Sorting (Term Fifteen)

[ariston]

Full Name: Ariston Phobos Kafieri
Defintion: Ariston – Greek – Best, Most Excellent
Phobos – Greek – Fear
Kafieri – Greek – ?
Nicknames: Ari, Triston, T, Pyro, Pain.
Age: Eighteen
Ethnicity: Greek
Parents:
Ares Helios Kafieri – Father – Squib
Aphrodite Soteria Parthenopaeus – Mother – Demon
Siblings:
Acheron Deimos Kafieri – Younger Brother – 14 – Deceased – Demon
Blood:
Demon-Blood {Mother}
Half-Blood {Wizard + Demon}
Pure-Blood {Both Parents Descend from Magical Families}
Power:
Pyrokinesis {Mother and Grandmother}
Telekinesis {Grandfather}
History:
Ari was born a normal wizard-demon boy on June 13th in Thessaloniki, Greece. His dad was an uneducated squib and a mechanic at a garage he owned in town. His mother, on the other hand, was a prestigious Ministry official. Life was normal and happy a good deal of his childhood. At the age of three, his younger brother, Deimos, was born. Ari was a proud brother and was very protective, even at that young age. They lived a normal, happy family life for a while. He even showed signs of magic at as a small child, bringing delight to his parents.

Unfortunately, as he grew older, the differences between his mother and father were putting strain on the marriage and as he approached his thirteenth birthday, his parents divorced. His mother moved to the country side, though he and his brother remained with his father. In order to help deal with the divorce, Ari took up boxing and quickly became a talented boxer, winning several competitions – and continuing to do so to this day.

His dad being a mechanic, Ari grew up around engines and shared a love for cars with his father since he was young. In his later years, his love spread to include motorcycles as well. He always helped out at the garage and as soon as he was old enough, he took an actual job there during the summers.

Around the time of his eleventh birthday, it was unsurprising to find a letter from Hogwarts had arrived for him via a beautiful tawny owl. Like most students in their first year, he was excited and eager to start his career at Hogwarts, though that excitement when it came to school faded through the years. He honestly had no plans of continuing his schooling. He wanted nothing more than to follow in his fathers footsteps and open his own garage. To him, money – and magic - didn’t matter. His father seemed so much happier than his mother and he didn’t have the extra spending money or magic.

In love with racing and cars, he got his first speeding ticket the day he got his license at the age of sixteen. The November of the following year, however, tragedy struck. His younger brother, who Ari had grown very close to, was hit and killed by a drunk driver. As a result, Ari pulled away from his family entirely and made a vow never to get into drinking or drug use, and that promise is still intact to this day.

In his seventh year at Hogwarts, Ari has a reputation as being a bad boy. He’s spent a few nights in prison and though he lives with his middle class, squib father when not at school, he doesn’t have any trouble with money. His mother – who he has come to despise – regularly sends him money, which he uses on parts for his car (a 1969 dodge charger rt) and his bike (a honda 2007 cbr600rr). He also has a tendency of pick pocketing and is a bit of a thief, though he does it more for the rush and the fun of it then for the money.

Now you may think his desires to become a mechanic make him unappreciative of the magical abilities he was born with. I’ll have you know that’s entirely untrue. He’s a talented wizard, though he doesn’t seem the type to be. He’s slightly book smart but he also has a good amount of common sense tied in with street smarts. He uses magic regularly, even when in the garage. Growing up with his non-magical father, he’d learned not to rely on magic and as a result, doesn’t see himself in a majorly magical career field. He looks up greatly to his father and wants nothing more than to follow in his footsteps and open his own garage.

So far everything sounds okay, to an extent, but during his seventh year Ari got into a fight. A big one. This fight ended with an expulsion for both students. After some time working in the garage, Ari realized he still wanted to finish his education. Unfortunately it meant that he had to search for schools, something his mother had already done for him. And so, now he is off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. A place he truly does not really want to be, but a place he has to go to if he wishes to finish his education.
Personality:
Ari always has some sort of quick reply to anything you may have to say to him, and nine times out of ten, that reply is tinged with sarcasm. He’s a straight shooter that tells it like it is. In his opinion, if you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask. He’d rather be under the hood of a car or in the middle of a fight than anything. During this transfer he still is pretty average, he’s your typical badass who’s confidant with who he is and the actions that he makes. No matter what’s going on, one can always count on him to act himself, whether that means making constant adjustments to his bike and car or throwing a few punches in the middle of a fight.

The garage has always been Ari’s way out. He loves being underneath a car or bike, his hands covered in oil and grease. You could say it’s his sanctuary, a place for him to vent and not have to worry about anything. He’s always doing something and is a rather active person. He can’t handle being locked up inside for hours on end and has to have something to keep him busy. He’d much rather be outside moving around than sitting inside. Even more likely, you’ll find him at the gym, working on his boxing skills.

Boxing since he was around thirteen, he’s become a skilled fighter in – and outside the ring. He is also rather gifted when it comes to pick-pocketing and other forms of theft. He’s been caught and spent a couple nights in prison for a few auto thefts among various things. A good amount of the time, however, he manages to get off without being caught.

Ari is probably most known for his sarcastic, defensive, intimidating, authority mocking, mysterious attitude. He can seem to have a big head at times and have a bit of an ego, but when it comes right down to it, he knows what he can and cannot do – even if he does push those limits rather frequently. He tends to hang around with a bunch of different people, though he is fonder of people he can relate to. He isn’t much of a jokester, but he has a smart ass way of approaching people, especially when he’s nervous. He’s a very loyal man and once you get into his strongly guarded heart, he’d put his life on the line without a second thought. Stay out if his way, or you might end up in a situation you really don’t want to be in.

Though he does have a bit of a mouth on him and tends to be straight forward, this boy is actually pretty smart. He just uses his brains for other things, but in the end his grades are pretty good with a few Os and several Es.
Sample RP:
A scowl appeared on Ariston Kafieri’s face as he waited to be sorted. He hated having wait for something so ridiculous. Really, what he hated was the fact that he had to be sorted in front of the entire freaking school with kids younger then him. That was the irritating part. But then again perhaps it was the nonstop chattering he was putting up with, especially since all the kids around him were amazed, if not fascinated, by the things at Beauxbatons. For some odd reason, they did not amaze or fascinate Ariston. In fact they seem to have a lack of something for Ari. Perhaps it was because it was not Hogwarts, but whatever it was Ari felt something was lacking.

As the list got closer to his name, Ari began to get a bit more irritated. In fact he almost snapped quite a few times, but he had promised his Father and Mother he would not do anything big such as getting into another fight. But he knew, deep inside, that promise would get broken. But he would keep it as long as he could. So, for now, the little brats around him would be allowed to talk all the want. But later, they would suffer. He would make certain of it.

The list got closer and closer to the Ariston’s last name. The closer the list got, the louder the kids around him got. But finally it was his turn, Kafieri, Ariston. Walking a fast pace, Ari looked directly ahead. He ignored all the comments that he heard and just continued to walk. And finally he reached his destination. With a slight scowl he turned around and sat down as the cloak was placed on him. It felt like everyone’s gaze was piercing into his skin as the cloak began to decide which house to place him it. This was something he definitely loathed. He loathed it at Hogwarts and now he loathed it even more at Beauxbatons.

It must be Sournois!

[cheriehoward]

FIRST NAME: Cherie Mabel. meaning: lovable darling.
LAST NAME: Howard.
NATIONALITY: English.
AGE: Sixteen.

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY: A woman privately cultivating an array of emotional responses as part of a well-rehearsed act to conceal her true nature, Cherie actually remains detached and mildly disillusioned. Regarded as a vigilant, magnanimous and reliable twenty-something valued for her calm and rational thinking in emergencies, the pleasant smile on her face seldom matches the bored or irritated thoughts going through her mind, and her words are often the opposite of what she’s thinking. Rather than being unfeeling, she does experience some emotion, such as mild anger, annoyance, slight satisfaction, affection, and sporadically a small degree of fear or regret. However, complex feelings are completely beyond her ken, for which reason she fails to comprehend what others go through when they are in the throes of grief, heartbreak, ecstasy, misery and love. What she does have instead is a high level of duty and loyalty to long-standing relationships, and a profound affinity for her closest friends (stemming from instinctive maternal sentiments). At this point, however, intense feelings are to the brunette like observing everybody around her do a waltz she’s never been able to get the hand of - the trick is to watch, listen, and learn. Sadly, her judgment when it comes to the people who surround her on a daily basis is seriously lacking. In fact, she admits that, owing to regularly placing her interests before anyone else’s, her actions can prejudice the people she remotely cares for.

A rascally streak lurks beneath Cherie’s surface, though she views her machiavellianism as a way of ensuring effective communication. In simple terms, it involves putting things in a way that will result in her desired outcome, even if she goes about things in a manner that’s not altogether straightforward. Moreover, she is possessed of the unfading charm to capture people, as if she understands them the minute she claps eyes on them, and cherishes them for it - the slightest twitch of a facial muscle gives it all away for others, at times. It shines as a glint in her eye, the manipulative little wink, that possessive little spark as the one folding the paper in her origami game. For someone who knows her orbit around men and remains impassive by their impression that she is their pretty puppet dancing from dangling strings, Cherie knows the ways of swaying them. She acknowledges that what men like (a woman who knows how to move her hips when she walks and her lips when she speaks), what they want (someone who is not coy to get her hands dirty and then wash them clean of the evidence) and what they need (compassion, at times love) are three different things entirely. Given the fact that she has ardently and tactically studied them for so log, she fancies herself a professional mask-maker in that domain – aside for the occasional difficult puzzle to solve. Ergo, Cherie may be a flirtatious character with a lingering sensuality, but without losing her judgement.

