Sorting (Term Sixteen)

[harrietquake]

first name. Harriet.
last name. Quake.
age. Sixteen.

appearance.

personality.

PIERCING -- Harry is just one of those girls. Your eyes immediately lock onto her the minute she enters a room, all soul-eating confidence and a grin that seems to know everything right before it happens. Every word spoken on a first impression is tossed out with the intent to maim. She wants to mark you, draw blood, make you remember - because honestly, it's the negative that sticks with us the most. The woman who tears you apart with a two-second glance and a feral smile will be replayed in your head for days; what of the nice, soft-spoken lass who offered you a napkin to mop up your spilled coffee? Anything is worth the risk as long as it's memorable. For this reason, many find Harriet difficult to deal with. Friends are fickle, fleeting - which is just fine, really, to hell with them anyway. Harry doesn't have that human need to be liked. Only one person's opinion matters, and that's her sister's, the only constant, the only thing she knows will never change. So no, making friends is not on her agenda. Making an impression is.

EXUBERANT -- The sharpness of her words never quite fit with the bright, glimmering smile or the delighted little clap she gives right before laughing. She shines. She's perfected radiance down to an art, scribbling notes on her arms as she watches the sun or Breakfast at Tiffany's. And while she's certainly perfected it as a venus-fly-trap means of self defense, this vibrancy is something she has always owned. It's that zest for life, you see. It's the fact that she loves just as readily as she hates, but she loves all the wrong things and still smiles at you anyway. Her snide comments betray her intentions, and even so, you can't help but want to please her, all because she giggles at absolutely nothing and waves hello to total strangers in a way that's unbelievably all-American. She glitters like the gold rush, equal parts hopeful and entirely false.

DECEITFUL -- Lying, to put it bluntly, is a ridiculous amount of fun. It pushes the limits of human trust, stretches heartstrings until they're taut and almost musical. What began as a hobby now dips into habit, and while Harry sometimes feels remorse, she doesn't care about anyone enough to stop the game. (It was the end of her last relationship. A lie is so difficult to keep contained, you know.) She's a trickster, that one. Be wary. Tread carefully. She'll say just about anything to keep you intrigued, to keep you guessing, to keep you enraptured. A good little actress, that Harriet Quake. She should be in the movies. She should be a star. That's how a reputation is built, anyway. Honesty is used when Harry wants to unsettle a crowd; falsities, when she wants to ensnare them.

RAW -- Nothing about Harry is filtered or purified. She's a girl uncensored, unrestrained. Not to say that she's the epitome of a wild child, because truly, she's quite composed. She was always the more obedient of the Quake sisters while they were growing up, yet despite the contrasting comparisons the more ignorant seem to make, Harriet is every bit as feral. A lady she may be - polite even while saying the cruelest of things - but not a practiced one.

OVERWHELMING -- Some have compared Harriet to a train wreck, a car crash, an atomic bomb. She slams into your life when you least expect it - hell, when you don't really want her to - and at the end of it all, you're left on your ass in the rubble, wondering what the hell you're going to do now.

history.

The top began to spin, and there was nothing beneath it - just air. Just air, and it was spinning, smack dab in the middle of the living room. Janette smiled, relief evident in the crow's feet stretching and clawing beside her eyes. Robert applauded. Iris sat quietly. Harriet laughed, an excited little bark that spiraled into the air, knocking the top back into gravity and onto the wooden floor.

So this was magic. How could someone live without it? Harry could feel it inside of her, banging its own pulse right next to her heart, just as definitely as she could feel her right hand or her nose. It was a part of her. It made her whole. Gazing upon Iris with her eight-year-old eyes, Harry wondered how her older sister was getting on, how she was even breathing. Didn't it hurt, not having magic? Didn't it feel off balance, off center, out of whack? Did all non-magical people even notice that something vital was missing? As the thrill of discovery evaporated and rose toward the ceiling fan, Harriet felt suddenly protective of Iris, defensive. Ashamed in a way, I suppose. Poor, poor Iris. Little hands reached up to smooth down Iris' hair in a soothing gesture - an apology. A promise.

"It's okay, sissy. We can share."

And it was almost true.

* * *

Harry's earliest memory is that of her fourth birthday. There were balloons in the backyard, and the neighbor's dog was barking. She didn't like her cake, so daddy ate it all. Daddy also built a swing-set for the girls to use (much to mom's hand-wringing worry), which was tall and shiny and ever so inviting to a spitfire little girl filled with sugar and vanilla ice cream.

"Sissy!" she called out, rubbing her knee where she fell in the dry suburban grass. "Sissy, watch me swing! Watch me!"

Robert was messing with the muggle video camera, Janette was busy receiving an owl. No one was looking when Harry jumped from the swing. No one was looking but Iris. Blood poured from the little girl's chin where she banged it on the patio, tiny bits of gravel and cement embedded in the wound. Her parents, as loving as they were, noticed too late, and it was Iris who scooped Harriet into her arms and whispered soft words until the nearby mediwizard arrived at their door.

* * *

The cabin of the plane is crowded. Even with their inheritance, the girls are stuck in business class, laying their heads on scratchy pillows and listening to babies cry. When the stewardess asks if Harriet would like anything to drink, she says yes to a plastic cup half-filled with Coca Cola. Iris tells her to rack off and stares at the gaudy green print of the woman's uniform. This is the beginning of the beginning. A new life. Harry absently remembers reading something about the symbolic properties of the color green, but is roughly thrown out of her train of thought by a bout of unexpected turbulence.

Iris grabs her hand.

* * *

Being a witch at Salem Academy is, in a word, awesome. No, seriously. It totally is. While Salem Academy isn't actually located in Salem (that would be really morbid, considering the city's spotted history and penchant toward muggle tourism), it is in downtown Boston, and Harriet fxcking loves it. There's so much to do, to see, to want and think and feel. Everything is heightened. By the time she turns fourteen, she's already staying out past curfew and rolling up her skirt and learning charms to spell out naughty words on the Potions teacher's chalkboard. Everything is fun and exciting and wonderful.

* * *

She never gets the chance.

It's unnaturally warm the night Robert and Janette Quake die. Not that Harriet's aware of this fact yet - she's too busy trying on dresses at her friend Rita's house. The fabric ruffles and chafes and looks absolutely ridiculous, so Harry laughs. She laughs, then tries on lipstick. Rita sings along to whatever junk's currently rotating on the record player, feet swaying in the air as the nail polish dries. It's a perfectly innocuous Saturday night. Even when Rita's mom opens the door with a stricken look on her face, beckoning Harriet to follow, she doesn't feel that anything is out of the ordinary. Nothing registers.

It isn't until she's standing in the middle of the living room watching Iris cry into her apron that Harry feels her hands begin to shake.

She's still wearing the ridiculous dress, fingers curling into the skirt, running over the hem as she sits down, crouches, arms moving to envelop her sister. This kind of grief isn't meant for sixteen year old girls. This kind of grief isn't meant for anyone.

* * *

The shock of losing her parents has made her will to live that much stronger, and parading about the new school, Beauxbatons, as someone she could never be - anyone but herself didn't seem like a good idea. So, instead, she forced her way into the environment.

rp sample.

