Sorting (Term Fifteen)

[nelledon]

First Name: Morag
Last Name: McDonald
Age: 13
Appearance: Shocking red hair that goes to her shoulders. Stunning pale blue eyes that matches her uniform. She wears a lot of tartan. Wears a pair of slim red glasses. She has two slim cuts across her colourful cheeks, few people know thier origins. She also has the same type of fine scar on her hands, one on each palm, to hide them she wears gloves.
History: Her father Will McDonald is a gruff and friendly man, he is extremly funny and the best dad Morag could ever wish for. He is from a long line Scottish muggles. Her mother, Lisa DeLinon, on the other hand was a French witch and the sort of person everyone likes at first, Will was one of many men she once loved but she finds a flaw every time. She went away from him when Morag was five years old because of the young people. It was quite a good reason though. The young people she talked about had threw a blade at Morag. She instintivly put her hands before her face and a huge slash was sliced along her palms and the bits of cheek not covered by her hands. Before leaving Lisa had one last wish for her daughter. To send her to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts.
Personality: Very friendly at times but usaully extremly shy. Since she was little she always had great gifts. She is very very clever and is really good at writing and drawing.
Infact she is a little child at heart and sometimes acts a little young for her age. Having grew up with ugly scars she is always cautious among other kids. She is very proud of her Scottish heritage.

sample RP: Morag was running around the huge field with he r best friend Katie, enjoying the rest of the holidays, the sun beat down on them as they screamed in delight. Passers by would of thoughgt much of the girls and if they were to guess what they were thinking it probaly wouldn't be along the lines of...

'Should I do that Charms nomework before the holidays are over or should I do it on the journey?' or
'Where on earth did I put my wand I had it on the mantel piece not a week ago?'
They would of just glanced over at the poor wee child who they had known for years and felt sorry for after what happened seven years ago and of her friend who is inseperable to her.
This is what Heather Dearie thought.

Heather slowly stumbelled down the hill into the field leaning onto her stick to keep balance, after all she wasn't sixty any more.
"Aye aye Katie, aye aye Mora"g" she said "Fit like?"
"Nae bad" they replied becausse Old Mrs Dearie was a fan of home cooking and always cooked way too much, if they were kind to her it was likely that they would be invited back to their house for a light snack.
"You'll be heading Doon South for that boardin' school of yer's soon won't ye?" said Heather.
"Aye," replied Morag "But it ain't doon south it's in France."
"Ah" said Heather "What about you Katie? Will you be stayin' in Strachan School?"
"Aye. same as always"
"Oh, one more thing Morag, you forgot this" as Heather said this she took something tall and slim out of her bag. It was Morags wand.

I am still unsatisfied with your application but... it must be Cossu!

[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.


All done (: Enjoy

Must be Rouerie

Attachments:

[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.

DONE!

Remember NO SMOKING IN RPing otherwise it must be Sournois

[sunshine]

SUNSHINE STARLA LIFA KARI HAAKON DU PONTE

NICKNAMES
sun, sunny, light, starla, star, lala, fifa, tifa, ari.

AGE
s e v e n t e e n

BLOOD
Vampire-Blood
Pure-Blood

POWERS&&FIGHTING STYLES
Telekinesis - AVERAGE
Cyrokinesis - STRONG
Speed - STRONG
Strength - AVERAGE
Immortality - STRONG
Erasing Memories - WEAK
Archery - STRONG
Fencing/Gumdo/Kendo - STRONG
Mixed Martial Arts - AVERAGE/WEAK, DEPENDING ON STYLE

PERSONALITY
Sunny is an extremely generous person. Unfortunately, it is a big weakness. Especially since most people take advantage of it. Despite people taking advantage of her, she still trusts people and is sweet as ever. This is something that has never changed and Sunny never wants it to change, but one problem that seems to drive people away from her is her honesty and her "gift" to say things without thinking. It definitely has gotten her into a lot of trouble, but the people who do stick around definitely don't mind it. Since it gives them moments of entertainment, but also it means that their ego never gets bloated. But it has gotten her into many situations, usually that leads to violence. The problem is, though she knows several different types of fighting styles she will not fight. She only fights out of defense, but she definitely is very capable of verbal abuse. But even then a lot has to happen to bring out this violent side of her, which rarely does happen.

But one thing that happens often is her finding inspiration, this girl is an artist. She has been one since she existed. She adores all forms of arts and loves when she has muse. But when she looses it, it makes her sad. But she manages to go onto a different project and finishes it later on when she finds more inspiration. Though things may begin as unfinished, Sunshine always finishes them. She is very dedicated and stubborn about everything she does not finish. This is something that a lot of people love yet become very irritated by, especially since she sometimes ends up sick because of her determination.

Sunny definitely does have a good head on her shoulders, though she is a bit forgetful. She always means the best and is very protective. A problem that she seems to have is that she is very forgetful. Though she may seem slightly ditzy, she definitely is very smart. She tends to pick things up very quickly and easily. Sun is someone who is a free-spirit, she hates it when people try to change her. She enjoys, if not loves, being unique. This uniqueness is what makes Sunshine Starla du Ponte her. This nature-loving girl is quite the independent girl who is a hopeless romantic, in fact she still believes in the happily-ever-after and the soul-mate deal. Though this girl is a dreamer and enjoys life a lot, she has her moments when she's down. Only her really close friends notice this, since she usually is a bubbly and lively girl around them but when sad she becomes a silent and reserved girl, more then she is already.

Though Sunny is a sweet girl who loves her friends, this girl is very socially awkward and socially inept. This has been a big problem in her life, especially when it comes to opening herself up to people. Though she is all smiles and butterflies, she does not show it at first glance; unless she is around someone she loves and trusts dearly. Sunny is someone who gets hurt easily because she always tries to think the best of everyone, no matter what. She has always believed that everyone has a little bit of good in them, and no matter how little there is that it could always grow. Along with her generous and sweet personality, this girl tries to be an optimist, always. She hates feeling sad and tries to always be bubbly and giggly, but if you get this girl hyper enough. She’ll be bouncing off the walls. Though she definitely is a sweet girl, she enjoys teasing her friends. It is her way of showing adoration, but always she tries to make it the least insulting way possible. But somehow she does end up hurting people, which messes her up, big time. She hates knowing that she hurt someone, it ends up messing up her conscious, big time.

FAMILY
p a r e n t s
CLOUD SKY DU PONTE - VAMPIRE - WIZARD - TWENTY-SEVEN (looks-like) - HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN
TALON LIFA HAAKON - VAMPIRE - WITCH - TWENTY-THREE (looks-like) - HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT

s i b l i n g s
STAR NIGHT DU PONTE - VAMPIRE - ? - THREE MONTHS - DECEASED
RAYNE SELENE DU PONTE - VAMPIRE - WITCH - TWENTY
KOPPER SKOTT DU PONTE - VAMPIRE - WIZARD - NINETEEN*
SYLVER KARIN DU PONTE - VAMPIRE - WITCH - NINETEEN*
SHADOW DRAKON DU PONTE - VAMPIRE - WIZARD - FOURTEEN
STORM DENA DU PONTE - VAMPIRE - WITCH - FIVE
{ * = twins }
o t h e r s
TABITHA NIKA LOTT - VAMPIRE - ? - THREE

HISTORY
Cloud and Talon met long ago, when they were young immortals and almost instantly they fell in love; a love story that was told often to Sunshine. They married after a few years of dating, the fortunate thing was that they both were vampires and had no need to hide this from each other. As years went on life seemed almost perfect, until their covens broke out into war. The war was over power, something Cloud and Talon never wanted to be a part of. But some how these two ended up a part of it. Because they became involved they were forced to be apart, something they both hated very much. As years went on, so did the war. But Cloud and Talon never stopped loving each other. So far it sounds alright for these two, right?

But as the war was coming to an end, with Cloud and Talon secretly meeting each other, Talon became pregnant. Rather then getting rid of the child, Talon gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. This was kept secret from everyone, but Cloud. But once her coven found out, the child was put to death. The unfortunate thing was that the war was going to end in a month. The poor child's death horrified Talon, but that was not the only punishment she got. She was banned from the clan, but first was sent to jail. After Cloud found out, he began to fight. A few times he nearly escaped with his head intact and quite a few times he nearly got staked. It was a vicious war, but once it ended Cloud and Talon fled.

The two were unable to even think about having another child, the loss was too horrible for Talon. And so these two lived years and years just by themselves. That was until twenty years ago, they finally decided it had been long enough. And that was when the eldest du Ponte was born, Rayne Selene du Ponte. And the following year the du Ponte family was blessed with twins, Kopper and Sylver. Two years later they were given another miracle, Sunshine. And only a few years after her birth, three, Shadow was born. And nine years after his birth, Storm was born. And three years later, Talon and Cloud rescued an abandoned vampire baby, Tabitha or better known as Tabby.

All of these children were happy as can be, minus some of them who unfortunately had psychological problems like Storm who was said to be Bipolar. The du Ponte family stayed hidden for a very long time traveling from place to place, which was easy since both Talon and Cloud had a lot of money. The children never did complain, especially since they all had each other. But Sunny was sad, deep inside. She had never had a best friend; she had never really counted her family. So when she requested to go to a magical school, since they all were home-schooled, Talon and Cloud were very indecisive. After many months of arguing and debating, Talon and Cloud agreed that perhaps it would be good for Sunshine to go off to school.

