Sorting (Term Sixteen)

[rayne21]

FIRST NAME,

Remy

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LAST NAME,

Bertrand

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AGE,

Sixteen

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APPEARANCE,

Standing at a mere five foot six inches, Remy is considered a short boy. Odd that he's at such a height at the age of sixteen considering the fact that his father is just above six feet and his mother is five foot nine, and also his siblings are quite tall themselves. Most of his family members, not including his brother and sister, have told him time and time again that he's just a late bloomer but Remy believes that this is it. He'll be short forever and will have nothing but magic to make him appear taller. At the moment, he doesn't mind his height but he knows that if he doesn't get taller within the next year or so, he'll be doomed to be shorter than most girls at Beauxbaton's which would not be a good thing for his self esteem. For a short guy though, Remy is quite built. Though with a thin frame, his muscles are easily viewed as toned mainly from practicing Quidditch with his older brother all the time. Despite so much muscle, his body has stayed thin through the years giving him an almost sickly look until he takes off his shirt...which he'll never do in public even if you ask him to or have him in a private place. His skin is of the pale kind, close to vampire pale but just a shade darker. Remy prides himself in his paleness even if he'd look great tan as well. Has he been joked on about his vampiric-like skin tone? Why yes he has but he does his best to ignore that, rather enjoying the white tone of his skin to the crisp color of burnt toast of his brother's. Like most folks' skin, Remy has a few scars along his hands and arms. Scars including the time he helped his older brother, Phillipe, train for a professional Quidditch team in England and had been smacked by a Bludger into a nearby tree. Or the time he had tried cheating with an Anti-Cheat Quill and the quill had sliced the back of his hand open to distract him. Odd scars but personal stories all the same.

His hair is quite the contrast against his skin. Like the stereotypical vampires, which he isn't one but still, Remy has a dark brown color, near black but not quite so. The more creative side of his family tell him he has raven-colored hair but according to Remy, it's dark. No color just dark. It's really a dark brown color, the brown and hints of red best standing out if he ever chose to be in direct sunlight but since that's a rarity, Remy's hair stays a dark raven hue. Almost surprisingly, Remy's eyes are not similar in color to his hair at all. In fact, they're a soft blue, baby blue if you will. They're enticing and hold much seriousness to them though a bunch of amusing times have also passed through his irises. At different angles of light, his eyes have been known to shift to a near grey color but they of course always stay that mesmerizing blue. So mesmerizing, you could possibly lose train of thought just glancing into them. Though normally seen without a pair of frames sitting on his nose, Remy does have a pair, a circular pair, that he has to wear in class or after class during homework. He can see everything just fine unless he's reading a bunch of text at one time. Unfortunately, he has to wear the glasses or else he'd never have any homework done and have no understanding of school in general. He hates his glasses but he doesn't have the heart to throw them out for a new pair. Of course, Remy hides the glasses in his pants pocket from anyone's view.

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HISTORY,

Close to the middle of the month, in May, a young boy and a third addition to a happy family was born. Remy Lowell Bertrand was that third addition and quite an endearing addition at that. He was the second son to Artus and Belle Bertrand, a seemingly popular family amidst their town of Valenciennes. News of their third child was the town's news for some time and as the old saying goes, 'the third time is the charm' and the young town believed just that. Remy was held up on a pedestal for his family and his family's friends in the first few months of birth. Most of those family friends being from the Wizarding World, of course, and expecting his magical powers to show early on much like his older brother and sister's had. Much to his parents and his town's expectations, Remy didn't exactly show any magical skill. In fact, he was so unmagical at his young age that his parents assumed he was one of the few Squibs that had appeared within the Bertrand bloodline. All at once, Remy's pedestal was knocked out from beneath his young feet, feet he was hardly able to even stand on.

As the years grew on, Remy remained out of the spotlight the best he could especially since even at the age of ten, he had yet to show any signs of wizardry. His parents were dreading this. His eleventh birthday was around the corner and they were positive that he wouldn't get his letter from Beauxbaton's like his siblings and father had received. His mother, surprisingly, reassured the young Remy that everything would eventually work out in his favor. It was bad enough that he was clumsy as all get out and no matter what blessing Merlin put on him that he would be self conscious about every little thing he did. Now, he was going to be deemed the Squib in the family, the one title no Bertrand would ever take sober and/or sane. Of course, Remy was devastated. It was already a big deal that he wasn't as amazing as expected when he was born and now that he wouldn't receive his acceptance letter to the only school his father would allow him to learn magic from, he was doomed.

Upon the cusp of his birthday, Remy was still at no sign a wizard. His older brother, Phillipe, though sixteen and should be showing signs of maturity also seemed to be a late bloomer for he made a plan to tease his younger and untalented brother. Remy had many fears back then, still does but way more when he was ten. One of which was he was more than a bit claustrophobic, still is but more so then. When he had been asleep, trying to build up courage within his dreams to get him ready for the dreaded day of his eleventh birthday, his brother picked him up and shoved him into the closet, with no light on and locked the door. Almost instantly, Remy awoke, instinctively feeling the walls close in on him. Frightened to death but angry at his persecutor, Remy closed his eyes and wished with all of his might to get out. All he focused on was getting out but with no key, he had no way out. He kept wishing amidst his cries for help when suddenly the pains in his chest he often felt when closed in, eased up. Blinking through his tears, the door was nowhere to be seen and a shocked expression was on his brother's face. According to the older teenager, the door had been ripped off its hinges from some unseen force and had poofed. Poofed to where, he wasn't sure but it sure wasn't in the room any longer. There were no adults around and still not being of age, his brother couldn't do it so it only left Remy. His fear had brought the magic in him, something he was more than relieved to see.

The next day as the now completely happy Bertrand family ate breakfast, an unfamiliar owl came flying through their kitchen window with an acceptance letter to a particular Wizarding school just off in the distance and on the edge of France. A place Remy would soon call home and learn to harness the one thing that connected him to millions of others.

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PERSONALITY,

Yet another thing to set Remy apart from the rest of his family is his personality. Though living in a house full of loud mouths and boastfulness, Remy is the complete opposite. He's much more reserved and soft spoken toward others. He'll speak to you with short words until he gets to know you and then his words will become longer and his sentences more thorough. Only his best friends would ever see him like that. Anyone else would just have to deal with his lack of words. He also prefers to keep his thoughts mainly to himself, aware of how his complicated thoughts could and possibly would affect others. His family, often reckless with words, tend to have many more enemies than friends and the few friends they have aren't ones with great personality traits. Remy, on the other hand, watches his words, makes sure he's saying the right thing instead of the wrong. He doesn't have a bundle full of friends but he also doesn't have a bundle full of enemies either. Remy's simply in between. A bit of a third party if you will.

Amidst his quiet attitude toward life, Remy is also infamous for his insecurities. If anything, he's possibly one of the most self conscious boys attending Beauxbaton's. He worries about what others will say hence his attentiveness at his own words and their meanings. Mostly, other people's opinions on him matter but he tries his hardest to neglect what their words are saying and only listening to his friends but it's often harder than expected for him. Remy's almost become OCD because of how self conscious he is. He has to check the mirror at least twice before leaving the room and it's obviously not out of conceit. The hairs on his head have to stand up just right or fall at the same angle down over his eye. His shirt has to be put on a certain way and he has to put his shoes on in a certain order before he can tie them and leave. His self-consciousness is slowly ruling his life and he's been trying his hardest to overrule it but so far he's failed the past five years. Sadly, it's gotten to the point that he has to walk on a certain side of someone or else things will all go wrong in his head. Things have to go in a particular order or else having a bad day would inevitable for Remy.

It also wouldn't be hard to tell, he's a bit uptight. There's so much stress going on in his life as a Bertrand and being so obsessive and compulsive, seriousness is not a rare sight on Remy's face. If anything, a simple smile is hard to see anywhere on his thin lips unless with a specific group of people. He hardly eases up but again is trying to do just that before he goes completely insane. So far? Insanity's winning and sanity is sinking deeper into the background of his life.

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SAMPLE RP,

Remy lay awake in his four poster bed, his lower half covered in the midnight blue covers that belonged to his house. For whatever reason, sleep was not overtaking his body like it normally did at such a late hour. Perhaps it had been the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans he had been eating whilst writing his four parchment long essay for transfiguration that was due the next day. Sighing to himself, the young man lay on his back in his bed, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the wooden ceiling of his bed frame. It had to have been at least around midnight and despite him having classes early the next morning, Remy wanted to get up and go around the castle until he was tired. He sat up in his bed, glancing around the boys' dorm room, laughing to himself softly at the different snoring sounds that came from the other boys. Even if they were incredibly annoying, Remy couldn't help but find them all almost normal in a sense as they slept soundly unlike him. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, shivering at the cold wood hitting his bare feet. So close to the beginning of the school year, the young male usually wore just a pair of blue sleeping shorts to bed which he had that night. Turning over to his trunk, Remy grabbed a grey shirt and slid it on over his head before pushing his feet into a pair of his slip-on sneakers. He got the idea to run down to the kitchens for a small midnight snack.

With his wand lit at the tip, Remy shuffled out of his dorm room and down the many still moving staircases and continued down to the kitchen. As he walked, he thought about all the treats he could get. Oranges and chocolate, milk and cookies, or even just some ice cream. He licked his lips at the thought of the group of sweets and nearly jogged the last bit of the way to the fruit portrait where the kitchen was hidden. He leaned forward and tickled the fruit like his mother had told him time and time again and grinned like a little child as the portrait became a door and opened for him. The door exposed the life behind the portrait, all of the house elves rushing around as if their behinds were on fire. Remy stepped into the kitchens, watching the house elves for a few seconds before one stopped in front of him and politely asked him what was he in the mood for that night. He shrugged at the question, hating the elves for calling him master despite the fact his family owned a house elf or two. He shuffled from one foot to the other before finally deciding on his snack of choice, "a glass of Butterbeer and a bit of cookies...please." He smiled sweetly before sitting down at one of the many tables that always magically appeared whenever a student came by at night.

Within minutes, a frothy bottle of Butterbeer appeared alongside a plate full of Oreo cookies. He took a moment to swish the Butterbeer around, liking the froth within the drink instead of on top. After he was sure he had made it the way he wanted, Remy took a deep gulp of his drink, smiling at the perfect mixture before taking a tiny nibble off of his cookie. This was pretty nice though having some company would make things even better. Always hoping, Remy continued drinking and nibbling as he kept glancing back and forth between his growing empty bottle and the closed portrait door. Someone else was bound to be as sleepless as he...right?

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Hmmm... another Rouerie brat!

[nate]

Name: Nathan Jean Turner

Appearance:


Age: Seventeen
Status: Single
Orientation: Bisexual
Blood: Veela Blood
Background: British and American

Family:
Father- Richard Markus Turner
Mother- Sara Louise Dennison-Turner
Siblings- None
Grandfather (Father's side)- Markus Benjamin Turner
Grandmother (Father's side)- Eleanor Lizabeth Barker-Turner
Grandfather (Mother's side)- Spencer Edward Dennison
Grandmother (Mother's side)- Janette Ann Martin-Dennison
Aunt (Father's side)- None
Uncle (Father's side)- None
Aunt (Mother's side)- Tegan Alexandra Dennison-Dawkins
Uncle (Mother's side)- Nicholas Jeremy Dawkins

History:
It was a rainy, Spring day in Manchester, England when fate decided to work its wonders, this time on two young people. Sara Louise Dennison took a seat on a bench in what she would later to find to be the perfect park, her coffee and camera in hand. Her senior class trip brought her to England, and surely to the end of life as she knew it. Richard Markus Turner, a charming, young British man, took up the part of the bench that Sara and her belongings weren't taking up, and despite Sara's efforts to ignore the man's obvious attempts at flirting, he got his way. One date, later that night at a cozy little coffee shop, was all Richard needed to win Sara's heart. The two were inseparable until it was time for Sara to return to the United States with the rest of her senior class. No doubt, letters were sent back and forth from Boston to Manchester for the few months that passed until Sara graduated from high school, always filled with kind words and promises of a future together. Their love brought them together again that summer. Sara packed her bags and headed for England, an all too familiar excitement pumping through her veins. Richard, of course, asked for Sara's hand in marriage, and she accepted. They had a traditional Catholic wedding and moved into a small apartment not far from Richard's parents. Shortly after their marriage, Nathan Jean Turner was brought into the world.

The couple was happy as can be. They had each other, and now they had Nathan. But money was becoming an issue, and Sara was missing her family in Boston. It was decided that the family would be moving to Boston to be closer to Sara's family and to find a proper job for Richard so that he could support his family. Richard began his training to be a police officer soon after they arrived in Boston, and he quickly fell in love with his new career. As Nathan grew up, he wanted nothing more than to follow in his father's footsteps. He was very close to his father, and though it wasn't under the best circumstances, became even closer to him after his mother died in a D.U.I. related car accident when he was eight years old. Sara's parents, Janette and Spencer, took over the role of caring for Nathan. They wanted to give Richard a break. He was already busy with work and getting all of Sara's affairs in order. Having to care for Nathan would have been too much to handle. They still stayed close, and as soon as things were settled, Nathan moved back home. But he wasn't there for long.

Richard moved himself and his son to the place they were both born; Manchester, England. Nathan was finally able to meet his grandparents from his father's side, Markus and Eleanor. In an attempt to learn more about the two people that had been absent from his life for the past eight years, Nathan spent a great deal of time with his grandparents. One evening, Nathan's ninth birthday, to be exact, Eleanor decides it's the right time to reveal a part of her past that no one, except Markus, knew about. She told Richard and Nathan that she was a witch, one with veela blood, and says that it's very possible that Nathan could be too. She'd always hoped that Richard would have been a wizard, but sadly he never showed any such signs, and so she never mentioned her powers to him. So, she warned Nathan, hoping that this time they would be more aware of any changes that would come along with a boy becoming a wizard.

