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[jordanrose13]

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Name: Jordan Gabrielle Rose
Nicknames: JJ, Rosie, Jord
Age: 14
Birthday: June 18
Blood: Half-blood
Personality:
Jordan is a very cheerful young lady and very intelligent, but she has a slight problem, Jordan is very curious unlike most children she does not like hearing about things she like exploring them for herself. Jordan is a very good person though shes very athletic and quit shy at some moments and when it comes to friends and family she will stick up for what is right. She loves to sing,dance, and just have fun and cheer people up when ever they are down.

Jordan does not back talk, yell, or fight she hates it when she does or when she hears people who do. Jordan has one older brother named James but unfortunately the wizard gene skipped him so he is just a plain muggle. Jordan is a very independent young woman meaning that her brother is 18 and moved out already and her parents died in a very frightful accident she was sent to her great aunts house but when Jordan turn 11 her aunt fell sick and he has had to take care of herself ever since handling daily trips to the hospital to check up on her aunt to making sure her parents graves are being treated with care and to just learning the new experiences of life,because of Jordan's life she has had to grow up a little fast but she is a very proper, smart, and curious young woman.

But even when there is a hard time or a rough day Jordan will always keep a cheerful smile on her face because that is just the way Jordan is and nobody will ever change her that.

History:
It was a windy night in June when Jordan Gabrielle Rose was born to Mrs. Sadie Rose and Mr. Thomas Rose. Cameras flashed and people talked and gazed as little Jordan was passed around the room of people many of them felt her soft fair skin, or lightly stroked her gold hair but most gazed into her unusual blue eyes they weren't like rest of the families deep blue eyes these were more like a soft greyish blue that seemed to change shades as she was past from person to person the were a dark blue when she was past to Aunt Gerdle a very mean aunt of hers and then Jordan began to cry and scream but when she was passed back to her mother they turned back to the greyish blue. Now he fathers side of the family started to wonder what was wrong with the baby and they began to ask questions. And so her mother's secret was told she, was a witch and Jordan's eyes could change color to what ever mood she was in darkening when she was mad or upset and brightening when she was happy or calm because the witch gene did not skip her like it had he brother. It was so easy to hind the fact that she was a witch when James was born because he was a muggle but Jordan wasn't she was indeed a witch.

2 years went by, no one ever saw it coming it was a rainy day with very thick fog, it happened so quickly they didnt even know they were going over train tracksand the train could barely see them because of the fog ( and it didnt hlpthat they had a black car) the train hit them to the side and they were killed on impact. Leaving Jordan and James to live with Their great aunt.

Years passed and soon James graduated and Jordan was left with her aunt. And then when Jordan was 11 years old he aunt fell sick and one day when she was in the hospital she broke the promise she had made her sister, she told Jordan she was a witch. Jordan was so confused she thought her aunt had gone crazy or something but when she was about to turn the lamp on, it did it by its self she jumped back making herself fall into a chair. She sat up and asked her aunt to explain and so she did and she sent the whole night explain it hoping Jordan would finally understand her real self. Finally it made since all of it the reason her eyes change, why she could make things disappear and reappear some place else,finally it all made since. And she was happy she was different she was happy she was able to say she was a witch just like her mother and her aunt and uncle and her grandmother. And so to be thought how to use magic just like her mother and grandmother and family before her she was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Role-play:
It was quiet in the hospital Jordan took a deep breath, it smelt like that weird sanitizer stuff. As she walked down the halls she embraces herself for the death stare she knew was coming for her., 42B, 43B, here 44B. She walked in slowly keeping her head high and standing straight she was expecting her aunt to be scolding her for being late but she was siting up in her hospital bed with a stack of mail in her lap and holding a sky blue envelope with a smile on her face. Jordan walked over to the chair and sat down. Your not mad? Jordan said in a confused voice, her aunt shook her head and the handed her the blue envelope, as she took it she saw the dark blue wax seal with a "B" stamped into it as i read it I began to truly understand that I am a witch and i will be attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Jordan didn't know what to say, but as she opened the letter and began to read it all of her questions started being answered. As soon as she was finished reading she let the letter drop in her lap and she had a blank expression on her face and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something but soon that blank expression turned into an eager smile and then out of nowhere a loud ear piercing scream rang out the door and through the hallways where everyone in the hospital could hear it from the first floor to the fourth floor. Her aunt began to laugh and Jordan started jumping up and down she grabbed the letter and started reading it out loud Dear Ms. Rose we here at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic would love to inform you that you have been excepted as one of our students. We ask that you pack your things and be prepared for the carriage to come and make sure you fill out the application form that has come with this letter that way when you arrive you can be sorted in to your house. We hope to see you soon my darling. Sincerely Madame Olympe Maxime

The next day the carriage had arrived and Jordan was loading all of her things onto the roof where they were being tide down and as she handed the the man her last bag she turned around and looked at her aunt it was so hard for her to keep back the tears because as she gazed into her aunts eyes she saw they were red as if she had been crying all night and didn't get ant sleep. Jordan wanted to stay but then she wanted to go and learn how to use her powers and she knew her aunt wanted her to go too even if it was hard for her to let Jordan go she wanted her to go just like her and he sister( Jordan's mother) had. So she kissed Jordan on the cheek , gave her a tight hug and let Jordan go. As the pegauses began flapping their wings and the carriage started to lift off the ground Jordan lead her head out the window and waved goodbye to her aunt I'll write to you every week I promise!And so Jordan was gone heading to her new life at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

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[sofiabarberis]

FIRST NAME: Sofia Hestia.
LAST NAME: Barberis.
AGE: Fifteen.


HISTORY:

Sofia’s family tree dates back quite far, or so she’s been told. Greek blood running through her veins. You may be wondering how the Barberis family ended up so far away from their home country and in France, but we can’t give away all the details at once. From a young age her parents convinced her and her siblings they were descendents from royalty. She always hoped such a thing would be true, with dreams of being a little princess and boasting a tiara. Sofia’s parents have once speculated they were descendents from Greek Gods, although she has yet to form her own opinion on that matter.

Atlas came first. Otis second. Two older brother’s. The family had a tradition, it seemed a pattern was forming. One generation would be exceedingly wealthy, and the next poor. It so happened that Sofia’s parents were poorer than her grandparents. Her parents always tried their best though, of that much she was positive. Two years after Otis was born, Sofia and Sonya were born. Two beautiful twin girls, the only girls to be born into the family. Chrysander came last, a little brother for Sofia to dote on and adore. They were a happy family, although not the most successful when it came to money.

When Sofia was only six, her father lost his job. It was a sad day for the family, yet they managed to keep a positive outlook on it. No jobs were open for his skills in Greece, so the family were forced to re-locate to France where the position was open. It was difficult at first, going to a school where everyone understood each other and she knew little of the culture. Of course it was difficult for a little girl who just wanted to be a princess.

Atlas was the first to be accepted to Beauxbatons, and she missed him dearly. Otis was second, and yet again she cried for the return of them over the holidays. Sofia was accepted at one point, although Sonya wasn’t at this point. She returned home for a while, unable to stay away. However, again the letter arrived. This time she was sure – she would be able to become a witch and stay with her brother at Beauxbatons.

