Sorting (Term Sixteen)

[annarookwood]

Name: Anna Collins
Age: 17
Birthday:26th Aug.
Enthcity: Irish
Blood: Pure-blood, Veela-blood.

Personality:
Anna is the daughter of a wealthy pureblood wizard. She is as evil as her father is, she is clever,intelligent but arrogant. She was raised by her father, she wants to be a Hair dresser for wealthy and popular witches and wizard's.
Anna's favorite subjects are Potions, Dark Arts, Charms, Herbology, Quiddich and Astronomy. Her grades are high enough for her father to boast about. She is greedy and cunning and Power wanting.
Anna is a chaser in her quiddich team, and she is the best chaser in her school.
She hates Divination and D.A.D.A and some other sub. she hates Divination the most out of them.Anna bunks classes at times, and makes sure that no one comes to know of it.

She is a Muggle-hater, she believes in pure-blood supremacy, but she's not a pureblood fanatic. She believes what Voldemort is doing is right, but she doesnt support him.

Anna has brown hair and pretty green eyes, she is said to look a bit like her father. She got her brown hair from her mother, Anna doesnt think she looks pretty or beautifu though she knows she's a veelal. Anna has a pale complexion.

Anna is shot-tempered and gets angry quickly, she looses her temper at small things. Anna likes to have adventures, she likes exploring through forests. She has a few friends but prefers to stay alone, she's almost a loner. Anna is mostly despised because she is arrogant.

Anna is teased sometimes because she seems to be a loner.Anna hates to be teased. Anna likes to play pranks on her enemies and friends alike.She recives a box full of chocolates every month from her father.

Anna doesnt get scared or frightened easily. Anna's patronus is a Pheonix. Anna is one of the best in using and controlling patronus's. Anna is one of the best in Charms,Transfiguration ect. No one can beat Anna in Potions, Dark Arts,Charms and Astronomy. Anna is a good student over all.

Anna is very well-manered, she obeys her father and all her father and her elder's. She is never been caught wearing muggle clothes when her father is in the house.Anna wears muggle clothes like, jeans and a shirt when her father is not at home. That is almost rarely.


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[augusthawthorne]

FIRST NAME: August Linnet.
LAST NAME: Hawthorne.
AGE: Sixteen.

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:

HID·DEN [hĭd'n] To prevent the disclosure or recognition of; conceal; cut off from sight.

For most of August's childhood, and early teenaged years, she was painfully open with herself and her opinions - it was no secret that she liked when people paid her attention . Later on in life, she wasn't disturbed about putting out for guys, to grab at whatever they might give her. She couldn't be bothered to care about other people, or their feelings, so it probably won't come as much of a shock to learn that she just didn't care if a guy were in another relationship. To her, it was none of her business where a guy put his d*ck, as long as that guy weren't her own. Which wasn't much of a problem, seeing as Gus never seriously dated anyone. The changes came afterward, when her entire world changed, and she realized she would have to change with it. It was a hard blow, realizing she'd been so busy using people, that she in turn had no friends to speak of, moving in with Rowan has given her the chance to start over. Though she is weary of relationships, whether it be between males or females - she'd like to keep herself completely hidden, but has found it impossible just to sink into the shadows.

FRAN⋅GI⋅BLE [fran-juh-buhl] Capable of being broken; easily broken; breakable.

For those who are currently aware of her son, Royal, these are the people who plainly speak of her strength. Living through the hellish nine months, of dealing with her peers, giving birth (he was a large baby), then trying to give him to people who will make sure he has a better life than she could currently provide. Perhaps what people are most proud of is that she didn't give up on her schooling, though she was hardly the type expected to graduate in the first place. So who cares that she couldn't last just one more year at Salem? That she moved to Russia to be with this son she's supposedly given up on? What does it matter if her life is practically one overwhelming lie? They think she's strong. Gus would like to disagree, most of what she's done was out of necessity. She fears that she will give in, that she will take back Royal and screw up the chances he could otherwise be given, because with each of Rowan's notes, she grows weaker. People don't see the girl struggling, just to get by on a day to day basis, they don't realize that she doesn't feel strong what-so-ever. Having her son has forced August to look at who she once was, who she now is.

QUO⋅TID⋅I⋅AN [kwoh-tid-ee-uhn] Usual or customary; everyday; ordinary; commonplace

What she wants more than anything else is to just be normal, not another statistic. Not a mother, not a sl*t, not anything. A silly goal indeed, for one with such a strong personality. But things tend to change, people reflect upon the past with the coming of life-altering events, they see things they'd never noticed once before. You either grow or you don't. There was no easy answer, realizing you have to decide the future of not only yourself, but the life of the helpless little being growing inside of you, another human being (a decision which she before hadn't put much thought toward). In the beginning there had been no third door, as she went through the scenarios, of either keeping her baby or surrendering him to strangers. The agony was unexpected, never before had she cared for someone quite so much. Could you blame her for selfishly thinking she might be capable of keeping the child? Not because she was the best option, but because the girl wanted for there to be someone to love her as unconditionally as she already loved them. Looking back, she can't be sure that she was the right person to even be making such decisions. Not that it much matters, her sister (practically a stranger herself) took in the child and August. After all of the changes, it's hard not to imagine that she would wish for another life, it's no surprise that she keeps the secret of her son close to her heart.

HISTORY:

How would you cope? You're childhood, along with school, has become a mere blur in history. You've met and married the man of your dreams, supporting each other through the other's decisions. Nervous is hardly description enough to fully explain the feelings you felt when he decided to to go out on his own, open a new business. Finally moving from that cramped apartment to prepare for the first of many children you planned to have. Then give up years later when it seemed no others would come, instead focusing upon your daughter. It seems like only yesterday, that she was that little girl sitting on your husbands shoulders, now she's moved to Russia. To raise a family of her own. And then, the day before she owls you to tell her of her pregnancy, you visit with your Gynaecologist.

At the age of fifty-two, you are finally expecting that second child. Something Constance had given up on nearly a decade before, resigned to waiting for grandchildren to spoil, which hadn't looked too far away when Rowan first introduced her parents to Leonid Mihaylov.

Not once had Constance Hawthorne ever pictured finding herself pregnant at such a far developed age, let alone having to deal with her twenty-eight year old daughter simultaneously carrying her grandchild. It's understandable, that she would be confused, keeping this news from her family (from a husband she had never lied to before in their twenty-nine years of marriage). For weeks she carried the secret, hidden beneath her heart, as she struggled to find the answer to her questions – never before this experience had she considered those women who went through abortions. Wouldn't it be better for the child? To not have to live through any birth defects that would more than likely come. And what if she kept the child? Could she, along with Jasper, handle providing all that it would need? Neither were as young as they once had been, their bones had begun to pain them with age. They could provide the infant with hours of attention, what with Constance a housewife and Jasper spending less and less time at the antic store he'd begun years ago in Lake View, NY – a small town bordering the southern shores of Lake Ontario.

Of course, she couldn't make such a decision on her own, she would have to consult her husband – ultimately admitting that she'd been keeping sometime of great importance from him for close to two months. Which wasn't as hard as you would think, with his consumption of preparing for the arrival of their grandchild, and Jasper was hardly an intuitive man (even where his wife was concerned). You can imagine his shock, but soon was overshadowed with doubt – we could go through each doubt separately, the panic attacks that came when they decided Constance would risk giving birth, the hesitance with becoming parents again, but we won't put you through all of that. Perhaps the hardest thing was in fact coming to terms with the fear of what their daughter would think, when she finally learned the truth. It was never in them to abandon, let alone destroy, such a helpless being.

It was late-April when August Linnet Hawthorne was brought into the world. Only three weeks later was their first grandchild born, Abram they called him.

Throughout her childhood, the girl was teased by the other children, it took her longer to grasp concepts, ideas. Today she still has trouble with her memory, with learning new things. Otherwise, she'd been born healthy enough, as far as the Healers were concerned. The couple tried to raise their youngest daughter as any average parent would, make sure she had all of the same opportunities as the other children. But they were easily exhausted, unable to do all of the things parents decades younger could provide for their own children. As she grew, it became obvious as to just how much she could get away with. Not that Jasper and Constance were completely inept at controlling their child – they had the benefit of magic to help them though. Groundings meant little when she learned how to sneak of the house, without anyone the wiser.

When she first received her acceptance letter to Salem, Gus was ecstatic. There was no other word to describe it. It wasn't as if she weren't aware of the differences between herself and the local Muggle children. Had been warned to never reveal just what she was before them. It was a delicious secret, to be whisked off to a school where she would learn magic, something they couldn't begin to comprehend – she was what some only could pretend to be. So let them make fun. Though she couldn't put it into practice, she herself could imagine turning them into toads, who would dare tease her then? Not that she yet knew that particular trick. She'd always looked for the next best thing to gain the attention of her peers, as she aged so did her methods.

When Gus first learned of her pregnancy, she'd already been known around the school – her reputation wasn't what one would consider good per say. She was known to go from party to party, forgoing much of her schoolwork. But she was popular, so who really cared? The boys loved her, it was no secret, she didn't care who it was with as long as she had a good time. Girls hated her, putting up with her simply because she was knowledgeable as to where the best parties would be held. It wasn't a label she'd been exactly proud of, yet she never seemed to care, people tend to pay attention to the school sl*t. She'd been sixteen when she first realized she hadn't had a period in four months. Life, it seems, had finally caught up. She should have expected it, still, it was a total shock when the girl she'd believed to be her best friend stabbed her in the back. She simply hadn't had anything on August, until that point, worth ruining their friendship over – it wouldn't be hard to replace Gus.