Two years went by, but the only changes in Nathan were his growing love of art and literature, and his fondness of baking with his father in the small bakery he opened. Finally, one day after he'd gotten out of school, while Nathan was cleaning up in the bake shop after closing time, something magnificent happened. He was exhausted from a long day of school and helping his father, carrying a tray fool of dirty dishes back to the kitchen, when he lost his grip and let go of the plates. He squeezed his eyes shut and expected to hear a loud crash, and then the angry voice of his father, but nothing happened. When Nathan opened his eyes, he saw that the dishes were hovering inches from the ground. He quickly gathered them, took them back to the kitchen, then ran to his grandmother's to tell her what happened. She was more pleased then ever. He spent the next seven years studying the wizarding world and all of it's wonders with his grandmother, and as soon as he turned seventeen, his father gave him permission to attend a wizarding school. He would have let him go sooner, but there was far too much to get done with the bakery and Nathan's school work. As soon as Nathan was sure he was all set, he left for Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic.

Personality:
Loving: Nathan is a very kind boy. He gives everyone a chance, no matter what. He's not quick to judge, and he never discriminates. After losing his mom when he was eight, he always tries to keep his friends and family close to him. He's not a hard person to befriend, and when you're close to him, you can be sure that he will always be there to listen to you, talk to you, support you, and help you in any way he can. He finds that he gets easily attached to people.

Shy: Although he is very charming and tends to draw people in, Nathan is very shy. He isn't one to approach strangers and start up a conversation, but he's more than glad to accept conversation with strangers that come to him first. He is very insecure about his sexuality and he finds it hard to talk to people about it, even his family, even though they are very accepting about it.

Creative: If there's one thing that Nathan is good at, it's being creative. In school, he found out that he had a strong liking of art and literature. And a liking wasn't the only thing he had. He was very good at it. Baking is just one other thing he's good at. He was forced to learn the skill because of helping in the bakery his father owned. He used his creativity to give his father ideas and also to take some parts of the business in to his own hands.

Sample RP:
Nathan took a seat on the dark wooden bench at the large table in the mess hall, setting his drawing supplies on the table in front of him. His sketch book was old and tattered, but it was filled with drawings of animals, flowers, people, and so much more. He looked around, surprised that he wasn't the only one that showed up for the art club-esque meeting that he'd heard about only a few days before. There was a paper posted on the bulletin board announcing the club, and as soon as he read it, he knew he'd be there. Art was his first language, the air he breathed, the reason he lived.

He pushed the sleeves of his button-up shirt up to his elbows and then ran his hand through his messy hair before opening up the sketch book and finishing the flowers he started that morning. After all, he was a few minutes early, so he might as well spend his time wisely. It all flowed naturally. He barely had to think about what he was doing. The pencil in his hand moved swiftly across the paper, making obvious shapes and shades, and just like the flowers in his drawing, more and more people started to appear at the table as he drew. Nate paid no attention to them. He was too absorbed in his work to worry about the other people.

He was always the kind of person that kept quiet. He never really talked unless he was talked to, unless, of course, he thought you were interesting enough to approach. Even still, he wouldn't be sure of what to say. If people talked through art all the time, he'd be set, but sadly, that's not the case. Which is why he was so excited about this club. He'd be able to express himself and people would actually be able to relate. Nate looked up from his sketch book and watched as more and more people began to join him at the table. But soon, his pencil was moving once again.

After he finished coloring the drawing of the flowers with the colored pencils he brought with him, Nate studied his latest piece, making sure everything was up to his standards. He smiled, seeing that the drawing was close to perfect. Well, to him at least, and that's all that mattered. He flipped to a fresh, blank page and stared at it for a moment, thinking of what do draw next. He decided to start another flower drawing, this time a bit more detailed than the one he drew before. He planned on adding more flowers, more grass, and a lot more colors to this one. Just as he finished with the basic outline of what he was going to draw, he heard a voice behind him. "Wow, I could never do that."

[/b] He looked up from his sketch book and turned around to see a girl in a bright orange dress. He admired the boldness of the color and immediately knew what color the flowers were going to be in his new drawing.

He put his pencil down on the table and turned back around to face the girl. With a toothy grin, he said, "Ah, well thank you. It's not close to being done yet." Nate looked back down at his drawing, but he didn't continue working on it. "I'm Nathan, by the way," he said, sticking a hand out to the girl. "You can call me Nate, if you'd prefer." After shaking the girl's hand, he put his in his pocket and stood from his seat at the table. "So, where are you sitting? If you need a seat, you can sit here," he said, rocking back and forth on the heels of his faded, brown loafers. He hoped he didn't come off as some sort of attention addict or anything like that. Really, he was just trying to be nice.[/blockquote][/size]

Cossu! That's my final word.

[ciellaroche]

Name: Ciel Raquélle Laroché

Appearance:


Age: Sixteen
Status: Single, looking
Orientation: Bi-curious
Blood: Demonic blood
Background: British and French

Family:
[father] Vincent Grayson Laroché
[mother] Rachel Annette Clemens Laroché (deceased)
[brother] Alexander Scott Laroché
[brother] Alois Claude Laroché

History:
From a very young age, Ciel learned how to stand up for herself. When she was three years old, her mother Rachel, a muggle, died unexpectedly in a car crash on the way to the grocery store, leaving her father to raise not only Ciel, but her two brothers as well. Growing up in a house full of boys taught Ciel a thing or two about strength and confidence, as she constantly had to defend herself when she was being picked on by her brothers. Not having a mother figure around the house who could understand how she felt and what she thought, Ciel had to change her behavior from being the perfect little princess to your everyday average tomboy.

Being the only girl of the family, Ciel’s father often gave her anything and everything she wanted, leading her to believe that life would always be that way. However, her brothers often put her in her place and kept her grounded, helping her to grow into a responsible, fun-loving teenager. She and her brothers are quite close now, and they trust each other more than anyone else.

Ciel and her brothers often get into their own little adventures, and she always ends up the designated leader of the escapades they go on. Although her brothers would never admit it, she is much braver than both of them, and she is not scared easily by the seemingly impossible. When the adventures end for the day, she is always pulled back to her roll as "daddy's little girl".

Personality:
sarcastic: Ciel’s sarcasm often results in her getting into LOTS of trouble. Being the only girl and the youngest child, she’s had to rely on her wit and sharp tongue to beat her brothers mentally, as they have a physical advantage over her. People often get the wrong first impression of her because of her sarcasm, but she really means no offense by it.
free-spirited: Ciel was somewhat of a tomboy as a young girl, obviously having to try her best to fit in with a household full of boys. She has learned not to care so much about what other people think of her, and thoroughly enjoys embracing herself for who she really is.
stubborn: As a child, Ciel found she could get away with practically everything by simply being pig-headed. Some would have called her a brat as a little girl, though she’s mostly grown out of this habit now that she is a teenager. She’s confident in herself which can sometime lead to stubbornness.
loyal: Ciel’s friends are friends to the end. They can walk all over her, spit out insults in her direction and even stab her in the back, but as long as she feels a bond between them she’ll never betray a friendship deeply rooted. This is sometimes a downfall as she can tend to be a little over-trusting and likes to see the good in people, sometimes overlooking the bad.

Sample RP:
"Ciel Raquélle!" Ciel's father hollered from down the stairs. He didn't sound too happy, and Ciel was sure she knew exactly why. She trudged out of her room and stopped at the top of the staircase. "Yes?" she asked as sweetly as she could. Normally this would work, but this wasn't a normal situation. Having no effect on her father, he told her to come see something with him. Yup, she knew she was in trouble now.

Ciel raced down the stairs and was led to the next room. The family room. The room where she'd no doubt get yelled at and thrown into the jail of being grounded. This room was covered from the floor to the ceiling in paint of all sorts and dried blood was on the corner of the coffee table and in a circle on the carpet below it. "What do you make of this, Ciel?" her father asked. She could clearly hear the disappointment in his voice. "Well... you remember when my cousins came over two days ago while you were gone on business? Well they had an idea for a paintball match against me, Alois, and Alex. Alex tackled the younger one, Allison. Her head hit the coffee table rather hard, and I decided to fix her up so I used magic to fix her wide open skull. Alois and Alex told me they'd fix this room up before you came home.. but I guess they didn't." she finished bitterly. She looked back up to her father. He looked calmer than she had first expected. Silently he moved to the center of the room. "You're grounded," came his monotonous voice after what seemed like an eternity of silence. Ciel's mouth gaped. "What? How long?" she stuttered. Her father just shook his head. "Just go upstairs."

Ciel ran back to her room and locked the door. She looked into the mirror at her fiery red locks and... wait! Fiery red hair? She looked herself up and down and was surprised. In her frustration she had somehow turned red? This was odd, even to her. "What?" she breathed. She laid down on her bed for a moment in an attempt to calm herself down, and then went back to the mirror. She was back to the beautiful brunette she was before. Hmm... she could really have some fun with this. Ciel closed her eyes, thought as hard as she could and focused on making her hair turn another wild color. Purple! Pink! Blue! She thought about it, and then opened her eyes. Green. "Not what I was going for..." she said to herself. But she knew she could do this on command. She closed her eyes again and thought about changing her eyes to be red. She always liked red eyes. She opened them, and found herself staring at a teenage girl with a duck beak. She opened her mouth to say something and...

"QUACK!"

Ciel quickly shut her beak and focused on getting rid of it. It went away almost instantly! She trailed her fingers lightly across her lips as if in a trance. "What is up with this?" She raced to her bedside and looked under the bed to find a book on magical abilities. She looked through it for a couple minutes, and finally found the one ability that would describe exactly what she's going through. "Metamorphmagus," she whispered, sounding out every syllable. She smiled, but it faded quickly when her father rushed into the room. "What are you doing up here? I heard a duck..." he said. Ciel closed the book with a thud. "It was me." she said very seriously. Her father chuckled. "Right. And I can sing opera. Now really, enough of the joking. What mischief are you up to now?" he prodded. "Honestly dad, it was me!" she said a bit frantically. She proceeded to show her father the beak she had acquired at will. She quacked just so the realization would hit him harder. Her father just started in amazement. He moved over to her and ruffled her hair. "Just when I thought you couldn't get anymore magical..." he sighed and smirked.

((That was just the first thing I thought of, since I dunno if you guys let people be metamorphmagi without like applying or not. But either way I hope this was alright as an RP, even if she's not allowed to be a metamorphmagus )

Yes... Sournois will help you to achieve your fervent goals.

[jon]

FIRST NAME: Jonathan.
LAST NAME: Herring.
AGE: Seventeen in appearance, sixty technically.

APPEARENCE:



PERSONALITY:


There are several people in the world that believe things get better with age. That may be true, that may not be. However, in the case of Jonathan Herring, it is one hundred percent true. As a kid, or human, or however you want to look at it, Jonathan was constantly under speculation, constantly being judged, and constantly feeling as if he did not meet expectations. The simplest things were remedial in performance. He would walk, but his shoulders weren't square enough, or he would smile on cue but it was did big or not big enough. And then came the more complex matters of life, like whether or not he could harness magic. Though his parents would never tell him, because of their love for him or something like that, Jonathan knew he was never good enough for them. That is why Jonathan hates expectations, those that apply to him and those that do not. He never truly felt free until after he was turned, which gave him a reason to turn his back on his family ... which, in turn, gave him a reason to discover who he truly was.

He wanted to be nothing like the boy he was before: submissive, eager to please, confused, etc. He was lost within himself. He knew what he wanted, but never if he deserved it because everything around him told him he did not. Jonathan turned his back on that boy the day he was bitten. He knew things would be different, and he could feel it. Suddenly, he felt this urge to do things, to make things happened. Wants and needs that filled him with ecstasy could not be ignored, or pushed aside with a half-heart "maybe later/someday" as they so often did before. Things needed to be done. There was an obvious change within him that no longer accepted the idea that he did not deserve what he wanted. He felt the need, and he went after them. At first, it was a thrill, which eventually became second nature. Jonathan learned that there is nothing that cannot be attained if the person is determined; with that, he based his theory that confidence will get you anywhere.

There is hardly a day that goes by you won't see Jonathan Herring and be captivated by the illusive smirk that seems permanent on his lips. He always looks as if he's hiding something, a secret maybe, something that you don't know but wish you did. And he knows it - arrogantly, he refers to it as an endearing quality. But whatever it is, it draws people to him, makes him desirable company. However, that doesn't exactly mean he is desirable in company. Jonathan has a very hard time making friends because his personality is boundless, not that he cares to much for friends in the first place. Jonathan takes every situation and exhibits it as he sees it, and no way else. He is unfiltered, finding the truth to be much more pleasant than the opposite, whether it be beautiful or not.

While darkness is something that Jonathan takes part in, mostly because it is a part of who he is, he is generally a happy person. He enjoys making light of situations, specifically to refrain from displaying emotions. Although, Jonathan can often be perceived as mean spirited - which, when you are talking about a vampire, is not all that bad of an adjective to use - in his mannerisms, tone of voice, and, well, pretty much everything about him, but he really means no harm ... all things considered. Darkness is apart of who he is and he can't change that, but the darkness that exudes from him is natural. Acting on it is a different story, because he doesn't. Most of the time. Like any other, well, guy, Jonathan loves confrontation. He loves asserting his dominance and he loves making people bleed. (Figuratively and literally.) Even more so, he loves making himself bleed. He takes no shame in scars.

