Sorting (Term Sixteen)

[tzarina m. barr]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

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*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[wolf]

NAME Alessandro Raffaele de Luca
NICKNAMES Ales, Raf, Andi, Wolf.
AGE Seventeen
BIRTHDAY February 3rd
BLOOD Lycanthrope
FORM Black Italian Wolf
PERSONALITY
Alessandro is actually quite intelligent and is very bookish, despite his athletic ways. He also is talented with the guitar, piano, dancing, and singing, all something his Mum wanted him to do and something he did very willingly. No, Alessandro was not a mama’s boy, there were simply too many of them to have that kind of stuff. Actually, Alessandro was just a boy who was very compliant, especially whenever his sisters or mother asked him for something. He always hated to see any of them cry, which was actually why he was so compliant with almost every girl he meets. Alessandro also still believes in chivalry and is out to prove that chivalry has not died. He also is quite the gentleman, despite his slightly flirtatious ways.

But when it comes to his father, he usually is always arguing. Perhaps it is because Alessandro does not wish to do what his father tells him to do, at times. But it also is probably because Alessandro knows he has dreams and those dreams he wishes to attain, though at times they seem almost impossible. He knows he’ll achieve them through dedication and determination, not to mention his stubbornness. But unlike his father, he does not have a temper. So whenever they fight, you’ll see one very calm man and a very angered man talking to him. Alessandro is also patient and always wants his point to get across, clearly. He is actually quite articulate; something his father always praised him for since politicians should be very articulate. The reason why Alessandro is so articulate is because Alessandro LOVES to read, he enjoys everything from poetry to thick chapter books to text books. He also LOVES to write from songs to poems to essays to stories. Alessandro also LOVES to draw/paint/sketch/etc. It is a passion of his, just like writing and reading is.

Though Alessandro, so far, sounds all great and all. Alessandro definitely does have his faults, it is something that he was raised to hide though. Alessandro is quite the perfectionist with a lot of works, especially with whatever he writes or creates artistically. He also tends to take control in group works, because he is so used to having everyone depend on him or simply screw-up. He also has a problem with worrying over grades, something he actually stresses over very much. Another problem Alessandro has is that he keeps all of his negative emotions bottled up and at times they never get out. And sometimes they do through his creations, which is why he is such a perfectionist about them since he knows what they are expressing. He also is quite the adventurer and athlete; problem is whenever he gets injured. He just keeps in it and keeps going, which usually makes the injury much worse. He is also very persistent and stubborn, which has often leads to an illness at times since he’ll keep pushing himself no matter. Some can say that he is simply too stubborn for his own good, at times it is a good thing but at other times, “Your stubbornness will be the death of you, Alessandro”, which s a quote from his Mother, is quite fitting.

Alessandro is quite the nature boy, he loves nature. Whenever he transforms, which is actually ever night, he often stops just to feel the dirt and grass underneath his paws. Nature to him is everything, freedom and peace. It is something that has been there for him since he was a baby and keeps continuing to be there, in fact for him it something that never changes, which is why it is so comforting. Though Alessandro is not fearful of change, he is just not completely comfortable with it all the way, since it takes some time to get used to. It’s not to say that Alessandro is not quick on his feet, which he is. It is just when it is something big. Say that they were moving, it would be very difficult for him to get over. Alessandro definitely is not someone who you can consider materialistic. In fact, give him some paper and a pencil; he’ll be happy as a clam.

Alessandro is also the one that usually fixes everything. From broken chairs to broken cars, since he is simply intrigued by how things work. Often, if he’s not reading, writing, working or doing other things, he just might be doing something in the garage. He might be underneath a car fixing it or he just might be taking it apart just to see if he can fix it again. Alessandro has gotten into plenty of trouble for attempting to put back together several things, things like the computer and car motors. And though Alessandro may seem like a neat and clean guy, room-wise. He is not. His room is probably one of the messiest you’ll see, actually take that back. If he knows someone is coming over, then he’ll clean it up. Otherwise it usually is pretty mess and you probably would not be able to see your own feet, but that’s how Alessandro works, shockingly enough.
SPOT IN FAMILY Fifth Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 6th - 17
FAMILY
Riccardo Massimo de Luca - Father - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 45
Arianna Celestina Berlusconi - Mother - Lycanthrope - Lion - 44
Niccoló Raimondo de Luca - Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 1st - 23
Gabriele Lorenzo de Luca - Second Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 3rd - 20
*Leonardo Marco de Luca - Third Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Lion - 4th - 19
*Leandro Marino de Luca - Fourth Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Lion - 5th – 19
**Giorgio Floriano de Luca - Sixth Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 8th – 14
***Donotello Ciro de Luca - Seventh Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Lion - 14th – 6
Dante Antonio de Luca - Eighth Eldest Son - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 12th - 11
Allegra Celia de Luca - Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Lion - 2nd – 21
Eula Cosima de Luca - Second Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Lion - 7th - 16
**Gianna Fiorenza de Luca - Third Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 9th - 14
**Giacinta Fiorabla de Luca - Fourth Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 10th - 14
**Giada Fiore de Luca - Fifth Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Wolf - 11th - 14
****María de Luca - Sixth Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Lion - 13th - 7
****Marta de Luca - Seventh Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Lion - 14th - 7
***Domencia Cinzia de Luca - Sixth Eldest Daughter - Lycanthrope - Lion - 15th - 6
[various astrixes symbolize either twins, triplets, etc the same amount the names means that they are twins, triplets, etc the order they are in are in order of eldest to youngest of birth]
CLASS Upper-Class
HISTORY
On February 3rd Alessandro Raffaele de Luca was born to two proud parents, Riccardo and Arianna de Luca. But Alessandro was not the eldest. In fact, he had already five older siblings, which he thought was enough already. Little did he know that in the end, he would have sixteen siblings over-all. But luckily for them, they were upper-class and could afford such a large family. Life definitely was pretty chaotic, with so many twins, especially since most of them were identical minus the quadruplets and the fraternal twins, but some how everyone was able to manage; even now they are able to manage. You must be wondering what in the world did Riccardo do to be able to afford such a large home and so many kids without going broke? Well, Riccardo already had a gigantic saving set up for him by his Father and he got another gigantic inheritance from his Grandparents, lucky for him he came from a wealthy back-ground. Anyways now onto the main character of this little story, Alessandro.

Alessandro was the sixth child and was actually expected a lot from, despite his older siblings and his younger siblings. And he filled all those exceptions quite well, especially in the athletics department. He also was quite intelligent and very charming. He did everything he was told, quite willing to do, unlike the troublesome pranksters Leonardo and Leandro. He usually was the one who controlled them, quite successfully too. Actually, he seemed to be the perfect son, almost, for a politician. But one thing that seemed to be a big problem was that Alessandro loathed going to parties. He preferred being outside and running, along side nature. Alessandro simply was too much of a Wolf, one could say, for those types of parties. Especially since it meant he would be dressed up and looking nice. That was something he never had a problem with; it was just the stuffiness of the entire thing. He hated that. He was just someone who was meant for the outdoors, like a true wolf.

That was actually the one thing he and his father argued about, quite often too. Riccardo wanted at least one son to be a politician and it was already too late for some of the other ones but it was almost perfect timing for Alessandro. So Riccardo always attempted to pressure poor Alessandro, but it never seemed to work. Alessandro was someone who needed a thrill and also to feel the grass on his feet. He simply was too much of a wolf, which was something his father did not like. In fact, at times his father would scold him and say, “Alessandro, you are a man. Not a wolf. What must I do get you to follow my footsteps?” Despite the desperation he knew his father felt, Alessandro would not budge, still has not actually. Rarely did he ever fight with his parents, but this was something that even made his own parents fight. It was something he hated to see and so Alessandro was usually seen at those parties, despite his hatred for them. Once Alessandro turned eleven, a letter for an infamous, private, elite school, Vollmond Academy for the Gifted, sent him a letter. And his parents, especially his father in particular, were proud. They sent him there willingly and there were very little problems. Everything seemed perfect, that was until when he returned for break from Vollmond and went to France with the rest of the family for some political meeting his father was to attend. That was when Alessandro was informed he was going to transfer out of Vollmond and go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It was something he hated and did not want to do, especially since it would of have been his last year at Vollmond, but he is doing it since he knows what the out-come will be. A threat from his father saying that he’ll be disowned if he says otherwise and so now, Alessandro Raffaele de Luca is going to start out, all over again, at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE
Shrugging off his jacket and placing it on his chair, Alessandro snuck outside. He was quite sick of the party. No it was not the music or the food or the people. It was just too much for his taste. Too fake, too blah, too stuffy. He wanted to be back home in the backyard running around, but instead here he was in Paris, France along with his family. Some of the lucky ones, like the quadruplets, the twins, Dante, and Domencia, were back at the hotel with the nanny since they were too young. Oh how he wished he just walked away from his father when the two were arguing back at the hotel, but instead he saw the desperation in his mother’s eyes which made Alessandro compliant. Scowling slightly, Alessandro turned around and returned back into the room away from the fresh air that the balcony provided for him. As he returned, his father appeared with a big grin on his face exclaiming, Alessandro, Alessandro, I have big news! You shall be going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic instead of Vollmond Academy for the Gifted! Alessandro’s body froze as he heard this. Rather then screaming, which he was very tempted to do, Alessandro composed himself and replied in Italian, Il padre è il mio l'anno scorso a Vollmond, non desidero andare a Beauxbatons. Per favore, invia appena i gemelli quadrigemini o Dante. His father gave him a look that told him he would be going no matter what, which Alessandro returned with his own. And his Mother simply sighed. She had always been willing to support Alessandro, but she knew when not to argue with her husband and this, unfortunately, was one of them and Alessandro knew.

Alessandro, lei andrà all'Accademia di Beauxbatons di Magia. Non importa che sarà il suo l'anno scorso Vollmond. Lei farà questo. È per le ragioni politiche. Non discutere con me, Alessandro’s father said. Sighing, Alessandro spoke back attempting to convince his father otherwise, Il padre, è il mio l'anno scorso, il mio l'anno scorso. Comunque, se lei invia Dante o i gemelli quadrigemini che saranno lì più lungo. Sarà un impatto più grande, un Padre. Alessandro’s father exhaled deeply and he said, calmly yet sternly, Non discutere con me Alessandro. Lei andrà, se lei l'ama o non. Lei va, perché ci sono delle ragioni politiche dietro esso e lei sarà politico quando lei cresce. Così sarà il beneificial per lei, non Dante o i gemelli quadrigemini. Sono chiaro, Alessandro? His Mother gave him a sympathetic look, but said nothing as she left following her husband. Sighing, after the left, Alessandro muttered to himself, Always me…it always is me. Shaking his head, Alessandro returned back to the balcony. But he did, a French man, who Alessandro honestly did not know, spoke to him, Alessandro, I hear you shall be coming to Beauxbatons Academy! I graduated from there as a Rouerie, you shall like it. Trust me, do me proud Alessandro! Alessandro simply smiled and nodded, what else was he to do to a man he had no clue about, especially since he had been taught never to be rude to anyone.

Scowling, Alessandro turned back toward where the balcony was as the French man went away happily. Shaking his head he began to murmur once again, Why do I bother anymore… I might as well become a Politician, just like father wants. Sighing, Alessandro inhaled deeply as he finally reached his destination. He felt a bit calmer, probably because he was outside rather then inside where it was simply too much for him. After exhaling and inhaling, deeply, a few more times, Alessandro turned around and looked inside at the party. This was supposedly his birthplace. But Alessandro had always that it should be Niccoló’s, not his. Especially since Niccoló was the eldest one, unlike Alessandro. But Niccoló had to go off and become a rock star, it was his dream and he finally fulfilled it. But here was Alessandro unable to fulfill his since Niccoló was able to achieve his dream, but then again Alessandro really had no idea what he wished to be. He just knew a politician was not it. He knew he wanted to feel the grass and be apart of nature. Or perhaps do something like his brother and use his talents, like painting and playing the piano. But then again, Alessandro felt one musician was enough for the family. There was no need for him to compete with his older brother; he already knew his older brother was much better at him like Alessandro was much better at almost every sport. But Alessandro knew that he needed a dream if he was to ever be free from this politician dream his father had for him.
TRANSLATIONS
Father it is my last year at Vollmond, I do not wish to go to Beauxbatons. Please, just send the quadruplets or Dante.

Alessandro, you will be going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It does not matter that it will be your last year Vollmond. You will do this. It is for political reasons. Do not argue with me.

Father, it is my last year, my last year. However, if you send Dante or the quadruplets they'll be there longer. It will be a bigger impact, Father.

Do not argue with me Alessandro. You will be going, whether you like it or not. You are going, because there are political reasons behind it and you will be a politician when you grow-up. So it will be beneificial for you, not Dante or Quadruplets. Am I clear, Alessandro?[/font]

I will sort you, though you must keep in mind that you are not allowed to GMod (to play two characters at once such as you and your father)! It must be Cossu!