PERSONALITY:

childish - - -

Sofia grew up as the youngest twin, and the youngest girl of the family. It was natural that even at the age of fifteen she should still be enjoying the simple things in life. She enjoys just being a teenager, but at the same time seeks comfort in the environment she grew up in. Her first time at Beauxbatons was a challenge as she was forced to grow up. In some ways she did grow up, but in other ways she learnt that it was important to just be herself and stay true to herself. As well as being childish, at times she can be ‘girly.’ Sofia enjoys make-up, clothes, fashion… She dreams of one day being a famous French designer. For now, she doesn’t see the need to grow up quickly. She can just enjoy life, taking it one step at a time (and nothing more than that.)

fun-loving - - -

She enjoys the fun things in life – a trait she recently picked up from her sister. She’s recently learnt to be a little more out-there when it comes to things. Generally she’s a hyper, lovable figure, but lately she’s been trying things she normally wouldn’t. Sonya and Sofia seem to balance each other splendidly, drawing traits from the other. Sofia is quite adventurous, enjoying exploring and wondering around Beauxbatons. Curious, but generally content. It’s normal, or so she would say in defence, for a fifteen year old girl to like enjoying herself and spending time with friends. No way would it get to a point over-the-top, even she has boundaries, but responsibility often has little place when it comes to Sofia. She has a good heart though: she’s just quite simple.

gentle - - -

Gentle-hearted, in many ways. Physically she is fragile and daintier than her twin sister, as well as far gentler and calm. Her movements flow from each other, creating a serene environment for all. As stated above, Sofia is kind-hearted. Never would she endeavour to hurt anyone. A ‘big softie’, or so she has often been called. She’s genuinely a nice person, her actions rarely come with attached strings. She just likes to help. Past the fashion and hair, lies a good person who puts others before herself in a heartbeat. It might just be small things (eg, giving people a hug in greeting or smiling at strangers.) She was raised ‘the right way’ and knows that something so simple can make someone else’s day.

trusting - - -

Unlike her brother, Sofia rarely questions the things around her. She’s content to simply let it happen (according to her life revolves around acts of fate.) Innoncence might be the best word to describe her. She trusts easily, probably making her an easy target for others to take advantage of the fact. Liars, cheats, false pretenses, evil people in general, none of it really exists. Deep down she seems to think everyone is just a darling and would never ever lie or hurt her. So instead, she believes what she hears and is content with it.

animal lover - - -

You know the little girl that would bring a new animal home every night to her parents and ask to keep it until it got better? Well, that was always Sofia. Being so kind-hearted and gentle has made her want to help all those in need. Particularly little creatures who can’t speak for themselves. Even as a little girl it was clear she adored animals. It’s part of her nature, to want to reach out and stroke one of those little furry friends. Proving further she has a loving and gentle temperament past the face and fashion.

SAMPLE RP:

It was a warm, summer morning, the fresh smell of flowers blowing int he wind. The sun was beating brightly onto the beautiful earth, illuminating everything in its path. Some students were still at home, spending there free time with there families, while others were still at Beauxbatons, taking summer classes. First year had just began for Sofia, and she was ready for a change of pace. On the other hand, Sofia was now that girl. It was her year to brag, even though she know she wouldn't. Sofia wasn't the type to rube anything in someone elses face. She was nice about that kind of stuff, unless she was with some of her friends and just kidding around. she had the tendency to be a bit of a prankster and joke around with her friends, sometimes a bit too much. She has often enjoyed a fun time, and grew up being a very outgoing girl, but things have changed since then. Some much has happened in her life, that sometimes she wonders if she will ever be fully happy again. There was also the fact of her love life. It was disappearing into a black hole. She wasn't sure if she would ever find the right person for her, her soul mate. Where those things even real anymore? Sofia wasn't too sure about that.

Walking up slowly from her slumber, she shifted her weight on the bed, pulling her legs over to the side. She looked around the room, sighing slightly to herself. Half the room was filled with sleeping girls, some snoring, others sleeping silently, and the other beds were unoccupied. Not because there occupiers were already awake, but merely because they had decided to stay home for a portion of the summer. Soon, those beds would be filled up with the other students, girls that she had spent almost her entire teenage life with. Some of them were her closet friends, while others were merely girls that were there to witness it all. She often didn't involve herself in the drama of teenage life, which has somewhat bumped her out of the groups a bit. She doesn't want to be someone who gossips about other girls. She would never want someone to say a mean word about herself, so she would never do that to anymore else. She has always lived by the saying "Do onto others, as you would like done onto you". As weirdly and childish as it sounds to others, Sofia knows that it is a good system and has worked for her many times. Because of this reason, Sofia doesn't have many enemies. Why would she? Unless they have a problem with who she is, no one should really hate her.

Getting up from her bed slowly, Sofia prepared to head out of the dorm. Looking outside briefly, she took the assumption that it was just breaking six in the morning, seeing as the sun was just about to rise over the beautiful horizon. She slipped on some of her comfortable black skinny jeans, and white tee-shirt she had picked up, and grabbed her wand. She pushed her thin wand into her back pocket, and grabbed her black zipper up hoodie, and put her vans on her feet. She suspected it wouldn't be to cold outside, but it was the morning, and it tends to be a bit chilly out. She slowly walked out of the dormitory, trying her hardest not to disturb anyone, and sighed, when she heard a girl walking up as she closed the door. She hated disturbing others when she was leaving the dorms. She often left the dorms at early hours in the morning, sometimes she wouldn't even sleep in them. Lately, she has found herself sleeping, at the most, three hours a night.

Walking down into the common room, Sofia smiled to herself, seeing she wasn't the only one who enjoyed getting up early in the morning. "Morning Sofia!" She heard someone say to her. She looked over to the couch and smiled. It was Cassie Herman, she was a small second year that Sofia had met, after offering to help her with her potions homework. Sofia wasn't the brighest girl in school, but she tried. She stopped in her steps and smiled at the young girl. "Morning Cassie," She replied sweetly. "Where you off to this morning? Need any company?" The young girl replied eagerly. Sofia smiled. "I actually have to meet someone, but if you'd like, I'll sit with you in breakfast? If I get a chance and stop by?" Sofia said, walking towards the door and waving lightly to Cassie. "Alright, maybe next time. Bye Sof!" Cassie half-shouted. Sofia had lied when she said she was meeting someone, but she couldn't come up with a reason to why she couldn't come, other then that she wanted to be alone. Some people don't do well with the idea that someone wants alone time, so she decided to just come up with a story, so there were no more questions asked, and her decision was final.

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It must be Cossu, but remember you don't become a witch, you are born one!

[blair]

EDITED

COCO penny PARKER
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HER-STORY

Coco was born in Paris. Her father was a internationally-known sculptor, and her mother was a photographer. Coco was brought up being taught appearance is everything. Her mother (Isobelle) was constantly buying gifts for her, such as make-up, clothes and perfumes (even at a very young age), and her father (Pier) submitted to giving her all the money she desired.
When Coco was six, her father's sculpting business went downhill. He had lost his inspiration, and his sculptures were becoming worse and worse. By the time Coco was seven, he was completely bankrupt. Isobelle wasn't earning enough to support the three of them, so Pier reluctantly decided to go away for a while to try and find somewhere to start a new life for the Parkers. He never returned.
Coco understood entirely why her father hadn't come back, or even stayed in contact. She had often heard her parents fighting, regardless of how hard they tried to keep their disputes secret. Coco had known from the start that although Pier had told her he was going away to earn money, his intentions were to get as far away from Coco and her mother as possible.
Due to her father's absence, Isobelle became non-receptive and distant to her daughter. From there-on in, Coco had a lonely childhood. The only upside to Pier's leaving was the effect it had on Isobelle's photography. It spawned a dark twist to her ideas, therefore making her images more interesting and attractive. Isobelle seemed not to notice the huge amounts of money she was receiving. Coco, however, did. She began to see her mother had no care for money anymore, and took the opportunity to milk her mother for all she was worth.
When Coco was ten, her mother's depression was worse. She began to beat her daughter, and left her unfed for up to three or four days at a time. Being strong-willed, Coco knew she had less than a year to endure these beatings before she could escape to the nearest wizarding school. It was difficult for her, however before she knew it, she was on a train to Beauxbatons.

