Sorting (Term Sixteen)

[blairemadison]

ELLEN BLAIRE MADISON

Age: sixteen.

History: on a warm night, the fireflies were out, the stars were abroad, and the moon was high. ellen blaire madison was born on this night, to kathy madison and james madison. her baby life was nothing fancy, but not so bad. she wasnt spoiled like her older sister jenna. blaire rarely ever got the attention, which is unusual for a baby. blaire grew up never getting much attention from her parents. maybe thats why she is the way she is. but, nevertheless she turned out pretty good. blaire is a very intellectual girl, she has an open mind filled with dreams, hopes, and ambitions.

in blaires early childhood years, she spent time in her room usually reading or drawing. sometimes she would plant some flowers and tend to them, but she had never had a herbology class to know how to tend to the harder ones. blaire was never complimented on her beauty by her parents, like said earlier they never really payed attention to her. that is possibly why she goes over the top when she gets dressed; she was never noticed by her parents, and that sad feeling inside her wants to get recognized. if someone saw blaire, they would think that spoiled little rich girl, what does she have to be sad about. well for starters they werent rich, they were actually lower class. but her parents always tried to be something they werent.

when blaire was six years old, her parents threw her a birthday party. that party ended a disaster. her sister ended up opening all the presents for her, and blaire didnt even get a happy birthday song. as always, everyone was focused on jenna. when blaire was eight years old, jenna made her mad by taking all her books and burning them. it made blaire so furious that she started shaking and every piece of glass in the room was randomly shattered. that was when she discovered her magical abilities. her parents always said if she wasnt a witch then they would disown her.

when blaire was twelve years old she started playing quidditch, and she loved it. she was a chaser for her team, and she was an okay one. she wasnt extraordinary at it, but she was decent. she had fun when she played quidditch, so i guess thats all that matters. she stuck to being in her room all alone and reading, drawing, thinking, and just laying there. some of her hobbies included planting, cooking, and crafty arts. when it came to fashion she always had stylish clothes, and was raised to have stylish clothes; that is probably because her parents tried to be something they were not.

so thats blaire; she loves quidditch, reading, drawing, cooking, cleaning, crafty arts, planting, and fashion. she is her quite self, and tends to stay that way. friends are not a necessity for her, but a few wouldnt bother her. she has her flaws and she has her perfections. she is nothing extraordinary, in fact she is just average. sometimes she can be a little bit below average.

Personality: blaire is kind girl. she is quiet and shy, and has an imagination of three people in one. she loves to ponder in the world of creativity. she often sticks to herself and just reads or draws. she is sweet, nice, and caring. blaire is honest, faithful, and hardworking. she is very intelligent, and has a witty mind. even though she has perfections she also has flaws. she is not courageous at all. she has a bad ego, i guess thats because her parents raised her that way.

if anyone ever had a problem, they could always confide in blaire. she always was there with open arms, and listening ears. blaire always helped people that needed it, and she always speaks her mind. i guess that is the thing about being truthful, sometimes you say to much.

Sample RP: the thoughts raced through her mind. she turned in every direction, looking down every alley and still saw no escape. she took a deep breath, and tears flooded her eyes. fear sped through her veins quick into her heart. her pulse got faster and faster, and so enough to fast. the adrenalin started pumping, and soon enough her body was shaking. she started into a run, escaping misery and chaos. but would she ever get away ?

blaire looked out the window of her dorm at beauxbatons. the outside was muggy, and gloomy. it was the kind of day she loathed. she grabbed her books, and went through the door. as she walked slowly through beauxbatons, she thought about her parents back home, and if they ever thought of her. she wished her parents payed more attention to her, but she would deal with what she got. the week was exam week, and she had been studying her arse off. her hardest subject was defense against the dark arts and dark arts. she just didnt like studying or learning about dark magic, it was unnecessary.

she went outside into the misty air. it looked like the kind of weather you would have at a funeral. she sat on a stone bench in the courtyard and pulled out a book. crossing her legs, she put her hand on her chin and began to ponder in the world of divination. divination was possibly her favorite subject, she loved the future and loved learning about it. some people call her a freak, but she dont care. she is who she is, and she wouldnt change for no one.

I'm thinking Cossu for this lady!

[loui]

First Name:Louise
Last Name:Bentfield
Age:17
Appearance:
History:What little Louise Amanda Bentfield didn’t know about herself, and her parents refused to tell her, is that within her soul there was evil. The Death Eaters made a deal with her parents earlier in life, when Nicola, her mother, was giving birth to Louise, she was born sick with a curse. Her curse was that every once a month she would give a scream and everything made of glass around her would brake. A year after she was born Brian, her father, couldn’t take it anymore so he made a deal with nicola, they were going to look for someone that would fix her.

His work collegue was friends with a death eater so, he asked him to see if the death eater could help him with his daughters curse, he said yes, Brian was really happy, he went home and told Nicola that, both of them went to see the death eater named charles the next day. They explained the situation to charles and he asked for a moment to examine louise, he saw that she was destined to be one of them in the future, he told his superior and he ordered to steal the child and bring her to him someday when she’s older. Charles took the curse away for a couple of years, but when she reached nearly 11 years an accident happend.

She got pretty mad at the parents beacause they wouldn’t let her buy an outfit that she really wanted, her eyes turned red and somethings started to brake and she screamed very loud. Brian and Nicola were worried so they looked for Charles and found him, they filled him in on what happend, Charles said it was no big deal, just an anger problem.

The next week someone broke into their house and took louise with them, she screamed and screamed but no one noticed a thing, in the morning the parents saw she wasn’t there, they went to the ministry of magic to report the case, they said they would help look for her. The death eaters kept louise locked up for 3 weeks, then they took her out one night in a full moon, louise strugled and shouted for help. Someone close to the place heard the screaming and went to check it out, he called the ministry of magic to send someone to help her. They notified the parents and told them they were going to save their daughter .

They called the most expered wizards and they went there right away, they faught the 5 death eaters and saved Louise, she was terrified but after being in her parents arms again she felt safe, they decided to tell her that she was special and diferent from all the other kids, she had to control her rage or some bad stuff might happen. After some therapy of anger manadgement she kinda got over her evil side and is dedicated to live a normal life.

Personality:Louise is a kind person to who deserves it, she’s someone you would like to have around you for a good laugh, although sometimes she might be a little anoying to people she dislikes. She has a diferent sense of humor then other people, she is quite sensitive beacause she grew up in a little town, there were lots of robers and bad people, other kids used to mock her when she was little, but recently she learned to not listen to what other people say and she just is herself and ignores other people’s insults. She enjoys listening to the 80’s music, and mostly every type besides soul, she also plays football as a hobby.

She likes to be friends with nice people, not stuck ups, but she’s very reserved to herself if a stranger comes and talks to her, she only shows her true personality when she gets to know the other person better, but sometimes her personality is so ther one minute and gone the other, she has some trust issues due to her childhood. Louise believes everything in life happens for a reason, in her life, and in everyone else’s, so she doesn’t plan her life, she just goes with the flow.

Sample RP:Louise starts dreaming she is in the hands of two of the most wanted criminals, and they had wands and they wanted to kill her but she ran away and she was on the way home when everything started to fade away. An owl was making noise at the window and it woke up her up. She woke up from her long sleep due too last night she was surfing the internet and looking for the scores of the football games, being that her favorite hobbie, she went to the dorm’s bathroom to freshin up for breakfast, and suddenly remembered she forgot to study for her potions class test.

She rushes down and grabs a bite to eat and comes quickly back to her dorm, and starts concentrating, but studying was never her strong spot, mainly beacause potions was one of the areas that she detested, but she had to do it. She sits her ass on the bed and starts opening a book but her mind wanders off, she starts day-dreaming that she is in a concert but the stupid owl was there again and Louise started to think maybe it was haunting her since the week before she was bored and was trowing popcorn out the window and to the owl’s tree, maybe it was revenge.