Jonathan is not to be mistaken for someone who thrives off of making people feel uncomfortable, who would rather make a person bleed than smile, and who dares to do things simply because he can. While all of those traits may be applicable at some point, Jonathan does have at least one

[/u] redeeming quality about him. He may be brash. He may be combative. And he may have to kill to survive. But Jonathan is human, technically. Before he was turned, he only ever had one real friend, someone he trusted and enjoyed spending his time with. Even today, Jonathan holds this quality. He can make conversation with nearly any person he meets, and most likely he can charm that person enough that even though he might grate on their nerves, they would rather he be that than gone. That, however, does not symbolize a connection. It is rare that Jonathan actually likes who he is friends with. His friends are dear to him. Coincidentally, Jonathan prefers not to hate. It's a wasted emotion, in his opinion. There is a huge difference between dislike and hatred. Jonathan has yet to meet any one person he truly hated ... and he fears for the person he ends up hating.

HISTORY:

Jonathan Cassiel Herring was the first of three children to Morgan and Aleandra. Several theories crossed his mind on more than one occasion that his parents only felt the need to have more children after the realization came that Jonathan was different. He was in no way the child his parents had expected. As a child he was unruly, carefree, unattainable, and unpredictable. At first, they thought it to be a phase, something he could be trained out of. It soon became apparent that that was not the case.

The idea that Jonathan was, alone, a wizard was so abhorred by his family, he thought briefly of running away, of not burdening them with his, obviously, monstrous being. However, he did not. He stayed almost to spite his parents. He wanted them to feel bad about being afraid of him at first, but as time went on, that notion slipped from his mind. And, eventually, his parents were less bothered by the idea of their son being a wizard. His magic, however, was not disregarded. It became apparent that his powers were not going away, nor could he tame and control them on his own. Schooling, however, was out of the question. His parents refused to encourage the practice of witchcraft, but they recognized that Jonathan needed to learn control.

When Jonathan was thirteen, he met Uncle Luke. Luke was neither Jonathan's uncle, nor was he any form of family in any way. However, that was what Jonathan was told to call this man from now on. Luke was like him, a wizard. From that day on, Luke and Jonathan spent at least a small portion of time together in attempts to school Jonathan on the art of controlling his powers. He soon learned that it was not as simple as that; a few lessons could not turn Jonathan into a master of his own powers. (But Luke encouraged that Jonathan keep that from his parents, as they were adamant about Jonathan's length of training. They were ignorant to the fact that Jonathan would have to learn before he could control.) He was young, and unpredictable in his abilities. And he had no wand. Luke taught Jonathan everyday for a year. After Jonathan got his first wand, he started very small. Living in a very muggle neighborhood could only allow for so much magic activity, and Jonathan's parents hardly approved of spending time at Luke's house.

After a year, however, Jonathan's parents made the decision to refuse Luke to continue to "teach" Jonathan. According to them, Jonathan had enough experience under his belt, and any further instruction would simply corrupt Jonathan. In his first act of rebellion, Jonathan went to see Luke the next day. Much to his dismay, Luke refused to see Jonathan anymore. He respected his parents much more than that, or something like that. Details are lost with time. So Jonathan did not return. Not for several months. However, life as a muggle and deprivation from the knowledge he knew was out there ate away at him. He went back to Luke. He demanded that Luke continue to teach him, that he didn't care what his parents had to say. He would loose his mind if he had to continue living the way he was before. So Luke agreed to continue to teach him, so long as Jonathan agreed that his parents never found out, and that he only used magic when Luke was present. And Jonathan agreed.

Jonathan never had the advantage of attending school the way most young wizards do. He never got to be around other wizards and witches his age, or live the life that they did. He hoped that when his younger siblings were old enough to show any possible signs of being like him so that he wasn't completely alone, even if they were so much younger than him, that they would. But they never did. They were as muggle as their parents - just as ordinary. It drove Jonathan crazy, to be so alone in this world he knew existed. Other than Luke, Jonathan had never seen another wizard before. The day Jonathan turned seventeen, he moved out of his parents home. He almost moved in with Luke, or near him, or asked him to go traveling with him and show him the wizarding world. He didn't.

When Jonathan went to go see Luke, he was gone. It was as if he erased his entire existence. Feeling abandoned, Jonathan left town. He left the country. He never found much of anything that interested him, not in the muggle world at least. It was three days before his eighteenth birthday when Jonathan laid eyes on the first person like him that could be easily recognized, aside from Luke. Somehow, he found himself in a pub he had never even heard of before. The attraction was its apparent repel of the average passerby on the street. The Leaky Cauldron. The instant he walked into the pub he could tell. (It might have had something to do with the people stirring their drinks without touching their spoons, or the floating candles in the window, or several other reasons. Whatever it was, it was obvious that this was no ordinary muggle pub.) That was the first day he entered the wizarding world; he rarely left afterward.

Is it ironic that the first girl he "fell in love with" - which is said that way because in retrospect, the love was not real, nor was it lasting, but it was lovely in its own way - was the girl who corrupted him in ways his parents could never even imagine? Perhaps his parents were right about the world they did not want him to be a part of. Just after his seventeenth birthday, his lovely girlfriend (the only real one he'd ever had mind you) turned him into a vampire. Arden Devereux never hid the fact that she wasn't the witch he only assumed she was, but she never confessed that she was a vampire. Perhaps Jonathan was under the impression that Arden was just exceptionally kinky, or he was incredibly naive. Either make sense, but Jonathan hasn't looked a day older nineteen - assuming he ever really grew into nineteen - for sixty years. He never bothered to tell his family, they might loose their sanity. He continued to visit them sparingly for the next few years, but then abandoned them collectively. They were apart of his past, and he never had a hope to be what they wanted him to be, nor did he care to pretend he could. At that, he truly embraced his life as a vampire. It was sixty years he spent roaming the world, before finally discovering he did, in fact, possess wizarding blood. And so, the adventure begun!

RP SAMPLE:

They are two separate extremities, obviously.

The first: hunger.

The only thing worse than an angry vampire is one that is subservient to their own hunger. There is no voice of reason. There is no use of persuasion, or even seduction. (In fact, seduction would only be counterproductive.) There is no mercy. You are nothing, nothing more significant than a meal, a game, if that. If you're lucky, it will be quick. But you will die. No matter what you do, or who you are; cross paths with a hungry vampire, and it's likely that's the last path you will walk. On the bright side, if there is one, at least you can say your death wasn't boring.

The second: sadism.

A hungry vampire is deadly, instantly deadly, but a bored vampire may only be dangerous. That's not to say that they are any less deadly; many have been known to loose their lives as an outlet for a lone vampire's boredom. It's sad when you think about it that way, but, as Jonathan would certainly vouch for, that doesn't make it any less fun. Besides, they don't have to die, but they almost ask for it, it seems. Jonathan doesn't kill for fun - not on record. He kills because he has to, either to feed or because Voldemort tells him to. Of course, what loyalty does he really have towards "The Dark Lord", as they so like to call him? None, more than anything, it is simply an excuse. But a good one, don't you think. Doesn't quite look as terrible on Jonathan if he's the abused slave in The Dark Lord's army, forced to do his bidding. (Jonathan has never bothered to mention to Elyria that his proposal to do her killing for her has very little to do with wanting to help her - in fact, he'd much love it if she wanted to crack a few skulls - and more to do with wanting an excuse to kill. )

So it is likely that Jonathan is less human now than he was before. When he was first turned, he had no one to help him, no one to listen to. The only voice he knew was the one inside his own head. It whispered softly at first; it would say, drink. Then when Jonathan didn't understand, it would say again, drink. Only this time, it was a little louder, but still utterly complacent. And if it were visible, translucent. But Jonathan still didn't understand, and the voice wouldn't subside. It would grow louder and more insistent, until it was filled with a need so great it translated into anger. And it was blazing. So Jonathan gave in blindly, the only way he knew how. There was never the desire to kill, to hunt, to feed - only the need. It was still present. The need always is.

It was one of the few things Jonathan knew to be constant. In their time, there are things people consider to be eternal, everlasting. Things they could never imagine a certain thing, person, place without. But nothing is timeless, nothing. The ground we walk on, will it always be there? Really be there? How can we know; until the end of eternity, we can't. Even the greatest of tragedies soon become insignificant with the passing of time. After all, when there is nobody left to mourn, is it even tragic anymore?

France was tragic.

Despite the pull he felt toward it, he also hated it. Jon always thought if ever he felt strangely human, strangely nostalgic, he would return to France. He would soak it in. He would leave. The first time he returned to France was for Elyria. He turned her then. There was nothing nostalgic about it; it was still home. Everything existed as he had left it. But when he returned the second time, nearly thirty years later (his mother had just died), things were not the same. They had changed drastically. Oddly enough, there was a feeling of betrayal. How could Jonathan have thought France was exempt to change, when he watched the rest of the world around him doing the exact same thing? Naivety, if that's at all possible. And even now, as he walked the streets of France - giving in to that pull, you see, because even though there was a part of him that hated France, he couldn't turn his back on it forever - he saw the change. In the streets. In the people. In the old opera house, that no longer looked like a place of music - well, there was music coming from beyond the archways, but not of the operatic kind.

And she was there. Why did Jonathan have the ability to find Elyria even when he wasn't looking for her? It must have something to do with that magnetic pull, inexplicable but evident. (When Jonathan first returned to France, he had no idea why he did that. But when he returned, almost instantly he ran into Elyria. It was then, because of her, some humanity was resurrected within him.)

Upon seeing her, he smiled, a natural thing for him. She was crying. That didn't phase his energy. Suddenly he was next to her, kissing her cheek. "Why the tears, doll face?" He couldn't imagine what would have her so shaken. Jonathan had named himself her protector, but really she needed no protecting. She could fend for herself, whether she wanted to or not.
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It must be Sournois...

[authenticity]

First Name: Ashton
Last Name: Adams
Age: 16
Appearance: Click

History:
Ashton was always daddy's little princess. Anything she wanted was hers with a few innocent words and batting eyelashes. That is, as long as she kept her daddy in the dark. She was a master of manipulation, and her father was naive. He thought nothing in the world could be more pure than his little girl, leaving him ignorant to Ashton's true self - someone far different than the little act she put on.

Ashton grew up wealthy. She always did as she was told, or at least seemed to, and was the perfect, charming little girl. She was extremely sheltered with an incredible amount of pressure put on her to do well in all aspects of life. Her family would not stand for inadequacy. It was this pressure for her to excel from the moment she was born that allowed her to master manipulation at a young age. Although it seemed like her parents had complete control of her, in actuality they were wrapped around her little finger. Unfortunately, knowing how to get everything she wanted growing up wasn't exactly a blessing. It made her cold towards others emotions. She felt no compassion for other beings, and if a name at all had to be placed on what she felt towards others, it would be apathy. Ashton grew into a selfish, self-obsessed girl who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. She had no boundaries to what she would do as long as it ended with her happiness.

At the age of 16, Ashton had finally had enough. After pretending to be the perfect little girl for so long so that she could get that overly-expensive bag or designer shoes, she was done. Over the years she had grown to hate her father, and her family in all. She hated how they were too easy to manipulate, it wasn't a challenge nor even slightly amusing anymore. She hated their existence, she hated hearing them, seeing them, or even being around them. She hated that their inability to be decent parents had turned her into some sort of heartless being. But, she also realized that her heartlessness was a blessing - she had the ability to get ahead in life without any outside distractions of compassion or caring. Thus, she decided it was time to leave. It didn't take much to convince her parents that going to Beauxbatons was a good way to go, it was her mothers school, after all. All she had to do was pull the education card, bat some eyelashes, and claim how much she loved her parents. Hell, it was harder getting the new Jeffrey Campbells. Her mother had gone to Beauxbatons ages ago, and although her parents wanted her to have a normal, muggle lifestyle, her mother's elven lineage did occasionally show up in Ashton and they eventually folded to her desires.

So off she went. She wasn't sure if her eager willingness to leave home was an effect of hate, or boredom. Either way, she was on her way to a new school where hopefully there would be some more challenging opponents - or at least someone she genuinely liked.

Personality:
Ashton has what others would consider a "dark" personality. But she doesn't see it that way - she sees it as an advantageous personality. She does whatever it takes to get what she wants and get her ahead. What's wrong with doing things for yourself sometimes, right? Although she put up a front to most of being the perfect daughter who could charm the lights out of anything, that was far from reality. In actuality, Ashton was a horrid child. She drank, did drugs, had sex, hung out with the "wrong crowd", and behind acting like the perfect daughter who could never do anything wrong, she not only manipulated her parents, but everyone around her. Although no true "meaning" or "value" could be taken from her relationships, she figured this was the ideal path to take. Who needs relationships when you have every materialistic item you could ever want, anyways.

It's not like she cuts herself off from other people, though, definitely not. She just sees them as her little toys, her puppets that will do anything she wishes. She's had boyfriends in the past, however few, although she never really liked them much - just how they looked. She figured she probably won't ever like anyone, so she might as well fxck something that looks good. All of those relationships ended up with her dumping the poor boys after she got tired and bored of them, though. Besides, she always figured the chase was more fun than the actual relationship.