PERSONALITY

Coco is vain, self-centered and snobby. She believes she is better than most, and only mingles with pure-blooded peers like herself. She has no proper friends, due to the fact she refuses to get close to anyone. Coco spends most her time shopping, reading and dancing. She's extremely pedantic about her appearance, and barely eats a thing. Coco hopes to one day be a model, as she knows she'd beautiful and could get the part easily.

SAMPLE

Coco gasped in pain as another blow struck her swollen face. She forced back the tears. Crying was not an option when she was being beaten by her mother. It gave Isobelle more fuel to hit her daughter, and Coco wasn't sure she could take anymore. She sat on her knees, pretending her wrists were still tied behind her back, wincing with every attack inflicted upon her. Closing her eyes, she pictured Beauxbatons in her mind. She could feel a small smile creeping onto her lips at the thought of the memory, but like the tears, denied herself the pleasure of one small smile. But it was too late to pull it back. Her mother had seen it, and immediately started to scream at her. "Do you think this is funny, you little tramp?!" she shrieked.

Wishing she had neighbors who could hear her mother's cries and notify the authorities, Coco opened her eyes. All her emotions must have been displayed in the glare she gave her mother, as Isobelle's voice suddenly faltered. Coco was thankful she was now a teenager and had the ability to fight back. "I've had enough." She said quietly, but loud enough for her mother to hear. Isobelle sneered, "What did you say?" Narrowing her eyes, Coco heightened her shoulders, and raised from the ground. Due to a recent growth spurt, she was now taller than her mother.

"You heard me. I'm putting my foot down. No more of your petty beatings. I'm tired of your immaturity." Isobelle laughed a high,manic laugh and advanced on Coco. She raised her arm, readying to blow her daughter back to the ground. As her hand came soaring down, full with raging power, Coco raised her own and blocked the attack by seizing her mother's wrist. "I said no!" Feeling all her pent up anger and frustration explode inside her, Coco struck her mother's head and threw her to the floor.

Shock took hold of her. Isobelle was unconscious. By the looks of it, she would be for a while. Coco's laughter echoed around the room. "It's over." She whispered before grabbing what she needed from her room and running from the house. She didn't look back- she couldn't. Her laughter continued as she sprinted down her driveway, each stride gaining more and more length as her confidence grew.

It must be Sournois!

[saphira]

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Sample RP:

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Delight began walking around as she looked for a spot to sit down in. As she walked she noticed how almost everyone had someone to talk to and was sitting in a group. Her nerves began to gnaw at her stomach again. After some time of walking Delight finally found a new spot, thankfully. Placing her luggage into their respected areas, Delight exhaled sharply and began to wonder if anyone would come into the room she had taken. The possibility, to her, seemed quite low. But Delight began to hope with all her might that at least one person would come into the room and ask to sit with her. But as time went by it seemed like no one would come. A quiet and sad sigh escaped the blonde girl as she gazed out of her window. It seemed almost hopeless, but all that changed when an unfamiliar voice spoke to her, Hi, I’m Sami, mind if I sit here? The sad look on Delight’s face instantly disappeared as she turned her head and faced the girl. Shaking her head with great fervor, Delight said, No, please go ahead sit! I’m Delight by the way. Almost instantly the gnawing in Delight’s stomach stopped as the girl put her things away and took a sit across from her.

Smiling like a silly little girl Delight sighed, quietly, contently and began to thank whoever helped her. But her thankful prayer was ended when Sami commented on her name, You have an interesting name Delight! Unlike mine, it’s an icky, common name. Samantha. BLECH! Giggling a little Delight shook her head and replied, I like your name actually! I think mine’s a little too…unique. But my father named me, since I was the daughter he wanted, because I have nine brothers you see and I’m the only girl! Another giggle escaped as Delight saw Sami’s eyes pop out in reaction, Nine brothers?! WOW! And I thought I had a lot of siblings, only four here! Two girls and two boys though.Giggling still, Delight sighed contently. It seemed like Beauxbatons Academy of Magic would not be so bad after all.
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It must be Cossu!

[hannah]

First Name

Hannah

Mddle Name

Roslyn

Last Name

Lark

Age

Seventeen

Blood Type

Seer

Other Powers

Apperance

in between her shoulder blades she has a tattoo of a sparrow, a tattoo of the kanji symbol for mercy under her left breast and on the inside of her right wrisst she has a tattoo of a moon.

Family

christina lark • mother • seer-blood • 32
hailey lark • sister • seer-blood • 17


christopher vanderwood • adopted father • pure-blood • 45
nina vanderwood • adopted mother • pure-blood • 42


anthony vanderwood • adopted brother • pure-blood • 19
gracelyn vanderwood • adopted sister • pure-blood • 18

History

Personality

Hannah is a free spirited girl, just like her mother and twin sister hailey, she goes where the wind blows her and does anything she wants when ever she wants. Hannah loves seducing men; She toys with them until they are no longer any fun then she discards them as quickly as she got them. Hannah is a persistent person who always gets what, and who, she wants. She’s competitive, and stubborn, and she does whatever she can to achieve the result she wants. She has the brain to go with the powers too. Hannah has some good qualities to her; such as loyalty. And, though she likes to give the impression that she is cold and unfeeling, there are some people Hannah will do anything for, like her sister Hailey. Hannah is very honest with people, but tends to keep secrets of her past from her friends and lovers though tries not to be dishonest unless it's to keep her family safe. Hannah's not very trusting of others beyond her adopted family and her birth family. She tries to keep a slight distance from others to keep herself from others, worrying that one day they'll leave her like her father and mother did.

Sample RP

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[lovage]

alyssa blanc.

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First Name:

Alyssa

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Last Name:

Blanc

Age:

16

Hobbies:

Alyssa enjoys cooking, reading, singing, and writing.

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Ethnicity:

Alyssa is part French and two thirds American.

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Appearance:

Alyssa has a somewhat childish face with a cute smile. Her eyes are blue with tints of grey. Her hair is naturally blonde It is currently cut into feathers and layers, with side bangs. She stands at 5"3 and is slim. She has a tattoo on her hip bone saying "Love" in Chinese (which she got on her fourteenth birthday.)

History:

Anette and Adrien Blanc were always best friends in Hogwarts. In their final year, Adrien asked her out, she said yes, and two years later, they got married. Alyssa Blanc was born to them almost exactly a year later, on May 18 1994 in Salem, Oregon. Alyssa grew up in a stable, nice home with caring and loving parents. At the age of five, the family moved to London, where most of her extended family resided. Alyssa showed no signs of magic in her childhood, and her parents began to worry. If she turned out to be a Squib, they're hopes and wishes would be ruined, not to mentioned Alyssa's. She had always looked forward to learning magic. They waited, and waited, for years. Until at the age of ten, the managed to make a flower float in mid-air. Although she was late on showing signs of magic, she is a very talented witch.

Personality:

When you first meet her, Alyssa seems like a shy girl, but as you get to know her, she becomes more confident. She is generally sweet and kind. She's sometimes insecure but likes fleeting her heart out with music. You can always find her in the library- she loves to read/learn new things. She is very intelligent and mature.
Alyssa is very lively and can't sit still for too long. She is always smiling and likes to play the innocent one, using her puppy-dog eyes to fool the gullible, to get what she wants.