Habitually, she prefers to listen and observe till she has something of worth to contribute, but she’s far from shy. If truth be told, Cherie doesn’t revel in appraisal, reckoning that those who lead flashy lifestyles are clearly overcompensating. A firm believer that the only approval she needs is from herself, she would rather forego credit for work than have to stomach large fanfare celebrating it. After all, calling unwarrented attention to herself could prove detrimental due to her masked persona. Another thing she doesn’t have time for is looking back, for which reason she doesn’t trouble with regrets or second thoughts. If a plan goes awry Cherie makes another, if one weapon breaks in her hands she finds a second. If the steps fall down before her, she over leaps them and goes up, without dragging things out a little longer on the blindly idealistic assumption that they could resolve themselves. It is always onward and upward for the Howards, without a backward glance for the rest. Nevertheless, she can be an escapist at times by running away from the gravest of issues, subconciously refusing to confront the personal ones head on, for she knows that she's going to abhor the answers.

Even though no shrinking violet when it comes to being treated with disrespect, Cherie detests violence and confrontation, instead preferring to avoid feuds. Once she slips into strategist moder, however, gone is the placid and amicable woman. Instead, she is assertive, cunning, methodical and makes no effort to hide what she is capable of. As a rational thinker, and so much of a professional it hurts (often for others), she takes no prisoners. She is sickened by her own weakness - on the rare occasions she may show it - more than she is sickened by the weakness of others. And she is relentless, fuelled by a goal to live to die another day, so if putting a wounded dog out of its misery will benefit her group, she’ll get rid of the dead weight. Yet when it comes down to it, she’s a timid mouse whose every action can be sourced back to a brittle, elegant uneasiness. Things like belief in human goodness take courage, and Cherie’s long had that pounded out of her system – the rare, cautious tumour does make the bubble pop. Nine times out of ten, if she’s provoked, she’ll award her attacker a withering look, say something sarcastic and walk away. The tenth time? She’ll shatter their jaw into pieces, one for every colour of the rainbow. It's the push and pull factor where Cherie tries to balance out the far corners of her life, and she anticipates who she has to become in order to protect whatever represents the reason du jour.

She’s not exactly what you would term "normal” in regards to her odd beliefs, though for the record, she knows exactly what she’s talking about most of the time, and doesn’t appreciate people ridiculing her for her broken mind. Her mind is, and has always been, in top shape – she just sees things on their sides.

HISTORY: The story of her life isn’t a sob one, and she wears it as an everyday title, the reason why she’s the way she is. The unfortunate event that would sculpt her personality occurred when she was so young as her sister turned into something she couldn't imagine: born into a middle-class pure-blood, Cherie had her education thrust upon her mother. If truth be told, the logistics of grammar and combat were far from intriguing to the young witch, but out of some misplaced sense of presumptuous duty, she kept those opinions buried, particularly given the demanding work schedule both parents had.

Therefore, it was mostly her grandmother and grandfather who smothered Cherie and her sister Dylan with affection. However, neither sister minded how much their folks were busy with running the Howard School for Magical Combat, as long as they were there when it counted. Such as the time when she set the little dollhouse she had on fire at the age of five. They were so proud of her, as that was her moment of discovering that she possessed magical qualities. Clearly, the repression of her forbidden desires and thoughts evolved from little more than fantasies into a cocktail of violent delights throughout time, brewing within Cherie for far too long. On the surface, she seemed like a normal child, and an exceptionally gifted one. Yet, rather than acting out at each moment or displaying the usual heaps of energy typical of children from a rough and tumble environment, there were signs that hinted at the darkness growing within her.

Dreading that her oldest daughter could turn into a recluse, her mother began emphasising how vital it was for Cherie to blend in socially, coaching her on how to engage in normal human interactions. Hence, by the time that she was accepted at Hogwarts, Cherie had been taught how to make friends, maintain positive relationships, avoid antisocial behaviour and displays of delinquency, and even date. Furthermore, the witch particularly honed her inclination for persuasion, but the trick was establishing how to make people believe she genuinely felt that way. Upon being sorted into Ravenclaw house, the sight of a table where everyone seemed to be purposely acting serious was enough to make her sit down with mild satisfaction. Two clear rows of conformists who lived by the book just like her, so she coped.

As she continued though school, her ambition only grew tenfold, and she devoured the intimacies of the knowledge presented to her at a threatening pace, while the restricted section of the library was one of the places she had the most trouble staying away from. What’s more, she took to becoming skilled in hand-to-hand combat, namely jujitsu, during the school holidays. Despite Cherie’s unthreatening appearance, she wished to be able to stand up for herself in any scenario, such as being unarmed. Her combat training is something she does not widely advertise nowadays, preferring to have an element of surprise when she attacks on the rare occasion, or has to defend herself from an assailant. As other classmates’ romances blossomed, Cherie remained inwardly nearly quite as emotionally closed-off as before. Although an aloof person by nature, she additionally found it difficult and imprudent to open herself up to anybody on a deep level, with the risk of being made a spacegoat for any malevolent activity. This led to her romantic relationships remaining largely superficial till she began dating an older Ravenclaw with an excess of pecuniary rewards. To say the least, the experience was one she'd never forget.

Towards the end of her fifth year, news reached the Howard family. This hit closer to home. Dylan had been mauled to death at Hogwarts. Immediately Cherie was pulled from the school, after a heated argument between her father and the Minister. The family was re-located to France, with Cherie being enrolled into the local magical school. Beauxbatons. But Dylan, her beautiful sister, was no more.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: It wasn't weakness. It was habit. anyone would have had the same reaction had they been in her situation. Still, thoughts like that didn't help. Cherie's despair had come in the form of a small envelope. That wasn't what made her feel weak and pathetic, it was that nervous pang she'd felt the minute she'd recognized the navy wax seal on the back of the letter. Her mother rarely ever remembered she shared blood with more than one child. Her son was her heart and her soul, that didn't leave much left for Cherie. It wasn't bothersome, being forgotten. The longer her mother went without contacting her daughter the better. Or so Cherie liked to think. Her mother's way of thinking was far from Cherie's ideal version of a mother. Her mother wanted luxury, recognition, and wealth. She commanded respect and elegance. She hadn't trained her daughter, she'd found people to train Cherie for her. There hadn't been a small hint of warmth between the two in Cherie's younger years. She'd grown up hungry for her mothers approval and love, but now she was tired of hoping. Wishing wasn't enough when you'd grown up and forgotten to look up for the brightest star.

The letter had arrived early in the morning, leaving Cherie too sick for breakfast. This all, she'd like to mention, was before she opened it. While everyone was eating breakfast and getting ready for classes, Cherie was in her bed contemplating reading the damn letter. Ignore it and get more or read it and have it in her thoughts all day. Slowly, she'd broken the wax seal and carefully read the letter. Casual conversation, followed by her fathers hello. Of course he hadn't written it himself, Her mother never handed over the reigns. Mid letter Cherie had felt foolish letting it's arrival bother her so much. Her mother was just trying to fulfill her motherly duties by making sure her daughter hadn't died. Reading on, her stomach sunk. Beneath the birthday plans and ideas her mother had thrown in the word betrothal.

You're going to be sixteen in mere days Cherie. It's time we start looking for possible suitors for a husband. I would have had one chosen for you at birth, but you father insisted we wait. I'll have the dinner planned to see if anyone would even be interested. . . .

He'd waited because he had hoped his daughter would have found her own love by now. His hopes and wishes had been as unsuccessful as Cherie's. Like father like daughter. Time was dwindling away and Mina wanted her wed and gone. She wasn't an heiress. Her blood didn't come from such prestigious families. Howard had wealth, but a betrothal was ridiculous. She hadn't even finished the letter, she'd hidden under the covers and had faked sick. Classes be damned for a day, she'd thought. After everything, she deserved a day. Tears were useless and so was anger. Instead, she'd laid in her bed for hours, thinking, drawing, and eventually, she'd tired herself out and had fallen asleep. Dreams didn't come, and the nightmares had stayed away. When she'd woken up, she hadn't recognized the voice. She just hadn't cared to. With sleep still clinging to her, she'd gotten dressed, grabbed her books and box of Herbology tools and left.

It wasn't like her to forget an important assignment, and because of this, Cherie hoped her late project would be accepted. It was only a few hours late, at least she'd done it, right? The pain was dull behind her eyes, but she'd ignored it, just like everything else. The colors of the setting son had soothed her a bit. No matter how gray the day, the burst of color from the son always managed to make it's appearance for a moment. The chills hadn't come from the cool wind, but the clouds, the look, the shape. Her grip tightened on her books as she longed for a paintbrush. Scenes like these stirred the soul and played with your mind. She wanted to lose herself in her art. All her thoughts and woes would be forgotten. The sadness wouldn't have to be hidden because it'd be gone. The weakness she'd felt earlier had been from letting so much emotion come. The stoic statue had crumbled, and she'd been left broken. Emotions were terrifying, and she hated being a coward.

Once her project had been turned in, with no points deducted, but a small lecture still spinning in her head, she'd decided to head to her dorm and reply to the letter. Today hadn't been about crying and letting the sorrow eat at her. She wasn't an emotional mess. Yes, things got to her, but it wasn't in her to let them affect her life. She'd go back in, answer her mother with a dignified response, and wait for the future. If her parents found a worthy suitor, and an arrangement was made, then she'd be married. Cherie wasn't a rebel. She was a refined daughter, she respected her parents and their wishes. This was how she'd been brought up and how she'd learn to be treated. The sigh had escaped her lips before she'd composed herself. It wasn't even six yet, and yet, Cherie knew no one would be around the grounds to see her. And so, she hung her head, letting the weight on her shoulders carry her.