She got most of what was in the books, she was positive about the test, but as they say, you shouldn’t study right before it. She made her way to the downstairs saying hi to all the friends that she ran through, she trained her football skils and after about 20 minutes she went to the pond and started staring at it, just plainly thinking about life, everything happend for a reason but maybe if her childhood happened in a diferent way she wouldn’t be like that, but then she thought, she didn’t want that to happend beacause she loved herself. Now she’s making her way to the test and hope it goes all good.


Hmm... I can't see Cossu, or Sournois, then ROUERIE.

[angelgirl92]

First Name: Andriel

Last Name: Ayers

Age: 17

Appearance: www.leninimports.com/kate_winslet_gallery_37.jpg

History: Andriel Ayers was born in London, England. She is the oldest daughter born to her parents, she has 4 siblings, 3 little sisters, and 1 little brother. She and her family travel a lot so her and her brother and sisters are all home schooled, she has helped raise all the kids since they were born and has always been very close to her family.

Her parents work security for different things and are never around and hardly have to for her, she doesn't know many of the infinite details about her parents jobs, she only knows that they are always busy. She has never really liked the fact that she had to grow up really fast, but she has grown to accept it. Her family has never been found wanting when it comes to money, she and her siblings have all been given everything they have ever wanted, though she realizes that things aren't always cheap.

She has never had many close friends due to the constant traveling, and she really feels alone and sad because she has never had a close relationship to much of anyone. She has never had much personal time just for her because she is always busy helping with the kids, but when she does get time alone she loves to sing, dance, act, write, read, paint, or just sit and enjoy a nice view.

She has always loved nature, anytime she even needed to escape she would simply just go for a walk and enjoy the nature around her, which has kind of turned out in nature being a comfort for her. She is hoping for a change in her future while now being able to attend school, she is hoping to get over her nerves and be able to meet new people and make lots of new friends.

Personality: Andriel is a very shy girl due to the fact that she has never had time to go meet people because she has always been busy raising her siblings. She is very artistic and absolutely loves fine arts such as dancing, acting, and singing. She also enjoys more classical arts such as drawing and writing. She is a very sweet young lady who has a very loving, caring nature.

She loves little kids yet gets along really well with older people. She is very mature for her age due to the fact that she had to buckle down and be responsible and grow up so fast at such a young age. She is a very honest and trustworthy person.

She is very reliable due to the fact that so many people have had to rely on her even with her young age. She has a very bright personality and if she ever gets the chance to show it, she can be a very brilliant and great friend. She is the girl who typically when entering a room will be spotted sitting alone in the far back corner just because she feels strangely out of place being surrounded by people she has never had a chance to get to know.

Sample RP: Andriel was so completely nervous when she arrived at the school, she had never been to an actual school campus before. She had grown up home-schooled and helping take care of teaching her siblings. As she walked up to the huge front doors her hands began to shake a little. I don't know anyone here, there is no way I'm going to make any friends here. It will be the same here as it has been at any place I have ever been. She thought to herself as she slowly reached her hand out to the door to push it open.

As the door moved out of her way it opened into a brilliantly lit entrance hall. The stone castle setting was magnificent, she had never seen anything like it. She froze in the doorway and looked around examining the size and splendor of the grand hall. Finally, she managed to move herself into the hall way and slowly started looking around to try to find the girls corridors.

She spent a couple hours looking and trying to locate the rooms, she passed many other students and teachers, but never had the nerve to walk up and say anything to them, or even ask for directions. Eventally she managed to find where she was going on her own, as she walked into the corridor she noticed that it was almost completely empty of people except for two or three girls scattered across the enormous room.

She went and found an empty room where she could set her stuff down. It didn't take but a couple minutes for her to find a quiet room at the end of the corridor that seemed to be slightly off to itself. The room was breath-taking. The way the sunlight coming through the windows lit up the room left her standing in awe at how lovely a room could look.

She finally found her way to the bed closest to the window and farthest from the door and slung her chest of clothes onto the bed. She wasted no time in unpacking her stuff. Soon her under shirts filled the first drawer of her chest of drawers, her shorts filled the second, and her socks and under garments were in the third. Her over shirts, jeans, and cloaks all filled the closet space.

After she had emptied her traveling chest she placed it at the foot of her bed and smoothed her sheets onto her bed and got her pillows in order before plopping onto the center of her bed and grabbing a book from her messanger bag that she had placed on the back of the chair in front of her desk. She looked at the cover, then looked up around the room. I can't believe I'm actually here. I can't believe this is actually it. What on earth am I going to do? I don't know anyone here and they are all probably going to think I'm weird. She thought to herself while opening her book to the first page and beginning to read in an attempt to lose herself in an alternate universe.

She sounds like a Cossu student to me...

[zoey]

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[/b] Italian Spanish, Romanian, and (basic) Latin.[/ul]
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[/s] Wulfe Syne – Wizard – Pure-Blood – Father
Koraline Abbott-du Vallon – Witch – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Mother – Deceased
Diana Syne – Witch – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Sister
Paine Syne – Witch – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Sister
Annabelle Syne – Witch – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Sister*
Rosabelle Syne – Witch – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Sister*
Isabelle Syne – Witch – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Sister*
Demetri Syne – Wizard – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Brother
Shaon Syne – Wizard – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Brother*
Shane Syne – Wizard – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Brother*
Shauna Syne – Witch – Pure-Blood – 1/8 Veela – Sister*
Renee Syne – Unknown – Pure-Blood 1/8 Veela – Sister – Deceased [/ul]
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[/b] is a word that many use to describe Ronnie. Perhaps it is because he is kind and charming around friends, but around strangers is very cruel and caustic. though even when he’s around his friends, Ronnie is very caustic and slightly mocking; but it is more in a friendlier way then he is when he is around a stranger, in fact when he’s around a stranger Ronnie’s crueler side comes out to play. Another reason why Ronnie is considered to be complex is that he detaches himself and tries to not become close with people, but is quite caring and kind. But that is only after he opens up his heart to you, which takes a lot for that to happen for him.
PROTECTIVE is another characteristic that Ronnie has. He is protective of his friends and family, but also himself. He is very untrusting and is a bit cynical. Perhaps it is because one of his friends was a Werewolf and Ronnie had never been told by him. He does try to open up to people, but he finds it to be extremely difficult; this is something that developed after his mother’s death originally Ronnie was very trusting and kind to all. Something he won’t admit to anyone, other the ones he TRULY trusts with his heart and soul, is that he still is not over the death of his mother and Renee, which is another reason why he is so protective of everyone.
WITTY is a second language for Ronnie. In other words, Ronnie is very sarcastic and cruel. At times it is just because he just does not like you or it is him just being him. Something that he won’t tell anyone but is the truth is that Ronnie uses his wit and sarcasm as a defense mechanism. He still is wounded over the death of his mother and sister and feels that if he uses enough sarcasm that it will keep people away. But when Ronnie uses it around his friends, it is just him being silly. Usually he’ll mock and tease, but it is only out of love and fun.
CREATIVE is a gift he’s had since he was a child. It is something he got from his mother. His artistic and creative side is the very thing that allows him to free his true emotions to the world, unfortunately he is not trusting enough to show it to the world. If you do actually see his works of arts and pieces, it means that he trusts you enough that he’s willing to let you see his true self. Art is also something that allows him to be free from everything. It is also something that makes him feel as if his mother is still around.
BOOKWORM is something he has been since he was a child. As a kid he adored the world of literature for various reasons, but one of his main ones was that it allowed him to be close to his mom. But it also gave him the chance to be free from all the pains of the world. It offered protection and safety from the things that seemed to constantly harm him in some way, which he loved about it so much. But it also gave him ideas about everything in the world.
HEAD-STRONG is an understatement when describing Ronnie. He is very opinionated too and his stubborn personality shines through whenever he argues about his beliefs. It also shows whenever he is working on something. He always tries to complete it all, especially since he hates when things are left uncompleted. He is also a fighter, and whenever he does fight he always will make sure his point gets across no matter what.
INTELLIGENT may have been implied, but intelligent is what Ronnie is. He is a very fast learner and is very fast on his feet. Unfortunately after he learns something he’ll become bored, unless he is intrigued by it. That is when he’ll do everything he can to learn about something. He is always finding loop holes and solutions to a lot of things whenever they don’t go his way. But that is only when he feels that it is absolutely necessary, otherwise he’ll just leave it be.
CHARMING something that seems to be impossible with Ronnie is actually something he has gotten drilled into his head by his mother. Whenever he finds a girl he really likes, he becomes a charming gentleman. He is also like this whenever he feels that someone reminds him of his sisters. But usually Ronnie tries not be charming and a gentleman because he feels that it will allow people to become close to him.[/ul]
Sample RP:

[/i] washroom.