Sample RP:

Alyssa lay on her bed, gazing outside, and listening to the rain tapping against her window. It was a typical summers day in London. But still, she loved rain, and was grateful it wasn't stiffling hot. The smell of something delicious wafted upstairs, and she could hear her stomach rumbling.
"'Lyssa, there's something here for you!" She heard her mother call. Alyssa slipped off the bed and went downstairs. She was greeted by a black hooting owl. A grin broke out on Alyssa's face. She untied the letter from the owl and read it, her parents peering over her shoulder.
Miss Blanc, you have been offered a place in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Please return an owl before July 3 to secure this place.
Madame O. Maxime
"Omigod, omigod! I can't wait!" Alyssa squealed with happiness. She had always wanted to go to Beauxbatons, for she had heard of how great it was. She quickly gave each of her parents a hug and ran upstairs and began to write a letter to her friends.

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It must be Rouerie!

[ghostkitteh]

First Name: Calli Song
Last Name: Cal
Age: fourteen
Birthday: April 26th
Blood: Half-Blood {half Veela}
Enticity: Japanese/Korean
Appearance:

Calli has a sweet face, with dark brown eyes, and jet black hair. Her look's come from her parents different heritages. She is about 5'0" with no intention to grow anymore, her weight doesn't change, it stays at about 100 pounds. She has the build of a dancer and a thick head. Her hair almost always has a different streak of color in it. Any color, you name it. Her smile is nice and straight, thanks to the work of the braces she had when she was 12. On the back of her neck is a tatoo with her name on it. Calli likes to experiment with different styles of clothing, but she doesn't have a style of her own. She has glasses, but she likes to wear contacts with color change.
History:

Calli's parents brought her into the world after 3 years of marrige in the town of Seoul, South Korea. Her father, a wizard and veela, met her mother, a normal person, at a small cafe in the middle of town, and fell in love. Calli's twin older brothers came before her in the first year of her parents marrige. Her parent's family tree's date back far into Korea and Japanese history. Her brothers never inherited the wizard heritage of her father, but Calli did. Her parent's moved to a town near Beauxbaton's after she got her acceptance letter. Her family now lives with her Dad, Mom, and two twin Brothers in a small house.

Family: Mom ~ Sierra Song - 35
Dad ~ Bryan Song - 37
Brothers ~ TJ and Zak Song - 17 {twins}

Personality:

Calli has a sweetheart personality, but she doesn't take any meaness from others. She is shy at first when you get to know her. Then she is loud and happy. You can almost always see her smiling. She loves to read, sing, dance, and draw. She has a creative soul. She hates fighting, if you pick something with her she will stay away. Her personalilty is extreamly caring. She is quiet, friendly, and extreamly curious. She's extreamly clumsy and graceful at the same time. When she dances, she's graceful, but out of dancing she trips over EVERYTHING Calli, to sum it all up, is full of surprises.

Sample RP:

Calli looked out to the crowd. Her forehead and back was covered in sweat. Despite the bright lights, she kept her eyes open and smiling. Her happiness was to big to describe. She had been having trouble with that routine, and finally, that night, she had gotten it right. She took a few bows and ran off stage. She couldn't help but show her excitment. "I did it! I really did it!" she yelled quietly. She gave her instructer a big hug.

A few minutes later the judges called out the competetors in her division. As she stood in a line on the stage she felt a little qeazy. What if she didn't make it? What if everyone else gets an award and she didn't? All sorts of questions were running through her head. They started naming off some of the awards. She had gotten a ribbon for best enthusiasum, but it was time for the best awards, the trophys that were given to the best overall. Bronze, was given to someone else. Silver, was given to her best friend, who had competed with the rest of her group.

"The gold, the award for best overall performance, goes to..." She opened her eyes. "Oh...it...was all a dream..." Calli sighed. She was dreaming, and then her brothers woke her up. "Wake sleepy head!" TJ told her. "Yeah, sleepy head, mom want's you, something about that school near town." Zak said. Calli's eyes widened and she sat up in bed. "What?!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, get your butt out of bed and go talk to her." both her twin brothers told her, while ruffing her hair. Calli pushed her brothers out of bed and walked, more like tripped, down the stairs. 'Oh, this is going to be one tiring day.'

It must be Cossu but keep in mind that you are not allowed to GMod!

[macki]

Full Name:

Nicknames:

[/s] Rin, Rini, Rina, Terra, Z, Moraitis.[/ul]
Age:

Family:

[/s] Callis, Twenty-Two, Witch
Nikolaos Seilenos Moraitis Callis, Twenty-Two, Wizard
Eris Athene Moraitis Kostopoulos, Eighteen, Witch

Acheron Balios Stathopoulos, Thirty-Five, Wizard
Aphrodite Kallisto Thanos, Thirty-One, Witch[/ul]
History:

Personality:

Sample RP:

[/url], Tiger. Scowling Kit stooped down to Tiger’s level and said, No tuna for you! The only response the kitten gave Kit was a tilted, adorable meow. How in the world was she suppose to punish that? Shaking her head, Kit scowled some more and sternly said, That face won’t work on me buster! You are in trouble. No tuna for you. That’s that. Grumbling to herself, Kit began to pick up the random, clawed at pages that were thrown around the entire room. Finishing only half way, Kit threw herself onto the carpet and sighed, How in the world can one little kitten cause so much chaos? Hmm, Tiger, hmmm baby? As Kit continued to talk to the unresponsive animal, a sound came from her window.

A quizzical look appeared on her face as she slowly got up with a groan. She been comfortable on the carpet, but whatever made the sound was making her curious. She knew it could not be one of the elves, could it? Whiling walking to the window she murmured some of the possibilities that ran through her head, No…the elves would be quiet while doing their chores. Perhaps one of Papa’s birds wanting to come in…? Nahhh, they would of found a way in already. Hmm… Once she reached the window Kit blinked out of confusion. The bird did not seem familiar at all, but it held a letter. Slowly opening the glass window, Kit stuck her arm out reaching for the letter. But instead of giving it to her, the owl swooped in which made her yelp and stumble backwards.

The moment Kit stumbled and fell onto her rear end, a pained groan escaped. Slowly getting up, Kit cursed the beautiful creature. She began to rub the pained spots, which was all over her back and shoulders, while the owl hooted away. Glaring viciously at the bird, Kit slowly walked over, had she not been in pain she would of probably stormed over and snatched the letter away from it’s beak. Sticking her arm out slowly, Kit muttered to it, I just got carpet burn you evil, vile bird… The letter you have better be worth the pain or else I’ll fry you to bits! The owl gave Kit a look as if it was challenging her to do as she promised, which made Kit wonder. Did it actually understand her? Shaking her head, she scolded herself for getting distracted and returned back to getting the letter from the pesky animal.

Finally able to snatch away the parchment, Kit smiled and blew a raspberry in the bird’s direction before opening it. All the owl did was hoot in response, which made Kit feel even more triumphant, for some odd reason. Walking away from the evil bird to her desk, Kit slowly removed the seal and opened the letter. But before opening it, she took some time to study the seal with much curiosity. It seemed like it was from another school, but rather then four different little sections this one only had three. It intrigued Kit very much. Once she reached her chair, she slowly pulled it out trying to avoid getting another painful carpet burn. Another mutter escaped her as she said, Another school…just great… Plopping down Kit continued on. Closing the letter, Kit swirled the spinning chair around to face the messenger, You can leave now…! Usually Kit was kind to animals, but this evil little bugger gave her painful carpet burns. No way was she going to feed it or anything! Sure the bird was absolutely stunning, but that did not make it okay for it to give her painful burns. Not even if it was from the infamous magical French school, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Scowling some more, Kit got up and attempted to shoo away the bird. A frustrated groan escaped her as the bird just hooted at her, I’ll give you a response later! Now LEAVE! Once the bird finally left, Kit sighed. She had no one to tell this wonderful information to until around 9:30 PM, since that was when her parents would return home. Perhaps it was time for her to go to a school, it had been a bit lonesome around the house without them. But it meant leaving. Was leaving and being alone truly worth the infamous school? A quiet sigh escaped as Kit began debating whether or not to accept or reject her acceptance to Beauxbatons.
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Hmmm... kind of difficult, but I'm pretty sure you'll do well in Cossu!

