Sorting (Term Sixteen)

[althea]

FIRST NAME: Althea.
LAST NAME: Breighton.
AGE: Seventeen.

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:

POISED. Althea is the kind of girl that knows when to turn the charm on and when to use it to the best of her ability. She is French after all and not many people who are of that kind of grand stature act like infamous dolts. Instead of going on like a babbling idiot, Thea knows what to say at the right moment and how to say it. Her movements are always very subtle and when she does something, you are almost looking at her as if she was a piece of art. She’s graceful and she doesn’t care how perfect she can come off. Thea has tried to become more human and less perfect but that’s something that will come in time.

PROTECTIVE. If you have lived a life like she has, you will understand where her protective nature come into play. Althea never used to be protective over her friends and family but when her old friends betrayed her trust, things became very different. She stopped thinking that there was any niceness left in the world and she will make sure that nothing happens to her loved ones at all costs. Instead, if she has a problem with the world, she will deal with it by herself rather then allowing someone else to feel her pain.

OUTCAST. She’s new to Hogwarts and though she was used to being part of huge crowds at her old school, she’s very mellow now and likes to avoid big crowds. Thea likes knowing that she’s taken the back seat and is able to live life like never before. Part of the reason, she prefers being by herself for a majority of the time is because she’s afraid someone will find out about her status in the muggle world and what kind of blood that runs through her veins.

SMART. Thea may seem like a sl*t but she is really far from it. She is into the arts and would love to take up a later career in which she can read, paint, draw, and anything else that is artistic. There is also a part of her that holds a high respect for people that know how to carry themselves and have that intellectual side to them. Sure she can like guys that are total meat heads but she’d eventually get tired of them, simply for the fact that she will never be able to carry on a conversation with them.

DEFENSIVE. Althea is not the kind of person that you want to call out. Usually she can handle most criticism after living with parents such as hers but never think of calling her out and saying that she never does her job or doesn’t do it well. She will snap and will probably cuss you out to the point of no return. She doesn’t get mad easily but once she starts her tangent, it can be very hard to calm her down because of how defensive she can actually get but she will try and keep some shred of dignity.

DOWNPLAYED. Many people think that just because she’s a girl that she is a liability. Althea hates being typecast in that general role and though she tries to ignore it, she often comes out more confused in the end. It’s like if someone says that she is slow, she will try so hard to prove them wrong, that she turns out being exactly like that. With that in mind, she can be easily swayed out of doing things if she isn’t careful enough. People who recognize this weakness in her, usually can easily manipulate her but she’s getting better at controlling that side of her and making a self a reliable being

PASSIONATE. Thea has always been a very kind and passionate person. She likes to express herself through any kind of art, special ability, or even her seduction. She’s like your resident Casanova because she’s a smooth talker and jaw dropper mixed all into one. She’s the kind of girl that any guy would love to take home to mom because she can just about make any situation work for her, even if it comes to her under the worst of situations but that’s besides the point. The emotions that exude her body as she does something that she loves is rather immense but then again, would you expect a girl like her to take the backseat in life?

TOUGH. French girls are supposed to be fairly calm and very well mannered. Althea can be like that but she houses a separate entity with her tiny petite form. She is very agile and very quick on her feet and doesn’t take anyone’s crap. She’s above that kind of stuff and after all that she has seen, she has become somewhat of an expert on what to do in a dangerous situation. You could punch her, you could kick her but she’d do the same right back. She will jump into a fight without thinking, especially if she is pushed to the point of no return, which can be often if her friends or family is involved. Still. Most people think she is weak because she is a girl but don’t let her fool you. She’d rip your eyeballs out if you crossed her….well maybe not that sadistic but she’d get her revenge in some shape or form.

HISTORY:

The party had gone extremely well but it was nearly over and the question still lingered on the tip of his tongue. He had waited for months for this particular moment and though his family was against it – Pierre Breighton couldn’t deny the urges of his heart. For months now, he had been seeing the lowly Annabelle Riviera behind closed doors and the affair was only something that was causing his family to lose faith within him.

Everyone knew that the Riviera’s were as pure as could be but they were also a fallen elitist family. Their opinion on any subject matter was always overlooked and they had only been allowed to attend tonight’s dinner as a conversation piece. They were a joke, mere disgrace, and they were classified as the charity case of their tight knit community.

“Everyone I would like your attention, please.” Pierre stated as he took up two fresh glasses of wine in his hand and moved slowly across the elegant room. Within this moment, the entire room slowed to a halt and everyone turned their attention to the young man. “Annabelle…and I…we are getting married and I wanted to make it official…here tonight.” The entire room began to murmur and the Breighton’s looked at their son with forged approval. They kept their opinions quiet, at least the b**tard was marrying a pureblood, it could be way worse. Way worse.

From there, the bashful girl of only eighteen took the ring of her newly acquired fiancé and her family celebrated. They would find themselves once again amongst the most important and their world would never be the same. The party continued, whispers shot through the crowded hall, and everyone was left in shock.

“What is he thinking? He does know of her families past, yes?” was the question that loitered on everyone’s tongue.

--

“We have a problem.” The displeasure was clearly written across her face as she cornered the trusted assistant of her husband. Assistant wasn’t the proper word to describe him but he was more so the butler of their household. He was fairly young, possibly the same age as Annabelle and his dashing looks were enough to break apart any sacred act of marriage. “Apparently I’m pregnant…Pierre will be coming back in three days time and I plan to pass it off as his. I can’t lose any of what I’ve managed to achieve and you must pack your things and leave.”

Her statement was bold but she made her case.

“Why can’t we both swear to keep it a secret? I really need this job, Annabelle.” The boy’s tone rose with panic and he immediately began pacing back and forth. “Please? I beg of you?”

“You will gather your things and you will leave.” she sharply interjected as she looked down at the ground. She wasn’t ashamed in the slightest but she wouldn’t have this man ruining her perfect stature. “I’ve told my father, he has agreed to give you enough money that will last until you find another way to sustain yourself. I’m sorry but I just can’t have you here…if this ever got out….or if Pierre was to find about his child not being of pure – then he’d surely have us both taken out.”

She turned from him, giving a curt nod over her shoulder and beckoned him farewell.

--

“No….I don’t like that name.” he said not faltering in his decision to obliterate that unruly name. “I think that Althea works perfectly, she would be named after my great grandmother.” laughed the man as he cradled his baby girl in his arms and smiled down at her sweetly. His wife was sitting across the room and it was evident that she was growing weary of them both.

“It’s a stupid name to be honest but I think your right – it would probably fit her well…especially knowing just how much your great grandmother was coddled.” Annabelle interjected. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t care about the baby’s name. She had given him a child and she would focus her attention elsewhere. It was already becoming apparent that her needs were going to be neglected due the coming of their child but she couldn’t complain. Her plan had sufficed and she would able to live her life lavishly and expect the same for her family.

--

“You hardly talk to her Annabelle…maybe you could at least try and act like she’s your daughter?” His words were harsh and she immediately gaped at him. Shaking her head, she brought her hand to her temple and sighed.

“Don’t you ever say that I treat her bad, Pierre! She is my daughter after all.” Her voice was shrill and from that moment, she felt like her position in the family was threatened. Stepping up her guard, she pushed her husband further away and concentrated solely on her daughter. They might have grown apart over the past few months but he still loved his wife, and she wasn’t ready to call it quits.

--

“Dad!” she screamed as she ran barefoot through her home and quickly stopped as soon as her mother came around the corner and gave her the look to settle down. “Where is Dad? It finally came!” she pronounced, completely proud of this moment and her overly ambitious actions were a testament to that. Pulling her hands to her chest, giving a toothy grin, she nearly peed her pants and again her mother gave a discouraging look.

“I don’t know why you are so proud, Althea. If you only knew how many kids get those letters.” Annabelle shot the disheartening news to her daughter, causing her smile to fall.

Immediately after, Pierre came running around the corner with an extravagant grin playing on his masculine features. “What is it?” he asked, secretly already knowing what his daughter was once proud of.

“I got into Beauxbatons!” she lit up like a Christmas tree and went to hug him. She distanced herself from her mother over the years but it was because they couldn’t have a conversation with her insulting her. “I can’t wait to be able to see my cousins all the time! It’s going to be so much fun.” Squealed the eleven year old and her father instantly frowned at the mention of her cousins. They had grown up extremely close and now he had to tell her the bad news about their acceptance into another school.

“Hunny, they shall be attending Durmstrang but I think you’ll be well liked and easily make new friends…” he started but was quickly finding the conversation controlled by Thea.

“Uh nooo! Andrei said that he was going to Beaux…” She found herself instantly hushed as her father placed her finger on her lips.

“You can see your cousins during the summer, for now…how about we go buy you something to celebrate your acceptance.” he bribed her and she screamed gleefully as she ran to her room to get ready for the day with her father. Normally, he was working for the French Ministry and doing so while having a rather successful branding firm. So their time able together had become quite limited.

RP SAMPLE:

She hated the cold. It was apparent by the massive sweater and the heavy coat that rested over her slender frame but this was a necessity. Sonja had told her that it wasn’t really needed but Althea wanted to laugh and then punch her. She didn’t know what drove her to feel such a disdain towards one of her only friends here but she felt it was needed. In France, she would have never been out lounging in the frigid cold but instead would be at some local café sipping on a fabulous cup of coffee. Oh God. That sounded so good right now but as her eyes scanned the windows of a local coffee shop down the road from her, she saw a group girls sneering at her and laughing. She couldn’t be sure of this but it was the only logical choice when they pointed fingers at you and laughed. They weren’t making fun of another new girl but they were making fun of her. She didn’t know what she had done this time and with that she muttered under her breath.

They were probably talking about that day that marked her week anniversary here and that day that had embarrassed the total s**t out of her. The day in which she went to see her friend perform and he kissed her up on stage. It had all started out good and he had picked out a really good song that he dedicated to her but then that fxcking kiss happened. At first, she was in awe that it had happened because he knew of her trivial search for that man in the devilish mask but he did it anyways. Althea didn’t know if it was done purposely or if it was done in the spur of the moment but it didn’t matter. What did matter was that he had done it and left her up there before she respond to it.