Legend has it that a girl once died in these very stalls. Of course, no one really knows why she died. He wrinkled his nose as he thought of all the possibilities. His mind wondered who was the one that busted the door open. What did the scene look like? A shudder passed throughout his body. It couldn’t have been pretty. The gruesome images that he conjured up just proves that the power of imagination is very great indeed. Either way, there was a reason why the majority of the student population didn’t dare to venture here. Ron tensed at the occasional sounds of sniffling. Was the ghost back already? He would have groaned out loud, but didn’t want to risk her hearing him. Myrtle was weird. Of course, Ronnie couldn’t really blame her. For the most part, she seemed to enjoy just staring at him. However, there were occasions where she would attempt to talk to him. That was awkward.

“Eugh. I’ve got to follow the… instructions. Bugger. Where did I put that piece of parchment? Man, I can’t be caught by a Prefect!” After scrambling through the supplies for five minutes, he finally found the piece of paper. It was midday, but security around the castle has gotten more uptight in the recent months. He should know. After all, he was a Prefect. Even though he had been unsure of the responsibility placed upon him at the beginning of the year, Ronnie has learned to enjoy patrolling the halls and organizing the duties and schedules of the Prefects. It would be terrible if he got caught by one of his own "helpers". If they stayed on task, they shouldn’t come anywhere near Myrtle’s bathroom though. So the only risk came from the unexpected. That was not so bad. Ronnie could improvise and make up some scenario. It is his belief that he could charm his way out of the situation.

After tossing the ingredients in, the instructions called for 5 beats and 10 whisks. Well, Ronnie was no expert in Potions, regardless of his interest in becoming an Auror. He preformed the necessary actions before waiting. Potions was so boring all the time. Where was the fun in waiting around for 20 minutes? Great. Maybe he should have brought a book or something. Now that he was finally a Sixth Year, there seemed to be a never-ending load of homework awaiting him every night. Catching up on some sleep seems like a good idea too. He yawned before settling into a comfortable position in front of the cauldron. No one should disturb him… according to his calculations, at least. “Well, potion for changing the Slytherins’ hair from nasty to a pretty pink color, it’s just you and me. Behave while I get a little rest... So, um, don't boil over or anything. I'm talking to inanimate objects, but you get the drift, right[/color]”[/ul][/size][/font]
Hmmm... I have my reasons when is say Sournois.

[jezebel]

First Name:

Jezebel

Middle Name:

Mary

Last Name:

Shay

Nickname:

Jez

Blood:

Demonic/Witch

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

Personality:

Jez is very practical when it comes to doing certain tasks, shopping would be a prefect example of this. Whenever she goes out and tries to but herself some new things every now and again she always thinks about if she really needs it or if it'll just sit around in her home untouched. She is also like this when it comes to choosing her friends and love interests. She tries to look to the future to see if the relationship will be of any use to her, or if it's a love interest, if it will go anywhere in the future. Jez isn't exactly sure why she does this because especially when it comes to relationships she does tend to miss out on a lot of fun and normally spends most of her time single because of this. She tries to find friends who she can benefit from having; like if she will actually have fun with them, they'll be able to help her in school, etc. If they don't really seem slightly useful to her she will just toss them aside. Because of this Jezebel can sometimes come off as shallow or thoughtless toward another's feelings, which a lot of the time she is. She doesn't exactly care about what people thing of her though, and would much rather people know who she is than no one knowing her at all. Even if they know her for more bad things than good.

Jezebel can be pretty controlling of certain situations, especially if the outcome will make or break her reputation. She loves to be incharge of others and because of this one day she wishes to be a film director or a C.E.O. of a large company just so she can continue to tell others what to do once she's older. Sometimes her controlling ways can get out of hang and she can seem to be a complete witch with a capital "B", but her intentions are always good from beginning to end. Though she does always try to look at the glass as half full rather than empty whenever she possibly can and tries to get others to do the same by using her normally bubbly part of her personality. When she's not being bossy, shallow, or practical she's normally a very bubbly and kind person especially to people she just meets. No one really sees her 'real personality' until they've known her for longer than a few days, or until she's completely comfortable with them. Though behind her bubbly front she can be fairly greedy especially when it comes to money and fame. it's been her life long dream to be a famous singer or actress, just like most girls her age, and she's been trying to peruse it ever since she was about ten years of age.

Even so she does love money and fame Jez is still very thankful of what her family has given her and wouldn't trade her life for anything in the world. Because of everything she's gone through she has a good judgment when it comes to people, especially men, and never puts herself into any situation where she feels it's even the slightest bit dangerous. Jez can act pretty motherly towards others too, though mostly just her close friends and family, but from time to time she acts motherly around strangers as well. This ties into her bossy ways. She does boss her friends around, but only in a way a mother would. For example she would sometimes tell her friends "Sit up straight," or "don't talk with your mouth full." Though Jez is dying slowly she never talks about it with her friends in fear they will treat her like a glass figurine and will try and monitor everything she does. She wants to live a normal life as long as she possibly can until the disease consumes her completely. People can sometimes find her to be pale and making excuses whenever she's in intense pain and normally blames it on her 'women problems' to keep the conversation on it form prolonging.

Family:

Father:
Michael Austin Shay -- Wizard -- 45

Mother:
Penelope Cleo Shay -- Demon -- 42

Siblings:
Zachary Andrew Shay -- Brother -- Mix -- 21
Derek Cole Shay -- Brother -- Mix -- 19
Johnny Marcus Shay -- Twin Brother -- Mix -- 17
Keith David Shay -- Brother -- Mix -- 15
Aaron Blake Shay -- Brother -- Mix -- 13

Children:
Hope Diana Shay -- Daughter -- Vamp/Witch/Demon -- 4

Others:
Christopher Jackson Black -- Daemon's Father -- Vampire -- 48
Layla April Black -- Daemon's Mother -- Vampire -- 47
Daemon James Black -- Hope's Father -- Vampire -- 20

History:

Jez was born to Michael and Penelope Shay on April 1st, along with her twin brother Johnny. the two were named after charters in their mother's favorite song "Angry Johnny" by Poe. though Jezebel never really understood why her mother would name two children after a song, but even so she does adore her name. Jezebel was born the only girl in her family and because of that she was mostly close to her twin brother and her mother. Though from time to time her and her brothers would spar with each other and practice their fighting and fencing skills as well as their demonic and wizardry powers too. Her family was fairly wealthy so she and her twin brother would normally go off and travel Europe and the rest of the world together, it was just how the two bonded. Once Jezebel turned twelve she met a boy named Daemon, who was three years older than her. She was completely convinced that the two were in love and she was already planning their future together in her mind as the two continued with their relationship. Though while Jezebel was off in the land of love and joy, Johnny disapproved of Daemon from the moment he saw him when Jez brought him back home to meet her family.

It wasn't until she turned thirteen where their relationship began to become more physical than it was emotional and that's when Johnny began to try and persuade Jezebel to think about her actions clearly. She figured her brother was only jealous that she was spending more time with daemon than she was with him and would always ignore his lectures and pleas. Not long after she became pregnant and decided it would be best for her to keep her child, but Daemon wanted no part of her ideas of the three being 'one big happy family' and took off. She was completely devastated and began to think that having a child at her age was actually a complete mistake, but it was much to late and she was already three months pregnant. Johnny never told Jez 'I told you so' or even hinted to it. He stayed by his sister's side and was even in the delivery room holding her hand when her baby was born. Once Hope was brought into Jezebel's life she viewed the world completely different than what she had before. It was more of a beautiful place than it was depressing and lonely as it had been when Daemon left. It seemed as though her luck was beginning to turn back into something negative when jezebel began to feel massive pain in her sides when she turned sixteen.

