Sorting (Term Sixteen)

[sirius]

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Blood: Lycanthrope, Tigarian, Half-Blood
Form: Siberian Tiger
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[/b] Though Melodee grew-up with tons of family members, Mel always tried to things on her own. Whenever she had a problem she faced it without people’s help, which was not a smart thing when it came to certain things like fights. At time some people would say Melodee was just too prideful, which is part of the reason why she was so independent, too ask but the main reason was that she was just too independent. She hates asking for help and whenever she does ask for help, you’ll actually hear her stutter and become very irritable. She also learned this characteristic because of the amount of siblings she had, which was sixteen for only two parents.
*adventurer --- Melodee loves doing daring things. It does not matter what it is or how. She’ll do it. Though her parents, really her Mother, hate that she enjoys doing things like rock climbing and bungee jumping Mel cannot help but enjoy it. It probably is because of the amounts of Uncles she has and the things they do, which actually would be rock climbing and bungee jumping. She loves to do things, which is probably why she will be often found in the forest searching for new things to do. At times it is because of sheer curiosity, but often it will be because she wants to feel her heart pound like crazy.
*creative --- Melodee is quite gifted musically and is very gifted when it comes to drawing. It is a gift she got from her mother. Mel is often seen doodling on anything she can get her hands on, at times it will literally be her hand if she cannot find a piece of parchment. She enjoys being creative since it allows her to show her uniqueness. It is one of the characteristics her mother actually approves of.
*curious --- This is one characteristic that has gotten Mel into a lot of trouble. As a little kid, Mel had a habit of asking the inappropriate questions because she wanted answers, which she ended up getting because her stubborn and persistent personality. It is something that still gets her in trouble, especially when it comes to the forests that surround Sanctuary since she’ll be often found there getting lost just so she can find a new way out.
*stubborn --- As a little kid Melodee learned to never take no as an answer, just like her Father. It was something that often got her into trouble since she did whatever she wanted when she wanted. But also because it would irritate her mother whenever she would tell Mel no and rather then accepting that answer Mel would just continue to ask until Rowena would be driven to insanity. Mel is also very determined when it comes to her projects and assignments, if she tells herself she’ll have it finished by a certain day it will be done by that die sick or not; she would often end up sick because of all-nighters she would pull.
*intelligent --- A characteristic that she got from both parents would be intelligence. She’ll often know the answers from just reading a book and at other times she’ll have to learn hands on. Often Mel picks things up the first time around and if she does not, she’ll drive herself to learn it well. She hates to feel dumb or stupid, especially since all of her siblings have some form of intelligence. Mel is actually found often with a book in hand, since she feels people who read are very smart since that’s where she tends to learn everything from.
*loyal --- Because of her close-knit family, Melodee has learned that loyalty is an important factor in all relationships. Whenever someone betrays Mel, she becomes a very vicious person out for revenge, which is actually pretty hard to do since Mel is very laid-back. Mel tries her best to find people who won’t betray her or her friends, but at times she’ll misjudge and end up feeling horrible for herself and wanting revenge.
*adrenaline-junkie --- Just like her Father and Uncles, Melodee is an adrenaline-junkie. She loves to feel her heart race. She especially loves it when she’s riding her motorcycle at some crazy speed. It is something her mother hated very much, mainly because it was not lady-like. But it was something that Melodee could never give up. It is simply too much of a thrill whenever her heart starts pumping like mad. At time she’ll chase after a car and jump on, just for the thrill, despite the danger of it all.
*smart ass --- This is another thing that tends to get her into trouble. She'll be sarcastic about anything and has some smart ass remark for anyone who gives her one, which she is quite used to with the amount of males she's surrounded by. So really, its a habit that has developed which originally was a defense mechanism.[/ul]
Sample RP:

[/color][/b] Melodee did not bother to wait to see their reaction and instead stormed her way upstairs. Fuming the blonde growled at anyone’s attempt to talk with her. She had a big exam coming up since her school was all year, the wonderful joy of going to an elite private school in Russia. Grumbling a few colorful words, Mel finally reached the study room. Melodee was very grateful for the fact that all of her siblings were on Vacation which meant that they would not be using the room, but when it was a week or two before returning back to school for them they would go crazy trying to do all of their assignments it amused Melodee to see that but that was then. Plopping herself down, Melodee opened her big, fat text book up and began to read. But that did not last long, because a knocking sound came from the window. Rather then looking up, Mel snarled, I’m BUSY! But whatever it was continued to make some more noise. Boy was this becoming an irritable day for Melodee.

Scowling, Mel slammed her text book closed and pushed the rolling chair back. While she got up she began to grumble more colorful words. But once Mel reached the window all she could do was blink in shock. It was not a person who had made the noise, but a bird and not an ordinary bird. It was a beautiful brown and golden barn owl. Without thinking, Melodee immediately opened the window and allowed the bird to soar in. Amazed by its beauty, Mel never noticed the letter that was in the owl’s talon. In fact she never noticed until the bird dropped it into her hands when she tried to pet it. Blinking Mel looked at the letter then the bird. After doing that a few more times, Mel sighed as she realized why the bird had come. Rather then opening the letter immediately, Melodee took some time to examine the interesting parchment, in particular the seal. It was unlike Durmstrang and Hogwarts seal, but it seemed a lot like a school seal then anything else. Once she reached the chair, Mel sat down and slowly opened the letter. As she began to absorb what the letter said, a quiet sigh escaped her. It was a letter for a school. Melodee had declined a few letters for various magical schools, unlike some of her siblings.

Looking away from the letter, Mel looked at the bird and said, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic… She was actually quite uncertain whether or not to go, especially since it meant leaving her family; the people who were able to put up with her and the people who did everything for her, despite her recent anger towards them. Sighing quietly, Mel walked toward the door. Before opening it, Mel asked, Want a treat or some water birdie? A smile appeared on her face as the owl flew over and perched on Melodee’s shoulder. As she exited the room, Mel sighed once again. She began walking down the steps of Sanctuary as she began debating whether or not to go. Mel knew that she should go, especially since she had unexplainable moments at Karrington Academy for the Gifted. But Mel did not want to leave her family, she felt that she just couldn’t. Sighing, yet again, Melodee muttered to herself, Oh good god is life getting a lot more difficult… This time Mel was just too busy with her situation to talk to the various people who were on the steps of Sanctuary and Melodee was beginning to wonder if anyone had to deal with what she felt. If they had, then Mel knew her decision would become easier, if not then it would be that much harder; especially since she had been the only one to reject going off to a magical school to begin with.[/ul][/size]

I think that you'll do well in Cossu!

[mylamenier]

myla dasia montero-meniér

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<sup>.STATS
full name Myla Dasia Montero-Meniér.
nicknames myes, my, mimi, and lala.
age Seventeen.
birthdate Sixteenth July, 1993.
birthplace Queensland, Australia.
ethnicity Spanish, Indian, and Australian. (she speaks Portuguese and English).
blood Mermaid and half-blood.
height 5 foot 6 inches.
weight 120 pounds.
build strong and lithe.
.HISTORY
name Amelia Montero
age forty-one
relationship mother

"Oh my darling Myla! She's such a little trooper. Her father walked out on us when she was only twelve years old, can you believe that? Oh, i can believe it all right, what do you expect of men! They're a sorry side of humanity, and good riddance to the lot of them. I've instilled a real sensibility in my daughter, I'm proud to say. She's no vapid harlot, no daughter of mine! She'll never let a man screw her over the way her father did me. I'm telling you, you can never trust an man. That was my mistake. Anyhow, yes yes, Myla is headstrong, and I'm proud of her for it. She's not one for showing weakness, and why should she be, after all she's been through? Perhaps she does think it's herself against the world in a one-on-one battle, but nevermind, she'll grow out of it. "
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It wasn't very long 'till after Myla's birth, that her parents knew she inherited some of the magic of mermaid's blood. Myla's father, Tomas Meniér, was a very wealthy man from Spain, and was also a wizard. He met Myla's mother, Amelia Montero, near the beach-front of Queensland, Australia. Amelia was a mermaid, who can transform into a human anytime she pleased, and the timing then, was right. That the moment Tomas and Amelia set eyes on each other, it was like love at first sight. But Amelia was no good and had no heart. Her mind was made up, from her first marriage, that men were no good heart-breakers, and for better use of their money. Amelia's first marriage was with a wizard named, Jeremiah Dane, and they both had a son, Anthony. Jeremiah was very wealthy and used to gift Amelia the finest of presents. But he was also a very nasty man with a heart less than Amelia's. He used to blame her for stealing his money, and blamed her for cheating on him every day. Amelia knew love shouldn't be like this, and soon found herself doing exactly what Jeremiah blamed her for doing. So she stole mounts of his money and moved away from Queensland, to Byron Bay, for two years, with her son Anthony. She never heard from Jeremiah, since, because Amelia never told him that she was a mermaid, and that their son was part mermaid.

Now after two years, in 1992, Amelia met a man named Tomas Meniér, back in Queensland. He also was a wealthy wizard, and was from Marseilles, France. Amelia had the gift of beauty and attractiveness, which most mermaid/mermen would have, and even told Tomas about her mermaid-blood, which didn't shock him at all. So as soon as Tomas laid his eyes on the human form of Amelia, he was in love, just like Jeremiah was. Amelia wasn't stupid at all, and knew Tomas is a very wealthy man. So she married him and like her former husband, Tomas showered Amelia with the finest gifts. On July 16, 1993, Amelia bore a baby girl, and named her Myla Dasia Meniér. She was very precious, and glowed like a mermaid, and as well as inherited wizarding blood from her father. As a child, Myla was very witty and knew how to be loyal and honest, mostly from spending time with her father learning how to paint, do magic and play footy (football aka soccer). And Myla was very much into painting and art, that it was her hobby to find any blank canvas and paint all day, which was her muse and inspiration for life. Then when growing up, Myla discovered her mermaid blood was beginning to develop, and soon her mother took over Myla's learning, and started to teach her more about being a mermaid, than letting her father teach her about magic. Myla and her brother, Anthony, reckoned their mum's cunning behaviour towards their father, and knew something was suspicious about their parents relationship. Growing up, her and her brother, found out how conniving and greedy their mum was for money and fortune, and how she was stealing money from their father, her husband. And you may think, how can she steal money from her own husband? Well, Myla's mum got a hold of the key to a separate vault filled with galleons that Tomas saved for the family in times of crisis. And he didn't know she was taking most of the galleons and spending it on her own fortune and needs. So to save his own fortune and to save his own job, Tomas divorced Amelia and her heart was broken yet again. He still very much loved her, but that was only because of her attractiveness, not because of the chemistry they should have had.

Myla's mum then taught her that she can easily make a man fall in love with her, and can easily take his money at the same time. Then as a teen, after her parent's divorced, Myla was rarely on dry land, and spent most of her time in the waters learning the special magical powers of her mermaid-blood. When she would spend time on dry land, she would go out with her wizarding friends and drink and smoke, and go to outdoor music festivals. Her mum didn't mind so much, but still wasn't aware of the drinking and smoking that was going on, and never did find out about it. Myla also took in the smartness like her mum's, and hung out around the rich wizards and witches, soon seducing the young and rich wizards. She used her mermaid abilities to attract guys she seemed to have found alluring, and seduced them, then took them in as her boyfriends. Very much like her mum did, Myla would take in all of the gifts and money should would get and ask for, from her rich boyfriends, and either use the money for the family, or for her own like. Never once did Myla fall in love. But things got serious when Myla went on a two month road trip for her seventeenth birthday, with her friends and brother, Anthony, to see outdoor music festivals, have fun, and start on her paintings for an art gallery. She knew there would be a lot of guys that would seem pleasurable to her eyes. And there was one, his name: Lennon Marstrand. Around Australia, and the wizarding towns their, Lennon was known as the big man, and the italian boyo from the Marstrand family. He was born to fame, his father being from a mob and owning casino business for witches and wizards. And Myla fell in love. During a concert of her favorite band, Arctic Monkeys, she met Lennon who was not too far from being drunk. Of course she was worried about him, and she wasn't as ruthless as her mother. So Myla took Lennon into her hotel room and fed him and gave him water. She was very attracted to Lennon and knew about his family, and how rich he was. Myla, though, was a bit different from her mum. She knew where her boundaries were, and had a heart. Or, it could also be the fact that Lennon captured her eyes, that she could not dare break his heart.