There was no going back.

It wasn't long before the entire school knew, boys worried she would tell them they were the father (not that she would have, even if she knew who the father was), girls took satisfaction in turning on her. Not knowing what else to do, she pushed her way through schooling, trying to give as good as she got – while privately licking her wounds, as they tore her down. It didn't take long for her to wonder just how she would make it through one more year at Salem, just one more thing to add to her concerns, the main thing being the fact that she was about to have a baby – hardly another doll for her to toss to the side when she became bored of it. Reprieve would come, when her sister (a woman who she really only knew through infrequent letters) would offer to raise August's son. An offer she would quickly take. Of course, things never go as we plan, not when you feel all the regret of leaving your son in the hands of another. It seemed just so much simpler, finish her last year of schooling at Beauxbatons to escape her Salem peers, while moving in with her sister, leading to being near her son once more.

RP SAMPLE:

Had she realized before? She'd been to her sister's home, no more than six times, over the course of the past year. Had she realized, had she let herself notice, how nice the neighborhood was? She couldn't remember. All of her worldly possessions, that she couldn't keep at the school, were tucked away in one of the guest rooms Rowan had insisted she take. Yet, she couldn't remember a damn thing, about the place, about the people. It was all a blur. To her, this was just further proof that Royal was in the right place. So why was she going to disrupt things now? Her knuckles whitened, in their death-grip on the loose fabric of her jeans. Other than to explain it would be easier to take a taxicab, to finish the last length of their journey, August hadn't spoken a word to her companion in nearly half an hour. She wasn't sure if she was grateful of the girl's silence.

Instead, she focused her gaze beyond the window beside her. Homes, people, large trees, cars driving in the opposite direction. They all passed in a sort of haze, as the taxi cruised along. She wasn't sure, just where they were, but confident the driver would find his way.

Shouldn't she be concerned? For all she knew, she and Thea had gotten into the car, with a psychotic, raping, murdering cabbie. One who only cracked when faced with two pretty blond girls. Somehow she doubted the scenario, even as it began to take shape in her mind. Listlessly, she watched in her mind's eye, as the man (without some catchy name a few murders receive, from the media, usually) led the girls through an unknown city. Bringing them to his lair (she couldn't think of it as 'his home', it didn't fit the persona). She didn't question it. How a Russian cabbie would be able to afford a house, of any standard, in a neighborhood such as the one they currently were in. That wasn't an issue. The issue was that she was using it as a distraction.

To keep her from thinking about what she was about to do.

Instead of thinking about her avoidance, Gus's mind continued on with its journey.

She watched, as the two girls were convinced to get out of the cab. Lured to the front porch, to wait, as he went inside to grab something. As compensation, for the two to one factor, her mind began to imagine him sneaking out the backdoor, only to round on them from behind. Her mind shifting from tree branch, to baseball bat, finally to iron pipe; what ever would do the most damage. She watched herself, as she stood there in shock, as Thea was knocked-out cold, blood slowly seeping from a contusion. Stood there, frozen, as their cabbie then advanced upon her .....

"Это оно." She blinked. This is it. Not sure how her mind was capable of registering his meaning. Maybe she hadn't understood him at all. Instead, it had probably registered with the familiar sight of her sister's home. Releasing the breath she'd been unaware of holding, the young blond promised herself, no more late night showings of horror movies. Not when all the gore obviously was starting to effect how she was picturing the world. "То будет 38662 рублевки." His expectant eyes were enough translation. He wanted was to due to him. That'll be 38662 ruble. Her mind fought to convert the money to American dollars (the only Muggle money she still kept on herself). One Ruble compared to 0.0335 of a dollar .... in her frustration, she handed over her last twenty. Sure that it was more than enough. Without a word in passing, Gus stuffed her wallet forcefully back into her bag. Her exit from the cab was less than graceful, but at least she was out.

Slinging her overnight bag over her shoulder, the girl watching with little regret in chocolate eyes, as the taxi and it's psychotic, raping, murdering cabbie disappeared around the corner.

Suddenly she felt a hesitancy. She didn't want to turn, didn't want to face the cookie-cutter house that she knew she would find behind her. What had possessed her, to invited Althea Breighton to her sister's home for the weekend? She wasn't sure. What she was certain of was she wouldn't be introducing Royal as her sister's eleven month old baby. She'd brought her friend there, because she'd felt that Thea's confession deserved a confession of her own. She'd taken the girl to this place, to introduce her to her son, because it seemed so much easier than trying to explain everything by itself. At the hand on her forearm, she turned, pasting a smile, that seemed more grimace, upon her face. Unable to think of what she should say, Gus decided to instead mimic the cabbie driver in her words. "This is it." Though obvious, it was all she could manage. Uncertainty choking her.

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No problem, love. No reason to say sorry for any of it. I'm thinking SOURNOIS because of your secret and lifestyle.

[ardelle04]

First Name:Ardelle
Last Name:Cruz
Age:17
Appearance:thin, fair, black haired,brown eyed
History:
Personality:brave, intelligent, honest, thoughtful
Sample RP:

Before you complete your sorting application, I must point out something out in order to help you: please make sure you write at least one paragraph of history and personality and three paragraphs of you role-play sample.And don't forget to change your profile name into the a first and last one.

[aliceresovor]

NAMED: scorpio laoise rathe rafen

NICKNAMED: scose, scorps, bones

AGED: he's currently almost eighteen

GENDER: he's a male since birth

BLOOD: his parents lie and say pure blood, yet he is a demon

FAMILY: lucifer grant luro rafen, father. saraybel jennifer rafen, mother. drake lumar rafen, brother

PERSONALITY: unlike his cruel, arrogant father and brother, scorpio got the good genes, which were passed from his mum, saraybel. the good sides of him outnumber the bad or the evil, quite frankly, they mostly overpower his inner demon. he is quite kind hearted, seeing people in pain, or hurting, due to his past, makes him sick to his stomach. even a stranger, he'd take in his arms and cradle until they felt better. he has a guilty conscious due to the things his father and brother both committed in life, because he knew and yet kept his trap shut. he has a pride within, that he normally hides because he is used to being the last one to be loved, to be noticed. his self esteem is low, and high at the time. submissive and dominant all in one.

scorpio is quite the charming young man, if you get on his good side. he has a killer smile and gleam in his eye that he shows when he's happy, which is normally everyday, well, hidden behind a bit of remourse and sadness. i guess in a sense, he's a bit depressed. the feeling that any moment he could be taken from beauxbatons by his father is a feeling he never wants to feel. he's a very intelligent young man, yet he hides it behind a mask, and seems to act stupid, class wise, that is, mostly because he doesnt like people thinking he's weak. he tries to be badass, though normally, it doesnt work out the way he plans. he's just kind of scared of being judged worse then he was back at hogwarts, or back home. but yes, charming and intelligent.

he is a very trustworthy and honest young man. which makes him quiet mature for his age. and he is. you could tell him anything, as long as you do not emotionally of physically harm him in any way, he'd take it to the grave if he had too. and he tells you like it is. if you want his honest opinion, he'll give it, which kind of sets off a bluntness to him that is kind of normal for a young man. he's kind of professional and snotty when you first meet him, it's because, in a first meeting, he's kind of formal, until he gets to know you. then you see the goof ball of a guy he is. that is, unless you get on his bad side. which, not many people like, well, nobody likes, because it just turns his demon side out.

bones (his demon), is his bad side. quite like his brother, bones is arrogant and childishly immature. he's cunning, sly. and he doesnt care who he hurts, as long as someone goes down. he feels he is awlays right, and never anybody else. it's the side his father and brother like to bring out, by calling scorpio names or telling him he's useless, which he absolutely hates, because deep down, he knows he isnt useless. bones is almost like a constant voice in his head. but all in all, as long as you are kind to him, he is kind to you. however, he has a problem trusting, loving, and feeling comfortable around others.

HISTORY: scorpio was born into a rich, and seeming pure blooded family. his father lucifer, was raised to deal with his demon side, which had soon consumed him, and technically turned into him. saraybel had come from a complete blue blood family, yet she wasnt looking for money or perks, she was looking for love. which she found in the depths of lucifer's heart. the demonous man had showed her love when nobody else would, in a strange way, she was his good side. and so, at the age of twenty, she was pregnant with her first child, aka, drake. who had ended up being the normal, non-demon of the two. however, he had the horrible, cruel traits of lucifer. he was the unforgiving of the two.

the following year, was born scorpio, who was the one who unfortunetly got the demon blood that his father had hidden behind a very convincing mask. but his personality took well after young saraybel. his years of being a young child went by painfully slow. his father had resorted in painful disciplin when he didnt respond to harsh words. a smack or two in the face when he didnt listen was 'in order' as lucifer put it to his wife. however, he envied his brother, drake, because he was the obvious favour of the father that scorpio had wished he could be loved by. at the age of nine, he was started going to an intense trianing thing lucifer had done, helping his more uncooperative son to learn up on magic, spells, and creatures, so he'd be ready for hogwarts.

but when hogwarts came, at his twelth year alive, his father was outraged by his being placed into Ravenclaw. however, with some convincing from both saraybel and scorpio, and the headmaster, lucifer allowed him to stay. but his brother, drake, would ensure his unhappiness. countless pranks, words, and actions were taken, to make sure the young ravenclaw would be miserable. however, while there, at his age of fourteen, he met the young second year, layla brown. the two had formed a quick bond together, and scorpio had put his trust and secrets into her. however, little did he know, she was relaying them back to drake. this followed out until he was sixteen and a half. his years with layla, which he thought were going great, ended when a friend of his from Slytherine came out and told him.

he was taken from hogwarts a few weeks after, due to his begging of his mother and father. he spelt about six months in normal school, until his mother heard from a family friend's daughter about beauxbatons, she was on break. the two parents looked into it, abd sent him on his way with his owl, bronswyn.