Ashton has a large reliance and obsession with appearances. First impressions mean far too much to her and she's constantly grooming herself to make a "good" first impression on others. She won't leave the house without makeup on or her hair done, and refuses to be seen if she looks anywhere near sub-par. She'll stare at herself in anything with a reflection and touches her hair far too much. She's quick to judge others and loves to gossip with opinions on everyone and everything constantly swarming around her mind. If you make a good first impression on her, she's bound to treat you well. However, a bad first impression is difficult to comeback from. Ashton's easily jealous and is your typical mean girl who puts down others in an attempt to feel better about herself.

Sample RP:
It was about midday and Ashton was almost all packed to leave for her new school. Normally this would be about the time people leaving their home would feel sadness, or at least feel some sort of longing to stay a bit longer with their family.

But that was not the case with Ashton.

She was eager to get out of the loft, New York, the United States. Although Ashton had always been a city girl, and would probably miss the city dearly, she couldn't wait to get rid of her annoying parents for an entire year. The new school was across seas and hundreds of miles away - hopefully far enough so that her parents wouldn't feel inclined to visit. This would be a place where she could start over, where no one would know anything about her or what she was capable of. They wouldn't know about her manipulative ways, how nothing was truly "real" with her, how she was a backstabber, or how she only did anything to get what she wanted. She wasn't a liar, but she had a way of twisting words and stories to her own advantage - something she loved and hated about herself. She secretly hoped at this new school that someone would catch her in the act, just for the thrill of being caught. But it was doubtful.

Ashton hated putting effort into anything. Everything always came so easy to her that whenever something required effort, she basically gave up then and there. If she couldn't have it easily, she wouldn't have it at all. Very rarely would she put real effort into something, but when she did, she desperately wanted it. Such was a case with the packing she was doing. Honestly, manual labor was not her thing, and she despised packing up her hundreds upon hundreds of clothes. But, it was worth it, for no shoe nor necklace would be left behind. Ashton had an extreme amount of clothes, and given that she was greatly appearance-based, she felt that her thousands of dollars spent on clothes alone was well worth it. Thus, after hours of the hard labor of packing, she was finally done. All of her hundreds of clothes, accessories, and makeup that had filled up her entire room were now neatly placed into a single suitcase - with the help of a spell her mother had taught her earlier that day.

Ashton dragged her suitcase downstairs and placed it by the front door before grabbing her cat Callie and placing her in her carrier. She had a soft spot for animals, and pretty much adored them more than humans, therefore there was no way in hell she was leaving her poor innocent cat alone with her parents for an entire year. After a minute or so, Ashton became annoyed. She started tapping her foot impatiently and called to her parents to hurry up. She couldn't understand why they were taking so long, obviously everything had to run on her schedule. Soon enough, her parents came running downstairs with cameras to get some "last memories" of their daughter before she went off to a new school. Now Ashton was really annoyed. She allowed them two photos each before storming out the door. The only person Ashton allowed to take photos of her was herself, anyone else was not qualified. Occasionally she would let the school photographer for yearbook photos, but other than that she was particular about her photographer.

Suitcase in hand, she hurried down the stairs and quickly caught a taxi, her parents rushing to keep up with her. Ashton stared outside the window as her parents got into the taxi and they zoomed off to the airport, attempting one last time to feel some sort of sadness for leaving.

It must be Sournois. Remember thought that drugs, sex and alcohol are not allowed on BB.

[tuva]

CANDICE MCKENNA VAN DOUSEN.
FULL NAME: Candice Van Dousen.
AGE: Sixteen.
APPEARANCE:

HOMETOWN: Provence, France.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: South of Marseilles, France in Beauxbatons.
PATRONUS: baby fox.
BOGGART: an empty dark space. since as a child she has been frightened to be alone and aghast of the dark.
MIRROR OF ERISED: "for kingsley chambers to fall in love with me...i mean..." candice wants to be a transfiguration professor at Beauxbatons, or just to be happy in life.
AMORTENTIA: citrus, with a bit of mango, fruity almost and a hint of cinnamon and coffee, with dragon's blood.
SCHEDULE: candice basically wakes up in the morning and takes her usual classes of: transfiguration, arithmancy, potions, defense against the dark arts, divination, COMC, and charms. but she get's distracted a lot and usually dazes or daydreams during lectures and lessons. candice, however, does fairly well in arithmancy but astounding in transfiguration, hence her favorite class to be in. though it is only when she applies herself and sits down to concentrate, that she get's the attention she should from her professors. she's a very giddy person and usually is caught doodling in her notebook. and during class breaks, candice would roam off into the enchanted woods to see her baby fox, whom she kept as a pet.
BEST SUBJECT & WORST SUBJECT: her best subject would obviously be transfiguration, and she's doing fairly well in arithmancy. and her worse subject would be herbology because she just can't wrap her head around mundane plants and fungi.

THE DETAILS.
PERSONALITY:

Candice always has things on her mind, and is very much of a difficult girl to understand. She has a dazed and confused feeling to her, and she is always thinking. Mainly in class because she is not distracted by friends or passing students on the run. Her distraction is easy to get to, and she can never focus on one thing. She possibly can have ADD, though her thoughts always ran wild, which is why she's full of creativity. You'll see her dabbing around with paint and pencils, sketching and painting whatever comes to her mind. Art is something close to her since her mom would always practice her drawings and paintings, and was a way for the family to earn money. Specially in hard times, where her mom had to sell some paintings off the streets of France, and earn money for food or clothing for the family that way. So art is very dear to Candice, and she wants to follow in her mother's footsteps when it comes to passion. Which is why Candice is always thinking of new things that can inspire her to create new and improved drawings or paintings. And what comes to her mind from the minute she wakes up, she takes out a piece of blank canvas and starts to dabble paint or sketch with her pencil. Usually it turns out a work of art, and if she's not satisfied with her results, she would start the painting or drawing over until she fully appreciates it. This is quite odd, but if she gets a picture in her head to paint of draw in the morning, that us the picture of how her day is going to turn out. For example, if she pictures something happy that makes her feel good, like kingsley chambers asking her out, Candice would believe that that day would be the best day ever (though she wouldn't exactly predict the future that she's gonna be asked out). And if it's rainy or something is scary, Candice wouldn't draw that depiction in her head, nor would she think her day would be at it's best. So Candice mainly believes that if her dreams or feeling of a day is depicted in her head, that would most likely be the turnout of her day. It's not necessarily a magical ability she has.

With that said, Candice is very much a safe girl and likes to take note of everything she does before she does it. Even with her wild imagination Candice feels herself as a boring person. So she would usually conjure up whiskey or butterbeer in her room or in the room of requirement, even though she is well aware it is prohibited in the school. Usually the butterbeer and whiskey would bring her ADD to kick in, which would make her act very hyper and usually words would come out of her mouth which she wouldn't mean at all, and her actions would be of precarious and erratic behavior, but not to an extent where you would label her as 'drunk' it is really her ADD behavior acting up. But Candice is never really hyper around people she doesn't know or have no interest in getting to know. She would mainly be less shy and more hyper around people she really knows and who's she's most comfortable around. And so romance isn't always easy for her. Candice is a very shy girl around people she doesn't know, specially guys. Kingsley Chambers is a guy she loves and always stalks, literally, and she's the most shy, curious, and flirty around him. Whether or not she see's herself as flirtatious as she is. Albeit promiscuous, Candice needs to have a very intimate and understanding moment with a guy before she reveals her sensuality, which she is very comfortable with when alone with a guy. So public display of affection is definitely not something for Candice. Romance is all about the intimacy of it.
HISTORY:

Candice's life story is not a sob one per se, but more romantically speaking. She grew up in a household of six brothers, a father and mother, in France. And always spoke in her mother tongue, which is French, ever since she was able to speak. She was the third child born to the Van Dousen family, and they were relieved a girl came into the world. And because she was their only girl in the family, her parent's would take the time to lecture her about life and growing up, and would usually keep her safe in their pockets (not literally speaking haha). They were big on keeping Candice away from muggles and muggle-borns, which is why they kept her inside the house studying magic non-stop. Especially transfiguration and arithmancy, which both her parents exceed in. Candice's parents also had a very good idea of how boys act with girls, having that they have four sons already, and well, one on the way. Which is why they kept Candice away from boys who could possibly harm her in any way. Not physically, but more emotionally and romantically. Not that her parents want her to stay away from the world, they just wanted her to be safe...possibly too safe.

But as a teen, that didn't keep her away from getting with guys. Especially Kingsley Chambers, her next door neighbor. He too was a part of the wizarding world, and was a very close friend of Candice. Though she had more of a friendly vibe for Kingsley. And it made it even harder, or easier, to get to know Kingsley because Candice's family is very close to his, especially because her mom had once had a major crush on Kingsley's father. And that possibly passed down to Candice for falling for the Chamber's men. Ever since eleven years old, Candice has been falling for Kingsley and had a major crush on him for the past three years. Of course, you may think Candice was all smiles. But she's a very promiscuous girl, specially when she was turning into a teen and became more interested in Kingsley. She definitely dropped hints to Kingsley that she's practically in love with him, though he would never notice. Or maybe he was just too good and hid his true feelings. Though Candice would've never known. Her family wanted to move out in Marseilles, France, because Candice and her brothers were going to attend Beauxbatons Academy. And mostly because they wanted to keep an eye out for them, which was very unimportant and unnecessary to Candice.

Knowing that her family was going to move away, and that she has wasted her time not telling Kingsley how she really felt for him, Candice knew she had to express her feelings. So before the day of the move, Candice spent intimate time with Kingsley as if best friends, though she knew there was much more feelings than friendly. As soon as Candice and Kingsley started to play around, she caught up to meet his eyes, and they started making out. She felt a rush and she forced herself onto him, until he backed away, his hands still holding her face to look up at him. He smiled and told her all his feelings he had of her, and how much of an idiot he was to hiding everything. Candice was of course hesitant specially because they were in the woods in the back of her parent's house, and she had no intentions of being caught sucking faces with Kingsley. There was no time for fights to ruin a moment like this, Candice thought. So after a family dinner, with the Chambers and Van Dousen's at one table, Candice and Kingsley both kept looking at each other. They wanted to spend their last night together and make it as memorable as possible. And almost turning sixteen, a day away, Candice knew that that day was gonna be special. It was nighttime and Candice and Kingsley quietly sneaked into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. They had slept together and Candice knew that she shouldn't have because it would be harder to let go of Kingsley. And he was aware of that too. Which was why Candice left his room without saying goodbye to him, noticing he just dozed off. And she left without another word, off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic on her sixteenth birthday. It was possible to see Kingsley Chambers again.
SAMPLE ROLE-PLAY:

Her eyes were closed and she dozed off soundly like a baby. Her head was fuzzy and she suddenly pictured herself trudging along, through corridors, and passing obstacles that seem to protect her. There was a slight opening at the end of the endless corridor, and her thoughts didn't let her think, she just moved and ran to the opening where sunlight seemed to have poured out. Her face was basked with sunlight, and everything seemed blinding. Candice made her way towards a visible tree, where a shadow seemed to have occupied the bark. It wasn't anything to be scared of, since Candice knew it was Kingsley. Her feet drifted almost off the ground, as if she was flying, towards Kingsley and his shadow. He was standing behind the tall tree, and Candice crept up on him, but before she was able to touch him, he came out of the shadows and caressed her. Kingsley started to kiss Candice forcibly and hug her like she was a long lost pet. Then in a sudden instance, a burst of wind flew at Candice, and everything was blank...

Candice woke up and walked towards her bathroom to get ready for breakfast.

Candice always loved the fact that she was the only girl because attention was always on her, more so the guys rarely ever cared. It seemed fine to her, but she realized, while growing up, that her parent's attention turned too overprotective on her. It wasn't her thing to just be bossed around, watched closely, and untrusted by her parents. She felt as if she was being followed or stalked by her parents and everything she did. But she knew that she shouldn't be the one to complain. She was a stalker to. "8:15, Kingsley Chambers outside to play a bit of quidditch with his mates...perfect," Candice said with a smile. It wasn't the creepy way of stalking, but she had a lot of love stored up in her, that it was too hard to not look at him for a second. Candice slipped on clothes quickly and grabbed fresh toast as she made it downstairs. Without a second glance behind her, Candice briskly ran towards the door and out into the hot summer air. She took a deep breath before going further out, and combed her hair with her hands, and patted down her clothes to make sure her appearance was clean and noticeable. She wanted Kingsley to get how she feels, but then again, she didn't know how to.

Making her way towards a small quidditch pitch across the street, Candice stuffed her mouth with toast and swallowed the left over pieces in her mouth. She took a breath and wished she had some water, so she took out her wand and flicked it chanting a charm, and the sudden poof of a glass of water landed in her hands. She drank it up and placed it on the ground. Candice's dazed eyes was fixated on Kingsley laughing around, and up in the sky forcing himself to win that small quidditch match against his friends. Candice smiled and giggled as she walked towards the pitch. Walking without noticing where she was going, Candice stepped on two rocks and tripped and fell onto the grass. Her brunette hair swirled landing on her face, her head lifted, and she huffed in embarrassment. She noticed Kingsley making his way towards her, and she cussed under her breath. Kingsley's friends were all laughing at Candice, but she noticed that he was the only one that was concerned. Still laying on the ground on her stomach, Candice saw Kingsley's hand outstretched in front of her offering to help her up. She blushed as a reddish pink tint flooded her cheeks. Candice recollected herself as she stood up in front of Kingsley looking down and not being able to meet his eyes. She bit her bottom lip and peeked up at Kingsley's face that was smiling but not in a joking way. "That was quite a fall," Kingsley said with a slight chuckle. All Candice could do was look up at him and giggle. She wondered how she could tell him the truth. But she knew that she was going to soon. The day wasn't over yet, and Candice noticed that her dreams were a sign. It was a sign that Kingsley will know today how she really felt. But as well as something drifting her away from him. But what?