I love your application, it's fanatstic. Must me Sournois

[daxter]

FIRST NAME

Daxter

MIDDLE NAME

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Darcy

LAST NAME

Delrick

NICKNAME(S)

Dax, Daxxy, Daxta

AGE

five-hundred-eighty-but-looks-seventeen

APPEARANCE

Standing at 5’11’’, and weighing 150 lbs, Dax looks like your average teenager. But, is he really? There’s a long story behind that, and we’ll get to it later. Let’s talk about his appearance. Daxter Delrick has bright blue eyes, the color of the ocean. Their hue is sharpened and produces an electrical glow, depending on what mood he’s in. His eyes make him appear mysterious and deep, which he definitely is to most people. Dax has mid-length dark brown hair; it has a natural curl in it, and is usually styled that way, just brushed back, twisting and curling. He is quite a handsome guy, actually, much more so than he gives himself credit for. He has pale skin, but it’s not ghostly pale. He definitely looks like your average french man. He is a slim guy, but not without muscle at all. He has the frame of a swimmer. He’s not the most muscled guy around, but he can hold his own. As far as piercings and tattoo’s go, he has a pair of black wings on his back, which span from each shoulder blade. At will, his tattoo transforms into a pair of huge black wings, the trademark of the ancient vampire. Now, let’s move onto his apparel. He usually wears dark colors, but it all depends on his mood. One day, he’ll wear black and gray, then another, he’ll wear red and blue. It all depends. He has a casual style, but is always up to date with the styles in the world. He’s a very neat dresser, and never has a mismatched outfit. He’s OCD that way. There you go, he's a laid-back, mysterious, blue-eyed, brown-haired vampire. Alright...jeez...stop drooling.

HISTORY

The story of Daxter Darcy Delrick is an interesting one, and one worth being told. He was born on March 16, 1431, in a prison tower. It wasn’t the most glamorous place to be born, but it was his birthplace. He was born to none other than Jeanne’de Arc, otherwise known as Joan of Arc, a hero of France. She was in prison, after being captured by the Burgandians, and sold to the English. She was captured in May of 1430 and thrown into a prison. There, they assigned a prison guard to watch over her. His name was D’Arcy Delrick, a newly enlisted guard. He talked and guarded Jeanne everyday, and not even a month later, in June, they developed a liking for each other. Ordinarily, being a catholic girl, Jeanne wouldn’t do this without marriage, but she had made love with her guard, D’Arcy. That was the beginning of a passionate love affair. Little did they know, they were creating a child, which would later be called Daxter. After Jeanne heard that her parents were unable to ransom her, she decided that she had to escape the prison. One day, while she was alone in the room, Jeanne’de Arc jumped out the window, landing on soft earth in a dried up moat. That day, she and her guard, D’Arcy, were transferred to a different town, Arras, at the end of the year 1430, while she was about 7 months pregnant. Amazingly, nobody knew of her pregnancy, thanks to male clothing, and she didn’t really gain much weight during her pregnancy. Shortly after arriving at Arras, the English government purchased her, eager to execute her. So, D’Arcy and Jeanne were separated, but kept in touch using letters, delivered by pigeons. She had her baby in March of 1431, in the midst of all the charges filed against her. If they knew about the pregnancy, both she and D’Arcy would be in more trouble. So, she wrote D’arcy, telling him that she had the baby. He traveled many days and nights to get to her, coming in the dark of night to retrieve their lovechild. With a goodbye kiss, he left. He couldn’t stay, he couldn’t risk his and his baby’s life. So, he took Daxter to Burgundy, now a providence of France, and named him. He found a wife and she took of Daxter while D’Arcy was in service of the King. Meanwhile, in May 1431, Jeanne de’Arc was raped for the second time (the first time was whens he was first transferred to Arras, which caused a mental effect in Daxter, Bipolar) in prison, and then executed by means of fire upon the stake. She died, and Daxter was safe with D’Arcy.

In those days, Magic wasn’t something that was particularly known to be common. Of course, that was because witches and wizards were killed back then. Jeanne de’Arc had magical powers, unknowingly. She heard many voices since she was a child, whom she thought was God trying to speak with her, and his angels. But, that wasn’t he case. Her magical power made her hear those voices, aching to get out. There weren’t magical schools back then, in France. She instantly concluded that she was chosen by God and his angels. D’Arcy had always known he was magical. He came from a long line of magical folk, who practiced in secret. But, he abandoned their lifestyle, and moved away from his village, taking up service under the King in Burgandy. So, Daxter had magical blood within him since he was a child. He has been bipolar since he was a baby, having different moods under different situations, at different times. Many times, he had temper tantrums which caused objects to fly and things to explode. Amazingly, Daxter was able to grow up normally. Time seemed to fly for D’Arcy, and Pierra, his wife as Daxter continued to age. He went through many things from 1431 to 1448, when he was 17. Teenage life and tendencies were a bit different than today. Going around sleeping with people wasn’t the norm. Back then, you courted a person, and that was the kind of man Daxter had become. But, he slipped up when he was 17, nearly 18. He was seduced by a prostitute of that age. That woman was his sire, turning him in the heat of passion. She left the next morning, and he was all alone. He went back home to his parents, who were unknowing of what he had done. Once he returned, Daxter decided to join the French forces, fighting in the same war his mother had. As far as he knew, he couldn’t die, so why not do something with his newly-formed powers? But, eventually, by the time the war ended, he was 22 years old, but still had the adolescent look of 17, and his parents knew something had happened to him. They took him to a physician of their village, who noticed that his heart was barely beating, and then stopped, yet he was still alive. When they got home, Daxter had to tell them what happened. He had disgraced the family, and he was disowned. So, Daxter left, never turning back to his parents again.

He left in 1453. Daxter had absolutely nowhere to go. He spent the next 7 years hunting and surviving on his own. He was 29 years old, yet still looked 17 going on 18. He had no meaning in life, really. That changed when he met a vampire girl in the woods one night. She found him interesting, and something attracted Dax to her. It wasn’t long before they were courting, and she introduced him to her vampiric father, who ran a coven in France. They induced him into their family. He spent the next 50 years there with the coven, and Isabelle, the vampire princess. But, there was a major slaughter by a pack of werewolves, and Daxter was lucky to get out. The only family and love he had was gone, just like in the past. He was now 79 years old, yet he still looked 17. It was the year 1510, and he watched as the coven burned up in flames. Once again, he was on his own. The 1500’s presented some challenges, and some good times. It was the age when Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa, and some of his most famous masterpieces. The Renaissance would soon begin, and many musicians and artists would emerge. He lived through many kings, and wars, which occupied his time. The next century, the 17th century, was full of war as well, which Daxter participated in. He traveled abroad, scientific breakthroughs common, this century known as the scientific revolution. It was the beginning of modern science and philosophy. It was an event-filled century. As was the 18th century. Daxter continued in the French Revolution, and the Renaissance period. He was a partier in this century, known as a vampire Casanova in this period. It was a century full of music, cultural reinvention, and bloodshed, like all the rest that Daxter had lived through. Many pirates existed through this century, and Daxter joined them for quite a while. He took care of himself throughout all of this, and grabbed every opportunity that came toward him. The 19th century was less exciting for Daxter. His home, the French Empire, was brought down in the Napoleonic wars. Medical science became larger and more understood during this period, which proved to be a problem when Daxter traveled, and would have to avoid a physical. Vampires were still unaccepted, and unheard of then. Moving onto the 20th century. Many empires diminished at the turn of this century, and many more advancements in culture and science developed. It was a breakthrough period for science and technology. But, it brought more war and troubles, and Daxter got through them, living on. He saw the founding of the golden age of entertainment. Not only were there plays, but there was television and motion pictures. It was a wonderment to Daxter, who never dreamed it would come about. He was happy to be alive. Needless to say, this century changed Daxter.

Now, it is the 21st century, and so far, Daxter is enjoying it to the fullest. Throughout the past, he’d become a mysterious vampire, who has lost sight of the high morals he had during his human years. He didn’t do anything necessarily bad, but he had no problem with one night stands with a woman, and sex before marriage. Things had changed through the years, and Daxter adapted. He’d experienced many things in his life, and it was still unending. Recently, Daxter went to a french museum, which was once his mother’s house. He read about his mother, although he’d heard many things about her from his father, both of which died many years ago. More importantly, he found out that he’d come from a long line of magical folk, and decided that he needed to hone that power, that it might help him to survive centuries to come. So, now he’s starting to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic with no real expectations of good times and friends, but knows it’s just another thing he’s going to have to get through. Who knows what will happen to him while he’s there?

PERSONALITY

Bipolar. Let’s just get this one out of the way. Yes, Daxter was diagnosed as Bipolar in the 20th century. Different days and situations mean different moods. Of course, he is on medication, but that doesn’t always help. One day, he can be angry and mean, so angry he can’t speak, and some days, he’s incredibly hyper and has adrenaline rushes, and other times, he’s incredibly depressed and does reckless things to see if he’ll kill himself. It’s an oddity that he has, and a weakness in his own eyes.

Quiet. Daxter isn’t one to go up to a person and just start talking to them. 99% of the time, you have to come up to Daxter and introduce yourself to get anywhere. That’s on a normal day. But, when a hyper mood rushes over him, he’s the liveliest and most hyper guy around, and he’ll come up to you and start making jokes or ask you to hang out. But, most of the time, he keeps to himself. So, come up to him, see where it leads!

Sarcastic. Dax is a sarcastic guy. He has sharp-edged sarcasm when he wants to. He can turn anything you say into a sarcastic comment. But, he does know when to draw the line. Sometimes it can hurt someone, or annoy someone, but that’s just the way Dax is. He has a special kind of humor, and is the master of one-liners and sarcastic insults. It may not be something to be proud of, but Dax is, and you can either love him or hate him. He really doesn’t care which. He’s been losing people for centuries.