She felt the eyes many students burning into her flesh and though people were cheering, laughing, and pushing them on, she didn’t understand how it had all went down. Plus why did he leave? That’s what really upset her and as she thought about how she would react as she laid in bed, she knew it wasn’t a bad thing. In truth, she liked kissing him and if she would have been given the proper chance, she would have willing kissed him again. With that she zoned out and shook her head as Sonja skated past her and waved her in. No. She was not going to skate....she was going to be a happy camper, sit here and think in the cold, and scowl at the group of the girls over at the coffee shop. That was her plan for the day and the raven haired girl would have to accept that.

Holding her breath, Thea’s green hues took sight of the blonde girl sitting in the shop and tried to put a name with her face. She knew Edward had said that it was his sister and though her name should have been, ‘b*tch,’ she knew that wasn’t it. Giving up on remembering, she watched her harsh movements and took that heart. It was strange behavior for a girl and it reminded her of those movements made by those men in the woods. Glaring at her, she made a mental note to keep that close with her and as glanced back out to the ice, it was then that she saw him. It was Edward who had skated past her but he didn’t see her. Making up her mind, she pushed the fear of skating out of her thoughts and sat down on this stone surface. Kicking off her boots and picking up the rented skates she laced them up and headed towards the ice.

Though she never skated before, she knew it couldn’t be that hard and with that she stepped out onto the ice and almost fell over. Wobbling back and forth, she held her hands out around her to keep her safe if it was needed. This couldn’t have been a good idea because her heart was beating so fast and the fear of falling down scared the hell out of her. Holding her breath, she tried scanning the crowd for him but she saw nothing. Panicking, as someone yelled at her and told her to get out of the way if she wasn’t going to skate, Thea tried moving but her movements came in harsh kicks against the ice. Seconds later, she was caught off guard as someone drove right into her, causing her to lose balance and take a dive towards the ground.

She didn’t even try to pick herself up and instead, she just laid there on the ice bed on her back and cursed to herself. Everything about this was so dangerous and she found herself hating it. Her feet where in massive pain and before she died, all she wanted to do was tell Edward something and it looked like it might never happen.

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COSSU!

[cooper]

First Name:
Cooper Scotty

Last Name:
Benton

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Cooper was not the child Victor and Vivian Benton were hoping to have. the happy couple already had twin girls and they were hoping for more girls. Now they had a baby boy?! Well, as horrid as it sounds, they gave the baby up for adoption in England, far from their Welsh home.

It was not easy growing up in an orphanage when you are a seer. Having to see things you didn't want to see. The future of your family. The family that didn't want you because you were not a girl. When the boy was old enough to walk around and talk, even understand the world around him, he changed his last name to the one of the orphanage. Cooper Scotty wanted nothing to do with his birth family. This was how a happy bright person became rather cold and feeling alone.

He made himself seem horrid so no one would adopt him. The blond haired boy did not want to go through the feeling of not being accepted again. A family not wanting him. He lived his life like this until he was able to leave the orphanage. It was the day he was accepted to BB. At first he refused, knowing his sisters were at the school because of his visions. Now he wants to go. He wants to know if they truly wanted him or if they were like his birth parents, stupid.

Personality:
Cooper Scotty can be a bright and full of life guy. Though because of his past, the boy tends to shut people out that try to get close to him. Sometimes you'll see the sweeter side pop out, but most he's just quiet and keeps to himself. You'll find that it takes a lot before he can trust someone since he has major trust issues as well as abandonment issues as well. The one thing the boy does like to do is play his guitar. If he can't open up with words, you'll find it in a song.

Sample RP:
The boy sat in the kitchen on the cool tile floor. It was late and way past the time to be outside of bed roaming the castle. Cooper had a lighter in hand and was turning it on and off. Sometimes he would sit there and just stare into the flame, feeling the warmth of the fire close to his face. Call him a pyromaniac but the fire just made him relax and feel calm.

He was having nightmares again and sleeping was not an option. the dream that caused him to stay away was the same one that has haunted his dreams since the day the blue orbed boy could remember anything. The dream wasn't one he wanted to talk to anybody. So instead he would just sit in the kitchen on these late nights and play with fire.

A heavy sigh left his soft lips. The night sky was growing darker and darker. Sooner or later he would have to go back and crawl into his bed. That was something he didn't want to do but felt like he had too. Cooper shoved the lighter under the cabinet and pushed himself off the floor. He took one final look around before the boy could make his way out of the room.

Why do all the SOURNOIS boys look so lush?

[zona]

First Name:
AriZona-Lynn

Middle Name:
Alysabeth

Last Name:
Scott

Age:
seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Zona-Lynn grew up in a boring house. Not to mention it was super corny too. The girl never figured out how her older sister made it out alive. With her parents weirdness, you could always find her up north at her grandparents' farm house. Before her time at going to BB, it was how she kept sane. It was that or dancing.

When Zona-Lynn turned four her parents got her into a dancing class. Since her oldest sister, Wendy, never liked it, they thought they would try to get Zona into it. It was the parents' dream to have a kid that loved dancing. They just never knew Zona would be that kid. The parents also didn't know that their youngest daughter would do anything to get away from them even if they claimed they loved her.

Personality:
For zona only being 4"11 she has a big ego and a heart of gold. She's friendly tries to be nice to everyone. Though don't let this fool you for her being a goody goody. Zona-Lynn she likes to think she can do what she wants and when she wants(but as long as she doesn't break the rules). She's a carefree dancer. If you put an animal in front of her, just except her to want one of her own.

Like everyone, she gets angry. Though for her it takes a bit for it to kick in and it takes just as long for it to leave.

Sample RP:
The wind blew her soft black curls around her face. Clouds were moving at an easy paste in the soft blue sky, sometimes blocking that bright yellow fire ball's rays for just a few moments. For some reason all this made the grass look a more lush green than the one that is deprived of water. Today was indeed a beautiful day. One that should not be spent indoors but rather outside. Arizona, pushed the curls back as she tossed her purple and gray throw back up on her shoulders. There was no way in hell that the girl was going to be tracked inside when it was so gorgeous outside. Days like this made her think of her grandma's farm back home.

The girl in the orange stripped shirt was looking for a quiet place to sit. She didn't care if people were around but she did care if there was crazy screaming going around. That was something she did not want to deal with and it easily could ruin her day and we don't want that now. Seeing a spot that was out int the open where you could see the lake and the very edge of the forest, the girl laid the throw on the ground and slipped her messenger back off of her other shoulder. It was full of all her homework, the homework she didn't really feel like doing. But she wasn't going to tell anybody that. So instead, Arizona took her seat on the blanket like next to her bag.

Miss Zona moved the bag so she could get more comfortable. Her arms were behind her holding her up while her long legs were bent up so she could hold her magazine up and be able to read it. After just a few minutes of that, the owner of the big almond eyes dropped her arms and let her upper body fall while at the same time, her legs became straight. The clouds were still moving at a good paste. One where you can still watch the fluffy pillows in the sky without want to fall asleep or getting bored.

This was something her grandma did with her all the time when she would spend weeks with her. Just laying under the sky brought the good memories back and helped her relax. A sigh escaped her lips as she kept watching the clouds float by and trying to guess their shapes..

I'm thinkin' ROUERIE!

[wolfgirl]

NAME: Farrah
SURNAME: Almonayed
NICKNAME: Pixie
AGE: 16
ETHNICITY: Arabic
BLOOD: Lycanthrope
FORMS: White wolf, Raven
APPEARANCE: Waist-long, black hair. Dark-brown eyes. A face that doesn't turn heads, but does have a certain charm to it when you look closer. Tall and thin. A little bit uncomfortable about herself.
HISTORY: Pixie was born, along with her twin sister, on a stormy night on March 24th, 1994 to the proud parents, who were close cousins with the King. She had an older brother, Dastan, who disappeared with her twin sister Ismihan on an attack at her family, when Pixie and Ismihan were both 13 years old. Pixie always wondered why she got left behind. She never believed that they ran away; she knew her sister well enough to know that only by kidnapping she would be forced to leave Pixie. From that time on, her father found it necessary to teach Pixie self-defence. Now, she is able to use sword, bow and two sabres at once better than many men in Saudi Arabia.
PERSONALITY: Pixie used to be a cheerful, happy child before the disappearance of her sister and brother. Then she completely changed. Her parents were under the impression that dark forces had caught onto their child. She is now quiet, self-preservative, with great attraction to the Dark Arts. She enjoys to explore new things, switch between dimensions, and is a hard worker when it comes to the improvement of her magical skill. She rarely opens up. She thinks of love as of a thing necessary to life, but hard to handle with. She has great empathy of other people's problems, but rarely chooses to show it. Her Totem Animal is the wolf: the teacher. Her greatest ambition is to become so powerful to be able to hurt everyone who has hurt her and/or her family.
SAMPLE RP: The dark, stormy night seemed as though it was never to stop. The wind was blowing wildly, pulling trees out of the ground, making it insecure for anyone to be outside. Even for skilled wizards and lycanthropes. A sudden strike of lightning made night look like day. The sound of thunder that followed up scared the few crows that were still outside, looking like they were daring the night to seal their demise. The rain was falling heavily, pouring like never before. The night seemed never to be over. Like the people in this small village were never about to see daylight again.
Pixie was lying in her room on her bed, relaxing her muscles. She was about to float in time and space. She knew that it was very dangerous to go to an astral travel on such a night, but she loved adventures. Even if this one could be her last.
She concentrated onto her breathing, letting all other thoughts disappear, forbidding them to form in the first place. Soon she was in a sort of trance. She could feel vibrations all over her body, distracting her. But she was a skilled astral traveler. She knew the vibrations were nothing but the introduction into the astral dimension. She was floating now. Every single part of her was in air. She opened up her eyes, slowly, not to distract herself and have to reunite with her physical body again.
She could see everything, though differently than in the physical world. Now she could see 360 degrees around herself. That often made her dizzy, but not this time. She decided to look for her lost siblings this way, as she could move with uncontrollable speed and also be invisible to physical beings. Stopping to think about where to look first, her look fell onto her physical body. It looked like it was dead. Creepy, but necessary. She thanked God that her parents didn't know about her little trips to other dimensions. Before she even finished her thought, her mother came into the room and seeing her body lying motionlessly, screamed in terror. Pixie sighed and went back.
“Mom,“ she said when she had reunited with her body. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” repeated her mother in hysterical whisper. “You looked like you were dead over there!”
“But I wasn’t. I was just meditating. What brought you here anyway?” she asked in her monotonous, apathical voice.
“You got a letter from the Beauxbatons Academy. This is going to interest you.”
“Yeah?” Pixie didn’t seem convinced. She had gone through a hell of a life. Why would this be any better? Could such an offer enlighten her, as she thought, pitch-black soul? Well, she would have to see on her own.