[aurora]

NAME, aurora eos de bargolo dranias
NICKNAMES, aura, rory, rawr, rain, rani, ana, ani, an, light, dawn, sun, sunny, sunshine.
AGE, seventeen
BIRTHDAY, january 21st
ETHNICITY, greek and italian
LANGUAGES, greek, english, italian, spanish, french, romanian.
HOMETOWN, zakynthos, greece. One of the seven islands. One of the ionian islands.
BLOOD, pure-blood, lycanthrope, werewolf.
FORMS, wolf, red-tailed hawk
LIKES, moon, sugar, sweets, chocolate, baked goods, baking, running, soccer, swimming, transforming, writing, singing, dancing, kick-boxing, history, science, alone time, working-out, challenges, books, concerts, music, playing instruments, being unique, stars, mythology, ocean, swimming, surfing, rock climbing, diving, sports, skateboarding, all seasons, photography, painting, sketching, animals, freedom, night, naps, lilies, orchids, cooking, baking, small crowds, thinking, philosophies, life, sarcasm, having fun, being herself, nature, rain, feeling warm sand in between her toes, stuffed animals, manga, cartoons, anime, muggle things, disney, amusement parks, thrill, adrenaline, studying, school, researching, magic, poetry, having a brain, food, caffeine, gore, laughing, smiling, mixed martial arts, boat rides, cars, motorcycles, fixing things, speed, being goofy, culture, art, history, fairy tales, badminton, tennis, pulling pranks etc.
DISLIKES, authority, stupidity, being bored, not able to find muse, mornings, being woken-up in the middle of a nap, idiocy, cleaning-up, when things go wrong, spiders, cockroaches, clowns, man-wh*res, flirts, traitors, liars, racism, being deprived of sugar, being deprived of caffeine, being deprived of sleep, know-it-alls, show-offs, sl*ts, wh*res, b***hes, the norm, conforming, fashion, people obsessing over celebrities, stress, people worrying too much, magazines, gossip, girly girls, whiners, repetition, concept some boys have that women are weak, flavorless foods, talking about her emotions, loosing, being sick, not being given her space, nightmares, being touched when she does not know someone unless its fighting, failing, someone constantly pesters her with questions, over-rated things, over-spoken things, stereotypes, judging people, natural disasters, not finishing things, bugs in general, irrationality, assumptions, hypocrites, etc.
PERSONALITY, aurora definitely is not your typical girl. In fact you can say she’s one of the most difficult and stubborn girls you’ll ever come across. She also has a bit of a mouth on her, so that does not really help her at all. She also is quite blunt and honest. She is also very opinionated and is not afraid to argue with someone over things like that. But once you get past all those so-called “nasty” qualities, you’ll see that rory is actually pretty sweet and protective gal; IF she let’s you see this side of her of course. She usually does try to keep people away, but that is only because she has difficulty trusting people; especially since recently she got turned into a were. But once she trusts you, she’ll love you forever and ever. Unless you betray her trust, and then that is when all hell gets loose. If you thought she was nasty, without knowing you, you’ll probably think of her as the devil once you betray her trust. So many hellish things will happen from pranks to a few secrets some how slipping out, if it gets bad enough which it rarely does because rory hates to betray people unless she feels that it is justice but even then she feels bad. But besides all that, rory is actually quite an interesting girl who just happens to be a mixture of a lot of things. She is actually very smart and very athletic. She also happens to be quite the adventurer, as well. She has an curiosity that seems to never get filled, despite her many adventures. Usually aurora will be off going on an adventure in search for something to fill her muse and whenever she finds it, she tries to fill her muse by drawing or writing or whatever she happens to feel like doing. And whenever she does not complete it, she will go out of her way to complete it, no matter what. Since she loathes it whenever something is uncompleted, because it means she did not try her best and that is something she always does no matter what.

Along with her dedicated and stubborn personality, there is a lot more to rory, still. She actually still wants her prince charming to come and save, shocking, right? Of course, since aurora is that independent and individualistic stubborn girl who’ll kick your ass if you even suggested that, which she will since this is suppose to be a little secret. (shhh, or she’ll kill me. Xp) so i guess you can say that her independent personality is almost like a mirage. It is but it isn’t. It is since she actually is wanting someone to depend on, someone like a prince charming. While at the same time it isn’t since she tends to do things on her own and without anyone’s help, despite them offering to help. Though aurora is very bookish and slightly nerdy, aurora definitely loves creative things. She thrives not only off of things that give her a rush, but also things like photography and music. She also dances, has been since she was three years old. She also sings and paints, but a lot of these not that many people know about since she keeps it to herself. An advantage rory has when it comes to her pieces are that she’s very observant and pays attention to detail, which helps a lot. She’s someone who is actually pretty reserved about many of her talents, since she loathes it when people show-off. It also takes a lot for rory to show her things off, because she is so uncertain about them not being good enough to show off. Aurora definitely is not your traditional anything. Though she definitely adores tradition, for historical accuracy, but otherwise she hates it when it thrown in her direction unless its for creative pieces. But rory definitely hates it when people try to make her into a “traditional female”. She’ll rip them about and bite them down to size if anyone tries that. Though rory seems to be like a tomboy with her adventurous and athletic ways, she actually is slightly girly. Sometimes, depending on the situation she’ll wear some make-up and dress nice. But usually you’ll see her wearing whatever she grabbed from the top shelf of her drawers. She definitely is not a materialistic girl, in fact she always considers someone’s personality when she meets people first. Sure, at first she’ll be slightly snarky and mean, but in the end, if she likes them enough, she’ll become her sweet and spontaneous self. Aurora’s usually the one who’ll suggest to throw a party randomly, if she gets bored enough, for no apparent reason. And if not that, she’ll randomly drag a friend off and do something just to entertain herself. She is someone who will never stay at one place for long, unless she feels it is absolutely necessary. There’s a lot more to aurora eos dranias, but for now that’s all you get to know since some stuff should left for the world to figure out on their own.
HISTORY, the dranias family history goes back to ancient times, when rome and greece were rivals. In fact, this is where it all starts. Long ago, two different clans (dranias and de bargolo), one roman (de bargolo) and one greek (dranias), battled against each other for land when rome briefly took over one of the ionian islands, zakynthos. Both clans were lycans, one foxes (de bargolo) and the other hawks (dranias). The fighting went on for many months, but the foxes (dranias) left the island but swore to return. After many months of rome holding onto the island, greece finally returned back, along with the dranias family. The fight went on for many months, but this time the dranias and greece were the victors. And that thought to be the end of the de bargolo family for the dranias, but they thought wrong.

Many, many centuries later a daughter of the de bargolo family ( kallisto ) and a son of the dranias family ( ares ) fell in love. And though their parents spoke against it, they wed. No this is not some romeo and juliet sap story, actually it is far from it because these two were much smarter then them. Rather then faking their deaths, they simply left. They were happy together and nothing would ruin it for them. After many years of marriage and no contact to either side of the family, the family finally accepted the marriage, much to their dismay. And so the two returned to greece rather then italy, since the two had been in italy while for the time. And once they returned to greece, they happily announced that triplet boys were on the way. Both families were over-joyed, now they had more of a reason to be accepting. But it did not mean that they weren’t a few altercations here and there, but overall the families were accepting. And several years later, another son was born, another year from that another set of twins were born, yet again they were boys. It made kallisto a bit sad that she had not had a daughter yet, but ares was over-joyed. He had sons, since in his family there were many girls rather then boys.

After a few years past, kallisto was pregnant again. But this time, it was a girl. Kallisto was over-joyed, she finally had a daughter. And finally when she was born on january 21st, when the sun was rising, every-one was over-joyed. Kallisto and ares named her aurora eos de bargolo dranias, aurora and eos were the greek and roman goddess for light and sun which was when she was born but also the very thing in both parents heart. As aurora grew-up, she was sheltered, which was something she hated. She did everything everyone wanted but at the same time, she put limits to it. But after some time, aurora grew away from the willing-to-do-everything-but-my-limit and simply argued with her parents, not really since she was daddy’s little princess, and got her way, which is why she was able to rock-climb, go diving, and things like that.

After aurora got her letter to μετασχηματισμός του ζωικού σχολείου μαγικού,
Which literally translates to transforming animals school of magic. Aurora was over-joyed since it meant she was going to the same school as her brothers! But that also meant that she would be going to school with werewolves, animagus, and lycanthropes. This little information frighten both parents very much, since it meant that the school would be a little bit more difficult then regular schools, since it was specifically for wizards and witches who already had the gift to transform into an animal. And after a little convincing from rory, she was allowed to go.

Life there was good for several years, that was until last year. Reminder, when i said it was for wizards and witches who have the gift to transform which includes weres? Well, unfortunately, rory met up with a werewolf and ended up biten. Now she is a lycan-were. She hates it, but she is slowly learning to accept it. But at first she was ready to murder the guy, instead he was just sent else where since it was against the rules to bite any students, unless it was in a duel but even then you had to be VERY careful. And so she returned home, not wanting to go back to the school. After becoming a slightly bitter girl, rory avoided all contact with several people which included her family. But as soon as she became accepting of it all, she was willing to go to a new school for a fresh start and that was when beauxbatons academy of magic came up. And so after a letter was sent with her grades, which were only os and es, to madame maxime and a letter came back with her acceptance aurora eos dranias became a bit more accepting. If another school was willing to accept her, despite her little situation, it could not possibly be that bad. And so, here aurora eos de bargolo dranias is, ready for a fresh start from it all.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE, A scowl almost instantly appeared as her brother attempted to talk to her. Without much thought, Aurora slapped the oak door while snarling, Leave me alone Dem! Storming back into the corner where a bean bag chair was, Rory heard one of her brother's sigh as he left. She hated this all. She hated life. She hated weres. She hated the moon, especially the full moon. She just wanted the whole world to go down in flames, maybe then she would have some peace. But even then she was absolutely certain one of her brothers would find a way to bug her, unfortunately. The scowl never faded as she continued to glare, it almost was like she was attempting to burn a hole into the wall with her eyes had she heat vision and fortunately she did not. Slowly, Aurora shifted from the bean bag chair that was against the wall and plopped down onto a bed. She knew this was not her room, but she did not care. Whoever’s room it was will be having to deal with this grumpy were-lycan, but she figured it was a guest room since it did not seem familiar at all. As she began to draw random things, with her fingers, against the wall, another one of her brothers knocked on the door attempting to coax her out of the room with rock-climbing, which happened to be one of her favorite sports. But instead of feeling happy about the idea, another growl escaped, Get lost, Ari! And yet again, another sigh escaped another brother as he walked away.

Usually Rory would of grabbed the chance, but not this time. Her getting bitten by that jerk face Ambrosio ruined her life, forever. Now at ever full stinking moon, she was forced to change into a wolf. Sure she was able to keep her Hawk form, but it still was horrible for her. She loved the thrill of flight at night, but now she had a night stolen from her. It did not matter that Ambrosio supposedly loved her, he stole something from her. She would back him pay, it was a promise she intended to keep. And any ways, had he truly loved her he would of not argued with her so much and messed with. But then again her brothers had said that boys tended to do that with girls they liked. But it did not matter. That was not love, at least not in Aurora’s eyes. Arguing and bickering meant enemies, especially since now he ruined her life it meant enemies for life. As her mind began to flood her with memories of the nonstop arguments the two had, her hand slowly balled into a fist and her eyes began to fill with hate. Growling Rory punched the crème white wall, He’ll pay… If I ever see his ugly face again… I swear, that *sshole will pay; I swear to the Gods i’ll rip his face off and make him suffer. He will pay. Sure, that sounded a bit violent and hostile, but no one stole a night of freedom Aurora. No one.

Closing her eyes tightly, Rory curled up into a ball and she began to mutter, Stupid *sshole…you had to just steal a day from you… Didn’t you… I swear to the Gods…you’ll pay… As Aurora stayed curled up in a small ball on the light-blue bed, she continued to repeat to herself the same words, again and again. She did not hate Ambrosio de Luca, but now she did. Really, before Rory got bitten by him she had originally thought him slightly cute and adorable with an irritating personality. But now, all she felt for him was absolute hatred. And if she did ever see his face again, well, hell for him from her. With each passing day the idea became that much more pleasurable, but she knew she would not do anything other then beat the crap out of him. She knew she could not really torture. Sure, she wanted to. But she could never do anything like that to another being, no matter what. It just was not like her; despite the fact that a day of freedom and flight was stolen and was replaced with a day of pain. But oh how she wanted to send him on the river of Styx and send him off to Tartarus. But she knew it was impossible for her, simply impossible. So she was just stuck here, moping around. It was absolutely pitiful and it was something she loathed more then anything.[/font]

Make sure to use sentence case, I modified some of them but be careful when you are RPing unless you want RP Mods to send you remarks about it. It must be... Cossu!

[selena]

selene dianthe argyros

[/color][/b] A giggle escaped the brunette girl as her brother attempted to sooth the girl’s nerves. As the boy beckoned for a smile from her, Selene finally broke and smiled for her brother, It will be better, I know it Xan. I mean, we’re now in France. What could be better then that? An eyebrow rose from her brother, but he said nothing. But Selene knew better. She knew how her brother felt about going to Beauxbatons, he had always felt that it was some chick’s school. But he was willing to come, because of Selene. He had always been willing to do anything for her and that was something that she was always forever grateful for.

When Helios grabbed the luggage he said, Come on, we better go and get sorted. Nodding, Selene grabbed her own luggage and followed her brother out. Biting her lower lip, Selene murmured to herself, It’s going to be okay… It will be. Turning his head around, Helios looked at his sister while she murmured to herself and said something, but Selene did not hear. She was too busy murmuring to herself, but when Helios repeated himself, Selene shook her head and said, Huh? Could you repeat yourself Xan? Shaking his head, he chuckled and said, I just said chill out Sel, you’re worrying about nothing. You’ll be fine. I’ll be fine, even though this is a frigging chick school. I mean, I don’t mind being surrounded by chicks but I rather be at a school where the class will difficult and harsh, like Durmstrang! Or better yet, Vollmond! But no, I’m here at some easy going school cause of you. So, it will be okay, if not i’ll make! As her brother continued to ramble, Selene giggled and shook her head, Okay, okay! I get it Xan! Come on, we better go and get sorted! With a small grin on her face, Selene went with her brother happily. Being unable to wait for the sorting to happen, Selene shifted around once she got onto the carriage which took them to the castle. While she looked around with fascination, Selene was even more nervous.

Helios simply chuckled and that made Selene turn around with a curious look on his face. When he shook his head, Selene looked away and returned back to being shifty as ever. Finally the carriage reached the castle and once they did Helios teased Selene, Wow Sel, I’m surprised you made it all the way here. I thought you would of jumped out of the carriage and ran off ahead with the way you were shifting around. Instantly Selene turned bright red, almost like a tomato. Chuckling some more, Helios walked ahead and Selene followed. As they entered the castle, a look of awe and wonder appeared on her face. The castle was absolutely breath-taking, for Selene. As she continued to look around, she never noticed that they had ended up at the Dining Chamber where Madam Maxime was holding out the Sorting Cloak. Once she noticed all the eyes, a quiet squeak escaped Selene. Helios yet again chuckled. And all Selene could do was walk faster and hide, the best she could, behind Helios, which made him laugh even more. Selene loathed having people look at her, unless they were her friends and all these people were unknown to her which made her feel horribly uncomfortable. And so when they finally came to a halt, Selene never noticed cause she attempted to hide and put all of her energy and effort into that. But once she bumped into her brother’s back, she knew they came to a stop. A few chuckles escaped from near by student who the incident, which made Selene turn even more a brighter shade of red. Oh boy, this was simply a wonderful way to start out for Selene Dianthe Argyros, especially since she would be one of the first people sorted because her last name just had to start with an ‘a’.
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Same as above, don't forget to use the sentence case, Selene seems to have qualities from both Rouerie and Cossu... but she tends to be more of a Rouerie.