SAMPLE RP:

"D-Drake!" Shrieked the boy. He groaned sourly, lifting off his bed, covered in freezing cold water. His normally gentle eyes blazed with anger. When I get my hands on that little prat! Screamed Bones, his demon. Down the hall of there manor, he could hear his brother cackling. "Bloody hell, Drake! I swear, when I get my hands on you-" Bones stopped his rage from inside the boy when Lucifer's boney shape filled his mind. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, he gave a disappointed sigh, looking off towards Drake. For once, Scorpio felt a little reassurence that he had done something right. That bloody bloke, Im going to stranggle him! Bones was shouting. The left side of his lip twitched, almost as if he was snarling. "Shut up, Bones." he whispered, more to himself then anything. He could feel his father's eyes on him, and he winced. Shoving the covers off him, and over the edge of the bed.

He dressed quickly, into a button down, black tie, and black skinny jeans. His shoes were gray converse. As he walked down the stairs, he noted his father and brother's formal wear. But he didn't entirely care. His mother, Saraybel, stood at the oven. Humming a sweet tone and cooking. "Morning, love!" she greeted to her son as he pulled a chair out, sitting and nodding to his father. "Morning, mum." he said in a dull voice, turning his body dirrectly towards Drake. "Merlin's beard, Drake! Your bloody nuts if you ask me. Seriously. Cold water isnt a good wake up call, 'specially if you were kept up all damn night by your brothers stupid man giggles over the phone. To a certain ugly prat named Layla!" His anger was turning inside him as Bones made his point across. Bones.. well, was him. Yet Scorpio didnt like to thing so. His mother gave a soft gasp, she hated when the brothers faught, though Lucifer found a kick out of it.

"It isn't my fault that the, and I quote, 'Ugly prat named Layla' chose me over you, Scose." Drake never respected Scorpio's name, since his was plain. So he just had to make a nickname. Scose just happened to be what he pulled up. Scorpio stared at him for a moment, a clear shot a hurt running across his face, along with a small scarlet blush. "S-she doesnt matter to me, Drake." he lied, turning his head to his plate as Saraybel put some pancakes down for him. He stabbed his fork into them, and kept stabbing them for a moment. "Stop that, Scorpio.. your going to make them uneatable!" scolded his mother. He looked up at her, then to Lucifer, whose eyes seemed to approve lightly. He sighed to himself, looking down.

You still seem like a Rouerie, but since you reapplied I guess I'll give you COSSU. XD

[sakurakolaven]

First Name: Sakurako
Last Name: Laven
Nicknames: Sakura
Age: 18

Apperance:
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Facal Feature: Asian looking.
Height: 4"9'
Weight: A girl never tells.

Family:
Mother: Ai Laven
Blood: Pure Blood Vampire
Father: Lee Laven
Blood: Pure Blood Wizard

More:

Location: Kyoto,Japan in
Birthday: March on the 21st in 1992.

Likes: Paracols, Hand Fans, Handkerchefs, Tea-Sets, Sake-Sets, Coffee-Sets, Smoking, Dark Chocolate, Black Roses, Skulls, The Dark Arts, Name Brand Purses and clothes, and L.A Color Make Up.
Dislikes: The Day Time, Tanning Beds

Boyfriend: Crabbe
School Boyfriend Attends: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House Boyfriend is In: Slythern

Personality:
She is one of evil hertage, She live in a dark family and it rubbed off on her. She can be mean at times but thats why she is liked. People try to stay on her good side so she normally gets what she wants. She is a spoiled girl and she is very popular.

How she meet her Boyfriend:
Sakurako Laven meet her boyfriend, Crabbe during her summer break in Euorpe. They meet on the beach well she was trying to tan. Crabbe started talking to her and they went on many dates. After she left the area and returned to Kyoto they still talked through owl mail. She knew she loved him and his family which was very weathy. She even became friends with Draco Malfoy who had treated her like a sister.

FATHER ARRESTED:
Sakurako's father was arrested for using the dark arts and was a suspected of being a Death Eater. Her mother then ran and Sakurako only has contact with her thourth owl mail. She then moved into Malfoy Manor with her Godfather and his soon.

Life Now:
Her Godfather had requested that she attend Beauxbatons Academy as she was born to do. She then packs and drops malfoy and crabbe off at he Train and heads to France to get her ride to school. She rode the carrage to the school.

Sample RP:

Sakurako walks into the great hall dress in her blue Skirt, Blue top, her Blue cap, and her black High Heels. Her make up was elegant and well done. She bows to all the students she sees as well as the bows.
A student came up to her and asked "Where are you from?". Sakurako looks at the girl, pretty as she may be angered her. She says "I am from Kyoto,Japan if you must know". The girl looks at her with the shock of her answer.
She then walks into the Hall and finds a sit and starts to study for her Charms final. She smiles to herself knowing she will she her Boyfriend Crabbe in a few weeks.

There are a couple things that need to be fixed before we can sort you:
1. Personality and appearance need to be in paragraph form
2. History needs to be two to three paragraphs long
3. No canon characters like Crabbe are allowed, though he's away at Hogwarts.

[maddome]

First Name: Melly

Last Name: Black

Age: 14

Appearance: I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have olive skin and am short. My hair is a little bit longer then shoulder length.

History: My mum and dad met on a cold winter’s night in 94. They had my older brother in 95, me in 96 and my brother in 99. Throughout my life I have been the one no one has ever understood. I grew up in Paris, France and I have lived there all my life with my parents, brothers and grandmother.

Personality: I am shy, and I don’t really talk to many people. I love writing stories and swimming. I am very quiet and bookish and I don’t really like to talk about myself.

Sample RP: Melly was sneaking up the stairs towards the library, when her dad yelled at her to get down to the basement to talk to him and her mother. She sadly turned around and went downstairs.
‘Yes?’ she asked.
‘Your mother and I have been thinking, about you actually,’ her father said.
‘What about me?’ Melly asked.
‘Well you don’t seem to fit in,’ replied her mother gently.
‘So?’ asked Melly feeling annoyed
‘We are going to send you to Beauxbatons,’ said her father rather harshly.
‘What if I don’t want to go?’ asked Melly.
‘You don’t get a choice, you are going because I said so,’ said her father angrily.
‘But-‘started Melly.
‘But, nothing, you are going and that is that, so go and pack and don’t come down until you have finished,’ said her father angrily.
‘Fine,’ said Melly and she turned around and left, ‘I’ll go!!’

To begin with, please change your profile name to match the one you've mentioned in your application. Secondly, your history and personality must be at least a paragraph long not three sentences and your RP sample at least three paragraphs long, and GModding is not allowed here.

[archie]

<sub>full name archie léon north.
birthplace byron bay, australia.
age seventeen / october 20^th.
appearance

personality
family
history
sample role-play

w.i.p. =)</sub>

Do not post a biography that is not completed.

[dollgoddess]

First Name: Fallon Brielle
Last Name: Laurent
Age: 18
Appearance:



Nicknames:

• Fallon
  
• Ally
  
• Brie
  
• Elle
  

History:
I was named before my mother, Fallon, while my middle name has been a discussion they have fought with over before they ended up choosing “Brielle”. Though over the years, papa has been repetitive of telling me that she should have chosen Margo or Susane for me instead of Brielle which means pearl and lily, respectively. While mama was all for Lunette all these years which means little moon, she said it would have been perfect as her middle name Etoile meant star. In the end, my grandmamma made the final decision. Saying that I already am sharing a name with my mom, grandmamma listed their names: hers, Brigette, and Papa’s, Verill, and scrambled it for minutes until she ended up with Brielle, which means exalted goddess.

My mother is an Alumna of Beauxbatons, and has been in Beauxbatons, wherein she thought her sorting could possibly has something to do with her surname. She said that the sorting cloak/robe could have seen her surname’s meaning reflect unto her personality, and it wasn’t wrong. Mama’s surname, Blanchard, meant white which represents the house of Cossu, and knowing my mother, she is definitely the creative type of person, drawing, painting, sewing, knitting, she does all those lot.

And being accepted at her Alumni, I am more than proud to be here, just like my family. My mama was the happiest among my kins, to say the least. I know, she's biased. Papa wished I'll be accepted at Hogwarts instead, since that's where he graduated. For me, Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, I will be as proud and happy.

Personality:

• Optimistic
  
• Easy to be impressed.
  
• Appreciative.
  
• Competitive.
  
• Goal-setter.
  
• Dreamer.
  
• Sweet-tooth.
  
• Music lover.
  
• Perceived loner for strangers.
  
• Bubbly and comical for groupies and friends.
  
• A competition and head turner she may be but at times an introvert indeed she is.
  
• Has a heart and sees the goodness in everything.
  
  Fond of:
  
• Nature (+ Elle = <3)
  
• chocolates
  
• lollipops
  
• marshmallows
  
• jellybeans.
  