[elleknight]

Full Name: Elle Rose Knight



Age: 17
Birthday: 7th February 1993
Home Town: London, England

Patronus: She-Wolf
Blood: Half Veela

History:
Born to Helene and Matthew Knight, Elle was the first child. Her little sisters Lori, 10 and Harriet, 8, looked up to Elle and hung on her every word.
Growing up in London, Elle was taught by her mother, her father being the business man that he was constantly travelled and hardly saw Elle or her sisters, only on the rare week off did they get a chance to see him.

In their lessons with their mother, Elle and her sisters were taught their family history, teaching them how they weren't pure blooded, but half Veela, and there for not allowed to discriminate against those who, like them, weren't pure blooded.

After a few years of being home schooled, their father surprised them by coming home for two weeks, however with this surprise visit came a shocking announcement. His business was taking him to Paris, France...permenantly.
The family, upset to be leaving London, uprooted their belongings and moved to Paris, a stunning city that was now to be their home.

With this move, came a change to their schooling. Their mother took it upon herself to decide that the three girls would be sent to Beauxbatons, giving them a chance to mix with others like them, the two youngest of course to wait until they were of age.
Being the oldest, it was Elle who was the first to be accepted into the school and sent away, but she knew her sisters would soon follow.

Personality:
Elle is far from the perfectionist her mother wishes she would be. She tends to have a habit of leaving her room in a mess. Clothes tend to lay scattered across the floor or flung in a heap on the bed.
However when it comes to her studies, she is more focused and knows to pay attention...well sometimes, her easily distracted nature often leads her into doing something she's not meant to.
As a friend she is loyal and trusting and very protective, though she isn't the loudest person out there, she does know how to fight her corner and get her point across.

Generally, Elle is a unique girl, she can be a little disorganized and clumsy but usually a bright, bubbly and good mannered individual.
She doesn't thrive on being the centre of attention, and would much rather sink her nose in a good book. But amongst friends she is more relaxed, and polite to those she doesn't yet know well.

Sample RP:
Elle heard her mother calling from down the hall. Yet again asking for her to tidy her room, and really all it was doing was getting annoying. She wasn't in the mood to tidy her room, if she did it meant she had to start packing the minute she finished, and honestly what would be the point in that? Putting everything away just to get it out again and shove it into the trunk her mother had some how produced out of thin air. It was like they were desperate to send her away. Woo! Way to feel wanted!

Pulling her hair back in a tight ponytail, Elle wandered down the stairs and through to the garden, she didn't care what her mother said, she wasn't ready to start packing. There were a couple of days left to enjoy being at home, she didn't need it to be full of stress and goodbyes.
Sitting down on the swing roped up to the tree at the bottom of the garden, Elle sighed. She was going to miss all the nagging, not to mention her irritating younger sisters, but there wasn't much she could do. It was a good opportunity, that she knew.

Biting down on her lip, she thought about what needed to be bought for her life at school. She couldn't very well take what she already owned, it was old and rotting away for the most part, plus her mother had promised her a kitten.
Again, she heard her mother shouting for her, this time it was aimed at her from the back door. And Elle had thought she'd snuck past so quietly.
"Okay mum, I'll be there in a minute," she yelled back, shaking her head, it was going to be a long couple of days.

Now... Rouerie for you!

[gryffinlynn]

First Name: Adonis
Last Name: Jones
Age: eighteen
Appearance:


History: Adonis Jones was born with mixed blood. His father a lycanthrope and his mother part demon, it was tricky to figure out which Adonis would have more of. His parents would lie awake in their beds wondering if their baby boy would spit out fire out grow hair in the night and howl at the moon. As it turns out, neither happened. By some odd miracle he got the right amount of both bloods to the point where it didn't effect him at all - yet. His grandfather on his mother's side said that something would probably happen to him when he was older and more mature, starting puberty and all that lovely business.

He went to highschool for about a year and got kicked out of the private school his parents sent him to because he had been medling around with some girl in the lavatory. His parents had scolded him etc etc, and a letter eventually came offering Adonis into BB academy of magic. Adonis figured he would most likely get kicked out for his folly attitude there too, but his parents encouraged him. His mother had gone there she explained, while his father went there for a little while but not all four years. Adonis nodded and smiled and figured what the hell, why not.

Personality: Adonis is flat out a trouble maker. He's a big ladies man and tends to have a lot of exes running after him. He hasn't found true love yet but he doesn't really believe in the word "love" considering no one has really ever shown any to adonis. He has a lot of hidden talents, like his major artist gene. He's painted masterpieces so great they've been featured in art galleries back in his hometown. He's into oils and pastels and carries a small canvas with him wherever, to just sit and copy out life's wonders. He's a big galaxy person, he has a nerdy side for space and wants nothing more than to study it all day long some day as a profession. Once he gains some responsibility anyways. He's extremely friendly despite his intimidating records of beating people up for stupid reasons, his temper has always come from his father.

Sample RP:

Adonis stared at the blank white surface beneath him. He had covered his dorm floor in white paper. Big trays of paint lay next to his bare feet, waiting for use. Hues of blue and green and yellows all evenly layered in their proper dish. He smiled and stepped into the light blue with his left foot, and the dark yellow with his right. He skipped around the room, probably looking like an idiot, singing along with the radio. Phoenix was blasting out their tune of Fences, most likely bothering the s**t out of his pushy neighbor.

His jeans were all bunched up at the knees, keeping out of the paint, but he wouldn't care if he got them dirty. They were already stained with coffee and butter beer and other countless memories and unspeakable times. He flicked his wand at the paint and it danced around his legs in thin tendrils, and then finally let gravity take it back down onto the paper. The colors eventually started looking how Adonis wanted it too.

Back in his hometown of Greece, he had learned many languages at the old private school he was forced to attend. Instead of learning much, he mostly stared out the window at the old creek swerving in and out of the trees within the school fences. The colors reminded him of the creek, and how he so wanted to strip down and jump in. Adonis smiled. Maybe he'd go for a swim today.

Please watch your spelling and punctuation, I corrected a few of your misspellings. It must be Cossu!

[angelus]

Full Name:

Nicknames:

Age:

History:

[/I] letter. And she was oh so excited because of the stories her older sister had to tell. The day the owl flew through the window was the day that they had to take a trip to St. Mungo's, because silly little Aria dropped her knife and got it lodged in her leg. She still has the scar and enjoys talking about it, since it is a funny story. When Aria was admitted into Hogwarts and led up to the Sorting Hat. She can still remember the feeling of her heart pounding against her chest as she put the hat on her head. The feeling of nervousness and uncomfortableness as the hat talked to her without having a real mouth. Her sister told her all about Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, and Gryffindor, and only mentioned Hufflepuff once. And what house was she sorted into? Gryffindor, of course. Was that really such a surprise?