Her mother took her to the hospital to get her checked out and she was quickly diagnosed with leukemia, the family was torn and afraid for losing their sister/daughter. Jezebel never gave up hope that her cancer would soon be cured until the hospital told her family it had spread too far through her body and an operation would be out of the question. Even so she has a lesser chance at life than the normal cancer patient she still tries to look on the brighter side of things to keep her family happy and not worrying about her. Jezebel still tries to be just as active as she used to be and secretly spars with Johnny whenever she allows her to. The Shay family was somewhat reluctant to allow Jezebel to go off to beauxbaton academy by herself, in fear that she would get hurt or become ill. Though with a few days of persuading she was able to get them to allow her to attend the academy.

Sample RP:

It had been a while since Jezebel had been to an aquarium, and it would also be the first time her daughter, Hope, would have been to one as well. Since the greenwich aquarium was only a few minutes away by car Jezebel thought it would be a perfect chance for her and her daughter to bond a bit as well as see a couple of sea turtles and other marine animals. It was about nine when Jezebel woke up in her box filled apartment to her baby monitor screaming at her from her night stand. Jumping out of bed she rushed quickly into her daughter's room where she found Hope laughing and playing with her stuffed rabbit. Jezebel smiled to herself as she watched her beautiful child happily, but also remembering the darker times when Daemon left her because she was pregnant. He's really missing out, Alara thought as she picked up her daughter and hugged her tightly to herself. "Mommy? Are you sad?" Shaking her head no she gave Hope a reassuring smile which she returned.

"So what should we do today honey bee?" Though before Jezebel could finish speaking her daughter shouted happily, "SEA TURTLES!" She let out a small laugh as she placed Hope on her high chair and began to cook the two a breakfast of waffles, eggs, and bacon then made herself a small cup of coffee to wake up a bit. As she sat there and watched Hope eat she laughed as drops of syrup dripped down her chin and onto the small white table on her chair in between sips of coffee. Once Hope was finished and the two were all cleaned up and ready for the day Jezebel took out her phone grimly and left a message for Daemon. Something she always did whenever Hope was about to experience something new; Jezebel always wanted to keep him in the loop of things. "Hey...Daemon. It's me again, Jezebel. I'm taking Hope to the aquarium for the first time. I thought you might want to know...She's excited to see the sea turtles...Please call me back...for once...I love you...bye."

Once she shut her phone she made a few sandwiches for the two and packed a watter bottle and a few juice boxes for her daughter into one of her larger purses. Jezebel walked with Hope to the car, she strapped Hope into her car seat and the two were off to the aquarium for a day filled with sea turtles, polar bears, and jelly fish. Once the two had reached the aquarium Hope was hopping around Jezebel while chanting "turtles, turtles, turtles, turtles..." over and over again as Jezebel laughed and blushed as other families watched the two. Apparently they've never seen an seventeen-year-old with a child before, huh? thought Jezebel as she paid their way into the aquarium. Hope began to pull Jezebel this way and that toward different exhibits while oohing and awing at the many different types of creatures behind the glass as Jezebel lifted her up each time so she could get a better look.

...Rouerie

[thomlina]


First Name: Junlilly

Last Name: Marrel

Age: 14

History: Junlilly Marell was born November 18 1994 to proud parents of Sara Marrel and John Marrel. John died when Junlilly was 4. He was out at sea fishing since the family owned a fishing feright which had to be sold after this treibble incident. So Sara raised Junlilly alone with her part time job as a local tavern waitress. the family barley gets by and Junlilly never really had time to be a kid. since all her childhood she delivered papers top the richer people of the island. Even though Junlilly and her mum have to work all the time they still have time to hang out and are very close. With having to work Junlilly never did very good in school and she has a c average. But loves to learn and wants to get better - she just never had the chance to. Also her father was a wizard but never told his wife or junlilly so junlilly was very excited to be attending.

Personality: Junlilly can be very shy at times but she can still be outgoing in her own way. The kids at school are always making fun of the way her and her mum live and about how rich they are. Junlilly could care less about money and usally just ingnores them. Though i'm sure she would love to show them that she's not as weak and helpless as they think she is.

Sample RP: The sun shone into the window of Junlilly's window. Another day more torture she thought. but still got up anyway. Junlilly's room consisted of a bed a side table and a small desk in one corner. She didn't have much but was glad for what she got. It could be worse Junlilly thought looking around. Today was saturday so she didn't have to get up at 6:00am but she still had to deliver the afternoon paper. After pulling on a t-shirt that looked clean and a pair of hand me down jeans she was ready to go. Junlilly opened the door and walked out into the living room /kichen/dining area/ mum’s bedroom to see it empty as usal. Her mum had already left and wouldn't be back till late. Junlilly sat down to a bowl of dry cornflakes and began eating. The room she was eating in was the dining area as her mum called it since it had a table and chairs by the small kichen. In the corner was a bed and a dresser that was mum’s room and in the other corner was a stained couch and the T.V. it was wasn’t big and fancy but it was home and has been junlilly’s home since her father died. He died out at sea fishing he just got a little to close to the rocks and his life was gone forever. No one even found the body all they found was an empty boat floating around the cove. This happened when junlilly was 4 so she doesn’t really remember her father and never really knew him that well. Before her father died they had a real house and a good business too. But it had to be sold after the acident because her mother couldn’t mange it on her own. So here was were they lived. Junlilly didn’t mind but her mum did she always complained about how bad a mother she was. Junlilly got up and put her bowl away. Today was Saturday but she still had to deliver the afternoon papers. Junlilly got up and left after she was outside she got on her bike and rode down the street.

Please make sure to make your RP sample three paragraphs long.

[wolfheart]

Name: Jethro Keir Wolfheart
Age: 16
Birthday: 13th of December [1994]
Blood: Half-blood
Appearance:
History: Jethro was born into the home of a wizard named Orion Wolfheart and his muggle wife Sierra. His story begins on the 13th of December 1994, a day that brought both joy and sadness. It was this day that Sierra Wolfheart gave life to Jethro Keir Wolfheart and died in doing so. His father Orion went through a tough time when he received the news, but resolved to show his son all the love and care he needed. He knew that there could always be complications when muggles gave birth to magical children, especially powerful ones.

It was so that Jethro grew up with a loving father and learned about magic of an early age, but also of the wonders that could be found in the muggle world. When his father deemed him old enough, he was finally told of what happened to his mother and was assured that he should not feel guilty about such things. That still didn’t make it easier for Jethro to deal with though and he went through a dark period in his life until finally one of his teachers managed to get him out of his fit and showed him that his father had always loved him and that he shouldn’t act so dense.

At this point in time he was 15 and he hadn’t ever missed out on anything in his life. They lived fairly comfortably after all and he managed to throw the last bits of darkness hanging over his head off by taking comfort in fantasies whenever he started to feel down. It was then that he asked his father to stop his homeschooling and to go to a real wizarding school.

Personality: Jethro Wolfheart is a slightly geeky, yet funny guy who manages to turn situations to his hand. He uses his humor and charm to make friends and entertain himself and the crowd by turning words around on people or adding innuendo, so when you’re around him you’d better weigh your words first. The geekiness refers to his love for stories and muggle series. As you can see in one of the pictures above, that his father once took, he has an appreciation for the TV-show Star Trek and more specifically the character named Spock. He feels a sort of kinship with the fellow half-blood and likes him for the many great qualities he has.

As it is, Jethro values loyalty, trust and close friendships because they’re hard to get by, but you know that when you have one of those that they’ll always be there for you. Other than that there’s the fact that it isn’t easy for him to make real friends. Oh, his humor is great for making new acquaintances and your everyday friends, but he has some problem with letting people close and letting them see the more serious side of him. He always deflects any serious questions with more humor so it would be hard to get to really know him.

Besides that he is known for his helpfulness toward people and for giving everyone an equal chance, but you’d do best not to squander it for he doesn’t forgive easily. The only people he wouldn’t give a chance would be bullies and he would stand up for anyone that’s being bullied or bossed around which should also tell you that he doesn’t like being bossed around.