Before I can sort you you need to change your name to Pixie Almonayed or Farrah Almonayed. If you do not how to do that please PM me and I can tell you how step by step. Also, your biography is a little bit off. You need more detail in it like how she grew up and more about her family then I can sort you, love.

Remember, weapons such as swords, etc. are not allowed to be used on this site.
I believe you shalt become a SOURNOIS.[/color][/size]

[kalima]

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

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

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

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

LIKES:

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

DISLIKES:

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

FEARS:

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

SECRETS:

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

DREAMS:

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

THEME SONGS:

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

WAND:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

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

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

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

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[winnied]

FIRST NAME: Winnie Margaret.
LAST NAME: Dupont.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:

“Oh Winnie, that water’s freezing. What on earth do you think you’re doing?” But really, she doesn’t second guess what she’s doing. Fully-clothed, bright yellow stockings, pink shorts, orange shirt and all. Truth be told, she had never really thought much about it. So, why’d she do it? Because it had seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s how she lives her life, she’s unpredictable and likes it that way. Why live life without ever taking a few risks. She’s odd, for getting into the water anyway. But that’s the way she likes it. Winnie likes being an individual, she’s determined to be different. Sometimes in an endearing way, you might be able to say. She’s got an oddly, perky way of presenting herself. As if it’s completely normal to be in that water, as if she doesn’t know any better, really. But does she not know any better? No, that’s not the case. She’s not clouded with stupidity, far from it, however she enjoys doing things her own way. It doesn’t matter that others might raise their brows, or shake their heads, she smiles in that pixie-like way, and lets them believe what they want. Is there a reason she wants to be someone unforgettable, someone that people smile at? Of course, and it has largely to do with her family life. She prefers not to think on it too long, it’s too difficult. Her sister was always the star, the one up in lights, and she was simply tossed to the side. It makes sense, that she should be so forward and unconventional. It’s her way of making up for the fact that she’s not as important as her sister. It’s her way of being different, just as she has all her life. She doesn’t want to be the other Dupont, she simply wants to be Winnie, and in being her own person she’s doing just that. Proving that she just doesn’t want to be anyone else.

She’s ignorant to the dangers of the world, and prefers to keep it that way. Win was sheltered from the life in the spotlight, unlike her older sister, Scout. And from that point onwards, she sheltered herself. She likes to think the world’s a good place, that there’s no war. Oddly enough, even in Australia, she knew of the war. She’d heard stories, but nothing could bring Winnie to truly believe any of it. Because, somehow, if she believed in the war it might make it more of a reality. That’s the same with all things in life for Winnie, she likes to ignore it until it becomes an absolutely necessity to pay any attention to it. Child-like, perhaps, and naïve that she would like to believe things are really that good. But with all the people smiling in the world, and all the love, is there really any room for hate, honestly? “Silly girl, you always think the best of people,” a friend murmurs, smoothing out her hair as she cries. Once again, she’s been hurt. She’s sensitive to other’s emotions and vulnerable to hurt, but even in the moment when she should expect deception, she manages to bring forward a little smile and assure everyone that there’s really a good person deep down, if you look far enough.

“What a cutie!” Winnie easily reminds people of a little child, one with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a habbit of wrapping her arms tightly around the first individual to come her way. It’s odd (then again, everything about the girl is an oddity), that she can be so open and loving with those around her. Some might think there’s “layers”, or that she tries to hide herself deep within. This certainly isn’t the case – she wears her heart on her sleeve. Despite the hurt and pain of her past, of being the unwanted daughter, she can easily be herself around peers. It’s around her family that she closes off the most, or mostly around her mother. She tries to be herself around Scout, although they have an odd relationship. She can’t help it, coming from a broken family and all. In general though, Winnie Dupont easily reminds people of a little child, one that bounces around with a little grin. Often she doesn’t understand, why people feel so attached to her, but some have explained it as having a little sister around. She’s not sure how to take that, but most of the time she shrugs it off with good nature. Because, well, that’s how she is.

It’s important to understand that she cares. No, she doesn’t try to win the hearts of those around her with a simple grin and bob of the head. Perhaps it’s the ‘Australian spirit’ she picked up, often performing selfless actions for no other reason than “just because.” Why not, though? People are people, no matter their background. Why not help them along the way? Often it’s to dull her own sub conscious. Show that her life isn’t that bad, not with the problems of others around her. Not to mention the fact that it makes her feel useful, as if someone out there does need her. Her own family never truly needed her, so to think that if she cares and helps enough, she might be able to make a difference.

Winnie likes to keep her mind and body active at time. It keeps her thoughts from wondering from things you’re just not supposed to think of. There’s an unspoken rule. She can be as unpredictable as she wants, and get up to as much mischief as she wants, but she just can’t think of those ‘things.’ Her family, the war, anything that might make her tear up. Crying isn’t good, it’s not a positive reaction. Tears don’t fix things, only actions do. Instead, she prefers to keep herself busy, all the time. Sleep, well, it’s a prolonged thing. On the other hand, why bother sleeping or resting when there’s so much world to see?

“Winnie Dupont, what on earth am I supposed to do with you!” That’s the million dollar question – what can anyone do with her?

HISTORY:

“Who the hell is Winnie Dupont? Any relation to Victoire?” Surprisingly, yes. She’s the younger girl, the one who was always living in her sister’s shadows. Some might roll their eyes and flick her off, she’s nothing compared to Scout. At times she wondered why her parents ever bothered. But, there’s nothing she can truly do to ‘fix’ any of it. Everyone has roots, tied deeply to their family. It just so happens that Winnie comes from a broken family, with a sister who recently retired and won her mother’s heart, a mother who sent her away because she wasn’t really useful, and a father imprisoned. She wasn’t set up with the best start from the beginning. However, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. It’s key to start from the very first moments, to understand the really Winnie Dupont. There’s more to her than just being the sister of a famed actress. So much more.

“It’s another baby girl.” A little girl wailed, as her mother cradled her. A mop of brown hair, and all. She was then to be named Winnie Margaret Dupont. Her sister was already three, but as any sisters did, they bonded as youngsters. Two little girls, holding hands. Never would they have expected the downfall that was to come, not really. They were carefree, loving life. As children they’d often run around outside, giggling and playing. Things should have developed from there, you might think, they should have turned out to be the best of friends. Looking back, Winnie has never been able to work out what exactly it was she did wrong as a child, to cause such a wedge between her relationships with her family. Didn’t she smile enough? Was it because she broke her mother’s favourite pot? Perhaps she tries, these days, to ignore the horrible truths, but the one thought she can’t run from is that perhaps there was a reason her mother loved Scout more. Maybe there was a reason her family had abandoned her, long before she’d been sent away. They were close, as little girls, but Win was never truly close to her parents. The youngest should have been able to curl up on her daddy’s lap, but instead he pushed her away and claimed he was working. If one were to glimpse into her childhood memories, they’d understand this is why she’s determined to be likable, a caring spirit. Because, well, she knows what it’s like to be pushed away, and would wish such a thing upon no one. What she doesn’t know is that, none of it was her fault. Her mother just loved Scout more, it wasn’t something she ever could have prevented. If only she knew as much, the world for her might have been a much better place.

Winnie was ten, when her father was arrested. A tax fraud being the cause, she wasn’t as devastated as she should have been. She’d always distanced herself from her parents, and they’d always pushed her away in every way possible. She didn’t sob, she didn’t try to explain it logically. She accepted it. Sure, people looked at her oddly, but she really didn’t care. Winnie was content to just be a kid, and carry on her normal life. But nothing from that point would be normal. Perhaps it’s important to mention that this was the moment she truly felt the abandonment and separation… As her mother told her she’d be attending a Wizarding Academy in Australia. “Your sister, well, she’s going places… And you’re not, darling.” Win had simply stared at her mother, unable to even show emotion. Tears, they’d never been helpful before. She simply blinked, slammed her door and packed her bags. And off she went, to a small outback Academy for magical folks. Here she would spend the next five years, learning to master her own abilities.

It was a different scene, and at first she struggled to understand them through their accents. She’d been taught English and French, but it was difficult. She adapted, though, and made herself understand. It was in Australia she found a family, her family… The other students, well, she held them close to her heart. Winnie developed into a young woman here, the teacher’s becoming more of a mother than her own had ever been. She heard from her sister, but their relationship would forever be strained. Some asked if she was related to ‘that actress’, to which she’d simply nod and walk off. They didn’t need to know how closely related. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her sister, no… She was proud, that her own sister had succeeded. It was resentment and jealousy, that her sister could lead such a life while she’d been left behind by the few people she should have been able to count on. If she couldn’t rely on her own damn family, then who else did she have?

It was in Australia she developed a love of photography, taking photos of the outback and beautiful scenery the country had to offer. It wasn’t as glamorous as her sister’s career, far from it, but it made her smile and that was enough.

So – what changed? How’d everything happen? Winnie had been walking down a street, casting a glance at a newspaper stand. There, on the front cover, was the news. Her sister’s fiancée had passed away. A little lump had formed in her throat. No, she shouldn’t have cared about a sister that had never really cared for her, and yet… she did. Win couldn’t explain it, so she ignored it. A few weeks later, she received a letter from the mother she hadn’t heard from in over a year. She’d be transferring closer to home, to be near her family, now that they needed her. Win had protested – why should they give a damn all of a sudden? For years she’d just been the other daughter, someone to be tossed aside. And now they expected her to come running home, as if they’d actually missed her? Winnie was old enough, now, to understand that her mother was just trying to use her, trying to make her a player in her little twisted game. She didn’t have a choice, though. Her mother had already handed in the transfer papers. She was taken away from the only ‘family’ she’d ever had, and sent to a new place. Beauxbatons. But, in true Winnie Dupont nature, she went in with a smile on her face for her first year.