[helios]

helios alexandros argyros

[/b] xan, sun, alex, andi, xander.
age: seventeen
birthdate: february 5th
ethnicity: greek
blood: pure-blood, demonic-blood.
powers: pyrokinesis, aerokinesis, speed.
fighting styles: fencing, boxing, mixed martial arts.
family: kalliope lysandra xanthis { audiokinesis/sonokinesis, speed, psychokinesis }, phobos orion argyros { pyrokinesis, cyrokinesis, aerokinesis }, selene dianthe argyros { audiokinesis/sonokinesis, cyrokinesis, psychokinesis }
personality: sad as this may sound, xan is very cynical. he tries to be an optimist, like his sister but it seems almost impossible to him. but a lot like his sister, he is very intelligent, bookish, and creative. but unlike his sister, he is very sarcastic and mean, towards people he does not like and sometimes towards people he does not even know. another thing xan is, unlike his sister, is that he an adventurer. he loves nature and enjoys looking for things to sketch/paint/draw/etc/photograph. he never knew why, but whenever he is around nature xan feels at peace. though he seems to be very unlike his sister, so far, xan actually is a lot like her in many different ways. they both are actually pretty generous, just xan is only generous to those who he likes. he also is actually very kind and caring, unfortunately only those who he trust see this; or if they see him with his younger sister. xan is also extremely protective over his sister and tries to keep her from harm at all costs, except when she does not bother to tell him when she’s doing something or when something is happening to her. and whenever selene does this to him, it angers him but he can never stay mad at selene for long since he loves her too much; which actually goes the same for a lot of other people. though the amount of people he trusts is very limited, he still is actually very kind toward girls. perhaps it is because of the bullying he saw his sister go through or the way his mum raised him, but whatever it is. he always tries to be a gentleman towards females, except when they are bullying his sister then all bets are off. another similarity between him and his sister would be that they both are pretty goofy and silly, but that’s around people they have befriend and trust. they both are also very spontaneous. but unlike his sister, he is not socially awkward and socially indebt, he just prefers not to socialize much and when he does he only talks with people he actually likes. if he dislikes them even slightly, they are off his list. this is because he’s seen his sister get hurt too much that he does not want to hurt people, but also he does not want to get hurt as well because he feels he has to protect his sister at least and so that means he must be strong.

xan is an interesting mixture of compassion and detachment. though he shows more detachment then compassion, compassion is the one that exists more deep inside his heart. this is another that his sister has influenced him with, feeling and acting this way. another thing xan is quite talented at is acting. one of the few people who actually know what or how he is truly feeling would be his best friends and selene, but those people are few. so whenever people talk to him, he is very capable of masking his true emotions. though it seems like he is a block of nothing at times with a heart of nothing, he actually is feeling something. he just uses his art to express it. something xan is, is dedicated. he also is very determined and stubborn. but he is mainly dedicated and stubborn, especially when it comes to finishing his art pieces. but also with meeting his times, since he is a runner. he also tries his best whenever he’s off fixing his motorcycle and especially when he’s cooking, though only his sister and a few people know this little secret. though xan acts like he is independent, which he is for the most part, he actually does need someone to talk to other then selene. though he loves selene very much, he feels it is absolutely unnecessary to stress her with his problems. and unfortunately he ends up attached to that person, something he hates very much. though xan may seem like an emotionless brute, he actually has a lot of emotions. he just happens to be very good at masking it all. another thing he is quite good at is making people smile, when he wants to. and if he likes you enough, he’ll go out of his way to see laughter and smile on your face always.
history: on february 5th, fraternal twins were born. their names were helios alexandros argyros and selene dianthe argyros. both parents, kalliope and phobos argyros, could not be any happier. helios and selene were best of friends growing up, despite the obvious differences the two had. but any ways, enough about selene and onto helios. helios definitely showed the “tough, older brother” personality very well, especially whenever selene got in trouble or was being bullied. but unlike selene, he was a bit more controlled. it seemed almost like a gift that he was able to mask his emotions so well and so easily. but also with his sharp tongue, that seemed to keep people away. so rarely did helios ever get hurt, except when he saw his sister get hurt. but one thing that even hurt more, was when one of his best friends talked about his little sister. though it was secretly, it managed to get helios since some people decided helios deserved to know. once helios found out, it hurt him. it hurt him beyond what words could describe, everyone knew how much selene meant to him yet here was his supposed best friend talking about how weird selene was. this just fed the fire that was inside of helios. after the friendship between him and the boy ended, he become much more protective of selene and much more wary of people. some people thought it was sad, especially his mother, that a boy so young could be so cynical. but he always simply shrugged as if the pain people felt for him meant nothing, but it actually did hurt him. in fact, only selene knew that pain since she was the only one he told things like this to. that was until, after he found about the pain that selene was going through but never told him. and after he found out her excuse, which was, “you were hurting enough, i did not want to have you hurting any more…you’re my brother xan”, he decided against telling the worst of his problems unless he felt like talking to her about it.

once he and selene got their letter to daimôn academy for the gifted, he was over-joyed. no more hiding his powers, he could finally use them! and that he did. helios excelled at all of his classes, just like selene. except for him, no one attempted to bully him. they all knew that the boy had several weapons, weapons he was not afraid of using, unlike his little sister. and so there were no bullies for him, but that was not the same for selene and that was something he already knew. and almost immediately, he found ways of protecting her. but once he found out that a group of kids had actually threaten and bullied her, to an even worse extent then the muggle kids, helios stood up to them and they stopped. but that was only for the time being. the bullies started all over again, but it was without helios’ knowing. and selene had never told him. in fact, he never even found out until selene got bullied so bad that she was not able to pass it off as some injury that happened from falling from a broom or something like that. and once he found out, he was about ready to murder. but he did nothing, because selene actually had asked him not to do anything and so those kids only suffered expulsion and helios had always thought they deserved worse. but once they were taken out, helios actually felt content. he knew that his sister would be safe and okay since he knew that his parents meant to home-school them until selene was ready, this was something he had actually agreed to despite having friends at daimôn academy. and so neither twin left each other and they still have not left each other, despite being accepted to beauxbatons academy of magic; a school helios felt was simply too girly in comparison to daimôn academy. but he willing is going since he wants to protect his sister and now he is hoping for the best, despite what his mind is telling him.
role-play sample Helios bit his lower lip as he debated whether or not it would be okay to leave Selene alone in the room. Though he really did want to see the people on the train, since they would be his schoolmates, he stayed. Helios actually chided himself for even considering leaving his sister all alone. And so, he simply stared out at the window. As the images sped on by, a quiet bored sigh escaped Helios. He just continued to stare at the images, until he heard Selene speak, You know, you can leave and look around Xan. I know you want to, I’ll be arlight alone. It is not like anyone will be coming in here to bother me or anything. I promise, I’ll be okay Xan. Helios began to chew his lower lip as he debated, in his mind, whether or not he should since he did get his sister’s okay. Shaking his head, he simply smiled in her direction, looking away from the window and at her, It’s okay. Sure I want to see their faces, but we’ll get to see them later. When we get sorted. And almost instantly laughter escaped Helios as he saw his sister’s reaction. Shaking his head, he tilted his head sideways and said, It won’t be that bad Sel, the Headmistress will just put a cloak on us and we’ll get sorted into whatever house we fit in the most. It will be a lot like Daimôn Academy’s sorting. Once again Selene’s eyes popped out and a frown appeared while laughter escaped Helios. It was simply too amusing for him, but then again it had always been amusing. Smiling faintly, his gaze turned to the window once again. As silence filled the room, another sigh escaped the dark haired boy. Biting his lower lip, he slowly and cautiously asked, Are you sure Sel…? Would you mind being alone for some time? I promise it’ll be brief, we’re almost there at the school any ways. I mean, if you don’t want me to, I won’t go. But if you don’t mind… He hated doing this to his sister, he always wished he could be there for her. But he knew that was impossible. He already knew at some point he had to let go of his sister and hand her over to some guy, who’d hopefully treat her right.

But for now, he was going to protect her, whenever he could at all costs. He had already failed his sister twice, no more especially not here. He was going to make sure that his sister would be able to enjoy Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. As he began thinking all of this over, Selene turned to him and gave him a smile and a nod. Another okay. Chewing on his lower lip, he got up slowly and said, I promise I’ll be back, kay? I promise I’ll be back by the time the train comes to a stop, I just want to look around. His sister’s smile never faded while she laughed and said, Go already! Shessh Xan, I’m a big girl! I’m seventeen, remember? It was very reassuring, but still. He felt uncomfortable leaving his sister alone. But with her saying that, he sort of felt that she’d be okay. And either way, he did say he was going to come back pretty soon. So it could not possibly be that bad, could it? Well, there was only one way to find out. And while making up his mind, Helios got up and left. But before he closed the door he said, I promise I’ll be back soon Sel-[/color] Before he could even continue his sister got up and shooed him out, Go already! You’re wasting time Xan, remember you promised me that you’d come back when the train stops! That’ll be in five minutes or so, so go already! Shaking his head, Helios left while saying, Alright, alright…I’m leaving! That definitely was reassuring, especially since it was Selene who teased rather then him.

As he began walking around the train, taking a peek into the rooms that had their doors open. He noticed a few faces, some seemed slightly familiar while others he felt he had no recognition of. Helios continued to walk down the train’s corridors and while he did this he noticed how multi-cultural Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was going to be. But he also noticed the different bloods he had past. It made him feel slightly antsy but at the same time excited. He was used to being around Muggles, Demons, and different Witches and Wizards. Yet there were Werewolves, Lycanthropes, Vampires, and so much more. This will be very interesting…, Helios thought. Helios was no racist, but he definitely was intrigued by all the different blood types and cultures. It meant, possibly, there would be a few more Greeks. So far, he had yet to meet any, unfortunately. Stopping mid-way, Helios looked down to his wrist and noticed that his time was nearly up and so he walked back to the room where Selene was supposed to be. And almost instantly, he became worried. What if Selene was not there? What if she was being bullied? What if… There were too many of those and he had not even been on the campus yet. But once he saw his sister, once he opened the door. A sigh of relief escaped him, quietly. Smiling faintly he walked toward his luggage and said to his sister, We better get our luggage now, the train will be stopping soon. So far, it did not seem that bad. It was just his mind that was messing with him, that was it. But unfortunately, he could not help it. Hopefully he’d be able to get rid of his worried mentality soon.[/size][/ul][/font]

It must be Cossu!

[dai]

//dafydd cledwyn gwygan.

nicknames; dai, daffy duck, drummer boy, ed, eddie eryr.
Name means;
Dafydd – beloved
Cledwyn – rough, fair, holy, white.
Gwygan – great warrior
Age&&birthday; seventeen&&january 23rd
Blood; pure-blood, lycanthropy
Transformation; golden eagle
Ethnicity; welsh
Languages; welsh, english, celtic, french, and gaelic.
Personality;
Intelligent – he definitely is a very intelligent boy, in fact all he usually needs to do is listen to lecture or read a book to pick things up. And there are more things that show that he is actually quite brainy, despite his laid-back and goofy attitude. One of many would be his witty and clever remarks, but sometimes those remarks a bit painful since dai is very honest, close to being blunt really, and tends to be sarcastic often. He also definitely is seen with at least one book at hand, where ever he goes.
Creative – dai loves his mind whenever it works creatively but at the same time, he hates it. Since sometimes it works against him rather then for him, but overall he loves it. Since it means the thing that he has in the end is what he made, things like songs and music pieces. But he also enjoys it because it means that in the end somehow he is putting a part of himself into the future. He also enjoys it since he is then able to express himself, since he has a lot of difficulty talking about how he feels.
Stubborn – it seems like everyone in his family is head-strong as a mule, besides his sisters and mum. But definitely, all the males of the gwygan are stubborn as mules. It seems to be a big part of their dna. But dai is usually stubborn when it comes to nuturing someone back to health or finishing an assignment. And he’s especially stubborn when it comes to his beliefs, but usually his stubbornness only comes out when he’s trying to finish or take care of someone.
Nurturing – shocking as this may sound, dai is actually a very nuturing guy. He definitely protected his sisters, but also he took care of them whenever they got ill. He also is very protective and loyal towards any of his friends. And he does not really care that some guys will mock him for this, in fact he’ll just shrug and reply back, “if i’m being mocked for taking care of a loved one, so be it. I will not shove them aside just because they are ill” or something to that extent. Basically, anyone who dai loves will be cared for no matter what.
Goofy – whenever he’s around people, especially his sisters, dai is goofy as ever. He’ll make funny faces and do the most random things, especially when he sees someone down. He’ll even do that to some complete stranger, odd as that may be. Dai is someone who just wants to see everyone happy, no matter what.
Temperamental – dai is a very patient and calm guy, but if anyone hurts anyone he cares for he’ll be a snarling beast. Usually he is sweet and kind, but when he sees any one get bullied or hurt it truly hurts him. He always found it to be disgusting whenever people were bullied for the stupidest things.
Flirty – shockingly, dai is slightly flirty. But he’s only like that with the girls he finds very attractive or he likes. He rarely will ever flirt with a girl he does not find either of those, since he feels that it is cruel to mess with someone’s emotions that way. He is someone who definitely is loyal to any person he loves, especially if it’s a girl. And despite his flirty personality he is actually searching for that one girl.
History;
On a chilly winter night on january 23rd dafydd cledwyn gwygan was born. He was the eldest of nine siblings, six girls and three boys. Life was good for dai as he grew-up, he enjoyed transforming at will and everything. It was, well, perfect. Sure there often were little arguments about what belonged to who and little bickering moments but overall dai actually enjoyed having a lot of siblings. It was their little clan, basically. It was all great, until another clan appeared. This time it was an actual clan, unlike the gwygan family. The perfection that once existed disappeared almost instantly, especially since the other clan were a bit more aggressive and had no problem with revealing themselves to the muggles, despite magical law. In fact in the other clan there were several boys who especially enjoyed messing with muggles and would random transform at night just to frighten them. Dai never participated in those activities, actually no one from the gwygan family did. And because of those boys, the gwygan family would never be the same.