  Into:
  
• singing
  
• dancing
  
• writing
  
• acting
  
• reading
  
• drawing
  
• painting
  
• designing
  
  

Sample RP:

Sept 3, 2010 0:18:47 GMT -5 @dollgoddess said:

But oh, can’t you see?
That no matter what happens
life goes on and on.
And so baby, please smile.
Cause I’m always around you
And I’ll make you see
how beautiful life is for you and me.
Take a little time baby,
See the butterflies’ colors,
Listen to the birds
that were sent to sing
for me and you.
Can you hear me?
This is such a wonderful place to be.

Courtney played with sand as she took a long walk around the beach and took in much of the scene’s beauty, admired it as dusk started to draw. Feeling the cool ocean breeze gently touched her flesh as she walked around the shore soothed her, made her feel less caring of anything else and think of nothing else but those days she loved and hated. Days that had changed her beliefs and somewhat…her personality.

Not everybody can be with you forever, simply because forever doesn’t exist. Nobody can ever live with somebody else for that long. Just like the sand: some may stick with you, some may not; some may stay on the ground, some may be washed away from the shore. Everything’s uncertain. And no one can ever be able to make forever happen because of that. No one. Courtney concluded unto herself as she contemplated with the thought of people living in and out of her life.

Her father’s still not coming home and so was her mother, leaving her with her grandmother, who never failed to give her everything she needed and wanted, who never failed to support her, who never failed to encourage her, especially when she was doubting herself and not trusting, who never failed to make her admit what she denies. But now, with her beloved grand-mѐre gone, everything will never be the same again.

The term have already started, and she was glad to be back now at Hogwarts unlike before. It was for her grand-mѐre that she decided to drop out of school last year, to take care of her. Not that she knew she’ll be gone that soon. Now with her already gone, she had found no more reason why she would not go back to Hogwarts. This certainly is her new home now.

Courtney made her way into a nearby cave and found herself a good spot on a huge rock, facing the ocean, feeling the breeze, watching the sun set down from the sky. “Charming,” she whispered still unaware of anything else around her.

1. Change your character's name in your profile to the one you have in the application.
2. Personality in paragraph form.
3. Your RP sample needs to be made for BB, not from another site.

Once these are completed you will be sorted, love.

[baller]

First Name: London

Middle Name: Rose

Last Name: Lees

Blood: Half-Blood

Age: Fifteen

Appearance: Here

History: London was born in a small town in Switzerland. She lived like a normal child but she was always different. She always sercretly knew it, but never really wanted anyone to know she knew it. Esspecially her father. She didn't really have alot of friends, she didn't really fit in. At the age of 6 her twin sister, Isbel died of cancer. London really didn't understand what was happening but it affected her and everyone deeply. London didn't want to go down her father's path and become a very serious wizard, only caring for the one he loves and himself. London wanted to be someone who cared about everyone.

But her father was pushing her down that path because she was the only one of the Lees family. London wasn't the favourite of her father, Isbel was her father's favourite. Isbel was the youngest and the cutest and the best, so thats why the Lees family shut out every connection when she died. At the age of 8, her father's job had been transfered to France. London never seemed to fit in at her new hometown either. She grew up at an early age, because her father expected everything of her. And it seemed everytime her father looked at her, he secretly wished London was Isbel. Everyone knew it, thats why London couldn't wait to get started at Beauxbatons.


Personality: London is usually quiet. She always puts her school work and studying first. She loves reading books and you can always find her reading outside of school or during school. She plays the guitar and sings. Of course to her its just a hobbies and doesn't dream of becoming famous one day. London isn't much of rule-breaker but won't rat you out if she catches you doing something your not allowed. She is a very loyal friends and sticks up for them. London does have a bit of courage and it tends to come out when its needed.

She has a tendency to say things she doesn't mean when she gathers enfough bravory to say it. London is also very serious with things at times, when it comes to learning about something, she will always be serious about her work. She also won't take anything or anyone for granted. She is truley a sweet gal once you get to know her. She is sometimes the loner type. She doesn't have much friends because of her lack of socialness. But she is really a great person.

Sample RP:
It was raining. Not just sprinkling, but pouring outside. The rain fell so hard, London could hear it smack onto the pavement. London looked out the window, she could barley see anything except for a set of lights from cars passing by. She sighed. London didn't exactly know what was happening. So she was going away? To a school, of course. But why? What was happening to her? Was she sick? Did her parents want to disown her? Every thought that came to her mind was turning into a hazardous storm in her brain. She pounced back onto her bed, hoping to fall asleep and never again wake up. Her life was like a sick drama movie. Her father, who barley thought of her as his own, her mother who was oblivious and had a drinking problem. If the Lees was such a great family, why was it going downhill all of a suden?

Isbel's death nine years ago was horrible, but have they let it go yet? The Lees family was under great depression, and everything was just racing slowly away from their hands. They were no longer a powerful wizard family. All because her father fell in love with a human, or muggle or whatever the "abnormal" people called them. Isbel was missed alot, her father's eyes wished deeply that it would have been London who was dead instead of Isbel. What kind of father was he? London thought that fathers were programed to love their offspring, not hate them to a pulp. Even if father's were programed, they did love their babies, not because they had to because they did. London didn't bother tuning into the fight that was going on downstairs. Her mother probably did something wrong or something. The fight was probably about London.

If London and Isbel were twins, shouldn't they look the same. London only remembered Isbel slightly because of the pictures of her all around the house. There is only one picture of London in the house. On her mother's nightstand, in her parent's bedroom. Every word that popped up from the fight downstairs was "Going away." So London was going away? Where? Why? London didn't match up to Isbel. Isbel was the perfect child, the child that London wished to be, but never was. Sometimes, it felt like Isbel was talking to London in a epiphany of some sort. Was it Isbel that was talking to her? A sweet, childish voice talking to her and telling London that it's gonna be okay. London sighed at her parent's failing argument and finally drifted asleep.


I am more than certain that Cossu will uncover the best in you.
Finnished :)

[wendyfinnigan]

FIRST NAME: Wendy Cassadee.
LAST NAME: Finnigan.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

BRILLIANT -   [bril-yuh nt] - having good understanding or a high mental capacity; quick to comprehend, as persons or animals.

She has always been the type of girl that comes easily into knowledge. Nothing has ever truly stumped her and that’s because she’s the type of person that will go hunting for her answers, rather than letting them defeat her. It’s not uncommon to find the girl spending countless hours within the library with a book in her hand but that’s just her nature. She loves knowledge but not of the fictional matter. In fact, Wendy has been known to be a bit of a history buff and finds researching things to be her little niche. Making essays and papers the easiest part of her academic career. Though this may make her seem like a bit of a know it all but she’s not the type to prove people wrong. This is mainly because she finds correcting someone incredibly rude and sure fire way to create unwanted tension.

DETERMINED - [dih-tur-mind] - resolute; staunch: the determined defenders of the Alamo. decided; settled; resolved.

Wendy is also very determined, not liking being judged before a person ever has the chance to meet her. If someone tells her that she can’t do something, she will go way out of her way to prove them wrong. This is very helpful when it comes to her stepping up to defend her dreams and future aspirations. For example, Wendy thinks war is completely childish and is doing nothing to better society. In fact, it’s actually hurting it. So with that little thought on her mind, she is anti-hate.

METHODICAL - [muh-thod-i-kuh l] -performed, disposed, or acting in a systematic way; systematic; orderly: a methodical person. painstaking, esp. slow and careful; deliberate.

Methodical is the proper word to describe this certain Finnigan girl and this is because she’s very precise in everything that she ever does. There is no slacker tendencies within and no short cuts to make the job easier. You do what you’re told and you follow the directions until you reach the certain end because that’s the only way you can avoid any sort of error. Now that she sounds like some real life Nazi – this isn’t the only time that she’s this precise. When she practices her art or does her research, Wendy finds some way to keep notes, organizing every detail, until everything comes out right. This is what makes her efficient and she honestly believes it will make her valuable to an employer. No miscalculations mean better success rates.

CREATIVE - [kree-ey-tiv] - having the quality or power of creating, resulting from originality of thought, expression, etc.; imaginative.

If you hadn’t figured it out by now, Wendy has many ways in which she expresses herself but the biggest come in the form of art. From painting, sketching, writing, dancing – she’s done it all. Usually giving up on her true potential as she switches gears and moves onto a new medium, which is only part of the fun. This is because Wendy usually comes back to her personal projects at a later date. Housing some advancement or knowledge within her technique that she managed to pick up from her vast amounts of research. What excites her most about her artistic tendencies is the chance it allows her to research famous people throughout history. Nothing is more exciting than getting inside their head and trying to figure them out.

BOISTEROUS- [boi-ster-uh s, -struh s] - rough and noisy; noisily jolly or rowdy; clamorous; unrestrained: the sound of boisterous laughter.

Wendy is aware that she might seem overzealous but that isn’t true. The girl knows how to cut back and have a good time and if she can, she’d gladly give into her Irish roots to become quite the partier. She loves going out for fun with the friends and being no one but herself. This can be a good kind of loud that isn’t found as annoying because she’s usually got a group of girls and guys with her doing the same thing. If Wendy sees someone not having a good time, not enjoying the music, she will find a way to get them off their feet because life is short and you must live it to its fullest. This makes her entirely sweet to the touch, with a bit of emotional depth and maturity tied in.