Laid-Back. Daxter is a very laid-back guy. He’s doesn’t get excited easily, and is content with a cup of tea and a good book. He has a very laid-back look, as well. He tends to wear darker, faded colors and has been known to lay around in pajama’s on the weekends. But, this doesn’t mean he has no sense of fashion. He has one of the finest senses of fashion but only when he’s going somewhere. When he doesn’t have to do anything, he’d rather where pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. He doesn’t get radical about things, and accepts things for what they are. He’s open minded.

Loner. Daxter is definitely a loner, and always has been, excluding the Renaissance period. He was a Casanova back then, and had many friends and girlfriends throughout his masquerade dance circuit. He tends to keep to himself, or at least to a very small group of friends, usually consisting of one to three friends. He’s not one to want a large number of friends. He’s not into large groups, and will most likely be the one sitting alone at lunch, or in the back with a drink at the party. But, if he has a hyper mood, he enjoys parties and runs around with many. Just, catch him on a certain day.

Mysterious. This kind of ties in with the loner trait. His eyes make him mysterious. He has seen a lot in the lifetime, and with his dark clothes and personality, he seems to be a complex and mysterious guy. Daxter doesn’t see himself as that mysterious, but that’s the attitude of many around him, and he’s grown to accept it. He loves to be coy and leave people hanging, playing up his mystery. He loves the dark vampire Casanova persona.

Well, there you go. You vaguely know Dax. If you want to get to know him a little better, you’ll have to wait until next we meet!

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

Daxter could still remember it; the day he met Isabelle, the love of his life. He’d recently been disowned by his father and step-mother, and had to leave his village in Burgundy. They kicked him out after he came back from war and found out he was a vampire. It sucked, but that’s how things went back then. Daxter was roaming in the woods, and met Isabelle. Her father was the vampire king of a coven, which made her a vampire princess. It wasn’t long before they fell in love. They courted for a year, and got married. He was to be the heir of the kingdom by marriage. But, that wasn’t going to happen. Daxter could hear a large noise outside, that sounded like a stampede. The vampire looked over at his calendar, which read June 5, 1510. This wasn’t he day that the cattle were to be brought to them for blood, so what was happening? Daxter wondered this to himself, before seeing beasts with fur coming from the wooded area.

“WEREWOLVES!”, Daxter exclaimed at the top of his lungs. The vampire threw on his long wool trench coat and ran toward the king’s chambers. “King! King! Werewolves to the north!”, the vampire warned. The king nodded calmly and they both went to the chambers of Isabelle, the vampire princess, and Daxter’s of 50 years now. Just as they opened the door, both the king and Daxter saw a werewolf kill Isabella, setting her on fire. “NO!”, both the king and Daxter screamed in unison. The king ran to her side, although the wolf was still in the room. The vampire prince, Daxter, ran at the werewolf, spin-kicking him out of the window from which he came. “KING! WE MUST GO! TIS TOO LATE FOR HER!”, Daxter shouted as he tried to take the king with him out the door. But, he wouldn’t budge. He knew it was useless. Daxter kissed his wife and patted the shoulder of the king, running out of the room, racing through the corridors and gliding down steps until he got to the first floor. He tore through wolves like they were nothing, a great explosion following the death of a werewolf. The explosion threw Daxter upon the ground outside, against a tree.

Groaning, Daxter stood up, blood running down his forehead, curving under his eye and flying off his face as he ran toward the coven, the structure burning into ash. Daxter stopped, swallowing hard. It felt as though he was swallowing bricks as he watched his home of the last 50 years burn to the ground. Everything he knew was gone, once again, and he had to start over. After realizing such, he exhaled deeply and turned around. With the clenching of his fists, Daxter walked away, leaving the coven to burn to ash.

It must be Rouerie!

[jeremyloares]

First Name: Jeremy

Middle Name: Lewis

Last Name: Loars

Appearance: Pic.Here!

History: Jeremy and his mother have been on their own since Jeremy was at age four, when his father turned into a dark wizard. Jeremy's mother was paralyzed while trying to stop Jeremy's father from turning dark, and she remains in a wheelchair. At first, Jeremy wasn't going to go to Beauxbatons, because of his mothers' difficulties. But a family friend was going to take his mother in and let her live with her family.

Jeremy went to a muggle school from the ages of 7-13. At 13, in the month of October, Jeremy realized his wizard powers and asked his mother about them. Since Jeremy didn't know such magic existed, he was mad at his mother from keeping the abilities a secret. But a few weeks later he returned to his normal self and forgave his mother. At the age of 15, Jeremy and his mother were camping in the middle of no where somewhere in France, close to a small village. Jeremy awoke to a sound of growling and screaming. His mother was gone and he went to check. His mother was on the ground, a werewolves' face in front of her, drooling and growling. Jeremy had to act quick so he battled the werewolf and it ended in Jeremy getting bit by the werewolf and having himself turned.

Personality: Jeremy is all sorts of things; but never bad. He doesn't play the bad guy role. He is protective over his mother of coarse, especially because she has disablties. Jeremy is also a independant guy, he likes to be brave and courageous. He doesn't mind being a loner; in fact it gives him time to think. He likes having friends and would like to exceed in broom flying. He isn't the type to tell all of his secrets to; he is shy and sometimes unopen. He is a strong and heartwarming guy. He will never break a promise, and that is the truth. Jeremy is always on time for things; never once late unless it is an emergancy and someone is endangered. He is a good listener and will never be bored, one way or another something always occupies him.

RP Example: Walking out of the house; Jeremy looked up to the sky and thought about what a beautiful world there was. He wanted to explore it all even if he hasn't even been out of the country. Jeremy turned back to see the two story house in front of him. It was all Jeremy's mother could afford in Muggle money. She didn't want Jeremy to live in a Wizard community, for some reason; one will never know. Jeremy could hear his mother call him for dinner. Jeremy made dinners most days but his mother signed up for some sort of program that helped her do around the house things. Jeremy walked into the house from the porch and looked towards his mother. "Mom, I could have made dinner; you didn't have to go through all of this trouble." he spoke. His mother, Gene nodded. "Yes Jeremy, I did." a smile rose from her face as she gave a plate to her only son.

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[Aura Aphrodite]

First name: Aura
Middle name: Aphrodite
Last name: Allen
Age:15 years
Appearance:(attachment)
With dyed red hair, pale brown eyes, Aura gives off a head strong vibe. Her clothes also suggest she is a rough, disobedient young girl, but truly she is just reaching out for attention because she is unable to receive the love she needs from her parents. Her favorite color is black, but she mixes a few bright colors within so she doesn't come across as to Gothic. Aura can never find the happiness to smile, but when she does she lights up a whole room and it shows her true nature.

History:
Aura was born to Oriana Geeves and Zane Harrington. They are both muggles, and when they found out their daughter got asked to join Beauxbatons Academy of Magic they were most surprised. They both promised to help her pay for her schooling seeing she wouldn't be able to go to a normal school now, but they did this hastily and with making her keep a promise in return. Aura had to promise not to bring the magic home with her. It seemed they were petrified at the idea of having a witch in the family.
Of course, Aura didn't really have a problem with keeping her distance, her parents had never really been fans of her, you see, she was an 'accident'. Neither of them were planning to have children, so when they found out they were having Aura they pretty much just did what they had to, not giving her the pure love a child needs. Due to this Aura grew up being very drawn and withdrawn from having friends and showing her true side. She didn’t know what it was like to have a family, or an extended family, because Oriana and Zane never spoke or let on about their families. Aura would always wonder, but would never have the courage to ask about them all.
All she knew was that they were both from Irish decent. From the photo albums and old diaries Aura had found, Oriana had been sent away to a boarding school as soon as she was old enough to walk. Not necessarily a boarding school more like a nun adoption agency. Though, she wasn't getting adopted. She was there to work.
Aura knew nothing of her father. Only that he and her mother meet at that place. And ran away together. That was all there was to know.
Aura knew going to Beauxbatons would be an escape from her hateful parents, and going there was the only way to discover herself.


Personality:
Despite her bright red hair and outrageous clothes Aura really is just a young girl seeking the love she has missed out on. There are many traits that define her, such as her being a quiet respectful girl, she is understanding, tolerant, kind and loving, talented, has an understanding for the less fortunate, she loves to get stuck into a good book and pretty much lives for school. Although she does seem like she rebels against everything she is a straight A student and has not once gotten a bad report.
She is a withdrawn girl and she has trouble getting her true feelings out there and communicating with the few friends she does have. But when she does communicate it is with such love and tenderness, people fall in love with her instantly. It’s hard not to.

RP sample:

The quill sat beside her hand, untouched by the ink that was awaiting it. Aura was trying to put the words flowing through her mind into sentences that would actually make sense to her parents. Or even better, make sense to herself. She had no idea how to react to their last letter she received. It was a shock to find out yes, but was she to be happy about it? Or angry that she was so unrespected and they were over the moon and reeling for their second child to arrive.

Even worse, they don’t want her home for any of the holidays. Explaining to why was too hard to put into words they wrote, but they loved her and cherished her. Aura of course knew it was all lies. Deciding to ditch the letter Aura moved to her charms homework, looked over it and decided going to the library would be a much better pass time then to do homework. Her mind was to full for her to concentrate and by reading a good book out by her big favorite oak tree was sure to calm her nerves.