RP SAMPLE:

A photograph: a picture pained by the sun without instruction in art. Ambrose Bierse was a true genious, there was no other way to describe it. How she wished her photos could turn out half as wonderful as his. She was learning though, and that was what counted. Perhaps some day she’d be ewually as famous. Maybe. Maybe she’d even be as famous as her older sister? Well, that was a thought to dwell on. Oh, how she loved photography. Holding the camera so close to her, clutching it tightly, getting the right angle, clicking the button. Some could easily find the entire process lengthy and boring. Why did a particular image need to be captured, really? It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as Scout’s career, not anywhere near it. And, of course, it wasn’t an occupation that could bring respect back to the family name. She didn’t enjoy capturing moments for anyone. She didn’t carry around a camera for the sake of it. It was heavy, why would anyone want to lug it around simply for show? No, she did it all for herself. Because, there were some things she just needed to sit back and allow time for herself. It was a hobby, really, but she’d been planning to make a career of it.

Dreams were free, weren’t they?

It was her love of photography, you see, that had brought her back to France. She’d been living in a tent with the other students, just outside Hogwarts. England wasn’t a beautiful place, it had nothing to truly compare to the beauty held by Paris. She’d taken photos of the landscape around Hogwarts, but nothing could amount to the sight of the Eifel tower. Then again, France was nothing compared to Australia. The scenes of the bush, the wildlife, the dry land. She missed all of it, even the heat that was often a sign of summer. Her camera, in fact, had been purchased from a small muggle shop in Sydney. Perhaps if she’d had more time, Winnie might have taken a trip to Australia. Or, she would have if she could have apparated. Beauxbatons were taking a few students back to France using a portkey for the day, so they’d be able to catch up with family and things of the sort. Win’s relationship with her family had always been strained. They didn’t love her, or at least that’s what she’d always believed. The girl hadn’t even thought to stop and write her mother, letting her know she’d be in Paris for the day. That woman was wretched. She’d abandoned her youngest daughter for so long, there was really no reason for Winnie to want to visit her, if all was taken into consideration. Winnie was a loving person by nature, but the subject of her family would always be a sensitive one, with the requirement of others to tread rather lightly. Besides all of this – was it wrong for her to want to spend the day to herself, wondering around and enjoying life?

A little giggle escaped her lips, as she played with her camera bag. (It was hanging around her neck, in its usual bright yellow case.) A small puppy had come from the café door, making its way over to jump on her. Paris was a beautiful city, but the animals she’d seen around had been icing on her cake. “Good boy,” she murmured quietly, a ‘smoochy’ face being made at him. Granted, she’d never really kissed anyone before. Hadrian, maybe, when she’d been younger and given him a quick peck on the side of his cheek. That was different, though. She stroked his fur, before seeing his owner coming back out of the little café. “Off you go, darling,” she told him, kissing the top of his head and standing up, smiling in the direction of the young man. Win watched the dog return to him (of course, she was worried he’d get lost or something of the sort), before turning around and making her way across the main street of the city.

The fountain caught her eye, it was in the middle of quite a large opening. The water was so clear. Too clear, she decided. She made her way over to it, putting one hand out and allowing the water to flow over it. Slowly she pulled her hand back, a little grin spreading across her face. It was simple, but still amazed her. “Picturesque moment,” she murmured to herself, before stepping back. She pulled out the camera, quickly focusing on the fountain and snapping a few shots. She giggled, again. It was the most fun she’d had in a while, despite having no company to share it with.

The girl took a few more steps back (closer to the wall of the café behind her, although a gap was easily left.) She held the camera up, taking a few more shots. After what could easily have been the fifteenth one, she placed her camera back in the bag and smiled to herself. She’d certainly have new things to show her friends when she arrived back at the tents, that much was for absolute sure, now. For a while she’d struggled to find anything.

She turned around, watching only her feet. Winnie had only managed to take a few steps before she’d run into something… hard. Well, soft technically, but it had startled her slightly. It only happened in movies, didn’t it? Someone pinning another individual against a wall, without doing so intentionally. Well, it seemed this wasn’t the case for her today. She looked up, a little frown lighting her features. It was at this point she realized exactly what had brought her to a stop. Another body, it seemed. “Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry,” she managed to say, a blush managing to creep its way up her cheeks. It was surely an awkward position.

The way she wants to prove that she is different makes me say SOURNOIS.

[kayarmoni]

First Name: Cali

Last Name: Young

Age: Sixteen

History: Born on December 3rd, 1994 was a little girl named Cali. She was born in a quiet little village on the northern side of France. Her mother was a very big figure in politics, and her father was senior undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. She was an only child, with very little friends. Growing up with no friends or siblings, she spent most of her time drawing, and reading. When she was six years old, her mom made her attend all the dinner parties and cotillions. Her life was full of lies, scared girls hidden behind powdered bodies covered in cosmetics.

Her parents never really had a great relationship with her. They always tried to make her a pretty little doll. Her parents never listened to her problems, or did they even care? When she was eight years old, her magical abilities started developing. She was in her room, getting ready for a dinner party with the Department Heads of the Ministry of Magic. Her hair was halfway up, and she was getting angry. She started getting all hot, and then the mirror shattered. Her mom got mad at her over it, but she couldn't help it. She never really has been in a relationship before, so that is the thing she is ready for the most at Beauxbatons.

Personality: Sweet little Cali, the shy girl of Beauxbatons. Cali has many personalities, one of them including a shy little girl to afraid to show her true self. She is like this around other girls. Since she was always by herself, she is not use to other girls being around her. Naturally she is quite and shy. When Cali is around guys though, her yearn for love shows and she is giggly and flirty; however, around some guys she can be shy, it just depends on the occasion. She is nice and caring, she loves everyone for the sole fact they're humans. She cares about others and their feelings, and how they will react to things. She loves to read and learn new things, and she loves to be her unique individual. She loves her own sense of fashion and creativity and is not ashamed of it.

Sample RP:

Jul 9, 2010 12:20:10 GMT -5 @kayarmoni said:

"some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. from what i have tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire. but if i had to perish twice, i think i know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great."

[/color] kay laid the book down, and stared into the night sky. stars shimmered, and the lunar rays fell upon the trees. kay grabbed her hair and pulled it back, taking a deep breath. it was two o'clock at night, and she still had not fallen asleep. which was not a good thing, since she had a busy day next. it was summer, her second favorite season. her favorite season was spring, when everything was blooming but it was not so hot outside. she liked summer too, when she could lay out by the lake and just ponder through memory lane. some memories were good, some were not so great. she never regretted anything though, for it made her who she is today.

kay got up out of the chair she was sitting in, which happened to be her favorite piece of furniture. it sat right next to the window and gave a clear view of the woods. it was comfortable, and it felt peaceful. that chair was with her through many of her toughest moments, and it was one of her prized possessions. after she brushed her teeth, and took a bath she hopped into bed. her eyelids slowly shut, and the last thought that passed through her mind before she fell asleep was the summer solstice. that was the beauxbatons prom, and kay was very excited. she was ready for the view of students mingling, and the drama it held. the memories of her childhood at beauxbatons was what the prom reminded her of.

her alarm clock went off at promptly seven o'clock. she got out of bed, and began her normal routine. she hopped out of bed, and wrapped her house robe around her. tying it around her waist, she looked out the window to see it was a warm sunny day. sighing, she briskly strutted into the bathroom and peered into the mirror. she pulled her hair out of her face, and got into the bath. afterward, she brushed her teeth, and put on her make up. kay thought about the prom later that evening, and she wondered what time tzarina would be there to get her. she slipped on her clothes and headed out the door for the adventure of her day.

she was wondering around the school, just trying to find something to do. it was then she decided to go tend to some animals in the woods. she made her way down the stairs, and outside into the warm heat. as she entered the woods she was greeted by a centaur. she approached him, and gave him a big hug. after a long conversatoin she decided to go back to the castle and prepare for the prom. she made her way back up the lawn and into the castle. she went up the stairs stopping to look at all the paintings. once she reached her office she waved her hand and the door creaked open.

it felt good to be back in the office, she spent her whole day outside in the woods with centaurs. once more, she completed her routine; shower, teeth, make up, hair. her dress was lying on the bed, her clutch and shoes beside it. she grabbed her wand and flicked it towards the items. they all tidied up, and looked in prim condition. after she put her dress and such on, she sat in her favorite chair and just stared out the window, waiting for tzarina. soon enough, there was a soft knock at the door. kay got up and walked to the door, opening it as a greeting towards tzarina. "hey, you are so beautiful." she always thought tzy was pretty, but this evening she looked stunning. "are you ready to go?"

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OUTFIT >> DRESS
NOTES >> i had to tell you something, but i forgot ):[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/quote][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

ROURIE would be suited for you. =)

[hemingway, grier.]

SAY WHAT YOU WHAT TO SATISFY YOURSELF BUT YOU
grier elenore mayer ingrid hemingway ,
ONLY WANT WHAT EVERONE ELSE SAYS YOU SHOULD

: stubborn : fun-loving : naïve : effervescent : fiery temper : intelligent :
: impulsive : dramatic : loves to laugh : lazy : aristocratic : insecure :
: sixteen : seer-blood and pure-blood : amnesiac : can be catty : rebellious :

PLEASE CALL ME gree | elle | nora
PLAY BY darla baker

I COULD BE BROWN BLUE VIOLET SKY I COULD BE HUR
and so that's the story of my life ,
TFUL I'D BE PURPLE I COULD BE ANYTHING YOU'D LIKE

on december fifth, nineteen hundred and ninety three, in reykjavík, iceland, frida geirsdóttir and
henry hemingway had their third and last child, a little girl whom they named grier elenore mayer ingrid
hemingway. henry was the english earl of cork, and to this day remains in that position. frida was the daughter
of icelandic nobility. the couple had two other children, twin boys named craig and staeffen hemingway.
grier grew up happily, with her brothers being some of her best friends and very protective of her, not tormenting
her like some siblings do. however, her relationship with her mother was very strained, her mother not really
knowing how to raise her lovingly. being of the aristocracy, she wasn't coddled and cared for very affectionately
by her own mother, so she didn't treat grier that way. however, grier found solace with her father, quickly becoming
a daddy's little girl. still, being an earl and of the nobility, grier's father wasn't always around twenty four seven.
instead of negatively affecting her, this absence of solid parenting only strengthened the bond between grier, craig,
and staeffen. also, it encouraged a part of grier to misbehave, something she has carried with her throughout
her entire life. she's somewhat of a troublemaker, although she would never even contemplate doing something
horrible, whether it would hurt someone or cause permanent, terrible damage. she's not a mean girl, but
truly finds pleasure in bending the rules a bit. however, when she was thirteen years old, at the family estate, grier
tumbled down an enormous marble flight of stairs, hitting her head several times. although she suffered no brain
damage that harmed her intelligence, she got amnesia from the event, not being able to remember the last five years.
having to rebuild her life and personality, she struggled greatly and as a result, became insecure with who she
was. grier never really knew who she was in the past, with her father being around little to help her, her
mother being less than doting, and her brothers feeling uncomfortable about the whole thing. this gave way to
her not knowing who to become. sometimes she can come across as contrived or fake, but it's only because
when in uncomfortable, awkward, or new situations, she doesn't have a known persona to fall back on, something
that we all do subconsciously. she has to always think about who she is and wants to be. still, she is
always evolving and finding herself more each day. her past amnesia is also another reason that staeffen
and craig are very protective of her. additionally, after losing her memory and being of seer-blood, her
powers were greatly affected. she still has visions, of course, but they're often muddled and confusing, or
if they appear clearly, she still sometimes doesn't know what to make of them, as they reference to or apply to
things that she has forgotten from the amnesia.