Before everyone helped Sunshine search for a school, many of kids hated the idea. They did not like being separated, but in the end they all accepted it since they knew it was Sunny’s wish. They all finally agreed that Beauxbatons Academy of Magic would be the best, especially since it had been years since the du Ponte family had been in France. So both Talon and Cloud sent an Owl to Madam Olympe Maxime explaining their situation, without giving much away, and Sunshine Starla Lifa Kari Haakon du Ponte was accepted to Beauxbatons. Though she is leaving behind her beloved family, Sunny is being optimistic about the future and what Beauxbatons holds for.

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE
Smiling faintly, Sunny looked around as she waited for the train. As she looked around she noticed many different and interesting looking faces, but also she sensed different types of bloods. Some were just mortal, some were vampires like herself, and some were werewolves. There definitely were more different types of bloods, but those seemed to be the dominant blood she sensed. Though she did not mind being around humans and weres, Sun had a bit of a difficulty. She definitely never wanted to offend any of them and always tried to befriend them all, but in the end she always ended up avoiding them; or really, them avoiding her. It made her sad, but she understood why they avoided her.

Finally the train came. As it came to an abrupt halt, Sunny grabbed her belongings and entered the train. A small frown formed as she noticed that the students were going off into their own little sections. This meant great difficulty for Sunshine Starla du Ponte, because she was socially inept. But in addition to that, she was socially awkward. Sighing quietly to herself, Sun continued to drag her belongings behind until she found an empty room. A small smile formed as she brought her belongings in. As she placed her things on the top shelf, which was very easy for her despite her height since she had her powers, a fellow first year student poked her head in and asked, Mind if I share the room with you? Shaking her head no, Sunny spoke softly with a smile. Nope, go ahead.

As she took the opposite side of the girl, Sunshine sighed quietly. She hated not knowing how to start a conversation. It made her feel weird and awkward, but it also made her feel bad; especially since some people took it as an insult. Biting her lower lip, Sunny waited for the girl to start the conversation while she tried to think up a starter. But because of her social ineptness, Sunny could not think of anything. For some it was easy as saying, ‘hi! my name is such and such’, but for Sunny she just could not wrap her head around that. Perhaps it was because her siblings had always gone to her whenever they needed help, but whatever the reason was Sunny was socially inept. And it had always messed her up whenever she moved to a new place, fortunately she always had her siblings.

Finally the other girl spoke cheerfully and the silence was broken, I’m Celeste! You would be? An sigh of relief escaped Sunny as she smiled and softly said, Sunshine, haha no my parents are not Hippies. They just love nature a lot, as do I. When Celeste gave her a confused look, Sun quietly laughed and explained herself, Hippies are a term Americans used to describe a group of people during the mid-1960s. They usually wore rainbows and were for free-love, or really open love. They are also renown for the tie-dye shirts and loving nature and stuff like that. Sorry, I just know a lot of random facts. Sunny’s already light pink cheeks turned a darker shade, almost instantly. She was known to ramble about the most random things and was very well known for her spontaneity, something her siblings never-minded.

But unfortunately this girl was not her sister, which meant that there was a possibility that she would not like her random personality. Biting her lower lip, Sunshine’s blood pressure began to increase as her heart began pumping away. Rather then getting a negative response, Celeste just giggled and said, That’s cool! I never knew that, hehe. Random facts are pretty fun, actually! Another sigh escaped Sunshine and almost instantly her nervous frown turned into a big grin. Oh boy, so far Beauxbatons seemed to be great and Sunshine hoped that it would stay that way.

OCC
Sorry for making it soooo long! >_<;
And I'm sorry if it is not long enough. ;

Must be Cossu!

[landon]

First Name:
Landon
Last Name:
Ames
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:

History:
It all started with a drink at a pub. Lionel Ames had invited a dashing young lady - Tina Jefferson - to a drink and eventually walked out of the pub in love. So, it was your typical love story. Boy meets girl, Girl meets boy. Boy likes girl. Boy woos Girl. Girl is impressed, they fall in love; get married, have babies. It all seemed normal, except it just wasn’t. See, Lionel wasn’t a normal man, and Tina wasn’t a normal woman. Lionel was a wizard, while Tina was a witch. See? Not normal. They were both pur-bloods, which made our Landon a pure-blood as well. The couple made sure they raised him very differently compared to their own parents.

Lionel's grandparents were Muggle haters, see, and they were one of those people who just wanted them out of this world. Their own children didn't like it but had to put up with it, but had now vowed never to let their own son think that way. They, themselves, had Muggle-borns as best friends and they weren't unlike other wizards and witches out there. Landon's life went by fast. He was a healthy, energetic baby, who was well liked by his peers. The Ames lived in a Muggle neighbourhood at that time as Landon's magic were not fully developed yet. When it developed, however, the family was forced to move elsewhere. They moved around a lot until they finally got an owl from a wizarding school, inviting Landon to study there.
Personality:
SOPHISTSOPHISTSOPHISTSOPHISTSOPHIST,,,
Landon's what many people would call a smooth talker. He's smooth with the ladies and is a real gentleman. That's why lots of girls fall for this dude. It does sometimes go into his head a little, making him all big headed and arrogant, but a girl always comes his way and pops that big ole' head of his. Anyways, he can talk his way into or out of anything, whether with teachers, friends or his parents.
PARTYLOVERPARTYLOVERPARTYLOVERPARTYLOVER,,,
"We gotta live like we're dying" right? Live life to the fullest. That's Landon's motto. Therefore, he's one of those people you can count on to entertain you, make sure you have fun. He's pretty much the life of the party. He's all noisy, and outgoing and would probably make everyone feel like they belong there.
ATHLETICATHLETICATHLETICATHLETICATHLETIC,,,
Like every other wizard out there, Landon's crazy about Quidditch. Not Oliver Wood crazy, but still pretty into it. And he's not half bad at playing it too. In fact, he plays Quidditch back home with his dad, uncles and cousins. Even though he's the only child, he's family's still pretty huge, thus helping him be more sociable and everything.
ARROGANTARROGANTARROGANTARROGANTARROGANT,,,
Sometimes, just sometimes, Landon loves himself too much, and that's bad. He needs a little help keeping both his feet on the ground at times and often pisses everyone off with his gloating. But why can't he gloat, right? A guy as handsome, funny, nice and hot as him has all the right to look down on others, right? Wrong. Try telling Landon that.

Sample RP:
It was still dark. He had to use the bathroom. Inhaling deeply, he sat up and kicked the covers off, drawing the curtains that covered his four-poster bed open. It only revealed a moon lit room, which he shared with five other boys from his house. That's when he heard it. Or felt it. A grumble in his tummy. "Ah, time for a trip to the kitchens." he thought, smirking in the darkness. Landon was always an adventurous one. He liked the thrill and excitement. He was usually venturing out of the common rooms and wandering around the halls. Sure, he gets caught a lot of times but it doesn't matter, cause he just doesn't care.

Slipping on his slippers, he tip toed across the room and closed the door silently. He made his way down the spiral staircase, leading into the common room. Unexpectedly, the room was not empty as Landon thought it would be. A girl was sitting on one of the sofas by the fireplace. She looked kind of creepy, just sitting there. Not moving. But Landon approached her anyways. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, shuffling his feet awkwardly. The girl didn't respond at first but nodding her head slightly, not even bothering to look at the boy. "Um, okay. See ya." Yeah. He still had to use the bathroom and eat.

And so, he continued his journey to the kitchens. Tip toing, he remained as quiet as a mouse. He ducked behind pillars, or into empty classrooms when he heard someone approaching. Thoughts entered his sleep-filled mind. What if someone was watching him right now? What if someone could read his mind right now? "To the person who's reading my mind right now, hi!" he thought, grinning widely. He cracked himself up. "What do you think you're doing." s**t. Caught in the act. Landon froze and turned, ever so slowly on his heels to face his Charms teacher. "Goodmorning professor." he managed to croak. He wasn't scared or anything, of course.