After that night, Myla and Lennon started to get to know each other better, and she knew right away he was the one. Myla told him about her, and about how she's part mermaid and witch, and he shared stories about himself in return. It was almost a perfect love story. After Myla dated Lennon for a month, she was exposed to all the riches that the Marstrand family has, and her greediness kicked in. After a night out, Myla planned to charm Lennon using a love potion and try to get him to sleep with her. It worked, and then Myla used a spell on Lennon, to get him to tell her where the key to his vault of galleons were. Myla got the key, but the spell wore off too quickly and Lennon caught her getting galleons after galleons of money from his vault. He was sickened and in love with a woman who was tricky and greedy. Lennon then put up an arousing argument with Myla telling her how she's such a b*tch, skank, and cunning, greedy and just a horrible person in all, and that he was going to leave her and Queensland forever, so that he can lose all ties he had with her. Myla had no words for him, except for sorry, but that didn't work. She knew she had used him, but she still loved him, and regret everything she had done when they were dating. Inside, she was mad at her mum for teaching her these evil ways to use men, and not for the right ways she should have. Now, she lost Lennon and didn't want to go back to her mum's house. Instead, she asked her brother, Anthony, to go with her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, so that she can focus on magic and more on her art, instead of what had recently broken her heart. Now she's here at Beauxbatons, and without a lover, but still with the same cunning heart, but hopeless forever.
.PERSONALITY
Myla is very artistic, and loves to paint, draw, and sketch. It was her muse and inspiration for life and such, just from one spec of her imagination, and she would have to draw or paint it out. Her father had gotten her started on this and every time she paints or draws, it reminds her of him. And any blank canvas Myla would see, is where she would paint or draw, just to fill up that empty space, and to satisfy herself, instead of looking at the same old dreary blank wall or page. That's how her imagination is her strong point, and she's very free-spirited because of that. She loves to live life to the fullest, and will do anything to have fun. Nothing would stop her from going overboard with things in her life, and doing what she wants. She also likes to go overboard, with not only her art, but her sensuality with men. She's very sensual towards men and tries to get them to like her, which is a part of a mermaid's appearance or attractiveness. But not all mermaids are like this, nor not all of them are cunning or mean. Not that Myla is mean, she is just very good at getting what she wants, and would do anything to get what she wants. Specially with men, and getting gifts and money from them. She still has that trait and habit inside of her, but nowadays, due to Myla's heart getting broken from Lennon and what he said to her, Myla is very careful when it comes to love. But still, she has this thing inside of her, which loves to be with guys and be an ample flirt towards them. It's almost like something she can't resist doing when in front of a guy she seems to be attracted to.

She's most closest to her brother, Anthony, who's also here in Beauxbatons. And unlike their mum, Anthony is not so liberal with Myla's freedom, and usually is like the 'big' brother he should be. So Myla is pretty much nice and respectful to Anthony, rather than being annoyed or mean to her step-brother. And he knows about Myla's personality when it comes to romance, and that it's not that hard for her to fall in love, and doesn't take much for her to even get married. So he's actually the person who's trying to keep her grounded here at Beauxbatons. When meeting new people Myla is very outgoing, but can come off as either indecisive or with sarcasm, which seems to confuse people a lot. She loves to make a first impression, and can sometimes not come out as she meant, so her words can be vague and she can really actually put a mark on remembering her. Myla's always on the move and very affectionate towards meeting new people, but her sarcasm can sometimes get in the way of her being affectionate, and people can take her the wrong way, but when that happens she doesn't care and has fun with the situation.

Overall Myla is: free spirited, cunning, conceited, affectionate, overboard, wild, artistic, imaginative, indecisive, sarcastic, sensual, and just a weird little mermaid.
.ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE
if there was one thing Beauxbatons in the summer could offer that nowhere in the world could, it would be the sense of completion when you are there all by yourself with nothing but the beauty of the historic building, and it's surrounding. Though, Myla, wasn't at all alone. There were the plethora of students and staff, and her very loving, and overly protective brother, Anthony. He's like a medieval citadel that once guarded over the capital city of ancient Greece; which is Myla. Because of what Myla had been through before with guys and rubbish, her brother knows very well about the wrangle she can get in with guys, and tries to preclude them from Myla, so she can be sane. But love always and always will make her crazy, and way where she could abandon herself from frugal ways, and can always remain with lux and glut. Though, there isn't any permanent say that her brother can keep her grounded like that for long, she was still on the look out for Lennon. Somehow.

her voice cracked as she stuffed down two spoonful of cereal and a cup of milk, and said 'thank you' to the kitchen elf. There was still a bountiful of food left for lunch and dinner, which Myla couldn't wait to flood her stomach up with. Specially with spicy chipotle chicken, her favourite. Myla's not the one who would give up some really good food, and definitely not when it comes to spicy chipotle chicken. Taking in the sweet and strong aroma of the cooked food in the kitchen, Myla took a sudden step back, when the kitchen elf veered away briskly to the stove, which was filled with smoke due to the food cooking too long. Myla turned around and walked out the door with the rest of her glass of milk, and two biscuits. Myla knew how to treat her stomach when it came to food. And that was to fill it up as much as possible.

longing for a day of excitement, and new adventures, Myla set off out into the corridors, which was filled with students. Some so oblivious, optimistic, and horrified at the thought of starting anew at Beauxbatons. Myla, though, was a lazy bum, and didn't even unpack her things nor sought to find Anthony. She just wanted to carelessly walk around, oblivious to the whereabouts she would encounter. Out the door she went and sought a wild field, called The Castle Grounds. It was really a beautiful thing, and widespread, and free. Just the way Myla wanted it. Without boundaries. The perfect thing she saw was the lake. It was beautiful and mystical. So bright, it illuminated the fields around her, due to the sparkles the sun caused it. But there was a distant figure Myla couldn't make out, that was clearly facing her way. It was a square and buff body-like structure, it's eyes was clearly staring her way, and his body was oblique in her direction, as if wanting to walk towards her but stopping midway. Myla wasn't wary of what or where she was going, so she walked closer and closer to the person, until he came into view. It looked and reminded her of Lennon, but the guy turned around and started to skate away on his rather fast skateboard. Myla stretched out her right arm, wanting him to halt, and her mouth hung open in an 'O' formation, as if ready to shout 'Wait!'. But she didn't want to make a bloody fool of herself, around a bloke. Though, he skated away briskly, as if wanting to get away fast from Myla. It was surely suspicious, and made Myla wonder more.

o.o.c. --- sorry for this rubbish >< i hope its okay =)</sup>

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Hmmm... you'll be a brilliant Cossu!

[december]

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Sample RP:

[/color][/b] Slowly he opened his blue-grey eyes and opened the glass doors that lead to the grassy slopes known as “the Hills”. He had often hanged out there with a bunch of his friends laughing and goofing around. A faint smile appeared on his face as he began recalling the days when he and his friends would just lay there and chat. Sometimes, depending on who he was with, a grass fight would begin and they would end up in laughter. And now those days would just be memories, sure he could come back to relive them but would his friends still be at Troy? Probably not, especially since they only had one year left but for Carmeno he already knew he had seven years to go before graduating at Beauxbatons. A groan escaped him as he plopped down on one of the benches near the gigantic oak tree, The things I do for Mum… After what felt like forever, really was only five minutes or so, Car got up and continued to walk around campus.

Not that many students were around because it was Vacation, but the few that were waved to Car and he waved back. Carmeno had been well known around campus for being that intelligent guy who usually knew the answers and was, sometimes, willing to tutor. He was also well known for his musical abilities, something he knew the Drama teacher, Mr. Russo, would miss especially since there was to be a musical coming up after vacation. Laughter escaped the brunette boy as he began to think about the amount of pestering he would have received had he stayed. But in the end he would have joined and ended up doing something for the production, all because of Alicia and Mika, two girls who were good friends of Carmeno. Smiling faintly Car continued to walk around until he came up to the dance hall. Smiling a little more, he slowly opened the wooden-glass door and entered the empty studio. He had often come into the dance hall because of his friends and now he could not do that any more, unless their shows were during vacation and they never were. Carmeno was a boy who rarely showed negative emotions, but his heart began to ache. He realized that all of his years at Troy, which had been since seventh grade, would be no more. This would be his equivalent to graduating except he would not be receiving his diploma. Instead he was being given an acceptance letter to some magical school in France.

Carmeno almost immediately turned around and left. But before he did, he muttered, Too bad Leeshy and Mika aren’t here. He knew the two would have teased and tortured him about being sad about leaving, but then again the two ended up getting so mad at him that they wouldn’t speak to him for weeks. It was sort of amusing to Car that they reacted that way, but he knew why they did that. The three of them had been best friends since orientation, especially after Leeshy spilt her milk shake on Car’s shirt. It had been an amusing and memorable meeting, something he always teased Alicia about. Now he would not be able, unless he came on vacation. As he continued to walk a small scowl appeared on Carmeno’s face. He honestly did not want to leave Troy, but he knew he had to. He already knew the hell his siblings were getting, he had heard from each of them complaining and begging for him to return. Shaking his head, the scowl disappeared as he chided himself, You’re doing this for them, life does not need to be hellish for them. At least now you can go home Car and see everyone. Carmeno rarely complained about things, but he would fight about things. And one of the things he ended up fighting about was whether or not he would go off to a magical school with his father and his father had been the victor. Today was to be his last day at Troy Academy for the Gifted. Boy was that idea depressing the hell out of Carmeno.[/ul]

; sorry for the horribleness of it!

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Nor Sournois nor Rouerie will help you achieve your goals, I'm positive that Cossu will!

[cherry]

SUCKED INTO THIS WORLD
AGAIN, CAN I CHERISH ANYTHING I GIVE?
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ANTHONE KALEB KARVER !
OH WE RUN, ROUND AND ROUND, STRAIGHT UP AND DOWN

IT TAKES 42 MUSCLES TO SMILE
INSTEAD PICK UP YOUR MIDDLE
FINGER AND SAY “BITE ME”.

THIS IS IN YOUR BLOOD, YOU
MUST CUP YOUR HANDS, TO FILL IT UP
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FULL NAME: Anthone Kaleb Mortis Nott Karver
NICKNAMES: Tony, Thorn, Tone, Kal, Karver, Kar.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: Forever Eighteen (350), October 5th
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
YEAR / OCCUPATION: Student, First Year
BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood, Vampire, Dhampir.

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE ME
GROWS, LITTLE HIDDEN WORLD WHERE
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OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Anthone Kaleb Karver, so many words can be used to describe his personality. But overall, Tony is a lonesome guy who tries to not get attached to people since he hates to get hurt and he knows immortality is a b**ch when it comes to friendships and relationships. But the few friends he does have, he is truly loyal to and is very protective. He does everything in his power to keep them safe and if they ever get in harm, he defends and protects them. Tony also tries to not give his trust and heart easily to people, because of the people he was surrounded by as a child. He had been surrounded by people who were well-known for being deceitful people who only did things that helped them and only them. But also those people were always cocky and prideful. They also had a wonderful belief that only pure-bloods and true vampires were the best, if you were anything else you were equivalent to scum in their eyes. All that made Tony become a very open-minded and accepting guy. It also made him become quite opinionated and a bit of a fighter. But also it made him very sarcastic and someone who easily mocked people who believed in such things. It has made him a very bitter and caustic person that almost seems like he shouldn’t even be touched with a twelve foot pole, if he chooses not to open up to you.

Something not that many people know is that Anthone loves to sing and play his instruments. Whatever it may be, if he likes it enough he’ll learn how to play and enjoy it and if he has difficulty learning how to play it he’ll put all of his energy into trying. Tony is someone who does not give up, especially if he feels it is worth his time and people also go into this department. Another thing Tony loves to do is paint and draw. In his free time he’ll doodle anything he sees or whatever he feels inspires him. Anthone loves and appreciates culture and art. Whatever it may be, you’ll see Tony smiling and talking about its history. You would also see an absolutely different side of Tony, one that many people feel that never existed. It is one of wonder, curiosity and amazement. That is the side art, culture, and history brings out in Anthone. Books are also in this department, odd as that may sound. Tony really enjoys things that make him think and things that people created in general.

If Tony ever does open to you, which is really hard to do, you’ll see the side of wonder and curiosity in him. But you’ll also see a side that is very intelligent and sweet. Anthone is a big gentleman and still is toward the ladies, in fact he rarely ever gets mad at them unless he feels that they are abusing their body in some way or letting themselves become fools like some of the vampires say. Tony also would show his philosophical side and would always be willing to listen and offer a shoulder to cry on. If he knows you’re sick he’ll force you to stay in bed and will make you some soup, which is actually pretty good after all he has existed for over three hundred years. Basically he would be a compassionate and sweet guy, someone a lot of people thought that never existed in Anthone. Tony actually does have a conscious, despite his harsh and caustic words he gives to many people. Whenever he sees someone cry because of them, his heart breaks. However his face stays neutral and calm. It is a skill he has attained over time, one that he is very grateful for because he already knows that he has to protect himself more then most people because of certain people’s belief and standards. There are so many more layers to Anthone, but you can’t be told everything all at once and some things are always better off known later on.