Harriet wasn't the sort of person to visit the library all that often, actually she had never been the Beauxbatons library. To her books weren't exciting, they weren't fasinating. Sure they had the potential to be interesting but they just weren't - it was all facts and figures with no passion behind the words. Or at least there didn't seem to be any passion to the blonde girl.

That didn't explain why she was walking hesitatly into the mysterious place surounding her, that was because she needed to find a certain spell to form a basis for a little experiment she was working on. Of course usually she would have tried to make one up but her attempts had failed dramatically, she probably would have continued trying if it hadn't been for someone (she can't remember who) telling her that they could have sworn that that spell was already in existance. She had a feeling that they had been trying to upset her but it hadn't really, in fact it had been extraordinarily useful. Of course she had wasted several hours but maybe knowing how to make a chicken's wings much larger would help at some point in the future (which had been why she had written it down in her very scruffy notebook).

Of course she could have asked any one of her professors, they would have probably known the spell but that was hardly the point - Harriet never did anything easy, it made life too dull. She didn't even ask the librarians where she would be able to find the section of books she wanted. Probably in any other circumstance the librarians would have approached her but the sight of Harry had shocked them too much - it wasn't often that someone would walk into the library covered in chicken feathers.

Of course since she had no idea where she was looking it took her a rather long time to find the magical beasts section, she did pick up a book on experimental charms however as she wondered through (far more interesting than domestic charms in her opinion).

Finally she found the correct bookshelf, but then again there was no guarentee that it would actually be here (if could be in a transfiguration area as well). Her fingers stretched themselves across the line of books as she murmered their titles under her breath. Of course she could have read the titles internally but since Harry didn't care she didn't see the point in being completely silent.

Soon enough she had a pile of books from a variety of sections piled up in her arms. In all reality the book on spells for chickens was the most likely to have what she was looking for but the others looked so interesting that she couldn't help but pick them up in the hope that they might give her a couple of useful spells (without being boring).

Eventually she made her way over to a nearby table before she toppled over with the weight of the books in her arms. She didn't even notice the boy sitting there until she had actually sat down - before that she had been more occupied with not dropping the books. She didn't recognize him so she was pretty sure that he went to Beauxbatons, of course she could be wrong but she was pretty certain that she knew most of her fellow students.

Definitely SOURNOIS!

[emyrs a-g ambrose ♢]

SUCKED INTO THIS WORLD
AGAIN, CAN I CHERISH ANYTHING I GIVE?
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BLAKENEY KAIL LEE !
OH WE RUN, ROUND AND ROUND, STRAIGHT UP AND DOWN

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

THIS IS IN YOUR BLOOD, YOU
MUST CUP YOUR HANDS, TO FILL IT UP
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FULL NAME: Blakeney Kail Mortis Nott Lee-Thorne Greyson
NICKNAMES: Blake, Blakie (ONLY for Rosemary), Lake, Lakey, Kai, Lee, Thorne, Tone, Grey, Rey, Daddy.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: Forever Eighteen (350) & February 14th
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
YEAR / OCCUPATION: Student, First Year
BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood, Veela, Vampire, Dhampir.

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE ME
GROWS, LITTLE HIDDEN WORLD WHERE
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LIKES:

DISLIKES:

OVERALL PERSONALITY:

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

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

If Blake ever does open to you, which is really hard to do, you’ll see the side of wonder and curiosity in him. But you’ll also see a side that is very intelligent and sweet. Blakeney is a big gentleman and still is toward the ladies, in fact he rarely ever gets mad at them unless he feels that they are abusing their body in some way or letting themselves become fools like some of the vampires say. Blake also would show his philosophical side and would always be willing to listen and offer a shoulder to cry on. If he knows you’re sick he’ll force you to stay in bed and will make you some soup, which is actually pretty good after all he has existed for over three hundred years. Basically he would be a compassionate and sweet guy, someone a lot of people thought that never existed in Blakeney. Blake actually does have a conscious, despite his harsh and caustic words he gives to many people. Whenever he sees someone cry because of them, his heart breaks. However his face stays neutral and calm. It is a skill he has attained over time, one that he is very grateful for because he already knows that he has to protect himself more then most people because of certain people’s belief and standards.

The one side not that many people see, other then Rosemary of course, is his sweet and protective side; one where he becomes nurturing and almost maternal. Blakeney becomes like this because he grew-up without all of that and feels that no child deserves to be raised like he was. It is another reason why he cannot say no to Rosemary, as long as her request is reasonable. There are so many more layers to Blakeney, but you can’t be told everything all at once and some things are always better off known later on.

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

Kristopher Shaun Nott – 550 – Vampire – Works for Ministry

MOTHER:

Vespera Eris Mortis – Deceased – Muggle-Born – Healer

SIBLINGS:

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

OTHER FAMILY:

Several Uncles and Aunts and Cousins
Rosemary Annabelle Marie-Claire Scott Lee – 4 – Half-Blood – Adopted Daughter – Daddy’s Little Princess

HISTORY:

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

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

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

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AND NOW I CALL YOU OUT, MY
FRIEND, YOU BETTER GET IT BACK BEFORE
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Daddy! Daddy! Time to wake up!

Even though it was Rosemary’s voice, all Blake wanted to do was sleep some more. Of course he loved his daughter’s sweet voice, but it was a bit on the irritating side when he wished to sleep. But rather then dismissing it, Blake groaned while got up and asked, Yes Rosie? As he looked at his daughter a smile appeared on his face. It could not be helped. It was his precious Rosemary. As Blake struggled, a little, to get up a faint smile appeared as he heard a giggle or two escape the fellow blonde. Eventually, after a few failed attempts, Blake was sitting up right. Tilting his head, slightly to the right, Blakeney asked his daughter, Hmm, what shall we do today Rosie? As more laughter reached Blake’s ears, warmed filled his heart. It was comforting to see the little girl giggle, especially since he recalled the moment he had seen the girl, covered in dirt and rags for clothing. While the thoughts entered his head, Blake’s heart tightened and almost instantly he reached out to the little girl and embraced her tightly.

As his embrace got tighter Blake whispered softly in French, Rosie, vous toujours serez ma petite fille, indépendamment de.[/color] The embrace did not last long, especially because he heard the poor little girl yelp out of pain. Releasing the small frail girl, Blake apologized, Daddy’s sorry little Princess. A faint frown appeared as he apologized. He felt horrible. He was constantly forgetting, but also getting constantly reminded, that Rosemary was a mortal and not a vampire. But he was grateful. It meant she did not have go through the pain and suffering he did. But at the same time he was fearful. Especially since Rosemary was actually quite bright for her age and was able to figure out that Blake was no ordinary wizard. As he just sat there waiting for the little girl’s response, Blake he began to think of the day when he would have to tell Rosemary the truth. He hoped the girl would not freak out. But he already realized the likelihood of that. It was high. But luckily Rosemary was a witch.

A faint smile appeared on Blakeney’s face as he recalled the day he found out that the little girl before him was a witch. It was an interesting day. One he would never forget. The weather had been like any day in England, cloudy and gloomy. But there was no rain, at least not yet, and Blake had been asleep. That was until he heard a loud crash and that was when he found Rosie surrounded by shards of glass, luckily none had injured the poor girl. But what else he found was that in Rosie’s hands was her favorite Hello Kitty cup, unharmed, which had been placed on the very top shelf. That day was truly one of the best days ever. It felt like a gift, really. But that was only because it meant, at least he could share one secret with the girl. And, hopefully, one day he could share the other one and she would accept him just like the day she accepted him as her father. But for now, Blakeney Kail Lee was the Wizard father of Rosemary Annabelle Lee who was ready for another day with her.