HOW CAN I HELP IT, HOW I HELP IT, WHAT YOU THINK
and you don't know me at all ,
HELLO MY BABY BABY PUTTING MY LIFE ON THE BRINK

living a life where everything is given to her on a silver platter, grier loves the benefits but also loves rebelling against them. it's in her natural way to want to break the rules. being a sort of innocent incendiary,
she absolutely adores bad boys. grier's completely romanced by the rebellious streak in people,
and so she tends to be annoyed by goody-two-shoes types. grier feels like life's worth living to the
fullest, so why not take some risks. her accident really fed into this mentality, because the accident made
her realise that she didn't want to be this precious little inconsequential girl. she wanted to be important, or
at least remembered. that combined with her wayward streak made for some interesting, exciting life experiences
that her mother didn't exactly approve of. even though she enjoys her aristocratic lifestyle, whenever she's at
important events she tends to run off and misbehave, especially with the cute, royal boys she meets there. she's a bit of a
minx in that way. grier hates being bored, and she finds those events ridiculously boring. she can never make up
her mind: she loves the perks of being nobility, but she doesn't want that to be the only way people view her. she
finds that lifestyle both rewarding and lonely.

even though grier's popular, beautiful, and charismatic, she's incredibly insecure about her amnesia.
forgetting who you are and what you've done is one of the things she finds shameful, and is
embarrassed it happened to her. and because of falling down the stairs, no less. grier views the entire
experience, accident and repercussions, as very weak and childish, as well as making her helpless.
she resents this greatly, and whenever her amnesia is called into question or something happens because of
it, her insecurities are renewed. grier's also hesitant and uncomfortable to a degree where she can even
appear catty to those who know about her past. it's her self-protection.

because of her insecurity about her amnesia, she can be quite bitchy at times. grier's just trying
to protect herself, and instead of closing herself off as a means of defense, she gets catty.
it can be hostile towards others. hostility is her way of guarding herself, and this can come out even
more when she's around people she knew from her childhood, because they know about her
amnesia, and she hates that. grier can sometimes be sort of a queen bee.

family is a touchy subject with her, because grier's family life is so odd. she's got such a strained relationship
with her mother, she adores her father yet he's seldom around, and she's best friends with her
brothers. she's a total daddy's little girl, her dad would so absolutely anything for her. she doesn't
abuse this power, per se, but definitely likes its advantages. her mom is less openly loving, and they have
had a strained relationship ever since grier lost her memory. because of that void, she became even closer to
her dad. still, being an important man, grier's dad isn't always around, so she's very close to
staeffen and craig, who guard her with their lives. they don't want anything bad happening to their
baby sister. of course, this protection encourages grier even more to misbehave, not wanting to be perceived
as a china doll of sorts.

grier's got a fiery temper and is incredibly stubborn. she's smart and she knows it. not that she brags
about her intelligence at all, but grier's aware that she has great mental capacity, so when she
has an opinion about something, she makes it known because she's in the assurance that she's clever
and her ideas will be credible in that. grier sticks to her intuitions like it's nobody's business, and it's one of
the hardest things to do ever to attempt to change her mind. if you do try this, prepare yourself. grier will fervently
defend her speech and thoughts to no end. she hates being viewed as someone's little sister, daughter, or anything of the
sort. grier loathes feeling inconsequential, and will do anything to feel significant.

even though she's very intelligent as to the ways of the world, grier can still be very naïve. she likes to see
the best in people and give everyone a fair chance. however, if you blow that opportunity, you could be subject
to some of grier's misunderstood cattiness, which will not be fun for you. grier thinks that people are mostly good,
so she gives people the benefit of the doubt. thinking that everyone is always out to get you is ridiculously negative, grier
thinks, so she doesn't. her naïveté tends to be quite cute, and fuels her friendliness and effervescence. even though
she is sensitive about reconnecting with those from her past, grier absolutely adores meeting new people,
and tries to be very friendly to all she meets, especially equally friendly people and cute boys.
grier can be quite boy-crazy, but the boys are equally as crazy about her. she's gorgeous and fun-loving
and mischievous. grier's impulsive about decisions and likes that impulsivity in boys as well.
she loves to run off with boys during boring aristocratic and political events, but she isn't promiscuous at all.

being dramatic is just grier's way. living life to the greatest capacity means living loud, bright,
and multicoloured. everything is a big deal to her. still, at times her aristocratic upbringing gets the best
of her, and she gets lazy about things. since she has, at her disposal, servants and nannies to do
things for her, grier sometimes gives in to her inner indolence, which never serves her well, but she still does
from time to time. grier takes advantage of her privileged life.

DO I ATTRACT YOU OR REPULSIVE YOU WITH MY SMILE
and i really like the way you talk ,
SO AM I TOO DIRTY OR FLITY DO I LIKE WHAT YOU LIKE

grier likes...
bad boys
parties, but the fun kind
holidays
her brothers
spending time with her dad
meeting new people
fun dresses
passion fruits
high heels
harbour parties
misbehaving
learning languages
laughing
boating trips on the fjords
primping with her best girls
getting in trouble
iceland
thunderstorms

grier doesn't like...
boredom
goody two shoes
being underestimated
following the rules
smarmy boys
rudeness
the a-word (amnesia)
being weak
killjoys
people who are serious 24/7
huge amounts of cologne
winters in iceland
misunderstandings

GOTTA BE GREEN GOTTA BE EVERYTHING THAT'S MORE
and we'll escape this town tonight ,
WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME JUST WALK OUT OF THE DOOR

The scene was exactly the same as it always was. Glittering ballroom, filled with glamorous aristocrats and politicians all
in black tie, discreet waiters in black tails with sterling silver platters, small strings section playing classical pieces.
Grier looked up at her brothers, bored out of her devious mind. The twins gave her sympathetic looks, but were quickly whisked away by their parents to be introduced to the latest somebody. Grier sighed, resting her elbows onto the clothed table and cradling her face in her palm. She never really understood why she was carted along to these events when she was just going to be ignored in the corner. It was like a dual experience of things she loathed: being ignored and being bored. So Grier decided she was going to change that. Standing and straightening her midnight blue silk dress, the young girl picked up her clutch and began to make her way across the crowded ballroom, not breaking eye contact with the cute son of the Russian ambassador. Once she reached the door, she cocked her head towards it and gave him a quizzical look. Grier watched as he stood, excusing himself from his table and making his way towards her. Quickly, she pushed open the door and scampered down the vast hallway. Once around the corner, she turned and saw his handsome face standing behind her. Grier smiled coyly. "Hey there. I'm Grier, and I noticed you looked as completely and absolutely bored as I was." She felt that familiar sense of pride swell inside her when he smiled and affirmed her thoughts, and she noticed his gaze flitting to her lips. But she wouldn't kiss him, not yet, not tonight.

Instead, she had a much more artful scheme on the agenda. "So, being a normal human being, I'm assuming you like parties, correct? Well, not these parties, of course. They shouldn't even call these parties, that's practically criminal." He affirmed. "Well, I happen to know that there is a fantastic party in the harbour tonight. We're a little overdressed but I think it'll do." Grier took his hand in hers, which he responded to wholeheartedly, and they pushed through the heavy doors together to the crisp weather outside. She grinned unabashedly at him. "It's all in that moment, isn't it? The escape, the real thrill of it!" Grier didn't wait for his response, instead hailing a cab that would take them to the party. A small white car immediately pulled over, and the two of them climbed into the back. Grier instantly rolled down the window all the way, letting the city's lights dart and dance past them. Pulling her long dark hair out of its binding in her uncomfortable updo, the tresses fell down to her shoulders for a moment before being blown about by the breeze from the window. Grier giggled happily and smiled at the boy. When the cab pulled over, this time he took her hand as they bounded out of the car and down to where the music poured into the air and teenage bodies bumped and swayed against one another mid-dance.

Grier pulled him into the middle of the crowd, throwing her hands above her head and shaking her hips. She loved to dance, and knew she was good at it. He realised it as well, grabbing her hand and spinning her around. Grier laughed again, throwing her head back and up to the sky, looking at that inky blackness with a million perfect stars. Someone in the crowd gave out a whoop and everyone responded in kind. With everyone's hands thrown into the air and with that perfect noise wrapping around the two of them, Grier almost wasn't expecting it when the boy put his hands on her cheeks, brought their faces together, and kissed her. She normally had to be the one to make the first move with these boys, the ones she met at the boring not-parties. Still, the girl was pleasantly surprised and kissed him back. The night seemed too perfect, and she smiled against his lips thinking of the drastic change in mood that evening. An hour ago, she had been hopelessly bored at another stupid event. And now she was having the time of her life.
Grier was, quite honestly, always having the time of her life, but this was high on that list.
Kissing a cute boy at a rocking harbour party, all while breaking the rules? How perfect.

SOURNOIS seems more of your style.

[akilina]

First Name:

Akilina Innya.

Last Name:

Vitkowskii.

Age:

Fifteen.

Appearance:

^^ look above.