The family had to actually move, luckily they were never caught, but they knew they had to leave before they were suspected of being a part of any of it. Especially since the boys were often seen hanging around gwygan children. And the reason why the gwygan family moved was because the boys finally were caught. The entire story was not really told to the gwygan family since they were not apart of the other clan, but bits and pieces ended up being heard. And each bit and piece ended up revealing that one of the boys had been caught transforming. And immediately the gwygan family packed and fled away from welsh, not willing to be caught by anyone, and went to scotland.

After several years of being in scotland the gwygan family was finally able to return home, in fact everyone besides a few of the girls supported returning. They all missed the place they called home. Fortunately, everyone was able to transfer away from hogwarts and onto ynys môn academy of magic. The transfer was difficult for some, especially for some of the boys since the boys at ynys môn were boys who descended from vikings. And it was quite obvious with their brutality which unfortunately one of the younger boys suffered from. And once it reached dai, he put an end to it. But in the process of putting an end to the bullying, one of the bullies ended up blind in one eye while dai ended up with a deep scar in his shoulder. That lead to an expulsion from ynys môn academy of magic. Though catrin, his mother, and emyr, his father, were disappointed they also were quite proud. And so they helped dai search for a new school, which his younger siblings wished to follow him to but dai did not allow it since he felt he should be the only one punished. And so beauxbatons academy of was founded, by catrin, and a letter was sent to the headmistress. Once dai was accepted, he left immediately especially since he wanted to finish school so that he could return home to his family.
Role-play sample;
A snarl escaped the brunette boy as formed a fist with his hand and aimed for the stomach of the opposing boy. Once his fist hit its target, Dai growled into his ear, No one, I mean no one, hurts my brothers. Am I clear? The fight continued on with more snarls and growls from both sides, punches and kicks were thrown towards each other. And unfortunately, magic was also used. As a spell was yelled towards Dai’s direction, Dai turned around and punched the fellow in the nose. But now his back was vulnerable, which he did think much about since it was simply going off of instinct. So when a spell was directed at his back, an agonizing scream ripped through the halls. But rather then giving up, Dai turned around. Slowly closing his eyes he exhaled slowly. Dai began to feel a tingling sensation as the transformation began. Had anyone blinked they would have missed Dai’s body turning from human into a Golden Eagle. And once his transformation finished, Dai’s eyes snapped open. Now the battle would begin, sure the searing pain was still there but he pushed that all away. It did not matter. What mattered was the end of his younger brother’s pain. No more would these bullies harm his brother again, and hopefully no one else as well.

A battle cry, or really a caw, escaped Dai as he soared up to the ceiling of the empty hallways. Looking down at the group with his keen eyes, who stood there amazed, Dai searched for the leader. It is that seventh year student, the red headed one, Dai reminded himself. Soon enough Dai’s eyes found him. The boy was in the middle of the entire group. Another screech escaped as Dai dove down, sharp talons ready to tear and shred. Once he landed on his prey, Dai began to claw and scratch, not caring what he tore at. As he continued to claw and tear, someone else tried to throw a spell in his direction but with the assistance of his hearing, he was able to avoid it. And once again he swooped towards the red hair. Again he tore and scratched at whatever flesh his talons landed on. With each scratch he thought, You. Will. Never. Harm. My. Brother. Again. NEVER! Yet again another kid tried to harm him and once again his hearing came to the rescue.

As he flew away, a dark haired, female professor came rushing in screaming, DDIGON! Arhosa yn cwffio! The fighting continued until a spell from her direction came. It was sparks, not painful ones, but ones to catch people’s attention, which was successful. The fighting slowly came to a halt, but unfortunately several people were hurt. The professor had come a bit too late. The leader of the little gang was all scratched up and was bleeding. Immediately the Professor made Hefeydd, Dai’s younger brother who was being bullied, take him. And Dai noticed the frighten look that appeared as Hefeydd’s face as he slowly shook his head no, which angered the professor, NO!? Chymer 'i at 'r fag s swydd , AWRON! Dai continued to watch his brother while he winced and murmured, Do, Athro Alaw… Before his brother left, Dai screeched no. He did not want his brother, who had been harmed by the man, taking him away to safety.

Heyefdd looked at his brother with fear and once again, Dai screeched. But this the Professor scowled and screeched, Heyefdd , CER AWRON! Dafydd , D I LAWR ‘MA! Frighten even more, Heyefdd left to the nurses office with the red haired boy limping along side him. Had Dai been in human form, a scowl with of been on his face, but since he was not he simply flew down to the Professor. Rather then transforming back to human form, Dai simply stayed in his animal form, especially since he did not have any spare clothes on him. And that was when the pain truly hit him, but rather then showing any pain, Dai simply stayed on the ledge near Professor Lily. Lily ordered the rest of the boys to go to office and once they all left she said to Dai in English, Go and get changed Dafydd, and meet me in my office. We need to talk, now. As the professor left, Dai flew toward the Heula Common Room.

translations
DDIGON! Arhosa yn cwffio! - ENOUGH! Stop fighting!
NO!? Chymer 'i at 'r fag s swydd , AWRON! - NO!? Take him to the nurse's office, NOW!
Do, Athro Alaw… - Yes, Professor Lily...
Heyefdd , CER AWRON! Dafydd , D I LAWR ‘MA - Heyefdd, GO NOW! Dafydd, COME DOWN HERE!
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Same as above, please use the sentence case when RPing. It must be Rouerie.

[pandapple57]

First Name: Victoria Lucia

Last Name: Rogue

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Mika and Marie Rogue met on a cold winter night in their tiny city in Italy. Both very young and from pure blood vampiric families, it seemed like the best thing to keep within what they had always known, and settle down together. One of the very few and fortunate vampiric couples that were able to have children as well as have their family become very well adapted to day light. Mika and Marie decided to start a family and after a few years had their first 4 children, 3 boys: Lorenzo, Ranaldo, and Milo and one girl: Romanna. In October of 1992 they had their second daughter, Victorianna Lucia Rogue, but Victoria as a nickname. Victoria grew up in a mansion out in the country of Italy with all of her family, becoming more and more interested in how her family came to be. Keeping her distance from her brothers, Victoria grew up somewhat lonely, as her parents never spent much time with her, only on holidays and when they were around, which wasn’t for often or for very long. Her brothers never noticed this since they were always gone themselves, except when her sister would stay and spend time with her. While most of her siblings were married by her age and had made lives for themselves, Victoria didn’t want that so soon thinking that is was incredibly stupid. Instead she wanted to travel and see as much of the world as she could. So, by that summer, she discussed making plans to visit France and go to school instead of marry off and do what everyone else did. She wanted to learn more about magic like her father had. This was incredibly dissapproved of by her father, seeing as there would be others besides their own kind there, breeds and bloods he didn’t want around any member of his family. This was something that Victoria never agreed with him on and what has kept them from speaking.

Personality: With a mind like a whip and a sharp mouth to match, Victoria isn’t someone that likes to be messed with. Keeping things short and to the point, she sugar coats nothing. You ask her something, raw and direct opinionated answers is what you’ll get. Like her mouth, Victoria has a sharp mind, always working and always helping her. Most would never call her a naïve girl, especially when she can sense a liar and a cheat from a mile away. This contributes easily for her need to get anything, or just the need to get anyone back for try to trick her in any way. As any child who has ever grown up alone and practically raised themselves, Victoria is stubborn in asking for help in anything, including emotional problems. Keeping things bottled up and repressed is one her traits, and it has never failed her in the past. She has a very hard time letting people into her life let alone her mind. Now, just because she has a hard time doing so, doesn’t mean that she can’t.

While being a “loner” keeps her from meeting new people, boys in particular, Victoria can be quite the flirt when her hearts in it. Like any girl her age, she falls into crushes quickly and swiftly, and attempts to keep them going. Unlike her family, she doesn’t want to settle down and marry just yet. She has always like to leave her options open, giving herself chances to experience life before she makes choice that will change her forever. However, if she ever finds someone that could be the one, she’d try hard. Relationships, serious relationships do enter the back of her mind only to be pushed aside after a while by a new book. And unlike her family, she’s happily willing to give a boy of any species a chance. Hey, vampires need love too.

Usually, people like to think that vampires aren’t very friendly, or humorous. But Victoria herself disproves that theory. Like I said, just because Victoria has trouble letting people in and showing her soft side, doesn’t mean she can’t. Victoria loves to make jokes when she can, act like a complete and utter clown and always enjoys a good party. She likes people, but it gets kind of hard to make friends when they’re all focused on the fact that you have fangs sticking out of your mouth. So sometimes, her jokes are pretty limited. Now with any type of humor comes responsibility and they need to be serious, so when it comes to grades Victoria has is all covered and down. Give Victoria a book to read, notes to study or a question to answer and she’ll give it her all. Smarts runs in her family so she has no problem with that. All in all, Victoria is a smart, sweet, friendly at times; blunt, straight-forward, flirty, loner/Vampire. A weird mix, but it works.

Sample RP: “So Victoria, what do think it’ll be like there?” Romanna Rogue asked her younger sister, watching a pair of shoes float across the room. “I dunno, but I hope it’ll be as much fun as it sounded like.” Victoria said, gathering more clothes from her closet and placing them inside her trunk. She walked over to her vanity and began piling things inside her other bag. “Hopefully there are more vampires there so you’ll have someone to talk to” Romanna said. “Rom, I’m sure even without vampires, I’ll have someone to talk to.” Victoria replied. “I swear, sometimes your just like dad thinking that ONLY vampires rule the world.” She said, scoffing at her sister and picking a hair jewel off of the floor. “Whatever. So anyway, what’s the story behind the school? Any particular reason you want to go there instead of the school here?” Romanna asked, taking a shoe from the trunk and slipping it on. “I just like it better okay. It’s further away from you.” Victoria said teasingly, grabbing the shoe back and tossing it in the trunk. “Oh haha very funny, you are just sooooooo hilarious.” Romanna said, getting up to leave. “You better hurry, you heard mom just now its dinner time, which is my third most favorite time of the day.” Romanna said, “Wait, what are the other two times?” Victoria asked, stepping into her bathroom and slipping a pair of shorts on and a tshirt in place of her skirt and blouse. “When I get to see Montego and when I get to sleep.” Romanna said simply and dissappeared down the hall.

When the two sisters got downstairs and entered the dining room, they saw that the table was only set up for three people instead of seven. “Where are the others?” Romanna asked. “Your brothers aren’t here for the weekend and your father has already eaten and is up in his study” their mother, Marie, said, bustling around and filling everyone’s bowls. Romanna and Victoria exchanged glances and Victoria hung her head. Ever since she decided to leave, their father had refused to come down and spend what little time he had with his family if Victoria would be there, and instead locked himself up in his study. Victoria knew that he just didn’t approve of her attending a school where there were other people besides vampires. When it came to prejudices, her father was the first to admit he had them. At first they just didn’t talk about it, but soon it came that they just didn’t talk at all.

As everyone said down for dinner, Marie sighed heavily and looked at Victoria. “Are you all packed and ready to go? We leave tomorrow as soon as we get everything arranged.” She asked, picking up her spoon but not using it. “Yes ma’am. I’ve packed just about everything; I’ll be ready by tomorrow.” Victoria said, looking at her mother. “That’s perfect. We’ll be able to leave with no hassle then.” She said, and she began eating. Victoria sighed and glanced outside, forgetting all about dinner and instead began thinking of what her school would be like.

It must be Sournois!

[rtr32597]

First Name:Renessme

Last Name: Rae

Age:15

Appearance:

History: Renessme‘s parents fell in love at a young age. After a year together Daniella and John had a baby together. They thought that they could handle the family life. Life wasn’t exactly easy for renessme when she was in her toddler years. Her parents always wanted to leave. Life was much easier with her aunt. Every once in a blue moon Renessme would see her parents, but it wasn’t your typical “family relation.” By the time she was 11, she got her letter for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It was a huge shock considering the fact that her parents and her aunt Carlie forgot to mention she was a pure blood witch.

Personality: Renessme is a very out going person, She loves to speak her mind. She is a really bright girl. Some people take her as a total b*tch when they first meet her. But once they get to know her they get where she is coming from. She has a lot of trust issues from everything she has been through. Love; Renessme is the type who loves to have a close and personal relationship. She takes breakups really hard and can’t stand to lose anyone. Anger; She has anger problems, and it bothers her. Happy; Renessme is a happy person most of the time. She is really happy when she gets to be at the beach and watch the waves. Sad; when she is sad she will not talk to anyone. She shuts her self away and sulks for days. Renesme loves to draw and be creative.She is always sketching in her note book, and asking for peoples thoughts on her work.

Sample RP: Renessme was sitting on the beach playing with a stick in the sand. Her aunt Carlie came and sat down beside her. “Renessme...” “Yes aunt Carlie?” “Never mind.” “Ok.” “Be back at the house before dinner.” “Ok.” After her aunt left she sat there thinking to her self.” Why is my life so confusing?” First I am sitting here and I can pick up sand just by looking at it then I am told that I am a witch……Ahhh!!! Can my life get any crazier?” Renessme sat there for a few more minutes then got up and walked home. On her way home she ran into her friend Rae Rae. They talked for a few minutes then went there ways.

Carlie was in the kitchen when Renessme got home. Renessme didn’t even stop to say hello. She went strait to her room.”Renessme Temperance get down here!!!!” ……”Yes?” “You need to do your chores.”” Ok.”Later that night while eating supper the phone rang. Carlie went to get the phone while Renessme cleaned off the table and did the dishes. When she was done she over heard her aunt telling the person on the phone that she would set up the guest bedroom for them and that she could not wait to see them. That night Renessme went to sleep. She never did ask who Carlie was talking to on the phone earlier.