Aura kept trying to stand but the burden of her parents having another child kept her there. How could they? And they had the nerve to add that they hoped that the little thing didn't have the same outcome as she. They had decided that if this baby was a little girl that as soon as she was old enough she would be married off to a nice family. Preferably with an estate of some sort. That's what they should have done with Aura, they stated. She was going to have to mention that doing all that will not stop the baby from having to come to Beauxbatons. If it was chosen, it had to attend. They never did mention what would happen if the thing was a boy. But she guessed that was their problem as she wasn't even allowed home for the holidays any more.










The same thing as above, please develop your RP section into three (or more) paragraphs.

[jeremyloares]

First Name: Jeremy

Middle Name: Lewis

Last Name: Loars

Appearance: Pic.Here!

History: Jeremy and his mother have been on their own since Jeremy was at age four, when his father turned into a dark wizard. Jeremy's mother was paralyzed while trying to stop Jeremy's father from turning dark, and she remains in a wheelchair. At first, Jeremy wasn't going to go to Beauxbatons, because of his mothers' difficulties. But a family friend was going to take his mother in and let her live with her family.

Jeremy went to a muggle school from the ages of 7-13. At 13, in the month of October, Jeremy realized his wizard powers and asked his mother about them. Since Jeremy didn't know such magic existed, he was mad at his mother from keeping the abilities a secret. But a few weeks later he returned to his normal self and forgave his mother. At the age of 15, Jeremy and his mother were camping in the middle of no where somewhere in France, close to a small village. Jeremy awoke to a sound of growling and screaming. His mother was gone and he went to check. His mother was on the ground, a werewolves' face in front of her, drooling and growling. Jeremy had to act quick so he battled the werewolf and it ended in Jeremy getting bit by the werewolf and having himself turned.

Personality: Jeremy is all sorts of things; but never bad. He doesn't play the bad guy role. He is protective over his mother of coarse, especially because she has disablties. Jeremy is also a independant guy, he likes to be brave and courageous. He doesn't mind being a loner; in fact it gives him time to think. He likes having friends and would like to exceed in broom flying. He isn't the type to tell all of his secrets to; he is shy and sometimes unopen. He is a strong and heartwarming guy. He will never break a promise, and that is the truth. Jeremy is always on time for things; never once late unless it is an emergancy and someone is endangered. He is a good listener and will never be bored, one way or another something always occupies him.

RP Example: Jeremy Loares didn't know what to do or what to say. It was like someone drilled a big hole in his stomach, and every minute he was alive; would be a waste. Thats how he felt after Gene; Jeremy's mother, told him about magic and Beauxbatons. He had to think of something to face his mother with. Jeremy sat on his small bed cross-legged waiting for an answer to pop up in his head. He gulped and looked at the closet. It was worn down and old.

Him and his mother couldn't afford much. They lived in a small two-bedroom house in the lower side of Paris, France. It was hard to live; Gene in a wheelchair and Jeremy attending muggle school from 8:00 til 3:00. It was sad, but Jeremy and Gene were just getting by. But luckly, in the next month or two, they would have enough money to move to the good side of Paris with a bigger house with Jeremy's dad's will. He died when Jeremy was six, shot to death. But throughout all of those court dates and paperwork, the death money finally would come in and Jeremy and Gene would be on their feet for sure.

Jeremy strided downstairs and seen his mother, sleeping. She looked so peaceful. Jeremy still couldn't believe his mother kept such a huge secret from him so well. Jeremy; still looking at his mother, was thinking about what would happen at the school named Beauxbatons. He would have to leave his friends and girlfriend and cousins. Jeremy turned around and bit his lip, then got out three small pots from the kitchen cupboard and cooked up some corn, pork and cabbage soup and awoke his mother. It was the least he could do.

Must be Rouerie

Okay, all finnished ;).

[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.

Must be Cssu

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[galex]

First Name:

Wendy

Last Name:

Hart

Age:

17

Appearance:

History:

Wendy’s mother was a pure blood named Adele an excellent and talented witch. She was also a little bit of a slxt and a girl and went out to drink just a little bit too often and drank just a little too much. A lot of bad decisions in life got her to the point where at twenty-two she was outcast from her family and working as a waitress in the muggle world all her beautiful potential untapped. Late one night when she was working she met Jeremy. They connected instantly in the “eyes meet across a crowded room or in this case an empty diner” way. They chatted for hours, with Jeremy ordering multiple cups of coffee to make it possible. They continued this pattern for a couple of days and Adele became smitten. She was however perplexed at the way his coffee cup would always be empty when she brought him a new one but he never touched a drop while she was around. One day she came back faster than usual and found him idly vanishing the coffee in his cup with his wand. Upon seeing her he tried to make some excuse but Adele just smiled and drew her own wand out of her pocket. Wendy was born roughly nine months later. With Jeremy around Adele’s life was wonderful. She could realize her untapped potential and the two of them quickly had their own flat and enough money to raise their daughter well. Wendy was a lovely baby who they both adored. Life was good. But it couldn’t last. Adele and Jeremy both joined the fight against Voldemort and fought it well. Then one day Jeremy didn’t come home. Not dead- he was captured and imperused to work under the Dark Lord. Adele distraught at the thought of having to fight her lover began drinking once more and was killed in another battle soon after, too drunk to fight properly. Wendy was sent to her mother’s family who had little love for the girl but tried. She never felt welcome and spent her isolated days on her own- never learning to play with the other children. Then one day she wandered into the wrong room and saw her relatives in a meeting with death eaters so infamous even a girl of 10 could recognize them. Knowing her mother’s family was partly responsible for the loss of both her parents Wendy couldn’t live in their house any longer. Packing her meager belongings, she ran way and lived on the streets of Paris as an urchin. Despite her relatively pampered life Wendy survived, with considerable hardship and a rude awakening about the world she lived in. Then many years later when she was much older, her father found her again. They were glad to see each other but much had changed. Wendy didn’t really know her father and was much too independent now to go back to being parented. But they tried to make it work. Then a few months later Wendy was invited to Beauxbatons and she left promising to keep in touch with her father.

Personality:

Wendy is a loner doesn't interact with people much (There is only one person in the world she trusts, her best friend Dante) She doesn't trust people- especially adults because she belivees anyone she lets in will either betray her or leave as has happened with almost everyone in her life. She is quite blunt and direct and really quite rude and will always say what she is thinking with out consideration of poiliteness and social niceties. Part of this is because she didn't really have a proper upbringing but another is that she doesn't really care about what people think. Or people in general.
She is quite independant having to grow up on the streets and prefers it that way, when other people start to take control she starts to get nervous and she would prefer to do everything for her self. She is almost the quintessencial Bad Girl including smoking and drinking and having to much fun with the boys (she doesn't really care for them- they are just a prop to occupy her time). At other times it is just a blatant disregard for authority.
However under this there is still the scared little girl who lost both her parents at a young age. This sensitive side is carefully hidden from the world at alll times. She likes to sing and play the guitar and she has a soft spot for children and every once in while, never while anyone is watching, she crys. Crys for everything she has lost and for the innocence she can never get back.

Sample RP:

Wendy awakened from a deep sleep and found her face pressed uncomfortably against the wooden slats of a park bench, huddled into cold, miserable ball with only a threadbare blanket for protection from the outside world.
As always there was the lingering feeling of sleepiness and confusion. Why was she in a deserted park in the middle of Paris instead of at home in her room listening to her parents making breakfast in the kitchen? Then she remembered- her parents where dead- or as good as- and she’d run away to Paris, nearly three years ago now, clutching nothing but a tiny suitcase and a sack of Galleons. The galleons where long gone now but the suitcase remained, a little more battered now than it was before, clutched tightly in her arms as she slumbered in case any thieves tried to steal it.
Opening the battered little suitcase, Wendy pulled out a dirty red dress and changed behind a tree. The dress was too short for a girl her age and ripped and patched multiple times, but still clung to the signs of once being a respectable dress as if that was all that was keeping it together. It very well could’ve been. That, or the dirt.
Hiding her suitcase in the usual spot, Wendy rushed down the winding streets of Paris till she came to a small, unremarkable bakery; she completely ignored it despite her grumbling belly and went down the alley beside it until she came to a small cardboard box. It was a nice cardboard box, relatively clean and furnished on the side with slogan “this way up” and an arrow pointed to the floor, as is wont to happen to such boxes. Wendy broke into a beam at the sight of it. She tapped on a couple of times and a small grimy face appeared from inside. Upon seeing her it broke into a similarly grimy smile.
“Hello Wendy,” said Dante as he crawled out of his box and part-time residence, “We off then?”
Wendy smiled back at him and pulled her wand out from her hair, where she always kept it to hold back her long brown curls.
“Let’s rock.” She declared grandly.
The two children- though you would never call them that to their faces because they would get riled and insist to you they were not children they were nearly fourteen- ran back into the bakery and straight past the counter out through the door marked for staff only. No-one tried to stop the two of them, although to the outside they would seem like theives or vagabonds. Infact there was two warm breadrolls waiting for them.
Through the door however there was no room, eligble for employs or not. There was only an alley, similar to the one they had left moments ago.
Wendy marched up determidedly and tapped the bricks randomly with her wand. Nothing happened. Infuriated, she tried again. It failed to produce the results she desired and the wall remained a wall.
“You’re doing it wrong,” said Dante.
“No I’m not.”
“You must be or it would be working.”
“No, Diagonalley must not be there today.” She said.
“What do you mean?” asked Dante incredulously, “Where is it then?”
“I don’t know, maybe they got sent back in time by Old Mad Hopier’s experiments. Or, or maybe it’s been shut down by the ministry so they can release some Crumple horned Snorlacks to clean it.” She nodded to herself, satisfied with her answer.
Dante however, wasn’t. “What’s a Crumple horned Snorlack?”
“I read it in this magazine someone threw out apparently they can fly and their saliva makes people want to buy stuff and they can’t do magic using their horns and stuff.” Wendy had run out of facts halfway through that sentence but she never let that get in the way of a story.
“Try it again except one brick up.” Ordered Dante and Wendy obeyed sullenly, convinced she was right. However the wall was suddenly rearranged into an arch way onto a street filled with magic and impossible sights. The two children ran forth, brief quarrel forgotten. And they did not notice the cloaked man following after them his eyes following their every move

Could you expand on the personality more, please

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[aurore]

First Name:
Aurore

Last Name:
Beaumont

Age:
16


Appearance:



History:

Nikolay Roslyakov, Aurore’s father, was a rebel young wizard when he escaped from his family’s manor at the age of 21. He was very idealistic, and he didn’t like the restrictions his family made for him. Leaving Russia, he went straight to Paris, France, for his friends said it was a very beautiful city to start a new living. There, he changed his name into Louis Beaumont, applied a job in the ministry of magic as an auror, and rent a simple flat on the side of Seine river.