History:

- Blood: 2% Muggle / 4.25% Elven / 43.35% Wizard / 40% Demonic Blood
- Parents: Anya Vitkowskii (nee Alexandrei) and Viktor Vitkowskii
- Siblings: Aleksei Vitkowsky (14 years old) and Anessia Gavrilov (seventeen years old, married)

January ninth, 1991. Seventeen-year old Anya Alexandrei and nineteen-year-old Viktor Vitkowskii were married in a grand ceremony, held at one of Russia's most exclusive cathedrals, accessed by only the rich and powerful. And rich they were. His family was, anyway. The girl came from a lowly family of dirty-blooded wizards, whereas the Vitkowskiis were a family of part-wizard, part-demons. And they were practically royalty if wizarding Russia had anythign to say about it, so when Anya Alexandrei was asked for her hand in marriage by handsome Viktor, she accepted. They were married mere months later, but waited years to have children, not wanting them to ruin any of their happiness. The thing about marrying young and without knowing each other well, though, was that they had wandering eyes.

April Twenty-first 1993. The couple welcomes their first little bundle of joy into the world, naming her Anessia Eyra Vitkowskii. She was born with a head full of brown, thick hair and the trademark Alexandrei blue, doll-like eyes. She was a happy baby, and her parents savored the time they had with only one child.

June First, 1995. Their second child, Akilina, was born. AS soon as her mother took her into her feeble arms, she warmed up to her. But her parents learned, over the years, not to expect that from her. Rather, they expected her to give the cold shoulder to most everyone she met, which was different from their oldest daughter, who welcomed everyone in with open arms and a sweet smile.

December Fifth, 1996. Their third and final child, Aleksei Hans Vitkowskii, was born. He, unlike the girls, hardly responded to anything. A few days after he was born, his parents found out he was deaf. Akilina, though, was protective over him and became his little helper, teaching him how to do everything except the thing he wasn't able to do - hear. She held him when their father, the extreme elitist, treated him badly because of his handicap. Until she started school, they were attached at the hip, and when she did start school, she was so unhappy without him there that Mr. and Mrs. Vitkowskii transferred her to homeschooling for a year until Aleksei was old enough for elementary.

By the time they had started getting ready for kindergarten, their parents had started to train then for Durmstrang, which they knew they were bound to be accepted into, being Russian wizarding royalty if there ever was that. They learned to control their temper from their demonic blood, prepared themselves for their dueling classes at Durmstrang, learned to summon their elven powers, to fight when they needed to. They were all basically the perfect recruit for a Durmstrang student.

But, to all of their dismay, they never got a letter from Durmstrang. From everywhere else, maybe, but not Durmstrang. Their father was outraged, even going to the 'board', so to speak, and asking what was wrong with his children (besides the obvious). They said they couldn't be accepted, being dirty-blooded. So they went with the seemingly next best thing - Beauxbatons. Being a couple of years late due to the Durmstrang dilemma, they all went at the same time. They were all sorted, and now they're here.

Personality:

Cold. If there is anything that describes her truthfully, it's that. Cold. It's not her intent in any way, but sheltering herself from other people, is what she believes will make sure she doesn't get hurt. But, still, she's going to have to let someone in. That someone most likely being her arranged husband. Still, that is a glitch in her lifelong plan. Being raised royally, she was used to not showing emotion to try and make sure that no one could get anything out of her about her family or the ministry or anything she knew about that was, frankly, top secret.

Lina is protective of anyone she loves. her brother, her sister, her parents, her family in general. Even though she isn't close to very many people outisde of her family, she's viciously protective of anyone anyone she's close to.

She's also a little childish. She's grown up close to someone a year younger than her, so she learned to be a little less mature than she probably should be. , but not ridiculously, considering she also lived with thirty-year-olds and a sister two years older.

Akilina isn't quiet, though. She's rather loud when she knows someone, even if she's not close to them. She's a bubbly girl, she just doesn't like people being clsoe to her. She likes keeping everyone at arm's length.

Sample RP:

Separation. It wasn't something Lina liked. She didn't want to deal with being so far away from her parents. She never had. Durmstrang would have so much more convenient. Though Lina hardly ever took the 'easy' or 'convenient' way you of anything, it would have sat better in her stomach if she were close to the people she loved. her sister, having already graduated, had moved back to Russia and married the man she was engaged to marry years ago. In a way, she envied her. She wanted her life, yet she didn't want to be tied down at seventeen. Seventeen! She knew it was inevitable, the arranged marriage thing. But she still wanted it to stop. She couldn't imagine making her daughter or son marry someone they hardly knew.

She thought about these things as she sat on the train leading to Beauxbatons from the snowy abyss that is Russia. The train zoomed away, powered by magic so that the muggle-born and apparently dirty-blooded wizards of the largest country in the world. She sighed. Dirty blooded? She wasn't dirty blooded. She believed she had the purest blood running through her veins, not vice versa. She thought of these kids of things all the way to France, but when she got there she was astounded. How had she considered this second best? Beauxbatons was... amazing... She got out of the car that took her there, holding her bags with a firm grip. Like she did everything - with a firm grip.

SOURNOIS seems perfect for you.
Remember that you need to post three paragraphs for a post, not two.

[vampireskull16]

First Name: Svetlana
Last Name: Soleil
Age: 15
Appearance:


History:
Svetlana's father, Alexander Ryani, was born somewhere in France but he was raised in London. He never fully fulfilled his magical education. He is a pure blood-wizard with no known squibs in the family tree. Alexander is very blood-prejudice.He married Evelina Soleil, a pure blood witch who currently works as a muggle performer. In June 1995, they had their first daughter. However life wasn't perfect. Once Svetlana was born, her parents decided to move to France and buy a giant mansion in the countryside. Soon Svety was surrounded by balls, blood-prejudice people, and lots of servants who really didn't do much to help her at all.

When Svetlana was four years old, her parents divorced and her mother was hired in the muggle world as a performer. But she was always busy with tours and shows that she didn't pay much attention to her daughter, causing Svety to resent her mother for not sending her with her father. Although he was no different. He was always on business trips and never kept in touch with her. Svety went to a private school to keep her from meeting the wrong people.

Personality:
Rebellious- Svetlana doesn't follow the rules. Since her parents were never around for her, she breaks rules at a constant basis to see if maybe they would notice her then. Also if she doesn't agree with something she goes against it and does what she wanted in the first place. Svety also dislikes it when people tell her what to do. She constantly gets into trouble because of doing this because she doesn't do things secretively. She lets people know that she doesn't want to be treated like a puppet.

Stubborn- Svetlana wants to have things her way. She thinks she is always correct. It is very difficult for her to go with the flow, of anything because she wants to do things her way. Even if another way is much simpler and would save allot of time, she does things the hard way just because she came up with it. It is very hard to negotiate with her due to this. Also even though there might be actual proof that she is wrong, Svetlana will disagree with it no matter what. She is extremely stubborn to the point it is ridiculous.

Jokester- Svetlana might seem to be really serious but she completely isn't. She loves to pull pranks on people especially the people that get on her bad side and it's not hard for her to make enemies since people disagree with her ways. She also loves to mess with people's minds by acting one way and then a completely different way and pretending to have a twin. Svetlana also loves to just have fun, she'll start singing out of nowhere when a room is too quite. Perhaps, she'll start dancing in the hallways just to kill boredom.

Sarcastic- With witty comments in class, Svetlana loves to use sarcasm. She is not sarcastic because she's a jerk, she's sarcastic because she knows how to switch words around to get her out of trouble. If someone accused her of breaking a rule even if she did, Svety would say something like 'Well what do you think?'. Basically she doesn't use sarcasm at a daily basis. However, when she has to, Svety can be so sarcastic that when she's being serious you would think she's being sarcastic.

Loyal- Despite everything about Svety, when she makes friends she never betrays them. She believes betrayal is the worst thing that you could do to a person and she hates it when people betray her. However, she won't do anything about betrayal except letting go of the person. She is always there for her friends, offering a shoulder to lean on when they're in trouble. Svetlana might not have allot of friends but with the ones she has, she completely values them.

Insecure- Since her parents were never there for her, Svetlana feels like she's not good enough. She thinks this is true for everything she does, from classwork-to singing. She is very insecure of herself but people don't really notice it. Svetlana believes that by being insecure of herself she's not what she should be for her family to realize she exists. Despite all this, Svetlana loves to perform she just thinks she's not good at it when in reality she has the same musical talent as her mother. It kind of contradicts her a bit, but since people don't know she's insecure she still does the things that really make her doubt herself.

Sample RP:

After a long week of lessons, Svetlana finally had some free time. She loved Saturdays, they were the best part about the weekend since Sundays were so close to Mondays and that meant lessons. Not that she hated them but she would rather be hanging out with her friends than doing homework. Of course, Svety was doing what she was always doing, exactly nothing. This was getting pretty boring. Perhaps she should go and maybe pull a prank on that preppy-pants who was trying to give her a makeover. Who did she think she was anyway? Svetlana Soleil did not need a makeover.

However, Svety walked through the corridors, in search for something that could kill boredom. When everything else failed- meaning the library, the lawn, and any other possible place was too crowded walking seemed to be the only option. Svety had a song stuck in her head, it happened pretty often, and just wanted to burst out into song. But that would just be embarrassing. Yet if people knew what was good or them they wouldn't laugh. So, she sung the random song out loud pretending to not care what people thought.

Yet, inside Svetlana was dying of humiliation. To make things a bit worst but at the same time a whole lot better, a shadow lurked through the corridors. She stopped singing to see who it was in case it was someone she knew. If that was the case, then her musical would be over and she could come up with some plans for pranks. Soon enough though, she ignored the shadow and went back to singing. People knew that she was the kind of person to appear to not care about anything so it was a very helpful advantage. In her mind however something like 'I should stop singing now,' repeated itself. "Hello? Is anyone there?" the shadow had appeared again, "don't run away from me I will find you!" With that, Svetlana returned to the corridors and back to her previous activity.

I'm thinking Sournois for you my darling.

[rouletteanasty]

I'VE BEEN, WAITIN MY WHOLE LIFE

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FULLNAME: cordelia ingrid maeve anastae

NICKNAME: cordelia, delia, delia bunny bee

AGE

[/b]: seventeen

SEXUALITY[/b]: bisexual, bicurious

HOMETOWN[/b]: doublin, ireland

ETHNICITY[/b]: irish on her fathers side, russian and german on her mothers side, and french canadian.