He’s very independent and uses his intelligence and wit to make his choices and decisions wisely, so he won’t be rushed or pressured into doing anything he doesn’t want to.

Sample RP: It was the 25th of December. Christmas morning Jethro thought gleefully. Despite the fact that it was early, the seven year old sat undisturbed by the window in the living room, gazing at the sight outside with small smile. It was snowing and he couldn't wait to go out and play, after opening his presents of course. He was seriously contemplating to wake up his father when the man himself stumbled into the room. Jethro grinned and ran to hug him. Orion soon found himself holding the young boy in his arms and laughed. "Well, I take it you couldn't sleep?"
Still holding on, Jethro nodded before withdrawing and bouncing around. "I want to go outside and play dad so hurry up and open your present!"

His father chuckled and slowly went to sit down in the couch and called his house elf for some hot cocoa. "Why don't you give it to me, son? And do bring your own present as well. I would like to see your reaction this time.
Jethro blushed when his father reminded him that he knew that Jethro had opened his present before it was time last year. "Fine!" He said before collecting both presents and sitting himself down in front of his father, smiling contentedly when he was given the hot chocolate milk. Thanking Lykron, the house elf, he reached into his robe’s pockets and pulled out a little bird carved out of wood. It was only a little thing he picked up in an antique shop when he went out with his father, but it seemed to bring the little elf a lot joy. "I thanks you master Jethro! Merry Christmas!”

“You shouldn’t have done that you know, now he’ll be bouncing around spilling my tea until the end of the week.” Orion said while smiling proudly at his son, belying his words. Jethro chuckled in return and gave his father his present. “Open up or no cookies for you!”
Orion shook his head at his son’s antics and did as told, gasping in surprise when he saw what his son had gotten him. “Where?...How did you get this?” He asked in amazement, holding up a magical snow globe with 3 figurines in it that were playing in the snow. He could clearly distinguish himself, Jethro and his late wife in it and his eyes watered.
His son was unsure of what made his father cry though and went to hug him. “If you don’t like it I can bring it back! I thought you’d like to have something with us all in it.” He said disappointedly, he had thought that his father would love the gift and instead he had ruined their Christmas day.
Wolfheart senior was shocked and looked at his son “What!? No! I love it!” He tightened the embrace and kissed his son on the head. “I just miss her that’s all, son. So where did you get this wonderful gift?”
When he answered he was smiling slightly again and proudly said “I took some pictures with us when we went out and I asked the clerk in the same store where I got Lykron’s figurine if he could do something like this, when you weren’t looking. After that we took care of everything though owl and here you are!” His father smiled as well and told his son that he was too smart for his age and that it’s a wonderful gift and he loved it very much.
After that ordeal his son opened up his present and he was very happy to see the thrilled look he received.

REMEMBER NO G-MOODING IS ALLOWED ON BB

2. No God-Moding. God-Moding is where you have an RP character that cannot be hurt in any way, whatsoever. Spells cast at them always miss, their spells always hit their target, and they overpower everyone.

Must be Rouerie.

[nocivis]

Name: Oliver Warren de Nocivis (Oli for short)
Age: 17
Appearance: like so.
History: Oliver was born to parents who had all the wealth and snootiness to go with their completely pure blood. Their new baby was actually the last in their lineage because it had become harder and harder to stay "untainted," as the Nocivis family called it. At the time, mixed-bloods and muggles had threatened infant Oli's parents because of these views on pure blood vs. mixed blood, so Oliver was handed over to their most trusted friends, who actually gave him away to a family with demon blood. (Then his parents were murdered.) As Oli grew up and was told the story of why he wasn't really part of the family, of how he was given away (twice), while they omitted the part about his parents' death, he became resentful and bitter.

Then Oli was told that his parents were now dead--though he didn't learn when it had happened, which would have made a difference in the long run--and they had left him some money. As a result, he could be sent to a proper school, so the demon-blooded family shipped him off to Beauxbatons, where he stewed and sulked until the parties drew him in. Then he became a twisted mastermind, pulling pranks, rigging chairs and doors and walls, and setting out to humiliate the people he was jealous of for having a real family who wanted them.
Personality: Oli is one of the most blackhearted, twisted, cruel teenagers you could find in Beauxbatons. He likes seeing other people's pain, embarrassing them for fun, and being feared. And he's a player. The girls dig him because he's so "bad boy," and as a result of his "passing-on" during infancy, he likes to throw girls away and break their hearts, make them feel unwanted as he does. He is also proud and stubborn--he'll never admit he's wrong, and he always sees it through to the end, even if the consequences are major.
Sample RP:
Oliver de Nocivis sat in front of the commons fireplace, lost in thought, absently tapping his steepled fingers together. He did not notice anything going on around him as he stared into space. For some reason it didn't make sense. How was he to find a way out of his current dilemma? He hadn't pulled an elaborate prank in nearly a month, and tiny practical jokes hardly gave him any satisfaction at all. As students came and went, and the sun set completely, Oli thought and thought. The intricate, if twisted, wheels of his mind shifted and turned, eventually forming a plan. "Excellent," he murmured and laughed his special laugh for moments just like this, when everything was meant to go right. The people around his comfortable chair near the flames knew to stay away, because, like they said, "Oli's cooking up something good." If only they knew how good.

Oh, Oli was cooking up something all right. He was going to pick a girl--any would do, he wasn't one to pick and choose--and use her, use her until she was in love with him or whatever was needed, and then he would break her heart. It was going to be fun. Oli needed this kind of goal, thrived on that rush of adrenaline when he put a delicately complex plan into motion. In a rare display of enjoyment, he stood up and climbed onto the chair, where he looked at the ceiling and yelled out his euphoria. The fun was just beginning.

Oli raced upstairs to his four-poster and fumbled through the disorganized trunk at its foot for parchment, quill, and ink to write down all the details. It would not do to forget such a wonderfully nasty scheme, the likes of which Oli had never thought of before. He finished the writing with a signing of his name and a flourish. "Aha!" he cried. "It is nearly complete. Now all I have to do is choose a girl who is vulnerable enough." And again he laughed that special laugh.


It must be Sournois

[darknesstakesover]

First Name: Raven
Last Name: Malony
Age: 14
Appearance:
History:when she was 4 years old Raven noticed that she could see dead people or "friends as she would call them. her mother thought it was ust a phase and she was seeing imaginary people, she did nothing about it, but as years passed her mother became more worried, and didn't want a daughter who could see spirits. so when Raven turned 8, her mother shipped her off to go live with her grandparents. all of Ravens stuff was packed up and she took a train to North Dakota to live with her grandparents. when she got there she went to her mamaw and cried in her arms saying the whole time that she wanted to go back to New York, with her mother. Raven's papaw came over and said to her, i know you're scared, but in a couple of years you will be out of here and in to better arms, i promise. Raven hugged him and they all went home, 6 years later Raven gets a letter.
Personality: very shy of everything and everyone, likes to read, hides out in her room most of the time, doesn't have any friends, dreams of being a great sorcerer, wants people to except her for who she is, sweet, has never told a lie, caring,scared to take risks, likes to ride on the easy side of life, very intelligent, is a perfectionest but usually isn't perfect.
Sample RP: Raven wakes from her nap to see her grandma is home "hey mamaw" she calls out to her grandma who's by the smell of it baking cookies in the kitchen. "hello sleepyhead" she replies walking out to see me. Raven smiles up at her. "oh dear a letter came for you in the mail" she says to me. "ok where is it?" mamaw tosses it on to the couch where it lands right next to Raven.
"thanks!" Raven calls to her mamaw, as she walks back in to the kitchen. Raven rip open the envelope and looks at the bright words, and realizes what it is. she hurridly scramble up in to a standing postion and starts jumping on the couch. "yes, yes, yes!!" Raven shouts.
Raven runs in to the kitchen and shows her mamaw. "that's spectacular honey!" she gives Raven a hug and says "go pack your bags, we're leaving right after we eat these cookies." "already done!"
Raven replies. she had gotten an image before she had fallen asleep where she had seen her bags packed so she had packed them before she layed down on the couch.
Raven waited outside for her papaw to get home from work, and when he walked up the driveway to her their house on the farm, she jumped in to his arms giving him a big bear hug that he returned. he laughs, and says "i see that you got the invitation." Raven looks at him as realization dawns on her "oh thank you, thank you, thank you! come on mamaw is making cookies!"