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Must be Sournois

[alizedesmarais]

{ alize's sorting post is finished, darlings! }

© nao at caution

name . alize vera desmarais. everyone usually just calls her alize or 'lize.

age . sixteen; december fifteenth, nineteen-ninety-four.

blood . muggle-born. her mother is vera hollingsworth, and her father was jacques desmarais, both muggles. so basically, vera + jacques = alize. you see?

appearance . she looks like your average muggle girl, really. she'd be lying if she told you that the gorgeous red hair she has is natural -- it used to be dark brown, but she decided to change herself drastically because doesn't everyone have dark brown hair? the light blue eyes are real, however. her build is slender and cat-like, though she is quite short, standing up to five foot two and weighing on the scale at only ninety-seven pounds, which some people find disturbing, but she finds amusing, as her metabolisms are quite fast. her image is at the top of the post.

history . the british vera hollingsworth and the french jacques desmarais met in a way that really was kind of different from everyone else's way. at least, that's what they used to tell everyone. years ago, back when the two adults were alize's age, jacques was struggling to keep food on his lonely table, so he took up four jobs at once: a mailman, a carpenter, a painter and a singer. though he had a lovely voice, it wasn't beautiful enough to gain him worldwide fame, so nobody wanted to take him up as their protégé. he worked all day and all night working on homes and painting other peoples' living rooms, and woke up before sunrise to thrust the daily news at people he knew, but didn't know.

vera, however, was wealthy and beloved and spoiled beyond belief. she may have sounded like a cliche, but daddy hollingsworth kept her bank account enormous, and she was perfectly content being the rich daughter of the president of who-knows-what financial business thing, coasting along in life and not really having to do anything with the less important fortunate people. then jacques delivered seven quarts of skim milk to the hollingsworth family, and fell in love with their immature daughter. sure, she was beautiful, but there wasn't much in that perfect head of hers. just cobwebs and maybe some useful things. etienne, however, was so taken over by love that he felt self-conscious and had to tell her a bucket of lies about himself. so she was under the pretense that she was interested in a duchess's son who was just delivering milk to... and the lies just poured out of him. she didn't really care at all what he was, to be honest, but he wasn't aware. when they married, jacques having lied about having lost his father at a young age and his mother was in a faraway country, et cetera, both were ecstatic to rush into things.

thus, little alize was born, half-british and half-french. there was something kind of strange about her, as well, but nobody really cared. they were all too busy annoying the hell out of her with their "coochie-coochie-coo!" and "peekaboo! peekaboo!" her hair was as chocolate-coloured as her mum's and her eyes were as icy-blue as her dad's as she grew to be a young and incredibly curious child. she had torn out pages in the books in jacques' study and fixed her intense gaze on them for what seemed like hours, before deciding that all the weird squiggles on the page weren't worth trying to decipher. when her dad taught her how to bake a cake, she tried to make a single slice all on its own, instead of an entire cake. (she ended up trying to use the microwave and making it burst into flames.) jacques still hadn't told vera the truth about his parents and his background, and she didn't ask. they were both too wrapped up in their daughter's activities.

crushed by the realization that she would never be the world's best chef, alize moved on to reading, which she found enthralling. she taught herself how to read when she was four years old, tearing through books (not literally, anymore) like nobody's business. by the time she was eight, she was reading books that normally thirteen-year-olds might read. she started reading books that were for adults when she was ten, and now she reads advanced books now that she's sixteen. she had a few problems making friends, as her opinions conflicted with others and therefore she wasn't about to let go without making sure that the other person knew who they were dealing with, but otherwise is very friendly.

she learned that she was a witch when she received her letter to beauxbatons academy of magic when she was eleven years old. she'd had a cat who listened to her frequently and she often felt as if she were connected in some way to that cat, but she was shocked when she discovered that she was a "muggle-born" -- a witch whose parents had absolutely no trace of wizarding heritage. it was kind of hard to understand and accept, but her mum was excited for her, and her dad was hesitant but let her go. (now that her parents don't have to care for her 24/7, jacques fears the day when vera demands to meet his mother, as he has supposedly estranged himself from her for sixteen years.) she didn't know anything about being a witch, and she was ready to learn. and now here she is, alize desmarais, muggle-born witch and student of beauxbatons.

personality . alize constantly contradicts herself. whatever good she does, there's always a bad thing that can follow. there's only one trait she has that doesn't have an opposite, however -- she's one of the most eccentric and strange people anyone has ever met. she looks very calm and serene on the outside, and that's the first thing people notice when they see her. friends and family know very well that if she consumes even a single pixy stick (one of those muggle candy things), she can get extremely crazy. she is very creative, being a lover of all things art and music, and won't hesitate to steal your favourite shirt so she can bedazzle it and coat it in craft feathers and sequins. certain victims usually end up saying something along the lines of, "my GOD, she's a freak! my poor hat! i can't live without my hat!" and so on. she bites people frequently if they don't do as she asks, as she is quite demanding because her parents give her almost everything she wants as her mum's parents did to her mum.

alize is more stubborn than a mule, a camel, a cow, and a donkey, all combined and doubled. you can fight with her all you want, but she. will. not. budge. she'd sooner be embarrassed in front of the entire planet than to lose a fight. however, she would back down if the other person had a weapon or was the most gorgeous boy in the world or her closest friend. but she wouldn't give up if you were a five-year-old wanting a cookie. she can be a tiny bit vain, but isn't everyone? i mean, she prides herself on her looks sometimes, but she doesn't judge anyone on whether they're pretty or not. she just doesn't do that at all. she's a terrible student, because she constantly needs help and was basically failing everything but art and english before she came to beauxbatons, but still needs a lot of attention because of her poor grades. alize also strongly believes she has adhd (she has all the symptoms. want to argue with her about it?) and therefore is considering seeking extra help and love/attention. the best quality she believes she has is being free-spirited. she loves her freedom, and she loves doing as she pleases and not as others say. she will leave you in the middle of nowhere if you either refuse to do as she says or try to burden her with numerous demands. she's also childlike, trying to see the world as everyone else does, but not quite doing it. the world to her is a delicate flower that needs to be poked and prodded with curiosity. her views of the world are different, and so is her mind, sometimes like a newborn in a sixteen-year-old girl's body.

sample .

this was truly the stuff of dreams.
alize desmarais squeezed her eyes shut and extended her arms away from her body,
feeling the sun sear through her skin, accompanied by the cool rush of a quick breeze.
little white dandelion bits danced around in the air, and some even landed in her hair,
snowy white against garnet red. one went up her nose and she sneezed, her cheeks
turning redder than her hair in embarrassment. but there was no one there to laugh at
her, or to lie down beside her and enjoy the beautiful weather. it was sad. alize made
a sad face and flipped over on the grass, rolling around lazily and stretching. it was a
beautiful day, one that shouldn't be wasted indoors, but rather outside, connecting to
the earth by imbedding her face in the grass. it seemed like a perfect way to spend a
couple of minutes or even hours in between classes and such, watching the occasional
quidditch player zoom up above the sky, the size of a pencil dot, surrounded by blue.
but then again, to alize, almost everything was beautiful. the stunning forest up ahead,
the colossal school she attended behind her, and endless stretches of grass beneath her.

though she usually did this, irritating her mind and making her feel awful, she wondered
what she would have been like if she'd been born into a different family. a full family of
witches and wizards, maybe, or a family of fairies or elves or werewolves and then the
witches and wizards. then maybe she'd be some other alize, branded with a different last
name, a different appearance, and some interesting heritage. being a simple muggle-born
wasn't at all amusing. well, it might be to other people, who still didn't know why others
were developing magic. her mum, lazy and not at all intelligent, seemed like a terrible
mum compared to the ones alize dreamt up in her daydreams. she daydreamed too much,
so she had lots of other mums, beautiful veelas and kind fairies and mysterious vampires.
but then she thought about all the good qualities her muggle mum had, like... making hot
cocoa when they were all cold. and... holding her close at random moments and stroking
her hair gently. her mum was gorgeous, with rich chocolate locks and bambi-esque eyes.
but most mums were like that, weren't they? alize opened her eyes and glanced skywards.

alize was frequently bitten by mosquitoes in warm weather. she forgot about her daydream
and stabbed a fingernail into an offending bite on her arm. the skin turned even more pale
as the blood disappeared from the surface of the bump. then she abandoned it, lay back
down, and tried to regain her peace once more. a bee buzzed by her face and she didn't
even scream, which was a good sign. alize had a phobia of all insects, including the ones
she was likely squashing underneath her body at the moment. her father was fine the way
he was. he was patient, lenient, and inquisitive. it was he who had encouraged her to do
many things in life, even though he was hesitant to let her go off to beauxbatons academy.
and she definitely did not want to replace her muggle dad with an intimidating werewolf.



must be Cossu

[rozzlind]

First Name:Jaycee
Last Name: Cheung
Nickname(s): JC, Jacy
Age: 15
Appearance:
Jacyee is quite tall for her age.



History: Jacyee Cheung was born on March 8, 1995. She is the elder of two twin girls. She had an older brother, barely a year older, named Christopher, who was blissfully unaware that he had sisters until he was three and she two. Her younger sister is named Emilee.

Although her parents were not divorced, Jaycee and her siblings lived with their mother in L.A. due to their father's career in England. Jaycee and her siblings attended a muggle school in L.A., until Christopher turned ten, his birthday prompting his father's desire to have some connection with his children before they were fully grown. Christopher was sent to England to live with his father, and he and his sisters maintain a close relationship.

At nine, Jaycee became interested in the arts, and began to study violin and ballet. Her interest in violin waned, though she can still pick out some tunes on the instrument. However, she loves ballet and would not give it up for anything. She was not encouraged by her ballet teacher to continue, as she is very tall for a ballerina, but she continued with her lessons.

On the eve of her fifteenth birthday, Jaycee received her acceptance letter to Beauxbatons.

Upon her entrance to Beauxbatons, her mother will be moving to England in order to be with her husband. Their children will join them there during Summer breaks.
Personality: Jaycee is a very energetic person. She is also very confident and outspoken. She understands that to succeed in life, you must build good relationships that will last. Unfortunately, she cannot stand by this rule, as she often runs her mouth before she thinks about the consequences of her words. She talks too much and too often, without thinking of the consequences. As a result, her younger sister, Emilee, is very shy and speaks quietly.