TRANSLATION: Rosie, you'll always be my little girl, no matter what. [/font][/size]
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(sorry for the crappy application)

I'm thinking Cossu for you! It will help you explore your talents.

[outofcontrol]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sample RP:

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"Nichole Elizabeth Mars!"

"I'm coming, calm down!"

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

"I don't see why I'm even going to this stupid school anyways, it's stupid." Nicki pulled a cigarette out of her hoodie pocket and lit it up in her grandparents kitchen.
"I'm fine and you're still just sending me away to a stupid school where i don't know anyone and people are going to be different then me, so i don't see why I'm going but let's get out of here." She went to her grandparents and gave them both a hug with her smoke still in one hand and then put it back in her mouth and walked out the front door.

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

"I guess I'll see you later." She said in a cold voice as she threw her smoke onto the tracks.
She gave her brother a hug and she walked onto the train and went to sit down. She found a compartment alone and sat down, she pulled her hood over her head and pulled her knees to her chest and fell asleep thinking, so much fun ahead very sarcastically.

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

Redone


I want to highlight the fact that smoking is forbidden at Beauxbatons, meanwhile, if you don't want to loose house points, you have reconsider if you want your character to be a smoker. IT HAS TO BE Sournois.

[isby]

First Name:
Thisbe

Middle Name:
Auden

Last Name:
Night

Nickname(s):
Isby

Age and Birthday:
Seventeen, march 6

Appearance:


History:
Thisbe Auden was born into a weird family. Her whole life people thought she was adopted just because her parents made the weirdest couple in the history of couples. Her father, George, was a full blooded giant while her mother, Jessalyn, was of elven blood. Luckily for Isby she met them in the middle of people what most people call "normal height".

Thisbe was the second oldest child of the four that the Night family had. Sadly, she was the only girl as well. She learned to be tough and how to fight as well as play in the mud, seeing as her best friend growing up was her older brother,Trevor. As she gotten older she did become more girlie, though she doesn't usually care what people think of her clothes or the 3 cent labels that make the money for the clothes. One thing many people didn't know about her growing up was that she was and still is a wiz kid at mythology. She could most likely go and teach you a class on it or even help you pass. All together you could say she grew up in a loving family. That was up until she was fifteen.

Her mother was pregnant with her fifth child. It was to be another girl. Thisbe could not wait to have a little sister. Not to mention that it would almost be just like her and her older Brother seeing as Hollis, the youngest, was only a year old and would be still when the girl would be born. The only issue was that the bay was pretty much half the size of their mom when it was only half way due. In the end, they both died. It was too complicated for both the baby and the mother. Thisbe had to grow up a few years faster and help raise Hollis. I mean the hard part was finished, but it was still not the easiest thing to do at fifteen. After the death of her mom she became quieter and more calm. She wasn't a wild child that was always hyper.

Personality:
Thisbe is just what she seems to people. Sweet. She has a heart of gold and is caring no matter if you claim you hate her. Her biggest flaw is that she can care too much and sometimes over think situations. Thisbe is very intelligent and doesn't have the insert foot in mouth syndrome that tends to run in her family. The one thing that the blond loves is dancing. She never took any classes for it but her mom would just show her a few moves and soon enough she was creating her own little dances, letting her creativity flow free. It kept her calm and helped her cope with her mother's death. Dancing is something that made her feel close to her mom. On a side note, you can call Thisbe a bookworm. No matter where she is, you can find a book with her.

If you think Thisbe is a boring person she likes to have fun. What person in their right mind wouldn't love to have fun? You don't have to spend money or even take her to wild and exotic places for her to consider it fun. Some times simple is more. With her it's very true. You don't have to try and go over board with anything. Laughing is the perfect medicine and for her that is very true. Thisbe loves to laugh and make everyone around her laugh. A wise woman once told her that "Never stop laughing. The day you do is the day you truly die. And honey, your laugh is too golden to not ever hear again." The girl is trusting The only thing she couldn't do, if you asked, would be get up in front of loads of people, even four, and dance. She just doesn't have that sort of confidence in her.

Sample RP:

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock...
It was all she could hear in her room. The sound of the clock ticking as it counted away the seconds until her next class. Seeing as she didn't have any for the time being, she decided to go back to her dorm and just relax a little bit. The girl would work on something more productive then just laying in bed thinking but her only homework she had was mythology and if you knew this blond haired girl, mythology was just a walk in the park.

Letting a sigh escape her soft peach lips she rolled over onto her stomach. Laying her head down on the pastel yellow pillow, the blond curls followed her movement and fell onto the pillow. Thisbe knew without looking at a clock that she had about an hour or so before she had to get up and leave for her class. Without a second thought the gray orbed girl lifted her head and looked outside. The sun was shinning and very few clouds over took the sky. In general it was a perfect day to be outside. So why was the girl being stuck inside? She had no clue. So she pushed herself off of the bed and slowly slid her feet to the floor. As she stood up she stretched her arms to the sky before walking over to her closet. If she was going outside she needed to get her shoes. Isby was an organized girl. Once she was done with something the girl had to put it back. Even with her clothing, once she was done wearing it they either went to her closet or the hamper.

Once the white and gray checkered Vans were on her feet she headed to her door. The girl had a lot on her mind and the outside just seemed to help make it all better. The main thing that was haunting her mind was the anniversary of her mother's dead and the baby sister she would have had. Usually she doesn't try to get all mopey and sad but just something wanted her to for once. It was something strange. Shaking it off with running her fingers through her locks, Thisbe continued her walk through the castle to the great outdoors. The only sound she could hear on her walk besides the thoughts in her mind were her feet slapping the ground. With each step she was closer to the fresh air and the warmth of the sun. It was something she couldn't wait to have.



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I cannot imagine you in other house than... COSSU XO

[ameythestdeangel]

Pending?

first Name: Ameythest
Last Name:Karviconarski- DeAngel
Age: 12
Appearance: Ameythest is about 4.8
She has changed enormously over the years Her sickly pale & thin body has filled out to a true beauty as are all Veela Long Ebony hair (black) Hair that comes to The middle of her back, Usually kept up in a Crown Braid Or Crimped. Her Big Expressive Eyes change with her Mood but they are naturally A deep midnight blue.
Family:Father: Vlad Karviconarski - Deceased before birth
Brother: Aiden DeAngel -Living in England.
Sister: None
Mother: Nakita Karviconarski-Deceased * Died giving birth to Amey* Blood Type: Veela
History: Amethyst Karviconarski as born in Russia twelve years ago To a very wealthy Family, She was the youngest child, But Sadly she did not know her parents Her Father Had died before she had been born, Her mother died giving birth to her. She was raised by the servants of her parents, she has no Knowledge of what a Family or did until she Had gotten a Letter from her Older Brother Aiden who lived in England and due to him being a Pro Quidditch player for the Appleby Arrows, Aiden was Wealthy and wanted to Her, To come & Live with him, the same day she got a Letter that she would be attending Beauxbaton's Academy.
Sample RP:Amethyst wandered around her parent's old house Saying farewell to all the servants. She was moving today,Amey then took One last look around and threw down the floo powder saying DeAngel Manor. She landed in the Huge Main Fireplace of Her new Home, She walked to the Large bay Window and Looke out, It was Bright and Sunny , and the birds each had a song to sing. As Amey looked around she said (thick russian accent)"wow,ez place iz zoo vig, iz veautiful” she said As she looked around At The manor, Suddenly young maid came over to Amey, Introducing herself as Naomi, she explained she was to take Amey to meet Aiden.