One day, he woke up to the sound of someone knocking his door rampantly. Opening his door, Louis found a young and beautiful witch waited anxiously for him, Charlotte Mouville. Charlotte told him she was his neighbor, and in her house, a teapot was attacking her grandma. Then, succeeded in saving the life of the old lady and calming down the enraged teapot by a mere swish of his wand, Louis became a regular guest at his neighbor’s house—and apparently, Charlotte’s heart.

It was on spring, 1993, a year after the teapot incident, Louis and Charlotte got married. A little church in Monpazier, a beautiful village in Dordogne, was this couple’s choice. The ceremony itself was so serene, only closest friend and Charlotte’s family invited. Louis had told her wife about his past, and Charlotte did her best to understand. Later in the next summer, Aurore Linette Beaumont was born.


Personality:

Living with two happy-go-lucky parents do not make Aurore a little miss sunshine. On the contrary, she is sarcastic, cynical even. She doesn’t like people standing in her way, and she will do all the things to get what she wants. Aurore likes to be organized, and hates it when things don’t go as she planned. She may seem conceited, but underneath her thick layers of arrogance, she is very vulnerable and has low self-esteem. However, she keeps all of her feelings deep down under, and tries so hard that they never come to surface, except when she is sculpting. Sculpting is the only activities that let her to be her true self—that’s why she considers this as privacy.


Sample RP:

WIP :)

[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 in captivated 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 beautiful and talented women like that only came around once in a blue moon as far as he was concerned and he wanted her all to himself. With each performance 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 immediately 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, Camila, 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 fascinated with the ppageantry 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:

Even so Célia is a well known beauty queen, she has a heart of gold with everyone she knows and meets. She cares about strangers and loves to help others, but sometimes her helpful ways will come off as the sort of 'beauty queen show'. Even though some of the things she does does benifit her pagent career she also does them to simply make others happy. Off days for her are pretty rare, but whenever they do occure she can be pretty tempermental and yelling comes easily for her depending on who or what upsets her. Along with being overly kind she is also overly polite which from time to time does tend to annoy her friends and even her family. Célia is very close to her friends, who she always treats like family as well as her own flesh and blood, even if they were to betray her in some way she would always stick by them. She is very open and trusting with others to the point where it seems anyone could gain it just by saying hello to her. Although she doesn't tell just anyone her darkest secrets and desires she still trusts her friends enough to tell them her feelings and a bit of her past. Most of her mannerisims she picked up from doing so many pagents they've become her own.

Because she was is so many beauty pagents, Célia is a pretty compeditive and talented person. Whenever someone is brave enough to challenge her she is always up and willing to take part and work her hardest to just win. It's both a gift and a curse at times. A gift because she's always determined to work hard and because of that is able to do anything she puts her mind to. A curse because from time to time she can get a bit too caught up with the challange and sometimes make a fool f herself by how into it she can really get, sometimes she can even get tempermental and argumentive too. Another trait she's developed is her fun loving and whimsical personality. Célia loves parties of all kinds whether dinner parties to wild teen only parties, she loves having fun like that whenever she can and it also gives her an excuse to dress up as well.

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.

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Full Name Lorita Cielise Medina

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: CLICKY

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 in captivated 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 beautiful and talented women like that only came around once in a blue moon as far as he was concerned and he wanted her all to himself. With each performance 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 immediately 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. Then followed Lori and Camile.

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, Camila, 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, Lorita became more involved with guys and started hanging around them alot. She had way more guy friends then gal friends.

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. But Lorita didn't fall for it.


Personality: From all the hanging around with guys, she's become to have some of her personality like a guys. Shes a prankster. She loves playing any kind of joke on everybody. She's into magic tricks. Muggle magic tricks, that is. Lori is typically portrayed as a mischievous troublemaker. She is usually unintentionally mean and exercises mocking judgement towards others. But when it comes to her family getting hurt, she will do something about it.

Her mother will sometimes describe her as someone who only cares about herself, even though her mother loves her very much. Lori is usually obsessed with poking things with sticks. From frogs to even people! Just to show people how much she doesn't care about getting in trouble or having consequences. She appears to hardly ever think of anyone other than herself and can be seen occasionally as a spoiled brat, though it is quite the opposite, caring deeply for her family members and other close loved ones, willing to sacrifice many a great things to make them happy and secure physically and mentally.

Lorita is oblivious to consequences, it seems she doesn't even know they exist. She has no particular idol and is not shy with anyone. Lori loves tormenting her sisters, but they both know that she loves them very much. Lori blames everything on someone else, usually her sisters to get her way out of trouble, which leads to her getting in to way more trouble then before. She accidentally breaks simple rules and is willing to pretty far for someone when they are in need.

She wasn't really into muggle school, she will just complain or make an exuse on why she doesn't want to do it. If she doesn't get her way she sulks or keeps talking about it saying "please, please, please!" But usually she will get her way. Her guy friends will describe her as a wild child, or a party animal. Something along those lines. . She will often rebel against mandatory assignments with glee and has been known to avoid any ambition in attending her classes or being on time, freely admitting that she always arrives in school during third period and never cares. But she says that in beauxbatons, it will be much different because magic is involved.

She has even resorted to trying extreme measures in order to get out of a school project despite the cost being much greater, once going as far as attempting to injure herself on purpose. Again, she said it will all change at Beauxbatons. Lori is also often quick on her feet when making some type of excuse. Despite her frequent unkindness and pranks, Lorita is far from heartless. She can also feel remorse and guilt for her actions and has apologized and taken responsibility for them, and often goes out of her way to set things right whenever her disregard for the consequences directly affect her friends and/or family.

Sample RP: He was coming now. Lori quickly got the bucket ready. She was going to dump a huge bucket of freezing water onto Sabastien Normaen. He dumped Lori yesterday and oh was she mad. Lori smirked as he was only steps away from a huge waterfall of ice water on that loser. Two more steps. Lori pulled the rope and a five litre bucket of water splashed Sabastien. Lori bounced out from the corner. "Ha!" Lorita started. "Take that!" Lori started laughing and she fell to the floor. Her bum got all wet from the water, she didn't even know where she fell.

Oh Sabastien looked angrey. But he didn't say anything. Lori helped herself off the ground and ran away shouting, "Bryce!" down the hall. That was the name of her best friend. Best muggle friend. A boy appeared from the shadows, he was Bryce. Lorita gave him a huge high five. "That was fun. Lets go to my house." It was after school and Bryce and Lori started walking back to Lori's house. Bryce has been to Lori's house countless of times. Her sisters would always think they were dating. Typical.

Bryce and Lori headed up to Lori's room on the second story of their four story house. They both sat on the bed. Lori had to tell Bryce she was going away. Away to Beauxbatons. But she couldn't tell him about magic. It was rare for Lori to cry but Lorita thought she was going to cry. She secretly liked Bryce, but for all of these years, she's never admitted it. "Bryce.. Im going away." Lori gulped, then started breathing heavily. "Im going to the other side of this country to.. a different school." Lori felt the tears come down her cheek.

Hmmm... she sounds like a Sournois to me! WATCH OUT for spelling mistakes though...

[alyx]

First Name:
Alyx Sophia
Last Name:
Yedda
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
In Ireland a red headed girl, named Rachel, and a brunette boy, named Jake, met when she was at the young age of 17 and he was 20. Rachel's family had just moved to Ireland and seeing as it was summer she didn't know anyone. Jake was the first person she had met, and they became best friends because of that. She had met many other guys and had gone on many dates, but then when she turned 19 and he was 22 Jake had finally plucked up the courage to ask Rachel on a date, and she had agreed. They become inseperable after that, and gotten married when Rachel was 22 and Jake was 25. Many years later they had a baby girl named Alyx.

Alyx wasn't there first child, she was the youngest out of five children total. Oldest to youngest it went Noah(23), Josh(20), Ethan(17), Jayson(17), and then Alyx. She grew up a happy baby, always a big smile on her face, and was a very fast learner. Her parents soon learned that she was one of those people that had a contagious laugh, and couldn't help but always be happy and make people around her be happy. She grew up with he parents having good jobs, and having enough money to take care of her and her four brothers.

Growing up with four brothers was fun, but wasn't always the greatest thing. She never had any relationship with a boy any further then being friends, that was cause her older brothers liked to scare them off. But she did have a lot of guys as friends, seeing as she wasn't that girly because of her brothers. When all of her brothers finally left for school she felt lonely, she got along with her brothers and felt like her friends had left her.