AROUND MYSELF I SPIN, NEVER
JUDGING HOW MY LIFE’S BEEN LIVED NOW
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FATHER:

Kristopher Shaun Nott – 550 – Vampire – Works for Ministry

MOTHER:

Vespera Eris Mortis – Deceased – Muggle-Born – Healer

SIBLINGS:

As far as Anthone knows he has no siblings, but he figures his father has spawned a few more kids some where in his long life.

OTHER FAMILY:

Several Uncles and Aunts and Cousins

HISTORY:

When Kristopher Nott was young, or was considered young in Vampire terms, he met a beautiful young woman. Her name was Vespera Mortis and she enchanted Kristopher. She seemed to be the only one who ignored him and his charm. No matter what Kris did, Vespera ignored him. Vespera kept on ignoring him until she was simply unable to handle him and that was when she finally accepted to go on one date. Kristopher pride almost instantly healed, but at the same time was still wounded. It had taken a lot just to get Vespera to agree to go on one measly date with him. That eventually lead to a baby Dhampir in Kristopher’s life. Vespera wanted nothing to do with that child, especially since she had no clue about Kristopher fanged and blood-sucking background. So that ended up placing Anthone Kaleb Nott into a gigantic mansion with “freedom”.

As Tony grew up he began to hate the upper-class society and their cliques more and more. Perhaps it was because Tony knew he was not really meant to be there, especially since he was only “HALF Vampire and only HALF of a Wizard” that the rest of them were. Though he was technically a half-blood, because his mother was a Muggle-Born and his father was a Pure-blood, he never went to an academy of some sort. In fact he was taught at home instead. Anthone felt that it was Kristopher’s way of keeping the him caged and away from society, after all Dhampirs were looked down upon and seen as a black spot on perfect records. But it was actually Kristopher protecting him from those types of things; unfortunately Anthone was simply unable to believe him which led to many arguments. The moment his father changed him to a full-fledged vampire, which was at age eighteen, Anthone decided to leave which was when he had decided to change his name from Anthone Kaleb Nott to Anthone Kaleb Karver. He was sick of being considered the “dark secret” in the closet everyone knew about, which was not the truth but that was how Anthone had felt all along especially since his own Mother who went through the pain of giving birth to him did not want him.

So Tony began to travel around the world, never staying in one place for long. In fact the Anthone decided that the longest he would ever stay at one place was to be ten years. Anthone never had to worry about money because of his father and so he Tony lead a life of freedom and luxury until recently. He gradually became sick of it all. He wanted change, no not a change of place but more a change of pace. He was sick of doing the same thing again and again at different places. After a few times of doing the whole entire travel, live there for ten years, and move Anthone decides to find a magical school to go to since he had never been to one. After much look, Tony decides on Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. After a letter is sent to the Head Mistress, Olympe Maxime, and a response was given back to him about his acceptance. Anthone packed up his belongings in London, England, one of his more recent locations, and left for the castle.

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AND NOW I CALL YOU OUT, MY
FRIEND, YOU BETTER GET IT BACK BEFORE
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: [/size]
Groaning quietly, Tony buried his head some more underneath his soft, plush blankets as he heard his alarm clock go off. Being only half a sleep, Tony grabbed his pillow and put it over his ears as he attempted to silence the irritating buzzing. But it barely did anything. Groaning some more, the messy blonde hair boy threw the pillow at the alarm clock, which did nothing other then drop it onto the wood floor and that just made it louder. A quiet and pained whimper escaped him as grumbled, I just want to sleep…that’s all… Is that so hard to do nowadays?! Throwing the blanket over his head some more, the alarm began to be quiet. Perhaps it was because it was five minutes already, usually when it stopped ringing. Or perhaps it was because Anthone’s throw had been with enough force. But would a pillow honestly break something like an alarm clock? Anthone did not really care at the moment and he knew he would find out if the evil thing was broken or not in five minutes.

Five minutes past and off it went. This time it was different though. Tony got up, finally. Though he still was tired, Anthone knew that the evil little piece of technology would not let him sleep. Sighing quietly he walked over to his bathroom muttering, I knew there was a reason why I bought that damn thing… It did its work. Horrible as it was, for him, it worked and Tony knew that he needed the thing to work on specific dates. Dates such as training days and days when he would be going off to some school, which unfortunately was today but so far it had yet to cross his mind. As he began to brush his teeth, the thought began to flash off in his head in bright neon colors. Normally he would of groaned and grumbled colorful words, but at the moment he had tooth paste in his mouth and he already knew how tooth paste tasted and it was not delicious and he did not want it to be the first thing to be in his stomach. After quickly brushing his teeth and washing his face, he ran out of his bathroom and back into his room. Grabbing suitcases, Tony put them near the bed and began rushed out of his room into the kitchen. Luckily Anthone lived alone in a decent-sized two bedroom apartment, one was his study and one was his bed room.

After Tony grabbed a bag of blood from the fridge, he popped it into his mouth and walked back to his room. As he began to drain the red, nutritious liquid he thought about the things he would need. Clothes were implied, but what kind? He was somewhat familiar with France’s weather, but he still was very uncertain. He already knew that he wouldn’t be able to talk his laptop, unfortunately, or his iPod, or even his electric guitar. But luckily he would be able to take his acoustic guitar. Had Anthone not been able to take his acoustic he would of not gone off to that school. It was an unexplainable reason, but Tony needed his music to survive and singing was not enough. No he needed something in his hands to play while singing. Only then was his musical thirst sated. The moment Anthone finished the pouch he threw it away and began to pack the clothes that he knew was absolutely necessary. Slowly Tony’s suitcase became filled with all the necessary things.

Walking over into his study, Anthone grabbed the letter and reread it. As he looked at the necessary items, he sighed quietly to himself as he realized he had missed one thing. The mandatory pet. Tony did not really enjoy having a pet, especially since he would always out live the poor thing and he would of developed some form of an attachment to it. Folding the parchment back up and putting it into his back pocket, Tony grabbed some of books and began to put it into another suitcase as he thought of what animal to buy. After he filled that suitcase up, he sighed. He still was undecided on what pet to get. He had always wanted a wolf but that would be probably too frightening for some people and he would have enough problems with him being a Dhampir before. Perhaps an owl? But the school would already have some so that made it pointless. He continued to mentally list animals that he had ever wanted and possible reasons why or why not to get it. After some time, Tony decided on getting an Artic Wolf. It seemed to be the only one that he had truly ever wanted and the list had said ANY pet. So it seemed to him that the only thing there was to do was get an Artic Wolf.[/size]

Hmmm... complex personality, but I'm thinking Cossu!

[emma1031]

First Name: Alice
Last Name: Petit
Age: 18
Appearance:

History: Alice was born into a french pure-blood family named Petit. Her parents were John and Adina Petit. When Alice was about 5 years old her parents were killed in a raid on their home by dark wizards. They hid Alice underneath the floorboards in their bedroom. After seeing her parents killed from beneath the floor she was rescued by Aurors and sent to her Aunt Marie and Uncle Claude's home. There she lived a happy life until death once again struck and carried away her uncle. Years passed and Alice showed no signs of being magical until the eve of her eighteenth birthday. She and her aunt were sitting in the living room giggling and sharing secrets and waiting for the clock to strike twelve signaling her eighteenth birthday when suddenly it struck twelve and there was a great light that shone around Alice and she lifted into the air and zoomed round the room. The next day she received a letter from Beauxbaton's. Alice can't wait to begin her schooling and become a full fledged witch.


Personality: Alice is anything but shy. She's a huge flirt and loves being around the boys. She can sometimes be seen as a sl*t, but she thinks that is just because everyone is jealous. She is not only beautiful, but intelligent and extremely witty. she can either be your best friend or worst enemy. Don't double cross her because she has a nasty temper. She can also be insanely jealous when it comes to boys so watch out. She can't stand when boys don't pay attention to her. It drives her absolutely mad. There is a softer side to her. She is kind and gentle and always sticks up for others. She is fiercely loyal and giving. She will help out anyone. She's not into popularity although she is pretty popular. But she thinks just because she is popular doesn't mean you should ignore people who aren't. When Alice is tired she is extremely cranky so its best not to mess with her in the mornings. She is a hopeless romantic she is just waiting for her prince charming to come and sweep her off her feet. She doesn't usually read or do her homework. She is a lazy person and procrastinates a lot of the time. She sometimes wishes that she could have met her parents. She can a bit of a contradiction she makes herself known and loves the attention, but then again she hates it. She loves boys, but when they don't become who she wants them to be she dumps them. She is just sort of a confused girl who won't be satisfied with anything less than perfection and Mr. Right


Sample RP: Alice walked down the hall steps and out into the courtyard. It was such a beautiful day. She paused for a moment letting her sun soak in the fresh rays of light. She could feel her skin warming as she stared up into the beautiful blue sky. She was wearing a lacy white and cream see through blouse over a white cammy, tight jeans and a pair of cream heels. She put her head back down and walked through the courtyard out into the grassy front lawn. She walked into a fairly soft looking spot and just threw herself down. She rolled around for a second and decided this was definitely the spot. She sat back up and took of her heels....rolled up her pants to knee high and pulled off her lace blouse, pulled her cammy up to her stomach and pulled its straps down. She lay back down hoping to catch some of the suns golden rays and tan.

Alice started thinking about everything that had happened since she had arrived. About all the cute boys she had flirted with and all the friends she had made. People just seemed to be drawn to her and she didn't understand exactly why. Alice thought maybe it was because she was such a flirt that the boys just wanted her and the girls wanted to take some of that attention she was getting. Well whatever it was she didn't care she just knew that she wanted one guy and one guy alone. He was beautiful. He was tall about 6'3, swimmers build, with brown hair in an emo hair cut with blue eyes. He had the cutest smile ever and the way his nose crinkled when he smiled and laughed just made her melt. His name was Blake. She had to be careful though she knew what happened when she let people get too close. She knew what happened when she let a boy get the best of her. His name was Sean and he had broken her heart. Lets not dwell on that she thought. She started to think more about Blake and how cute they would be together....and as she did the sun began to make her sleepy and she drifted off into slumber where she dreamed of Blake and she was over the moon.



All done and fixed! <3

It must be Sournois!