She can be very biting and sarcastic when the situation deems it. However rude she may be to a person her own age, she is always polite to adults, whether it is superficial or genuine politeness. She is very comfortable with hugging as a sense of physical affection. In class, Jaycee often gets in trouble for talking too much, and for passing notes.

She is very flirty, though she isn’t aware of it. She isn’t very at ease with boys, so she talks even more than usual to fill the silence. Often, she is very aggressive and though she’s quite pretty, that often turns males away from her.

Jaycee has three rules in life: 1. You must build good relationships that will last, 2. In order to gain respect, you must earn it, and 3. No matter how you feel emotionally or physically, always hide it under a mask of cheerfulness.

Jaycee has strange relationships with her family. She is teasingly-sarcastic to her brother, sweet and a kind older sister to Emilee, a younger sister and a consultant for her mother, and the model child for her father.

Sample RP:
Jaycee sighed as she looked out of her bedroom window. She stared out at their backyard, a small smile playing on her face as she watched. Her dark-brown eyes followed the movements of younger cousins as they frolicked around the rose garden. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering what it was like when she and her siblings were younger. They too, had played in that very garden...

A knock on her bedroom door startled her, and she almost fell off of the small landing in front of the window. She brushed her dark curls out of her eyes as she steadied herself. Angrily, she huffed, "What is it?"

"Can't I see my little sister?" Christopher replied, opening the door and peering inside carefully. His own dark-brown eyes swept over Jaycee's room, analyzing every pillow, every poster, every single item in the quaint room. He gave a teasing smile as he completed his inventory. "Really, Jaycee? Your room looks the same as it did five years ago!"

"Oh, do shut up, Christopher." Jaycee scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. The uncertainty in her eyes and in her mind made her unsure of herself more and more these days. She had been less confident as she approached the day when she would be leaving for Beauxbatons. Finally, her arms dropped to her side as she lifted her legs onto the landing, curling into a sort of fetal position. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she buried her face into her palms. "Oh, Christopher...I'm scared. I'm so, so scared!"

"Jaycee, there's nothing to be worried about. I'm sure that it's not going to be absolutely horrible there." Her brother walked over to her, dropping an arm around her shoulder as he attempted to cheer her up. "Besides, Emi will be joining you. I'm not sure how that French school of yours works, actually..."

Jaycee began laughing as her brother continued rambling about Halloween celebrations or some such nonsense. Her laughs mingled with her sobs, creating a somewhat odd sound. "Christopher, that's so stupid! You don't even live in L.A. anymore, only for those two weeks before school!"

"Jaycee, remember when you and Emi and I were younger?" Christopher asked. "We used to play in the rose garden out back."

"I remember." Jaycee said. "Why?"

"Well, we grew older, and we had to stop playing there and hang out with our own friends." Christopher explained. "It's like that, right now. Just think of this as a transitional period, Jaycee."

Jaycee nodded thoughtfully before wiping the last of her tears from her eyes, already feeling better. She gave a small grin. "God, Christopher. You can be awfully profound sometimes, did you know?"

Her brother rolled his eyes, but he smiled back. "So I've heard."

Must be Sournois!

[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:

Walking down the unfamiliar halls rooms wasn't Asteria-Florance's cup of tea, it was more like a nightmare. Attempting to find a room here was somewhat harder then it really looked. She was about to give up until she noticed an empty room at the end of the hall way. Fast walking toward it the closer she got the more she realized why it was empty. The room was filled with cob weds and covered in dust from head to toe. Clearly it's old owners didn't take too kindly to this room since they left it so, messy. Florance knew she could easily have it cleaned up and decent looking in no time, all she needed was a bit of magic and elbow grease and it would be no problem. Florance didn't hate cleaning, but it wasn't something she enjoyed since it gave her time to think about everything.

And that was definitely something she hated to do, think, because when she thought she realized things, and when she realized things the world became a more darker and evil place to her. Taking out her ebony wand she tapped the bed causing all the dust to fly into the air and out the window. well that was easy, thought Florance as she placed her two suit cases onto the bed and smiled. She just might need a bit more help with this all, but if she really put her mind to it she could finish it all alone within a half hour to an hour. Which would give her just enough time to see if she could find her old classmates and hopefully catch up with them at last. Wish a small sigh she turned around and took a large look at the cob web infested room.

At least she could tell the walls were somewhat painted a plain white, which would make it easier on her to plan out the rest of the room's look. Concentrating as hard as possible she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as wind whirled around her as though a storm was about to begin. Dropping her wand on the floor she made a motion as though she was pushing something with all her might. The dirt and dust lifted form ever surface and was levitating in the air. Moving her hand a few degrees she motioned for it to move to the left and out the window it all went. Florance wiped sweat from her forehead and pushed up her sleeves a bit. now it's your turn, she thought as she looked at the cob webs on the ceiling, which seemed to be mocking in in a way, swaying in the breeze the open window let inside.

must be sournois

[sarina]

First Name: Sarina
Last Name: Moritz
Age: seventeen
Appearance:
History: Sarina's parents met in the woods. Her mother, Amelie, was a fairy and was simply taking her morning walk around the woods close to her village. Alexander was taking a break from his work as a healer and decided to go exploring wooded areas as he had always enjoyed the outdoors. The two happened upon one another and had an immediate connection. There were some minor problems with the two being able to marry. The head of the family was not happy about the idea and broke the two up for a while. However, Alexander and Amelie continued to see one another in secret. Once they were caught, it became quite apparent to Amelie's family that the two would continue seeing one another despite any obstacle. It was then that they gave their consent.

Within a year, Amelie gave birth to twins named Damien and Patrick named for grandfathers on each side. Next came another boy which they called Lysander. While Amelie loved her children very much, she still wished for a girl. Two years later, she got her wish and Sarina was born. All four of their children showed the same two fairy abilities which were healing and the ability to talk to animals. However, their power to speak to animals is limited. Each of them can only speak to two kinds of animals. Sarina can speak to cats and horses. They've always had fun with their powers, but they have also had to cover them up. When they were younger, some muggle children caught them talking to the animals, and in the end they had to have their minds modified. Sadly, they were friends with them.

The family spent as much time together as possible. The outdoors was a place they spent much time. At six, Sarina was already climinbing mountains and doing various other activities. They also bonded over music. Each member plays at least two instruments simply for the love of it. Sarina plays piano, clarinet and has just begun violin. While they enjoyed their parents, Sarina and her siblings were quite close to one another and remain so now. The boys were always very protective of her and ready to beat up anybody that messed with her in any way. Sarina felt the same about them and as a child got into a few fights defending her brothers in some way.

Sadly, when Sarina was ten, her mother got very sick. Healers from both the wizarding and fairy community tried to save her, but nothing could be done. After her mother's death, things changed greatly in Sarina's life. They moved to a house that was surrounded by more people, and a lot of their outdoor activities stopped. None of them wanted to do things that reminded them of what they had lost. Sarina lapsed into silence for a month and sought solace in the animals and simply being around people instead of speaking. Eventually, the family came to cope a little better with what had happened and started to try and do a few more things. Of course, the boys were already in school which made things a little easier for them. Sarina simply looked forward to what was going to happen when she turned eleven.

Sarina loved her first year of of school. She and her brothers spent a lot of time together again between classes and such. There was one little accident in the woods, and she now has a scar on her left shoulder. Though they knew they didn't have to keep their gifts hidden, all of them were reluctant to really show their talents. However, over the next few years they started to come out of their shells a little. Eventually, Sarina found others besides just her brothers to talk to. She had a few problems as she had a huge falling out with two of her fairy friends. Her grandmother also became ill on her father's side, and she remains so now despite the hard work that people are doing to save her. Now, she's looking for new adventures and enjoying time she has while hoping to someday be a healer as well.

Personality: Sarina is a shy person when you first meet her, but should you speak to her first she will try to make conversation though will have some trouble making eye contact at first. However, the more you talk the more comfortable she will feel with you. There are some secrets that she keeps in her past and will not trust them to others easily. Being burned before has caused her to not easily trust others though she trieds to give them the benefit of the doubt. Once she gives you her trust, she will be extremely loyal to you unless you break her trust. Then, she operates on a three strikes, and you're out system. Until then, she will look out for you. She is very protective, so messing with her family or friends is not a good idea as she will figure out some way to get you back.

Sarina is also a good listener and genuinely cares about what's going on with other people. She takes care of others whenever they need her, and will put every other person's needs above her own. Though she will discuss things that are bothering her, she has a hard time asking for help when she needs it. When her mother was sick, Sarina had to learn how to look after herself a little more though she had siblings. She didn't want to be more of a burden on people as they were suffering enough, so she started to keep things more to herself even when she got hurt or was sad. Though that has improved a little, she still has problems actually asking. If she does ask you, then something must really be wrong or a bunch of little things have all added up.

Her sense of humor is mostly sarcastic though she has more sides to it. While she usually means her sarcasm to be funny, at times she uses it when she's feeling defensive. In those times, her words can be cutting and will tear you down. She's also extremely stubborn which can be looked as negative or positive depending on the situation. She does not give up on things once she's started a task. Unfortunately, this means that she continues with it even if the task is taking a huge toll on her. In fact, she has become sick several times over her own stubborness. However, she is not stubborn in her views. Though she has what she believes, she leaves her mind open to new ideas and is willing to change what she thinks if given good reason. There are some which remain unmoved, but she still likes hearing more than one side and won't bash your opinion.