Must be Rouerie.

[zedsdead]

First Name:Zed
Last Name: Cameron
Age: 17
Appearance:
History:
Born 1992 to a supposedly pure blood family with a bit of a secret, every so often, maybe once or twice per generation, a child is born into the Cameron family with a very thin strip of shiny red scales running down it's spine. He or she would have certain abilities that other, ordinary magical children would not. When the demon blood that runs through the veins of every member of the Cameron bloodline manifests itself, the individual experiences several changes during puberty. Intense emotions would become evident due to flames shooting over the skin and the eyes turning a vivid, glowing red. Eyesight in general improves somewhat and very often the sense of smell is totally lost if not severely weakened. But the most prominent change, the demons distinguishing ability, is the demon child's gaining of the capability to free himself of his human form, to change his skin to fire, to sharpen his features and strengthen his muscles. In this demon form he is able run faster, jump higher and punch harder.

During the summer of 2005 on the last day of school. There was to be a party at a friends house to celebrate, Zed was with a boy, they were alone upstairs and things were getting a little hot and heavy. Zed reached out to his companions face and fire, burning hot and quick as lightning, shot down his arm, along his fingers and scorched the poor muggle's face. The injury was bad, there would have been some awful scarring if Zed hadn't called his father. A quick healing spell and a very potent obliviate soon sorted things out, father looked at son and spoke, 'Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later'.

Zed spent the rest of that summer and several weekends after at an uncle's house. Zed's Uncle Marcus was currently the only demon in the family so the duty lay with him to help Zed come into his birthright safely.

Zed was not in the habit of using of his demonic magic often. To the rest of the world the Cameron family was pure blood through and through and discretion was drummed into him as soon as he understood what and who he was.

Other than his family's uniqueness Zed is a totally unremarkable teenager, he lived a normal life in Birmingham, a city is a great place for a young wizard to grow up, relatively safe once he started to learn magic at Hogwarts. The usual threats to daily life in the city aren't so dangerous when you can cast a simple stupefy. Rather a mischievous young lad, he and his friends would tear around the city causing miniature mayhem and compact chaos wherever they could.

Aged 16 Zeds mother took a trip to france and decided she never wanted to leave so his father locked up the townhouse and moved to a small manor home in the countryside just south of Lyon.

Today Zed is enrolling at Beauxbatons.




Personality:
Calm and collected at all times, Zed thinks every facet of everything to death before taking any action. He has a curious and inquisitive nature and hates feeling out of the loop. He relies heavily on his friends for company and support and hates being alone. He's very hard to wind up or aggravate preferring to wait until the time is right to take subtle yet devastating revenge. Oh yes, whilst Zed doesn't get angry, or violent and never looses his cool do not think he's a pushover. People should not cross Zed. Ever. It's just not clever.

His main interests are music, sketching and photography, he uses only muggle cameras, liking to capture and preserve the exact moment rather than let the subjects move around and mess all his composition up.

The things he doesn't like include pretentiousness, self-pity, hot-heads and carrots.


Sample RP:

The air outside was cold and crisp, frost hung in the air as the young blond man let out a sigh as he gazed out of his bedroom window. Winter was starting to wane and school, would be starting again soon.

The cold air rushed in through the open window and blew agains his bare chest. Early morning was Zeds favourite time of day. Before people woke up and began the day, he could just stop and think. He would stand in front of his countryside view every morning, just like this and think about.. anything. He simply let his mind wander.

For forty-five minutes he stared and thought he lost himself in the snowy mountains in the distance, his deep brown eyes unmoving and unfocussed. Slowly he began to hear a tapping far far away, he barely even noticed it at first, but then it got louder and he began to realise it was close and behind him and then there was the shouting, 'ZED! YOU UP?'. Then there was a creak and the door swung open, he realised, now, that the tapping was more of a knocking and that his mother was at his door. She remarked, 'Hey! Why didn't you answer your door?'.
'Sorry Mum', he replied groggily, 'not quite awake yet'. Then he smiled, a wave of serenity washing over his face, he rubbed his eyes and made a grab for a t-shirt hanging over the back of the chair he was stood next to. Pulling it over his head he bean to walk towards his mother and the door.. and the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen.

Zed half walked, half fell down the stairs and into the kitchen where a frying pan full of bacon sizzled away. The fridge door opened when he asked it to and threw some orange juice at Zed, who wasn't quite awake enough, so it hit him, hard. Frowning and rubbing the red mark on his chest he made his way out into the back garden. His grandmother, an old and wise woman was sat, rocking slowly in her chair, watching the birds eat breadcrumbs from the ground. Zed's grandmother was a very intuitive woman and often said things that turned out to be true. On this occasion she said this, 'This time next year, my boy, you'll be head boy at that school of yours'. To which he replied, 'well who am i to argue with destiny?' and with a quick wink, he disappeared back inside to find out if that bacon was ready.

Hmmm... Cossu would be proud to have you.

[emmaline]

First Name:
Emmaline (pronounced: Emma-leen)
Middle Name:
Camille
Last Name:
Forbes
Nicknames:
Em, Emma, Emmilie

Age:
Eighteen
Languages:
French, English, and Dutch
Appearance:
Emma has long wavy blonde hair reaching just to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a stunning emerald green, nearly seeming to glow when she smiles. She has a slender body, only weighing 120 pounds; Standing at 5 foot 5 inches. She loves designer clothes, especially wearing dresses. She's hardly ever seen without her Chuck Taylor's , either.
Personality:
You can either love Em, or hate her. She's very dedicated and persistant at what she loves doing. She is also very bold which can sometimes lead others to believe that she's stuck-up, which she isn't. She's a Daddy's girl which also helps her get the things she wants, though she doesn't take them for granted. She's been taught to always give a little, and recieve a little. She's typically seen smiling all the time, but if you catch her on a bad day, stay VERY far away. Those green eyes of hers can sometimes bore a hole through you.

Em can also be quite funny when she wants to be. Though her father tells her that her humor is sometimes vulgar, she finds it amusing to make him angry. She's a curious little thing and loves adventures. It shouldn't be a surprise if she's caught wondering the forbidden corridors late at night. She lives for the thrills and exciting things in life, which also makes her a little wild. Emma is a very fun loving person and it should be quite easy for her to meet some friends at a new school.

Blood:
Pureblood
Ethnicity:
French and Dutch
Relatives:
William M. Forbes - Wizard - Pureblood - Grandfather (father's side) - deceased
Vivian R. Forbes - Witch - Pureblood - Grandmother (father's side) - deceased
Arnold I. Walters - Wizard - Pureblood - Grandfather (mother's side) - deceased
Celeste L. Walters - Witch - Pureblood - Grandmother (mother's side) - deceased
Alexander M. Forbes - Wizard - Pureblood - Father - Ministry of Magic
Jaquie L. Forbes - Witch - Pureblood - Mother - Housewife
*Emmaline C. Forbes - Witch - Pureblood - Daughter/Sister - Student
Alexander M. Forbes II - Wizard - Pureblood - Brother - Student
History:
Emmaline Camille Forbes was born to parents Jaquie and Alexander on a beautiful sunny day on July 4th, 1992. Jaquie gave birth to little Emma at small local hospital in Nice, France with immediate family all around. It was safe to say that she was a green-eyed beauty, and was their only baby girl. Emma would become a very loved and intelligent lady with years to come. There was love all around her, there was no way that it could be different. As years passed growing up, she learned that her family had secrets that even she couldn't fathom. Her parent's had their own problems, and problems that would effect their children.