[eirik h. sørensen]

first name: andrew
nickname: drew
middle name: bjørn
last name: maclean
age | birthday: sixteen years old | march 17th, 1994
appearance:
with mussed chocolate brown curly waves, deep brown eyes, bow-shaped lips, and a strong nose, drew is very cute. he's a low maintenance kind of handsome, but still very attractive. he stands at 5'11 and a half", with a semi muscular build. play by: adam brody.

random info:

drew's favourite bands are modest mouse, red hot chili peppers, and the kinks (he prefers muggle music). he's allergic to walnuts and his favourite colour is green. he likes low maintenance girls, walking as a mode of transportation, and genuinity. his room is dark navy and decorated with album posters. he is one quarter veela, and a wizard.

history:

drew was born on march 17th, 1994, in haywards heath, england, united kingdom, to his english father, james oliver maclean, and danish mother, hanna anitha nørgaard. he has two other brothers, charles håken maclean, 19, and nathaniel lavrs maclean, 21. nathaniel, or nate, is protective and easy-going. he gets along with both charlie and drew and doesn't like arguing or fighting. he is fiercely loyal to his family and would do anything to protect them. while nate and drew generally get along, drew secretly sometimes finds nate to be a bit patronizing in the way he is always trying to look out for drew and charlie. charlie is a bit more pugnacious than nate is, and he especially likes to pick on drew. these two have a more tumultuous relationship than drew and nate. while they bicker all the time, charlie still cares a lot about drew, loyalty being an especially strong family value of theirs. james is the patriarch of the family, and often tries to stop any arguing happening. they are a family of three boys, after all, and even if they try to get along there are bound to be arguments over personal space, girls, and masculinity. hanna is the only woman, and she is deeply and highly respected in their family. she is delicate and beautiful, and gives the boys their danish blood. she is half-veela, while james is a wizard. because hanna is part veela, the boys are all rather attractive, even though charlie is the most flirtatious of them all. nate is more the type to settle down, and drew is the boy next door type. because of their mixed heritage, the macleans speak english and danish, and the boys also speak french from learning the language in school.

james and hanna met when james was doing a semester abroad in copenhagen, denmark. she worked part-time as an assistant to one of the professor's on campus, and he kept seeing her when he would take long walks. james was immediately taken with her (hello, veela appeal). still, she was somewhat hard to get. but, soon he wasn't alone on his long walks. however, he had to go back to cambridge to finish school. he and hanna kept in touch, but both agreed to remain solely friends, as a relationship spanning a few countries especially at that stage in their lives would be difficult. occasionally, they would visit one another until their trips became much more frequent. eventually, james moved to copenhagen for several months. it was then that he and hanna rekindled their relationship and after some months and a fair amount of family visits, james proposed. hanna, of course, said yes. they married in copenhagen on april 8th, 1988, and hanna anitha nørgaard became hanna anitha maclean. they were very much in love and incredibly happy.

however, james had a job waiting for him back in london, and hanna agreed that moving to england was necessary. they moved to haywards heath, a subabout a year and a half after their wedding, on october 22nd, 1989, nathaniel lavrs maclean was born, now known as nate. hanna wanted all their children to have danish middle names. later on, charles håken maclean, now charlie, was born on december 3rd, 1991. after a little bit longer, andrew bjørn maclean, drew, was born. the family lived happily just outside of london, and drew, nate, and charlie attended public school in london, being of the upper class.

as children, nate, charlie, and drew loved to play together, inventing games where they were the heroes, the conquerors, and the explorers. nate was very much the leader and the organizer, as well as the one who made sure they were home before dark. charlie was much more mischievous, often trying to trick naïve, younger drew. charlie liked danger. drew has a four inch scar running down his left forearm from their games as a child. drew was a sweet young boy, who liked everything to end rightly and have nice endings. he fancied himself a hero in all of their games. being very amiable in general, drew was friendly with not only boys but girls as a child. he is a great listener, as well. however, because of charlie's incessant baiting of him as a child, drew can get pretty defensive quite quickly, and tends to back away from those who are too daredevilish for his liking.

when drew was eight, charlie was eleven, and nate was thirteen, james was transferred to copenhagen, ironically hanna's hometown. the family then moved to denmark, settling into their new life relatively quickly because of their familiarity with the city. the boys were all enrolled in new public school there. it was a hard adjustment for nate, being the eldest and a teenager already at that point, and for charlie, who was naturally rebellious. drew was quietly sad about leaving haywards heath, his birthplace, but still was excited to live in copenhagen, a place he loved from their multiple visits.

being easy-going and friendly, drew quickly made many friends, both muggle and magical. however, hanna and james thought that drew's magical capability was being hindered by too much immersion into muggle society. with his agreement, as drew likes trying new things, he was sent off to beauxbatons academy of magic.

personality:

drew is a pretty adorable dude, very boyish with a cute smile and a likable demeanor. he tends to make people feel relaxed and at ease, one of the reasons he is a great listener. people open up to him because he is very approachable and easeful. drew basically has an awesome vibe. he moves through life with a positive outlook, and enjoys simple pleasures, although he knows that if his life had been difficult growing up he would not be the same person he is today. given a lot of freedom growing up, as well as a loving, not oppressive environment, he is very much true to himself, and doesn't like those who are fake. he sees no reason to pretend to be someone that one is not.

still, he can have his bouts of insecurity. drew is a teenager, a sixteen year old boy who is in interested in girls, yet his openness and pleasantness towards others attracts girls to him in friendly ways. he sometimes gets frustrated with his platonic relationships, as girls often see him as a nice guy who is a good friend, rather than someone of dating potential. because of this, drew is definitely pretty awkward around the girls he does like and thinks like him, because he's not used to that kind of attention. when he's anxious around a crush, he rambles a lot. also, when younger, drew was made fun of by bullies sometimes because of his tendency to not be very pugnacious at all. their favourite thing to pick on him about was his accent, a mixture of british and danish. ironically, his unique accent is something that girls are attracted to.

he hates drama. just like he doesn't understand people's needs to be something they are not, he doesn't get those who stir up drama and confusion for fun either. drew likes to separate himself from those who are embroiled in scandal or whatnot. he prefers hanging out with people who are straightforward about who they are, and tends to engage in simpler relationships. not to say that his relationships and friendships aren't complex or involved, but that they are not muddled up with mixed signals or playing hard to get. drew doesn't like when people make things unnecessarily complicated, although if he really likes someone, he will do almost anything to get them.

drew is very smart, both book-smart and street-smart. he has great people skills in that he makes people feel at ease when they are around him, adding to his likability and how people tend to open up to him. his intelligence isn't something he takes for granted; he works when he has to, although he prefers to play. when drew was growing up, his father tried to teach the boys the importance of hard work, a lesson that rubbed off on drew. still, he'd much rather just hang out rather than study, but knows that sometimes he must work.

at the same time, he can sometimes be opaque to others, and can be obtuse in the sense that he doesn't take hints very well. while he does listen well, and normally gives good advice, if someone is trying to get him to pick up on something non verbally, they won't have much luck. this ties in to how he doesn't like drama or complications, because he'd much prefer that if someone had something to say to him, they wouldn't mess around and try to have him guess at it or muddle up their speech. this is a bit hypocritical, because he himself gets awkward around crushes and the like. at the same time, he can be perceptive to general vibes, just not specific messages.

drew also tends to rush things. he always wants to fix problems or find solutions and in this way, can be a bit impulsive sometimes, when there are issues at hand. wanting to quickly find an answer, drew doesn't always think through all of his options. instead of being indecisive, he makes his decisions too quickly and barely ever weighs the pros and cons of his choices. don't get me wrong, he's all for lazing around and chilling out, when there is an actual problem or question at hand, he needs to find the answer and get it done.

overall, drew is an easy-going, smart, likable guy who likes to hang out and be carefree. he doesn't like drama or fake people, and tends to be somewhat insecure and impulsive. drew is very relaxed and chill about everything; he doesn't like to make a fuss.

sample rp:

it was a typical night at the maclean house in copenhagen, or at least that's what drew thought. he was just hanging out in his room, reading perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky and planning on going downstairs to set the table for his mom, then later texting some friends about the harbour party later in the week, when the doorbell rang. he raced downstairs to answer it, and found nate and karolina, his swedish girlfriend on the other side. drew was a bit confused. it was mid-term at school, and he expected nate and karolina to be at university. nevertheless, he welcomed them inside and alerted his mom to their presence. immediately, she rushed out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, fawning over nate and telling karolina how beautiful she was. hanna absolutely adored karolina, and everyone knew she was hoping that nate would propose sometime soon. ah!, drew thought, maybe that's what's happening tonight. nate and karolina are coming over for dinner to tell us some important news.

drew's suspicions were further confirmed, at least in his mind, when the doorbell rang again twenty minutes later, and charlie stood on the other side. he greeted drew in typically fashion: ruffling his hair in that way that drew loathed, and calling him "tøsedreng", which meant sissy. typical charlie, drew thought. while he tried with all of his might to not let his middle older brother's antics affect him like they had when he was younger, he still found himself defensive and easily annoyed while in charlie's presence.

the two boys joined nate, karolina, and james in the living room, where small talk was being made. drew watched with amusement as james questioned charlie as to why he could never bring home a nice girl for a family dinner. unfortunately, this comment also brought on one of nate and karolina's annoying cute moments, which happened not sporadically. the possibility of this dinner tonight becoming an announcement of the eldest boy and his longtime girlfriend's engagement was growing and growing.

drew excused himself from the room to set the table for hanna, who was still in the kitchen creating that night's meal. "need any help, mor?" drew asked his mom, careful to use the danish for 'mother', just as his mom liked. she shook her head and thanked him. soon after, the six of them were seated in the kitchen, eating rødspaette and talking in general. several minutes into dinner, nate quieted the table and said that he had an announcement to make. drew smiled slightly, a half smile that made the left side of his mouth curve up. here it comes, drew thought.

expectantly, nate made an appropriately long speech on how he and karolina had met, how much he loved her, and finally asked the question. karolina and hanna began to cry, and james clapped nate on the back after karolina had affirmed that yes, she would like to marry nate. drew smiled. he liked seeing people happy. he then smirked at charlie, who ruffled his hair, causing drew to grumble.

later that night, with hanna inspecting karolina's engagement ring in the living room, charlie on the phone with his latest like, and james on a business call, nate asked drew if he'd like to take a walk. drew agreed, and the two brunets set outside towards the harbour. a november night, drew saw his and nate's breath mix with the air as they walked down the cobbled streets.

"anything you needed to talk to me about?" drew questioned. he listened as nate spoke of his growing up and meeting girls, and especially karolina. "yeah, nate. congratulat--" drew was cut off by nate thanking him, but quickly asking if there was anything going on in his life. nate felt like being far away in stockholm for university, and relatively absorbed with karolina, he was missing out on drew's growing up. "i'm sixteen, nate, you know. i mean, there's nothing major happening. you know, the usual. oh wait, there is this one thing..." drew ruminated, nate looking at his expectantly. "i'm actually heading off next term to this school in france, beauxbatons academy of magic. i dunno, mom and dad think that it will help my magic skills, i guess." drew reeled a bit, hearing those words spoken by himself for the first time ever. he hadn't told anyone, not even charlie (as if). nate looked thoughtful, then responded that he thought that would be good for drew. yeah, the sixteen year old thought, it will be good. great, even.

Remember that you still have to use a sentence case in your role-plays! It must be Rouerie!

[presley]

full name ,

PRESLEY JO DIXON

age ,

FIFTEEN

appearance ,

BLOND HAIR, BLUE EYES, THE TYPICAL LOOK OF SOMEONE BORN IN THE DEEP SOUTH. IT'S NOT JUST THE STEREOTYPE THAT MAKES HER LOOK LIKE THAT, SHE'S JUST GOT GOOD GENES. HER BLOND HAIR IS ALWAYS STYLED DIFFERENTLY, IT SEEMS, EITHER DONE UP IN A BUN, DONE NOTHING TO, PUT BEHIND HER EARS. EVERYTHING HAS BEEN DONE BY PRESLEY. HER PERFECTLY ALMOND-SHAPED BLUE EYES SEEM TO GO ON FOR DAYS. IF YOU LOOK INTO THEM IT'S HARD TO TEAR YOUR EYES AWAY FROM HERS, THEY'RE SO INTERESTING.

SHE DOESN'T HAVE TOO FEMININE BODY STRUCTURE. SHE'S NOT TOO CURVY. SHE'S GOT ENOUGH TO CURVES TO BE CONSIDERED A WOMAN BUT NOT ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY BE CONSIDERED CURVACEOUS. SHE IS INCREDIBLY THIN, ALMOST TOO THIN FOR HER OWN GOOD.

history ,

personality ,

rp sample ,

WIP

[wiccaryan]

First Name:Sebastian
Last Name:Lancaster
Age: Sixteen
Ethnicity:White
Sexuality:Homosexual
Amortentia (love potion) smells:Blackcurrants, mint, freshly cut grass and snow.
Patronus: A Bluebird
Boggart: Sebastian’s Boggart is a lot stronger than a usual Boggart, he does not fear an object, a beast or a person, but he fears an experience, the experience of drowning, so the Boggart actually becomes tons and tons of water and could easily drown him.
Blood Status: Pure Blood with some Siren blood from his grandmother.
Economic Background: Upper Class, coming from wizarding aristocracy.
Wand: 15.5 inches, willow, siren hair, “Elegant, superb wand for delicate and complex spell work.”
Animagus: Bluebird
Appearance:

Sebastian is incredibly slim, looking almost fragile. He is 5ft 7” tall, and weighs around 8.5 Stone (UK Weight). Sebastian’s hair is the shade of midnight, contrasting against his near-white pallor. His lips are slightly redder than the average person, against contrasting against his skin. He carries himself very elegantly, like a trained tightrope walker or ballet dancer. He has long, slender fingers. The paleness of his skin means he has very fair skin, burning very easily in the sun. He is basically the male embodiment of Snow White.
History:
Sebastian Lancaster comes from a long and distinguished line of magic. Sebastian’s great-great-grandfather was a renowned magical doctor. Sebastian’s mother, Gwen Lancaster is a well-respected academic witch, whose papers and explorations of magic and magic practice are regularly published. Sebastian’s Father, George Lancaster was an Auror who was killed during a raid of “Knockturn Alley” in Voldemort’s second rise to power. Progressive for the society they were in; the Lancasters were one of the first pureblood families to support muggle-born rights.
Sebastian Lancaster was born on the 29th of April 1993 at 2:45 in the afternoon. At the age of three, his father took him out flying for the first time and Sebastian accidently fell from the broomstick into a thorn bush, resulting in a scar over his left eye. Quiet and thoughtful as a child, he blossomed in the art of magic at an early age, Gwen would often come into Sebastian’s room and find stuffed animals dancing and singing. He developed a love of Literature, both muggle and magical, resulting in a childhood spent with his nose in books. Sebastian didn’t have many friends growing up but had a close relationship with his grandmother, Beatrice. Beatrice encouraged Sebastian’s individuality, often to his mother’s disapproval; Beatrice was also the first person Sebastian revealed his sexuality to. Muggle Musicals (The Wizard of Oz, Annie etc) are also enjoyed by Sebastian. He was also raised in typical pureblood society, dining with six forks and knives, attending balls and galas etc.
Family:
Mother:Gwen Lancaster - Alive
Father:George Lancaster – Deceased.
Grandmother: Beatrice Bertrand - Alive
Personality:
An uncommonly kind person, Sebastian has a knack for seeing the utmost best in people, giving everyone and anyone equal chance. However, if you betray or abuse his kindness, he’s likely to never offer it again. Sebastian’s kindness and Sebastian’s trust are very different things, he will offer his kindness to anyone, but only a few people, those whom he calls friends have his trust.
Well-mannered and polite, he is well-liked by most he meets, but is incredibly shy upon first meeting people. Sebastian is also incredibly opinionated, and whilst normally quiet and gentle, he can become impassioned and fiery in a debate. He is also very hard working and remarkably intelligent, striving to be one of the best students Beauxbatons has ever seen – this magically academic confidence often comes across as a know-it-all personality when in fact it masks deep rooted insecurities of failure, rejection and the fear he will never live up to his lineage.
Sebastian never learned to swim, leading to fear of drowning. Once you become close friends with him, Sebastian is a chatty individual, often resulting in him going off on tangents, over-analyzing things or having slight rants. He is also quite the perfectionist, because he wants top grades in every subject etc, he spends hour upon hour practicing spells, writing essays etc, often early into the morning until they are perfect.
Interests:Reading, studying magic, writing, singing, spending time with those he cares about, baking.
Defining Traits/Skills: Sebastian has a Vocal singing Range of five octaves, from Baritone to Soprano.
Sample RP:
Sebastian sighed as he gazed up at the vast canvas of coloured summer sky, only slightly blemished by thin whispers of cloud. A gentle southern breeze danced among the flowers, causing them to sway nonchalantly. The smell of roses and lavender, of daisies and lilies filled the air, as Sebastian wandered leisurely through the field, three conjured bluebirds sang in trilling high soprano, flying in concentric circles just in front of him.
“Sebastian!” A woman with flaming red hair caught up with him, a sun hat perches on top of her head.
“Yes?” He answered, turning around, the birds vanishing almost instantly.
“Have you got all your school supplies? I won’t be able to see you off I’m afraid, I’m in Vienna for work”
“Yes, I bought it all last week” He answered, smiling, “Have a great time in Vienna, tell uncle Artemis I said ‘Hello’”
“I will,” She kissed him on the cheek, a suitcase appearing at her side, “be safe and have a great year!” the woman turned into the wind, apparating quietly.
Sebastian smiled at his mother, what a life she lived – travelling all over the wizarding world to give lectures on talks about magic and magical practice, thousands of wizards and witches looking to her for guidance and explanation, he was in awe of her.
The sun cast a fantasmic array of reds, blues and golds into the sky as it continued its descent, signaling the end of another day, the continuation of time. Picking up his pick-nick blanket and his volume of “Conjuration: Advanced Theories” he had been reading, and set off back to the manor. He could have apparated, he could’ve flown – but that would’ve been a waste of a beautiful summer twilight.
In truth, Sebastian couldn't wait to get back to school, he had been restless and bored all summer, amplified uncomfortably by the intense heat. School was more of a home to him than his real home, his friends were his true family. Always their for him. He couldn't be angry at his mother, she was doing what she loved and enjoying her life, he couldn't begrudge her that. She was more of a friend than a mother herself.

He sounds like a perfect Rouerie student to me.

[nina]

Full Name:

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Age:

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Sample RP:

[/color][/b] The waves continued to beckon for Cherish and her board, but she decided to be a good little sister and wait. But she was slowly becoming impatient. She had been waiting for the perfect waves for way too long and these boys were taking longer then her older sister, Delight, and her Mom when they were getting ready for a dinner out! Shaking her head, Cherish began digging her feet into the warm sand. It was too much. The waves were only about two feet or three feet away and these pansies boys were taking forever. The sweet, amazing waves were becoming nothing! A frustrated sigh escaped Cher as she yelled once again, I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS! I’M DITCHING AND IF I SEE ANY OF MY STUFF GONE I’M BLAMING YOU GUYS! You guys are worse then Mum and D…UGH! The last was definitely muttered since she knew she would get creamed by all of them for questioning their “masculinity”. But she did not care, she could handle them any day. And even if she couldn’t, she always had something she resorted to as a last resort. Baby Photos. The ones in particular she was thinking of were the ones with them all in some silly costume, Cherish had gotten out of her way of hiding her’s but they didn’t. So Cher decided to hide them herself. Oh such a wonderful sister she was and that she was, just she meant to use it for her advantage.

After what felt like hours, but was only five minutes, the boys finally came. An eyebrow rose as she saw them sauntering on over. Almost instantly her free arm went to her hip and she screamed, WAVES! THE WAVES YOU MORONS! She was becoming more and more impatient and these boys were not helping. Usually she was calm and patient, always willing to wait. But today was not a usual day. The waves were gigantic and Cherish Juliet Deanthy was a sports gal. She LOVED all sorts of sports and surfing happened to be one of them. And you always required big waves to have fun while surfing, which was currently happening. After several more hours past, really only three minutes, the boys finally reached the spot Cher had picked and they were laughing. All Cherish could do was glare viciously. She knew she could of screamed and thrown something, but it was not the time. She knew if she did that, it would just add to their amusement. Scowling a some, Cher impatiently said, Waves, NOW! Waves! WAVES! WAAAAAA-VVVVVES!!! More laughter escaped them as she began jumping up and down. Cherish did not care. She really wanted to ride those waves. They were gigantic and absolutely beautiful. They were her kind of waves.[/ul][/size][/font]

Hmmm... such a complex personality... you are not a Rouerie student, Sournois or Cossu, nah... I think Cossu!

[ivory14]

First Name: Ivory
Last Name: Huntington-Bell
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:

Ivory was born in London .She lives with her grandparents because her parents left her when she was about two. Her grandparents took care of her and now she is sixteen. Ivory is a muggle-born, her mother and her father were muggles. This was not an obstacle for her, she is how she wanted to be. She used to study at Weakly, which was and still is a school meant for muggles with regular classes. She spent a nice time there, and memories were always going to flash back in her mind, the pleasant and the unpleasant ones.

Ivory was born on 16 March, Amanda and Carlisle were her parents. They felt in love at a young age. Life iwas not so easy for Ivory because living with her grandparents is not so easy how some people think. But she survives without her parents, her father died while she was still young, and her mother abandoned her, leaving Ivory with her ex husband’s parents, in that way, Ivory ended up to take care of herself and her grandparents, whom, she loves with all her heart and never will end respecting them. At the muggle school she attended, Weakly, she didn’t have human friends but animals, which were kept in a small garden, used at Biology, in a harmless way. Because she was shy and too kind people, some of them, which were many, picked her as their subject of entertainment. That is one of the reasons why she didn’t like to socialize with the people from there.

It was a shock for her to find out that she was a witch. It happened in a sunny day, when she was sitting by the window, with a book of Anderson in her hands. An owl arrived at the window and it showed sign that it wanted to come in. Still in shock, Ivory opened the window as quickly as she could and she let it to come in. ‘Such a marvelous creature’ she thought, but thirty seconds later she spotted a letter in its beak. Nervously, with her hands shaking, the girl took the letter and opened it, and after she read the letter, she was still in shock but she chose to believe what was written in the letter after she had talked with her grandmother who revealed to her that her father was a wizard and her mother abandoned her because of that reason, because her mother knew that her daughter was going to be like her father. From that moment on, Ivory could not find the power to forgive her mother.

Personality:

Ivory is much an aquarius,her astrological sign, in that she is shy but when she has known someone for a while , she feels comfortable around them. She has very strong convictions, and nobody can make Ivory change her mind. She is also very intelligent and ambitious. She loves reading, spending time with her family and studying.

Her diary is very important for her because she can express her feelings there. Ivory is fluent in Spanish, French , Romanian , Deutsch (German ). Ivory’s favorite books are : Oliver Twist, Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen , Ghosts by Stephenie Miller , philosophy books, and others.

She often goes to her neighbor Audrina and borrow her books .She is very beautiful and kind but also is very sweet with everyone. Ivory isn’t the type of person who bottle up her emotions. She would be happy to spend her entire afternoon reading novels and poems. She is often found with her nose in the books. Ivory is not a stubborn person and she doesn’t like when someone insult her friends. She does not have many friends because she stays her whole time at home with her family. Her favorite Muggle school subjects are : Deutsch , History, Biology.

Her favorite quotes are: ‘All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them’, ‘ A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years’. She truly believes that someone could change if that someone wants. Ivory is patient and she doesn’t like fights. She hates when someone is fighting. She is optimistic and always tries to see the brightly side of things.

Sample RP:

It was a cloudy day of October. Ivory was home with her grandparents. She was sitting on the border of the chair writing down her feelings into a piece of paper when suddenly felt the wind. She was a little bit confused because she didn’t know what was happening. She opened the door and saw a big storm coming. Ivory was scared because she was afraid of storms, but in that moment she remembered one thing: taking deep breaths. She announced her grandparents what was happening. They were a little bit scared but they remembered that they dugged in the ground a tunnel leading to an abandoned house in the forest.

They didn’t have much time so they needed to hurry up. They took with them two water bottles, a blanket and a flashlight. That was all that they could take with them. That storm was like a nightmare for Ivory. Her grandparents were old so they couldn’t run. The storm was right behind them and Ivory was freaked out. Ivory knew that the solution was right into her head but she was too freaked out, in that moment she wasn’t able to think straight. But she had to help her grandparents. They were all for her in that moment. Her main goal was to help them because they were defenseless.

After taking the supplies Ivory and her grandparents went down into the tunnel .Ivory’s grandpa was sick so she had to be careful because the road to the house in the forest was very difficult. Ivory took care of grandma too . When they finally reached, Ivory was exhausted at the moment she couldn’t speak. She had no power . It was very cold and they didn’t took with them a shoebox for making the fire. Ivory was so upset and disappointed with herself but she didn’t know why. Ivory was hurt on her entire body but she didn’t care less. Her grandpa was sick and that was all that mattered for her.

After four days of pain Ivory finally returned home with her grandparents. But they had no home, the storm destroyed it. Ivory and her grandparents were so upset because that house was built a thousand years ago. Ivory spent all her childhood there , her swing was there all was there, all their life. She just asked herself : ‘ where will we live now?’ . All was so sad for Ivory but one thing was present in Ivory’s mind. That thing is that they escaped with life after that big storm which destroyed their house. Ivory was sad but in the same time happy because one life has been given to them.

I'm thinking Rouerie for you.

[jenna hawthorne]

First Name: Jenna
Middle Name: Grace
Last Name: Hawthorne
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Born on July 5th 1993 to Beverley Anne Hawthorne (nee Johnson) and Stuart Jeremy Hawthorne, Jenna is the oldest and only daughter. She has a little brother called Jacob Alexander Hawthorne who is 12. Beverley is a muggle born witch while Stuart is a pure blood wizard. This makes Jenna and Jacob half-blooded.

Beverly and Stuart met at Beauxbatons. She was a Cossu student whilst he was a Rouerie student. As soon as they both graduated from Beauxbatons, Stuart proposed to Beverly and she said yes. They then moved to Dover, England. This all happened in 1991. The young couple settled into married life for 2 years until April 5th 1993 when Beverley announced that she was 6 months pregnant. The young couple hurried around trying to get stuff for the new baby. 6 months later, Beverley went into labour and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who was named Jenna Grace Hawthorne. 4 years later, Beverley became pregnant again and gave birth to a little boy who was named Jacob Alexander Hawthorne.