HISTORY:

The Finnigan’s have always been a well respected family, carrying out lifelong family traditions and making themselves the best possible lives out of what they had. To most of them, money was never an issue. Believing that what they went without only brought them closer together. This was the very lesson that Macha Finnigan tried teaching his children but sometimes every message seems to get lost in translation. Especially with his oldest children, who made their family quite dysfunctional and chaotic. His wife also tried enforcing this belief but normally, they found themselves being overrun with what they called, ‘b**tard children.’ It was of course a joke, but there were times where they nearly went crazy trying to keep their family happy and simply function. As you can see it wasn’t a healthy lifestyle but they made it work.

Wendy wasn’t like her other siblings, she was the calm that evened out her sibling’s disruptive behavior and made them feel like being parents was actually worth it. Unlike her brothers and sisters, Wendy was very much the quiet one, sticking to herself, and never going out of her way to make trouble. She was also the only one of four children that took what her father taught them to heart and actually practiced never wanting much. Then again, she was easy to please. Kind of like one of those kids that could be handed a cardboard box and never find themselves bored. Her imagination preoccupied her and allowed her parents to focus setting her older siblings straight. An impossible task, I can assure you. In many ways, one might also guess that Wendy was the most liked child of the group and that was a correct assumption.

”Why can’t we go? It’s not like we are doing anything here!”
“We are your parents and you will listen to us, not further questions.”
“Is it because of Wendy? I bet it is…all you guys care about is her.”
“What are you talking about? Notice who I’m dealing with? Wendy is outside playing.”
“God go ahead and defend her! You always do!”

Though her parents never really admitted that Wendy was their favorite child, they only made her existence all the more unbearable as she grew older. Why? Well because she kept finding herself in arguments that truly had no place for her. In fact, she never even understood the reason they fought and the older that she got, the more senseless it became. It was all about their oldest kids wanting things their parents couldn’t afford, couldn’t make time for, and trying to keep them on a rightful path. With time, Wendy began distancing herself from her family and focusing on more important things in this world. Such things she could control herself, things like art. Any medium seemed to be her specialty and between the countless sketches, sheet music, and paintings that littered her bedroom – she just wasn’t satisfied. What interested her more was the emotions that people felt while making these pieces of art, so she dived herself into her books reading everything that her hands managed to get its hands on. However this all came with a price and when her siblings found out about interests, they often teased her taste in less material things. In fact, they often compared her to the homeless cat lady that lived down the street who had nothing to her name. Which Wendy found incredibly annoying because Miss Ophelia was such a nice woman and seemed perfectly content with her life. However, she never spoke out against her siblings and let them think what they wanted.

”I can’t wait till you go to Hogwarts……”
“Really? Do you think that I’ll like it there?”
“I think people are going to make fun of you and I want to see it happen.”
“Why would they make fun of me? I never did anything to these people.”
“Cause you’re different….you’re not like the rest of us.”

At the age of eleven, Wendy received her acceptance letter into Hogwarts and to be frank, the entire situation honestly intimidated her. Unlike her siblings, she knew nothing about this school, except for the small talk that she overheard between her brother and their mother. Especially when the two of them were discussing her brother’s horrible grades. This was something that Wendy considered strange, particularly because her parents were proud wizards but yet they had done a terrible job educating their children on the subject matter. She didn’t know what to expect and instead of bringing the conversation up at the dinner table, she decided against it. The best way to independent after all, was to figure these things out yourself and that is exactly what she did.

”Professor Dumbledore, I swear I had nothing to do with this. I promise, I promise, I promise.”
“Don’t worry, Wendy. I know who it was and your brother will be dealt with accordingly.”
“Oh…okay. He’s not going to be expelled is he? I’m sure he meant no harm.”
“I’ll figure something out but let me tell you something because I believe that you’re different.”
“What do you mean different? You’re not making any sense.”
“We both know you’re nothing like your siblings and their shenanigans.”

When she first got to the school, Wendy was completely lost and confused but quickly figured things out. Her siblings had already made things harder for her because apparently they had the entire school on edge. From hushed whispers in the hallways, they were nothing but troublemakers, giving their professors and classmates a hard time. At first, people categorized her as one of them but Wendy was determined to prove that image wrong. She wasn’t going to let people define her and quickly forced herself to come out of her shell. It wasn’t long before people started seeing her in a different light and she became that girl that stood out from the rest of her family. Growing into the woman that she is today, Wendy is what you would call a sort of activist. She knows how to prove her point without resorting to violence and though she can be loud, she’s not obnoxious. Basically she’s the school sweet heart and she plans to keep that way. She likes being that girl next door and though some members of her family, resent her for this, Wendy had done her best to tune them out.

"Father, what do you mean you go the job in France?"
"... I mean, I'm the new Minister of Magic for the French!"
"You're Irish?"
"No darling, your mother is Irish."

Her father, Paris, had become the new Minister of Magic for the French, something he seemed to pride himself on. She was no longer just another Finnigan, she was the daughter of the Minister, and a woman that would be noted in the public eye. And with that, she was sent to Beauxbatons for her education, along with her siblings, ready to begin their new life.

RP SAMPLE:

It was days like this, when there was very little to do, that Wendy found herself alone in her thoughts. This existence may have seemed fairly mind-numbing to someone else but to her, Wendy was undeniably content. Which was an odd feeling considering how stressful today had actually been. Trying her best not to think of the heavy concerns that had clouded her day, the girl felt her grip upon her paintbrush tighten. Bringing a sturdy hand to the heavy canvas before her, she gave a quick stroke of red against the white thick material. Letting the tip of the brush linger for a moment, she instantly felt dissatisfied and forced herself to lower the paintbrush, placing it into a container filled with water.

This had all been a mistake on her part.

She should have never allowed herself to start painting. Not when her emotions were getting the better of her and with that her mind settled on a one way track into nowhere. The thing that bothered her most was the note that she had received from her brother about her returning home for the coming holiday. Wendy should have known that he’d be the one to write her but he was only doing this out of spite. Especially since the boy had promised to tell their parents that she was going out of town that week with Maddox, on a trip that the two kids had been planning the entire school year! So it was only natural that it would slip her brothers mind. He did hate her after all. Remembering how she crumpled up the letter before tossing it into the fire that rested in the corner of the common room, Wendy found no reason to write back. Without fair warning, her parents wouldn’t even consider letting her go now and at the mere thought a faint frown took over her peaceful features.

On top of having to tell her best friend that she could no longer take that trip with him, Wendy also had to deal with the problem of Bennett seeing what she wrote in her journal.

And that wasn’t something she was prepared to live with.

Growing restless and tired of being indoors, Wendy brought her hands to her thick dark locks and pulled it smoothly back into a ponytail. When it was setting upon its proper place on her head, she expertly used the rubber band around her wrist to hold it steady. From there she cleaned her supplies, putting everything away, and into its proper place. Lifting the very plain canvas with a simple red streak upon it, Wendy decided to call this piece finished and stuck it above her bed. Sure – this didn’t really qualify as art but it showed the artists raw emotions, which was what art is all about.

Feeling a bit pleased with the outcome for the afternoon, the girl decided she needed a change of scenery. Turning on her heel and walking towards the stairs, Wendy made the split decision to head outside. Vitamin D was what she needed right now and since there were no more classes within her schedule for today, she could easily lounge outside without worry. Making her way the crowded halls of Beauxbatons, Wendy found herself at the entrance hall and walking out into the bright lights of freedom. Finding a smile tug at the corners of her lips, she instantly felt a better mood approaching and with that she found a spot to sit on the nicely manicured lawn. From what she could tell, she wasn’t the only one that thought they could use a little sunshine but she made no effort to carry on a conversation with them. Not when she wasn’t really in the talking mood. At least not yet. Clumsily picking at little flowers that littered the school grounds, Wendy did what any other girl would do and began collecting them for herself.

Oh the joy of having the chance to salvage something from a horrible day.

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Cossu for you, but be careful, we don't accept Marry Sue(s) on here.

[myrajackson13]

Hi, My name is Meliantha Vashti Xylia Nata (beautiful dancing honey-sweet flower of the forest). It is a fairy name. My firends call me Vas, Mel, Honey, Belle, or Swan. I am also a first year here but have 10 years experience in magic. I am a pure-blood since birth, and that is a great honor in our land. I am also a half-veela and lycan/vampire (bloodline is very complex) , and my transformations are as follows:
Animals and creatures:
Eagle
Raven
Swan
Unicorn
Angel
Wolf
Pegasus
Dragon
Mage:
Dark
Healing
Elemental
Light
Time
Power
My wand is Gold, purple, and green
designs, and with a dragon. fav colors!!