Emmaline and her brother became very close during their childhood. Being only a year apart (he the eldest), made them have a special bond. Their parents would have terrible arguments, often resulting in Emma running to her big brother's room to hide. There was no doubt that her father had anger issues. Unfortunately, the anger problem was given to Em at birth, but she could control it. All she ever knew of her father was that he loved money and loved being in the spotlight. Their family often had their picture taken for the Daily Prophet for accomplishments in her father's career. The Forbes family was known to not accept anyone out of their league. Little did they know, Emmaline was not the perfect daughter they thought they had.

Emma hated descriminating against other bloodlines. She often had to do it infront of her father, even if it was her own friend. "Pureblood families do not speak with those of filthy blood" her father would often speak. This only made Emma become wild and rebel against her family. Present day, Emmaline is trying to do as much as she can to make a successful life for herself. All she wants do to is complete school, start her career, and start a family. Sounds a little lame coming from an eighteen year old, but she wants to be independant and she's a driven girl.

Sample RP:
The man pressed the knife against her thorat, letting the tip of the blade penetrate the skin some more. Natalie knew thorat wounds could be fatal. The jugular was located in the throat, making the blood flow never seem to end. Natalie was murmering to the man not to hurt her stomach, though she didn't think he understood. He only held her closer making it nearly impossible to wiggle free. She heard two men fighting behind her though their backs were to it. She heard the other man yelp and eventually slam into the ground. As soon as the fightening ended with him, it began with her attacker. The attacker pushed her forward on the ground causing her to land on her stomach. Letting out a painful cry she wrapped he arm around her waist and scooted back. Bringing a hand up to her thoat, she held her neck and watched in amazement. Jason was a skilled fighter because of his job, but this fighting was different. It looked like martial arts and...some kind of other trained fighting.

The next thing she heard made her heart stop. She heard two distinct gun shots and Jason fell to the ground either unconsious or dead. Bringing the arm wrapped around her waist up to her mouth, she sobbed. The man that had been holding the knife to her previously had took his place again. The other man was holding a gun pointing straight at her head. One false move could kill her in an instant. While the men talked in a language she couldn't understand, she watched Jace. She wanted to run over to him so bad, apologize for the things she had said and done. Jason had began to move over to the gun that was near him. Natalie kept her mouth shot but watched with wide-eyes. He raised the gun to the back of the attackers head, loading it so it clicked loudly. The next thing he did completely blew her mind. If she was suspicious before, she was a whole HELL of a lot more suspicious.

Jason started speaking in the language she did not know. Fluently. He was so angry, his voice shook when he yelled at them. Natalie flinched as she watched Jason kick one of the two men. They had obviously not givin the right answer or something to that extent. Either way, she didn't feel sorry for them. Zoning out from the situation a little, her stomach began to pain her. This time though, she didn't know if it was the normal growing pain or the fact that she had fallen straight onto her stomach. The second one, made the tears well up in her eyes again. Things had started horribly and seemed to be getting better. The two men that Jace had just beat the s**t out of and verbally assulted had ran to their car and fled. Natalie started to question if they had really come to kill her, or if they had come to kidnap her in the beginning. Neither were good, but there was a huge difference in the objectives. Whoever had hired them to watch her had obviously wanted her dead, now. A chill ran down her spine at the thought.

Natalie looked up as Jason ran over to where he was. He had been wearing dark clothes, but certain parts of his shirt were now drinched a bloody maroon. When he brought his had up to face, she layed her head in it. She was so happy he was okay, she just didn't want to ask questions yet. You may have thought it was a lie, but I honestly didn't know what they were doing here or why they were following you for a month. Did I perhaps have a small hint just judging from their behavior? Yes, but I wasn't entirely sure. Natalie dipped her head down so she wasn't looking him in the eye at the moment. I believe you...I'm sorry how I stormed out...I didn't think I'd have them waiting for me...You have a lot of explaining to do later she said the last statement with a small laugh. The events from the night had been far from normal. It only solidified her first beliefs of him hiding things. Now, she could see that it was only to protect her.

Standing up, she had to bend forward to keep her balance. The pain that was radiating through her stomach was nearly unbearable. Straightening herself up some more, she stood tall, still holding her neck. I know you wanted to go to your parents, but the cut on your neck, worries me To be completely honest, she didn't want to leave his side. She was still terrified and in shock because of what happened. Plus, she had bigger things to tell him. One of which might send her to the hospital. I don't want to leave you...and you're hurt. I saw you get shot...twice I think. I thought you were dead... she said in a small whisper. It was definitely not a thought that she wanted to linger on. Shifting her weight to the other side she walked closer to him, placing her fingers gently near the shot to his shoulder. It was bleeding heavily, which wasn't good. We need to get inside...You need to put alcohol on that if you're not going to the hospital. Which I'm highly doubting you are. she said softly. He was obviously trained to handle and do things she didn't know. Surely, he could handle taking out a bullet. Also, I have to tell you something important...which may result in a trip to the hospital... she spoke even quieter than the first time.



Sournois for you!

[lalaluce]

Full Name: Lilia Cosette Villeneuve
Nickname(s): Lily
Age: Fourteen
Birthday: July Ninth
Blood: Quarter-Veela/Pureblood
Ethnicity: French/English
Hometown: Marseilles, France
Play-by: Georgie Henley

Family:
Alexandre Darnall Villeneuve. Forty. Unspeakable.
Marie Danielle Villeneuve. Thirty-eight. Healer.
Cerise Apolline Villeneuve. Eighteen. Trainee Auror.
Jean Damien Villeneuve. Seventeen.
Adrien Larkin Villeneuve. Sixteen.

History:
It was a charmed life, it really was. Lilia was the youngest of four children in a very happy family. Her mother worked as a healer and her father worked for the French Ministry of Magic as an Unspeakable. Life was happy. Cerise, Jean, Adrien, and Lilia were very happy. The four of them looked out for one another, always there when it mattered. Sure, they didn't always get along, but they were siblings. No one expected them to get along perfectly. Then came the move. When Lilia was four years old, the family moved to England. Her aunt and uncle had recently passed away, leaving her poor cousins alone in the world. So the family moved and expanded, gaining two new members.

Lilia quite liked it in England, though it was much colder. Sure, she was only four, but she still had memories of France. The little girl flourished in England, just as she had in France, growing and blossoming. By the time Cerise was eleven, Lilia's oldest cousin was eleven as well, ready to enter Hogwarts. The two of them left together, leaving Lilia with a hole in her life. To make up for her missing siblings, she began to draw. It grew from a pastime into a love as the years passed and the others began at Hogwarts as well. Finally, though, Lilia's day arrived and she was off. Hogwarts was a great place for her. Her first few years passed quickly and happily. Then came another change.

Once Lilia's oldest cousin had graduated from Hogwarts, along with Cerise, the Villeneuve family was free to move back to France. And so they certainly did. This meant that Jean would spend his final year of school at Beauxbatons and Lilia would be switching schools halfway through her learning. But she didn't mind. In fact, Lilia has embraced the change. She certainly missed her dear France.

Personality:
Lilia has never really lost much of her childish-ness. She's still the baby of the family, and is thus used to getting lots of attention and being treated as a child. If you asked her, she'd tell you that the first is great, but she's not much of a fan of the second. Being treated as a child has made her yearn for the day when it stops and she's finally allowed to grow up. Lilia has tried to talk to her siblings about it, but they simply are too protective of her to truly listen. Thus, she's quite childish and has in fact gotten to the point where she becomes slightly jealous when others get more attention than her, unless that attention is very well-deserved.

Lilia is very much a tomboy. She's never really been the kind of girl who enjoyed the proper side of life. Instead, Lilia has always loved exploring. It's the whole finding a new place that none of the others know about yet that so appeals to her. She loves discovering new things, new places. Lilia has never been a very prim and proper girl. As a young child, she always put fun ahead of that. Even as she grew up, proper was never really Lilia's thing. She left that to her older sister. Instead, Lilia would be at her brothers' sides, playing games and having plenty of fun. She didn't want to be cooped up. No. Lilia always wanted freedom – the freedom to be her own person.