The next day Renessme woke up and realized that today was her aunt Carlie’s birthday and she had not bought her anything yet. She got up took a quick shower and grabbed her money. Carlie was not up yet so Renessme decided that she would not wake her. She ran out of the house and went to the town general store. They didn’t have mush but she found the cutest little notebook that her aunt would love and bought it. When she got home her aunt was in the kitchen cooking. “Where were you?” “I….I.....I had to go get something from the store for school.” ”Ok…but next time leave a note or something so I know where you are.”

Renessme was in her room when a car pulled up in the drive. She staid in her room and continued to read her book. Finally she went down to the living room to see who had arrived. All she saw was a tall man....and a shorter skinner built woman. She then realized who these people are. These people were her parents….she had not seen them since she was 10. They had been all the way in Britain where she was born. “Renessme dear.” “Mother!” “How are you my darling?” “Fine I have missed you so much!” “I miss you too my love.” After everyone had talked and settled in Renessme and her mother went to the beach. They walked for a few hours and talked about how much they missed each other and what had went on since they last seen each other. When they got home that night Daniella and John told Renessme they needed to talk to her. In her room they all sat down and talked. John told Renessme that” He was sorry for leaving her and that he always loved her.” And Daniella told her “They were sorry for not telling her that she was a pure blood witch.”

Must be Cossu!

[farren]

Fahrenheit Trinity Falon

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Nickname: Farren
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Farren has flowing golden locks that reach past her shoulders. Her hair is something that she takes pride in, but she’ll never let anyone know that. She hates it when people think she is a girly-girl. Farren’s facial features include most of the time blemish free attributes, hazel eyes, small lips and a really straight nose that holds a piercing!

Farren style of clothiing is as unique as her personailty. She may look like she just woke up and put on whatever she saw first, but she takes a great deal of time to decide on what to wear. Farren loves to make an entrance and moreover, an exit, it's the thrill of shocking the people that gives her a rush. Farren likes to wear anything but schoo uniforms, she'll wear cowboy boots with fishnets, daisy dukes, and a gorgeous top. Her style is unqiue and she loves to change it up everyday, if she must wear a uniform, she'll be sure to throw a fit and then rearrange the uniform to meet her unqiue personality.

History: Fahrenheit Trinity Falon was born on a cool crisp November afternoon to parents, Nathaniel and Odette Falon. Everything was on time and nothing but the word perfect could be used to describe it. Odette was healthy and so was the unnamed infant living and thriving inside Odette, so Odette opted for a home birth, one which was such a spectacular event that has been passed down through both her and her husband’s generations.

As the time came for Odette to push, Odette felt the familiar surge of heat that she had been feeling the past nine months she had been carrying her child. She giggled, although in so much critical pain. Odette looked to her baffled husband who was holding her hand and raised a curious eyebrow. Odette just laughed more and felt the warmth of her body as a present. She knew it only from her child, as a gift, something her child was trying to say, ”Don’t forget me.” Odette always interpreted it to be that sort of sign from the unborn infant. Then as she pushed once last time, she felt a tear slide down her glass like features. She knew she would never feel that feeling from within again.

Nathaniel let go of the weeping Odette and retrieved their newborn child and brought her to show his beautiful wife and to congratulate her for doing such a wonderful job. As Nathaniel gently took the swaddled baby from the housewife, he looked deep into the baby’s eyes. He was shocked that she opened them, but then again he heard rumors that he did the same when he was first born. Nathaniel let a small smile play carefully onto his lips; he didn’t want to frighten his newborn daughter. Nathaniel walked ever so gently with the baby to Odette. She was still weeping and held her arms out for the baby. Nathaniel placed the baby into her arms and kissed Odette’s forehead. ”She looks just like you.” He whispered.

Odette peered into the newborn’s flawless face and was envious of her. The infant hadn’t a care in the world. She hadn’t anything to stress over or anything negative in her life yet. And Odette wondered what would happen if she were reborn. ”Fahrenheit. That’s what we shall call her.” Odette whispered just audible enough that Nathaniel could hear her from where he was standing. Nathaniel smiled and didn’t say a word, he just nodded. He liked the name and it fit the infant. Nathaniel turned his back for a second to grab a glass of ice water for Odette; he knew she would be thirsty. When he turned around he noticed that Odette was no longer moving. He started to shout her name and the housewife came to take the baby. ”Odette?! ODETTE! You were doing so well, come back!”Nathaniel screamed and screamed. The housewife came back to assist Nathaniel and check on Odette. She checked her pulse and her vitals. Odette was no longer breathing, and the nurse didn’t know how to tell Nathaniel. So she tried to perform CPR, that didn’t work and so she had to do the inevitable. She told Nathaniel and Nathaniel just walked away.

As the years went on, Nathaniel told Farren that her mother died during childbirth and never got the chance to see Farren. Farren didn’t particularly like this considering her father also told her that she was half demon and half witch. She had every memory from her birth and she remembered it clear as day, although she didn’t want to. Mainly because her father blamed Farren for the death of Odette and that Farren was a troublemaker. But that’s what demons are supposed to do right? And she’d thought her papa would be super happy about that! But no, he was extremely angry and disappointed with Farren.

Which only made Farren want to do more bad things, it started out with simple things such as: shoplifting, using her last name as a ticket for everything, since her family, the Falons, is one of the mafias in southern France, and then it became more than that. Farren started to just beat up on people for no reason at all and this made her feel powerful, the more people feared her, the more she was in charge. Then when she turned fifteen she found out that she had a few powers that came with her being a demon, she could levitate, she could throw fire and she could be invisible for small amounts of time. The more she practiced her powers, the better she became.

Once her father, who by this time had drank himself and his sorrows away, had found out that Farren was behaving like a spoiled brat, he decided to treat her like a witch. ”It’s time you learn how to be a witch. You’re mother was an excellent witch, do your mother proud and learn the trade!” Nathaniel had bellowed at Farren and the next thing she knew, she was on a train to Beauxbatons’ Academy of Magic.

Personality: Farren is type A personality, if she wants something done, she will order someone else to do it for her. Farren is lazy in the sense of school work and hates professors of any kind, she will back talk anyone she comes across and she is snarky, sarcastic, rude, mean, gets whatever she wants, walks all over you, and will have whomever she wants, even if that means a staff members. Farren will eat you alive if you let her, so better watch yourself. Farren hates the popular girls and willl use anyone who lets her. Farren likes to try and cut the popular girls' hair off and torture them. It's just in her system and she gets high off of doing those evil acts. She keeps her eyes on the prize and if you fall victim to her plans, well good luck trying to persuade yourself out of it.

Sample RP:
Farren casually strolled in through her giant foyer and headed for the stairs that led to the east wing which would eventually get her to her grand room. She gently tiptoed through foyer and through hall that passed the open living room. She glanced in and saw smoke floating up in the air, her father was home early. This was a surprise; normally he was at the pub drinking until 2 am or later. Farren hurried her pace, although this didn’t help much, she was caught. ”Fahrenheit Trinity Falon! You get your arse in here now!” Her father screamed from behind, what she figured the newspaper.

Farren took out the nose ring and shoved it into her shorts’ pocket and hoped that he wouldn’t notice the small hole that rested just above her left nostril. ”Leave it in.” Farren rolled her eyes and wondered if he had telepathy or something. Farren let out a loud groan and stomped her feet into the living room and the strong scent of the cigar filled her nostrils. All Farren wanted to do was go upstairs and drink her vodka and go to that party at Venny’s later. Farren plopped down on the sofa in front of her dad who was indeed reading the paper and smoking a cigar and looked at him. ”What?” Farren grumbled angrily at her father.

”We need to discuss your behavior. You have been out of control and there’s only one place for you. Beauxbatons, pack your bags. You leave tonight.” Nathaniel sternly spoke to his daughter. Farren started to protest but was cut off by her father’s binding powers. He had his powers hold her mouth shut, but his hands were firmly placed by his side. Farren glared at him in shock and wondered how he could use his power on her, so she did the next shocking thing ever. She spit fire on him and burnt his tie to pieces. This upset her father even more and next thing she knew, she was being carried down into the basement cellar and the door slammed in her face. ”Don’t think about using your powers, they are no use down here.” Nathaniel bellowed. Nathaniel marched upstairs and gathered a few necessities that Farren would need when she went to Beauxbatons.

Nathaniel frowned as he packed his daughter’s trunk; he tried to give his daughter everything. He even tried to give her a chance to pack her own trunk. But she had to go and make it difficult for the both of them and now she gets little of the luxuries that she is used to. Nathaniel was done packing and decided to add a photo of Odette for Farren to look at when times at Beauxbatons get rough. He hopes that that would help. Nathaniel carried the truck downstairs and called for the staff to bring Farren up to the main level of the house. ”I will escort you to the train station immediately. There will be a few other members of the mafia here to assist me, no funny business.” Nathaniel spoke hard to his daughter.

Farren just blinked, she knew if she said something to her father that she would have a whole bunch of different powers throw at her. So she just nodded and followed her father, she took one last glance at her palace in which she grew up in and frowned. She would not give up that easily. She would give hell to Beauxbatons and all that lived and worked there. Farren felt small amounts of fire light up in her hands and she laughed an evil maniacal laugh.


She’s Your Triple Threat, With her Daddy’s Money to Bail her Out !

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It must be Sournois.

[dante]

First Name:
Dante

Last Name:
Williams

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:
here

History:
Dante grew up in a rich neighborhood. He lived there for the first few years of his life. Everything was good. His parents were happy, he was happy, and everything just seemed, well for lack of a better word, perfect. He didn't exactly get what he wanted like all the other kids in the neighborhood, so Dante was never spoiled per say, but he did have an almighty type look on people who didn't live the way he did, and that was thanks to his mother. She would have her 'girlfriends' over from around the neighborhood, and they would discuss how awful the people were that lived outside their neighborhood, and growing up that way Dante began to believe that they were a higher class than the other people, but it wasn't until their perfect little life began to fall apart did his look on everything change.

Dante's father lost his job, and became severely depressed. His mother was harboring a secret that Dante was dying to find out, and everything just came crashing down on their family. Dante's mother was still working her job, and was making good money, but as hard as he would try his father could not seem to find another job so to try to get rid of the feeling of being depressed he took up drinking, but that didn't help it any it just made the feeling worse. So every night the man would come home drunk. At first there was never any physical violence just a lot of yelling, and those were the times Dante would stay up in his room with his head under his blankets. He tried turning his stereo up, but it only made his father angrier and caused him to go up stairs and yell at Dante to turn it down.

After a couple of months like this Dante was tired of hearing the yelling. He had just turned fifteen, and hated seeing his mother getting treated like she was nothing but a piece of trash. This day Dante and his mother had just sat down to eat, and his father walked into the room. It was another yelling match between his mother and father, and Dante just sat there listening to it all trying to block it out, but something in him snapped and he stood up from his seat and tried his best to calm his father down, but it turned out to be a failed attempt because the man got so angry his face turned a bright red color, and that was the last thing Dante remembered before he woke up in the hospital.
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After that day his mother kicked his father out, and they lived in their house together. Dante didn't talk to his mother much, maybe in passing, but he never held a complete conversation with her. He didn't want to know what was going on with her, and she wasn't going to know what was going on with him. He became much quieter, and stayed up in his room most of the time. Then one day his mother wanted to talk to him. He had completely forgotten about that secret he had heard her talking about one day, and had completely forgotten his goal in life was to try and figure it out, but little did he know that she was about to confess this secret to him.

Dante sat across from his mother in their living room, and she began explaining to the boy that she was a witch. Dante didn't make a move, and there was no emotions on his face. He sat there listening to every word she said about her parents, and where she went to school, and she even showed him her wand. She explained to him that she wanted him to do what it was he wanted to do, and handed him a letter from a magical school. It was then that Dante realized he wanted to leave his mothers house, and get out on his own, and the best way to do that was to go to this school, and eventually get a job in someway that had to do with his wizarding life, and that's just what he was going to do. Dante packed his bags, and was heading off to a new chapter in his life.

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Personality:
It's hard to describe Dante in just a few words. He's a boy with a complex personality that's layered. The first layer is that layer that everyone sees. This layer is that of a boy that is always smiling and happy. He'll talk to anyone, and everyone unless they give him a legitimate reason not to. Dante doesn't judge people. That isn't his job, but if someone shows that they do not want to talk to him he won't pursue it any further. The next layer is the one that could easily shine through. It's the flirtatious side of him. Dante is obviously more of a lover than a fighter, and it shows. He likes to flirt and have fun, but he never takes it overboard.

The next layer is a layer filled with anger, hate, and frustration. It's so many emotions wrapped up in one little package. Dante doesn't let this side of him show when he's around people. The only time it comes out is when he is completely alone, and he has to be sure that he is completely alone. Most of the pent up anger and frustration is from the way he grew up. He has tried to get rid of it, but that had proven to be much more difficult than he thought it would be. He has his fathers attitude, and that scares him more than anything else in the world.

Dante turns to the camera when it gets harder and harder to hide that layer of him. He had always been interested in photography and music, but he never learned how to play an instrument. Photography was much easier for him. He had taught himself how to take pictures, and to make them look good. He has a talent, but wont admit it. He's a very modest kid, and taking pictures helps keep him in good spirits. It's a way of expressing how he feels without expressing it in words, and it keeps from hurting the people around him.

Overall Dante is a complex person, but it doesn't take another complex person to get to know him. If someone would take the time to sit down, and talk to him they would learn enough about him to be able to have a friendship with him. Dante cherishes friendships, and doesn't take them for granted, but avoids them at all costs because of that hidden layer in his personality. Who knows if one day he's with someone and everything just explodes. He doesn't know and neither does anyone else, and that is one thing if not the main thing he is trying to avoid.