I am a very sweet person, and adored in my land Eveste.
But despite my nature, I like to be creative and paint, play violin, sing, practice my spells (I am a little self-taught), dance, and go beyond the limits!!! But despite my free nature, I very mature for my age. I like to complete my tasks early for more free time, prompt on my studies and lessons for exams, and stand up for what's right. Loyalty is my middle name. My family is prominent and respected, our land is like a family. We stick together all the time even thogh we don't always agree. Sadly, I don't know what to do about my older sister Abella. She doesn't think we should stick to marrying and befriending to pure- bloods only, no half- breeds nor "mudbloods". She is very haughty ,apprehensive and snobbish towards them, and my friends, which compose a mix of the three. "Meliantha, why do you dabble with these vermin? They should serve us not be our equals!!", Is her daily dose of antipathy Uggh!! I am not perfect though, no way!! I tend to disobey my parents and leave the house after curfew, and I can be a little naive, a example of this is when an ogre invited me to his house and I almost got eaten. Another problem is I can be prideful and over-confident, which can get me into trouble." Pride is a blessing and a curse." my aunt Splendyx always said. I often struggle with romance, and who that special guy is. i had many relationships some which did not last long. I am 15, born on July 1st, In a grove just outside my castle of Narnia. I change at will , or by circumstance.
Siblings:
Abella; 16
Mika;12
Allor:14
Dinarah;6
Xander; 19
Rune;25
Parents;
Celetese
Aoaron
Grandparents;
Hera
Xerxes
Nationality
Persian, Greek, Black, Welsh, French, Belgian, Romanian, Egyptian
Languages
English, Chinese, Latin, French

DECISIONS
Mel we have to talk to you
About what mother?
youhaveto go Beauxbatons in France, We believe that this school will help you in exceeding your potential, Honey.
I dont want to go mother, don't make me please!!!
You have to go thats we have decided.

Meliantha hand a lot on her mind that day. She didn't want to leave her beloved home.
At least you can get away!! Abella complained
To many dabbling with the vermin i presume!!
No!! Why? Cyan yelled on the phone, we were supposed to get jobs at White Castle next term.
Yeah its sucks girl. I ll find a job up there, and probably a boyfriend too, haha!! i dont want to leave, and it makes me sad to leave this place i know so well.
It'll pass, trust me. It'll pass.
They hang up.
Mother, i dont want to go
Why Vas?
Because I fell isolated and lost. i wont have any friends, and just be a fish out of water!!!
listen to me dear, think about the golden opportunities out there. you will make it there i promise. pack your things for you will be leaving in three days. Think about what i said and of me.
Thnks mom she says and gives her ahug.
meliantha goes out in her birth grove and reflects or her life in her land. She engraves her full name on tree stump next tothe grove with her earth- writing spell.
She starts to weep. She decides to go to beauxbatons and now realizes it is time to grow up and live.
( a week later)
Plane Argus will be leaving in twenty minutes!! All Beaux batons students file on board!!
Hurry mel your going to be late!!
Im going!!!
Mel rushes to the airport with her broom. she makes in time to her surprise relief. As she got on, she looked back on now that was her home as sheis going to a new place. She sent her family a goodbye letter, and gave it to her owl Larga. night soon falls a she falls asleep, dreaming of home.


First of all, you have TO WRITE your application using the form given by us (you'll find it on the first page of this topic). Secondly, your application MUST be written in third person, nor first. AND PLEASE CHANGE YOUR PROFILE NAME to match the name you mentioned in this application. Thank you.

[zackaryjameslogan]

the facts.

FIRSTNAME. zackary
MIDDLENAME. jasper
LASTNAME. logan
AGE. seventeen
BLOODLINE. half-blood/vampire

the mirror.

HEIGHT. 5' 11''
WEIGHT. 140 lbs
EYES. blue
HAIR. blonde/black
BODY TYPE. slender, slightly muscular
CLOTHING STYLE. grunge/dark

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the heart.

SARCASTIC. Zack has quite a mouth on him. He's always had dry humor and sarcastic wit, but after recent experiences, his mouth has gotten more sarcastic. He has the ability to make a depressed emo kid crack up with his dry humor and sarcasm. It sometimes makes himself some enemies, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He can use this to cheer you up or bring you down. it depends on the mood.

UNTRUSTING. He's always been careful about who to trust, but since being betrayed by the one he loved, he's extra careful. When you first meet, Zack will NOT trust you with anything. People must gain his trust. But if you are lucky enough to gain his trust, you'd better keep it, because there are no second chances with Zack if you betray him.

STRONG. Zackary is strong willed, as well as physically strong. He is an iron wall. He is as strong as a castle. When he was human and in public school, he was a rock for other people, until he was being taken advantage of. He stopped it soon after, but is still a rock for his friends. But, he does use restraint in doing things for them out of his power. He is athletic, even if he isn't a muscle head. Not just because he's a vampire, either. He's pretty strong in all aspects. He is unbreakable, made of stone. But sometimes he breaks down if he see's something cute, not that he'd admit it. He drops his guard around women. That's a weakness he's working on strengthening.

BIPOLAR. As if he needed another negative trait! Well, when he was a pre-teen, Zackary was diagoned with Bipolar Depression, shifting moods. It depends on the day what mood he's in. He can go from depressed, to ecstatic within a half hour. He can usually mask his moods, but you can usually tell if he's in a bad mood, based on his expressions and his mouth. He is venomous if he is angry or frustrated. If he's angry, stay away, for your own health...

ROMANTIC. You wouldn't know it if he didn't tell you, or unless you were with him, but he's a hopeless romantic on the inside. He falls for a girl hard when he does fall, and it is his downfall, and almost was once. He treats his girl, when he has one, as the only girl in the world, and is a great boyfriend, among other things, but it's just getting him to trust you that's the hard part.

COMPASSIONATE. Whether you notice or not, Zackary is a very compassionate person. He may come off as cold at first, but if there's someone in trouble, he'll help them. He sticks up for everyone. He used to be a therapist for everyone, so he's naturally sympathetic and compassionate. He can't help but be compassionate. He's empathic, and can feel other's pain.

ARTISTIC. Zackary, having parents in the arts, is naturally artistic. He doesn't draw or anything, but his father was a singer/guitarist, and his mother a photographer. Naturally, he's passionate about music and photography. He writes, sings, takes pictures, and plays various instruments. If his father can't be with him, he'd be a part of him.

the story.

Zackary James Logan was born to Jasper and Ariana in London, England, seventeen years ago. Jasper and Ariana were 18 and 19 at the time of Zackary's birth, and were both in the arts. Zack's mom was a photography, and his father was a lead singer and guitarist in a hair band in the UK. His mother was a witch, and his father a muggle. But, his father didn't know of his mother's lineage, and restrained from using it around him. Zackary would never know he had magic in his blood, at least, not till later on in his life. The Logans lived around the outskirts of London, in Manchester, England. As mentioned, his dad was a rock star, and his mother was a photographer, mainly the one who took the bands pictures.

Zackary never really grew up in a stable home, but he did get to grow up in a great hotel, the Midland, in Manchester. His parents were gone quite a bit, but that doesn't mean he was estranged. He loved his parents more than life itself, and cherished all the time they had together. He was a popular in the hotel he lived at. He was everyones adorable little blonde boy that ran around the hotel. He loved to help the staff, and was best friends with the bell boy. When his parents weren't around, he was always entertained. But, he was a little pest to the manager. Zack always played tricks on the manager because he was an uptight old man. He grew up in that hotel with the staff and his parents for thirteen years. That's when things got a little more complicated. His father had a gig just a week after Zack's thirteenth birthday. His mother was staying home, only his father and the band were going. His mother had a fight with his father, and he left. But, on the way to the show, the band's plane crashed on the mountain sides of Ireland. Zackary and Ariana got the news the next day.

It was then time to pick up the pieces. After several weeks of grieving, Ariana moved Zackary and herself to a flat in London. They had to pick up the pieces and move on, so Ariana started taking photography work again, around London so she'd be home with Zackary. This continued until he turned 15. Being so close to his dad, Zackary was still sensitive about his fathers passing at that age. So, while his mother was on distant assignments, Zackary hung out with the wrong crowd and got into some really bad things. His mother finally worked with him to get through it after he was hospitalized. He straightened out his life. But something was different in his life now. He was a vampire. He got turned into a vampire at a party. He'd gotten drunk at a high school party, and a vampire girl (which he never knew existed) bit into him in a passionate moment. His life was never the same. His mother noticed the changes, and knew what must have happened, she being from the magical world. When he was sixteen, which was not too long after his turning, she told him about his magical blood, and told him all about Hogwarts School of Magic. He decided that he wanted to go to Magical School, but after he finished High School and graduated.

During his senior year in high school, Zackary started going out with a brunette girl named Naomi. Little did he know she was a werewolf girl. He went out with her for almost a year. But things turned ugly at the end--very ugly. That girls family was a royal wolf family, and they wanted Zack because he was a vampire, the only one in high school, while there were many wolves, unknown to the humans. They didn't want vampires on their grounds. So they arranged to kill Zack and his family. Zack, being domesticated in London, knew nothing of his vampiric power. He'd gotten threats that intimidated him, mostly because he wanted to protect his mother. He'd recieved visions from the wolf, twisted visions of he and his mothers death. Finally, they came for him one night. It was a terrible night, which still haunts his dreams. In the end, he killed the girl and warded the family of wolves off, and he and Ariana moved far away, to France. They still live there, but Zackary has graduated, and decided to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. And so, his journey begins...

the sample.

He'd been getting threats for weeks. His girlfriend had been distant. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. Zackary sat on his bed, crossed legs and shaky fingertips. He knew something was going to happen tonight, he knew it. His blood was boiling. The vampiric side of him was rising to the top, anger setting in, along with fear. The vampire opened his mouth slightly, his pearly fangs extending along his bottom lip. That's it--something was officially happening. Whoever it was that was threatening him was coming to kill him. They were going to follow through, unlike what his mother thought. She swore they were just cowards trying to get their way, and they wouldn't follow through--but Zack knew otherwise.