GENDER[/b]: female

APPREARANCE[/b]: her hair is naturally a sweet blonde color. however, because she dies it, it is now, from permanent dye, is a bleach blonde color. sometimes she puts in other colors, such as gray, or blue or black. usually it's just one main color, of the chalky blonde. her body is thin, kind of mature, though kind of not. she stands at five foot, three inches, almost hitting the four inch mark. she's kind of pale, and her lips are a very light pink. she has a pearly white smile from good teeth care, and her eyes are an antarctic blue. naturally, she's quite a pretty girl.

CLOTHING[/b]: her clothing style, consists of an aray of different things. she loves almost every color, of course, except brown. she normally wears graphic tee shirts, which have band names or says or cute things on them. they are usually snug fitting, or very loose on her. she also wears a lot of skinny jean cut offs, which normally have bright colors, or sometimes a plain black. skinny jeans, and jean shorts are also very big with her. lacey tank tops, and undershirts are also something shes a fan of wearing. her shoes are normally converse, flipflops, or dc shoes. sometimes she'll be wearing slippers. her hair is usually down, occasionally up in a messy bun, with hair falling out. she loves to wear hello kitty jelwery, and always has her famous hello kitty necklace on.

BLOOD[/b]: seer, and little fairy.

FAMILY[/b]: orianthae anastae, mother, fairy and seer blood. rameus anastae, father, seer and little werewolf. calvin anastae, brother, seer blood. courus anastae, sister, seer blood. chuckie anastae, brother, possible twin, seer blood.

PERSONALITY[/b]: oh. personality! well, to start off, cordelia is very fun loving. she's adventerous, and has a knack for wanting to get into the world and, well, just be happy. she has much passion for wromping around, and just being in the great outdoors. she find's much beauty in the outside world, and likes to take pictures, to capture the beautiful moments. she's a huge photography fan, and takes as many pictures as she possibly can. she quite favors trees, and she isnt sure why. in the summer and spring, they are newely devolping a green color. she loves how bright it is. and in the fall, they turn red and yellow and orange! all some of her favorite colors. and she just loves the snow on the trees, weighing them down in the winter. she also loves to photo animals. like bunnies, horses, dogs. she's gotten a few candid coyote, shots, as well!

another thing to know about cordelia, is that she's quite bubbly and shy. she has that sweet girl personality that you just learn to love. though she isnt off the wall crazy happy, she's a laid back happy. she loves to smile, and be around people who are much like herself, and like to talk. she's one of those people who like to giggle a lot, with a sweet giggle like hers, it's a wonderful, almost musical thing to hear. she has a cheerful disposition, and you can see much brightness through her light eyes. she likes to make people laugh, but sometimes, in weird situations, she tries to make things funny, but ends up making an awkward silence surface. she can be quite an awkward person if she's just meeting you. she's quite nervous around cute boys, or girls who seem of a higher social status them her.

she can be veeerry submissive. if you show a higher dominance, or your kind of mean, or moody, she picks up on it quick, and pretty much decides how she needs to be aroud you. however, if you show ignorance, arrogance, aggressiveness, she will be shy, and show a little more worry then she would with someone happy and sweet. though she isnt totally a shy person, she still will give in. being dominant, or standing up for herself isnt really one of her strongest points. she might throw a few sarcastic comebacks at you, but for the most part, she'll be silent and take whatever verbal abuse you give her. its mostly because, when being made fun of, she doesnt think about the good in her, so she keeps her mouth shut.

cordelia is quite intelligent and innocent. she can read people like a book, it's the look in the other persons eyes. she's great at writing, and she loves it too. but she's also a fan of math and science. she's great with science because she did extra courses for it. she has some major sas. she is very creative, happy. there normally isnt a mood to her, though she can get hurt very easily, which is due to many things in her past. but alas, she is also very easy to talk to. because of a weird past, she understands a lot more then some people. she loves listening to people's problems, and trying to help them understand better. yes, she likes to question someones feelings about something, test it, make them think about whats upsetting them. i guess in a sense, she's kind of wise and knowing.

confident, easily embarassed, and protective are three other words used to describe the young girl. she has a confidence that tells the world 'hi, im cordelia. im different, and i like that about myself'. she loves being creative, wearing bright colors that dont match. she's kind of, sometimes, an out there kind of girl. though she isn't completely in your face, she is still unique. now, as for easily embarassed. like mentioned, she gets herself into awkward situations when around people she doesnt know, or, cute boys. the little things get to her, make her blush and giggled. i guess it's just how she is. she's always been that way. as for being protective, when cordelia is with a friend, even though she doesnt say anything when being made fun of herself, when her friend of family is being made fun of, ohhell yes, she steps in. she can get in your face quite well, with snappy, ten times worse comebacks. she can be quite the little moody girl.

another thing of hers is drawing and painting. she loves drawing anime people, because to her, they are the cutest things ever. she also loves to paint sunsets and trees, shes such a fanatic!


HISTORY[/b]: cordelia was born into a well put family. coming from a long line of wizards/witches, and other bloods, as well. her mother, orianthae, however, was an unfaithful wife, and cordelia was born, fathered by a man named luthyr cobblestone, who, in turn, was a great wizard himself. cordelia, immedietly, knew about her power. wheather she could say so or not, due to odd dreams she had when she was just a young girl. but when she turned the age of six, orianthae, came out and told rameus that there was a possibuility that cordelia was not his. his outraged caused himself to go overboard. later that month, he commit suicide due to heartbreak. orianthae was now stuck with all of her kids. however, the twin born along with cordelia, a boy named chuckie, was sent away. orianthae had decided one of the kids needed to go.

if you havent guessed, orianthae was not the nicest. her cruel personality took a toll on her kids. eight year old cordelia, twelve year old calvin, and thirteen year old courus, were stuck home alone quite often, while there mother was out at parties, enjoying the high life of having money, due to her husbands death. at the age of nine, her mother wed back to luthyr cobblestone, who was quite an unforgiving and cruel hearted man. he had ordered calvin off to boarding school that year, and courus into hard equestion training. as for cordelia, she did everything around the house pretty much. cooking, cleaning. though she was the youngest, she listened to her older sisters problems, and attempted to help her out. thought it never really worked well. when cordelia turned eleven, luthyr decided to send courus off, as well, which is when everything took an even sharper turn for the worst.

his anger that was collected for orianthae, had to be let go of on someone. so every one in a while, or, pretty much a few times a day, cordelia would get a smack across the face or head. though you'd think she'd be broughten down by it, cordelia kept herself busy with her horse, chitago, and her camera, whom she'd named uth. uth and chitago were, soon enough, her.. best friends, really. she had a hard time making friends in school, yet it didnt bother her much. cordelia found enjoyment in being with chitago and uth. however, when her thirteenth year came around, orianthae and luthyr had a tough divorce, leaving the women, now older, with no money, and no physical (good) wellbeing. orianthae decided, her only good descision, to send cordelia off to her mothers. and so, cordelia packed up with uth and chitago.

it wasnt long before he siblings came back home. to live with there granmother, as well. to sum up the rest of this, orianthae died just before cordelia came to beauxbatons..


ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/b]:

im not sure if i need one. this is my remake of my character, roulette, who was approved and put into cusso. of course, if its needed, i'll add it in! im just not sure on the rules.
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ROURIE seems perfect for you.
Please do put up a RP sample, even if your other character has been sorted once before. :)

[ericdietrich]

First Name: Eric
Last Name: Dietrich
Age: 11
Appearance:
History: Eric is the eldest son of the Dietrich family. He was born in Germany Stuttgart and he has 2 more younger brother. Father name : Gabriel and Mother name : Genevieve McArthur. Siblings names : Anthony and James. Blood status = pure bloods. Mother is a wand tree farmer with shops all over Europe. Dad is an aurror. Gabriel Dietrich met his wife on a trip to Paris, to assist the aurror team of the French Ministry of Magic. During his stay there he accidentally broke the ash wand he was using. There fore he had to go buy another one. Gabriel visited the local wizards market and the first shop he entered was Genevieve's McArthur wand tree emporium. He fell in love on the spot. To their marriage helped the fact that the french aurror team needed his assistance for a longer period, so he got transfered for 3 years to France. When they got married the Dietrich family moved backt o Stuttgart. When Eric was born his father was very proud. He soon spoiled the boy with all the magic toys he could provide for him. Eric develloped soon a swimming hobby, so his father made an extra room at their mansion just for swimming. When his younger brothers were born, Eric felt a bit jealous but soon he loved his brothers. Since Anthony and James are twin and 4 years younger than Eric, the boy used to play with them, due to the fact that his mother was expanding her emporium to Germany Spain and Italy and she wasn't aways at home.
At the age of ten his grandmother (maternal side) got seriously ill and so Gabriel and Genevieve Dietrich decided to move back to France and stay at McArthur's mansion at the suburbs of Paris.
Although their initial thought was for Eric to attend Durmstrang they changed their mind and decided ton send him to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Eric prefers cold logic than feelings. So he doesn't listen to his heart at all. He is sarcastic and egoistic and sometimes stubborn. He likes power and he can do anything for this. But he likes to play behind the shadows. He is practical smart something that help him find quick solutions to different situations. Still...he tends to be loyal to his "friends" and can be trusted. However...his ambitions sometimes make him cruel and mean.

Sample RP:
Eric gathered his things and pack them carefully and organised inside his trunk. He couldn't sleep all night. This was the day that he was going back to his family. He really missed those brats Anthony and James...and his parents of course. Still he had one last thing to go...Something for Cathrine to remember him during the holidays. At first she didn't like him that was truth.But then again who did. Eric was a natural to make everyone dislike him. Tell it a strategy? Tell it...just his character? But it was a good plan to see who would like to learn more of him. Who trully wanted to stay around him. A juvenile move on trying to make real friends. Not the fake sorts ones. His analytical and methological logic was never wrong. At least that what his stubborn mind thought. The boy wondered through the corridors. He had to go search for Catherine.

He looked for the girl everywhere. "Move!" ordered a first year who practicaly bumped into him "are you blind vermin?" he continued glaring at the frightened kid. He pushed him away and continued. His freshly ironed t-shirt was now wringled. Damn that ickle. He got Catherine a brand new scarf. Blue silver...like her eyes. He even had her family crest on it. Eric really hoped she would like it. Afterall...no matter if she would become his girlfriend or not...she was the only female friend he had.