When Sarina is in a good mood, she is pretty much full of smiles and up for doing pretty much anything. She's seren and tranquil, but if she's not in a good mood then things change. If she's angry, then people will want to stay away from her. It's hard to predict how she will act. If she's only irritate or something along those lines, she may be a little short, but that's it. If she's actually angry, she will mow you down with her words. She doesn't get into fights or anything like that unless the other person swings first. She will try to get away from people and try to calm herself down elsewhere. The only people known to be able to calm her when she's in this sort of mood are her siblings. Others may, but nobody has yet. If her anger is directed at you, depending on what you've done, you may need to wear a jacket because this girl gets cold. Only if you make her mad that is.

The other mood that can be volatile is when she's sad. This mood comes in several forms. When her mother died, she became silent and retreated in on herself. She'd still be around people but would simply be on the fringe of the group. Another way she deals is to go to music and writing. When she's upset she will go somewhere private and try and get the emotions out. If you hear her playing any of her instrumetns, it will let you know what kind of mood she's in. The final thing is that she may be crying for hours at a time. She will often hold her feelings in as she puts others before herself, so it will just all come tumbling down when the last straw breaks her. Mostly she is a happy and easy going young lady, but she does have her moment. There are many facets to her, and the best way to get to know more about her is to get close.

Sample RP: Sarina kept anxiously looking out her bedroom window every two minutes. Still, the sky remained a blank blue canvas, and it was driving her insane. With no sign of the owl coming, Sarina took up her pacing yet again. From below her she could hear sounds from her brother, Lysander. She couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't as anxious as she was. The two had been waiting to here from their other siblings for weeks, and nothing had come yet. They were supposed to visit them, and she had been dying to know when they could go. She hadn't seen her twin brothers for months, and she missed them quite terribly. Damien and Patrick were always able to make her smile, and she knew that the whole family needed that lately.

Just as she was about to sink back into negative thoughts, a movement outside her window caught her eye. An owl that she quickly recognized as Patrick's tapped at the window. Sarina moved so fast to that window that she almost pitched herself out of it in her desire to push it open as soon as possible. The owl on the other side hooted at her in irritation as she caused it to have to take off quickly in order to avoid being knocked on the side of its head. "I'm sorry, Merryl," she gasped. "You know I'm a klutz, and I just wanted to get that letter." Though she couldn't speak to birds the way Lysander could, she still talked out loud to them. She knew that they could understand a little. Merryl hooted at her, gave her a look, and then came inside having decided to forgive her it seemed.

Sarina carefully removed her brother's response from the owl's leg, and offered her a treat. The owl accepted it with a small hoot and began to eat. In the mean time, Sarina opened the letter and immediately started jumping up and down. "Lysander!" she called with mounting excitement. "They said we can come next week right before school starts!" She strained to catch some sound of her brother, but she couldn't make anything out. Her eyes rolled in her head as she laughed to herself. Though she was fairly loud when she was excited, Lysander could sometimes drift off into his own world. She'd just have to tell him the great news later. Now, she quickly dashed off a reply to the twins. Recieved your letter, finally! We will be there with bells on. Hope your flying's improved some...joking of course. I can't wait to see you.

Once Sarina had attached the letter to Merryl, the owl gave her a small nip and took off yet again. Sarina gave a satisfied sigh and dashed out of her room. She danced happily down the stairs, almost tripping on two of them, and started to look for her brother. The two of them had so much to plan. Her father wouldn't be back from his little trip, and he would probably end up meeting them there. The family had so many plans for their last little dose of vacation. It was always hard around this time of the year. Sarina's mother's birthday would be the day after they arrived to visit the twin's. Though much of the sadness was healed, some still remained, and it was always better to have the whole family together. This was going to be absolutely fantastic.

must be rouerie

[blakeashford]

First Name: Blake

Last Name: Ashford

Age: Seventeen

Bloodline: Werewolf/Scottish/German

Appearance:



He has chocolate chestnut brown hair, with natural blond tones and highlights, which he usually wears mid-length and brushed over. He goes between short hair and neck-length hair. He has brilliant blue eyes, almost a crystal blue color. They can look oceanic blue in some lights, and can look pure crystal, almost as if you could see through them, in a bright light, or when he looks up to the sky. He has thick, dark eyebrows. They aren’t animalistically bushy, he keeps them under control, but they are thick, of course, being a male teenager. For a white male, He has very defined facial bones and plump lips. They aren’t African American lips, but they are fuller than most. Blake is a pretty athletic guy, and has a muscled tone. He’s in perfect shape for his age, and hates the thought of getting any more muscles, having a fear of looking like a body builder. As for apparel, Blake is always wearing something different. His favorite things to wear are trendy, name brand clothes. He’s fond of fashion, and always has the trendy stuff on, although he doesn’t always follow the crowd, he makes style his own. Blake is 5’10’’ and wears a size 14 shoe, just for randomness.

History:

Blake Emery Ashford was born on October 18, seventeen years ago to Stewart Ashford and Alice Bernadette. Stewart, his father, was a royal of Scotland. Needless to say, he came from high class. Alice, his mother, came to Scotland from Germany at a very young age, during the reign of Adolph Hitler and his oppression. The two met when Alice was hired as a seamstress for the Royal Ashfords. Stewart was 18, and Alice was 17. One day, Stewarts suit ripped right before a royal conference, and he had to take his clothes to Alice. They had a lovely conversation that turned into a love affair. Stewarts parents disapproved, and fired her, banishing her from their castle. For a while, Stewart stayed with his parents, but after he did some thinking, Stewart ran after her. They started their own life together, Stewart giving up his royalty. It wasn’t long before they got married, and Alice became pregnant and gave birth to Blake Ashford.

Although by themselves, the couple found a nice cottage on a hillside in the Scottish countryside. That’s where they raised Blake. From his beginning, Blake knew he had magical powers. He was taught all about magic, and the wizarding world, in hope that he would get ahead when he finally was ready for a magical school. Like any toddler, at age two or so, Blake was into everything, and ran everywhere. He was an ornery little boy, and still is today, with his practical jokes and his love of fun. As the years past, he became an energetic little boy. Everyday he would run and roll around the hills of Scotland. He’d always kept himself in top physical condition. He had a pretty peaceful childhood, until he reached his teenage years. Like any teenage boy, he went through a rebellious stage. He went to parties, snuck out, made out with girls, the whole enchilada. He started smoking for a while, then it was alcohol, and then he turned gothic, anything he could do to defy his parents. But something would happen that would turn his act around.

The turnaround occurred when he was sixteen, just a year ago, when he was attending his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Usually, people started at the age of 11, but his parents decided to hold him back, until he was old enough to know how to use his powers wisely. Besides, they wanted to keep him with them as long as possible. Time went by quickly, after all. Everything turned around when Blake went to a party, where a girl he crushed on was attending. It was her birthday bash. As the night unfolded, she seduced him, and had her way with him in her bedroom that night, not that Blake refused or resisted in any way, shape, or form. During their passionate time together, she bit him between his neck and shoulder in the heat of the moment. Little did he know, that girl was a werewolf. He knew that they existed from his magical books, but he never imagined he’d ever meet a student that was one. His first transformation occurred the following week. Blake had no idea what it was, but it was painful. Since then, he’s done much research about it, and always carries a bottle of wolfsbane, which he wears as a necklace. He’s lived with his newfound powers ever since. Blake has learned to harness them, and use them to their full potential. He calls it his dark-but-awesome side.

He and his parents, just recently, moved to Paris, France, where they could start fresh, away from the royal family, the girl and her pack that ruined Blake’s life, and all the hassles of Scotland. Throughout Blake’s entire life, the royal family tried to talk Stewart into putting him up for adoption and coming back to the castle,. They didn’t want Blake because he didn’t come from both royal parents. But, Stewart refused his family. The villagers were suspicious of the whole family, they being the only ones not suspicious of the werewolf activity in the village. So, they moved away, to a place where a prestigious magical school was located. The whole family decided that was the school for Blake. So, Blake recently enrolled in Beauxbatons, and hopes to get in and start anew, with a lot of friends and new experiences. Hopefully he won’t get into too much trouble.


Personality:

Fun-loving; Blake is a very fun-loving guy. He loves to go to parties, and loves to go out on the town. Shopping is one of his favorite things to do, actually, shopping and partying, those are his favorite activities. He loves to play practical jokes, and is a hilarious guy. He has a little bit of sarcasm, but most of his comments are out of fun, and most of the time, pure hilarity. He just likes to have fun, plain and simple. He’s quite an entertaining and fun guy to be around. You’ll never have a dull moment.

Energetic; He has a lot of energy. He is athletic, and in love with Quidditch. You can find him running around the lake, or along the forest trail, when he’s not on his broom, trying to perfect his moves and techniques. He has a lot of stamina…draw your own conclusion from that, ladies! You will find him randomly doing cartwheels and flips across the lawn. He loves martial arts, and is quite good and quick at them. He’s always moving, and hates to sit still. He’s actually pretty restless. He even moves in his sleep! He usually has to take a sleeping pill to go to bed, being quite an insomniac.