Extremly excited for school though, she waited for her letter for the longest time. Knowing she would be going to the same school as her mother had, and the same school her brothers Ethan and Jayson, who were twins, were at. When she finally got her letter, her father was happy for her, but her mom on the other hand wasn't. It wasn't that she wasn't happy for it, it was just that she was going to miss her seeing as she was the youngest and her only daughter. Alyx was going to miss her parents too.
Personality:
When it comes to school Alyx isn't the smarters, she isn't stupid though. She got decent grades at her old school, but could of done better if would of applied herself more and concentrated more. She has a short attention span at times, and gets distracted easily if she is doing something she doesn't like. She always seems happy, even if there is really something wrong, she is very good at hiding her feelings.

Having to deal with four brothers, who argued all the time, she has learned to be very patient and has grown to hate fighting, she thinks its pointless and stupid. Even though she acts nice to everyone, if you push her buttons enough and try to make her mad, she will snap. She has a bad temper once you make her mad enough. Alyx is embarassed about some of the things she does while she is upset and mad.

Alyx loves being around people, but at the same time she loves having her alone time. When she is alone that is when she is able to think about anything without being distracted, which is a big thing for her. If she sees anyone upset she will do her best to cheer them up, even if she doesn't know them to well or if she doesn't like them at all.
Sample RP:
It was a warm summer night, the sky a light blue the horizon slowly becoming a gold color. Her summer nights were coming to a close, only about two more weeks and then school would start for young Alyx, excited and upset about it at the same time. She was sitting on a small swing in her front yard, slowly moving back and forth barely. She could feel the damp grass brushing up against her feet as she rocked back and forth. It was moments like this she loved, where it was peaceful and the only thing she heard was the noise of the swing moving, it was nice. A small cold breeze hit her and goosebumps instantly appeared on her arms.

Realizing it was getting late she somewhat jumped off the swing, and slipped her flip flops on her cold feet. Shuffling her feet as she walked, a soft sigh came from her pale pink lips. The porch steps screeched with every step she took on them, like a protest to the weight put on them. Alyx reached out her hand and opened the screen door to a quiet empty house, her parents had went out with a couple friends for the weekend and had left her home alone. She was fine with being home alone, it wasn't like she was going to do something crazy, her parents trusted her enough and knew her well enough that she would never do anything like that.

Instead of going straight to the living room like she usually did, Alyx walked into the kitchen. She went to the pantry and grabbed out some snack food, then made her way to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch and flipping on the tv and she was set. Her parents were gone, her brothers were gone, and her one friend she had was on vacation somewhere with her family. The summer was winding down and the ending was very dull for young Alyx

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[annabelle lee ❅]

Full Name:
Annabelle Marie-Claire Duvernay de Boriello Lee
Nicknames:
Anna, AnnaBanana, Annie, Belle, Elle, Ellie, Ella, Marie, MarMar, Claire, Ari, Lee, Tinkerbelle, Tink, Pixie.
Age:
37 – Appears 17
Ethnicity:
French and Italian { 75% and 25% }
Parents:
Tomas Nikolas de Boriello – 37 ( last time she had seen him) – Wizard – Pure-Blood – Unknown
Aurora Camilla Duvernay – 35 – Witch – Pure-Blood – Unknown
Siblings:
Gabriel Stephen de Boriello – 21 (last time she had seen him) – Wizard – Pure-Blood – Unknown
Sire:
Odin Skott du Pointe – 300 Years Old – Appears 21
Blood:
Vampire-Blood { Odin du Pointe }
Pure-Blood { Tomas de Boriello and Aurora Duvernay }
History:
Tomas and Aurora de Boriello were married when they were both in their mid-twenties. The marriage was planned not due to their undying love for each other, but due to Aurora’s pregnancy. Sixteen or seventeen years ago—eight months after the wedding—Gabriel Stephen de Boriello was born. He was a healthy baby, fit to be Tomas’ eldest son. Not two years later, however, Aurora gave birth to another child, a baby girl. Annabelle Marie-Claire de Boriello has always been small ever since her pre-mature birth, and her mother took an immediate liking to her.

However, things were never well in the de Boriello household. Tomas and Aurora had gotten married too soon and knew nothing about each other. The two parents were always fighting, the yells increasing when Aurora found out about her husband’s loyalty to the Dark Lord. Gabriel had failed his mission. And so, Tomas de Boriello’s already quick temper grew deadly.

When Anna turned the age of ten, he lashed out at her mother, striking Aurora across the face during one of those common arguments. Aurora Duvernay had always been an outspoken person and always stood up for what she believed in. Knowing she had to get away from as quickly as possible, she left, sending the divorce papers through her lawyer, vowing never to see him again. However, Aurora sometimes never thought things through, thus, her two children were left to her husband, much to Gabriel’s and Annabelle’s dismay.

Through his renowned fury at his ex-wife, Tomas started abusing his children. His attacks weren’t always physical, but at times mental. The things he said to his children made them feel small and stupid. Annabelle was his main target, seeing as her smaller appearance portrayed weakness. Gabriel would constantly attempt to protect his sister, whether by taking the blame or standing in the way, but he was often thrust aside.

Sometime during the summer of her third year at Hogwarts, Tomas sexually abused Annabelle. When he tried it again within the next month, Annabelle turned to run out of the room, only to be hit in the back with a vase. The pottery sliced through her clothing, leaving a scar on her shoulder blade, the force of the thrown item knocking her out for a few seconds.

Though the she was punished severely, Anna began to slowly fight back. She grew stronger with each year, though she still felt hurt and traumatized. Her mother’s fighting spirit began to shine through. And in her seventh year during Winter Vacation Annabelle ran away from home, again with another injury. This time it was from a beer bottle on her neck.

Cold and hungry, the young girl ended up at a park. Her father did not bother going out, he was too drunk and too angry. And her brother was no longer there, he had left once he turned of age.

And that was when Annabelle’s sire had found her, curled up in a ball near a big Oak Tree. Odin took the young girl home, the unfortunate thing was that though Odin was an older vampire he still needed blood, despite being able to hold off his hunger longer then others. After taking the amount he needed from the young girl, Odin realized what he did. And he felt horrible for it, because he was a vegan vampire. He changed the girl from mortal to immortal, not wanting her to die.

Annabelle changed her name from Annabelle Marie-Claire de Boriello to Annabelle Marie-Claire Lee. The change had given her a chance to become a different person and so she accepted it. Rather then going back to school, Anna traveled the world and became exposed to a lot of things with the help of Odin. But after twenty years of it, Anna wanted to return back to a school to graduate. Not wanting to return to Hogwarts, Anna picked Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. After explaining her situation, without telling the Head Mistress much, Annabelle got her letter. And so this is where her story begins. A fresh new school, a different name, and a different personality.
Personality:
BEFORE
Annabelle was a very bookish and meek girl who preferred being alone to being around people. But of course that was impossible since she went to a school filled with kids. And usually teenagers picked out the kids that were different and mocked them for it. So that resulted in Anna becoming more reserved and shy, which eventually made her become anti-social. Her anti-social personality lead to her turning to books, arts, and music for everything a friend was to do. It gave her something to do, it gave her something to thrust her anger towards, it gave her hope, and most importantly it gave her joy. Problem with all that is that, it made her very self conscious

Because she is anti-social and reserved, she tries to avoid talking with people. Actually, she does not really talk at all, if she does , it is her muttering. Though she is very opinionated and open-minded, she does not tell the world about it. She tries to avoid any form of violence, verbal and physical. She also tries avoiding being touched, if she ever does get touched by someone she doesn’t trust. She tends to flinch away and end up nearly in tears. And so she was still was bullied, despite her attempts to avoid it all.

Anna definitely was one curious little cookie, she always tried to figure how things worked. No matter the outcome or the possible ones, she always tried her best to fill her curiousity. It definitely got her into trouble with her father and teachers, but it did not really matter to her. It was her learning, something she adored very much.
AFTER
Her bright smile now gleams with joy. She does not need to be frighten, or really she doesn’t feel she does. With that lack of fear, this girl has become a lot more daring and spontaneous. She tends to try more things and tells people her opinion and shows the world her open-mindedness. But also with her open-mindedness, she is a bit more honest. She definitely tries to avoid hurting people, but she is not afraid to tell people how she feels or how it is; especially when it is her friends who might get hurt. Another characteristic she has picked up is friendliness and sweetness, or really. She found a way to express it more; she had tried avoiding a lot of things, one thing being any signs of happiness. But now, she does with ease.

Something that still has not changed about her is that she still does artistic things and is still bookish as ever. But in addition to all that, she tries to experience a lot of different cultural things, something that made her enjoy life more and become a bit more appreciative of history and science. And with that new love for history and science, she found muggle things more intriguing.

Another thing that hasn't faded is her curiousity and her determination fill that curiousity, this is something that got her into a lot of trouble and still does time to time. She also still LOVES learning, strange as that may sound. She tries to learn different styles and techniques, she does it again and again until she gets it right. And after she gets it right, her friends end up with odd little things; like when she learned how to sew a wounded fox she had found ended up with a little sweater.

Something else she has opened up to is helping others. When she had been abused, she only took care of herself and her brother, she had felt too scared to trust anyone else to help others. But now she feels she can trust again and feels that helping others is a way of gaining others trust, something she wants from others.

Though she still does not think too highly of herself, she has improved greatly overall. She is now a spontaneous, happy, optimistic, bookish girl. Someone who does not appear as if she was abused.
Sample RP:
A faint smile crossed her lips as she closed her eyes listening to rain. Slowly her eyes opened when she sensed a presence behind her. Before the man spoke, Anna said, Hello Odin…is there anything you want? Laughter escaped the presence, when the laughter reached her ears the smile grew. Slowly turning around the blonde sighed softly and began to speak, Thank you so much Odin, for everything. Had it not been for you, who knows what would of happened to me. I will never forget you or the things you’ve done for me, as my Sire and as the father I never knew. The brunette just chuckled. Annabelle smiled and took a step forward. Not really knowing what else to do, Anna gave him a hug, a big and tight one. She had always seen Odin as a father, the one she never had. Though she missed her father, she never regretted leaving. Leaving had actually been her best thing. Had she not left, she probably never would of met Odin and would of never been a vampire. She also probably would of continued to live a life of abuse.