Catherine Laroux. Possibly the most beautiful girl at Beauxbatons. "Hey girl" he said softly hugging her. "How are you. Ready to leave huh?" he said smiling. "So...this is a gift for you for the holidays. Something to remember me. I know you are going on vacations at Malibu with your family...so i don't expect you to write me. Enjoy your staying there" Eric said giving her a kiss on her rosy cheek. The boy fixed his blue robes and turned away heading toward his house comon room.

Poifect. :)
SOURNOIS is the house for you.
Thank you for fixing, love.

[vanessaxlefleur]

First Name: vanessa
Last Name:Lefleur
nicknames:V, nessia, v-ness
Age:17
Appearance: (pic in attachment)
History: vanessa was born and raised in france in a verry rich home. she had many friends and a loving family. she had the perfect life until one day when her parents were out on a outing she recived a phonecall with devistating news. her parents had died in a car crash traveling in the muggle wrold. she had cried for many days until she couldent cry anymore. she was completly tramatized. and now whenever she gets close to people she pushes them away because of her fear of getting hurt again. only a couple of years after she noticed strange abilities that she had been having. she later found out from a strange woman at the library that she was a half tiger demon. she kept it a secret from her foster family until somehow one of her sisters that didnt like her found out and turned all the others against her and she said she was a monster witch mentaly scared her.
Personality: vanessa is a smart caring girl. tough she can be a smidge over protective. people always end up seeing the good in her (well everybody but her grandparents) she is verry positive and she will use alot of sarcasam
Sample RP:
i heard the rhyme emily my foster sibling made up for me. i didnt know the words but i knew it spoke of me being a moster. i quickly stole away into my room before locking the door and leaning against it. i sat down and began to cry. my made up smeared and i was sure i looked crazy but i didnt care i was the only one there... I WAS ALONE.
there was a sudden knock on the windowThe sun streamed in trough them also so it was hard to see what was making the noise. It scared me slightly. But I quickly got up and glided my way over to the window. I hesitated before opening it. As soon as the window was fully open I was flung back by a pair of wings. My head hit the ground slightly and it throbbed with pain. I laid on the ground until the pain stopped. I sat up and looked at what had pushed me over to find a beautiful snowy white owl. I stepped up and took the letter from its beak before it flew off not even bothering for a mouse. I turned the envelope over a couple of times feeling the rough envelop. I looked at the beautiful sticker that held it closed I carefully opened the letter and read it.

Dear Ms. Lefleur,

We here at Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic are glad to inform you that you have been accepted to attend our school and study with the rest of our student body. We would love if you attend our school and become one of us our opening day is on August 25 we would be glad if you attend

Thank you,
Headmaster maxine.

I smiled at myself and slid the paper behind the other that was inclosed also it has a list of materials and also a list of directions to the school and my schedule ‘this is gonna be great’ I thought before lying in my bed to take a nap

First of all, you have to change your profile name in order to match the name you mentioned in your application. Secondly, you ARE NOT allowed to G-MOD, that's against or rules (I'm referring her to the letter MM supposedly sent to you).

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[jadenxsummers]

First Name: Jaden
Last Name: Summers
Age: 17
Appearance: jaden has long medium brown hair with large beautiful purple eyes. She has lushious red lips that usually don't give away her expression. She has very pale skin from head to toe and she usually never smiles but when she does it's filled with perfectly aligned perky white teeth.
History: jaden was born and raised in France where she learned to dance and play piano tough she always hated dancing she loved to play piano it was her passion she basically lived her life around playing piano. The only reason she kept dancing because her parents made a deal with her. If she did dancing classes she would get a piano and lessons. Her parents always caught her playing her piano in the night and would punish her for it. She was only allowed to play piano for 5 hours a day. She would play it all day if she could but she couldn't. Jaden disliked her parents actually they were mean and cruel. To everyone who was lower then them.  And she was always teased by her sister who hated her because of her jealousy 
Personality:jaden is very very VERY independent girl. She has trouble opening up to people because she is always afraid they will turn on her like her sister did. She is very stubborn but when she opens up she is a very nice and charming girl. Quite childish at times but if you hurt her or the people she loves ( which is nobody at the moment) she will hurt you backharder.
Sample RP:
Jaden listened silently to the music that was playing on her radio. Her fingers tapped along with the beat. It seemed like she would never be able to play like her idol Jon Schmidt. She knew of many pianist that were supposedly "better" them him. But something about his music spoke to her. All she wanted in this life was to play piano the way she wanted to. She didn't want to learn to dance lime her parents wanted her to she wanted to play piano in front of millions of people who would cheer her on when her angelic music stopped. She wanted to share her music with the rest of the world like Jon did. That was her dream. Her dream that she dreamt of every night. And pictured every minute of every day. But it was a dream that she would always haft to snap out of. She hated dancing. It just wasn't for her. She was too clumsy for it. Always getting yelled at for tripping over her feet and falling. She didn't get it. If she was so good at keeping a beat in her head and fingers on the piano then why not in her feet on the dance floor.
Jaden sighed once again placed her hands on the keys of the white grand piano in her all purple room. She tried again to match the sound of the music that was playing. That is how she would learn. Not by reading notes from a paper but playing along with the CD until she got it perfect. She Always wanted to be perfect but no matter what she was too clumsy. People always looked down and laughed at her. Because she was different. Her sister was the perfect one the one who would never mess up or do anything wrong. The one who was always nicer or prettier then Jaden. Jaden was always alone. Many not physically but mentally she was alone nobody understood her passion for piano and nobody understood her about how she didn't want to follow exactly in her sisters footsteps. 
Jaden always believed in shoes. Not the shoes that she put on her feet. But the metaphorical kind like the saying " you don't really know somebody until you walk a mile in their shoes" she believed that her shoes were warn down old broken sneakers. And her and her sisters shoe side was not the sane size. Tough her parents tried and tried to force her sisters hand me down shoes on her feet. They wouldn't fit. She did not have the feet of a dancer she had the feet of a pianist. Her sisters shoes were new shiny high heels while jadens were old broken sneakers that she would never let go of. 
Her hands danced across the keys and pushed only a selected few. Only the ones that matched those of the music. She had been working on this song for almost four hours. The song ended fading into quietness. She laid her hands back on her lap and sighed. She had finally done it she played the song with no mistakes. She quickly got up and made her way to her bathroom to prep for bed before crashing in bed exhausted. She would learn another song tomorrow. And she happily drifted off to sleep.

ROURIE, love.

[mayday]

First Name:
Aubrey

Middle Name:
Alysabeth (Pronounced like Elizabeth but with an A and a s)

Last Name:
Monroe

Age:
Seventeen, April 24th

Appearance:


History:
Aubrey lived a tough life as far as having six older brothers go to help raise her. The reason why I say they helped raise her was because, her mother died just three years after the only girl in the Monroe family was born. So all of the brothers, Hannibal(30), Kristofer(29), Zane(26), Homer(24), Kyle(20), Travis(18), started to help out raising their little sister while their father was too busy to go out and get drunk and work. The girl never saw her dad really unless it was late at night when he'd run through the house drunk off his bum just to yell at her, thinking it was her mother.

The only time her dad did try to be a father was when he'd forcingly teach her how to play the cello. Though just to keep the old man happy, she would act like she didn't want to play but truthfully it brought her closer to the mother she can't remember. But that was back before she was ten. Now he has nothing to do with her but yell and that is how she would like it, rather than talk to him.

A couple years passed before Hannibal found their dad in a ditch with alcohol poisoning. He was soon found unfit to raise all seven children so Hannibal and Kristofer quickly took the job to help keep the family together. It was worse to have no parents but it would be bloody horrid to not know where your brothers or sister were at. Now Aubrey is seventeen. She lives with her brothers Zane, Homer, Kyle, and Travis in south England. She's trying to keep herself a better person and not fall into the dark path her dad took.

Personality:
Audrey has a hard shell that protects her (not literally). With her brothers raising her they taught her to be tough and don't take crap from people. The last thing they wanted to deal with was a heart break. As hard as she tried to not take crap from people, she always found herself with the wrong type of guy, the ones that broke her heart, even one shattered it. They taught her to live like there is no tomorrow.

No matter the cause you can find Aubrey with a finger near her mouth. Another thing is she has a temper when it comes to the short jokes. She will get a latter and bite your head off. (xD) Not really but that is how bad her temper can get. And sadly just as quick as it came, it takes some time for it to leave. She can be a sweet heart and loving. If it's one thing in life she learned is that with love you can get through anything if you try. She blames her eldest brother for this.

When Aubrey is feeling sad, you can find her doing three things; writing, playing the cello, or just sitting alone. the only reason why she would play the cello would to feel close to her mom, I mean yeah going to her school helps her feel close but the cello was something Marianna did and it's something Aubrey is liking. Something else they have in common is that she loves to laugh. The seventeen year old feels that once you stop laughing for good, you die. So until she dies, she tries to smile, hide all her problems and laugh.

Sample RP:
Tick. Tock. The ticks and tocks were loud and causing her to get a head ache but yet the sound was relaxing. Out of the whole school, this was the place she loved to be; as far as staying inside went. It was the clock tower. The main part why she loved the old place was hardly anyone was in this part. When Aubrey was here, it would be the only time she can let her problems bottle out and try to get over them the best she can by herself. The least she wanted to do was drag someone into her life, so instead she comes up here and gets rid of it all.

The red haired girl pushed herself off of the cool wall. The next thing she did was place a finger on her peach color lips while the rest rested on her chin. Today she was up here just for because. She didn't have to have a reason to come up here she just didn't feel like being around people. I mean when you have six brothers all wanting to be in your business, getting away is nice sometimes. I mean the attention is great don't get her wrong, Aubrey loves it but she also likes being left alone.

That my friend is why the ginger is up in the clock tower all by herself. To get away from people. Aubrey dropped her hand and sighed to herself as she walked around the small room. After an hour of this the girl was starting to feel like she could go crazy from the smallness of the room. So she walked over to the crate and picked up her bag as she was going to make her way out of the room and to her dorm. And trying not to get caught seeing as it's late in the night. . .


((I hope this will do ^^ if not I can always try again. lol))

I believe you're a Rouerie, also.