Definitely a Cossu!

[edmund bennet]

First Name: Moreau

Last Name: Matthieu

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:


History:

Personality:

Sample RP:

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[aurelie villon.]

FIRST NAME: Aurelie Georgette.
LAST NAME:
AGE:

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:

CREATIVE - - marked by the ability or power to create; imaginative
Arlie to the casual observer seems rather plain-Jane. A little on the silly side, but certainly not ridiculously so, perhaps leaning toward the uber smart side of things, but still not a stand out. It’s when you dig under the surface, and past the scribbled bars of music on her history of magic notes that you find the true girl. Aurelie is extremely imaginative, to the point of at times completely zoning out when she’s bored and wandering around in her own little made up world in her head. Her most preferred past time is sitting at a piano, alone, and writing down pages and pages of her own musing and imaginings. Sometimes lyrics pop into her head and she’ll just write them down or murmur them aloud to the slight discomfort of those around her. Aurelie thinks of much of the world in terms of lyrics; she writes songs for people she doesn’t know or can’t understand in order to figure them out.

WITHDRAWN - - removed from immediate contact or easy approach; isolated
Aurelie is kind of a social recluse. By choice mind you, and not because she doesn’t like people, in fact she likes them quite a lot, but she’s that friend that will go to the party, grab a beer and then sit in the corner for hours, laughing at a few jokes, talking with the people that seek her out, but mostly just being there and soaking up the atmosphere. A lot about Arlie works like a sponge, really. In class she rarely participates, but learns solely by listening and absorbing. In conversation, she usually likes to take the role of second in command, smiling, nodding and reacting in her quiet way. Of course, there are people that can easily bring her out of her semi-shell, but mostly she prefers to stay within her comfort zone. She’s friendly enough, but not a big talker or interact-er. She likes it much better if she feels comfortable to walk in silence with someone than to feel as if she has to keep a conversation going at all times.

INTERESTED - - the state of having the attention engaged
While Aurelie tends to drift and imagine when the abstract is being presented to her, when the tangible is what’s in question, Arlie pays rapt attention. Beautiful people, lovely scenes, devastating sounds, and tasty food are all things that Arlie pays absolute undivided attention to. She loves detail, in art and just in life in general. The small things about people make her smile and appreciate life. While she doesn’t engage as much as people might think someone as fascinated as she is would, she nevertheless is completely enchanted by the physical world around her. Her senses are her tools; smelling, seeing, touching and hearing make Arlie’s life totally worthwhile and she wouldn’t trade such gifts for all the world.

CYNICAL - - contemptuously distrustful of human nature and motives
It is rather unfair to say that Arlie mistrusts humans, because that isn’t the case. She is a cynic in the classic sense: she sees things as they are. There is no sugar coating in Aurelie’s world. Any semblance of an artificially sweetened life melted quickly away when she found out her own father offed her mother. Even before that though, Aurelie was not one to pretend that things were better (or worse) than they were. Realistic about reality, always, she leaves dreaming for when she is actually in her own little dream world. She does not find the negative in everything, as most cynics are often accused of doing, she simply sees the actuality and mostly just accepts it as it is—she isn’t a mover nor a shaker, she’s just Aurelie.

TRANQUIL - - free from agitation of mind or spirit
In the same vein, Aurelie takes most things sitting down. She isn’t easily angered, although disgust usually replaces the emotion for her. If she sees someone being bullied, she isn’t going to be the hero, but she feels like retching, or crying, because the cruelty of teenagers gets to her sometimes and absolutely drives her insane. General malice is something that Arlie can’t abide really; she condemns those that design their lives around the prospect of hurting others, but she always keeps her judgments to herself. After all it wouldn’t do to have her runny about mouthing off about how sickening Death Eaters are, because her father is quite possibly the worst of the worst. She is careful about whom she tells her beliefs to, and even when she does disclose them, her passion is not apparent. She really just wants everyone to give everyone else a hug and get along.

HISTORY:

There is love, and then there is obsession.

Genevieve was an obsessive sort. Everyone knew she and Leo were going to be married. It was obvious, painfully so, that Genevieve would settle for nothing less. People worried about her, her close friends even thought it would be appropriate to ask her if she needed help. She rebuffed them, rather rudely, and told them that she was fine, that she didn’t need help, that this was how love worked. But not all love leads to becoming a killing machine. Most love doesn’t require that you completely alter who you are so that your partner doesn’t leave or kill you. This love did, and Genevieve refused to give it up for the world. She happily accepted the burning tattoo on her arm, and all the duties that came along with it, as long as he would love her. As long as he would be proud.

One of those duties was bearing his children, which she did with the usual gusto of a first time mother who wants to make her husband happy. First came Mateo, and then almost exactly two years later, out popped Aurelie. They were a perfect family, ratios even, ages well planned, parents in love…and yet there was something so off about them. They made people uncomfortable. Made them want to stay away. Their parents were too in love, too happy, and it was wrong and off putting. Arlie couldn’t have cared less. Like any daughter, she adored her mother beyond reason and wanted the stars to align so that she could be just like her. Her most coveted dream was to fall in love and be as happy as her parents were.

Just as Mat had been, Arlie was easily accepted into Hogwarts, and she scurried off to school with an open mind and an overflowing heart. She made friends quickly, and learned the ropes even quicker. She was quiet and reserved, but that seemed to fit right in at a school like Hogwarts, and while the parents sometimes gave her a second look, the children couldn’t have given a rat’s ass about who her parents were or what strange behavior they sometimes exhibited. It was here, under the guidance of a few caring teachers that Arlie discovered and developed her love for music, and it was here at Beauxbatons that she felt at home. She missed her mother, and perhaps her father too, but Mat was there, and he was always willing to give her a hug if she really needed one, but she rarely did. Independence was a strong point of hers, and she gladly came into her own. By her second year she felt absolutely comfortable in everything she did at school.

But then the note from her father arrived. She assumed it was him telling her, yet again, that her COMC grades were positively unacceptable, so she set it aside to read after she finished her school work. Mateo found her before she could even write another sentence. It was the most intimate moment they’d ever had, and the only time that Aurelie had allowed anyone besides their mother to see her cry. But now their mother could never be there to comfort her again. It wasn’t as if the two bonded that night, but they showed beyond doubt that they were siblings, that they were in fact foundations for each other, even if they didn’t show it, and then the next day, they moved on as well as they could in their own ways. Aurelie wrote as many songs as she could push out of her tired brain, because if she wrote it down, all the emotions were touchable and simpler to deal with.

It was that very summer that she found the slip of paper on her father’s desk when she was looking for a nicer quill. She read it, even though she knew it was rude of her to do so, and then dropped the tiny slip and left the room. It had been a receipt, carelessly misplaced, for a poison purchased in Knockturn Alley…now Arlie was no super sleuth, but she certainly knew what that meant. As of yet, she still hasn’t told her brother, nor let on to her father that she knows except for becoming increasingly cold to the latter. The thing she hated most about her discovery was this: it tarnished all the memories. Everything she’d ever dreamed of becoming was ruined, and she hated it.

Aurelie hated that she didn’t want to grow up to be her mother anymore. The young girl and boy were trasnferred from the Hogwarts Academy to Beauxbatons, due to their father's career path.

RP SAMPLE:

Mais non, cela n'était pas juste, ou. Putain.

English was a stupid language anyway; she didn’t know why she was even trying to write a song in it. She didn’t have the proper vocabulary. Actually, she was pretty sure the language didn’t have the proper vocabulary in general, because this dictionary was doing nothing for her. The words just didn’t fall right. She could speak the damned thing just fine, due to her general boredom with most school topics, but great love of learning random tidbits. In short, she’d taken an interest in the language, learned the thing primitively and then asked her father to get her a tutor, which he had. She was glad, now that she had to live over here in the dank the called a country, that she could at least speak to everyone without the wild hand gestures and furtive looks to which most everyone else had resorted to using.

She nipped at a hang nail, created from unconscious nail biting.

Aurelie knew biting her nails was a nasty habit, but she wondered why. Like seriously, why did everyone reprimand her so harshly for it? It wasn’t as if she were biting people’s left finger off or something. She wasn’t slapping babies when she saw them, or kicking puppies, or denying young children of their ice cream cones or sweets. Now those would be nasty habits. This one seemed pretty minor in comparison. The squishing of the end of her nose thing that her father obsessively reminded her not to do in every letter he sent—yeah that one seemed generally harmless as well. People needed to think more carefully about throwing adjectives like “nasty” about. They shouldn’t be used so lightly.

She squished her nose rather violently as she stared at the page. The music sat next to her, unplayed in weeks because she couldn’t find a bloody piano in the whole of the school. She’d wandered around, skipped plenty of classes and yet still found no music room. There’d even been a music room at Beauxbatons, for all its faults—she had expected more of Hogwarts. After all, they were the big shizam. The head honcho…and furthermore all those other very silly phrases about being in charge. They could at least invest in a piano, maybe then they’d turn out some more creative thinkers. Maybe their student body wouldn’t be so bored, and they wouldn’t pull so many nasty pranks. For Aurelie, boredom could come in two forms. One, the healthy sort that inspires creativity and expansive thinking. Two, the completely damaging kind that feels like it might actually rot your brain out of your head. She rarely experienced the second kind, but suddenly a wave of it hit her, and it appeared there would be no escaping it. kShe flipped open a text book, but her fingers closed it quickly before her eyes could get a peak at the words. This was clearly pointless.

A walk through the April drizzle found Arlie inside the Hogwarts castle, where she carefully shrugged off her dampened and chilly cloak, then folded it in her special, overly neat Arlie way, and laid it in the bottom of her school bag where it wouldn’t disturb her papers. Her first adventure to the library had taken a frustrating portion of her day because of all the silly trick steps and the suits of armor (they were impolite little bastards) and the ghosts and such. She wasn’t used to so much character; the institution at Beauxbatons would have shuddered at the thought of ghosts disrupting the students study time, but Aurelie wasn’t upset by the spirit of the place. It felt nice to be here; it was homey. If trying. Aurelie cleverly, for the most part, navigated the stairs and found her way up to the library with minimal issue and very little swearing.

The powerful smell of old, archival knowledge overwhelmed Aurelie’s nostrils and she took a long moment to allow the smell to engulf her every pore. She loved senses. Touch, smell, hear, taste, see— they all were such integral parts of how people acted out their lives. Everyone always assumes that they make ‘educated’ decisions, and they pick people who are right for them, or make judgments that fit their needs, but this is all just internal fabrication. Aurelie knew that, really, people fall in love at first because it’s easy to love, or at least lust after, someone attractive. The more aesthetically pleasing life makes itself, the likelier people are to live it to its full capacity. Arlie was one of the few who didn’t fight against beauty and first impressions—they were what they were. There was little one could do to change a person’s mind within the first three minutes of meeting them—and after all, it wasn’t so impossible to just make a person’s first intuition good.

She walked through the shelves of books, touching a few, her eyes browsing their intricate spines but not reading any, then finally selecting one about the connection between music and how magic operates. She’d read it before, but translated into French and she hoped that perhaps in its original form…well no, she was really just searching for something to keep her looking busy so she could people watch. Her plan seemed to be momentarily thwarted as she came out of the maze of shelves to find almost every table full. Her eyes scanned a bit, until she found a table with a single inhabitant; it was nestled in the corner of the room, and it certainly looked like the place for the anti social, so she began to pick her way over. Once there, she sat down without greeting, but her eyes scanned the brown haired boy, trying to pick up whether or no he’d be open to conversation. She was usually a passive sort, not one to bother anyone enjoying a quiet read in a corner, but there was something intriguing and complicated about the face she was observing.

Aurelie loved complication.

Carefully opening the book to the fourth page (because then it looked like she’d been reading on the way over), Arlie sat for a moment, and then looked up with a soft smile and with her very French, slightly velveteen voice, said “That beat you are tapping with your fingers sounds like La Valse by Ravel…” Hey, it sort of did, okay?

Another Cossu!

[francescafox]

Full Name: Francesca Penelope Fox
Age: Sixteen
Status: Single
Blood: Pure Blood
Background: British

Appearance:

History:

Francesca, or Frankie as she is so lovingly known by her family and friends, was born on the 31st July 1993. Her mother, Emily Fox, came from a long line of witches and wizards, all of which lived in France. Her father, Benjamin Fox, was British, and he had been a muggle born, something which he chose not to discuss with his family. When they married, the two of them had decided to move to London, England. Benjamin worked in the city, at the Ministry, but what he did there exactly, Frankie had never been sure of.
Her mother had been a robe maker up until Frankie was born, from then on she chose to live as a house wife, caring for Frankie and making her life as easy and protected as possible.
When Frankie was six, her sister Georgiana was born. Being the older of the two, Frankie looked out for her sister, helping her mother out whenever she could.
As they grew up, the two sisters became closer, best friends were the best way to describe them. They were home schooled by their mother, and spoiled rotten by their father.
At the age of fifteen, Frankie was given some exciting news. Her father had been promoted and the family were to move to Paris, France. This was the adventure of a life time, she'd always wanted to go to France, and now was her chance.
It took a few months to sort everything out, but by the time Frankie was 16, she was in Paris.
With the new move came new opportunities. As her mother had attended Beauxbatons when she was younger, the two girls were looking at being sent there themselves. Frankie waited patiently for the owl to arrive.
When it finally did, she all but burst with excitement. This was her chance to really study and make new friends. Slowly but surely she packed away her possessions and soon she was on the way to her new future.