As Jenna grew up, she found a passion in music, art and song writing. By the age of 10, she had found her magic powers. When Jenna turned 10 and Jacob was 6, Stuart got transferred over to Paris, France by his company which meant that the whole Hawthorne family had to move to France with him. This was the year that Jenna was supposed to start at Beauxbatons but her parenrts decided to home school her and her brother.

It is now 2009! Jenna is 16 and is about to head off to Beauxbatons as she got the acceptance letter on her 16th birthday. She is hoping to meet new people and learn more about her magical powers. Her brother is also at Beauxbatons.
Personality:
Jenna is just your typical sixteen year old apart from the fact that she is quite talented in muggle and magic life. She feels that she is good at spell casting (charms and transfiguration) and arithmancy but she fails at DADA and dark arts as she isn't very good with dark magic. She also feels that she is good at muggle studies as she has lived in the muggle world for most of her life. Her muggle talents include singing, piano, guitar and saxophone. She feels that she is a competent dancer. Jenna can also write songs depending on her mood. She also loves art but music is her first love.

Jenna has all of the qualities that a good friend should have even though she is only sixteen. She is kind, caring, friendly and trustworthy. She would be nice to people, even those she doesn't like. She is also very bubbly and optimistic about life. Even though she is friendly, she is also rather shy and socially awkward meaning it is hard for her to make friends.
Sample RP: It was a beautiful sunny day and Jenna Hawthorne was lying on top of her bed half asleep. She knew that she had to get up as it was her first day at Beauxbatons and she didn't want to be late. the sixteen year old got out of bed, grabbed the first clothes she saw and before changing into them, the brunette checked if they matched. Jenna wasn't the type of girl that mismatched her outfits. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a slogan t-shirt and waistcoat. Jenna started packing up the staff that she needed for beauxbatons and as she was packing, she was thinking that she wouldn't be going home for ages so might as well pack up the stuff that she needed.

Before heading out of her bedroom, The sixteen year old girl decided to do her makeup just as any other girl her age would. The dark brunette believede in natural beauty so she didn't plaster her makeup on. She applied foundation, a touch of blusher, some light pink eye shadow, a thin layer of mascara and pale pink lipgloss. After doing her makeup, Jenna put her makeup bag into her suitcase and zipped the case up. She had already prepared her backpack with the stuff that she would need on her person.

Grabbing her backpack and suitcase, She headed out of her bedroom and down the stairs. The brunette sauntered into the kitchen after putting her bags down and ate breakfast. The minute Jenna finished her breakfast, she heard a horn outside and looked out of the bay window which was in the kitchen and saw the beauxbatons carriage outside. She ran out into the hallway and pulled her brown boots on. The sixteen year old brunette loved boots and sneakers especially converse sneakers as they were her trademark and she would usually be found wearing them. Looking in her bag for the last time, she checked that she had a couple of pairs of converse in her bag. She could easily change the colours of her sneakers with her wand when she was at the academy. The brunette lugged her suitcase out of her house with her backpack on her back and then she got into the carriage. Placing her suitcase under her seat, Jenna sat down, placed her backpack to the side and just relaxed listeining to her purple ipod nano which her dad had enchanted for her.

15 minutes later, the Carriage had arrived at Beauxbatons. Jenna put her ipod away in her backpack, put her backpack on her back, took her suitcase out from under the seat and out of the carriage and then she wheeled it all the way down to the entrance of Beauxbatons. "Wow" the brunette girl exclaimed in her head. She was describing her reaction to how big Beauxbatons was. Jenna went into the entrance hall and dropped her stuff off and waited with the other students waiting to be sorted. A few minutes later, someone came out of the great hall and called all of the new first years to queue up ready to be sorted. Jenna made sure she was somewhere near the middle of the queue as she didn't want to be sorted last but she didn't want to be sorted first. the first years were sorted one by one and then it got to Jenna. "I wonder what house i'm going to be in." the dark brunette girl thought as she waited to be sorted.

(I can't promise that sort of length all of the time)

Hmm... I'm sure Cossu will put you in the right light!

[rayne19]

First Name:
wyatt

Last Name:
thibodeaux

Age:
seventeen

Appearance:
Thanks to merlin for the genes of his parents and ancestors of sorts, wyatt's inherited modelesque features. His face is chiseled much like his russian mother's and her father's. All of his strongly featured parts of his face are credit to the russian in him. From the chiseled chin right down to the rigid bridge of his nose. His jawlines are statue worthy and so is the rest of the structure of his face. His eyes are a dark chocolate, yet another russian feature, and are often said to be able to suck the truth from a compulsive liar's soul. His eyes often change hues or at least seem to change hues as he grows angrier or relaxes. If frustrated or angered, his eyes darken to a bottomless pit black but as he lightens up and is content with the situation, his eyes have been known to lighten to almost a hazel color. Of course, it could be argument that wyatt tends to stand in a dimmer light when he's angry, giving off the impression that his eyes are changing. There's also the theory that somewhere down the line of his ancestors, his great uncle had been a metamorphmagus and very small traces of such heritage occurred during great emotion. According to wyatt, his eyes are just dark brown and always have been. Just a different shade of brown, his hair naturally matches his eyes. His hair has changed from a dirty blonde to a chestnut color all depending on the season of the year. This time, however, it's a natural change and not anything to do with his great uncle's magical trait. Though his facial features seem practically perfect, there's one flaw that wyatt will point out to anyone that remotely considers him the god of eye candy. His ears. He absolutely hates his ears. To him, they stick out just a little too much for his liking but everyone else says they don't. No matter who said what, to wyatt, his ears stick out too much and he's even taped them back with a simple spell and nothing's changed. It's possibly the only thing he would change of himself other than the length of his hair at times. Normally, wyatt isn't particularly picky on looks or anything but his ears is and always will be an exception.

His body on the other hand, he'll agree is pretty sculpt-tastic. Mainly due to his normal run in the morning, wyatt has the body of a sculpture, literally. He tries being as active as he can whether it be a nice run around the castle perimeter, a couple of sit ups before bed, or a quick quidditch match between his housemates. Whatever it is, wyatt uses to his full advantage and loves keeping his body in shape. You could say, he's almost his own body's admirer. He isn't necessarily conceited but he does enjoy the way his stomach is flat and aligned with muscles. It's a much better landscape than the chubbiness he once had back in his early teens just after puberty began to take form. Wy would do just about anything to stay away from being like that again. So...running and sit ups it is.

History:
wyatt was leroux and angelica's first child of two in late february. it was safe to say the young thibodeaux was spoiled rotten when he was just a baby but the spoiling didn't last too long since his younger brother, damien, was born just a year after him. being so close in age, the two brothers were very close growing up. they mostly had a normal childhood, or at least as normal a childhood could get with a wizard and a witch as parents. leroux and angelica just wanted them to have a nice, fulfilled childhood that their father had lacked in his child years. everything worked out for the growing thibodeaux family once leroux found a decent job at the french ministry of magic.

the thibodeaux family resided in toulouse, france for quite some time, building their magical family into a sturdy household. wyatt and damien grew up with the knowledge of being wizards seeing as it was quite a hard task for their father to hide such a vital magical job from his two children. luckily, they grew in a small wizarding community so any first signs of magical abilities was okay to happen in the public. the first few years went seemingly well until the first big move came. leroux was doing so well with his job that the ministry of magic wanted him to respresent france for a few years in the british ministry of magic as head of their department of international magical cooperation. since they were still at such a young age, leroux and angelica decided to just move the entire family over into great britain rather than split the family up so early on. their years in great britain were some of the best for wyatt. they had moved just before he had hit eleven years old so within a year of moving into the new country, he was accepted into hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. he was quite involved within his first two years there, joining his house's quidditch team his second year and becoming one of its better players by his third year. he was finally establishing himself as a young man and setting himself apart from his younger brother when news came yet again, they were returning to france.

with much regret for putting his family through another big move, leroux moved his family yet again back to toulouse, france where their old house had somehow stayed there unoccupied. moving back to france it was only sensible to send wyatt and damien to beauxbaton's to continue on with their schooling. it's been several years since their last move but it hasn't been the last move for his father and mother. in attempt to keep his job but keeping his children in one spot, leroux asked his brother, acel, to watch over his two children while his wife traveled with him to the various countries he had to attend to. so for the past four years, alcel and tabitha have been the adoptive parents of wyatt and damien and as much as he loves his aunt and uncle, wyatt would much rather prefer his parents to be around. hence the reason, he stays over at beauxbaton's even during the breaks. just so he won't have to go to a place that he doesn't genuinely call home like the french castle.

Personality:
Wyatt is that guy nearly everyone loves for just no reason. He's sweet and very friendly and despite his sometimes rude comments, he's quite the considerate guy. He loves hanging out with friends and being around friends. Their company is what gives him the urge to go on through another hellish day of classes. Wy is the sociable type and would rather not live without someone around him even if it's just his younger brother damien pretending to listen to him. It's just something about always having company that keeps wyatt at ease throughout the day. It can just be sitting with someone in the library for hours on end but as long as he wasn't alone, he'd be fine. He has a lonely complexity that he can't quite destroy. He blames his parents but who truly knows? It's possible that's why he tends to be so sweet to others, for them to hang out with him but on the inside he's criticizing them, correcting their every move much like he does with his brother but mentally.

Though really smart and seemingly studious, wyatt is horrible at maintaining his study duties. He slacks and doesn't study as much as he used to as a first year. Girls are what's mostly on his mind but don't get him wrong, he still pays some attention in class. It doesn't necessarily take too much to get wyatt's mind into overdrive about thinking about them. Some classes that interest him will catch his thoughts until something or someone more interesting strode by. You could almost say he has a.d.d. But not as extreme. He just can't stay thinking on one thing too long or else it bores him. Despite his lack of attention skills, wyatt is somehow majorly productive and very neat. He has to have things a certain way before he allows himself or anyone leave the room. Control freak? Yes. Probably why most of his house mates can't stand being in the dorm with him or in the showers, not that wyatt cares. If he wants control, he'll have it. He's just like a cuddly teddy bear that has a slight ocd problem...or something to that effect.

And whatever you do, please do not get wyatt mad. He can very nice to you, friendly beyond belief but once you've crossed the line, there's no going back. Wyatt is a wrath machine or at least an insult machine. He'll spit insults, most likely the corrections of your life he's been holding in to be nice. He's not exactly cold hearted but he can get to the point of his friends hating him for the words he's said. He tries his best to hold that side of him back but sometimes you just have to give back to what others hand out to you.

Sample RP:
wyatt leaned out on the windowsill of the astronomy tower, watching the afternoon sky. it was a beautiful day to say the least. clouds were being formed, the huge puffy white clouds that seemed to lessen the harshness of the sun's powerful ultraviolet rays. a gentle breeze came through every so often just like a stranger you passed on the street. they came by but they were soon forgotten. the athletic teen was incredibly bored, almost on the verge of death he was so bored. watching the clouds was nice but he had no one to do it with. damien was, of course, in a different house than him and despite them being brothers, the younger thibodeaux didn't seem to care to spend time with his older brother. whatever. wyatt didn't need him. a frustrated sigh coursed through his pursed lips. though he wouldn't admit it, wyatt cared a whole lot for his younger brother and it killed him that the boy was so...mute and uncaring. they were the last of the thibodeaux line, they should stick together. the seventeen year old raked a somewhat shaky hand through his chocolate brown hair again sighing to himself. his new "parents", his uncle acel and aunt tabitha, had done well for the past four years but wyatt was old enough to tell the difference between their parenting techniques and his own parents' techniques. again, whatever. that wasn't something he should be thinking about anyways. it was four years ago, what could he do about it now? nothing, exactly. maybe it would be best for him to lay out in the sun and get tanner for the upcoming quidditch season. the ladies...and some gentlemen did enjoy a handsome young man in a purely natural tan.

the young wizard bounded down the many many steps until he had finally reached the grounds, slightly out of breath. it was a long way down and it had made him wish he had just grabbed his broom and flew down. oh well, too late now. he made his way out toward the lawns, his sneakers sinking into the damp grass. the grass seemed so much dryer from up in the towers but he supposed looks could be deceiving. suddenly, a slight smirk came upon his thin lips as the epitome of the famous line sat just in front of him. ariel livingston. she was something else. to wyatt, she wasn't a typical cousin. it was almost as if she chose the path of evil for her family's benefit rather than because she was supposed to be like that. he only thought that because damien used to tell him all the time that he could choose what house he wanted to be in but wyatt thought that ridiculous. why would he want to choose his house when it was the sorting cloak's job to place them according to personality? back then, the young wyatt had simply teased damien for such silly ideas but now...looking at ariel, it seemed that his words could very well be true. don't get him wrong, he thought ariel was good at being a bully and torturing those around her, but she just didn't seem to mesh completely with the other cossu students. after all, she did speak to him on a certain level of intelligence unlike her brother, warren. how those two were related, wyatt had no clue. warren was so.."menacing" and "evil-like" while ariel was...well just ariel. she was one of the few cossus he did waste time talking to since normally they could hold a semi-decent conversation unless of course her older brother decided to step in and be an arsehole like he was. luckily for wyatt, ariel was just by herself, sitting in the grass.

putting on his infamous lopsided grin, wyatt bounded over to her, plopping himself right down next to her, pulling his knees up to his chest, locking his arms around his shins. he looked at her in all her fine glory. he couldn't help but admit she was gorgeous for a fifth year but of course, she would be nothing more than that since she was his cousin. he nudged her slightly with his elbow, his uniform already getting a little damp from the grass. "heyy there ariel" he kept grinning, knowing that he would probably get on her nerves shortly after speaking. "whatcha doing all by your lonesome?" wyatt gave her those cute puppy dog eyes of his to persuade her to talk to him, the cute grin still plastered on his face, awaiting her reaction for sitting down next to her.