Lightning flashed. Zackary's blue eyes shifted to the window. He heard whispers in his head. Insane. He couldn't describe the feeling of being hunted--he finally knew what the animals he hunted felt. The blond vampire swiped his long blond hair away from his face, uncrossing his legs and standing up. The rain poured down, Zackarys blue orbs shifting quickly. The lightning flashed once more, illuminating figures on the front lawn. "It's them.", Zackary whispered. Before he even finished the sentence, he ran with vampiric speed out his bedroom and down the hall to his mothers room. He opened the door and scanned his mother, who was reading a book. "They're here, Mom.", Zackary said, running out of the room and down to the living room. Just at that moment, the door was kicked in, and several large figures walked inside. One small figure pushed passed them all, showing herself to her vampire.

It was her. "Roxy?", Zackary asked in a breathless gasp. It was his girlfriend of almost a year. She was in league with the wolves, and wanted to kill him. He never felt so betrayed. And so commenced the fighting and the struggle. The wolves were quick about making their leaps over to him. Zackary was holding his own quite well, with his vampiric speed and power. Zack had warded off all the male werewolves but two, and of course, his girlfriend. That's when his mother came in, screaming her sons name. One of the two male werewolves seized the opportunity and grabbed his arms, putting them behind his back. "GET OUT NOW!", Zackary screamed demandingly inbetween grumbles, as the other male wolf punched him repeatedly in the stomach. He could hear his girlfriends laugh. He couldn't believe he trusted her. His crystal blue eyes glared up at her. He looked over his shoulder at one of the wolves who held him in constraint. He thrust his leg up, striking the werewolf between his legs. As he cowered, Zackary broke free and grabbed that wolf's neck and slammed him onto the ground, watching his body tremor. Looking over his shoulder, the vampire slid along the floor, the final male wolf standing above him as the slid. As he slid toward the wolf, he spread his legs, making the wolf almost do a split, before swiping his foot across the wolfs face, sending him flipping into the living room window.

Zackary got up, swallowing hard as he looked into the eyes of his girlfriend. "How could you? I loved you, Rox.", Zackary told her in truth. "That was your mistake.", Roxy said rather emotionless. The vampire swallowed hard. "We're over, baby.", Zack said, Roxy smirking and heading toward his mother. She was going to kill her and make Zack witness it. Well, not if Zack could hep it. He ran after her, leaping over the couch to get to her. He leaped onto the floor, flipping his blond hair back out of his eyes. She had his mother by the neck. Zack rushed over to her, running as fast as his feet would let him. He grabbed Roxy's long brown hair and slammed her to the ground, taking the knife from her hand, that she once had at his mothers throat.

"Please, baby, don't.", Roxy said. She had the nerve to call him that after what she'd done. Biting his lip and letting a single tear drop from his eyes, he raised the knife. He threw it, letting it pierce the wall. He put his hand around the girl's throat. He'd given this girl everything, and all along she planned on killing him. Well, she wouldn't be able to now. He would never have touched a girl in any other circumstance, but this was life or death, and she was a wolf. "I love you.", he told her before and took her neck and twisted quickly. She dropped and he looked at his mother. This night would be scarred forever.

I'm inclined to say Cossu, you could have been either Sournois, either Cossu, but Cossu will be better for you.

[rainydays]

First Name:
Angelica Marie

Last Name:
Hastings

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:
... a bit too lazy to upload to photobucket atm [: sorry ...

History:

Jonathan Hastings: Angelica’s father. He is a pureblood wizard born in England to an English father and a French mother. He grew up with a love of magic, obviously, and chose to pursue a career in the Ministry of Magic. He now serves as one of the Senior Aurors in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He was once married to Angelica’s mother, Samantha, a witch from America who had been In England on Holiday. She stayed in England for three years. She couldn’t handle being away from her own family, so she just left one day. (More on this in Angelica’s history)

Penelope Hastings: Angelica’s step mother. She is a pureblooded witch with two English parents. She is one of the top coordinators in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. She met Jonathan through a Christmas party years ago when Angelica was only five and a half. She’s a good 10 years younger than Jonathan, but they got along very well surprisingly. They were married by the time she was ten. (More details in Angelica’s history)

Angelica Hastings: Angelica was born on the 18th of October 17 years ago in a small town outside of London to an American mother, Samantha, and Jonathan, her father. Her mother was only 22 at the time and her father was 25. They had met while Samantha was on Holiday with a few friends at an event in London. They went on a few dates and both people thought it was love, so they were married the same year. They had Angelica two years into the marriage. Jonathan was so happy to have a little baby girl. Samantha seemed happy, but wasn’t. She was feeling way too tied down. So she left a few days before Angelica turned one. It was a sad day for Jonathan.

(I really suck at background history like that, but I promise It’ll be better from here on [: )

Angelica’s younger years were just fine without her mother though. Jonathan tried his best as a single father to raise his little girl, with the help of his family of course, especially his sister Rose and his parents George and Lauren. They would watch Angelica while he was training to be an Auror, and while he was working. They didn’t mind at all because they couldn’t see how someone like Samantha had left such a sweet tempered little girl.

Around the time she was five and a half, Jonathan had met Penelope. At first, his family was a bit iffy about her because Angelica was still so young and no one was sure how she would react to her daddy dating, or even being around a woman who was interested in her father. But she surprised everyone very much by asking for Penelope after she had met her a few times. Jonathan figured it was because she didn’t know her mother very well, so she was sticking close with a woman who she wasn’t related to that was around a lot.

Penelope and Jonathan ended up dating for a almost 5 years before he finally had the courage to ask her to marry him. (His previous experience made him hold off because he didn’t want to ruin his daughter’s life). It was a beautiful spring wedding in his parent’s backyard with his little girl as a Jr. Bridesmaid. Penelope and Angelica basically clicked. It wasn’t one of those stereotypical “Evil step-mother”, “Obnoxious step daughter” scenario. They acted like a mother daughter team; the only thing was Angelica called her Penelope, not mom, which made things better.

Angelica went through her teen years like any other teenager. She went to a small private witch academy in the middle of nowhere basically in London. She learned the basics in Charms, Potions, HoM, etc. It wasn’t until almost her seventeenth birthday that one of her professors suggested a school in France for her to finish her education in magic. She originally hated the idea actually because she didn’t want to be with a bunch of 11 and 12 year olds as a first year. But after being assured that she wouldn’t be the oldest in the class, that others around her own age were first years and this happened every year, she looked into the school. A few days, several owls, and a very grueling application process later, she had been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic as a first year. She was very excited for her new life ahead of her.


Personality:

Angelica was a difficult person to pinpoint when it came to personality because it varied depending on who she was with.

When she was with her father or with Penelope, she was treated like a little princess. And she loved it. Since both her father and step mother had excellent paying jobs, shopping was something Angelica was very familiar with from a young age. Since Penelope came into the picture, they went shopping in the city a few times every month, mostly on Saturdays or the occasional Sunday. She loved this time because it meant she could expand her wardrobe as well as her accessory collection. Since she was used to getting what she wanted from them, she hated it when they told her no.

When she was with her grandparents, she was always respectful, no matter what mood she was in. She knew what they had done for her when she was younger, before Penelope had come into the picture and even a little after. They had raised her for her father when he was off trying to provide for her. Also, because her grandfather was a retired Auror, he had helped her improve some of her charms and spells. So she always had fun whenever she stayed with them. Her grandmother helped her improve on homely things like cooking and cleaning, both the muggle way and the magical way.

When it came to being around people her own age, she knew she was a bit of a b*tch just because she felt a little out casted from them all. She had been brought up in a family with a good amount of money and where she lived, that wasn’t very common. She never tried to flaunt what she had, but at times it was necessary, especially when it came to bitches like Tracy Dixon, a girl whose father worked with Penelope. Tracy was the type of person to always flaunt her new things, like when she got a new broom, or when her parents hosted the flashiest (and tackiest) New Year’s party last winter.

Angelica didn’t know where to put herself when it came to what type of girl she was. She was on a girl’s quidditch team at the witches’ academy, so you could consider her somewhat athletic. But she was also a girly girl, because she went shopping with Penelope a lot. She was also a huge flirt. Whenever she went to the ministry balls, especially the international wizarding ones, she would always find herself with some cute son or young intern in some empty room. She would never whxre around or anything like that, but no one could get mad a few harmless kisses or some quick feel ups could they?

Sample RP:

*the nonbolded speaking parts are her grandfather …

“You have to flick your wrist, Angie, otherwise you won’t get what you want out of the charm.” George told his granddaughter as they stood in his basement. She was going to Beauxbatons in a few days and he was giving a review on the basic charms.

“I thought I was?” she gave a confused look, biting at her lip, trying to remember what she had just done a second ago. It was a charm to make an object disappear in one place and reappear in another. They were using a book. When she first learned it, she could manage to make the sofa vanish and appear, but that was many charms ago… Taking a short breath, she muttered the charm and moved her wrist in what she thought was the right movement. The book inched to the side, but nothing else happened. “What was it again?”

”Move your wrist as if you’re writing the letter L in cursive. “

She nodded and tried it that way. The book did disappear, but it appeared a few feet away from where she was trying to get it to land. “damnit.”

“Language, Angelica.” his voice sounded serious, but she could tell just by glancing over at him he was just kidding. This was why she loved her grandfather. He tried acting serious, but it never really worked out. ”I think that’s enough for today though. I don’t want it landing in the window. Lauren may not find it very amusing.”