Her years at Hogwarts were pretty normal, at least the first year. She made friends, as many as her trust issue would allow. She passed her classes, skipped meals and sleeping to make sure of that, though word of that would never reach her parents. And she learned that the equal world she was raised in, didn't exist. The blood feud was thicker than she ever wanted to believe. Her fifth year, Aria was walking to her Charms class and some older, scarier Slytherin boy (who has long since graduated), shoved her aside and asked her opinion of the bloodline predicament. Scared, yet her temper flaring, she snapped back that it was no "predicament" and it was none of his business what she thought. He shook his head and pointed his wand at her, giving her one more chance to "redeem" herself. She just glared. And he hexed her. It was something he created (never said he wasn't smart), and it took days for the Nurse and charms teacher to figure out what it was. She was in the Hospital Wing for a week and a half. One of the only things she could remember was crying to Eos about how unfair it was. That she was singled out because of it. Her sister had no answers for her. That was the day she stopped believing that everyone was equal, that the world was a place for butterflies and rainbows. Her father worried over her due to this small incident, afraid that she would choose a route that was darker than the one he longed to see her go down. It wasn't any secret that she would do anything for her father. She was a known Daddy's Girl. Being Daddy’s Girl meant he wanted her out of Hogwarts, but after some brief convincing Aria was allowed to finish off the school year but was immediately transferred to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the school that her mother attended. As a force of habit, she writes her father every week, sometimes twice to tell him how things are going, and luckily for the family, she hasn't been singled out again. Aria hates being lumped in a group, but hates worse being singled out for something she can't control.[/ul]
Personality:

Sample RP:

[/b] bed. Aria hated her sister’s, Eos, cat. The cat had caused Aria too much trouble the last time she attempted to read a good book and this time Aria was going to finish that book no matter what, not even if it meant hearing screeches from her pesky older sister. Going on her knees, Aria began to crawl around attempting to find the feline, but rather then her finding it, it found her. It had jumped out from under the bed and onto the book, which had been placed on the ground. A groan escaped the dirty blonde girl as she slowly got up and attempted to sneak up on the cat. But it failed. The cat was too…intelligent, or really aware. Glaring some more at the evil animal, Aria attempted to pounce on it when the door slammed open with Eos chatting away on her cell phone. Another groan escaped and Aria banged her head against the floorboard, which was actually painful but not as painful as hearing her sister screech, OH MY GOD…WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MR. PICKLES?! Banging her head against the wooden floor a few more times, Aria muttered to herself, Maybe if I do this enough times I’ll be able to knock myself out and never have to hear her voice again…JUST MAYBE! After a few more repeated bangs, Aria slowly got up and tilted her head as she looked at her sister as if she was crazy and replied, I did nothing to that damn evil demon! If anything, its been tormenting ME! Aria winced again as she saw her sister shut off her phone and gave Aria a vicious glare. Cringing some more Aria saw her sister storm over in her direction and scoop up the “innocent cat”.

Shaking her head, Aria muttered to herself, You put that damn cat’s well being over mine…how loving of you. Aria continued to mutter about how “loved” she felt until she heard her sister snap, I WOULD love you if you were nicer to Mr. Pickles! The poor thing recently was frighten to death already by the owls at Hogwarts! The only thing Aria could do was give her sister a look that implied that Aria was questioning her sanity, something Aria did more then once it seemed. Rather then putting up with her sister’s scolding, Aria grabbed her book, that still was on the floor, and left the room. But before she closed the door she heard her sister screech clearly, YOU’RE GOING TO APOLOGIZE TO MR. PICKLES ARIA! Shaking her head some more, Aria muttered to herself, It’s a god damn cat woman…a frigging cat! Quicken her pace, because she wanted to further her distance from her sister, Aria skipped a few steps. With only a few steps left, Aria decided to just jump the last three, actually it was really four since she had both feet on two different steps, which was not really that bright since her little brother’s, Damon, had decided to place one of his cars right there something Aria had not noticed. And once she jumped, she landed on the car and slipped and feel face forward right onto the wooden floor. A pained groan escaped her as she slowly got up muttering, Not my day…Not my day at all… Rather then groaning some more over the pain, which was actually still aching despite her neutral face, Aria ran to the open door that lead to the outdoors.

A content sigh escaped as she inhaled the fresh sea air. It was something she loved, greatly. It was soothing and Aria often needed something to sooth her temper. It was actually quite surprising her had not snapped at her sister. Perhaps it was because she wanted to finish her book and knew her sister would keep it up, or maybe it was because her sister was never that bright and had always been a pain and her returning for Winter Vacation had not been any different. Well whatever the reason was, Aria was glad she had decided to do that since her book was still awaiting for her to finish. But rather then going head first into finishing her book, Aria began to walk. She wanted to find the perfect spot, which originally had been her bed but the stupid cat had decided to take-over from underneath. After some more walking, Aria finally found the perfect spot. It was the sand that was high enough to not get wet from the high tide, but enough for her to feel cool, though the temperature was not that high. Plopping down onto the sand, not caring about her shorts or long sleeve shirt getting dirty, Aria opened up her red and yellow covered book, which was titled “Acheron by Sherrylin Kennydon”. Finally Aria was able to return back to the world about the last Atlantean God who would cause the end of the world.[/ul][/size]

To me she sounds more a Sournois student that a Cossu one.

[classique]

name:
Marianne Bonnet

age:
seventeen

blood type:
pure-blood

appearance:


biography:
The Bonnets were one of the most prestigious wizardry families in the
world, with their long line of ancestors they were the family of today.
Their family ranging back from the 14th century, they were as close as
a knife and fork, and hoped to stay like that. Marianne Bonnet was
brought into the world on the 30th December at Bonnet Palace, a huge
white mansion outside of Paris. Her mother was the beautiful and
stunning Jacqueline Bonnet, and her father was the intriguing Yves
Bonnet. Marianne from an early age loved the experiences of being a
wizard and couldn’t wait to go to the ‘amazing and famous school in an
unknown place’. To her it seemed like a fairytale waiting to happen, in
a way it was.

At the age of six, her father worked away in Lyon for an important
wizardry company. So she was raised by her mother, her auntie Harriet,
and five sisters; Emilie, Stephanie, Josephine, and Sophie. Whilst he was
away, her life was fine until news of his affair struck the large family.
Yves came back to his home, but was kicked out by Jacqueline. With her
father away, Marianne started to get into trouble and had a bad attitude.
Her sisters were never at home either, and used to stay at Beauxbatons
for the holidays. Jacqueline saw what their separation had done to the
family and decided to let Yves come home. They got back together, and
her sisters started to come home. Marianne however, was still stubborn
and had a bad attitude.

At the age of eleven, Marianne was back to her normal self; an excited,
loud, playful, dramatic and bubbly little girl. Her family were happy that
she was back, but they knew that this happy period wouldn’t last long. A
week after Marianne’s eleventh birthday, Josephine and Yves had an
argument. The argument was about how Jacqueline apparently had an
affair with Marianne’s friend’s father. Yves moved out, and once again the
parent’s separation took an effect on the family. Marianne turned into
someone her family had never seen before. She was nasty, unreliable,
angry, bad-tempered, and untrustworthy. As Marianne’s sisters had
moved out and started families of their own, Jacqueline tried to make
Marianne back to her normal self; as Marianne was the only thing that was
important to her.