Friendly. He’s everyone’s best friend, and doesn’t make enemies easily. He is charismatic, and has a positive attitude, and outlook on life. He tries his best to be nice to everyone he meets, although it’s hard to do sometimes, with the negative and hateful people in the world. He’s a loyal friend, and would do anything for his friends, which is one of his downfalls. He tends to be taken advantage of, not wanting to refuse his friends. But, the way he see’s it now, if friends are really friends, they won’t ask you to do everything for them. But, he’s a nice guy with a heart of gold.

Intelligent. Blake has always been a perfectionist when it came to schoolwork. He won’t turn any kind of project or homework in unless it’s perfect. When he’s not doing something outside, he’s usually in his dorm or at the library, researching something. Academics is something that Blake excels in. He makes it a point to excel in everything. He’s quick-witted, and catches onto things fast. He’s a pretty smart guy, although he might be branded with the old jock stereotype.

Artistic. Many people may not know this, but Blake is very artistic, a talent he gets from his mother. He adores photography, and drawing. He has drawn a million comic books, along with mens fashion designs, and has quite a few books of pictures. He always has a camera around his neck, or somewhere with him. You never know when you need to snap a photo, right? He’s artistic in everything he does, whether it be writing, dreaming, or breathing. He really has a mind for art.

OCD. He actually takes medication for this. Blake has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. His main symptom is symmetry. If things aren’t straight, arranged, and just right, he’ll arrange it to be so. He absolutely despises mismatched colors and clothes. His room is the cleanest room in the whole shower. He also gets images in his head, and has a photographic memory. Hence, he takes medication so he isn’t driven insane.

Mild-Tempered. Blake is a nice guy. He usually thinks before he acts. It takes a lot to make him mad. He doesn’t really have a temper. But, if you get under his skin enough to anger him, you’d better be running away, because he’ll just blow up on you. There isn’t much chance in angering him, because he can take a joke, thankfully.

Naturally, there are many aspects of his personality that you’ll have to discover for yourself.

Sample RP:

Even as Blake held the folded piece of paper in his hand, he couldn’t believe it. Whitney Stewart actually invited him to her birthday bash, to be held in her parents home near Hogwarts, located in Hogsmeade. It was too good to be true. Whitney Stewart was a perfectly-shaped blond that Blake crushed on so hard, he felt he loved her. He’d been pining for her for quite some time, since the first day of this term. Blake’s brilliant blue’s looked down at the folded paper, his fingers tracing the engraved golden script that described the details of her party. Blake put the invite up to his, taking it in. It even smells like her. Let’s just say Blake was hopeless. Tonight was going to be a special night, Blake was absolutely sure of it. Biting his lip in excitement, the brunette teen ran as hard as he could toward the castle. If he was going to make an impression, he had to start getting ready now. He was sure to win her over tonight.

Steam rolled out of the bathroom, quickly clearing to reveal Blake in a new outfit. He had put on dark grey jeans, a black v-neck shirt, and a dark grey jacket, made from the same material as his jeans. The soon-to-be werewolf walked over to his wardrobe, taking out a cologne bottle, spraying some BOD on the bottom of his wrists and his neck. Smirking, he looked himself over in the mirror. He looked pretty good, if he did so himself, which would have been a first—Blake tended to be very modest when it came to his appearance. Quickly, Blake put some black and grey converses on his feet, heading out the door. That’s when he realized, he could use some floo powder to get there! Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, Blake grabbed some powder from a wooden box and ducked under the frame of the fireplace, stepping on the logs. It was extremely uncomfortable, so he quickly said aloud where he wanted to go, before throwing the powder onto the wood. Suddenly, a green flame swallowed the teen up, Blake screaming the whole way.

Hogsmeade. It was the home of many shops, and many people. This is the village where the party was going to go down. Green flames filled the fireplace of The Hogs Head, a local pub in Hogsmeade. Blake stepped out of the fireplace quickly, nodding to the people staring in amazement, before walking out of the pub. He would have stopped and had a drink, but he forgot to bring his own cup! Bummer. The blue-eyed wizard ran outside, meeting up with a few others going to the same party as he. Everyone quickly flooded her large mansion in Hogsmeade, including Blake. As the night progressed, Blake made his way closer and closer to Whitney. Of course, he could have been there sooner if people didn’t want to talk to him so badly. That, and he had to stop to dance with people. Blake, being a party animal, couldn’t pass up a high-octane dance. He finally made it over to Whitney, who was smirking at him. He approached her and they had an interesting conversation. She winked at him and walked to an open door, waving her index finger back and forth, a signal for Blake to follow her. He knew where this was heading. He licked his lips and followed her into the room. Quickly, his jacket came off, as well as her dress, along with everything else. The night was filled with grumblings and sounds of a good time. At the climax of their passionate night, Whitney bit into the curve of Blake’s neck, the teen boy groaning at the pain. Their night ended and he woke up the next morning alone, with nothing but a note with lipstick lips on it, a note saying Whitney had a good time. He still had his bite marks. He was in for a surprise.

A week passed since his night with Whitney, and he hadn’t seen her in all that time. What was happening? Blake didn’t know, but he’d felt weird all day. The sun was just setting when a churning developed in Blake’s stomach. Suddenly, his heart began to beat rapidly, Blake holding his chest, gripping the pain. The soon-to-turn werewolf pushed out the window and ran on the roof, jumping off of it, landing perfectly on the ground. Looking over his should in the crouched position, his wide eyes examined the space between the roof and the ground. “How did I do that? Wha—What?”, Blake asked himself in amazement. Fangs started to protrude from his mouth, Blakes fingers tracing them as he ran. Something was happening—he was turning into a werewolf.

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Must be Rouerie!

[fate48]

Name:
Faith Albar Altus

Age:
17

Appearance:


History:
Born in India, she was then brought back to Europe by her parents when they'd decided to send her to Beauxbatons. She has other family in England and Scotland and grew up in a typical magical family and household. Being well-to-do, she is a little arrogant at times and maybe seem cold occasionally. Faith loves reading and gaining knowledge, sometimes not for the use of good. She had the entire books of spells memorised and even learned Latin and French to aid her in creating and understanding spells before she was sent to Beauxbatons.

Faith grew up in a house where intelligence was not only respected, but demanded. At an early age she was taught to love books, to adore learing, and was pushed beyond her limits. She may come off cold, but once you get past her steely exeterior you see her true colors and find out she is really quite kind. She has flitted from person to person, never settling but always leaving her mark.
She also has a strange ability to mess with peoples emotions. It works better on people she has a bond with than complete strangers.

Personality:
Clever, very intelligent, she has a smooth way of conducting herself. She doesn't anger easily, nor does she take things to heart. She can be defiant but in a way that's masked by her politeness. She is known to be highly promiscuous, impulsive yet disciplined, secretive, witty, conventional yet not orthodox.

Sample RP:
Faith walked through the forest with a heavy feeling deep inside her chest. She felt like the world had just come crashing down on her, and in reality it did. She couldn't believed what she'd seen earlier in the abandoned shack off the academy grounds. Acting on an impulse, and an anonymous note from someone, she had ventured to see what it was all about. It wasn't as if she didn't trust Rafe, but she had to put an end to the anonymous notes she'd been getting.
When she saw her rival, Annabel, in the arms of Rafe, her world had abruptly halted spinning. She nearly swooned and ran out of there, with tears streaming down her face. Faith was generally strong, but seeing the one person she loved, in the arms of another, she'd never felt weaker or lonelier before.
She stormed into the forest, tears streaming down her face. Faith was heartbroken, and could only think of two ways, either she'd take revenge, or she'd kill herself.

She walked down further and paused at a murky black lake, looking up at the sky. It was turning a dark, angry shade of grey and far off in her peripheral vision, she spotted speeding bolts of lightning hitting the ground somewhere in the distance. The weather was an exact doppleganger of her inner self and she felt as if the world was empathizing with her. Faith pushed her hair out of her face and wiped the tears from her face. She knew she looked like hell, but it didn't matter right now.
Taking out her wand, she muttered some incantations, and the tip of her wand glowed a bright red. 'That means whoever's been sending me these notes is very near by.. Probably even following me..' She thought to herself. She was terrified now, alone in the forest, she had no idea how far off she was from the academy and near to the one person who knew nearly everything about her.

Walking back form where she'd come from, she tried to retrace her steps. She spotted some familiar oak trees that she'd seen on the way and breathed a sigh of relief when she caught a glimpse of the abandoned shack. The sigh was shortly followed by a heart-piercing wrench she felt in her chest, as Faith realized what was probably going on in that shack. With half a mind to stalk in and hex them both, she stomped toward the shack, but something -someone- caught her by the waist and flung her to the ground. Her screams were muffled by a spell and she couldn't get a sound out of her mouth no matter how hard she'd tried.
'Merlin save me..' She thought, before her eyes began to grow heavy and closed of their own accord and she was unconscious.

Please add one more paragraph to your application.

Must be Rouerie!