Lilia is a very open person. She keeps an open mind to the magic around her and is very willing to believe. Of course, one could also call that gullibility. Lilia is definitely still gullible. Her trust in some people is blind, but it is usually instinct that guides her as far as trust goes. Much of the time, Lilia's instinct guides her true, but sometimes even it is wrong and Lilia puts trust in the wrong person. She still tends to give most people the benefit of the doubt, though, unless they do something so horrible that she knows she can no longer trust them. Lilia is definitely the kind of girl to give people second chances and sometimes even third chances. Not only is she very trusting, but Lilia is also very trustworthy. She's never been the kind of girl to tell secrets, even if it would garner her a bit more attention. Nothing is worth losing a friend or an ally over, unless that secret just so happens to make that person a complete traitor.

Because she is such an open and trusting person, it is easy to understand Lilia's friendliness as well. She loves making new friends and is very sweet when meeting new people. Lilia has managed to befriend many different people, partially because she doesn't judge people based on size or anything. She's never been very judgmental. Instead, Lilia tries her best to get along with everyone. She's the kind of girl who tries to keep the peace, to keep people happy. Sure, she pokes fun at others every so often, but it's always in the friendly way or the sisterly way, like with her older siblings. Lilia, though she will admit her mistakes if she really believes they are mistakes, does not like being wrong, especially when she knows she is correct. She's quite a clever girl and feels that she should be treated as such, not as the little sister. It irks her when her older siblings (or anyone else, for that matter) don't listen to her or second-guess her beliefs or ideas.

Sample RP:
It was just another Saturday. Nothing special going on, no major projects to work on. And it was nice out! Sometimes, living in the south of France had its perks. Especially compared to what things were like for Lilia's cousins in England. They were probably still quite cold. But France, on the other hand, was quite pleasant. The one problem? Lilia didn't like to hang out outside by herself. It was just no fun. So instead she was hanging out in the dining chamber for all of the late risers to appear. Late risers would mean her friends, as well as her brothers. Those two loved teasing Lilia, though most mornings they just sat and talked with her. Exhaustion, she guessed.

As Lilia sat there, she watched the people entering. It was hard to believe she was a fourth year now, only two years away from taking her exams. Lilia wasn't a nervous little girl anymore. She was quite secure in her magic and everything. Not that she was the best in her year. Oh no. Lilia would never say or think that. She knew there were plenty of people who were better than her. But at least she wasn't totally hopeless or helpless. Lilia had quite good magical ability and she didn't take too long to learn or memorize spells. Especially the useful ones.

Lilia pulled out her notebook from her bag, a quill following that. The book fell open on the table, showing very detailed images of outfits. Lilia had a love of designing. Sure, she probably wouldn't be a designer. In fact, she hoped to be a healer. But fashion was one of her other loves. The fourteen year old began to work on her most recent sketch, a simple dress for the bridesmaids at her cousin's upcoming wedding. She sat there so engrossed in her work that she didn't even notice Adrien's approach.

I think... but it's difficult, Rouerie for you.

[amber]

First Name: Philippe Alexandre
Last Name: Leguerre
Age: 16

Appearance: Philippe is about 5'9'' – 5'10'' but he'll grow to about 6' eventually. His facial features can be described as Aristocratic; slightly chiseled from puberty but it's evident he will grow into some things. His body structure is lean, he's not muscular or skinny but somewhere in between. His hair is dark brown but can look black or lighter brown depending on the light and is a little on the longish side, curling around his collar. As for his dress habits, he is very proper when it comes to that. He prefers slacks and dress pants as opposed to jeans, and collared button down shirts and sweater vests as opposed to t-shirts and hoodies. He takes great pride in his physical appearance.

History: Philippe Alexandre Leguerre was born in Paris, France on December 21 to Armand and Giselle Leguerre nee Batiste. His mother, Giselle is American, born in New Orleans, Louisiana but was raised in France since she was six years old. She attended Beauxbatons School of Magic where she met Armand Leguerre. The two married a couple of years after graduating from Beauxbatons and had their first child, Philippe shortly thereafter. They're second child, Jean was born four years later.
Philippe and Jean were raised upper class, as there father – a pureblood- comes from quite a wealthy family. Surrounded by magic all of his life, it didn't come as a surprise when Philippe displayed signs of magic. He managed to levitate his bowl of porridge one morning when he was around seven years old and was excepted into Beauxbatons at the age of eleven.

Personality: Philippe isn't very outgoing, he much prefers to keep to himself but he is not shy or timid not at all. When faced with it, he takes on all challenges and obstacles thrown his way but rather overcome them physically, he prefers to use his brains. He isn't fazed by things he deems as childish and is quite mature for his age. At times, he has arrogant tendencies, can be somewhat patronizing and likes to impose his “wisdom” on others. He is very artistic as well as well read and intellectual – he reads Shakespeare and Marlowe for leisure and rather likes quoting the two. Philippe wouldn't be describe as warm or open necessarily, but he is protective and loyal to those he holds dear – his family and friends, etc. Aside from Shakespeare, he enjoys History of Magic and aspires to teach it in the future. Personally I feel his attitude may be concealing self doubt as he wants to be a man like his father and fears that if he isn't, he won't be seen as an important figure in the Wizarding World. Hopefully he will grow out of that or meet someone to teach him that he doesn't have to be a perfectionist in everything he does.

Sample RP: The sky was a velvety, midnight blue with a thousand stars twinkling brightly overhead as the sixteen year old sat in the seat of the window in his dorm room, using a simple Lumos charm for light as he slowly flipped through the pages of Shakespeare's Sonnets. It was something that had become habit almost, a little light reading before bed. Most of his roommates, they had been up late cramming for the exam the next morning, or finishing up last minute homework. Philippe had done nothing but watch them scurry about like rats, an amused smirk causing his pale lips to twitch upward. It was fascinating to him how people could purposely wait until the last moment to complete their work – finish an essay for potions, perfect a new spell for Charms, successfully managed to turn their desk into un cochon – and then make themselves sick with worry because they had only succeeded in doing a half assed job about it. No, his parents had taught him better than that and it would be a cold day dans l'enfer before he performed less than his best. In anything.
Shutting his book with a small snap, Philippe rose from his seat at the window and gave his wand a deft flick. “Nox,” he whispered softly as he slowly padded to his large bed to rest.

[timelady]

First Name: Marie

Last Name: Passe

Age: 11

Appearance: A tall girl with light skin tones. She has long, curly, red hair. Marie has sea blue eyes and rose red lips. She also has a scar on one eye which she got in a thestral accident.

History: On June 13th, Marie Famesad Passe was born in St. Flora's wizarding Hospital. Her parents were the vampires Rudolph Passe and Mary Passe. Her hometown is Paris, France. She lives in a victorian house and her bedroom is on the top floor with a balcony. Marie has 3 vampire sisters named Anne, Julie, and Deseree. She also has a papillion puppy named Chambole. Originally, Marie did not want to go to Beaubaxons, for she thought that they would discriminate her for being a vampire, but this was discouraged by her parents.

Personality: Marie is an intellegent person, and can usually be seen reading a book or doing a math problem. She also loves the outdoors and Quittich. Marie also sometimes has a temper and when she does it's BIG. She also can be easily exasperated when Anne puts dungbombs in her room.

Sample RP: Marie was the most excited she had been in her entire life. She was going to Beauxbatons! She got on the train and now she was in her compartment pouring over a spell book.

Suddenly her compartment gave a violent shake. Marie looked outside to see what had happened. Shaking the compartment was a... there was no other word for it, a flying IT was shaking her cart! She opened her window and grabbed the thing and put it in a cage with her owl, Messmou. Marie sighed. What was she going to do? The it would probably attack her if she let it go.

Marie had an idea. She took her special sleeping draught her mother had given her for bed and fed some to the it. Instantly it was asleep. She threw the it gently out the window. By the time the it woke up, the train was gone.

First of all, to be sorted you need to change your profile name to match the one mentioned in your application (To change your name, click on the Profile button up near the big banner at the top. That will show your profile and give you the option to modify. The changeable elements are in there. Click to see an example). Furthermore, you have to expand all the sections in your application (the RP Sample must be at least three paragraphs long).

... Rouerie.

[effy]

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