Sample RP:
The rain fell down onto his head as he closed his eyes. Dante loved the rain, and that hadn't changed since he came to this school. He stood outside of the castle and let the rain soak his clothes and his hair. The best time to stand out in the rain was when the weather was warm because it made the rain feel so much better. The air was sticky, and the drops of water were cold. Dante smiled and stretched out his arms. He was soaked the minute that he walked out the doors, and he was sure that he was going to be sick in the morning but it was worth it for the moment. Keeping his eyes closed Dante dropped his arms back down to his sides, and opened his eyes enough to see where the nearest tree was. Spotting it Dante ran towards it and took shelter under it from the rain.

The boy wiped his face of as best he could with his arm, but with it being just as wet it didn't do much good. The rain was still coming down as hard as ever, and the worst place to be in a storm? Yeah, under a tree, but to Dante's luck there had been no signs of lightning or even thunder since the rain had started. Looking around the grounds he saw that he wasn't the only one that liked being out in the rain. There was a few other people that were out there some were throwing ball back and forth, and yelling at each other trying to talk through the pounding of the rain on their bodies, and another couple of girls that were jumping in puddles. He smiled as he watched them jump into one and start laughing. It was amazing to him how these people could have fun in such different ways. People intrigued him.

At that moment Dante wished he was able to have his camera out here. It was the perfect picture oppurtunity and he was missing it. His eyes scaled up the castle to the window he believed was his room. There were so many windows outside the castl that it was hard to be sure. After a second he turned his attention back to the rain, and decided that it was time for him to go in and get changed. As much as he would have enjoyed to stay out there and 'play' in the rain a little bit longer he couldn't afford to get sick since he had classes in the morning. So brathing deep Dante held his breath, and ran towards the doors of the school. With one last look out at the rain Dante opened up the doors and walked inside.[/i][/blockquote][/size]

It must be... Cossu!

[sweetdisposition]

First name: Evelyn Cathérine
Last name: Laurént
Nickname: Evie
Age: sixteen years old
Appearance: Evie is very petite and a classic beauty. She has very pale skin, but milky and smooth all over, and slender. She has a clear complexion. Her heart shaped face is adorned with enormous prominent clear blue eyes with a million inky lashes, delicate bird’s-wings eyebrows, a cute, pert nose, and these lovely full pink lips, with a dainty little cupid’s bow shape. Her cheeks are slightly rosy. She looks very china-doll like, very delicate. Her hair is long, silky and shiny looking, and an impossibly rich dark chocolate colour. She is a classically trained ballerina, and looks the part. Also, she loves to wear skinny jeans in monochromatic colours (navy, grey, black, white), soft cashmere cardigans, pretty shirts, and has many pairs of ballet flats in various colours. Although graceful and poised while dancing, otherwise she is very clumsy. Evie is a Muggle-born.

Family:
Lily Evan Laurént, née Smithweiss, mother
Georges Frederik Laurént, father
Emilie Sophie Laurént, younger sister

History:
Evie was born to Lily Smithweiss and Georges Laurént on May 5th, 1994, making her a Taurus on the astrological chart.
Lily Smithweiss was born in London, England to a posh, wealthy family who did not want their little girl to grow up 'uncultured', so they sent her off to a fancy all girls boarding school in the south of France. Here, she did what many young girls did at boarding school: learned to dance, to balance books on her head, and to have perfect penmanship. Lily was very, very beautiful, and when she and the other girls would go into town many boys would stare and ask her to walk with them. But all of her classy acquired skills would have no use when she met Georges Laurént, a local boy who worked at the millinery where she and her friends would go often. He was very shy but had a crush on her, as most boys did. But still, he was different, mostly because Lily liked him back.
One day she left her address on a slip of paper and handed it to him as she left, and he found the courage to write her a letter. They continued to write back and forth until Lily graduated. They lost correspondence for two years, when Lily had to move back to London at her family's request, before she could say goodbye or give Georges a new address to write her at. Then, several months later, Lily accompanied her family to a benefit where the guest speaker was from Marseille. It was Georges, who had decided he loved Lily so much that he worked very hard to be successful and make a name of himself so that he could be reunited with her one day. And of course, he was.
The Laurénts lived in Marseille, France. Their two daughters, Evie and Emilie, were everything to Lily and Georges. Emilie was two years younger than Evie. However, Evie was different than the rest of her family. She soon began to realise that she had magical powers, and very strong ones at that. Whenever she would try to tell someone, they would simply laugh it off, Evie being a very imaginative and creative child, they thought she was just playing games.
However when Evie and Emilie were young a horrible event happened. Death Eaters had heard of Evie and were after her, not wanting any Muggle-borns in that region of France. However, because the Laurents were a Muggle family, the Death Eaters were not familiar with them. Instead of Evie, Emilie was killed. This sent the entire family into a downward spiral. Georges became more involved in his work, Lily would sit alone all day and not see anyone, and Evie became withdrawn in school and among her friends. Evie cried and cried for months, but after a while, she didn't cry anymore. From that point on, Evie did not cry unless the event was especially upsetting.

Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: ballet, her parents, watercolor painting, Jean-Paul Sartre, Ludwig Wittgenstein, Marseille, cashmere cardigans, bouillabaisse, blueberries, quiet time, bare feet, speaking French, ice hockey, black and white photographs, vinyl LPs, vintage anything, Victorian windowpanes, deep thoughts, history, playing piano
Dislikes: prejudice, apathy, static electricity, blokes who douse themselves in cologne, arrogance, disloyalty, bad music, power struggles, loud talkers

Personality:
Evie is very much a Taurus, her astrological sign, in that she is both strong and silent, passionate and passive, and troubles do not affect her. This is also a deeply rooted affect of experiencing her sister's death at such a young age. Evie is quite shy, except when she has known someone for a while and feels comfortable around them. She has very strong convictions, and when she believes in someone or something, she is very enthusiastic about it. Nobody can make Evie change her mind if she doesn't want to. However, sometimes this characteristic comes off as Evie being stubborn, which she can be at times. She is also very intelligent and clumsy.
Evie is also the type of person to bottle up her emotions. She doesn't like letting people know what's going on inside of her, and is a very private person in that respect. This links to her shyness. However, while she may sometimes open up her personality, her emotions remain locked forever, or so it seems. Evie is also a deeply dreamy and artistic person. She is a ballerina, a painter, a pianist, and also keeps a diary. She loves to watercolor paint, as well as read philosophy books and think. She would be happy to spend the entire day with nothing but a paintbrush, a book, a canvas, her toe shoes, and perhaps a piano. She is very artistic and is often found lost in thought. Evie could think and think for hours, and she loves solitary time. She can also often be found with her nose in a book, and loves libraries.
Being very beautiful, Evie attracts a fair share of admirers, just as her mother did. However, she is quite oblivious to it all, and doesn't think of herself as very pretty at all. She hates mirrors, except for those in her ballet studio. Evie would prefer people focus on her talents rather than her physical appearance, and is forever striving for her painting, dance, and intellect to supersede how people view her.
Evie is fluent in French, English, Dutch, and Swedish. Evie's favourite books are The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Looking for Alaska by John Green, Nausea by Jean Paul Sartre, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus by Ludwig Wittgenstein and A Separate Peace by John Knowles. Her favourite Muggle school subjects are English, Art, and History. Her favourite quotation is: "He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. 'Come down!' they cried to him. 'Come down! Come down!' Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence while they waited for Kafta to speak. 'I can't,' he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. 'Why?' they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. 'Because then you'll stop asking for me'" (A History of Love, Nicole Krauss).

Sample RP:
Evie and her parents were at the country house for several days, Lily and Georges thinking the fresh air would be good for Evie. Recently, she had been introverting again and they were worried. So, Evie bundled up against the chill and her parents sent her out for a walk in the orchards surrounding their countryside property.
Dragging her booted feet in the powdery snow, Evie thought of her little sister. Whenever her death crept into Evie's thoughts, she felt her heart pull downwards into her legs, weighing them down heavily. This guilt and sadness and pain, it was a lot to bare, especially for a sixteen year old girl. Emilie dying changed everything about Evie's life. It was such an unforgettable, unrelatable, heavy heart-hurt inside of her. Evie titled her chin all the way up, and the sky was a pure grey, the whole horizon a misty all-encircling cloud. Beyond that, the stars and planet, the sun. After that, the universe and beyond, she didn't know. Whenever she felt sad about Emilie, she tried to think about the immenseness of the universe and beyond. Today, it wasn't working. Maybe it was the weather, or the cold, or her recent isolation from her parents.
Evie especially hated leaving the Marseille flat during the winter. Although rather large, even for a flat, it was cozier in the colder months. The country house's Provençal airiness was comfortable and familiar in the heat of the summer, when it was helpful. But in the winter, it allowed the cold to seep in at night, between the walls and between the people in the house. Lily and Georges were only helping this formal, stiff feeling between them and Evie. It was unusual, as they were normally friendly and loving.
Evie reached into her peacoat pocket and pulled out her cell phone, checking the calendar function. It was January 20th. Ah, this was it. Evie was flabbergasted and ashamed that she hadn't remembered, especially since she had been thinking of Emilie just before. In three days it be eight years to the day. Her parents were slipping into their annual depression, only too happy to pull Evie down with them. She voluntarily did, normally.
She arrived back up at the house and ran up to the studio, stopping in her room to pick up her toe shoes. Evie shed her boots, hat, scarf, and coat outside the door, slipping the enormous antique key into the lock, turning it left until she heard the click.
The room was much the same as she had left it, the floor to ceiling mirrors shining, the polished barre, and the wooden paneled floor worn smooth from all of her dancing. She traced her finger along the barre, a slight bit of dust residue on her index finger.
She walked back and locked the door behind her. She always, always, always locked the door behind her. But it wasn't as if anyone would come in anyways. It was 2 o' clock on a Thursday and Evie was about to dance.
Dancing was a time where she was unguarded, emotional, and comfortable being herself. She could both defy herself and be the best possible her simultaneously, and Evie was not about to share that moment with anybody. If there were words to describe her emotions when dancing, well, there were much like what one of Evie's favourite philosophers said. "Things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical" (Tractatus, Wittgenstein, 6.522).
And really, mystical and magical, what was the difference these days in Evie's life. Everyone called their true triumphs, their most proud moments "magical". But Evie was magical. So where did that leave her accomplishments? Mystical.
Outside it was winter, winter, winter. Snow edged the windowpanes and blanketed the ground in powdered sugar drifts. Off in the distance neighboring houses looked like the ceramic sculptures Evie's mother, Lily, put out at Christmastime. Little houses shrouded in snow, with carriages and people exchanging presents. But it wasn't Christmastime now. It was Dancingtime. Evie laced up her toe shoes.
The mystic began and there was no way to stop it. Evie loved the feeling of her body gliding and turning and creating some sort of beauty, so elegant and so simple. Her arms reached, her legs flew, and her muscles pulled and worked to move to the music. She spun and followed the tempo. Leapt and spun. Turned, twisted, collapsed, convulsed, sprung, kicked. Evie jumped, feeling the air and space around her rush downward and then quickly up as she fell. Always falling, falling, falling, and wondering if she would stop in time.

I think Cossu will do for you.

[mollysomerhalder]

First Name: Poppy
Last Name: Thorton
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:
Poppy is tall, but incredibly frail and delicate looking. She has long, wavy blonde hair that goes to her hips and electric blue eyes that have been said to "shine" when she is excited or angry. Her lips are full, and constantly painted a bright red to match with her name. She would never be seen with her hair up, because she despises her ears, and will never go anywhere without her lipstick. Her head is constantly held high, nose in the air and a haughty expression on her face. She will always be seen with a sneer or a smirk, and very rarely smiles in the presence of others.
History: Poppy was born in Norway on December third, into a proud and prejudiced pureblood family. Her mother was a socialite, and trained Poppy from the start to be as aristocratic and classy as she. Her father was a lawyer, working with many high status clients and, in turn, getting them connections into the inner workings of the pureblood community. Her parents were constantly attending a party of some sort, leaving Poppy at home with the house elves. The young girl never minded, taking it as an opportunity to to whatever she couldn't do around her parents.

The summer she turned sixteen, her parent picked up their belongings and moved to France, where her father had received a much better job. While this wasn't exactly ideal for Poppy, she didn't mind too much, mainly because she didn't have many close friends in Norway. Having learned French and English from a young age, she quickly adapted, and will be starting her first term and sixth year in Beauxbatons.
Personality: Poppy is a carbon copy of her mother - rude, vain, and prejudiced. While she won't outright bully a muggleborn, she won't be kind to them, either. She looks down upon people who are "beneath" her - which is basically everyone. However, once you get past her hardened exterior she's actually quite sweet, and a loyal friend to those lucky enough to befriend her. She would never stab anyone in the back - unless, of course, they've done something to deserve it.
Sample RP:
"Mother," Poppy's voice called across the foyer of the manor, her clipped Norwegian accent giving the words an even harsher sound than they normally would have. "Where did you put my new school robes? You better not have put them in one of the crowded suitcases, because there is no way I'm starting a new school with wrinkles robes." oh, the horror. She would be an instant social pariah if sh showed up to Beauxbatons with a single hair out of place. Even though school was months away, she had already began fussing, making sure she was going to make the best impression possible on her future minions.

Poppy was used to being Queen Bee, and there was no doubt in her mind that that would be the position she held at her new school. It was in her blood. She was her mother's child, through and through. Ambitious, bloodthirsty, and absolutely destined to be on top. What kind of pureblood would she be if she wasn't? Not a very good one, that was for sure, and all Poppy's goal had been since she was ten years old was to be the best pureblooded daughter to her parents that she could be. The witch wanted to be someone that they could be proud of, someone that they could look at with love and admiration. And she would be damned if she was going to let anyone push her around.

When her mother didn't answer, the blonde huffed, assuming that they would know better than to put silk in a cramped suitcase. Besides, if it didn't look right, she could always get her mother to fix it up. Either that or make enough of a fuss to get her parents to buy her a new pair. Yes, it would be a little bit over-the-top, but they would deserve it for being so idiotic as to put brand new designer robes somewhere where they would get ruined. People with bad sense deserved to be punished.