By the time Marianne turned sixteen, her life was back on track. Her
parents were officially divorced, and her father had moved to New York,
so Marianne lived with her mother at the Bonnet Mansion. Marianne was
a party girl and liked the idea of having of fun. She had been caught
numerous times being drunk at parties at her friends’ houses. Jacqueline
knew that she couldn’t help her, so allowed her to do what she pleased.
To earn money for alcohol, cigarettes and drugs Marianne started working
at a local strip club. Jacqueline was unaware of Marianne’s job, which
pleased Marianne as in a way she was enjoying her work. She was a hit
at the club as well and earned tips by strangers all the time. Marianne’s
career ended however when her father went to the strip club. He was
disgusted that Jacqueline would let her work there and thought she wanted
her to sleep around like her mother. Yves took Marianne that night home,
and her mother was surprised to find out that Marianne was working there.
Marianne was grounded for six months, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind
because a week later, she got her letter to attend Beauxbatons.

personality:

confident:
Marianne is probably going to be one of the most confident people
you will ever meet. Not scared to say what she wants or to keep in her
opinions. She will tell you that you smell when you smell. Marianne even will
tell strangers her deepest and darkest secrets, and will tell someone she is in
love with them. Marianne once went to a stranger on the street and said ‘i
think that you need plastic surgery, because you are as ugly as hell’. So there’s
Marianne, little miss confidence.

flirtatious:
Marianne flirts like crazy. When you see her, she is flirting. She likes relationship.
She can be a bit of a player thought, and has cheated on her past boyfriends and
girlfriends before. Her relationship with others has been ruined by her constant
flirting but that doesn’t bother her. Love is the last thing on her list, though she
does believe in it.

smart:
Even though her behaviour isn’t the best and she has broken a large majority
of laws. Marianne is incredibly smart, she knows everything about anything. She
comes up with the best comebacks through her use of knowledge, and sometimes
the things that come out of her mouth make people speechless. So Marianne is the
smarty pants.

social:
As Marianne is so confident, this makes her very social. She makes conversation
with strangers on the street and becoming best friends with the person working at
the McDonald’s drive thru. She has over eight hundred friends on facebook, and has
nine hundred on myspace. Not forgetting her one thousand, eight hundred, and
seventy-two followers on twitter. Marianne is really a social butterfly.

likes:
partying, relationships, girls, boys, music, secrets, friends, make-up, haircuts, showers,
clothes, shopping, VOGUE, alcohol, money, attention, skinny;’

dislikes:
family, teachers, not having friends, numbers, fast food, fat, having no attention, violence,
family arguments, bugs;’

rp sample:
Marianne looked at her mother. She was exactly forty-five and still not a single
grey hair grew on her scalp. Her skin contained no wrinkles, she had eternal beauty.
Whenever Marianne stared into the mirror, all she saw was this disgusting and ugly
person. Even though she had been told thousands of times she was pretty, Marianne
didn’t believe them. For exactly eight months she worked in a strip club, she was smiled
at and admired at. The men would stare at her, like she was a guardian angel. She
would finish her shift and be asked to do more. To do another shift, the men would beg
her and Marianne would just smile. Her pearly white teeth would twinkle in the dark and
eerie atmosphere.

As Marianne thought hard, she forgot her mother speaking to her about the behaviour she
should have at Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons was a school, which Marianne was going
too in a few weeks, the school was one of the best and was somewhere in France. The
location was unknown, except for the fact that it was somewhere in Marianne’s home
country. Marianne lived at Bonnet Palace, just outside of Paris. It was a large house
with ten bedrooms, eight bathrooms, and five living rooms. The house was built in the
15th century by Marianne’s ancestor, Alexander Bonnet and his wife Alice Graham-Bonnet.
Only the Bonnets had lived in the house and Marianne hoped it would stay like that.

Her bag was packed, and she was confident. Marianne had size suitcases, full of
clothing and the occasional magazine or book. Marianne bit her lip, she tried to think
positive. Beauxbatons was a school, she would be fine. People would envy her as usual.
They will, she knew it. She will make friends in a millisecond, she always has. Maybe she
will get a boyfriend or girlfriend. Marianne was very open about her sexuality. She might
as well have tattooed ‘I AM BISEXUAL’ on her forehead. Telling her family was as easy as
cutting a carrot; it took only a few minutes. Her family were a little shocked at first, but
all families are.
Marianne breathed heavily and walked towards her mother, she kissed her on the cheek
and smiled.
‘Au revoir’ Marianne said, walking out of the door.

Definitely Sournois! Remember at Beauxbatons alcohol is PROHIBITED!

[Ruby Herbert]

General Information

First Name: Ruby
Middle name(s): Elizabeth
Last Name: Herbert
Heritage/Blood: Pure-blood
Spoken Languages: French, English
Place of Birth: Paris.
Age/Date of Birth: 15/1st July
Zodiac: Cancer

Looks

Eyes: Chocolate brown
Hair: Dark brown
Height: 4'9
General Appearance: She has dark brown hair that sometimes looks black at night that go well with her chocolate brown eyes.
Dressing Style: She wears a lot of different clothes and it depends on her mood. If she is happy she would wear bright clothes but if she was sad or angry she would wear dark clothes.

Personality:
She is polite to most people, well those she thinks deserves to be treated with politeness and she is very confident. She doesn't think before she speaks and sometimes says stuff that is best not said. She doesn't back down, ever, from a fight which can get her into trouble. She likes to work hard and succeed in all she does though sometimes, when she fails, she gets angry and can throw quite a temper. She likes animals as well as learning and potion making. She doesn't like failing at anything and will always try and do her best. She is very good at brewing potions and as well as listening to others which is a strength she doesn't use often. She is not very good at holding her tongue and thinking before she speaks or walking away from situations.

Personal History

Parents: Adam -Father, Georgiana- Mother.
Siblings: Willow
Background Story:

Ruby doesn't remember much about her past life, the earliest she can remember is when she was eight and found out she had a family. They weren’t just anyone though, they were witches and wizards, and so was she. She didn't believe it at first because that was something from her books but her mother and father taught her a lot of magic and how to brew potions and she found she had a talent for them.

She doesn't look like any one from her family; they all have blond hair and blue eyes while she has brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She always thought it must be from her grandmother who she never met but saw pictures of. She got teased by some of the neighborhood kids about how she was different from her family. She felt like an outcast and soon stuck to hiding in the house. She used to never go out and her mother would try and take her out to trips and to parks but she would always refuse.

Willow soon stopped going out and stayed inside with her, playing with her or reading to her. Ruby started to grow more confident and soon was out of the house and around. She ignored the ones who told her she was an outcast and just shrugged it off, though it hurt deep down. Willow was always with her and kept a close eye on her. She always felt like Willow was her guardian angel and she would keep harm out of way. There was a down side to the taunts of the other kids, she began to be paranoid about whether or not she was actually part of the family. Her mother and father would never tell her and just made her study hard, brewing potions, learning spells, finding out the right wand movements. She had a lot of reading to do but she loved reading and didn't mind so much but the doubt in her head kept her from doing her best. The plus side was that finally she gained some immune power to people teasing her and has made her more determined to succeed in life which sometimes makes her cocky and arrogant.

Minor Details

Pets: Owl called Prince and a cat called Koo
Wand: Unicorn Hair, Redwood, 9.99 inches
Quidditch position: Seeker
Anything else?: She can control the element Air but not fully in control of it.

rp sample:

Her long cloak was swaying in the breeze that blew softly around her, lifting her brown hair up and whipping it around her face as she walked back to her house. The soft tap tap of her shoes as she walked across the pavement that led up to her front foor, her chocolate brown eyes scanned the area in which she was in occasionally bowing her head to passers by who said hi to her. She has just come back from visiting her cousin, Louise, who lived a few blocks away from her house and had to leave early as her mother and father didn't like her cousin because she she was a squib and they didn't like anyone of none magical folk. She didn't mind Louise as she got to learn a lot about the muggle world and how things work, she didn't dare tell her parents this as they would disaprove and she didn't want to make her parents mad.