[princesscharlotte]

Name: Cherry
Surname: Blossom
Age: 13
Blood Status:
Veela/half-blood.
Appearance:
silver blond hair tumbling to her waist, deep violet eyes, very thin as is permanently on a diet. Her eyes narrow when she knows somebody is lying and they widen in surprise sometimes. Her skin is white and her eyelashes long and black. quite beautiful. Does not paticularly like boys staring at her as she is Veela.
History:
Cherry Is a half blood from London. Her mother died when she was four years old, her name was Emma Blossom and she had grown up in a wizard family. Her father Michael Blossom also pure blood and works as a muggle builder and is very careful when he sneaks a few tricks with his wand. He also helps in the ministry a little. Cherry is very smart and enjoys all lessons. She is passionate about animals and saved a bird with her powers at the age of one. Has tried hard not to use her powers as she goes to play at the park and tries to control her anger, which she can do perfectly. SAdly, has a little bit of a temper when she is in a bad mood and somebody makes her mad. Also has astma and is alergic to nuts. She is also rubbish at guessing things, like puzzles and things.
Personality:
Is a very kind, considerate girl and is a pure blood. She is usually very calm and despises bullying and show-offs. Is fantastic at flying and is very smart. She loves to read and study alone in her room with books from her house library.
Sample RP:
Cherry looked around at her students in the playground. She walked past the giggling girls, past the boys playing with their stupid football cards, past the strict teachers. She spotted a bench and sta down on it. She opened her bag and got out her favorite book, Tales of the Beedle and the Bard.
She opened it to where she left off and began to read. She heard a big SNAP! She raised her eyebrows and continued reading. Must be a boy spying on me, she thought scathingly, and she continued to read, ignoring the noise completely.
Then, there it was again, louder this time. SNAP! Cherry marked her page with her bookmark and put it in her bag and stood up, peering around for any sign of what had made the snapping noise.
Then she looked down. she had broken one of her necklaces with a charm on, and the had been breaking it with her powers without even noticing. She groaned and picked it up. Sinking onto the bench, she examined it. She ahd been saving up for a solid gold cauldron. " There goes my solid gold cauldrom till next month" she groaned. " Stupid necklace" she muttered.
Powers:
Reading minds, breaking things, ummoning things without speaking,transfiguring with a snap of her fingers, putting people into a trance, can transform into a unicorn.
Please change your display name to match the name mentioned in your application and afterward I will read your application.
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Okay, so I must ask you to extend your RP sample, please make it three (consistent) paragraphs long

[amabear]

First Name: Sophia "Sophie"
Last Name: Weir
Age: 13
Appearance: Sophie is fairly short, barely 5-foot-2-inches. Her brown-red hair is wavy, wispy, and wind-blown most of the time. She has huge, round, celery-green eyes. When she smiles, small dimples sprout in her cheeks. Her frame is slender, and is usually clothed in knee-length, brightly colored skirts and v-neck t-shirts of a matching color. In her hand is always a book, usually a thick one.
History: 15 years ago, in 1995, 2 young wizards had a chance meeting. Isabel Bell, twenty-one from Los Angeles, California, was attending a wizarding foreign relations conference in Washington D.C. when she literally bumped into someone. Isabel was running to her meeting, armed with papers and a coffee, when she turned a corner too quickly and crashed into an Englishman going the opposite direction. Thomas Weir worked for the Ministry of Magic and had been going to his meeting with some tea. After some vehement apologizing, they made plans to meet for lunch. And at that lunch, they made plans for dinner the next weekend. They were fast friends, and they soon were more than friends. A year after meeting, Thomas proposed. On April 15th, they had their first child, Sophia

Isabel's mother is a witch, and her father is a Muggle; Thomas is Muggle-Born. Both of them work in foreign affairs, so Sophie and her sisters, Elizabeth and Rose, have spent much of their life in cities and countries other than the place of their birth. Sophie has lived in Los Angeles, London, Dublin, and New York. Her parents both speak fluent French, so her family has been sent to Paris for the next ten years. Up until now, she has been home-schooled because of her family's constant moving, but they are secure enough for Sophie to be sent to Beauxbatons, along with her sisters in following years. Unfortunately, neither her nor her sisters speak a word of French.
Personality: Sophie is fairly bubbly when her nose isn't crammed into a book. Since both of her parents work, much of her home-schooling was self-moderated; luckily for her, Sophie loves to learn and excels at it. Her passion is history, and she also enjoys words. Books of all sorts, not just history, line the walls of her room, their spines well worn.

As stated earlier, Sophie is bubbly and cheerful. She is always quick to smile or hand out a compliment. She can stand and talk for hours, and will often tell you all about what she is currently studying. However, if she feels uncomfortable or unwanted in any situation, she will recede into her book and stay there for hours.

Sophie is extremely hard-working and will go to great means to succeed. Does she have her whole life mapped out? No, but she knows that somewhere in her future lies success.
Sample RP: "Sophie, I don't wanna unpack!" Rose whined. Sophie shot her a warning glance. "Rose, we've been here for two weeks! Everyone else has!" Having said that, she returned to her book. Rose kept up with her whining, so Sophie dropped her book on the bed and jogged outside. The Ministry had gotten her family a flat in the heart of the city, on the bottom floor. Right near their building was a cart selling fresh croissants, and Sophie loved them. As she payed, fumbling with the money, she saw a family walk into her flat. Confused, she ran back, snarfling down the rest of her croissant.

"Really such a surprise!" she heard her father saying as she rounded around the hallway. As she walked in, she got a closer look at the family. They were only 3 in number, a wife and husband and their son. All three of them were donned in plain black robes. Her mother gestured towards them and mouthed "Government friends from England." As she nodded at her mom, her dad saw her and turned around, exclaiming "Oh, and here is my eldest, Sophia!" His smile faltered slightly as he saw her clothes. Sophie had spent most of the day shelving her books, and she had dressed the part. Her hair was clumsily tied back, her sweatpants dirty, and she had on an over-sized tee-shirt that read "I bought this in a Muggle Shop. Muggles wear them."

But Sophie decided to pretend she was wearing beautiful dress robes and smiled widely and said "Hello. I'm Sophie. Pleased to meet you!" The boy stood up quickly and shook her hand, saying rather quickly "Hi, I'm Matt, so good to meet you finally, I've heard so much about you! Are you excited to go to Beauxbatons? I'm to go too, the teachers are really quite good, or so I've heard." Sophie let go of his hand, feeling quite uncomfortable as his father boomed "Well, Matt, no need to scare her away!" Sophie edged towards the hallway, mumbling "Well, I really must help my sister unpack. She's only ten, and has trouble lifting up the boxes." At that, Sophie ran into her room and picked up her book, wondering why that boy had been so excited to meet her.
Something makes me feel confused when I read your history (again and again) how come her mother is a witch and her father is muggle and straight afterwards you mention is muggle-born? Is he muggle or muggle-born because these are two different things! And how come they work in the muggle world?

Sophie's maternal grandfather is a Muggle, and her father is Muggle-Born. I tried to make this clear by talking about Isabel and then Thomas, but I suppose it did not translate. Sophie's mom works for the American Wizard Government, and her father for the British Ministry of Magic. Their jobs are sort of like Mr. Crouch's, except that they travel more. Does that clear everything up?

[tilly]

FIRST NAME:
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APPEARANCE:



PERSONALITY:

whimsical - -

Her head is in the clouds a majority of the time. She is known for her incessant day dreaming. In reality, she only day dreams when things get deadly dull, or she doesn’t wish to think about what is going on around her. Her mother was like this, and she passed the trait on to her daughter in hopes that someone would learn to live life as it was meant to be lived: carefree and blithe. With this comes a subtle cheerfulness that radiates out from her and infects anyone within a reasonable proximity. She knows how to subliminally tell people that It is alright and I am here for you without really saying anything at all. From the top of her head, she recites poetry backwards to make people laugh and realize that routine isn’t necessarily the most important aspect of life and that living happily is the way to go.

caring - -

Annie is naturally caring. She feels for people and really seems to understand when someone has a problem or needs a form of consolation. Though typically reserved for friends only, her responsiveness comes in the form of a subtle air about her head. It is obvious that she really does care and that things, people specifically, matter. It has always been this way, since she was a little girl, though only faintly. She was the girl who cried if an egg fell from its nest, the girl who rushed over to your side as you tripped and scrapped your knee, the girl who held you as you cried over a lost love. Problems large and problems small, it did not matter, because she was the ray of light that gave you hope at the end of the say, the voice of comfort, the face of new opportunities. The fact of the matter, is that whether or not it is in her place to do so, An cares.

distracted - -

It is an ailment, almost, this inability to keep her thoughts pressed to one subject for any certain length of time. It comes with her whimsical temperament, how her mind is floating from one thing to the next in short bursts of excitement and wonder. Though typically obvious during times of education or times when she actually needs to be paying attention, this trait can be present at any given time. In conversation, someone can be talking directly at her, and she does not respond because the train of her thoughts cannot be followed, not even if an effort is exerted to do just that. This tends to be the bane of many’s existence and the cause of various arguments with those she cares about, only because there comes a time when it is rude that she has no consideration for others. It isn’t self obsession or egotism that causes this, but general lack of control over what her mind is doing.

stubborn - -

She doesn’t like to be told what to do. She doesn’t like to be told how to do something. She doesn’t like when people think they have the right to do either. She is obstinate, unmoving, a brick wall. There is a shadow of a flaw here, lurking and waiting to be drawn out when she is feeling exceptionally immovable. There have been times when she is drawn into confrontation because she strongly feels that she can do and believe and say whatever she wants as long as no one is trying to influence her another way. Especially in school, teachers learned to hold grudges against the young girl because she would purposely not pay attention in class just to act as a nuisance or to make a point. Annie always seems to be making a point, though, so it is not out of normalcy for her to refuse to waver in order to make others see what she is trying to say.

impulsive - -

She was always the girl that decided to jump into the lake first, the girl who let go on the swings, the girl who led the way through the dark trees of a heavily wooded forest. She wasn’t exactly scared; it was more that she had a hidden drive that pushed her to do silly things on a whim. Not entirely safe, Annie was often getting herself into messes of trouble, or just plain hurt. Being so rash led way to many cuts and brushes and dirty finger nails as a child, but as she progressed along in age, it slowly morphed into her wanting to impress others, and just that urge telling her to do silly things for the sheer heck of it. A Gut feeling, a feeling that can’t just be ignored. It is one of those feelings that must be answered in order to be comfortable.