Thinking of the robes reminded her of the fact that she was going to a new school, and Poppy felt her stomach drop a little. As much as she hated to admit it, she was scared out of her wits. What if people didn't respect her? What if they didn't look up to her, or fear her, or admire her? What would she do if she showed up to school, and all people saw her as was a joke? It wasn't likely, but still, the possibility remained that she might get to Beauxbatons and be transported from Queen Bee to social reject. There was no way she could let that happen. Poppy Thorton was way to pretty to be anything less than the best.

Her game plan was simple - first, make an entrance. On her first night, she had to look good, damn good. Then she would have to befriend the popular girls. This was essential if she wanted to snag a place of authority in the school. Next, she would have to start to show the other girls who was boss. Push their buttons, make them see that she was superior. After that, the school would be hers.

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had no idea what was coming.

Careful on not making her way too "perfect" or "mean". It must be Sournois.

[freyr a-n eriksson ♧]

where are we ?
^{WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON ?}

nikolina yana delyan-radomir
^{THE DUST HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN TO FORM CROP CIRCLES IN THE CARPET}

“You want me tied up
Bound forever in love
Your plans for me are made
Got a life to give as set in stone
But until you change, I'm leavin' you alone
You've been beggin' me to stay
But still you refuse to change your ways
I don't wanna be your valentine
And I won't ever bow to you
All your words, I still see through
The only one stuck on you is you, my valentine
You want me to believe you
Bound forever in lies
Don't think I can't see
Through your sugar-coated eyes
You can see the real me seein' through your lies”

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spin me ‘round again
^{AND RUB MY EYES, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING}

NICKNAMES: Niko, Nikol, Nikki, Lina, Nina, Ana, An, Anie.
AGE && BIRTHDAY: Sixteen && February 17th
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Student
PLAY-BY: Nina Dobrev

when busy streets, amass
^{WITH PEOPLE WOULD STOP TO HOLD THEIR HEADS HEAVY}

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie, Oak Wood, 12 ½ inches “strong and rigid, very powerful”
PERSONALITY: Niko is, in one word, a rebel. She loathes being defined as a Delyan or a Radomir, which is a name that tends to say something to the populace. She believes very strongly that a person should be viewed on their own achievements instead of their social standing. She is the type of person who rebels mostly for the sake of rebelling, and not actually because she cares about the thing she is setting herself against. Rebellion, to her, is the only way to establish her independence, and she is fiercely attached to the idea that no one can control her. She would sacrifice anything to keep a firm hold on her own freedom, because rules and regulations seem suffocating and horribly unjust to her. Defying standards gives her a sense of satisfaction and completion, because in her home life, she doesn’t really have any type of hold on her independence. At home, she is forcibly boxed into conformity, which she loathes with a passion.

Another reason for her frequent bouts of defiance is her unquenchable thirst to stir up trouble. She has a quiet sense of what makes people tick, understanding the layers of their personality with surprising ease, and uses that innate talent to her advantage. She even recognizes traits and flaws in people that they themselves don’t realize they have. She easily manipulates those around her into situations where they are confused and distraught, and she takes an odd sense of delight in causing such trouble. Her rebellious acts, which contrast her high level of intelligence and creativity, throw people off balance enough to allow her to poke at their weaknesses. She uses this gift to distress people who she feels are too eager to follow conventional ideas and conform or who are too ignorant for their own good. Niko can’t stand people who are content to stay ignorant. In her opinion, anyone who is too uncaring to realize things of common sense deserves whatever consequence he or she falls into. Those who are just born unreasonably stupid deserve no kind of remorse from her.

Niko is not the sweetest of people. Her attachments to others are usually hard to recognize, because she doesn’t like to go out of her way to make herself pleasing or presentable to anyone. She has a wry, sarcastic sort of humor that has been cultivated from years of disappointing her family and being categorized as the “black sheep.” Because of this sarcasm, she is cruel to anyone who has stepped on her toes. Her wryness and sarcasm tends to make her seem a little harsh and insensitive to those who don’t know her well, when really, it’s almost the opposite. She knows how far she can push people and toes the line of roughness, but never passes it unless she’s been provoked. Her odd sense of humor is her trademark and anyone who becomes her friend learns to appreciate it. Her pessimism, which crops up when she is trying not to get disappointed, is another of her traits that has sprung up from the environment at home and the constant criticism of her mother.

No one can say she isn’t a great friend to have, though. As a friend, she is one of the most fiercely loyal people anyone can find. If a friend of hers is in any kind of trouble or just needs her support, she is ready and willing to be right behind them. Nikolina will be all too prepared to defend her friends, even if the situation is hopeless or if the consequences for her actions are grim. She is a strong believer of quality over quantity. She has a small group of friends who understand the odd ideas and beliefs that make her up, but many people in the school know her, if only by name. Her reputation as a Delyan, a name usually associated with the conservative, who is so ready to start up trouble has spread through the population of the school. She is well known for her oddness and even her roughened edges, but she could care less whether you knew of her or not.

She is very impatient. She becomes anxious when things go too slowly or definite action isn’t taken. Despite the self-confident air that seems to surround her, she is really afraid of what will happen when she is left on her own. She is very aware of her flaws and believes they will make her screw up in an irredeemable one day. She thinks that there will be a time when her recklessness, and the mistakes that come from it, will make her fall into a situation where she is unable to rescue herself. But whenever she’s not out causing trouble, you’ll see her sitting in a chair in the Common Room reading. Since she grew-up in an upper-class society, which made her become “cultured”, Niko will often be doing other things such as drawing, painting, and other creative things. She actually loves those things, especially since it gives her freedom that no one can control other then her.

Though no one knows this, Nikolina is actually quite talented with the violin and piano, but she is also very talented at dancing Classical Ballet. It was something she forced to do ever since she turned three years old, but it is actually something she loves very much and continues to do this. Niko also adores books, it is a place where she can jump in and escape everything around her, especially the upper-class world, which she loathes. Around the male species, Niko flirts, at times. She enjoys seeing some boys getting flustered at her compliments or flirting ways. Niko adores animals and nature, especially since it was her escape from all that scolding she received from her mother. But it also gave her a chance to rebel as well, especially since she used to climb up trees often as a young girl. Niko also used to always bring in random plants inside the house and hide it in random places, and sometimes it was an animal that got released rather then a plant. She just was a ball of chaos for her parents.

oily marks appear on walls
^{WHERE PLEASURE MOMENTS HUNG BEFORE THE TAKEOVER}

FATHER:
Andrey Nikola Delyan, Fourty-Five, Slytherin Alumni, Wizengamot, Department of Magical Law Enforcement
MOTHER:
Svetlana Iva Radomir, Fourty-Three, Slytherin Alumni, Hippocrates Smethwyck (Healer-in-Charge), Fourth Floor: Spell Damage, Свети Марк болница (Saint Mark Hospital)
SIBLINGS:
Dragomir Samuil Delyan-Radomir, Elder Twin, Brother, Eighteen, Slytherin Alumni, Auror-in-Training, Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Silviya Donka Delyan-Radomir, Younger Twin, Sister, Eighteen, Slytherin Alumni, Auror-in-Training, Department of Magical Law Enforcement
ETHNICITY: Bulgarian
BLOOD STATUS: Pure-Blood, Werewolf
ANIMAL FORM: Caspian Sea Wolf
MONETARY STATUS: Upper-Class
HISTORY: Andrey and Svetlana attended school together. They were in the same house and year, naturally the two knew each other, knew each other quite well. They had had a brief re-occurring fling each year that would invariably end with a shouting match. It was practically marked on the calendar. The two left Hogwarts and met again a while later. The two had both matured and had begun looking for that important person that they would spend the rest of their lives with. The number one thing on their lists was being a pure blood and a second was being good looking. Both Andrey and Svetlana filled both requirements, and they realized that the two of them could actually get along and it wasn’t much later that the Delyan-Radomir marriage was announced.

The two moved in together and lived a pleasant life together. Even if they weren’t a crazy in love newlyweds, they were still quite happy with the arrangement. They had already plotted out their future. They were going to have one child because Svetlana wanted to keep her figure and Andrey didn’t want to take care of any more than that. Nature had other plans however as Svetlana gave birth to twins a boy and a girl. They adored their older children and they turned out to be perfect additions to the Delyan-Radomir family.

Their happy family was then completely. Only, well, not quite because a few years later, Svetlana discovered that she was pregnant again. There wasn’t anything they could really do about it so they prepared for the arrival of the newest Delyan-Radomir. Right from the start, Nikolina decided to make her parents’ life difficult because she decided to be born a month earlier than she was expected and Svetlana went into labor in the middle of a meeting.

Nikolina was born as healthy as was to be expected and the healers soon sent her home with her parents. Niko turned out to be an extremely temperamental child and seemed intent on keeping the entire household up with her wailing as Niko preferred to sleep through the day rather than the night, but soon she was put on a proper schedule and Nikolina grew up. It was through off hand comments that Niko soon learned that she had been the ‘oops baby.’ Maybe subconsciously, deep in the id, it had a profound effect on her as Nikolina soon found herself at odds with her family. It was something that grew as she grew. Her family was primarily one that lived and thrived in the upper crust of wizarding society. They were the crème de la crème, the best of the best. If there was an important social event, the Delyan-Radomirs would be there. A photo of the family would often grace the pages of the Daily Prophet’s Society pages. Nikolina was not pleased with this.

Not long after her eleventh birthday, Niko received a letter from the Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was quite happy to be whisked away into the magical castle. During the sorting, the hat lingered over Nikolina for a while. It went back and forth for a few moments between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The hat soon realized that Niko lacked any of the desire to judge people on blood bias and it placed her in former house. Niko quickly settled into the castle, making friends and enemies. She soon realized that Hogwarts afforded her something other than an excellent magical education: it gave her independence from her parents, which she relished. At home, however, nothing had changed and Nikolina would spend the summer and winter holidays playing the game for her parents. It’s a fact that she hates about herself but refuses to mention this to anyone.

Unfortunately, a few years ago Nikolina got bitten by a werewolf, who happened to be an enemy of her’s. From this bite, Nikolina became something her parents could not have as a Delyan-Radomir. They immediately took her out of Hogwarts and took sent her home to Bulgaria. After some time, only two years later, did they finally decide that Nikolina needed to continue her education and they knew Hogwarts was no longer safe; luckily, to Svetlana and Andrey, the press did not have a clue about Nikolina becoming a were. After much looking, Svetlana and Andrey decided that Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was better suited for their daughter rather then Durmstrang Institute for Magic. And so, Nikolina Yana Delyan-Radomir is going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, after a brief letter to the Headmistress. Something she realized is that just like Hogwarts Beauxbatons would provide her two things: a good education and freedom from her parents.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE: Tilting her head to the side, Nikolina watched her brother taunt a boy without trying. She found it to be quite bothersome, but who was she to complain. She was, after all, the dark secret locked away in her room. Niko soon turned her attention away from her elder brother, Dragomir, and turned it to the book she held in front of her. Secretly, though no one knew other then her and perhaps a house elf or two, Niko had been reading a few muggle book series. It was something her parents hated very much which made the books that much more appealing. It also showed her a side of that world she never really knew, since her Muggle History teachers were not quite as well…informed as the books were, or so Nikolina thought. Especially since the books were created by Muggles and not professors. After reading only a few pages, Niko scowled. Her brother would not stop pestering the boy, which made her whine and cry. It was a lot more difficult to read, but it was more irritating then difficult.

Scowling Nikolina told Dragomir, Don’t you have some assignment that needs to be done? Isn’t that kid suppose to be helping me since his wonderful brother decided to bail on me? With a raised eye-brow Niko waited for her brother’s oh-so pleasant remark and boy did she get one. And wasn’t that your fault Nikki? You scared the s**t out of him with one of your more pleasant spells, which I doubt should of even been used. And what’s it to you if I bug this kid? Its not like you actually need help, you probably know more then him. Rolling her eyes, Niko returned her attention to the book. She had always hated the nickname “Nikki”, she never knew why but it just did. After some time of reading some more, Dragomir’s decision to pester the kid some more was getting to Nikolina some more. Usually she was able to put up with her brother’s idiocy, shockingly enough, but this time she was just getting irritated, especially since she had recently been informed about going to a school. Niko had actually enjoyed being home-schooled. She loved is since she could go at a pace she was okay with, which was faster then most kids.

Sighing quietly, Niko `shut her book and stated irritably, How is it we share a common gene? Standing up, Nikolina left the room. But before she did, she just shook her head while saying, I’m going out. Andon, you can stay if you want. But I won’t be returning. And go ahead and tell if you want Drago, I honestly don’t give a crap. Waving good-bye, Nikolina left into the hallway. She already knew she would get in trouble, but she honestly did not care. After some time of walking around the house, Nikolina finally found the exit to the back-yard. Opening the door, Niko sighed. It was a sigh of relief. No more stupidity. No one irritations. It was just her and her book, finally. But before she could start, Nikolina knew she had to find the perfect spot. It made her scowl, ever-so slightly since it meant actually hunting since there were too many places to pick from, especially since her current backyard was equivalent to a gigantic park except they had a gigantic pool instead of a lake and they had horses and such.

Niko knew, shockingly, that she would miss home when she went off to this new school. But she knew she would be happier at that school then home, especially since it meant no parents and no twins. After some time of walking, Nikolina finally found the perfect spot to read. It was under a large Oak tree that had a lot of shade. It was actually one of the trees that Niko had climbed when she was a little girl, something her mother hated very much. Smirking, a little, Nikolina threw her book up onto a branch before she began to climb herself. Grabbing onto a branch, Niko began to search for a lift. After she found it, she began to go up some more and did the same thing. She continued to do the same thing for some time and once she stopped, she ended up only one-third up the gigantic tree. Smile, a faint one, appeared on her face as she began to shift around attempting to get comfortable. Once Nikolina stopped moving around, she cracked open her book. The silence was enjoyable, in fact the random barks and neighs and other animal noises she heard was quite pleasant. Perhaps it was because it was not her irritating brother’s voice, but whatever the reason was, that spot had always been heaven to her. And Nikolina was going to miss climbing it when she went off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

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wow... such a stunning application, I think Sournois for you.