Reaching her house door she pushed it aside and peeking her head around the door, her brown hair falling around her as she saw no one in the living room. Though she couldn't see much from the angel in which she was standing. Walking further into the room she bowed her head, her hair falling around her face and covering her eyes when she saw the look her mother and father had given her. A dissapointed look which meant they knew where she had been and that was not a goo thing. "Mother. Father." She nodded to both of them in her acknowledgment, her father nodded to the chair opposite them which she sunk into. Rising her head and staring at her fathers eyes and not backing down from the glare. "Where have yo been?" She heard her father ask as her mother huffed. "Around cousin Louise's father." There was no point lying, they knew.

"Did we say you could go there?" Her mother put in, making Ruby wince insdie but her eyes o swivel over to her mother, her brown eyes was dark and emotionless. "I am sorry mother, I thought you told me that I could go out. I wasn't aware that I had been banned from seeing my cousin, mother." She spoke softly, barely a whisper but her mother could hear her perfectly. Her french accent made her voice carry more so they could hear her. "Well, ask before going over there so we can give you a time limit. I do not want you associating with muggles." Her mother huffed and Ruby had to ball her hands into fist at the anger bubbling up in her. "A squib." She corrected which got her a glare from her father. "Do not correct your mother." He didn't raise his voice but the authority in it was clear, bowing her head she spoke in a monotone. "Sorry mother, father." She nodded to each of them. "Fine. You may leave." Her father dismissed her, Ruby rising to her feet and walking away and up to her room.

Please write minimum one paragraph of your personality, not list your qualities and flaws.

Please add the RP sample as well.

ANOTHER Sournois. This house will make you achieve your goals the best!

[candy101]

First Name: Emilie Lin
Last Name: Rousseau
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: Emilie stands at around 5'6 tall and has a slim and toned body shape.She has long, brown hair which she will either wear straight or wavey. Blue eyes shine out with their brightness. Clothing wise, Emilie can usually be seen in anything from jeans, to skirts and dresses. She likes to feel comfortable.
History: Emilie Lin Rousseau was born in Paris, France to Allison Schellden a veela and Michel Rousseau a wizerd on November 23, 1992 She lived in Paris learning both French and English for 5 years before her parents moved to London so Michel could fulfil his dream of being and Auror. It was about this time that Emilie started showing signs of magic when she accidently caused one of the boxes containing her fathers books to explode as she was angry at moving. Although caring, her parents were both very busy and often left Emilie to herself and she discovered at a young age that she was able to get what she wanted by using charm and her looks. Once in London Emilie attended a muggle school at her mothers request and found that she was able to use her charm to get her own way on most occasions. Despite this she was well liked throughout school and had many close friends and they formed the popular group. This was where her love of fashion was formed, they would often spend their saturdays shopping and Emilie's fathers inheritance meant that she had almost unlimited funds.

Having grown up with magic around her she was unsurprised to get her letter to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic , but was still upset about not being able to attend school with her friends. When they heard that she was going to Boarding school they stopped hanging out with her and started to blank her at school. So Emilie turned her attention to her work, which she was actually quite good at and in her 5 years at Beauxbatons has made few close friends as she spends much time reading and has also become rather judgemental of people which puts people off.

Personality: Emilie takes a while to warm up to most people. You can think she's crazy, or think she's amazing, but either way, she can somehow end up on people's minds. Her tendencies don't often leave her with a lot of friends, but once she makes a friend, it takes a lot to break the trust.
She seems like a totally different person once she's stepped onto stage. She seems cool,confidant and ready to face what ever happens. Once she's on stage she becomes spastic and she's alway jumping around on stage, playing and singing to her heart content. Emilie may come off as a major tomboy, but inside, she's a bit more girly. She likes to keep a healthy balance between the two. She takes pride in being known as someone who can kick some major ass and be one of the guys, but also wants to be someone's girl.


Sample RP: "Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your window... I am in the dark beside you, buried sweetly in your yellow hair!" Stelmaria Larfield sung, screeching at the top of her lungs. Obviously her parents weren't enjoying this, and they weren't too pleased to have taken her to see Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street the night before... Her brother and sister both winced in pain as she sung the last, terrifyingly high notes (for her) and conclude the song.

"Er... that was... uhm..." her father started as he continued to drive the car, trying to find a proper word for her singing. New? Beautiful? Amazing? Stella thought, beaming at the back of her father's head.

"You sucked." her brother, Jason said simply, blowing his tongue out of his lips as if to make his point stronger.

"Oh, gee. Thanks so much Jase. At least I'm better then you." she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She blew some of the straight blond locks out of her eyes as her cheeks reddened with annoyance and slight humiliation. Her father and mother had insisted on everyone going to see her off at the school on her way to their house. Of course, Genevieve and Jason had not been pleased. Who wants to go see their sister off to a new school when they were just too lazy to get off their sorry butts at ten AM and give her a quick hug and a kiss goodbye? Though, Stella was expecting more of a noogie and a tickle-fest rather then a hug.

Please expand your personality more by mentioning what she likes and what she dislikes!

[wehsocba]

First Name: Ambra
Last Name: Lee
Age: 16
History: Ambra was born on September 5th, 1994 to her parents Johnathon and Rachel Lee. She grew with her brother Eric on a small farm 10 miles away from Paris. Her mother would home school her and her brother. While she wasn't learning she'd run around the farm. Usually playing with the dogs or cats, or maybe just hanging out in the barn with Eric. Ambra found out she was a witch one day when she was out fishing. Let's just say that there was a fish fry, without the fire. Her parents were happy for her when she got the letter to go to Beauxbatons.
Likes: animals( preferably cats ), country air, flute music, the stars, to test her abilities no matter the difficulty, daisys, dandelions, spring, swimming
Dislikes: animal cruelty, pink, winter, taking care of the farm animals in summer, carnations, mosquitos, leeches
Personality: Not having grown up around other people besides her family she can be very quiet. Although thanks to her brother, you do not want her as an enemy. She is not afraid to tackle anyone and start a fight. Things that can really get her mad are cruelty to animals or negative comments about where she grew up. Other than that, if you break her shell of quietness, you'll find that she can be sweet.
Sample RP:
Ambra looked through her trunk once more. She fingered through her clothes, diary, and the small objects she packed. " Everything is here," she thought as she closed her trunk. The carriage would be here soon taking her to Beauxbatons. Her parents had said good bye earlier because they had to go to the closest town to pick up some feed for the animals.

Ambra knew her brother was waiting downstairs to either start a fight or say goodbye to her. Leaving the farm would be sad for her, but her sense of adventure wanted to leave and see Beauxbatons. She always followed her sense of adventure. Smiling slightly she picked up her trunk and walked downstairs to where her brother was.

I never thought you'd be the first to leave this farm, her brother said as she walked in. Not wanting to get in a fight with her brother right now she said," I'll be coming back for vacation." That made her brother smile,that's good I thought you were just going to leave me behind. He walked up and hugged her. Make sure you write, and no fighting while I'm not around. She stepped on his foot for that one. " I only fight when I need to. " He pulled back and rubbed his foot. "And anyway the carriage is here, I'll see you sometime Eric. " She smiled and walked outside. Her brother watched from the window. Ambra got into the carriage with her trunk, looking forward to her many new adventures.

Hmm... I think Sournois for you.