HISTORY:

It started simple. Two normal, all American teenagers meeting and falling in love, getting married, and settling down in Massachusetts. They had their first kid shortly after marriage, as was socially expected from them, and it was a boy, whom they named Mitchell. It wasn’t until three years later that Annie was born. There was nothing exceptionally different about the Kennedy’s. They were normal, normal, normal, and continued to be this way, even after they had two children to take care of. As any typical American family did, they had a family dog and family vacations to the lake. They went to cook outs and block parties and celebrated the fourth of July. The family was as close knit as their ages allowed, especially Mitchell and Annie, who’d formed a very trusting bond early on. The only non-typical thing experienced by the Duprey’s was Mitchell’s acceptance into a rather extraordinary school. Secretly, Annie was bitterly jealous. She couldn’t remain that way for long, because Evie Thaler was moved into their home on the horrible death of her parents. It became almost a responsibility to be there for Evie and to renounce the horrible feelings she felt for her brother.

Age eleven brought on a wave of nerves to Annie as she received her acceptance into a school she had only previously heard of in association with her older brother. Salem Academy of Magic was interested in her, was interested in the power she had previously been so skeptical of. Sure, her brother was a wizard, as he’d been accepted into school before her. But Annie? Well, how had she ended up so lucky? She’d thought that she was normal like any other girl and that Mitchell had been the lucky one. Then again, all throughout her childhood, odd happenings plagued her. It was always curious how she would never get caught stealing from the cookie jar, or how she never seemed to scrap her knees if she fell out of the tree she was climbing. It was also rather curious that her parents couldn’t explain how her hair always grew back just in time or how she could make things appear out of thin air.

On receiving the Salem’s letter, though, all these inquiries dispersed and were replaced by a feeling of aw. It was her turn now. She was to go off to school with Mitchell that year and start her education as any other young witch would do. Her expectations for the school were high, so when she arrived and was met with the magical environment, she was far from disappointed. She was disappointed, however, with the amount of school work piled on her. Annie had never been thrilled with school; the institution never worked for her. Having a creative and free-willed mind, she liked to do and create on her own without the structured environment of the school walls and nosy professors. This pushed her to bad grades early on, a trend that exemplified during the rest of her years attending school, and a general disinterest for listening to others who believed they had the right to tell her which way to make her mind wander.

Bag grades, perhaps that was the reason for the transfer. More likely it was her father's new job in the French Ministry that made the difference. But either way, she was transferred back to being a mere first year, sent to Beauxbatons.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Annie hadn't started out the day very well.

For one, when she had got up she had tripped over the rug in the dormitory. She wasn't superstitious like some other girl in the room who had screamed that she was going to die today because of that little trip (Honestly, does she look stupid enough to believe that?). Then, when she had entered the common room downstairs, only one person had looked up to her and smiled back to her charming smile. One person. Apparently, some stupid notice on the stupid notice board about stupid quidditch was far more stupidly important than looking at her in awe. She didn't put all this much effort into her looks for only her pleasure you know! Believe it or not, An was not Annie if she wasn't striving for every single person's love, attention, devotion, awe, jealousy and whatever other idolizing term you want to say. After an internal tantrum that helped absolutely nothing, she had stalked out of the common room in a huffy mood, desperately hoping that breakfast would get her back into a full swing charismatic mood. No such luck. As soon as she sat down, she noticed something.

There was someone staring at her from across the table.

Ordinarily, she would have felt overly flattered. Actually no, that's the wrong word. She wouldn't have felt surprised. She did, after all, regard herself as one of the best looking people at this school - which seemed to have rapidly expanded in numbers recently. If Annie had been paying attention to something other than herself, or other people who were also paying attention to her. But enough of what Annie doesn't notice. Merlin knows we could go on all day about that topic. The fact remained that the boy was still staring at her, and he was only twenty minutes late. Although, now that she thought about it, he was cute. In a cute kind of way. What she most likely meant by that sentiment was that he was good looking enough, but not her type. Oh I know you think "boy" is her type, but she's far more picky than that in reality. She smiled. A charming smile. She then proceeded to flick out a mirror and check that the reason he was staring was because he was stunned by her beauty and not because she had something stuck in her teeth, hair, or on her face. Negative. The flawless face in the mirror smiled back. She laughed internally as she thought about how silly she must have seemed. Not because she had pulled out a mirror. Oh no. Because she should have just known he was staring at her for the first reason, therefore there really was no need to get the mirror out.

She stashed the mirror away back in her bag that was resting on the bench beside her before flicking a single curl of her golden blonde hair off her face. She considered marching over the sit opposite him and then blankly staring at him only that would be far too obvious. She could smile back. Wave at him. Ignore him. Oh, the choices! First things first - she grabbed the bowl of fruit that was conveniently stacked to at least eye level and dragged it between the two of them. She didn't mean to be rude, but she has this thing. Oh yes, she has this thing about people watching her while she's eating. Strange, yes? She's more than content for people to endlessly watch her while she walks, smiles, laughs, plays with her hair, read, shamelessly flirt etc. But when it comes to eating? She would rather do it in private. Something I suppose that is saying a lot about Annie, considering how much she simply adores people and their company.

When she was safely secured behind the fruit bowl and wishing she had x-ray vision so she could note whether he was still staring at the exact spot her face had been less than ten seconds ago, she grabbed a piece of toast. It sat blankly on her plate. She stared at it for a second, before once more glancing around herself. No one was looking. She glanced around the fruit bowl. Oh, she's been proven wrong. She bit her lip, before deciding on her course of action. With that pretty smile in place she walked a few meters till she was sitting exactly opposite him. She placed her plate down before grabbing the strawberry jam conveniently situated right in front of the boy. "You don't mind if I?" She asked politely, indicating to the jam as she sat down. Without so much as waiting for an answer - she's not rude, just impatient, I promise - she smoothed out a thin layer of the thick red substance over the toast. She glanced back to him. Her pretty smile turned into a knock-you-off-your-feet smile. "Annie." She extended a perfectly manicured hand.

Maybe things were looking up for Miss Dupre.

Well, well... I'd see Miss Duprey more of a Sourois than Rouerie.

[aoife]

name aoife morrigan ó séaghdha
nicknames a, aoife
date of birth august twenty-fifth
age fourteen
gender female
sexuality heterosexual
occupation student
blood 50% fairy, 50% wizard
ethnicity 100% irish/gaelic
hair blonde
eyes blue
birthplace daran islands, ireland
hometown aran islands, ireland
place of residence beauxbatons
siblings 9
favorite color yellow
first language gaelic/irish, english

personality even though she's known her whole village her whole life, coming to such a big place has somewhat frightened her and brought out her worse qualities. on that note, she isn't usually as ... quirky. she's usually the normal girl, her family's pride and joy. sort of the black sheep of the family.

“The strongest symptom of wisdom in man is his being sensible of his own follies.” [François de la Rochefoucauld]

For her age, she is very sensible. She's always had a sense of what was bad and what would be harmful to anyone near or close to her. When faced with difficult decisions, she's been the one to step up and make the decisions.

"I love a lot of things, and I'm pretty much obsessive about most things I do, whether it be gardening, or architecture, or music. I'd be an obsessive hairdresser." [Gates McFadden]

Obsessive. If anything could describe Aoife, it would be obsessive. She's forever obsessing about one thing or another - the perfect condition of her bedroom, her hair, her assignments, everything. She knows that it's somewhat annoying to people around he, but it's not her intention.

"I don't pretend to be captain weird. I just do what I do." [Johnny Depp]

As for her being quirky, it's almost the perfect definition for what she would be. In uncomfortable situations, she'll start ranting about the silliest things that you'd think would be possible from a girl of almost fifteen. She bites her nails, and is almost obsessive-compulsive about everything. If quirky wasn't something to call her, there wouldn't be anything you could describe her as.

"What is objectionable, what is dangerous about extremists is not that they are extreme, but that they are intolerant. The evil is not what they say about their cause, but what they say about their opponents." [Robert F. Kennedy, 1964]

If believing strongly about one thing is being an extremist, then that's Aoife. She so strongly believes in one thing at one time that she would literally do anything to prove her point. Chain herself to a tree, whatever it took.

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