( sorry ahead of time for the scatterness...i haven't done an actual application in a while >< )

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Nor Sournois, nor Cossu, what remains? ROUERIE.

[declanfabiano]

FULL NAME Declan Baptiste Fabiano.
AGE Seventeen.
ETHNICITY Brazilian and French.
WAND TYPE 18 inches, ebony wood, strong handle, dragon scale, with pliable strength.
BOGGARTA blast of fire racing towards him.
PATRONUS Dragon.
BLOOD-TYPE Giants-Blood.

APPEARANCE
Declan stands at 6 feet 2 inches and is growing more mainly because his vast abundance of giant's blood. He feels that his height and being a guy, has no limits because most girls and people prefer taller guys. Though, Declan seems to pertain his giant's blood to forever being tall and monstrous. Which is something he can't help, nor get rid of, and is permanent. There were times when he was younger, Declan would think he was a monster. For that, he always would recluse himself from the little kids who were like 3 feet tall, since he would be at least a whole foot taller than them, which would bewilder the petite muggle kids. But growing up, Declan seemed to think differently about his height, and thought of it as a positive thing. Since he would get petite girls who preferred the taller majority of guys, and he could tower over people with his height, as if he had the power to. Along with his power of magic, of course. Then, as Declan grew more maturely, his looks seemed to sharpen and become more attractive. From a dirty blonde, his hair cultivated into a flourish of dark-chocolate-brown coloring. He would style his hair, in the more careless way; combing it upward, leaving the top of his head to stand up. Declan's features, however, makes up for the mess of his hair. His round nose is long and his lips are pursed and pouts. His oval head stops at the bottom of his distinctly sharp chin, which are supported by a broad square jaw. Declan's chocolate-brown eyes, would leave you staring at it's almond shape, and the darkness of his eyelashes, pupils and thick eyebrows. His ears are sharp at the tip, and pulled back. And he has a distinct tattoo of a dragon below his belly button. Declan has an easy time maintaining his muscular build and appearance. However his careless but handsome look may fool you when it comes to fashion sense. Which Declan does acquire some, according to his mum, who taught him how to impress dressing in a simple way. Though he prefers to just be a casual person and dress in whatever he finds, since he assumes his features and appearance can make up for it. Which it usually does.

PERSONALITY
Declan has a very deep personality and is much about the feelings a person has, and connections he makes with others. Like if you're just meeting Declan, he would get to know you better, by interrogating you and trying to find out more about you. Also, so that he can be understood, he starts giving away facts about him, which can really annoy some people or admire them. If there's no connection between you and him, then he would just forget about you, or try to find more. Which really lacks on his part. Declan is really not a private person, and can use his love of music to release his emotions. Which he loves to do, because he wants to be heard and for people to get him. So his ways for getting people's attention just to state how he feels at that moment is very outgoing. Declan would use these out there hand gestures and a very convincing voice, to state his opinion and emotions. Those gestures and convincing, can come in handy, which amplifies his profound intellectual opinions, and get's people going when they listen to what he has to say. While, others, may find it agitating. Declan comes, at first when you meet him, with a load of enigmatic humor and opinions. He's very unsure of what he says, and then begins to confuse you with his complex way of thinking. Nothing goes by Declan without him noticing it, and so if he tries to do something about a situation, his enigma takes over and can cause great confusion for him and his actions. Which can be humorous to a lot of people, though sometimes troublesome for Declan.

Declan is very much the messy type. With his appearance, surroundings, schedules, and most of all, girls. Daily, Declan can be a bit of a hassle, and can cause very little mishap in his daily routine. Which is filled with moments of him throwing clothes everywhere, trying to find misplaced items, and trying to be on time. But with girls, Declan can be a bit messy and misunderstood. He can go saying one thing, but meaning another, and usually say it in shy way. Which happens when he really likes a girl, and usually get's him no where with romance. Declan, however, is sure of himself that he would find a real connection with a person, and share his deep complex emotions to them, one day. Along with his outgoing and forceful attitude, Declan is full of bursting intelligence and studious behaviors. Even though he is sometimes very underestimated and/or misunderstood, Declan finds the ways to get facts straight, and is very demanding. It's almost like a compulsive disorder to get the facts straight and to over-power people to prove them wrong. His compulsive behavior leads him to addiction of many kind, such as alcohol. Which is his main vice. It is very ironic how alcohol is a drink that defects the brain in a wide range, and Declan still holds his memory, intelligence, and thoughts well. Except for the reoccurring state he get's in where his thoughts are sometimes scattered and his enigma gets in, with tough emotions.

HISTORY
Declan Baptiste Fabiano was only a little toddler when his giants-blood mother bore him. Declan's family was quite big, hence giants, which is pretty ironic. His father's side of the family, were all wizards and witches and much of a meddling pack. They got into all of the business that their son, Declan's dad Lorenzo, had to deal with. Including the marriage of him and Declan's mom, Patricia. Lorenzo's family were pure-blood and very prejudice against other bloods, especially giant's blood. Giants and the Fabiano family have been close neighborhoods in Spain. Until the Fabiano family got greedy and wanted more of the Giant's goods. They imported such rich and useful goods, that the Fabiano family have grown jealousy to the giants, which led them to attack their neighborhood, and steal most of their treasures. The giants took a toll on defending their land and dignity, so they attacked the Fabiano back, stole the goods that were stolen from then, and nearly killed some of the Fabiano family men. The family was poor and hopeless. After all, their attackers were giants looking for victory and rebellion, so the Fabiano surely didn't have a chance against the giants again. Specially because their strongest men were attacked and killed. Lorenzo, actually was just a toddler when this happened, and soon grew up to hear the tales of that dreadful day for the Fabiano's. Then, Lorenzo began to be fascinated with giants and their history. He studied them and took in all the facts, and made clear he wanted to marry one. When that age came, Lorenzo soon found himself escaping home and venturing out to the woods, where he was secretly having an affair with a giants-blooded woman, Patricia. Who was in fact a bit older than Lorenzo.

After a night out and back to the woods, where Patricia Van Der Veen lived, Lorenzo thought it was time to show his love, and Patricia very much agreed. Soon after that special night, Patricia suddenly got the feeling she was sick. Weird changes were beginning to happen to her body, and she soon after she realized she was pregnant with Lorenzo's baby. They were the most excited and happy couple. But in the back of their heads they knew that their families could not know of this event. So they decided to get married and move out of Spain, to France, where Patricia was from. Though, Lorenzo wanted Patricia to wait 'till their son would bore. So after nine long months passed by, Patricia was in labor with their newborn son who they named, Declan Baptiste Fabiano. They were truly happy that they set up a whole new house just for Declan's welcoming into the family. Growing up to be a toddler, Declan had a young and curious mind, he was very smart and knew right from wrong, but had very complex emotions to understand. But Lorenzo and Patricia had much delight in raising their newborn son, that they decided to actually settle down. And so they got married traditionally. It was to much extent, that the news a Fabiano was marrying a giant was very shocking. Lorenzo's family then found out that during the wedding, in a chapel near Patricia's home, Lorenzo's family attacked the woodsy land with immense fire. Declan was just a small toddler, like his dad was when the giant's attacked his family, which struck Lorenzo as deja vu. Declan was in danger, though, with the blazing fires running towards him, which burned his left leg from the knee down. Lorenzo and Patricia fled with Declan tight in their arms, with all their money, leaving everything else to burn in flames. They supplied enough money for a plane ride to France which they intended to do anyways, and made it possible to only save enough money for two whole months, not even.

Finally reaching his teenage stages, Declan grew up to be very studious and reclusive. Mostly because of his giant's blood which led everyone to believe he was a monstrous character waiting to bully or, rather, step on them. But Declan is far away from a bully and more of a deep and emotional person. He went through the years wanting to find love, and now he thought he hit it. But not quite. Leanne was a very graceful muggle, and fancied Declan much. Soon, Declan caught feelings for her and she showed more feelings for him, then he did for her. They started to see each other a lot, but never really got to find a strong connection. So Declan stopped calling her and closing all connections, but did manage to tell Leanne that it was just not working. Leanne was very very heartbroken, and soon grew anger towards her former love of her life, Declan. She wanted to get rid of him and such that she started to threaten him, and even sent out two hit men to kill him. Which almost killed Declan if it weren't for his best friend, Cole, who was also a wizard and used the 'Avada Kedavra' spell on them, which Declan was too worried to use in defense. That was it for Declan and love for a while. Since he was too afraid to think of what might happen in the future with love. When Declan reached the age of seventeen, he was lonely. His life was filled with his male friends and drinking champagne. It wasn't the delight of his life, and he wanted a girl in his life. But remembering what happened when he was just fifteen, made him rethink about getting into a relationship so quickly like before. And now his dad wanted to send him to Beauxbatons Academy so that he could advance in his wizarding education. Which left some hope for Declan and to be in love with a trusting witch. But witch or not, girls are all the same to him.

SAMPLE RP
If anyone were to ask Declan Fabiano why he wasn't in love with Leanne, no one would get a definite-straight answer. Whether it was when they were both thirteen going through stages of tough puberty, when they met. Or maybe it was later in time when they were both exactly fifteen when they met. Declan had no clue, but was sure, for some odd reason his interest and emotional connection with Leanne vanished. It was terrifying to say the least, that Declan once had a real bond with Leanne. Since from then, Leanne seemed a bit normal. But now she was all the different and a huge bad influence on Declan. Mostly because she started to get him into the influence to drink mounts and mounts of wine, 'till he was practically drunken. Just the mere thought of her actually kissing him compassionately was a disgust to his mind. But the look of it didn't bother him, because he still held the attraction he had for her. Leanne's mind, though, was unlike Declan and couldn't ever meet his expectations of what he thought to be his dream girl. Leanne, however, was Declan's dream girl from her appearance, but not in the state of her mind. She distracted him from his magic and made it harder to practice without her actually knowing anything suspicious. Leanne also made it harder for Declan to actually get his point across whenever he speaks, which is usually pithy and demanding. Leanne thought of it as a waste of his breath and her time. Leanne was definitely not Declan's thought of his type of girl. And soon after breaking her heart, Declan realized he was in a great deal of trouble.

Seated on his bed, a pair of old earphones pulled over his mused locks, it took him a few moments to realize that the phone on his table was vibrating. Immediately, he was on his feet, pushing the earphones to his neck and placing the mobile to his ear. Declan looked at the number and realized it was the emergency ringtone, and noticed his best friend's name, Cole. "Cole, what's wrong?" After all their years of friendship, deciphering the pain in his voice was as simple as breathing and it hurt as much as being hit in the stomach. "Why should i stay inside the house?...What danger?...Hit men? Are you serious?" Declan exclaimed over the phone. As soon as the line went dead, he found himself with a frown across his lips, brow knitted in obvious anger. It was always like this for him and love and though he loved sharing an experience with a girl, this was going to far after breaking one small heart he simple didn't want from the start. All he wanted was for her to understand him, and where he was coming from. Because she didn't it drove him to anger and made him forget his sweet side. He wanted to go out and find the hit men, and bribe them to do whatever they were going to do to him, but do that to Leanne just to please him. But of course, Declan had a fear in his gut with Leanne and the hit-men coming out to get him. He knew from experience before that Leanne was a very crazy girl and will do anything to an extent to get what she wants. And Declan knew she wants him dead for breaking her heart.