***3 weeks later*** Amey stood Awaiting the Carriage In her best dress: www.polyvore.com/amey/set?id=24209749 She waited for the Beauxbaton carriage she hoped she would make some New friends. Amey,wished that there was some way though she had high doubts about it but she wish she could meet her Hero & Role model The Beauxbaton Tri-wizard champion Fleur Delacour, Amey looked up to Fleur as her Hero, Amey's greatest wish is that there could be some way she could become friends with her hero but she highly doubted this would happen.

[gabriella]

Waiting for the end to come !
^{WISHING I HAD STRENGTH TO STAND !}

maria gabrielle chevalier
^{THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED ! ITS OUT OF MY CONTROL ! FLYING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT !}

FULL NAME: Maria Gabriella Chevalier
NICKNAMES: Ria, Gabby, & Ella
AGE & BIRTHDAY: Sixteen & December 6th
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
PLAY-BY: Selena Gomez

thoughts were spilling in my head !
^{SO MANY THINGS WERE LEFT UNSAID ! IT'S HAD TO LET YOU GO !}

LIKES:

• 80s Movies
  
• flowers
  
• herbology
  
• being outdoors
  
• gardening
  
• animals
  
• animal rights
  
• singing
  
• potions
  
• her family
  
• music
  
• speaking Spanish
  
• her powers
  
• the color purple
  
• dressing somewhat gothic
  
• sitting alone
  
• silence
  
• gem Stones
  
• spiders
  
• her animals

DISLIKES:

• being girly all the time
  
• her eye color (which is purple)
  
• being awake during the day
  
• school
  
• being told what to do
  
• people who pry
  
• getting stuck indoors
  
• overly sunny/hot days
  
• blood
  
• humans
  
• werewolves

FEARS:

• she'll lost her twin sister

SECRETS:

• hates humans sometimes
  
• sometimes cuts herself
  
• feels responsible for her mother's death
  
• hates being in France

THEME SONGS:

• waiting for the end - linkin park
  
• it ends tonight - all american rejects
  
• playing god - paramore
  
• airplanes - b.o.b. & haley williams
  
• bite to break the skin - senses fail

WAND:

• Yew (Black), D Type Yew (Black) Handle, Dragon Heartstring, 10" & Inflexible with Amethyst on Handle

PERSONALITY:
Like most people her age Maria tries to keep a sort of mysterious aura about her. Not to draw attention to herself, just to keep people guessing about her. She's not the typical teenage girl you'll see walking the streets of pairs, she's so much more. There are many different levels to Maria, most of them her family has no clue about and she wants to keep it that way. She doesn't like to talk about her parents because she lost her mother recently in a car crash and the thought of it all makes her depressed. Since her mother left her she's had many fits of depression, though it has happened every so often when she was alive as well. Her sister likes to just tell her it's nothing more than a phase of a chemical in balance, but Maria knows better. She's never been a truly happy child and it seems that now all the light in her life and eyes has finally fully faded away through the cruelness of time. Every so often she finds the need to punish herself for her 'sin's so she tends to either cut or isolate herself from others for days. Though a great lot of the time she acts as though she could care less about what's happened, but that's mainly to keep people form asking questions or feeling the need to comfort her. She hates to be comforted, especially by her twin.

Maria finds that putting up a brave front before others is the best way to get them 'off her back' or to keep them from questioning her actions. Though in reality she is a very brave girl, even in the face of death, she can still be very fragile especially in the hands of a boy. Even so she's not the type of person to wear her heart on her sleeve she is fairly able to become hurt by another's words or actions just as others are. Maria is just very good at hiding her sadness. She has the ability to easily hold a grudge toward the boy who breaks her heart or even those who hurt her or her family somehow. Whoever gets her blood boiling that far is in for a nasty wake up call and a whole lot of dirty looks and name calling. On another note Maria has a tendency to try and be the more fun loving girl as well as the friend everyone has that can crack the perfect joke at the perfect time. Not many people are able to see this free spirited side of her, but when it does come out those around her are in for a treat. She loves to break the awkward silence and tension by laughing about whatever happened, especially if she is somehow involved.

To keep her father off her back completely she has made it a personal goal of hers to get nothing less than a B in any of her classes, and so far Maria has managed to keep her grades up to her own standards. But even straight A & B students get into trouble every now and again. Maria is a big prankster, especially when it comes to her sister's personal life and those who she holds grudges against. She's not afraid to do somewhat 'disgusting' pranks involving a number of frogs, aged milk, and spiders which also ties into her tomboy layer. Maria is practically the boy her father has always secretly wanted due to her love of the outdoors, sports, animals, and bugs. She loves to be outdoors gardening, playing with spiders or frogs, and even practicing archery or her fishing skills.

i know what it takes to move on !
^{I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO LIE ! ALL I WANNA DO IS TRADE THIS LIFE FOR SOMETHING NEW !}

ETHNICITY: Spanish & French
LANGUAGES: Spanish, French & English
BLOOD STATUS: Demonic/Vampiric
HOME TOWN: Barcelona, Spain
FATHER:

Gabriel Chevalier - Vampire - 186 - Father

MOTHER:

Zepherina Chevalier - Demon - 39 - Mother - Deceased

SIBLINGS:

Marisol Chevalier - Demon/Vampire - 16 - Twin Sister

OTHER:

Isabel De'Luca - Demon - 38 - Mother's Best Friend

PETS Kitten - Pumpkin & Duck - Charlie
HISTORY:
Maria Chevalier was born into this world on December 6th alongside with her five minute older sister, Marisol. The two girls were born from a vampire for a father and a demon for a mother, though no one argued with this perfect match. The girls came out beautifully and seemingly perfect, but with odd eye colors. Marisol was blessed with her father deep blue eyes which pierced the soul as daggers pierce the heart while Maria was born with the more unusual color. She had a deep purple, which at times seemed to glow and with one glance she could stop any human in their tracks. The two girls grew up in Barcelona, Spain with their mother and father in the somewhat more wealthy part of the town. The family wasn't exactly rich, but they were more well off than most families due to their father's savings from the 1820's. Even at a young age the girls dressed and acted just as they do now. Maria was the goth of the family while Marisol was the princess in pink, well blue. They were like night and day, black and white, ying and yang, very so much identical to the eyes, but once someone saw them for who they are they were so much more than what they appeared to be.