[gallaine]

Nickname: Laine
Age: fourteen
Birthday: April 4th
Blood: Seer / Half-Blood
Languages: English / French
Ethnicity: French / German / Welsh / Irish
Play By: Georgie Henley

History:

Gallaine Olwyn Dautin was born to Alexandre Dautin and Ariane Roth on the fourth of April, under a lunar eclipse. Her father was a writer, a poet, apt to view the world only from his own perspective. He was blind to aesthetic beauty, believing only words could hold meaning. As a result, he could not see his wife for what she truly was: a witch. Ariane was incredibly gifted, especially as a healer, and secretly taught her young daughter the intricacies and dangers of magic.

However, twenty days after Gallaine's ninth birthday, another lunar eclipse passed over the earth. It sent Gallaine into a trance, which Ariane could not break. Desperately, Ariane tried to hide her away, but when Alexandre discovered his daughter, wide-eyed, immobile, and muttering nonsense under her breath, he decided he'd had enough. For Alexandre had not been as ignorant as his wife had wished to believe, and he could not bear the burden of having to hide his family from the non-magical world in which he thrived. He left that same night, but not before Gallaine broke out of her trance, gasping, and predicted the date of his death at her own hands. Horrified at the prediction, Alexandre ran, leaving behind a single letter addressed to his daughter to be opened on her nineteenth birthday.

Terrified, confused and alone, Ariane took her daughter to a small town on the border of France and Germany and sent her to a Muggle school in an effort to make her normal—as normal as witches can be, at least. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she could not suppress Gallaine's growing magical ability and her power as a seer, though Gallaine herself could not recall her first horrible prediction. When the invitation to Beauxbatons Academy arrived, Ariane made the choice to accept on her daughter's behalf, hoping that Gallaine might be able to discover more about who she is and where her visions come from...

Personality:

Aside from being a naturally gifted witch, Gallaine has found she takes after her father in his creative pursuits—though only in short bursts, as evidenced by the hundreds of haikus that fill her magical notebook. She's impatient, perhaps because of her foresight, though she never tries to interpret all of her vague visions. She also believes the future is set in stone, that it cannot be changed no matter what choices we make, so she frequently comes across as being very lazy, though organized and straight-minded. Although Gallaine is quick to forgive, she's also quick to blame, particularly when she believes something is her own fault. Because she predicts the future, she feels helpless when she sees something she knows she cannot prevent. Gallaine is very caring and perceptive, though she has a hard time understanding her own emotions.

Given the choice, Gallaine is friendly, good at small talk, but prefers to stay on the outside of things, to avoid being involved in something that might end poorly because of the fickleness of her gift. However, when she is involved in a relationship, romantic or otherwise, she clings on with a hope that it will last into the future. She is simultaneously afraid of being left behind as well as being too far ahead of the world, so she holds on as tightly as she dares to the people and things she cares about. This often has the opposite effect—driving people away instead of bringing them closer—but once her trust and respect is earned, Gallaine is a loyal friend.

Interests:

writing haikus / astrology / mythology / divination / potions / writing letters / doodling and sketching / singing / observing people / swimming / ice skating / lakes / cold weather / winter / snow / daytime / blankets / dogs / cats / French cuisine / ice cream / enchantments / skimming her mother's spell books / scarves / charm bracelets / laughter / friendships / fantasy movies / musicals / movie scores / exploring / drinking tea / smelling flowers / pine trees / dancing / jokes and riddles / jigsaw puzzles

Sample RP:

Before the sound of her mother's footsteps had reached her ears, Gallaine knew what was coming. She'd seen it the week before, when her hand had accidentally grazed the crystal ball her mother insisted she keep on the dresser next to her jewelry box and the vase of dried hydrangeas. This scene, down to the last detail: her messenger bag thrown on her bed, its contents strewn haphazardly over the duvet and spilling onto the floor; the desk lamp on, illuminating the scorch marks and white scratches on the wooden surface; her never-full notebook, bursting with haikus and sketches of things like wolves or mugwort leaves or her half-eaten croissant at breakfast; the window open, the wind rustling the long sheer curtains; and finally Gallaine herself, sprawled across the armchair with her shoes still on and her dark hair loosely braided as she fiddled with a scarf around her neck that she'd purchased yesterday, in anticipation for today's events.

"Laine!" her mother called, the footsteps growing louder as she reached the top of the stairs. "Are you in here?"
"Yep," she answered, though there really was no need—her mother had already pushed open the door, envelope in hand.
"You've received a letter," she said, "though I can tell you already know what it says."
Gallaine nodded. "And?"
Her mother chuckled. "What, you didn't see my reaction?"
In an effort to seem offhand, Gallaine shrugged. "Not exactly. I couldn't tell if it was you or me that made the final decision."
"You're acting like a final decision has already been made." Her mother frowned. "I know what I've decided, but that doesn't mean you can't change my mind."
"Of course I can't," Gallaine told her impatiently, brushing her hair back with her fingers out of habit. "What's done is done."
"Even though it hasn't even happened yet," her mother said, amused. The corners of her mouth twitched as she pushed aside the mess on Gallaine's bed and sat down, studying her daughter's impassive face. "Even after everything I've told you, all the evidence to point to the contrary, you still believe the future cannot be changed?"
"Mother." Gallaine rolled her eyes, pushing herself upright so she could meet her mother's gaze. "What if I don't want the future to change?"
"Well, than that's your own decision."
"All right, then."
Her mother stood up, folding her arms across her chest. "So you've made your choice?"
"Yep."
"Without even considering your other options?"
"There are none."
Gallaine's mother sighed, defeated. "We'll start collecting your things tomorrow, ma fille," she said, moving to kiss the top of her daughter's head. "You can leave as early as next Saturday."
Gallaine hesitated, staring at her knees as she asked, "Do you want me to go?"
Her mother gave her one last long, intent look. "Yes," she replied, and then left.

Restlessly, Gallaine stood up and wandered over to her bed, where the familiarly unfamiliar envelope sat on top of her pillow. Flopping down, she tore it open and pulled out the thick parchment inside.

Dear Mlle. Dautin—

We are happy to announce that you have been chosen to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic this upcoming term. Please confirm your admittance by way of return owl by no later than...

Hmm... Cossu will work fine for you.

[rabidcows]

First Name: Patrick
Last Name: McFinnegan
Age: Eighteen
Appearance:


History: Patrick McFinnegan was born in April of 1992. Notice how only the month and year was mentioned? That's because Patrick's father, Seamus McFinnegan, the town's local drunk, became extremely intoxicated one night in a competition against his reflection (he didn't know it at the time), and lost Patrick's birth certificate. So he now celebrates his birthday on whichever day he pleases, which confuses his few friends very much. His mother's name is Katherine Campbell, and she abandoned them when Patrick was only three years old. He has always had trust and abandonment issues because of it and he finds it hard to confide his feelings to anyone besides his close friends. Because of his issues, many people think of him as being the quiet, shy person, but in reality he is actually very social if he has a clue as to who he's talking to, and he is much more fond of socializing with the opposite sex. He loves being a flirt and he would do anything for a girl if it meant them not crying. He hates crying girls. Patrick developed a small group of trusted friends instead of large circles like the popular people. He prefers to be alone a lot of the time but even hermits need companionship. At the age of fifteen, Patrick's sisters April, Patricia, and Iona all turned their back on him and his father. They kept their grandchildren away from the two and the hate and grudges last to this very day. He wouldn't admit it but he could never forgive his sisters for their treachery. Besides the few exceptions, Patrick is usually the calm, level-headed person in the group, even during emergencies and arguments. He is always the mediator because no one else would be as fit for the job. He dislikes confrontations and because of it will get rid of fights as quickly as he can. Patrick's relationship history is nowhere near the fairy-tale lovey-dovey crap that all people would like. He has been through seventeen relationships in the last four years alone, and every one of them lasted less than two days (except for one relationship), and he was always the one being dumped because of his appearance. He has grown weary of trying to find someone and because of it, doesn't exactly care if he ever does.

When he decided that his eighteenth birthday came around, he received a letter for him from Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic. He couldn't believe his eyes when his eyes scanned over the word Magic. He didn't know magic existed and frankly didn't believe it. He quickly opened the letter and his jaw dropped. He had to pack his belongings immediately and head for the train station to depart for the academy tonight.

Personality: Patrick is a type B personality. He has his own pace when it comes to tasks and if he doesn't feel like doing something, odds are he won't. He's a major procrastinator and will put things off until the last second, usually ending up in punishment or some other penalty much to his dismay. He is almost always calm during any moment in time, and seeing him angry is more rare than a blue moon. Patrick doesn't trust easily but when you do earn his trust, he will always be loyal and will do virtually anything for you. His lifestyle is more laid back and he doesn't enjoy chores. He loves having fun but he can be moody a lot of the time and can change from being happy to upset in a moments notice, and unless he speaks to you, you wouldn't notice the difference because he always has the same blank look on his face. Patrick usually bottles his emotions up and the first person to speak to him usually has it spilled all over them.

Ecstatic// You can really tell when Patrick is in this state because he will have a full smile on his face and laugh, sometimes uncontrollably. He also walks completely straight and has a cheerful tone to his voice, along with doing chores without being asked. Usually only happens when he talks to the girl he likes or when he's with his friends.

Happy// You can tell when Patrick is somewhat happy because he will have a slight grin or look a little less droopy compared to his normal self. His voice has a bit of difference between tones. Usually will either be this or uncheerful.

Uncheerful// Patrick, being the emotional roller coaster of a guy he is, is usually hovering between being happy and this mood. There might be a frown and his tone of voice hardly wavers. He's sluggish and doesn't frankly care for anything going on. He'll complain a lot when he's given chores (but only to himself). Still has enough control to watch what he says and will bottle all his stress.

Extremely Upset// You should pray that you will never see Patrick Sean McFinnegan in this frame of mind. He absolutely doesn't care about anything besides his loathing and self-dread. He will snap at virtually anyone and usually upsets a person along the way, usually on accident. He is more destructive socially at this stage and tries to avoid it when possible.

Likes/Dislikes:

Likes
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Reading
Learning new things
Girls
Food
Drawing
Computers
Sleeping
Enjoying himself
Texting
Comedies
Making Friends


Dislikes
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Confinement (e.g. School)
Heights
Violence
Arguments
Labor
Math
Science

Sample RP: "Patrick!"

"Alright! I'm coming! God!"

Patrick McFinnegan woke up to the 'pleasant' sound of his annoying 80's alarm clock buzzing in one ear, and the over-the-top yelling of his single father in the other ear. 8 a.m. Awesome, he thought to himself. He strained his eyes at the ceiling, wanting to nail up his door and go back to sleep. He had just started snoozing, too. His insomnia was really starting to get on his nerves, and his bloodshot eyeballs were a big indicator. He shut off and unplugged his rather sad looking Gateway laptop and put it in his school bag with a quiet thud. Patrick looked around his dark, depressing room and sighed, then took a couple steps down his stairs before slipping on a sock he left behind, going head-first the last ten steps. "I hate my life" he groaned to himself, and he sat up just in time to catch the gaze of his father, Seamus. "What the hell did you do?" his father asked with one eyebrow raised. Patrick wasn't sure what the eyebrow was supposed to be doing, but if it was supposed to make his father look more serious, it wasn't a good job. He chuckled to himself quietly and replied, "I was testing gravity, Dad, and it still works." "Ha ha, very funny. One day when you really hurt yourself, I'm not going to pay attention because you're always sarcastic." his father said with a tone of annoyance. Both of them knew fully well that Patrick was virtually a clone of his father's personality. The only difference was their taste in music and food. Patrick liked heavy metal and rock, while his dad was still stuck in the "Good Ol' Days", as he fondly called it, still listening to straight country. None of the better country that doesn't involve drinking, a coon hound, or corn. Patrick was sick of hearing the crap every morning, and it was just another reason to leave the house as soon as possible. He rushed through the kitchen, rifled through the cabinets until he found a box of blueberry Pop-Tarts, grabbed a package, and headed straight out the door.

Patrick had packed for Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic the night before, and his dusty, ancient 1990 Oldsmobile Alero was waiting to take him to the train station. He put the keys in the ignition and it took the old car several minutes before it started up with a loud pop and gurgle. "This rust bucket won't be missed, I can tell you that" he mumbled to himself, as he departed from his street onto the nearest highway towards the train station. When he arrived at the train station, he unpacked his luggage and called his friend Cory to come drive it back and take care of it while he was gone. He left the keys under the driver's seat like usual and headed towards the station, only to be stopped by a fat woman with the biggest mole hanging off her eyebrow. He cringed as he shown the letter to the toll woman and her look didn't change as she let him through and pointed him in the direction of his train. It was completely away from the other trains though, and it struck him as strange, but he shrugged his shoulders and dragged his suitcases with him anyways. He needed away from his dad so this was a good enough excuse. He rounded the corner and his jaw dropped. In front of him was an ebony black train, with a gold plated grill and there wasn't a single cloud of smoke. Outside was a large group of people, who he imagined had to have been the parents of the crying pre-teens inside the train. He rolled his eyes as he climbed aboard the train, shown the attendant his letter, and sat in the closest empty seat with a sigh of relief.

He looked around himself and was shocked to see people who were actually his age sitting in the three seats of the compartment. His eyes grew wide as he watched a girl from across the table shrink her suitcase without a word and stuffed it in her pocket. He tried to make a noise but nothing came out. He tried several times but each time was more silence. The girl across from him (who he learned was named Naomi) looked at him with a strange look and noticed why he was sitting there in awe. "Oh, you're new this year aren't you?" she asked in a sweet tone. "This is a spell I use almost every day that makes anything you want travel size. It's really handy!" She grinned and stated, "It's something you'll learn at Beauxbaton. I love it here. What's your name?" He replied "My name is Patrick McFinnegan." "Oh! We have an Irishman in our midst!" she exclaimed with a wide smile. He couldn't pinpoint it but seeing Naomi's smile made him queasy and he liked it. She had perfect white teeth and the rest of her features were just as perfect. "Welcome to your first day as a wizard, Patrick!" The only thing he could mutter was "I think I'm going to love it here."

Well, at the beginning I thought of Cossu for you, but I changed my mind so it must be Sournois, but don't forget that you are not allowed a cell phone because it won't function inside Beauxbatons and its surroundings.