Relieved that Leanne wasn't a witch and couldn't cast an 'Avada Kedavra' spell on him, Declan jumped at the sound of the doorbell ring. He looked through the peephole and noticed it was Cole. Quickly, Declan let him in and closed the door hard and double-locked it. Cole wondered where his parents were and if they knew about the situation. Declan answered, "My rents are out. And no, they don't." He was surely frightened now. Even though Declan's weight and height probably was twice as immense as the hit men, they might have guns which can easily kill him. Though, he knew his magical abilities and of his powers. He knew he could easily kill them off, just to save himself and now, his friend Cole. "Man, why did you come here? You wanna get killed too!?" Declan exclaimed. Suddenly there were a mix of heavy voices behind the door, and detailed discussion. Declan and Cole hurried away from the door and without a second thought they ran. But were too late. The hit-men were here and knocking down the door. Cole stopped Declan. "What the hell are you doing!?" Declan exclaimed to Cole as they stopped dead at the doorway just looking at the pounding door. When Cole was about to answer, the door broke down and the hit men made a defending entrance with guns in their hands. One of the more buff of the hit men was holding a huge ample gun pointing directly at Declan's head. Out of worry, Cole took out his wand and shouted the 'Avada Kedavra' spell at the two men. They then dropped dead on the floor lifeless. Cole and Declan were both in shock of the whole sight that went by so quick. They were unable to make words out of it. Declan was unable to realize what his life of romance would take him into near the future.

You'll do very well in Rouerie!

[jenner]

FIRST NAME: Jenner.
LAST NAME: Rose.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

She's sociable, really. Just because she doesn't have a grand ballroom of friends like those purebloods doesn't mean she isn't sociable and crawls up in her room day after day to sit alone. Nor does she have a problem with making friends, either, at least not on her part. She's just as outgoing as they can be, her remarks just tend to turn some away. Her personality is so strong and demanding that many choose to ignore it. Still, it doesn't mean she's friendless, just that the majority doesn't mesh well with her personality, along with her tendency to dramatize what she talks about. Though, no one can really blame her on that part, it seems to just be a feminine quality peeking through.

Though, her pride can be one to turn someone away. From what she's heard, it tends to send off a self-righteous sense to others, which she wonders from time to time if she actually can be, before shrugging the idea off. Whenever that possibility crosses her mind, she tends to settle with the fact that people are turned off by her certainty of her own personality, while so many are unsure of their own. Even if she'll listen to someone else's opinions, she can be rather overbearing with her own to a minor extent. She'll usually stick with something once she's gotten her mind set on it, usually being a small thing, such as finding out about a snippet of gossip or the source of something. Her goals are never very broad ranged.

If there's anything Jenner dislikes more, it's the nerve of someone to be deceitful, and it won't take long to get on her bad side if someone is being such. Her temper to be annoyed is a bit short fused. Cheating, dishonesty, unfairness, it all runs together, all roots of the same tree, isn't it? At least to her, it is. She's generally smart, but her views of the world are a bit sheltered. For the most part, she's open minded to hearing different things, but she won't settle without letting her own get across. It's probably she'll elaborate on her thoughts, but she's usually very blunt with her words, as well as how known her views on how liars are. It isn't as if she's a a Rose for nothing.She knows her views aren't the most modernized as some, even if they're a bit advanced in other areas. In a way, her mindset is just a box, waiting to be dusted off and polished.

The attitude she carries is far too obvious about her character, showing very easily how little she cares about things. Instead of dealing with reality, Jenner is often found lost in her own world, captivated by other things in life, such as animals or nature. It isn't questionable that one of her favorite pasttimes is to sit outside and daydream a world of her own. Few serious things worry her, and to be honest, the only things that really plague her mind with panic are completely insignificant, compared to the things that worry others. A late assignment due the next day, a detention she'd forgotten about. Not even the war at hand worries her like these miniscule things, because to be honest, she completely ignores the fact that there is one. Blatantly, she'll turn her mind away from the possibility that there even is one.

The girl knows she'll face her problems head on, unless she's afraid the problem is too big for her to stand up against. Problems large in magnitude tend to go unnoticed by her, the war being one of them, because she doesn't feel she can tackle it. If one were in a war, and the side fighting for her lost, she didn't have any idea what kind of consequences would be paid. To lose the ability to choose whatever she likes is something she chooses not to comprehend. And in return, she turns her back on it, pretending as if the problem itself didn't exist.

HISTORY:

Helena is in a hospital, the pain evident on her face. The pains of labor are coming quicker and faster now, as she grips her husband's hand tighter and tighter with the passing of time. The time is slowly passing by, but she knows it shouldn't be long now before holding the baby. The firstborn. Her firstborn. Walter encourages her, whispering, and she thanks the heavens for him. It isn't easy for him, she knows. To have to hear of the world he never knew existed, the world she belongs to, Helena feared he was going to leave her, but no. He hadn't, he isn't, and now he sits here as calm as if nothing happened.

He doesn't plague her with his concern or worries about this new world, no questions about it, no worries that their child may belong to the same world, but offering her nothing but soothing words as she cries from the pain. Helena's breathing becomes more erratic until she hears the piercing scream fill the air filling her with relief, the sound so melodious Helena begins to let out of her own cries alongside the smaller, weaker one, with two very different reasons of the two. One from joy and relief, one from need. But she continues, crying in unison with the cry of her child.


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"Are you going to give me my present now?" Jenner demands, with a pout on her face, crawling into her mother's lap. It's her sixth birthday today, and she believes she's been more than patient with waiting for her gift. Her tiny voice can hold the room, something Jenner knows already, even with her early age. It doesn't take much for her to capture someone's attention. The girl from the playground thinks its funny to still act this way with her parents, but that girl likes to act like she's much older than she is, and Jenner doesn't really believe she likes her anyways. Ignoring the flashbacks of remarks from the girl, Jenner keeps herself positioned in her father's lap as he twirls a finger around her hair.

She looks up expectantly at her mother standing at the door, who smiles at her broadly. "You're going to have a younger brother or sister, love." The room is silent, waiting for Jenner's response. Jenner may only be six, but she knows what this means. She hesitantly crawls out of her father's lap and walks over to her mother, and places her hand on her mother's stomach. "She's in here." she states plainly, looking up to see her mother nod. For a moment, she pauses, before asking, "Is that it?"

The comment makes her parents laugh, before shaking their heads. Jenner finally realizes her mother is removing her hands from behind her back. Her eyes widen in excitement as she lets out a squeal of excitement at the small puppy her mother holds. Before she knows anything has happened, her mother lets out a gasp at the presence of the animal's newly present blue ears. Jenner's eyes widen, but just as expected, Jenn's interest immediately wanes to the small animal now playing with her in the floor. "His name is Bo." she says absently, giggling as he licks her face. She shows them her appreciation for the animal by her immediate dedication to him, promising she'll take good care of him, and Jenner will. She ignores their stares of his blue ears, but does nothing about it but pet the beautiful animal that's now hers. His ears will stay blue for now, she decides, she will ask questions later.


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"It's okay if you don't get the House you want," her mother advises, fixing her collar as she keeps hold of her things. Jenner sighs, nodding along, wondering how homesick she's going to be while she goes off to Beauxbatons. Just as always, her mother reminds her that she'll be home before she knows it. Back to her animals, and most of all Bo. The collection has extended vastly since she received Bo, just as her family is. Jenner stares down at her mother's large belly at the thought, giving it a final rub before heading through the platform.


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By the time she's arrived, Jenner's nerves have settled slightly. She stands beside a girl she's just met on the carriage, and the two are equally hopeful about what House they're going to be placed in. Within minutes, Jenner hears her name called, and she nervously approaches the seat as the hat is placed on her head. It takes barely a moment before she hears it call out her house, setting her fate and second home for the next several years of her life. Jenner won't say she's displeased with the decision, either, as she is greeted with the warm smiles and applause of her new housemates.

She can't wait to go write a letter to her parents, telling them about her new House, and, of course, ask about Bo and the others.


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Jenner is greeted by her pets, all of them. All the animals she's sheltered with her over the years are all noisily greeting her. She feels their fur and hears their noise, soaking it in with pleasure. Nothing can brighten her mood even more than they can. Even the fact that she's leaving for her first years, she knows she'll always have the animals she's nurtured over the years to come back to, just like her family. The animals depend on her, making her all the more eager to get back home.

RP SAMPLE:

Drinks? Check. Food? Check, though Jenner doubted that was going to get eaten unless someone got the intoxicated munchies. By the time she had gotten halfway through the list, which wasn’t very long, Jenner threw the list to the side, determined not to finish. Besides, she had found herself too bored with it to continue, not when she had much more entertaining matters she had to deal with in front of her. Honestly, with all these things she was busy checking off to see if she hadn’t missed anything in preparation for the party, why would she bother finishing when she could be busy using said things? It wasn’t that anyone would really do much with anything except the drinks, so she might as well take her time to dabble with all. A personal sort of checklist. It seemed like everything important was here, anyways.

Most of these things were for herself and her friends, anyways. She’d let almost everyone coming know that their hope for fun would be reliant on their ability to bring their own things.

The flyers had been going about for almost a week when Jenner had decided she’d had enough promotion and confirmed guests to buy the food and whatnot. Friends had aided in getting their personal group their own little bits of things, leaving Jenner with no real worries anymore other than to wait the party out, and see who showed up. Sure, she had been to many parties, but the only real party-throwers that she knew of (and was really invited to, honestly) had been older students, who had thrown just one big smash the year before.

She stared among the people, feeling a small elation that they showed up, and grabbed her own drink. Mostly people from her own house were there, seeing as how it was their domain and though others were capable of coming, they had to have been invited, but Jenner did spot a few others. Then again, she hadn’t been there long and was only in a part of the Common Room, so she didn’t bother really searching for who had showed up. It didn’t really matter. A party was a party, and all she really cared about was her and Darla being there. Everyone who was there would find their own crowd, mingle, do their own thing, just as Jenner planned on doing as she sifted through the crowd, seeking out her friends.

She doesn't have the standards of a Rouerie student, nor Cossu, then I'm thinking Sournois will help you to achieve your goals.

[mercydeamor]

// DICIASSETTE // 17 // DIX-SEPT // XVII // SEVENTEEN //
Mercenary Evan Lynch
// MALE // ADOPTED // IRISH&ITALIAN // CANADA // ROUERIE //

[COLIN MORGAN]

HISTORY/FAMILY

[/i] a wizard. Though, nobody found this out until after his letter arrived.
When he was smaller, he happened upon a dictionary. Then a newspaper, a novel, and so on. Words have always been in his life, and his enthusiasm for them only gets more powerful. Semiotics tend to occupy a great deal of his brain space and free time. It is no wonder that he writes ceaselessly.
Also, Evan has never not been tortured or badgered by his older sister. There are anger issues that boil within her that have never gotten resolved, not even when their mothers sent her to a therapist for a year. In fact, the ordeal seems to have only increased her rage toward doctors. The fact that he had considered becoming one at the time did not help their relationship.
However, his bond with both of his mothers has always been loving. It has been a little distant as they didn't know how to "raise a man" and decided before they really tried that they could never really understand any male. Still, they care and support him.
It seems to be a theme in his life - females he doesn't click with. Every single one of his girlfriends [five] has cheated on him and taken advantage of his nature, and every time he hasn't understood why. He wonders if another female in his life is really something he needs.
He has lived in different territories of Canada for the majority of his life, except for a brief stint in France. It all has to do with the muggle work of one of his mothers, Albany. His other mother, Courtesy [aka Kurt/Court], simply finds work as a part-time tattoo artist and piercer wherever they relocate. Meanwhile, it has only furthered his sister's rage at every move, and living anywhere in Canada disgusts her. She currently lives far away in New Zealand working in magic, which works out well for Evan.
There are many other sections of Evan's history, too tedious or secret to divulge. From his various and many awards in literature and grades to hidden hobbies to odd injuries. In fact, there are many things about himself and his life that Evan would never tell another living soul.[/font][/color][/ul]
PERSONALITY

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SAMPLE

[/i]? The roaring voice of Ira exploded in his head, boiled behind his eyes. Merlin, he was crying again. He needed to stop that - now. His nostrils shifted with a small sniff. Then Evan sighed, his chest largely rising and falling.
"Somewhere over the rainbow..." he sang himself to sleep.[/font][/color][/ul][/blockquote]

His dominant traits tell me it must be Rouerie.