The two girls grew up in a magical environment, learning all there was to learn about their demonic and vampiric side from each parent as best as they possibly could. Though they attended a muggle school for six hours a day, afterwards they would receive four more hours of 'school' to keep up with the other magical blooded children just like themselves. They learned their demon's names and how to control them as well as how to drink from humans and to control their thirst. Though when the two girls turned fifteen and it was time for them to learn the more important muggle skill of all, all hell broke lose. Maria was the first of the two to learn how to drive, due to Marisol's fear of crashing. After months of practice Maria and her mother drove out to Madrid, Spain to visit her mother's best friend Isabel De'Luca and her family. On the way back she asked her mother constantly to drive, and finally she caved in after having to hear Maria nag about how she was being treated like a child. On the drive back to the two girls could hear the loud boom of thunder and the flashing of lightning in the far distance.

Maria shrugged off this bad omen and began to turn up their radio to drown out the noise. A half hour away form their home rain began to pour down upon them harshly making it difficult for Maria and her mother to even see out the windshield. A few miles from their home Maria turned onto a busy street, not seeing an oncoming car which seconds later crashed into them on her mother's side. The car flipped continuously until it finally came to a stop and the police were immediately called. The next thing Maria knew she was in a hospital with Marisol at her bedside, puffy eyed and her father arguing with the doctor outside her door. Once she began to recall what had happened she began to thrash about and pulled out her IV. Maria dashed out of her room in frantic search of her mother, but once her father was able to catch her she realized her mother hadn't made it out alive and began to scream and collapse onto the floor. Her mother was gone forever and it would forever be her fault.

The family of now three moved to France months after to be their their father's family. There she received her pet kitten, pumpkin, and pet duckling, charlie, as gifts from Isabel. The pain of her mother's loss never left her heart for a minute and the more the blamed herself the more she physically hurt herself by either cutting or snapping rubber bands on her wrists. She felt the need to suffer somehow and would even isolate herself from others and forbid herself to drink any sort of blood for weeks, causing herself to grow weaker and weaker. Knowing this her father enrolled her and her sister into Beauxbaton Academy of Magic in hopes that Maria would turn her life around and her sister wouldn't have to deal with her constant depression any longer.

holding onto what i haven't got !
^{SITTING IN AN EMPTY ROOM ! TRYING TO FORGET THE PAST ! THIS WAS NEVER MEANT TO LAST !}

hey there i'm ALARA. i've been living the days one-by-one for SEVENTEEN years now. THREE of those years i've dedicated to role-playing. i attend the concerts and major events that appear in WASHINGTON so when i'm not on you can contact me by PM OR E-MAIL. oh and KAI BELIKOV are also figments of my imagination.

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

Maria woke up in the local hospital with Marisol at her bedside, puffy eyed and her father arguing with the doctor outside her door. Her head ached in pain as she glanced around the room to notice that her mother was nowhere to be seen. For a moment she figured she was in another room asleep or even downstairs in the hospital's cafeteria getting something better than hospital food. It would take a lot more than a car crash to keep her mother from being up and about. "Don't cry so much, you look prettier when you smile Mari," muttered Maria in a harsh voice followed by a muffled laugh. She had hoped to hear her sister's cheerful laugh, but instead receiver another but tears and a disgusted look. "Hey don't give me your stupid tears, I'm alright so stop it Mari." Maria was beginning to become annoyed with the silence which caused her ears to ring. turning her attention from her sister she began to try and overhear her father's conversation with the doctor as she began to wonder what he was doing away from her mother.

She knew the two were somehow inseparable by choice and it was odd to see them apart as they were now. Not long after she began to overhear her father and the doctor she heard the word 'morte' and her father began to become teary eyed. It didn't take long for Maria to put two and two together and as she began to recall what happened after the car crash she began to thrash around violently and pulled out her IV. Dashing out of her room she began to franticly search for her mother. She can't be gone, thought Maria as she pushed past her father and made her way down to the cafeteria after passing all the hospital beds and rooms filled with people other than her mother. Her memory came back violently and painfully, but she chose to ignore it as she continued her search. "Madre! Madre! ¿Dónde estás! Madre!!!" screamed Maria as she finally made her way back upstairs and was finally caught by her father's strong arms. "¿por qué, padre? ¿por qué?" Tears streamed down her eyes as she held onto her father and watched as her sister walked toward the two.

"This is all your fault! It's always your fault! Why couldn't you just let mom drive for once?!? Why do you always have to screw everything up?!?" Screamed Marisol as she began to turn red with anger. Maria knew Marisol was right, it was her fault. "Ne vous avisez pas en parler à votre sœur comme ça Marisol!" Her father's words sounded muffled to Maria as she continued to clutch his arms. She hung to her sister's every word as the two continued to argue in a mixture of French and Spanish.

TRANSLATIONS:

• "Madre! Madre! ¿Dónde estás! Madre!!!" - "Mother! Mother! Where are you! Mother!!!"
  
• "¿por qué, padre? ¿por qué?" - "why, father? why?"
  
• "Ne vous avisez pas en parler à votre sœur comme ça Marisol!" - "Don't you dare talk to your sister like that Marisol!"

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I cannot place you in Rouerie, nor Sournois, but I can in Cossu...

[achlysnyx]

First Name: Achlys Nyx
Last Name: Dracul
Age: 15
Appearance: Black hair that goes down to her waist and is slightly wavy. Silver eyes with a black ring around the colored part that glow slightly at night. Pale skin with no blemishes. a crescent shaped silver scar on the right side of her neck that is one inch long. Long, thick, black eyelashes. 5'6 and thin but toned. Walks gracefully (like a glide) with her head held high. Full lips that are slightly pouty. Two very sharp fangs. Wears a simple white dress and black lace up sandals. Fingernails painted black. Very minimal makeup, maybe a little bit of mascara.
History: Born of the goddess Achlys and Vlad on October 31, 1820...She has the first name of her mother, first name of her grandmother, and last name of her father. She is very quiet, but alarmingly beautiful. Her eyes hold the power to create death and mist. She has her mother's power, and duty, to cloud over a dead person's eyes with death mist. She is graceful, but deadly...and doesn't know the full extent of her strength and power. She protects the ones she loves, and would happily give her won life to save that of her loved ones. However, she has been cursed with immortality, making it impossible to give her life up. She loves being immortal, and has never wanted it any other way. She is a very powerful Necromancer, but still seems oblivious to her power and the spell she casts on people with her charming personality and gorgeous looks.
Personality: Quite nice to the people the likes, but hell in human form to the people she dislikes. She is extremely powerful, but does not know just how powerful. She is intelligent beyond her years, and will easily beat out the best student. She loves darkness and the night, and anything having to do with the moon. Some say she looks like she has the moon captured in her eyes, and they are probably right. She is an exceptional singer, dancer, and writer. Behind her gorgeous exterior, however, lies a sinister and rage filled heart. She enjoys hurting and manipulating others, and does not care about the pain they show. She has a hot temper that flares up at the smallest things, but makes her power grow enormously. Her only weakness is her vanity. She knows she is beautiful and captivating, and that knowledge sometimes gets in the way of her moving forward.
Sample RP: Achlys jumped down from the tree she was crouched in and landed in a crouch on the cool, damp soil beneath her. She stood quickly and turned toward the path bathed in moonlight and leading to the stone mansion she called home. Her parents had caught her moon gazing again, and worried that her powers would intensify yet again, had forced her to enroll in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Achlys scowled as she thought of this. She hadn't chosen this life, she was merrily born this way. Powers of a witch, vampyre, and goddess had been bestowed upon her due to her odd family bloodline. She wasn't complaining...no, not at all. She loved having the ability to enrapture people in her eyes and have them wrapped around her finger, waiting loyally by her side to do whatever she told them to.
Her scowl quickly turned into a smirk at the mere thought of the control she had over mortals and immortals alike. What she didn't understand though, is why her parents were so afraid of her powers. They had said something about them being too powerful for her age, and something along the lines of "death, strife, and men". Now that didn't sound too bad to her...she strives off of chaos.
She moved silently as she reached the end of the path and her mansion came into view. Leaning against a tree and crossing her arms over her chest, she looked up at the top window. The only one with a light still on, she could see the outlines of her mom as she hastily packed Achlys' belongings. The train was going to be here in five minutes. Sighing heavily, Achlys heaved herself off the tree and walked to the mansion.
"Mom, seriously you don't have to do this. I can just control my powers for awhile. I promise, it wont happen again!" Her mom spun around to face her as she rolled her eyes. "Look, I know you don't want to go...but you just have to and I wish you would just shut up and understand that already. No arguing and no backing out. You're going, end of story."