Personality:

Caring - Being the older sister, Frankie has learned how to be caring, looking after her sister and making sure her mother didn't get annoyed or stressed out at the two of them. It is a quality she knows well, if you need a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to, she'll often be there with a bright, warming smile and open arms.

Bubbly - Fun is something that Frankie loves. She likes to be loud and the center of attention, and though its all good at times, it doesn't always bring the best out in her. She could seem stuck up and annoying to some, but really once you get to know her, she's quite a good person.

Loyal - As a friend, loyalty is the most important thing to Frankie. She would never step out of line and betray one of her friends, she'll stick up for them in the times they need it most and she'll always be around if ever they need her. That is something everyone needs in a friend. But her loyalty doesn't come easily, she has to know you're really an honest and loyal friend yourself before she puts her trust in you, so don't think that she's naive just because she's a good friend.

Untidy - Well everyone has their imperfections, and this is one of Frankie's biggest downfalls. She has never, ever been a neat freak. Clothes often lay strewn about the place, books left out of place and often more then not you wouldn't be able to find a thing in her room. Though she has her moments of crazy cleaning, the majority of the time you'll find at least 3 items of clothing on the floor if not more.

Sample RP:

It was a Monday, cold grey and wet. Just like Frankie's mood. She hated Monday mornings, it was always the same. Her father moaning about having to go into work, but never explaining why he didn't want to go in. Her mother moaning at her sister Georgiana, trying to get her ready was always one of the more difficult tasks of the morning.
Making her way down the stairs slowly, rubbing her eye, she waited to hear the complaining and mumbling that normally took place.
But there was silence.
Frowning, slightly confused, Frankie made her way into the kitchen. Her mother was stood there, whisking up some eggs for breakfast omelette's, her favorite. Her father and Georgiana were sat at the table, Georgiana fully dressed and waiting patiently for breakfast, her father reading the Daily Prophet he had specially delivered from London.
Shaking her head, she mumbled a 'morning' to everyone in the kitchen.
It was only as she took her place she noticed the small, brown envelope sitting neatly in the middle of her plate.
Picking it up carefully, Frankie flipped it over and recognized the mark instantly. It was from Beauxbatons. It was her acceptance letter. The one thing she'd been waiting for. It was finally here. Quickly, she ripped open the envelope, careful not to rip the parchment inside. This was it. As she unfolded the parchment she read aloud so her family could hear. In one month exactly she'd be on her way to Beauxbaton's and starting a new, fun, adventure.
This was exactly what she wanted. Without another word, she threw her arms, first around her father, and then around her mother. Her life was about to finally begin.

I need to know more of her personality, i.e. does she like painting, dancing, singing, or perhaps studying hard?

[cherryroberts]

First Name: Cherry
Last Name:Evans
Age:14
Appearance: Cherry has beautiful long fair hair to her waist and light blue eyes. Her skin is fair too, and it is very clear. She likes wearing make up for special occasions, but not often, to be very honest. She likes wearing all sorts of clothes and likes to put them together so they look real good because she has an eye for creativity.
History:
Cherry is a half-blood. She is half witch, half metaphormegus. Her father is a wizard and her mother was a metaphormegus. Cherry's mother was tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange and was killed. Cherry is very sad sometimes, but is much to busy doiing creative things to think about her most of the time. She is very very creative, taking after her father. She has wandless magic that she uses to make music, create sculptures and things like that. Cherry's father taught her at home, but Cherry learnt all her witch lessonjs soon enough, so he worked and she spen most of her time in her room, creating and sculpting and singing. She hardly ever did anything but art. When she was little, she used her wandless magic (without knowing) and sculpted a at and painted it out of modelling clay. Her father and mother were so pleased. She only uses her metaphormegus in ditre emergencies, or she used too anyway. Now she uses it for her needs. However, Cherry has a very very big temper and if she's insulted, expect payback, because shes not one to take being teased very well. She despises bullies and is terribly ticklish. She is very very bad at Herbology, but is great at other lessons.
Personality: Cherry is a shy, quiet girl who loves art and being creative. She's also very kind and loves her friends. She likesm the colors white and blue, they are her favorites, adn she loves to write music and make sculptures.Cherry also has a very soft spot for animals and very little children. She thinks BEauxbatons is the best school in the entire wizarding world. She usually sits and listens and thinks before she speaks. She is even nice to bullies, and they soften to her in spite of themselves. However, do not go thinking Cherry is perfect. She has a horrid temper and gets angry easily and does charms and spells before you even know where you are, so i'd watch out.
Sample Rp:
Cherry walked out of her Muggle school, her book clutched to her chest. She was the strange girl. The weird one. The one who dosen't fit in. The odd one out. How could she believe it possible for her to fit in? SHe couldn't believe her own stupidity. She opened her book. It was her art and music book. She began to draw the school. She coloured it and shaded it then put her book in her bag. She looked thoughtfully up at the sky. White and blue. Her favorite colours.
Birds soared high above her, talking and singing to each other. Cherry longed and longed to soar up there with them. Up up and away from this horrid school. But she was leaving soon anyway. She was going to Beauxbatons academy of magic. She couldn't wait to go, she was so excited. She spoke to herself under her breath, in french,: "I am going to love it to get away from this horrid school" she said, in french. Someone came up to her. Cherry looked up and scowled, her face looking venomous.
Brogan Murphy, her worst ever enemy, was grinning triumphantly. "Talking to yourself, are we, Evans?" she said, grinning meanly. Cherry shook her head, a cold expression on her beautiful face. "No. Not so brave without your sidekicks with you, are you, Brogan?" replied Cherry, a stony edge to her voice. Brogan scowled. Her sidekicks, Harmy Little and Joey Brown, were away sick. Cherry gave her a sweet, venomous smile. "now would you let mwe think in peace? Or maybe you want to go to the headmaster and tell him that you are teasing me?" she said, sweetly. Brogan, understanding the venom in Cherry's voice, growled, cracked her knuckles, scowled and walked away. Cherry heard a snap of a twig and spun round quickly, her eyes looking round wildly.

COSSU!!!

[Clément Lefevre]

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First Name:

Clément

Last Name:

Lefevre

Age:

Eighteen

Ethnicity:

French and Greek

Blood-type:

Vampiric

History:

Clément Dimitri Lefevre was born into the world as a twin, the first by several minutes, on March 18th. His parents, Eric and Daniella Lefevre raised their sons to be respectable boys and loved the two dearly. Clément and André were inseparable, which made it hard for people to tell them apart but two loved it. Always making people guess who was who. The two had made a pack that they would always look out for each other, no matter what. But that sadly changed on their eighteenth birthday, when a group of mysterious men barged into their house in France and their father screamed to run. Without a thought, the two ran for their lives but something in his gut knew that they weren't going to make it out alive. Just then, something slammed him into a nearby rock and the last thing he saw was his brother's loving eyes staring back at him before he was killed. It was something that was always a nightmare for him because it was a memory that he couldn't let go.

When Clément finally came through, right away he knew something wasn't right when a man was sitting in front of him with a sickly smile. He sat up from the bed he was in and back away in defense before the man chuckled and shook his head disappointingly. The man's name was Archard and he slowly explained what happened to Clément and why they had to. But there was one thing that kept replying in his mind was it's in his nature and soon to be his own. From that day on, Clément was brought up by Archard and was taught everything he needed to know from surviving to a normal every day muggle's education. He felt enslaved through that whole entire time, Clément had always planned ways to escape the man's clutches but every single plan failed in the end. But one thing that he kept getting yelled at for was being too soft and kind. And he would always yell back that was the way he was raised and finally he ran away when he had finally had it.

When Clément returned to his house, memories flooded every in his mind as when quickly headed upstairs to collect a few things that were personal to him. Everything he had known in his life were gone and starting from that moment on, Clément had to start everything all over again and begin a new.

Personality:

Clément has a quiet, caring and intelligent personality. He loves being the gentleman around girls and studious when in school. His favorite place to be, which is also his escape, is the library. Knowledge is vast and he loves to drown in it whenever he can. But just like every guy, he has an athletic side. Clément loves to run and keep in shape as much as he can, even though he doesn't need to.

Sample RP:

Walking down the empty hallway on an early Saturday afternoon, Clément hummed a familiar tune that had entranced his mind for the last several days. His body clothed in a white designer t-shirt and faded jean shorts, he felt at ease. Everything felt right since he arrived at Beauxbatons, a place where people called it home. The blond haired young man could say he was among those number of people. He didn't have to worry about danger and running away for being different. A content sigh escaped his lips as he thought to himself that he never had to worry about that again. Maybe, never again in this life time. Clément ran his hand through his neatly kept hair as he turned the corridor, he collided into something hard.

Quickly stumbling to his knees, he made his way over to the girl that he bumped into. "Are you alright?" Clément asked gently as he picked up the books that brunette was carrying in her arms. When he finally finished and his eyes met the girl's, a soft gasp escaped his throat as he realized who it was. It was Claire Leroy, his crush that he had recently begin to talk to. A small blush bloomed on the girl's face and she looked away as she continued to rub the back of her head.

Alice nodded towards his question as she rubbed the bump that was starting to appear on the back of her head. The blond haired boy didn't even look at her until he successfully got all her books back together and widen his eyes as he noticed her wincing in a particular spot on her head as she rubbed it. Scurrying over, Clément placed himself behind her and removed her hand from her head. "Here, let me check it." He whispered gently to the hurt girl before parting her long hair in the spot where she had been wincing. Like a ghost, he brush his cold fingers over her head and indeed found a bump there and let out a sigh. Great he caused another person to get hurt.

Standing up as Clément grabbed the pile of books, he reached down and pulled the Claire onto her feet before rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "Let's get you to the hospital wing to get you checked out. I would feel terrible if it was something worse and we didn't do anything about it. He asked sadly before letting out another sigh and then he felt something wrap around his arm, causing it to come down from behind his neck. His eyes traveled down to meet the green ones below and placed a small smile on his face.

Maybe the day would turn out good, after he walked Claire to the wing to get her check out and everything. But for the moment, Clément was content with have his crush holding onto his arm as they began their journey up the set of stairs towards the medical wing.[/sub][/blockquote][/font]

There's something in your RP that does bother me: you GModded the voice of Claire and that's not allowed on BB. Please change that and afterward, you'll be sorted.

It must be Rouerie!

[xxfaithyxx123]

Name: Faithy Smith

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Female

Status: Single, Looking

Blood: Hybrid (Half Human and Animal)

Background: Scottish/British

Family: Unknown

Height: 5'9



Appearance:

Long, Curly Snow White hair with ringlets that reaches her lower back, Pale skin tone with a beauty mark under her left eye shaped like a star. Her eyes are Ice Blue with a cat's black pupal, She has White Cat ears and tail, her tail is decorated with a silk black ribbon and her ears her pierced three times each on both ears on the top and her right ear has a gorge from where she had a label pierced in the bottom, this label showed her number when she was held in the experimental camp. She has small fangs and she wears a circlet on her forehead made from Silver and the same as a collar and bracelets, She wears a black dress with white patterns on both sides of her dress with a White lace underline. She wears white laced fingerless gloves which show her long sharp claws, her claws are black with a red tip on each, she wears many silver rings and has silver dots on her fingers which are pierced this is the same on her forehead in the centre above her nose and the same height of her eye brows. She never wears shoes because her claws prevent her from wearing any and would easily break them by piercing through the leather or fabric. She wears a silver anklet with a small bell on it that rings when she runs and pounces. She straps her collectables with a black lace tie under her dress on her left upper thigh, she has a odd obsession with things that catch her eye and can get extremely distracted from them as if in trance. These collectables includes, silver objects (necklaces, bracelets, spoons, knifes, forks, ect.), feathers, bark , leaves, ect; sometimes she even hides her collectables in her fluffy tail for safe keeping. She wear eye-liner and silver eye shadow with a pale red lipstick and in her hair she wears a pink rose. She has a scar on the back of her neck which was engraved on her with hot burning Iron to symbolise her as owned by the ones who created her.


History:

Her beginning started where she was born in a experimental camp and her mother died at her birth and she grew up there for six years of her life. This was a tiring and painful experience for her as they continued to do tests on her and train her, By the time of her fifth birthday she gained the ability to renew memories from Anyone's blood and could tap into a other's mind. She could also see things that others could not see, like Spirits good or bad and markings on people and objects She could also shed tears or blood and make silver flowers. Her tears could stain skin. As another year pasted she then was able to use her animal instincts and vision, this was when she was forced to be given a mark on the back of her neck. Which was the three letters standing for the people who owned her and on the night she was to be transported to another experimental camp people took her to a safe house where she was home schooled till she was Sixteen. They then decided it was time for her to go to a school so they then placed her into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Where she was to experience being a true teenager but with the safety she has been longing for but her past has placed her in a fear of trusting people.