“Alright…” Angelica trailed off, putting her wand into her sweatshirt pocket before going over and putting the book back on the bookshelf. “So, are you and Gram going to miss me while I’m gone?” she asked, going over to her grandfather who had just sat down in his leather armchair down there. She just hopped onto the couch sitting Indian style.

“I haven’t decided yet. I mean, we’re going to have a lot more sweets when you leave…” he teased, which made her laugh and look shocked. ”Of course we’re going to miss you Angie. But I think your father is going to be the one to miss you the most…” he answered, shrugging his shoulders as he picked up his forgotten newspaper from earlier. “Go see if Gram needs any help. And if she doesn’t, you should go home and spend some time with your father on his day off…

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” the brunette got up from the position she had put herself in and went and gave her grandfather a weird angled hug. “Byeeeee.” The old man in the room just let out a grunt, already immersed in some article. Rolling her eyes, she head up the stairs and went to go find her grandmother in the kitchen. She really didn’t need any help, having already cleaned the house and was just catching up on a book with a cup of tea. So Angelica headed out, saying one final goodbye before shutting the front door.

Her grandparents lived about a mile away from her house, so since it was a nice day out, she had walked there, and was going to walk back. On her way, she thought to herself what Beauxbatons was going to be like. She was so excited to finally be meeting new people. Sure, she met people all the time from social gatherings from her parents, but it wasn’t the same. People wouldn’t know her as “Jonathan’s little girl” or “Penelope’s Angelica” She would just be Angelica. Or Angie, for the cute guys there. Smirking at the thought of the new group of people she would be meeting. Oh, she was such a girl sometimes. But hey, a person couldn’t blame her for thinking about the new people, especially the boys; she would be meeting in just a few short days. Rounding the corner at the end of the street, she continued on her way, putting her hands into the pocket where she had put her wand.

Sournois!

[outofcontrol]

[shadow=red,left,300]First Name:[/shadow] Nicki
[shadow=red,left,300]Last Name:[/shadow] Mars
[shadow=red,left,300]Age:[/shadow] 16

[glow=red,2,300]Appearance:[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]History: [/glow]

Nicki grew up with her grandparents in England, but really she was a good kid to begin with. Her parents died in a car accident when she was just ten and that threw her off the edge. She had to grow up fast after that but instead she lost control. She always knew she was a witch because she was a pure-blood but she really started using her powers once her parents died.

After the accident she started to get into some bad things. She started to smoke and drink and basically live her life as a party. Her older brother Johnathan tried to get her under control but couldn't. Her family didn't even know who she was anymore and she really didn't act like she cared. When she turned fourteen her grandparents started looking at places that she could be sent to control her magic because she wasn't using it for good. But Nicki refused to go, until she didn't have a choice.

At her sixteenth birthday her brother came over and told her she was going to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic which Nicki laughed at, but soon found it was the truth. She was going to go to a school which she hadn't been going to, and she was getting pulled away from her so called friends, which didn't seem fair.

[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow]

Nicki is a rebel, she will do anything to have some fun. She is your basic out of control kid that really doesn't like the rules and refuses to listen. She is very blunt and tells things how they are weather the will hurt someone or not. She doesn't like to be in huge crowds but yet loves the center of attention and being looked at as the bad girl.

You will probably find her listening to music or by the water. She doesn't trust people very fast at all and she hates people who judge before they get to know her. She can be snotty and kind of rude but once you get to know the real her, she's nice. She's also very cunning and seems to be able to make anything into a big thing. She hardly ever shows her emotions and keeps everything to herself.

[glow=red,2,300]

Sample RP:

[/glow]
"Nichole Elizabeth Mars!"

"I'm coming, calm down!"

Today was the day, Nicki was being sent to the school of magic which at first she had refused to go to. She walked down the stairs with her luggage in a pair of short-shorts and a hoodie with her black nail polish and flip-flops, she did not look ready to go to a school. Her brother sighed and looked at what she was wearing, she looked like she was going there just to cause trouble.

"You're really not going to make this easy on me are you?" He asked in a low voice.
"I don't see why I'm even going to this stupid school anyways, it's stupid." Nicki pulled a cigarette out of her hoodie pocket and lit it up in her grandparents kitchen.
"You need help Nicki, and i don't know what else to do, we have tried everything and the grandparents can't help you anymore, you've been arrested three times in the past year. and almost got locked up." He sighed and looked at his sister and shook his head.
"Yeah, I'm fine though and you're still just sending me away to a stupid school where i don't know anyone and people are going to be different then me, so i don't see why I'm going but let's get out of here." She went to her grandparents and gave them both a hug with her smoke still in one hand and then put it back in her mouth and walked out the front door.

Nicki got into the car and sat there blowing smoke out the window. On there way to the train station she was quiet, she hadn't wanted to talk at all. She was pissed off because of being sent away and she really didn't care what happened anymore to her. When she arrived at the train station she got out of the car and her brother walked her over to the train.

"I guess I'll see you later." She said in a cold voice as she threw her smoke onto the tracks.
"Please don't make me come to get you from security." Her brother gave her a hug and she walked onto the train and went to sit down. She found a compartment alone and sat down, she pulled her hood over her head and pulled her knees to her chest and fell asleep thinking, so much fun ahead very sarcastically.

There is something that is bothering me when it comes to your application and it's hard for me to overlook it... your RP Sample. There is a rule on this site that strictly forbids GMODDING, and you have GMODDED in your RP someone else's thoughts, other than your character. Please change that and afterwards I'm going to sort you.

[interestinglove]

------>>TheGirl

“I want every girl in the world to pick up a guitar and start screaming.”

First Name:
Thomas
Middle Name:
Naomi
Last Name:
King
Age:
sixteen

------>>HerLooks

“style is the image of character”

Appearance:




------>>HerPast

“the past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.”

History:

Thomas King was raised by her three brothers - Cooper, Atticus, and Emerson - her father - Basil, and her mother - Eloise. In a family dominated primarily by boys, she struggled to stay even the least bit feminine in a home full of testosterone - busying herself with fashion, music, and art.

“PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN!”
“But we’re playing catch the baby.”

As a child, she’d often put on fashion shoes, concerts, and poetry readings for her family. She and her brother, Atticus, would put on plays with extravagant costumes and strict rehearsal schedules.

“To be or NOT to be!”
“That’s not your line, Atticus! Do it again!”

The family was very close, never spending more than a few hours apart. That is, however, until Eloise King passed. The family King, as a whole, spiraled into a incurable depression, mourning the death of their mother and wife. It took years for them to regain their wacky and fun-loving composure, but the family pulled through.

“Daddy, I don’t think Mummy would want us to be like this.”
“You’re absolutely right, Tommie. Absolutely right.”

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------>>HerStyle

“I’m proud to be different, it’s the best thing about me.”

Personality:

Thomas is a ball of energy. The youngest child in the King family Quintet, she’s always starving for attention and a new way to do things. She loves dressing wacky, dancing in the middle of crowds and screaming at the top of her lungs like a child. She loves getting odd looks from strangers as she “acts a fool” and often talks to herself.

Party Animal - at a party, she'll steal the show, her outfits will look great and she loves the attention like each party is her own personal runway.
Independent - works hard for what she wants, and is her own person. she takes pride in not needing anyone’s help.
Fashionable - her life passion, she loves looking good and flaunting it.
Flirty - she’s always on the prowl for a new beaux.
Good Sense of Humor - Thomas loves to laugh - even if it’s not funny. Physical humor is her favorite. Something about people tripping really sets her off.



------>>TheSample

“sibling relationships flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.”

Sample RP:

It would seem a girl with a tendency to be obnoxiously loud and unnaturally outspoken, a girl much like Thomas King, would have no trouble making friends. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Apparently, folks don’t appreciate being yelled at or sang to…who knew? So, as she sat alone against the old King Willow, she couldn’t help but glare into the distance, hating how awkward she was.

She growled a bit, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Thomas stayed like this for a while, letting the sun tan her skin more than it already was and embracing the warmth. She escaped to thoughts of a simpler life, when she was a child and her mother would sing with her. It never seemed odd then, but everything changed when Eloise King died. Immediately, her mind changed the subject, not wanting to think of the accident.

She opened her eyes again and leaned forward to pick a flower out of the tall, green grass. She looked at the daisy, smiling, and started pulling out the petals, “He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not?”

“Who loves you, Tommie?” Atticus asked, the three brothers walking towards her, “Got yourself a boyfriend?”

The grey-eyed girl glared playfully at her older sibling, “No, for your information, I don’t.”

“Well, you should getting one.” Cooper said, sitting next to her, “Frankly, you’re starting to annoy us. Right boys?”

The others nodded, causing Thomas to scoff, “Well, frankly, I'm quite alright with being single. Who needs a relationship?" she paused, "How about a deal? I’ll get a boyfriend when you get a girlfriend, Coop. And we all know that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Right boys?” She mocked, in her best Cooper voice.

Atticus and Emerson laughed while Cooper glared. Thomas stood, brushing herself off and smiled down at the oldest boy, “Dad says dinner’s ready.” Emerson stated.

“Come on, Cooper. I’ll race you to the house.” Thomas challenged.

The brown-eyed boy smirked, jumping up and taking off. Thomas laughed, calling after him about how it wasn’t fair, and sprinted after her dark-haired sibling - the other two following.[/center]

Same as above, please make sure to change your RP Sample, GMMODING is strictly forbidden.