Ten minutes later and Achlys was sitting on a plush red velvet seat in a black train going 100 mph. She was on her way to Beauxbatons...and there was no turning back now.

Please make sure to divide your RP Sample section into three full lengthened paragraphs.

[fleurdelacore]

First Name: Fleur
Last Name: Delacour
Age:22
Appearance: news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/05/entertainment_goblet_of_fire/img/9.jpg
Fleur has milky white skin as pale as the moon. Her blue eye's glisten the colour of peacock blue. Her feature's are small and petite while her golden blond hair flows and dances like a white waterfall, it almost looks like spun gold. She's is quite tall and very skinny, her cheeks are a natural pale pink, she usually wears blue or grey to bring out the prominent and vivid colour of her eyes, But many people say she would look good in any colour. Summer dress are her favorite, she would NEVER go with out her french pea coat of course, and walks elegantly in high heels (her other favorite ) Her voice is soft and pure with a strong but lovely french accent.
History: Fleur Delacour was born into a pure blood family on May 4th 1988, her mom Apolline being a half veela witch who lived in France, and Monsieur Delacour was a wizard. Gabrielle Delacour is Fleur's younger sister born around 1995. Both Fleur and Gabrielle have adopted there mother's personality and appearance, they are both one quarter veela passing through the family as there maternal grandmother was full veela.
Apolline did attend Beuxbaton's Academy of Magic, and graduated with the honour of magic in her seventh year. Fleur also competed in the Triwizard tournament at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during her seventh year and came in last place following krum, diggory and Harry Potter.
Personality: Rather stuck up at some moments. Fleur thinks she is far better then everyone else since she is from such a high class family, although she is VERY kind once you get past her hard shell. Fleur is very generous, she goes about giving people elaborate gifts of beauty either bought from France or England, Usually just to show how rich she is. She is usually always polite but if something is not going he way she confines to rude tactic's by turning up her nose at things. Her mother hopes that beauxbatons will do her some good and show her that she cannot alway's get her way. Although Fleur has shown lot's of kindness and lovingness in many sort's of way's to many people, only when she was in a good mood though.

"zhat dress is ideous, I will never wear zhat." Said Fleur rudely turning up her nose in a snotty sort of way.
As her mother carelessly held up a lacey grey dress.
"Fine, you chose what you want to wear.....remember zou did ask me too help." Cried her mother, as she walking huffing out of the room, her flash of blond hair reflecting the light.

Fleur's old suitcase, sat wide open on her bed only half full of clothes and of course her beauxbaton uniform. She heaved a deep sigh, and went along packing. Throwing random clothes and ugly button jackets roughly in her trunk. Not even thinking if she would wear them or not.
"C'mon let's go." Her father's yell echoed through her dimly lit room and through the window.
"une moment." Fleur yelled throwing her hands up in desperation, leaving packing to the very last minute obviously not a good idea.
"zwell fazher and I will beee waiting in z car." Her mother said loudly slamming the door roughly behind her, seeming as though the house shook and creaked with her.
Fleur stressfully began to pack everything in reach. With a flick of her wand, piles of school supplies zoomed into the opening of her trunk, the last clothes folded neatly in her wardrobe also soared out, landing in the suitcase. Each luggage item closed with either a "CLUNK" or "zzzzzziiiiipppp", and flew out of the open bedroom door to wait impatiently at the foot of the stairs. Fleur grabbed her pea coat hastily and threw it around her shoulders not even taking the trouble to button it up. At last she plunked her felt beret upon her perfect head, and set off down the hallway and through the dusty but large house (the cleaning witch hadn't come in months).



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First of all, I'm not going to read your application until you change your name display. Automatically you broke a rule of the site by 'being' Fleur Delacour. We do not accept HP Canons, so please make sure to change that,

[shannen]

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Image:

[glow=red,2,300]First Name: Shannen[/glow]

[shadow=red,left,300]Last Name: Montague[/shadow]

Age: 15

[/i][/b]

[glow=red,2,300]Sexuality: Heterosexual[/glow]

Likes:
- Hanging out with Stefoni
- Pink fuzzy wand
- The dark

Dislikes:
- Being sad/mad
- Magnets
- Too much sun
- Her pointed ears[/size] [/b]

Carrying[/color]: Neon green shades, 4 quills, 160 parchements, wand, pink fluffy wand, necklace, note from parents.[/shadow][/i] [/b]

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History: The Montagues are an Austrailian family, parents Muggles. Shannen's birthday is January 7th, 1995. She is the only child belonging to Ameroy Montage, and Rodyl Montage (Nee Timperley). She was only 3 when her parents noticed her pointy ears. She is obviously an elf. She began to show some signs of magic, such as lifting things up without touching them, and breaking things when she was angered. Her parents thought this was crazy since they did not know Shannen was a witch. They wrote a tiny little note, and hung it on her necklace she got ever since birth. Once doing so they ran away. Shannen was to read it when she got older.And once she read it her heart broke. She did not want to be like this. Shannen, in the mourning, always looked in the mirror. She hated the pointy ears. She hated them, since she thought they were the cause of her being a child with no parents. She used her mothers wardrobe to go out and fetch food. She was not very wealthy, since they took most of the money with them, but she dealt with it. Shannen is alway being laughed at, or fuiously eyed at, because of her pointed ears. She hasn't found a way to hide them yet.

She longs for friends, but she knows she won't be getting one anytime soon because of her strange appearence. But one day that all changed. She found a girl, about the same age as her ( 12 at that time ) caught in a net. Shannen rushed over to help the struggling girl. She found out that the girl was a mermaid! Her name is Stefoni. They began hanging out a lot. More like best friends. Shannen was glad to have someone who didn't judge her. Shannen always loved looking at Stefoni. She thought Stefoni was the most beautiful creature on Earth. She loved the way Stefoni's hair majestically culed all the way to her back. Shannen would go through hours of work to curl her hair. Eventually, she would end up getting extremely frustrated, and usually throw the hair curler out the window. Anyways, Stefoni was a real charmer. Her swirly green eyes could just set you in a trance. Her smile was just perfect. Shannen wouldn't change a thing about it. Stefoni kept predicting all of these weird things... that end up coming true. Shannen asked how she knew all this but all Stefoni would do is turn pale and run away. Until, one night she spoke to Shannen, telling her she was a Seer.

[glow=red,2,300]Shannen got really mad that she kept this a secret for so long. She begn to throw stuff at Stefoni, and yell curses at her. Stefoni felt sorry, and just calmly sat there, ducking at every object Shannen threw. When Shannen finally re-captured her cool Stefoni said a surprise was waiting for us in exactly 2 days. Meanwhile, in 2 days Stefoni invited Shannen to her house. Scratch house. PALACE! It was beautiful. It was all white, and some rooms were completely filled with water! Pearls, and clams were used as seats. It was to my liking. When we sat down, two snowy owls burst into the room with letters tied onto their leg. Stefoni smiled. We opened the letters, and read them out loud. We screamed and clapped each other on the back. We were so excited! We cheered for abou 30 minutes! This would make up for the days of sadness, when my parents left me. [/glow]

Personality:
Shannen is a very exotic and interesting person, only if you catch her attention, though. Shannen has her mind set on something until she finishes it. She is very determined and won't let anything get in her way. Although, piss her off, and she'll get moody and she will go off on you. She's pale, but she will turn pink if she's mad, in some cases she'll turn red. Other than that, she's a bundle of joy! She's extremely lucky at times. Hey, luck of the Irish ;D .

She has had some guys crushing on her, but she's too shy to express her feelings. Stefoni was even nice to show her the proper way of curling her hair! Shannen feels beautiful with her hair curled. She will be very demanding and very bossy when she is stressed. She will take you breath away at the things she says. She has a high pitched southern- accent. But she doesn't talk much. She gets so embarrased when she says something funny without even noticing. This may sound weird, but it's one of the only things she has left from her parents. Her pink plastic fluffy wand. She uses it to pretend she can cast spells. She finds it very entertaining, and will go hours playing with it. [/i]

Sample RP: "I'm scared, Stef" Shannen complained. Stefoni was dragging Shannen to the Leaky Cauldron. "There are strangers, please Stef! I don't want to go! I don't any Galfrons, or whatever they are called!" Shannen cried. "It will be okay.And they're called Galleons" Stefoni replied smoothly. Shannen pulled with all her might, but couldn't succeed in breaking out of Stefonis grasp. Stefoni approached the shop-keeper and asked which block it was to enter Diagon Alley. The shop-keeper noticed the whinning, and struggling girl. He noticed her pointed ears and let out a gasp. "My, my! I haven't seen one of those in years!" He exclaimed.

"Um, we are in a hurry. Please open the wall for us." Stefoni grunted. "Give me a lock of your friends hair and I shall show you the way."The Shop-keeper said. Shannen stopped struggling, and Stefoni loosened her grip. "No!" Stefoni screamed. The shop-keeper sneered and continued to wash his cups. Stefoni turned red, and her fins started to move. Shannen remembered when Stefoni got mad she usually throws very powerful waterballs. In a rush, Shannen dug her hand into her hair and pulled out about 5 strings of hair. She shoved it into one of the shop-keepers cups, and he took it. "Very well." The Shop-keeper smiled. He did this weird pattern thingy on the brick wall, and it magically opened! Stefoni signed and dragged me over. "Alright I'll pay for everything, what would you like." Stefoni asked. "I will only choose a little bit of stuff, so that you may have the rest for yourself." Stefoni highly disagreed about her answer, but then she went along. After 3 hours worth of shopping, the Mermaid, and Elf, went back to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Stef, I love you." Shannen inserted so much energy into the hug she gave Stefoni. Shannen was so happy to have Stefoni. Shannen had found a true friend after all...
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Sournois!

[Belinda -Billie- Jordan]

First Name: Belinda (Billie)
Last Name: Jordan
Age: 17 turning 18
Appearance:


History:

Belinda has had a rather back and forth life. She started off in Scotland here real home in her mind. She lived in a nice house, with four siblings and her parents. She was always very well of even though her family did not really care to much about spending a lot of money, they could have lived in a mansion but premiered the simple humble friendly house a lot more.

Billie was a triplet having one brother and sister. She also had one older brother. While she was young she started showing small amounts of magical powers enhanced by the fact that she was part seer. She was not as powerful as others when it came to the family blood line, she was able read minds slightly, predict the future a bit above the average when she wanted to but other than that she was rather average at the rest of her powers. Unhappy with being average, at a young age Billie became a complete book worm, knowing the basics of all the subjects before she even entered school. She became unnaturally powerful with magic, which sometime became a bit dangerous since at such a young age she was able to use magic without the use of the wand when she felt strong emotions.

Belinda started school at hogwarts. The house she was chosen into was Hufflepuff even though the sorting hat spent a good five minutes bickering with her between Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. She really wanted to be a Hufflepuff as she did not want to make enemies nore did she want to be known as a nerd. Like most arguments she managed to win.

In her first few years at Hogwarts she showed a lot of potential. Joining many clubs while getting O's in all of her other subjects. She had a large group of friends, most guys. She wasn't the most behaved student, often helping out with some small pranks and surprises. Sneaking out of bed and small little things like that but she seemed to always be loved by many. Her siblings ended up in Ravenclaw and Slytherin and Gryffindor, but all managed to stay friends.

When she turned 17 she was forced to move away from her friends and over to France. Although she does not really like the idea of it she still hopes that she will be able to learn many things from the new country, she had already managed to learn 3 languages fluently and another 3 partially.

Personality:

Likes:
The color Blue and Red
Halloween
Reading
Learning
Art
Sports
Scotland

Dislikes:
Modern History
Show offs
Western Movies
Being Shy
Being known as a nerd

To match her hair Belinda has a fiery attitude. She never steps down from a fight no matter how much it could back fire. She is strong physically and mentally however she can sometimes be very shy. She can speak easily and confidentially to guys, but never really fits in with the crowd when it comes to hanging out with girls. All the talk of makeup and the hottest guys was never really her type of things. She much rather to talk about the smash ups on the Quidditch Pitch and lessons.

Belinda is a very helpful type of person. She is not brilliant at standing up in front of crowed and talking however she still not bad at it. Sometimes she can be a bit to loyal and annoying but that never really bothers many of her friends. She loves to be different and not just follow the crowed, if everyone is wearing black, she will be wearing red. Belinda, although shy sometimes when hanging about some people can become very outgoing and adventurous when it comes to trying new things. Although she loves her art she prefers to stick with books. She prefers prac over theory any day.

Sample RP:

Billie walked around the fields of her new house, they had decided to go with a much bigger garden and also buy a few horses, as a new sport. The house, which was slightly bigger, was still the same cosy same old same old as she had been used to at Scotland. She was happy enough with the new home but not ecstatic, it still wasn't Scotland and her friends were not here. Her siblings were making her feel more at home, and there numerous pets made it feel almost the same but there was still that nagging little nibbling voice making her think it was yet to be perfect. She knew she would eventually get used to it but for now she was busy.

Billie had been planning a bit of a welcome home prank with her siblings. They had decided to make dinner a bit more interesting than usual. They had already used a spell on a pot of flour to make it camouflage and made it hang in air about the table. Several see through jugs of water also hung from the roof, but were hardly recognizable. She knew it would be fun and she could not wait to see there faces, but for now she was getting used to the feeling of the new place. Her mind could almost feel something good would happen once school started, still a little bit blurry around the edges, but she definitely liked the looks of it. She knew that it would be a new wonderful experience to try out, and nothing to bad could come from it.

Billie continued to walk around the garden until she came along to the horses. She stopped and began to stroke the main of one of the beautiful white horses. She closed her eyes feeling its happiness through her hands. She loved her powers but sometimes she wished they would go away, so she could sit and wonder what the horses were thinking about, so she would be able to think and wonder a lot more than know half of what people already thought, she closed off as much as she could when around humans but sometimes it was harder around humans.

Rouerie.

[aimee]

First Name: Aimee

Last Name: Laroque

Age: 16 years old

Appearance:



Aimee has bluish-green eyes and red hair, though her hair is naturally brunette. Her skin is pale and she has some freckles on her nose, cheeks, and shoulders. She stands at 5'4" and weighs 110. She is very slender and athletic.

History:

Aimee was born in the late summer of September 14, 1994 to the parents Brice and Adrienne Laroque. She has an older brother named Christian and a younger one named Ethan. They live in Paris, France in a nice flat that Brice owns. He works as a Lawyer while her mother is a Fashion Designer. At a young age, she began her studies alongside her brothers at private school. She was only restricted in school since there were a lot of rules to follow, but when she returns home, she was able to break free out of her dismal school life. Aimee has always been quite an eccentric child, taking more after her mother than her father. She became a model for her mother when Adrienne expanded to children's and teenage clothing apparel. Though her brothers took after her father, always serious and far more smarter than she is, so she often gets picked on by them.

There was always something special about Aimee and her abilities. Her parents were aware of this since she was a baby. It started with objects hovering in the air when she wanted something. When Aimee threw tantrums, something flew across the room and broke or the flat would shake. As the years progress, so did her abilities. She was able to feel the presence of someone heading toward the door and knowing who it is, the same when someone telephones their home. It was just the little things that her parents began to notice. She had a hard time at school because of how different she was compared to her brothers. Eventually she rebelled by changing some parts of her appearance and her studies. Law was not in her future, but she enjoyed the arts and joined theatre, dancing, and other fine arts courses that were available.

It wasn't long that she received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy. Her parents suspicions were confirmed which caused a problem. Her father was more outraged than her mother, who felt that no matter what her daughter is, she would come to accept it. Afterwards, Aimee was ignored by her father and brothers. Her mother was the only one on her side, but that wasn't enough. To be shunned by her own flesh and blood because of what she is made her depressed. It was not easy for her to be an outcast or the black sheep in the family. She couldn't handle it anymore and as much as she loves her family with all her heart, even if her father and brothers rejected her, she had to hurry and leave. Aimee, with the help of her mother, packed her things was sent to school.

Personality:

Aimee is very sweet and loyal, just and friendly, and smart. She looks at the brighter side of things. She's pretty much an optimistic person. Also she has an innocent personality. She does no harm to others like lying or betraying others and she's extremely shy. Aimee is determined toward her work and whatever else she is interested. Since she is intelligent, she normally has a list of books to read each week. Reading and learning more spells and history never fails to make her bored. She wants to out-do the next best person and make it to the top. She has no regrets and if she did, Aimee wouldn't let them dictate her present and future. The worst a person can do to her is lie and she won't be so forgiving. She rarely gets angry and does the worst possible thing by bottling it up. Besides her temper, she is sarcastic and witty, two traits that appear to run in the family. Also she is very artistic and likes to draw, paint, and dance. She's grown up in the heart of France, living in Paris where she often visited the museums and every place in the history books that she could find.

Sample RP:

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.

The dorms were empty and silent for the remainder of the day. Aimee sat by her window, overlooking the distant mountains as the sun set this evening. Her homework lay still on her made bed, few wrinkles in the sheets from where she sat and shifted while finishing up her essays for classes. Dreading all the work that needed to be done, Aimee just couldn't concentrate. She couldn't.

Shades of red, orange, and yellow distantly mesh in the sky as the sun slowly sunk behind the mountains. The landscape began to darken, shadows appearing as the sun leaves this side of the world. Shades of blue and purple descended on these bright colors, soon blanketing the whole sky as far as her teal eyes could see.

And still her homework laid cold on her bed, untouched for several minutes.

Aimee finally tore her eyes away from the window she looked through. Nothing else to watch, nothing else to distract her. But she didn't feel the urge to finish up her last essay for the night. Instead, as she stood up from the window sill she sat by, she slipped on a pair of slippers and left her dorm. The stairway to the main common room creaked, indicating another restless student to join the others.

And she still felt unsatisfied. Undecided. Blank.

She didn't stay long in the common room, leaving the others to their work and games. Whereas she, well, she had to find something to do or go somewhere to fulfill her mood tonight. Aimee had too much in her mind that she wasn't sure what she'd do as she roamed these empty halls. Dark, shadowy, and yet comforting. With each window she passed, she could see the moon begin to rise over the sky.

Pale moonlight. It was these nights she missed being with her parents. Just the comfort of those who cared about her. But memories of the past faded, as well as her ties to her family. They weren't her family anymore.

Her steps grew hollow, and her feelings turned bitter. Whereas her heart, her heart remained colder.

Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

Lips pursed to thin white slits, refusing to say a word, refusing to reply to a student who passed her by. She didn't have the voice to speak right now. Also, she didn't have the heart. Or did she?

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

Obviously life had it's complexities that began tearing her a part. And she could not escape reality. Evidently, Aimee was going through a phase. It had to be a phase of depression and rejection. But what if she wasn't really rejected? What if she was just assuming that her family didn't want her anymore? No. Your father and brothers wouldn't say a word to you. They were disgusted. None of them really ever cared besides mother. They didn't even say goodbye to you.

And she still felt unsatisifed. Undecided. Alone.

Shivers ran down her spine and her body ached for some unknown reason. Aimee finally left the hallways, entering somewhere she hadn't expected. The nil light played tricks to her eyes, without even thinking about using her wand, but she was outside. Yet she was still within the castle walls.

I'd buy you Rogaine if you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as her teal eyes glanced around. The scent of flowers filled her lungs. Sweet and intoxicating, yet stale. Her hand finally gripped her wand, and she murmured 'Lumos' to finally get a better look of her surroundings. A burst of bright light extruded from the end of her wand, and then dimmed.

The Courtyard. Few memories filled her mind here since she arrived. She had only made one friend here that stood by her side. They were pleasant memories.

She stepped forth on a cold path, walking around, and figuring where she might go from here. Aimee felt different, maybe it was the lack of warmth, but for once her mind cleared of all the rough patches that prevented her from having a untroubled evening.

Calm and finally at rest, she finds a soft patch of grass beneath a small tree to sit on. At least she was safe here and unnoticed. Her wand rested on her stomach as she laid back, her arms cushioning her head, while she gazed up at the stars that began to sparkle across the dark sky.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

You take me the way I am.

Hmmm... it's a little bit tricky with you, you could either be Rouerie or Cossu, but which is your priority of the two? reading or drawing?

Reading would be more of a priority for Aimee than drawing since that is just for taking up her time when there's absolutely nothing to do. xD Plus she really isn't all that talented in drawing.

Rouerie then!

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