Personality:

She is a timid and shy person who finds it hard to trust people, this is because of her past. But she cares for people's well being and health, her nature is to care and be kind to all and fighting is not something she is willing to do but she protects others if needed. But she has other side where her anger releases this other being and her name is 'Saya' and she is the one who protects Faithy and to do so she conflicts death, destruction and disease on the ones who anger her other Being, Faithy. She does not kill them straight, more tease and taunt them to make them wary and afraid to go alone to their errants. She then creates illusions by taping into the minds and finding their greatest fears to scary them to sickness and obsessive panic episodes where anything that moves frightens them. Then soon comes to them as the hour strikes the hour of twelve and to kill them as they scream with a smile on her face as her face is splashed with blood. This is when Faithy awakens again and becomes normal again, Faithy and this 'Saya' Can talk to one another but no one can see this. Unlike Faithy Saya survives on blood from anyone, this mostly means to feed on the ones she is taunting before killing them probably. Faithy on the other hand survives on dairies like: milk, cheese, butter and eggs and so on and vegetables. Saya's eyes glow deep blue like the night with a small white pupal shaped like a star and her hair changes from snow white to crow black that looks dead like her soul. Her skin appears almost ghostly silver and her black claws are sharper, longer and deadlier and she sleep within Faithy till the day of Faithy's rage rises she will rises and a black mist flows around Saya and in her veins flow poison, like herself. Saya and Faithy speaks to each other in another language which is a dead one only spoken by the ancestors of the Egypt Moon Cats which could transform from cat to human and they were all female but in the their time they only became human to mate with an human. Faithy and Saya have the DNA of these beings and also share the DNA on a human, this is why they show Human features as well as Cat features and animalistic abilities. The Ancestors have two personalities, one of the cat and the other of a human this is also why Faithy and Saya Share the body but in harmony unlike the ancestors, the ancestors conflicted with their other and tried to over come the other, this resulted in deformation in the near death of both of them so many of them dyed after giving birth to their child in choice. But Faithy and Saya live together as one. Saya is the animalistic being but the protector of Faithy but Faithy is the human child which is the innocent side of Saya but the leader of both. Their name in the dead language in English is called Ugly Beauty but in the dead language is Άσχημη ομορφιά.



Sample RP:

She walks to the best and tallest tree she can find, she is silent and pain fills in her eyes and she swallows her hurt deep as she continues to walk. It was raining the night before and her feet were covers in leaves and soil and her hair and clothes were damp as she was out all night in the same tree she was out to look for. Her ears were low and her tail barely swaying more twitch as the wind pasted. and then stopped and stood in a ray of sunlight and looked up with silver tears forming under her bottom eye lid and she continued to swallow hard and wipes the tears that stained her fingers with silver and then she breathed in slowly and out again with a small whimper as she looked to the ground again. She gave up on finding her tree and just slowly sat on the wet, cold mossy ground and curled her legs to her chest and held them tight with her arms and hands twisted around them and she whimpered some more as silver tears fell to the floor forming silver flowers that formed around her and curled inwards as if they comforted her and the light shined onto them and pounced of in other directions gracefully making the wood even more beautiful. She then tensed her fingers pressing on her calves that then pierced her pale skin and releases silver pools of blood one at a time that formed more flowers that grew twirling around her calves and the flowers sealed her away from the world and she screams out to the highest she could and the flowers mimicked her and screamed as she broke into shards of silver and shot pierced the trees with their sharp pointed head causing the trees to whimper in a deep voice, birds flew away frantically making sounds of ear screeching high pitches. Then it became silent, once more, she stood to her feet and turned to the exit of the wood and started to walk out and she wounded calves bleed no more and the wood shined silver for a moment in the sunlight then back to their former selves once more. The birds chirped harmony in rhythm again. As the sun began to set.

Belong in ROUERIE.

Attachments:

[barr]

First Name: Travis Mason

Last Name: Barr

Age: September 27, 1992 (17)

Appearance:
Standing up Travis Barr is six foot one inches tall. His weight is undetermined, but he his slender. Skin is a natural pale, but can turn tan when he is out in the sun for long periods of time. Travis’ eye color is hazel for the most part, but usually seen as a bluish-gray color. The color of his hair is a light brown, chestnut color brown. Often times he is seen with a fohawk or his hair tied back. His hair, when put down, goes down to his shoulders. Travis has neither tattoos nor piercings.

Personality:
Like his father and sister Travis has a love for adventure and sees it as a challenge. He always looks for the most difficult challenge and makes it his goal until it is completed. Though intelligent he does have his moments when he is not all there. Often you can find him flirting with a female or two, even if he doesn’t plan to date any girl he meets. Travis doesn’t see himself being tied down to just anyone, but he is still young and has time to grow up. Most words that pass through his lips are sarcastic and blunt. Nothing he says is edited and he always is to the point, never going around the bush. Sometimes he thinks he is the best and no one else can compare. After his father’s death at age six (almost seven) he felt as though he took his father’s place in the family and has grown to be over protective of his sister. This Barr is always looking for a good fight to be in, even if it is a joking one. As the baby in the family he is used to getting what he wants when he wants it and when he does not get what he wants he tends to have an aggressive temper. His temper is easily ignited and not quick to extinguish. Nothing is good enough for him. In everything he sees he criticizes to the point of cruel. Travis takes no crap from anyone and refuses to be anyone’s rug or carpet. When he sees someone give into another person he feels the need to defend the person or tell him or her to stick up for themselves. In a good mood he can be sweet and charming to everyone.

History:
Thomas Miles and Tyra Mallory Barr welcomed their second child in London, England, United Kingdom on September 27, 1993. Born to a Pure-blood wizard and a Muggle-born mother Travis Mason Barr grew up with both worlds, along with his sister Tzarina Mae Barr. The Barrs lived in a wizard community in London so that their children would grow up knowing about magic, but would often go the Muggle world to eat and buy clothing. Tyra and Thomas believed their children should know how to live amongst Muggles and not have a hate for them, even though her parents had abandoned Tyra when she received her Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry letter at age eleven.

At a young age Travis showed signs of becoming a wizard like his sister. When he was three he was able to hover his toddler cup to him when his mom refused to give him something to drink. Even though his sister was eight years older than him Travis and Tzarina grew close to each other and often were playmates. Travis had even gave Tzarina her nickname “Tzy” when he could not pronounce her name in his younger years. While Tzarina went to Muggle schooling and his father at work Travis was left home with his mother who would teach him his numbers and alphabet. At five he began going to Muggle schooling, Pre-school to receive his Muggle education.

While adventuring in the Amazon for the Ministry of Magic Thomas Barr was bitten in the neck by a lethal mosquito and found hours later dead. After his father’s death and only six years old Travis thought that he needed to take his father’s place. Before his father’s death the youngest Barr had enjoyed going to school and being outside with his friends, but then he started to dislike going anywhere without his mother by his side. Travis felt as though he had to take care of his mother and his older sister. Tyra feels like her children grew into adulthood too fast and did not have the chance to be children. After the death of their father the remaining Barrs moved to Paris, France for the change of scenery.

In France Travis was forced to go to Muggle schooling until he received his letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic stating he was ready for his education. His sister, Tzarina received her letter soon after moving to France. Feeling like his famiy was splitting up Travis grew isolated by his choice. When not in school he would remain in his room to only come out to use the bathroom or to eat. During school he had some friends, but never really hung out with them outside of school. The only time he really left the house was when he went adventuring in the woods in a nearby park. Sometimes he would sneak out of his house to go in the woods at dark to challenge his strength.

As his sister went to school at Beauxbatons Travis finished his Muggle schooling then got a job at his mother’s work. After his sister graduated he was displeased to know that she was going to work at the school as the new Deputy Headmistress. He thought that she would come home and be with their mother and him. Now at seventeen Travis Barr received his letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and plans to attend, though he does not wish to leave his mother behind. Some part of him feels protective of his sister and the other part feels like she abandoned him.

Sample RP:
I have been in this cramped carriage for what seems like hours now? Can these animals fly any faster?, he thought to himself as he looked back out the window. Last week he had received his letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic inviting him to join the school and of course he had agreed. Anything to get away from his job and the life he had. Even though home had not been great he could not complain either. It was just his mum and himself living in a small house in Paris while his sister Tzarina worked at the school she had graduated from. A part of him wanted to see his sister and the other half wanted nothing to do with her. How could she abandon their mother? They were all they had left of their father since he had died many years before in the Amazon. His teeth grinded together as he felt his temper rising. The other soon-to-be students sat quietly in the carriage probably afraid to make a sound. Travis half hoped that they would start talking to make everything less nervous, but then again they probably had annoying voices that would only make his temper raise more.

Blinking he continued to stare out the window as he felt the carriage move down toward the ground. Guess we’re at the school, he thought bitterly to himself. His mother’s words rang in his mind as he clinched his fists. She had told him to go to school and be good. Make friends and be happy - to make her and their dad proud. Why make their father proud when he was dead? It wasn’t like he was watching over Tzarina or him or something of the sort. All Travis had said back to his mother was ‘Okay. See you at break,’ and left her standing there at the bench. Who knew if he would really go back home for break? To be honest it depended on how he felt about the school and how homesick he was. Perhaps if his sister came back with him he would enjoy home more. Home was nothing but a place to go when he had nowhere else to visit. The woods at the park had already been adventured for almost ten years so it was no longer a challenge to him. What was even home now? Home did not feel like home and he was more than sure the school would feel like a prison.

As soon as the carriage landed softly on the ground he opened the door and walked out no longer wanting to be by the students. Hazel eyes looked around at the grounds then at the castle. Fantastic. Not like we don’t have those at home. Bored already he started to make his way toward the entrance of the school. At least there are places to go exploring in and not too much like a prison, but you can’t judge a book by its cover can you? His fingers tightly gripped his two suitcases as he walked up the steps. Opening the door he walked in and let it shut on its own not caring if someone was behind him. A person started to direct him to another room to be sorted of some kind. Oh great… now I get to be in a little club. Probably to keep a strain on all the students so they don’t lash out. I’m sure not too much goes on in this place. It’s out in the middle of no where for George’s sake. Travis’ eyes began to roll as another staff member from what he guessed led him to another room. They mentioned something of the sorting hat, but he didn’t care enough to listen.

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Oh BB isn't that bad. Suck it up and play nice. You definitely belong in SOURNOIS.

[kalima]

i'm a believer !
^{NOTHING CAN BE WORSE !}

kainna evolet christine mayer
^{HOLD I TOGETHER ! BIRDS OF A FEATHER ! NOTHING BUT LIES AND CROOKED WINGS !}

FULL NAME: Kainna Evolet Mayer
NICKNAMES: K, Kai, Ana-Li, & Sissy
AGE & BIRTHDAY: Sixteen & October 31
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
PLAY-BY: Emma Watson

hiding betrayal ,
^{DRIVING THE NAIL , HOPING TO FIND A SAVIOR !}

LIKES:

• going to school
  
• magic
  
• her family
  
• laughing
  
• making others smile
  
• dancing in the rain
  
• baking cup-cakes
  
• speaking in her native tung
  
• animals
  
• her dogs
  
• being away form russia
  
• meeting new people
  
• gardening
  
• making things by hand
  
• throwing parties for others
  
• her birthday

DISLIKES:

• roman
  
• abuse
  
• her father
  
• lying to everyone
  
• how she looks
  
• having to stay inside
  
• being afraid of everyone
  
• hurting people's feelings
  
• rude people
  
• being forced to do anything

FEARS:

• she'll never get rid of roman & he'll take the abuse too far
  
• that her family will figure out she's anorexic
  
• her father will try coming back into her life.

SECRETS:

• her boyfriend abuses her and she's hiding it from everyone
  
• she tells everyone she has a fast fast metabolism, but is really anorexic.
  
• her father left her mother because she was pregnant with kai and vasili

DREAMS:

• live a normal life
  
• get rid of her abusive boyfriend roman
  
• get married after school

THEME SONGS:

• Facedown by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
  
• Our Truths by Lacuna Coil
  
• Bite to Break Skin by Senses Fail

WAND:

• Ebony
  
• Handle D in Ebony
  
• Phoenix Feather Insert
  
• 12"
  
• Inflexible
  
• Sapphires running down wand like rain

PERSONALITY:
Because of everything that's happened in her past Kai's learned it's sometimes best to keep her distance from others, especially if they give of an odd vibe to her. She doesn't want to put herself into another situation as she did with her boyfriend Roman, whom she's still trying to shake off of her. Even so Kai does miss out on having a lot of potentially great friends she also knows it may anger Roman if she befriends anyone he doesn't know or know about either. Though even so her boyfriend is a major factor in her mannerisms she still acts on her own accord to keep herself safe. Kai keeps many secrets from others and she prefers to keep it that way unless she's completely one hundred percent sure she can trust that person with her life. Her lesser secret would be that her father is a noble from Russia who left her mother when he found out she was pregnant by him at the age of sixteen while he was twenty -two at the time. She hates her father for leaving the three of them and knows he's trying to buy his way back into their life because word got out in Moscow after the twins went off to school in Paris. Kai is also anorexic, but hides it by telling others she has a fast metabolism. She has never been self conscious until she met Roman and that changed because everyday he would tell her that she was a fat cow so she began to throw up her food to become skinnier and better looking so she wouldn't get hurt as often as she used to.

Her biggest secret of all would be that her boyfriend, Roman is completely abusive with her almost 24/7. She met Roman at a cafe in Moscow a few years ago and has never been able to get rid of him since then; Though he was a complete gentlemen at first once they started dating he turned into a complete monster whom only shows his true colors when the two are alone. She doesn't want to tell anyone because she's ashamed of herself for picking him as a lover, but sometimes has a lot of trouble covering up the damage he's done to her body from her twin brother and mother. She's afraid that if word gets out about any of her secrets people will treat her like a sack of dirt or pick on her for it daily, and she doesn't want anything like that. Though behind all the fear and secrets once you get to know her Kai is a complete sweetheart to all her friends and family. She was brought up by being told everyday that she should always treat others with complete respect, even if they're complete strangers or have done her any kind of wrong. Kai loves to help out anyone who needs her assistance and just loves doing things for others to brighten up their day. Though all around she's a complete lady she does love to have fun as much as she can; although with that she finds boys better fun than girls due to her odd likes. She loves to go outside and just become 'one with the earth' in a way. Kai hates being stuck inside and much rather go fishing or practice archery than stay inside.

put me to sleep evil angel !
^{FLY OVER ME EVIL ANGEL ! WHY CAN'T I BREATH EVIL ANGEL !}

ETHNICITY: Russian
LANGUAGES: Russian & English
BLOOD STATUS: Mixed - Witch & Demon
HOME TOWN: St. Petersburg
FATHER: Demyan Belikov - 38 - Demon
MOTHER: Irina Belikov - 32 - Witch
SIBLINGS: Vasili Belikov - 16 - Mixed
PETS
Ravana - Husky (Male)
Jezebel - Husky (Female)
Sameal - Husky (Male)
Lilith - Husky (Female)
Dracul - Husky (Male)
Poppy - Husky Puppy (Female)
HISTORY:
Kai wishes she could tell people her childhood wasn't a hard one, but she's not a big fan of lying. Before she was born her father Demyan, who just happened to be of Russian nobility, left her mother Irina because he didn't wish to explain how a noble had gotten a sixteen year old girl pregnant while he was betrothed to another. Irina had to play both mother and father, she had to be loved and feared by her children to raise them the same way they would be raised with both parents. Once Kai and her twin brother, Vasili, were born that only made their mother's life even harder. the three moved from their grandmother's home in St. Petersburg to a small one bedroom apartment in Moscow. There the children were watched by Mrs. Nosova, an elder woman who lived across the hall from them while their mother worked two jobs to support them. Once the twins grew to the age of ten, Vasili was put to work at a small factory and Kai earned money as a maid alongside her mother. Kai worked odd hours while trying to keep up with her studies in a muggle school; At some points it all became too much for her, but she just kept smiling and thinking of nothing but her family. She never truly understood why it would be so important for her to attend a muggle school when she would be able to work full time with her mother.

At the age of twelve while on break from her work Kai met a boy named Roman Sevnik at a small cafe in a small town near Moscow. The two of them hit it off almost instantly and began to meet there secretly for a few weeks until they were ready to begin their relationship. Once their little secret was out Roman transfered to Kai's muggle school causing the two to become almost inseparable from the start. If it wasn't for Vasili then Kai wouldn't have talked or even spent time with anyone else but her new boyfriend. After a few months of dating when the two became completely comfortable with each other Roman's true self began to slip out before Kai's eyes. Roman became angry more and more quickly, mostly toward Kai, and for the most ludicrous reasons too. He tried to control her life and had to know where she was constantly; Roman would never respect her, he even called her names and smacked her around a few times. His favorite thing to call Kai was 'fat cow' and because of this Kai became anorexic to keep him satisfied and to keep herself less black and blue. Though no matter what she did more and more abuse came and she had to hide it from her family constantly. Her father's little secret about his secret family got out and he tried to become close to his children when they turned fourteen; Roman kept himself close to their father due to his blood and ties to the other countries.

The twins were still very distant from their father seeing as he left them once they could leave him again. And due to the recent events their mother had secretly enrolled them into the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic so they would be able to clear their minds and finally start to learn about their true selfs away form all the distractions.

don't leave me to die here !
^{HELP ME SURVIVE HERE ALONE ! DONT'T SURRENDER , SURRENDER !}

hey there i'm NAME, but you may call me ALARA. i've been living the days one-by-one for FIFTEEN years now. THREE of those years i've dedicated to role-playing. i attend the concerts and major events that appear in QUEBEC so when i'm not on you can contact me by PM OR E-MAIL. oh and NO OTHERS are also figments of my imagination.

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

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"Do we really have to leave?" Kai asked while she continued to place her newly folded clothes into her trunk. "I mean we'll never fit in Vasili, these people have probably been studding magic since they were children." She was beginning to become more and more frustrated with her mother for keeping a secret as big as this from their children for so many years of their life. It wasn't fair for them to only be able to live half their life, to only know half of themselves, to feel as if their whole life has been a complete lie and the one person to blame was their mother. Half of her hated her mother for that, hated her so much at times it was almost unbearable; Though half of her was very thankful, mostly for the fact she was able to leave Russia and all the poverty along with it. She never liked living the life she's lived and has always wanted to change it and this was her chance to be who she wanted to be and to experience all that she's missed through the years.

"We're just going to learn and to get away from everything here, it doesn't matter if we fit in or not, we just have to make the best of it," replied Vasili as he ran his hand through his hair and shut his trunk. The two were very close and Kai had already known his reply before he even made it, but she still loved to hear him voice his thoughts. This was another thing their mother had neglected to tell the twins; there were connected in more ways than blood. They could read each other's thoughts and communicated that way from far distances and once one was hurt the other felt their pain. "You're right, like always." She paused for a moment and looked and her overfilled trunk. "Now can you please help me close this? I'll sit and you close, k?" Kai watched as Vasili Smiled at her as she hopped up upon her trunk and her brother began to buckle it shut. "Good now we can leave, right?" Asked Vasili as he began to pick up their trunks.

'Not just yet,' thought Kai as she made her way toward her mother's room. She knew her mother was downstairs and she also knew what she was going to take her mother would never miss. 'What are you doing?' Vasili's voice came through her mind as clear as crystal, 'I'll show you later.' Kai began to rummage through her mother's jewelry box and took her engagement ring her father had given her and a silver chain necklace with a large sapphire pendant then stashed them in her pocket. 'Now we can go,' thought Kai as she made her way down the stairs with her brother at her heels. Their mother, father, and Roman were waiting for them in the living room and only their mother was smiling. Kai knew Roman hated that she was leaving and she also knew that her father was disappointed that they're just now going off to school.

[hazel]

First Name: Hazel
Middle Name: Annabeth
Last Name: Lee
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History: On October 26th, 1993, a little girl was born to a family of four. At the time, the family was living in London, England at the birth of the little girl named Hazel. Her father was a traveling buisness man so the family was always on the move, never in one place for more than a year. At the time when Hazel and her two older sisters were too young to have really close bonds with many kids, the parents thought their children would be fine. They taught them how to read and write and all of the basics everybody needed to know in life. They traveled the world wherever their father needed them to go for work. They traveled to India, Australia, America, the Bahamas, Romania, and so on and so forth. It seemed like the Lee's traveled the globe in just five years. Unfortunetly for Hazel, she wouldn't remember it when she got older because she was so young. When it was time for Hazel's eldest sister to go to school for magic, their parents decided it was time to settle down for once and live their lives. Their decision was London, England since her parents were from there and their family lived there as well. It was convienent for the Lee's. So Mr. Lee got a job at the Minsitry of Magic in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Mrs. Lee was a stay at home mother to two other girls. Also, a baby boy was on the way and Mrs. Lee wasn't sure if she was ready to find a job with the children to look after.

So their life began once the eldest Lee daughter went to Hogwarts. A blank spot fills in this space where nothing much happens for another two years until the next Lee was accepted into Hogwarts. The eldest was a Gryffindor, mighty and not afraid to express herself. The other Lee was a Ravenclaw, intelligent and witty. As for Hazel? She still had another two years before she would find out what House she would be destined for. By the time Alia and Rachelle were in school, Hazel was eight and their little brother Zane was three. Their father had a secure job at the Ministry and their mother loved staying at home too much to find a job. All was well since Hazel was showing signs of being magical and her parents were estatic.

As a couple more years dragged on, it was finally Hazel's turn. She heard stories of how it was the coolest place in the world and the people there were just fantastic! Hazel was absolutly pumped and when she arrived and sat on the stool, the hat was placed on her head. It had to be the longest sorting ever. The Sorting Hat was comtemplating on putting her into Gryffindor for her braveness ( which Hazel didn't think she had ) or in Hufflepuff for her sweet nature ( for which Hazel was sure she had and wanted this house ). Now the Sorting Hat told her that she could make a wonderful Gryffindor and would be looked up to, unless she wanted the road of sweetness and never fully being understood. Being young at the time, Hazel was a thinker. She planned out her decisions into the future and being a Gryffindor she was afraid of enemies. So she was sorted into Hufflepuff and so the story goes on.

For her first year, everything was a blast and it was just like her sisters had said it was like. Second year for Hazel wasn't too thrilling. She wasn't much of an explorer, but she already had a tight knit of friends: most of them being her roommates. She befriended some Ravenclaws as well. Third year came around and problems came up. Hazel was hitting that age where she was beginning to change. She was filling in, her hair was a bit greasy and acne hit her badly. She was made fun of by Slytherins and even some Gryffindors that weren't on friendly terms with her eldest sister. Hazel grew a low self-esteem and soon she only talked to her very close friends. Everybody else was the enemy. She lived like this until her fifth year when she couldn't take it anymore. Granted she lost the weight she gained, had a gorgeous figure cleaned herself up and wasn't bad looking. Though her personality to others was something not accepted. Hazel just cracked one day. A sixth year Slytherin was calling her names and she just had it with everybody picking on her. She sent a curse at him that sent him to St. Mungo's. Hazel had it with everybody and she stayed silent until her parents asked her what she wanted. Hazel wanted a transfer. She wanted a new life somewhere far away from here. Mr. and Mrs. Lee weren't too happy with this sending their daughter away somewhere outside the country, but seeing how much their daughter was struggling, they thought no more about it and sent her to a school called Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. They had heard things about this place. It seemed like an...optimistic school. Most of the school body was female, so maybe Hazel would be able to start over with her life.

Personality: Not focusing on the past, Hazel has decided to change her personality since she's about to start over with her life. Hazel already being quite affectionate, sweet, caring, and realistic, Hazel wasn't going to get rid of those traits. She was ridding herself of all the bad traits in her life and almost making herself be someone else to be accepted into this school. She's sarcastic, skeptical and because she wants to make friends so badly, she is overly friendly and helpful. Never being able to get rid of her past, Hazel will always be a sensitive person as well as judgemental of people. Want, want, and want is all Hazel is these days. She wants people to like her, she wants friends, she wants a new life, she wants guys to think she's beautiful. She tried too hard to have people like her and even though she acts confident and cocky, she's still insecure. That's why she acts this way, it's because her insecurity triggers her to act a certain way thinking these new people will like her.

Hazel isn't really open minded. She has a one tracked mind and is selfish. She's not too open to change either. Hazel has become such a complicated being. She's friendly and affectionate, yet sarcastic and hard to work with. She has made herself into someone she doesn't know anymore. The real Hazel would be accepting and just be herself, but because of all the name calling and being abused at Hogwarts, she has come down to being scared. Everything she has done has come from insecurity and being scared. She covers it up with being overly friendly, independent, determined, too honest ( since she doesn't want to be a liar ) and a realist who doesn't have much of an imagination. Constantly putting down people's dreams with realistic ideas. Telling people to grow up because Hazel already did too fast. She thinks she's mature, but she's just a child of sixteen. She needs someone to comfort her. She won't ever say this out loud, but a great friend is all she needs to unwind and let her hair down for once. Hazel needs a person to turn her negative attitude on life into a more optimistic one.

Sample RP: She was walking down the corridor on a sunny day on the main floor of Hogwarts. She had just gotten out of Potions class and was glad some natural light was shining in on the castle. It was just dreadful down in the stuffy dungeon with that Professor. He was such a babbler and always had favorites. Hazel's sister was one of his favorites of course. The one with the brains gets it all. You'd think he'd favor all four of them since they all shared the same genes. Of course, the Professor probably didn't know who Zane was at all yet since he was only a mere first year. Oh how she adored Zane and his cute ways. A Gryffindor at heart of course. Hazel had seen that one coming and was just so estatic that he wasn't a Slytherin. She wasn't sure what she'd do if one of her family members was part of that horrid group of people. How someone could grow up to be such nasty people, Hazel wasn't sure. Twirling a piece of hair around her finger as she walked, Hazel kept her eyes on the group, looking for feet that were approaching and getting out of their way before she bumped into them. She knew people were staring at her. People always stared at her. She really thought that she had cleared her face up and got a cool haircut before term started. Yet again, Hazel fails at life, Hazel thought and her shoulders slumped forwards. Her finger stopped twirling her hair and she hugged her Potions book tight to her chest.

On she kept walking and Hazel got to thinking. Why did people hate her so much? What did she do? Why were these people so picky about everybody's appearances? Obviously they couldn't accept a girl who was a bit more quiet than usual. Damn Slytherins and their cocky ways. I want to be witty and give them a comeback that'll shut their bloody mouths. Hazel thought darkly. A scowl came across her face and then a voice rang out and Hazel frove. Her eyes widended with fear and she immediatly picked out the voice. Oh no...Hazel thought, not him, please not him. She couldn't walk as he strutted closer. It was him and three other people. A group of four people against one helpless girl. By now, her panic kicked in and she looked around franticly. They noticed and smirked. She backed up against and wall, her eyes like they were deer's looking into a car's headlights. They began to taunt her, she looked from each face, fear overlapping her. She closed her eyes and soon she had a enough as one of them reached out to touch her hair, no doubt making some joke about it.

Hazel slapped the hand away and she didn't notice their surprised looks that turned to anger. She dropped her books and bags to the floor and the group took a step back as she pulled out her wand. She didn't notice their expression as she cried out, "REDUCTO!" and there all four went flying back into the window, crashed through and landed on the ground, just a few feet down from their fall. She stared, then quickly walked to the Hufflpuff common room, not looking at anybody as she ran the rest of the way up to her dorm, where she stayed.

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