A life she never wanted to deal with or give to another. After the man released the blonde, he patted her on her head. Now all she had to do was pack. She was going to have a fresh start, A start she would not give up for anyone or anything. As she opened up a new bag, she began folding the clothes on her bed neatly. From the bed, she placed it in her blue-green bag, that matched her eyes. Soon enough she was done and she had ended up with 3 big bags and 1 small one. Biting her lower lip, Anna went over all the possible things she could of missed and looked around her room. After making sure that everything she needed was in her bags, Anna sighed and took one long last look. Quietly, Annabelle said, Good-bye, I shall see you again…sooner or later… As she left her room, she took one more glance and closed the door. Anna knew Odin would always keep that room for her, but she knew she wanted to go back to school. It was a difficult choice, but Anna ended up picking school over staying, especially since she knew the room would always be there for her.

Biting her lower lip, Anna continued to walk around the home; with all of her luggage stilll in her hand. Soon enough she ended up at the front door of the manor. She knew it was time for her to leave, but she did not want to. She knew she would miss the home, she felt as though she was leaving a piece of herself behind. But she knew, she could always return. Perhaps that was what made the school more inviting, the possibility of always having a home no matter what. But whatever it was now Annabelle Marie-Claire Lee was leaving for school, sure she felt frighten but she knew she would be okay. She had become stronger and more happier, something no one could take away. Despite her being away from Odin and her home.


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[dakotal]

First Name:

Elisabetta Dakota

Last Name:

Lesgovuu

Age:

Eternally Seventeen

Appearance:

Dakota has a very typical appearance for a girl of this day and age. She has long, curly brown hair that appears almost flawless and goes a few inches past her collar bone. This frames her angular face in an almost angelic way, making it appear softer. Her face contains high cheek bones and undeniable evenness. She has full lips that are more than often slightly part, and almond shaped eyes that were once brown. Though she is a vampire they return to brown when well-fed, but directly after a hunt are a deep crimson which she often covers with contacts.

Moving downward, it is obvious that Dakota does have a woman's body. She has all the right curves in all the right places, and is certainly very slender. She is fairly tall, averaging around five eight though she is not sure. Her legs are her favorite feature by far, as they are often what she will show more of. This may come off as slxtty or seductive to others, though she does not really care what others think about such.

History:

Born in the early eighteenth century, the exact date is unsure. Times were naturally hard when Elisabetta Dakota was born in Russia, whether for the country itself or her family she never knew. She was raised on a plantation and worked long days, learning little about the outside world. Her parents wanted to sell her or marry her off to a richer family, seeing as she was quite a beautiful child and they were positive they could marry their little girl into money. As she was the only girl they had, with two older brothers and four younger it was quite a handful with not quite enough money.

And of course, their plan worked. Dakota's parents found a handsome young man for her when she was only fourteen years of age, despite him being a good seven years older than him. They didn't care much about age differences, he was rich and they were not. They needed the money and he needed a pretty wife for pretty little babies, and that was something that every man needed. And their wedding was set up, it was a long engagement. She was fifteen by the time she was married. Of course being so much younger she was not pleased with her marriage or a controlling husband, and was often beat for not becoming pregnant quickly. Childbirth never came, as the one time she got pregnant the child was lost.

Little did Dakota know that she was being watched. Stalked being the more appropriate term. The uncommon chilly breezes, the eerie quietness of being alone at night was all him. He was watching her, waiting to get to her. And he did. He gave her no opportunity to scream, no chance to fight him back. As he wasn't human, which unmatchable strength and speed that came with being a vampire. He sank his fangs into her throat, and the next time that the girl woke up she was a vampire.

Of course, this is not a pleasing thing for any woman, young or old, to experience. Dakota did not wake up alone though, her suddenly caring husband at her side. That did not stop her from killing him, draining him dry of her blood and loosing all forsaken humanity that had remained in her. After realizing what she had become, how eternally damned she was she ran. She had no idea how long she ran, but she hid for years. Decades even. She didn't want to be seen, she had denied every one thing that she ever known. Love. Life. It was all gone, and all she knew was blood and pain.

This did not last forever, alas. Dakota finally revealed herself to the magical community, not being able to take the lonesomeness of being in hiding. No one can stay alone for eternity, and she was included. She allowed herself to become normal again, covering up the past completely. She traveled to different places, different colleges lying about ages. She got various degrees at different places, cheating the system again and again to get in before returning to Europe. She managed to get herself into Beauxbaton without having to cheat the system, much to her relief.

Personality:

More than often Dakota covers up her own thoughts seeing as they are often dark and not what people would expect. She will act preppy and cheery, often with a smile graced across her lips. Some days she even acts silly and often on the giggly side, just wanting to fit in for once. She is not the most caught up with more modern contractions and same may say she is out of it. That is also contributed to from the fact she often will day dream in the middle of something, and constantly in her own little world.

Of course everyone has her flaws, and though Dakota prefers to cover them up success is not the easiest task with some of them. Some people get on her nerves, the people that find violence amusing tick her off easily. As far as she is concerned they hadn't seen what she had, felt the emotional and physical pain that she had gone through. She is known to occasionally snap though it is not the most common thing in the world. It is mostly males that end up getting on her nerve as sexist and childish it may sound, as to her they are often the one with no disregard to others emotions.

As in young lady who was raised in her day though, it is almost undeniable that Dakota has a high work ethic and it is rare for her to give up. She is a bit headstrong because of this which will cause her to disagree with others, naturally. Though she is often passionate about what she does and does not like giving up, whether it be something as simple as an essay or even a boy. Of course most people go threw such things but she has been through it so many times that she occasionally will drive herself crazy from it.

Sample RP:

Collapsing into one of the chairs in the common room, an agitated sigh fell from Dakota's lips. She had just come from a seemingly long day of classes after waking up much earlier than she had intended as well. And naturally on top of that some homework, some of which she had been waiting until last minute to do. The fact that the common room was filled with giggly others did not help, but her legs currently just did not have the will to climb stairs and go to her dorm. She had everything she needed right there except the energy. Which of course was often a key part of it, though she knew she'd just have to deal today.

Dakota brushed her wavy hair behind her ear, before glancing up once more from her schoolwork to the rest of the common room. The urge to move came once more though she did not bother. The background noise was easy enough to block out and the warmth coming from the fire was comforting. Pursuing her lips in thought briefly, the vampire finally got her quill out from her bag and a piece of parchment before reviewing over what assignments were necessary to do first. It was more than she had first thought, much to her disappoint. "Lovely," she muttered with a slight twisted frown, before finally getting to work.

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[florance]

First Name:

Florance

Middle Name:

Chantal

Last Name:

Helewise

Age:

16

Appearance:

Family:

charles finn helewise


gigi laurette helewise


alastar hugh helewise


madeline desirse helewise

History:

Florance is the type of person who much rather never talk about her past, even if someone tries to force it out of her. She rather have people think her life is a perfect as it seems on the outside, while on the inside it's nothing but beatings and fear. Ever since she was a little girl her parents were very busi toward her and her older brother and younger sister. They would go to school with countless bruises, cuts, and scrapes from their parent's beatings that it wuold always drw attention to their muggle teachers. Of course the three would always lie about where they got the bruises or just said 'I'm like a tomato. even the slightest tap will give me a bruise'.

The three children were very careful around their parents and did everything they possibly could to keep each other safe and out of harm's way. Though once thethree hit jr. high school things took a slight turn for the worse. Ever since Florance was a small child her mother would always yell at her about her weight and would always call her a fat cow and once she hit jr. high she started throwing up after ever meal and soon enough become bolemic. Her younger sister started drinking once she was able to get her hands on alcohol and would never return home until the middle of the night due to her constant partying. Florance's older brother began selling drugs because ther parent stoped stocking the house with food and didn't care about their children's well beings.

In jr. high Florance joined the school's cheerleading squad and got herself a job just so she wouldn't have to ask her parents for the money and be beaten for doing so. Though once she was starting out as a freshmen in high school she and her sister were sitting in their family friend's living room and her brother left to go and buy the teen's food for the night. He had just gotten into a fight with their father about money and as well as him noticing the way their father was looking at the two girls in a sexual way. While on the road he texted Florance that he could't take it anymore and that her and her sister should stay at the house instead of going home. That night was the last night Florance had seen her brother because after the text was sent he stepped on the gas and crashed his car into the side of a brick house, killing himself instantly.

Florance was devistated and her sister just continued to drink herself to death, or until she passed out. They followed their brother's orders and began living at their friend's house until Florance was accepted to beauxbatons academy of magic.

Personality:

Florance is a very quite girl, and sometimes is compaired to a lamb by her close friends and sister because of that. She never dares to talk of her past and rather keep everything a secret then receive unwanted pitty from people. With a strong heart and will power Florance has been able to stand up to anything and anyone ever since she and her sister left their parents. Sometimes Florance can become a little moody as in tempermental or even overly emotional, but those are sometimes rare or just set off by things that remind her of her brother or parents. She always put on a fake smile and laugh whenever she is around friends or others whom she doesn't know, not only does she hate pitty, but also unnessicarry worry.

Because of her being bolemic she tends to be more secretive with people when it comes to her condition and things in a general sense. She can be very jumpy around others especially after she eats in fear that they will discover her secret. When she tells people about her family she lies so much and never mentions her brother, creating the perfect family for herself and making others think her life was like magic.

Sample RP: