Sorting (Term Seventeen)

[tzarina m. barr]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[achlysnyx]

NOTE::: I applied for sorting in Term Sixteen, but had to make corrections. The Sorting Cloak said to repost with correction in Term Ten, but I was not able to reply in Term Ten. So I posted it here instead. I hope that is okay, and if it is not, please tell me and I will fix it.



First Name: Achlys Nyx
Last Name: Dracul
Age: 15
Appearance: Brown 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 colored eyeliner.
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 white seat in a carriage going 100 mph. She was on her way to Beauxbatons...and there was no turning back now.

... Sournois.

[ameythestdeangel]

first Name: Ameythest
Last Name: DeAngel
Age: 12
Family:Father: Vlad Karviconarski - Deceased before birth
Brother: Aiden DeAngel -Living in England.
Sister: None
Mother: Nakita Karviconarski- (pure blooded Veela)Deceased * Died giving birth to Amey*
Blood Type: Veela
Physical Description:
Amey is a Rare Beauty having been compared to the “girl next door type”. She a bit taller than average standing at 4'12” and weighs about 127 lbs. Lucy’s not an overly skinny girl, she’s more curvy yet not overweight by any means. Her ebony (black) hair is long and curly and her eyes are a beautiful shade of Blue. Amey is known for having a bronze tan in the summer and a slightly pale complexion in the winter.

Her style of dress is often casual, wearing jeans and sweaters but she always manages to put her own style to it. Instead of sneakers, Amey will often wear heels or knee high boots. Amey loves to wear her locket featureing all those she has lost,or her angel Cameo chocker, She doesn’t tend to wear a lot of makeup, usually a bit of eye shadow and bit of body glitter and a pink lip gloss.



Personality:
Amey is a very sweet girl, maybe too sweet, but don’t let her fool you, she’s no push over. Coming from a small family she often makes sure that everyone around her is taken care of and happy. She loves to see other people smile, it puts a smile on her own face. She prides herself on being a good friend, listener and nurturer, being honest and trustworthy.

Loving to have a good time. Amey is a bit of a silly heart. She loves to laugh, talk and just goof around. She’s fairly laid back and tends to go with the flow of things. tries not to let things bother her or get under her skin, but if you push her too far she has a mean streak about her.

She will stand by those she loves and cares about and has the mentality that if you mess with them you’re messing with her too. Amey will stand beside you when you need a friend, behind you when you need to lean on her, and in front of you when you need protection.

Amey is a hopeless romantic, and although she’s never had a serious relationship she’s dreamed about it since she was a little girl. She’s often hoped of a fairy tale life, prince charming and the white picket fence, but in all reality she knows it’s not that simple.
Habits/Quirks:
~Reading
~Dance
~Music
Fears:
-Hurting someone
Likes:
-Helping people
-being around loved ones
-having fun with friends
-hanging out
-running
Dislikes:
-Fights
-People being hurt
-Death
-Not being able to assist someone
-being alone
Strengths:
-Positive person
-hard worker
-Helpfull
-Smart
-Medicine
Weaknesses:
-Those she loves
-Overprotective
-Over accepting
-Hurt people
-Babies
History: Amethyst DeAngel 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 BeauxbatonTri-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. Amey was just glad to be able to finally learn how to use her powers properly and not ruin everything.

I think that Cossu will do for you!

[heidirock]

FIRST NAME: heidi.
SURNAME: rock.
AGE: fifteen.

APPEARANCE:

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Heidi lives absurdly plain. She is absurdly plain. You won't figure this out in the beginning and you might never recognize. She's pretty, she's supposed that in good heels and a good dress. There's the dynamic that she's skinny and unlevel. The scenery is flattered by her. Those white walls you're used to, but long ignored by you because you're used to them makes her concrete clothes pop. Distraction makes things seem better, this is one of her own mottoes. She's convinced she's plain. She laughs when artists come and say that they do use her. The mornings are her moments of truth, because she wakes up, not weighed by anything or everything in particular. There's no good dress to distract her angular hips and she always criticizes her nipples, ("uneven", "not a good shade of pink," "too many freckles on my left,") and it makes it seem like she's prone. You've got to understand, she's accepted what she thinks.

A common mistake is teaching art. This is a flat brush stroke and here's a violent brush stroke. The figure can be taught, dealt with and copied. Talent takes the next step and molds, reshapes, takes the anatomy and plays with it, deforms it purposely and gives it a message. This cannot be taught, even it thinks it can be taught. This is where, Heidi knows when she's writing down prices and talking to them, the work is an artist's work. To be an artist, there's that magical and complicated paradox. Others call it crazy and insane, but the art world knows better. Heidi knows better. Heidi knows she's not an artist and that's the only thing she'll never have.

She's incredibly sane and relatively normal. She starts her days with coffee, not elevator love letters. Her lunches are arranged in color; but they're consumed, not played with. When an artist gets sad, he drinks and he paints. When Heidi gets sad, she just drinks. Etc. There are stories, they rotate. Heidi's got a bunch of them, oh, he jumped off a building, she's in a mental hospital, this one thinks that he sees his mother during the night, this piece was influenced by the wife that almost stabbed him. Heidi? Oh, I just wake up every morning and look in the mirror and pinch my nipples and say, "I have accepted what I think."

What Heidi is, and what you'll never recognize because you're so ignorant and you've seen the framework and white walls of Chelsea too many times to count is that she's a colorist. Her mind works in greens and blues and yellows. Her favorites are red. Her least favorites are reds. Reds, they grow in her. They are her blood. They are her dress. They accompany her when she dances and when she kisses. Reds are life. This is her best friend and her worst enemy. She knows all reds, Cadium, Light, Medium, Poppy. Heidi will never, ever stop strumming. Her mind works in colors. This is not an artist. An artist lives in every possible hole in the universe. Heidi lives in colors. She touches sometimes every possible hole, but there's that sense and relativity that keeps her from going in.

It's not that she's not artist material. Parents kicked the bucket, left the poor kid on the doorstep of their grandparents and later got another kid to replace that unhappiness of the fact that their first and precious daughter was caught in wheels. Perfect drama script. Perfect drama for telly. Perfect drama for an artist to create themselves in. Heidi doesn't dramatize. She emotionalizes, but she doesn't dramatize. If it's really bad, she goes dancing. Remember, she's a simple Nipple story if anything, not a My Wife Almost Stabbed Me With a Dagger And This Is How I Feel About This.

Heidi Rock is not an artist, she's human. Unbearably and vocally human. You have to understand, that's all she has, the ability to be so human. Ain't that just a tiny bit disappointing, Mr. Posh? How are those white walls?

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Francesca seven, Heidi's four. Francesca likes the color blue, Heidi likes pink but she also likes Francesca blue. Francesca on the verge of discovering dresses, Heidi's still marching in overalls. Sometimes, they fight, but they always make up. If anyone gives Heidi a hard time, Fran kicks them. Heidi worships Francesca. She loves Francesca. She's old enough to have her own bed, but she usually snuggles up to Fran and they sleep together. Brad, their father doesn't have it in his heart to separate Heidi from Fran. They should have been twins, they say, sometimes, in the late hours of the night, look how they fit. Look at their mirrored freckles. Look at their crooked pinkies.

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Francesca's nine, Heidi's six. Francesca decides to take her shiny new two wheeler out for a ride. She never comes back, she gets hit by a car. Brad and Emmeline didn't give Heidi any time to feel/react. Emmeline never wanted a second child and Brad's a con-husband and a con-father. Emmeline's mum Marie steps up and says, "I'll take her, I'll raise her." Heidi is told she's going to the greatest place on earth and is quickly sent to the English countryside. She stays in that great place for many whiles.

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A word about Jacob Hoult. He considers himself in the family of failed artists. Jacob paints in the old chicken coop. He has a nice wooden easel there. He owns many colored tubes. Yellow. Red. Green. There are fancier names too, like Sap Green and Burnt Sienna. Heidi likes the fancier names. Jacob Hoult likes the simpler colors, he's a farmer by trade and he likes simple things. He paints simple things. Flowers. Landscapes. You know, the safe things. The things that are meant always to bring serenity and calamity. Jacob tries to prove his theory about him being the last in the family of failed artists by placing Heidi in front of a canvas. The first time he leaves her with his tubes and horse hair brushes. When he comes back, he sees that Heidi's squeezed out all the colors on her palate. She's piled the greens by together (the Sap Green, Green, Lime Green, Light Green) and she's done the same with the reds and oranges. She gives Jacob a silly smile and continues to stir her brush in the jar of water. There's no pigment of color in the jar. Jacob Hoult blinks.

Another goddamn colorist in the family.

A word about Marie Adams. She thinks her husband is crazy, but she's married to him for that very reason. She's in love with his crazy. She's the best cake baker in the whole little English village. She bakes and tames the horses. Heidi realizes that Grandmother Marie has many wrinkles and very harsh hands. The cracks in Grandmother Marie's skin are usually blocked with flour. Heidi counts Grandmother Marie's wrinkles. Marie Adams has a hundred and one. Heidi's hands are still a bit rough from all that baking she did with her Grandmother. She helps Marie win one of the annual competitions one year; that is when Marie in that beat of heart knows that Heidi's her granddaughter.

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Time and age are really not that different. The kids at school tease Marie for her old "parents" and sometimes Grandfather can't help her with her maths homework. She doesn't really mind because Grandfather is schooling her to be another goddamn colorist. He gives her the history. He says these words, "avant garde, impressionism, post impressionism, modernism." They keep Heidi up all night and make Heidi forget to eat her sandwiches at school. Marie doesn't like this, she scolds Jacob for making the girl "a dreamer", and all Jacob Hoult has to say is,

"That's why you married me, my sweet Marie." Marie Adams blushes and forgets her reprimands.

Heidi is kept all night up and she continuously forgets to eat her sandwiches. By the age of ten, she's ridiculously tall and they call her dinosaur in school. She's also got freckles and really pale skin and really blonde hair. The boys don't know what to do with her. Heidi's pretty, they think, but she's flat.

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Oh, the rain. The muffled pitter-patter of tiny water drops on already wet ground was music to her ears. The smell was an immeasurable rush of calm and sheer pleasure, and she could spend all day standing out in the rain under an umbrella and be incomparably content. She was intending to go out for a walk today anyway. She would have been okay with the idea of sitting in her dorm all day, corresponding with her brother as well. But seeing him in person instead would be a great addition to Heidi’s day of watery fun. She could recall the days they had spent outside in the rain together. It would be cold, but warm with uncontrollable laughter and tomfoolery. It was how each and every day should be. It was how each and every day was a long time ago.

Heidi was fairly used to receiving letters of distress from her brother, particularly from the oddity that was Divination class. It was different for Heidi in that class. It was softer than most other courses. She was usually in a haze (literally) there, and it was mildly relaxing. Not that she didn’t enjoy the stimulation of a ridiculously difficult course like her brother. It was just nice to have a course where she didn’t exactly have to concentrate as hard. Other than that, she was rather good at palm reading.

Heidi had finished her latest letter from her brother with a small smirk on her pale face. She stood up, stuffed the letter into her robe pocket, and took a quick look in the mirror before the door. She touched her face and frowned at the more pale version of it. It happened when it rained. And though Heidi absolutely adored the wet weather, it caused her to look a bit sickly. Shrugging it off, she made her way out of the dorm and into the deserted common room, where she suspected her fellow house mates were out enjoying the wet weather as well. Either that, or they were in class suffering as her brother was. She smiled at the image of an over-dramatically distressed Rock boy slouching and wriggling in his cushion, half masked by the thick layers of haze in the room. It was odd to think anyone would dislike the class. The fumes usually got to everyone before they could even peep a complaint.

She could have easily taken the castle shortcuts to Divination, but as she had told her brother, she would be taking a peaceful stroll through the rain. It was the least he could allow her to do, since she was putting her title on the line by taking him from class. And she knew he would understand. Eventually.

The tiny drops of water gently fell on her head. The refreshingly cool feeling had an instant effect on her. She was once again, one with the nature around her. She always had a thing for trees and plants, and it was the cause for many a tease from her brother and everyone else. She was officially a dirty hippie among her circle of friends. No, iot didn't bother her much, but she did find it a bit funny how everyone else thought her strong connection with nature was nothing less than bizarre.

It had been abut twenty minutes when she finally decided that she would walk at a more normal pace to get her brother. She was calm, steady, cool. It was as if she had smoked a cool steam or something, and everything and every movement was perfect. Heidi took the necessary shortcuts to Divination now of course, and was on the seventh floor in about a fourth the amount of time she took for her walk. She knew about the room of requirement on this floor. She didn't know if it moved or if it always remained on this floor, but she knew that when she needed it, it was there. She could recall moments where she and her brother would need a place away from everyone else, and there it would be, appearing right before their very eyes. Was it always on this floor? It was something she didn't expect to find out soon. It had been a while since the room showed itself to aid her. But after all, it had been a while since she had any need for a room of that caliber.

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Cossu or Rouerie... COSSU.

[pinkykate11]

First Name: Kyla

Last Name: Gregory

Age: fifteen

Appearance: Kyla looks a lot like her mother used to, with dark red curls down her back to her waist. Her eyes are a soft lilac, and she has a slight natural tan from her dark skinned father. She is completely blind without her glasses or contact lenses. She only wears her glasses when she can't be bothered to put her contacts in. She is not fat, but she is not the skinniest person in the world, she is a normal size, she is about 5 foot four inches. She has a distinctive birthmark on her left shoulder blade of a star shape.

History: Kyla didn't know her birth parents, she knows her mother died shortly after giving birth, she was left at the care home with a photo album with pictures of her birth parents. Her adoptive parents are non-magical, but Kyla assumes her real parents were magical. Her adoptive parents loved her very much, as soon as they saw her when she was a baby they knew that she was the one they wanted.
She had a feeling she was magical when she was about ten, when her TV flew across the room and smashed when she was upset with her adoptive brother. Kyla and her adoptive brother are really close as families go. They used to joke about being psychically linked, Jamie and Kyla used to hang around every where together, their parents even asked for them to be put into the same class as each other in primary school.

Personality: Kyla is a very shy girl. When ever she is feeling confused, she sucks on her bottom lip, when there is something on her mind she plaits her hair. She carries her notebook and a pen everywhere with her, so she can draw when she wants to, or feel she has to. She is very nervous about coming to the school, because she wont be with her brother and best friend, Jamie. Her notebook is full of sketches she has drawn and each sketch means something in her life. She is a very emotional person and can often feel the atmosphere in a room and knows why it is the way it is. Kyla has always struggled with making friends, she is painfully shy, and may come across as arrogant, but she is anything but. Once you get to know Kyla, she is the most warm, kind and caring person you will ever meet, it just takes a while for her to let you in because of her past.

Sample RP: Of course it wouldn't be raining, the day Kyla felt like it should rain, mother nature let her down. She looked out of the window, solemnly. Another year gone, another year starting. She put the last of her things into her trunk, and sat on the window sill. Her hair was draped over her shoulder, staring over the garden, watching her neighbors play in theirs joyfully.

Kyla looked nothing like her mother, Kathleen, this was because Kathleen had adopted Kyla when she was a baby. Kathleen Gregory had long dark hair that was nearly always tied up, except when the family were going out, then she would wear it down, and would curl it. The doctor had told her she wouldn't be able to have anymore children after the birth of her son, so Kathleen and Jimmie (Kyla's dad) had gone to the care home, where they found Kyla.

Kyla and her adoptive brother were insanely close, closer then any biologically related brother and sister they had ever met. When they were younger, they had always joked that they could read each others minds. Jamie was three months older than Kyla, people often wondered how they could be brother and sister if there was only three months between them. They had always been there for each other, in the same class in primary school, and when Kyla was feeling sad or lonely she would sneak into Jamie's room and they would make a den out of the bed sheets and stay up all night talking about nonsense.

That was what Kyla hated the most about going away to school, when she was at school, there was no Jamie to make her feel better, the only times they saw her was parent evenings and school holidays. When she wanted to talk to Jamie she would have to send a letter, which would take at least two days to reach it destination and by the time she got a reply, she would have forgotten what she was talking about.

She swung her ruck sack over her shoulder and ran down the stairs, climbing into the car, grinning at Jamie, she promised herself, this year would be different, this year, everything would change, this year she would be new, exciting, confident, out going Kyla. The Kyla she was with Jamie.

...Rouerie!

[corryne]

NOT QUITE FINISHED :]

First Name: Corryne.

Last Name: Dubois.

Age: Seventeen.

Appearance:

History: Corryne Ana Dubois was born in Paris, France. Her mother, Ana, was a born French Canadian and had moved to Paris to continue her french poetry career. Of course, she would find a charming local soon after she arrived. They married. The man, Henri, simply adored the poet and won her over easy. She was his muse, and he was a painter. To this day, they are still madly in love.

Corryne was born 17 years ago, in a cold winter morning. Her parents had a 'friendly' argument as to what to name their new precious daughter. They argued Cora, and Corrine. Corryne's older brother was just a toddler then, and when he heard them saying both of these names and his first words were "Corr-inn?" Of course their hearts melted and ended up naming her just that.

Of course Corryne and her family had a bumpy road along the way. They had twins a few years after Corryne was born - One boy and one girl. Things seemed quite pleasant and peaceful, but underneath it all was just stress and worry. Ana and Henri were over their stages of fame and are now struggling to keep their home together. For these guys, though, love conquers all, and Corryne has learned lots from her family.

Personality: The best way to describe Corryne would be family-oriented, and talented. She loves to read her mothers poems and gaze into the depths of her fathers paintings. She has inherited her family's talents, though her painting is not up to par with her fathers. Her ability to rhyme is not as good as her mothers either. She does love to write, and She's quiet the book worm. Every night, she falls asleep reading a book she simply adores. It's tradition.

Corryne was always a quiet child, even as an infant, she hardly made a peep. She is very careful with her words, and chooses to be tactical with everything. Thinking everything out thoroughly is the only way to go for Corryne. If she doesn't have anything nice to say, she wont say anything at all. Even if she has something nice to say, she wont say it unless she feels the other needs to hear it. She gives a lot of people what she feels they need. While she is quiet, every word that comes out of her mouth is within the same neighborhood as wise. She does try her best, and she does love to help others in her own way.

If she were to get into a conversation with someone interesting, one would find her talking about strange things. She prefers to chat with someone from the smarter crowd, someone that can teach her a thing or two, or even just one who can say something thoughtful and have Corryne thinking about it for hours. Before she found out she was a witch, she used to wonder about magic, ghosts, vampires and everything. To her wonder, it was all true, if not a little stretched. Most of her conversations tend to run pretty deep.She likes it that way. A Girl of few words.

Her unfortunate shield was her inability to trust. It cloaks her tightly. This is probably why she is such a quiet being.
Sample RP:

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[emilielumiere]

First Name: Emilie-Ann (Prefers just Emilie)
Last Name: Lumière
Age: 15
Appearance: Small in stature Emilie is barely five foot two, her hands and feet match in her petiteness. Her hair is a very pale white blonde which waves slightly and comes to about 3-4 inches below her collar bone, her eyes are a standard blue in colour but large and wide giving her an almost childlike appearance. She is pale but not sickeningly so, she is proud of her nicely pinked lips and almost button nose that compliment her small, softly defined face and jawline (Most comment it is these that make her look almost fairy like)

She resembles her father more than her mother (he has the fairy blood) with his hair, nose and other traits. A small thing that only the closest to her know is that when she is furious her eyes turn a dark silver-coal colour very similar to her father.
History: Her mother, Emma Lumière (formerly Emma Smith) moved from the hustle and bustle of Central London to a small town just beyond the outskirts of Paris, France when she was just 20 years old leaving behind a dull job working in her Father's department at the Ministry of Magic. She began to train as a healer, often taking Muggle transportation into the centre of Paris to one of their most acclaimed Magical Hospitals. This was where she met Christophe Lumière, a worker at the largest bank in France nursing a large wound from a highly secret recruitment mission, dashing 23 and married to his job he staid 3 nights in Emma and her partner intern's care each marvelling at each other's accent before deciding to meet up a few times. Less than a year later they were married, a year after they met, Emilie was conceived.

Emilie lived a happy childhood, more of a Daddy's girl than anything else but still very close to her Mum. Her eight year old brother Zacharie is a lot louder than herself and her mother adores him because of their similar personalities, which is much the same with Emilie and Christophe. Many exotic holidays, new robes, toys and trips to see her Gramma and Grampa in England due to Christophe's almost constant promotion; he is very family orientated but also has a large commitment to his job. Emilie's parents are still very much in love, to Zacharie's chagrin and are always making subtle or sometimes not so subtle displays of affection. Emilie was supported throughout her childhood and believes she could not have asked for more.
Personality: Emilie is quiet and rather calculating like her father, not shy in the least but hesitant to know people. But most of the time she is outgoing and laughs all the time (it's something many notice after a while, if anyone points this out she gets really embarrassed and clams up) tentative to get to know anyone and everyone, a very witty and sharp sense of humour. She likes a challenge in a person and is not afraid to flirt and tease if she finds said person to her liking, as long as they can keep up with her. If she finds you not worth her time you will know it, she won't bother if you try and insult her or want her to make all the effort, she dislikes those who think that they deserve others to clamour for their attention and especially those who make drama just to get attention. She is smart, but not by books, she dislikes books immensely but mostly by common knowledge and notes she manages very satisfactory scores but sometimes makes the occasional slip up, she doesn't like flaunting her grades.

Emilie will round on a person if they talk about her behind her back and she is rather venomous in doing so. She knows how to get under a persons skin without exploding in his or her's face, she is not afraid to stand up for herself when a person is completely out of line. Sadly she does not have any of the artful talents but prefers to be a strongly competitive Quidditch player, preferably playing Seeker but can once or twice be seen playing Chaser in family and friend Quidditch matches it is a surprise to many that she isn't more boyish, but she definitely loves being feminine.

She can speak fluent French and may sometimes break off into it when extremely angry (rare), not paying attention or when she deliberately wants others who don't speak it not to hear what she is saying (mostly her mother) she has only very small fairy traits, being something of only one fifth or sixth fairy.
Sample RP:
Clenching her robes tightly around herself Emilie let out a long shuddering breath, her trunk clicking shut with a soft clunk. She ran her hands over the fine material, the opalescent grey feeling silky underneath her fingertips... Her eyes caught on one nail that was jagged, she had obviously began to gnaw on it when she had been contemplating the year ahead of her- an old habit she hadn't done since she was very young. She throws her hands in the air, shaking her head.

"Quel est le problème avec moi aujourd'hui?!" she searched in vain for a nail file, her best already being tucked into a safe corner of her suitcase and her other fell down the back of her desk weeks ago. Not that she remembered anyway. Emilie did not notice her mother standing in the doorway of her room of 15 years, a room she would not see again until Christmas. Christmas was so very far away. Emma tucked one stray strand of sand-blonde hair behind her ear and smiled. Only small wrinkles gave away the woman's age, time had been rather kind to her and she looked scarcely different from when her little girl had just been born.

"Oh Emilie... It's because you're going away. My only daughter, going away to school", her voice cracked on the last sentence and Emilie snapped her head back up, raking her icy blond hair away from her face as she did so. Emma crossed the room and embraced her teenage daughter, pulling back with a chuckle to sort out Emilie's hair.

"Oh Mama! I didn't realise you'd be back before I left!" she buried her face in her mother's shoulder, enjoying one of the now rare hugs she gave her Mother now she was 15. "Your shift doesn't end till late, how did you manage to get out of it? Oh! And Monsieur Prideux owled to say that Inès went into labour just now, too!" her mother shushed her.

"Don't worry about that now Emilie, I wouldn't miss this even if the queen of England was in my Hospital's maternity ward!" Emilie just laughed at her Mother, the things she came out with sometimes were just beyond her.

She is more a Sournois than Rouerie to me!

[sunnymarcel]

First Name: Sunny
Last Name: Marcel
Age: 11
Appearance: Conditioned through ballet for a few years, Sunny has a petite but toned frame. She is short, but she prefers the term vertically-challenged. Her hair is light brown in color, and it falls past her shoulders. Her eyes are a stormy gray.
History: Born to muggles in the film industry, Sunny has been in a couple of commercials. These commercials sparked an interest in theatre for her. Her parents enrolled her in ballet classes at a very young age, as well as piano and vocal lessons. They wanted her to be well-rounded. She has kept up with those lessons as well as various theatrical productions in the community. She tries hard in school, but she has never had excellent marks. However, her marks were never terrible.
Personality: Sunny, as her name suggests, is almost always in a positive mood. Because of theatre, she is not shy. She is very superb at getting into character, so superb, in fact, that those that know her say that a person cannot tell what she is really like unless she is not involved with a show. Sometimes, she will introduce herself as the role she is playing without realizing it. She prides herself on her ability to change her appearance without much effort.
Sample RP: Sunny was studying her script for the spring show at the local theatre. Her character was a mousy character, and it was time for Sunny to characterize herself. She pulled out the worksheet she had made during her first show on characterizing. Without that sheet, her guidelines to getting into character, she would be nowhere. It was a reminder of what things she needed to know about her character: the name of the character, the age, family, friends, what type of clothes the character would wear, etc. She answered the questions on a separate sheet of paper as if she were her character, and then she headed to the family room.

Before she could show her character to her parents, she noticed that her mom was rehearsing a monologue. She happily sat down on the couch. She always loved to watch her parents rehearse. However, her mother stopped when she saw Sunny, "Sunny, you have a letter on the kitchen table." "Who would send me a letter?" she asked. "Beauxbatons Academy of Magic," her mother answered. "Magic? Are they describing a theatre school?" she asked excitedly. "No. Real magic," her mother laughed. "Oh," Sunny said, a little disappointed. She was excited, but she was hoping for theatre.

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[dizrob]

First Name:Gigi

Last Name: Laroque

Age: 16

Appearance:


Gigi is 5"7 and a half (that half is important!) She is skinny in build. She feels she is pretty and has many people compliment her on her looks. She always dresses well and has many clothes.

History:
Gigi Laroque is the daughter of a rich French wizarding family who live in the countryside but also have an apartment in the heart of Paris. She has been home schooled for her hole life but has made the decision at the age of 16 to move out of her parents home and meet some new people her own age.
She is extremely rich. Her father owns a respectable business in the wizarding world while her mother (who is English) travels to and from London to work at Gringotts wizarding bank.

Personality: Ophelia is slightly stuck up. She is usually happy and loyal to her fellow students. She likes to read and write, however her main love is animals and she owns lots of unusual creatures. These include Thestrals, grindylows, a few baby giant squids (though her mother isn't happy about it) many owls, 6 mice, 2 snakes, 4 cats (all black) 2 horses and the family dog. She also has her own house elf named Gretchen. She doesn't like her very much.
She is a little spoilt but also intelligent. She has mastered many a technical spell and her parents want her to become an auror. She doesn't believe she wants to.
She likes music but hasn't learnt to play and instrument. She prefers listening to it. She hasn't got a favourite genre of music but she doesn't like classical or goth rock (what she calls "the extremes")
She has a realistic outlook on life (her father says she has his business mind) but is kind to those who are kind to her.
She can speak English and French fluently because of her background however she is also learning German. Just in case.
Because of Gigi's wealth sho can be looked upon as a bit of a snob. She is a pureblood and mainly associates with people like her. She is slightly niave as she has never been to a school before and so doesn't know what to expect.
She is a smart, determined, loyal, business minded, skillful and ambitious vegaterian.

Sample RP:

(set in her own home)

The sun was pouring through the sky as Gigi came down to the dining room for breakfast. Gigi never went anywhere without looking her finest (her mother would never allow it) and so came floating down the stairs in one of her many silk robes. This one was her favourite colour, green.

Her mother had left her a note with Gretchen, her house elf, telling her that she had gone to work urgently. Gigi smiled. This meant that she had the day off from the school work her parents gave her. She knew exactly what she would do with the time. Finishing off the last piece of bread Gigi headed out into the warmth of the summer sun to tend to the many horses and thestrels she owned. Gigi couldn't see the winged creatures but she could sense them.

It was when walking to the creatures that she noticed someone following her. She turned round quickly and raised her wand, hoping to achieve the element of surprise.
"expelliamus!" she cried, a spell she had learnt two years ago. She never really had the chance to use many of the defensive spells. She had no one to practice on.

The intruder widened his eyes with shock...

Watch out for spelling and grammer. Besides that, I think you're more fit for... SOURNOIS!

[mjackson]

First Name: Meliantha Vashti Xylia
Last Name:Nata
Age:15
Nationality: Persian, Black, Welsh, French,Romanian, Egyptian
Languages
English, Chinese, Latin, French
Appearance: She has long silky, golden-brown hair with hazel eyes, and slight olive skin, flawless face.Walks like a dancer. Has brown eyelashes and brows,wears makeup. Sun-like birthmark on her neck, wears dangle earrings made of gold, wears up -dos but mostly down hairstyles.Casts veela spells with beauty and charms.Does not wears pants only dresses or skirts ,with high heels, pumps, flats,lace ups, boots,blouses.and wrap shirts. Has very sharp fangs, 5'6 great figure and full lips, French maincure nails with a silver rings.Sometimes wears a scarf. eyes and hair change at will
Her transformation animal
Pegasus
Mage Skills(she has learned):
Dark
Elemental
Light
Time
Her wand is Gold, purple, and green
designs, and with a dragon. fav colors!!





History: Meliantha Vashti Xylia Nata (beautiful dancing honey-sweet flower of the forest).It is a fairy name. Her friends and family call her Vas, Mel, Honey, Belle, Nate or Swan. Also a first year here but has 10 years experience in magic. She a mixed-blood since birth, and that is a great honor in her land of Eveste. She also a half-veela and lycan/vampire (bloodline is very complex,she is also immortal)She is 15, was born on July 1st 1995, In a grove just outside her castle of Narnia in the land of Eveste. Eveste is just north of Versailles, France (in the magical realm).Her magic school is Xera Raven School For The Magically Gifted located in the northern hills.Eveste is a bustling town with shops and districts,a home to the elite and humble, it holds the sacred bonds between family and friends, neighbors, workers and employers alike.Their motto is "All stand tall."Her family is wealthy,prominent and respected.They are humble and friendly toward others.They stick together all the time even they don't always agree. She likes being the middle child. She thinks it will prepare her better for life.Her parents instill her with good values and taught her many things about life, family, and working together. When she was three, she was taught by her mother how to use her veela charms.Sadly, her family doesn't know what to do about her older sister Abella, who is secretly jealous of her. Meliatha loves Abella with all her heart and soul, but cannot change her attitude.Abella thinks they should stick to marrying and befriending wealthy wizarding families only, no lower class people . Abella is very haughty,apprehensive and snobbish towards Meliantha's friends, which compose a mix. "Meliantha, why do you dabble with these vermin? They should serve us not be our equals!!and this towards her;"You think you are better than me because everyone thinks you're special!! I don't know why our family likes you better than me!!!"I am older,smarter, and prettier than you and everyone one else knows this is true!!!!", Is her daily dose of antipathy. She is sad but ignores it because she knows something is bothering Abella that sparks her hatred and rage.Her relationship with her parents is that she usually is clinged to them on a daily basis. Her grandparents are always quarreling with each other debating on which one Mel likes better.Family is the biggest priority to her.However she sees everyone she knows a relative and is a joy to everyone around, even though not all the time. Her mother explained her birth was a blessing from God and she will grow to be a beautiful and charming woman.
Siblings
Delilah;7 (sister)
Mika;10(sister)
Allor:11(brother)
Abella; 16
Xander; 19(brother)
Rune;25(sister)
Parents;
Celetese (whole veela,pureblood,anamagus)
Aoaron (vampire/lycan,pureblood,anamagus)
Grandparents;
Father's parents
Hera(whole veela,lycan,pureblood,anamagus)
Xerxes(vampire,pureblood,daywalker,anamagus)
Mother's parents
Serenity (whole veela pureblood, temple priestess, anamagus )
Vladmir (master sorcerer,anamagus and transformer)
Splendyx (Mother's sister) ( witch, voodoo, spellbook librarian)


Personality: She is very nice to person overall, but she can give people hell when she is mad and uses some of her immortal power to hurt them in anyway possible. She can be very conceited at times because of her veela traits, and thinks that she is better than some people.She can be a nuisance because thinks she is an expert in every aspect of magic.She Also she loves dragons and reptiles, and has one dragon named Onyx.She also dances, sings ,writes, and teaches young wizards spells(even though she can be sort of a know it all) .She has a wit and keen of a cat, and she can be very defensive and hurtful when she's feels that she has been wronged.She also is graceful and poised.She is also very mature and motherly and takes up most responsibilites in her castle. She mostly thinks with heart than her head, and this explains why she cannot keep a relationship. Her weaknesses is her pride and overconfidence, being spoiled and a know-it-all, and her kindness, and that gets in the way of her true calling in life.

Sample RP
DECISIONS
"Mel we have to talk to you" Celatese says to her daughter
About what mother and father?"
You have to go Beauxbatons, We believe that this school will help you in exceeding your potential, Honey. Aoaron told his daughter.
"I dont want to go don't make me please!!!" Mel pleaded
"You have to go thats we have decided." they added in unison.

Meliantha had a lot on her mind that day. She didn't want to leave her beloved home.
"At least you can get away!!" Abella complained
"To much dabbling with the vermin I presume!!"
"No!! Why? "Cyan yelled on the phone, "We were supposed to get jobs at White Castle next term."
Yeah its sucks girl. I ll find a job up there, and probably a boyfriend too, haha!! I dont want to leave, and it makes me sad to leave this place I know so well.
It'll pass, trust me. It'll pass.
They hang up.
Mother, i dont want to go.
"Why Vas?"
Because I fell isolated and lost. I won't have any friends, and I'll just be a fish out of water!!!
Listen to me dear, think about the golden opportunities out there. You will make it there I promise.You are my child and I know will do your best because I've seen it with my own eyes, and make everyone proud of you. Pack your things because you will be leaving in three days. Think about what I said.
Thanks mom she says and gives her mom a hug.
Meliantha goes out in her birth grove and reflects or her life in Eveste, and also of what her mom said to her. She engraves her full name on tree stump by the grove she was born in with her earth-writing spell.
She starts to weep. She decides to go to Beauxbatons and now realizes it is time to grow up and live because life is too much to waste.
(Three days later)
Plane Argus will be leaving in twenty minutes!! All Beauxbaton students file on board!!
Hurry Mel your going to be late!!
Im going!!!
Mel rushes to the line to get on the the plane with her broom and suitcase in hand. She makes in time to her relief.She wave to her family goodbye, and a smirk from Abella. As she got on, she looked back on now that was her home ,and she knew she making the right choice. She sent her family a goodbye letter, and gave it to her owl Larga. Night soon falls she falls asleep, dreaming of home.

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[xxxlunalovegoodsxx]

First Name: Victorae
Last Name: Sampson
Age: 15
Appearance: Sorry I have no pics I will describe it - long blonde straight hair with a few hints of a darker blonde, blue eyes which sometimes twinkle when sad, a slightly curved red lips and a perfect-sized nose.

History: Victorae Sampson has been a rich Veela for ages until she joined Hogwatrs but then moved onto Beaxbautons. She could not wait to start Beaxbautons thoughmany yearas were to go. She lived in London witgh her mother and little brother. Anyway, being a delightful artistic one, a quiet and sensible one, a boy-crazy one, a pretty one, it's difficult. When you look at her, you think... "Hmm, she might be a Rouerie. Wait, nicely styled hair, it must be a Cossu. No, no, no, look, she looks like all the other Sourneas!"
Personality: Bubbly, cute, friendly, hardly able to believe she's a Scorpio, she acts far more friendlier than one
Sample RP: "Will I we starting Beaxbautons?" I asked my mother one rainy morning.
"Soon enough," mother said. "Once we have got everything sorted out."
I groaned. Mother always tried to do everything one at a time. "Mother, we have waited days!"
I just had to groan again becauase Mother had turned her back on me and was feeding my little brother, John, who was a pesty boy.
"Mum, this is important! Will you just listen?" I asked her.
"You are a Veela," Mother said.

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[helencandylips]

First Name: Cerise
Last Name: Jourdain
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Cerise was born in France, to her parents, who also happened to be muggles. She moved to the US when she was 5, and lived there until she turned 11. She then moved to England and attended Hogwarts for three years. Her parents, and her 9 year-old sister decided it would be best to move back to France to be with family. When Cerise enrolled at Beauxbatons, she felt insecure and plain next to all the beautiful, half-veela, and veela girls. But she is determined to let it slide - she wants to get the best education she can get. And being a muggle-born, she is bound to be the underdog of the school. But she refuses to let that stereotype bring her down. She will be at the top.
Personality: Cerise is quiet and soft-spoken. She is very artsy and loves to draw, and do photography. She is submissive and meek, but very determined and diligent in her studies. She is extremely smart, but most people look down on her because she is muggle-born. She tends to spend her time reading or writing, and talking quietly with one of her few friends at Beauxbatons. She is very insecure, and although people always tell her how beautiful she is, she never feels it. She is a very dependent person. She hates feeling lonely, and always needs someone to be there for her. But she is also very dependable, and people go to her for advice. They know that she will always be there for them. But there is another side to Cerise, that she keeps hidden. Beyond er shy, submissive exterior, is a loud, outspoken, angry girl trying to get out. But she won't let her out. She continues to be the perfect, quiet, good girl. But will something, or someone, finally push her to her limit, unleashing the side Cerise is determined to keep inside ?
Sample RP: This was Cerise's third year at Beauxbatons, and as usual, she was a nervous wreck. There was so much pressure to be perfect, and beautiful, and popular here. She knew she could never live up to the standars of the half-veela, gorgeous, guy-magnet girls. So why even try ? Because she didn't want to endure the remainder of her life here being a quiet, softspoken nobody. But she lacked the confidence and self-assurance to make any change about it. So as she sat Library, her nose practically glued to the aged pages of her book (it was a muggle book she had brought from home - Anne of Green Gables). She had always wanted to be exactly like Anne. Confident, funny, and fearless. She could always picture herself in Anne's shoes, but mainly only because they both shared that dreaded Auburn hair. Everyone told Cerise that they were jealous of her long locks, but she loathed them. They were drab and hung limply on her shoulders. They were unmanageable and the only way to fix them was to either wear a ponytail, or loose bun on top of her head. Why couldn't she have that wavy, silky, shiny blonde hair that fell onto the perfect shoulders of the girls at this school ? But honestly, her less-than-ideal hair was the least of her worries at this point. At her age, almost every girl at school had had several boyfriends by then. But Cerise had only had one. And it had lasted for about a week. It had been a complete joke. But this year, she was going to make a change. She was going to be like Anne. And she was going to get a boyfriend.

It must be Rouerie!

[tylertaupe]

First Name: Tyler

Last Name: Taupe

Age: 16

Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'6"
Weight 130lbs
Blood Type: O-
Picture: 3.bp.blogspot.com/_NHeRKRxuWsw/Szz7Vh3e1kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yQcF-fmOoM4/s320/Dan+Benson.jpg

History:Tyler Taupe was born to a once prestigious Wizarding family which fell to disgrace in the late 1600's. Tyler's great great grandmother was one of the first women tried and burned as a witch. From then on out His family began marrying into the muggle community in an attempt to diminish their magical heritage. No matter how hard they tried the shame attached to their name continued to follow them up until the present. Tyler was born on March 26th to a family of 6 children 4 girls and two boys. He was the first person in over 400 years in his family to be born with magical abilities. Because of this he was the envy of his fellow brothers and sisters. He finally found freedom when he was accepted to Beauxbaton.

Personality: reserved but protective. A bit of a loner which makes it hard for him to make friends. his talent for divination makes him see the world differently which becomes a struggle when trying to interact with others.

Sample RP:
The sound of the explosion was so cacophonous that it literally knocked Tyler out of bed. Tyler was jolted awake immediately from the mixture of hitting the cold stone floor and the intensity of the sound. Looking around his room he saw that he was the only one there.

"where did everyone go?" he thought to himself nervously. Pushing himself off of the floor Tyler moved as swiftly as he could to his dresser and dressed himself in his robes and grabbed his wand which was 13" and made of a sturdy ebony wood with a veela hair core.

Tyler moved swiftly down the stairs to the main common area of the hufflepuff house. As he rounded the corner into the main room all he could see was smoke and debris.

"What is happening" he thought frantically....

Pushing through the rubble, Tyler made it out into the hallway to see that there are massive holes throughout various points in the walls.

"I have to find someone! This is bad this is really really bad." he exclaimed.

Moving further through the smoke and distant noise of explosions, Tyler manages to find his way to a set of stairs.

"Hello? Is anyone down there?" he yelled as loud as he could. There was no answer. Tyler looked at the stairway and saw that it was falling apart in many places and didn't seem safe at all. Even still, he gathered up the nerve and pushed forward down the stairway against all of his gut instincts in hopes of finding anyone.

You forgot to write your character's personality!

Your personality is brief, but I'm going to sort you anyway, ROUERIE!

[mel]

First Name: Elle

Last Name: Lerouxois

Age: 17

Appearance:




History:
Elle was born to auror Jamie Lerouxois and journalist turned business woman Janina Lerouxois (Von Baum) in Paris France. She had a fairly normal childhood until her parents divorced as she was still at the tender age of 8. Her father took her back to his home in England where she attended Hogwarts for three years as a Ravenclaw and spending the summers in Brighton with her grandmother. At 14 she then left England to live with her mother in Berlin, Germany where she had to adjust herself to the new life she had ahead of her.

As Elle made her way to her new home in the German capital she had learned that her mother had married a man equally as workaholic and attention seeking as her. To make it worse, Elle was to keep her witch status and say that she goes to a boarding school out in England. In September she then started Beauxbatons where she felt isolated, coming from another wizard school a sea away. Her new life with her mother was restrained. Janina and her new husband refuse to show any affection for Elle . If she needed anything, she could get it herself as they gave her a 40euro allowance every two weeks and took her shopping as if that would please her and make her disappear every cocktail party they have or go to.

As much as she missed her father, Janina refused to let Elle have an owl as she were to keep her witch status hidden from her stepfather. Yet Jaime wrote to Julia constantly asking her how she was, Elle lied about her new home, her limitations as to keep her father content. She never wanted to open up about her life with her mother apart that she had a stepfather. Months later, Elle came to be contacted by the ministry of magic informing her of her father's death cause by a supposably "wand mishap". From that day on, she doubted herself and her surroundings. She was and never had been very "happy-go-lucky". It was better of for her to put on a smile for the outside world pretend that she was satisfied; If only she could turn her life around.



Personality:
Elle tries to not be like her mother but her negative traits sometimes resemble how her mother is with her daughter. Somehow the attention she doesn't get at home she tends to want to acquire it amongst her peers. She is not the type that likes to apologize. She can be quite outspoken and has strong opinions about things and can sometimes jump into conclusions without any type of backing evidence. She can be a constant liar for particular things to those who doesnt know her well, or dislikes. Elle is very flirtatious and can mischievous when she wants to. Her stubborn attitude, along with her outspoken ways, can sometimes lead into dilemmas but she ignores such problems and moves on especially if it involves a person she dislikes; not caring if she hurt them in any way. Though she isn't afraid to fire back once in a while.

Surprisingly, she is not the type of girl that wants to please everyone, she doesn’t hide her emotions. Even though, she can still be quite easy to manipulate. Thats why she isn’t the type to trust people easily. ‘hypocritical much?’

Apart from her negative traits, Elle can be a very kind, outgoing and a very cunning person. She tends to hide her intellectual side from the outside world; something that professors have noticed. She has a love for the arts that many don’t know about. She has always cherished friends and once one has proven to be trustworthy , she is very loyal.



Sample RP:

Never had Elle felt so content being alone as she sat in her room and realized that her pathetic mother, alongside with her equally pathetic stepfather, had left the luxurious flat. After all, it always seemed as if she were alone. The only time they ever really spoke to Elle was when she asked for permission to do something. Happily she got up, and made her way out of her spacious room.

She took a glance around. The flat was quiet, and the rain outside was clearly heard penetrating against the window seals. Such sheerness made Elle feel safe amongst herself, to say what she wanted and to roam freely without her parents telling her to get something for them.

Finally she noticed the piano in the vast "family" room and made her way steadily to it. A grin came upon her face as she took a seat on the white marble stool and softened her grip before opening the dusty cover which revealed the black and white melodic keys. She paused for a moment to ponder before she began to play one of her favorite pieces, Clair De Lune. A sense of nostalgia burst into her. She thought of the person who had taught her to play the piano, her father; how much did she miss his affectionate fatherly love towards her. If only she could write to him…if only he were alive.

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Sournois!

[vivienne christine nightingale]

First Name: Vivienne
Last Name: Nightingale
Age: seventeen
Appearance: this
History:

Peter Nightingale had never had the best of luck, one could actually say he was cursed (not that someone hadn't) and funnily enough, when rain poured down on the small village he lived in, Peter's luck changed. He met a lovely woman named Aislyn and the phase love at first sight really did apply to his situation, he was infatuated from the moment he saw her. Of course, every man in the village had been smitten with her. It was part of her charm, her non-human charm. Peter was the only one who took it very far, the only one who approached her. He saw that his luck couldn't get much worse and decided to take a shot. Luckily for him, it paid off. She was impressed with his courage and decided to give him a chance, not really thinking it would last long. Peter was a handsome man, but his charm was in his intelligence and the way he new what Aislyn wanted before even she did. They both fell madly in love with one another, both equal in the way they felt. Aislyn loved peter just as much as he loved her.

Eventually, she became pregnant, carrying a baby girl. The pregnancy and the labor couldn't have gone more flawlessly and the loving couple gave birth to a beautiful, baby girl named Vivienne. She grew up in the arms of both of her parents, discovering the signs of magic early on when she was five. She had a certain love for making their pet fish hop through the air to land in another fishbowl next to their previous. She was a bouncing baby girl, learning quickly and easily. Her mother stayed at home while her father had work at the ministry. Her mother was very controlling of her daughter, only wanting the best for her of course, but not letting her be a kid. She filled Vivienne's day with reading and learning, though she certainly didn't mind. She loved to learn, but she also loved drawing even more and her mother saw that as foolish. She didn't want her to be unhappy, but Vivienne loved drawing, so started to draw when she was alone.

Her life took a turn for the worse when her father decided to take her to the office one day, leaving her mother home alone. Aislyn was cooking, and gradually she began to fall asleep since she was very tired. When she was deep in slumber, a fire started in the house and she woke up when it was to late. Vivienne was too young to understand it, only knowing that her mother was gone at the age of seven. In the beginning after her death, Vivienne's dad tried to fill the roles of both parents and he really was trying, anybody could see that. But, he was very torn up by the loss of his wife that he was inwardly losing it. Just like his daughter does now, he kept it from everybody. He was very consumed with readying Vivienne with the tools she needed to keep herself safe. He even tried to force animagi on her when she was eleven. He wanted so badly to protect his daughter, but he couldn't protect her from himself. His lessons were so mentally wearing for Vivienne she began getting sick. Eventually she started Hogwarts and could be away from her father; learn at her own pace.

Sadly, when Vivienne was fifteen, peter had been diagnosed mentally insane with strong paranoia. He was forcibly admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital and when taken in he shouted swears at the nurses. Vivienne acted like this didn't both her, already developing her strong personality at the age of sixteen. She tried her hardest to ignore the taunts of her peers at Hogwarts, saying she was going to end up like her father, mad. These comments were mainly from girls whom were jealous of the fact that the boys wanted her because of her mother's genetics. Eventually these comments caused so many problems for Vivienne, that she begged for her new family to allow her to attend Beauxbatons. They cared much about Vivienne, having not taken no for an answer when they asked the hospital if they could take care of Peter's daughter. They were big family friends and wanted the best for her. Their daughter didn't want to attend Beauxbatons, but they allowed Vivienne without a second though. They wanted her to be happy and knowing she wasn't where she was. It's Vivienne's first year at Beauxbatons, and she hopes no one knows her family.

Personality:

Vivienne is a very blunt girl. She will tell everything how she sees it, though she tries to put it in the kindest way possible. She's also not afraid of speaking her mind. She hates liars and lying to anyone. The only time she will lie is when it is the only option she has. She believes that everyone should be as honest as they can. Vivienne thinks that even the smallest lie can hurt someone a lot. She is also extremely fair-minded, giving most the benefit of a doubt before deciding anything about them. She knows that everyone is not who they seem and would never judge a person unless she knows them very well. Vivienne won't even dislike a person who has a bad reputation until they did something bad in front of her, to her, or to someone she cares about.

She is also a very outgoing and friendly girl. She is very nice and loves being around people. Vivienne always seems to have a smile on her face. Even though she has smile on her face doesn't always mean she's happy. She is that she is very good at hiding her feelings and she doesn't break down in front of people very easily. She only shows her true feelings to people who she is close to. The reason why she hides her feeling is because she doesn't want to appear weak.

Sample RP:

A playful sun ray made its way through the large curtains of her four poster bed and directly in a brunette’s eyes. It was nearly over 6 am and Vivienne was still sleeping, but how could she go on when that little bright thing kept dancing on her face. Opening an eye lazily she felt the ray go straight into her light green orbs making her tightly shut her eyes closed as a small pout appeared on her fair face. Almost in no time at all Vivienne was fully washed, dressed, but still not fully awake. Taking a book from her bed, she walked down slowly her dorm stairs she soon reached the common room that like expected was empty. A yawn made its way on her face as her small hand reached to cover it.

She started to walk toward the Great Hall, but Vivienne wasn't really hungry so she decided that she would eat with the rest of her housemates when they were all awake. Changing her direction she started to walk out to the lawns. Vivienne felt the cool morning air on her skin, and she wondered why she didn't wake up earlier on most days. Touching the grass, she tired to find a spot that wasn't wet with dew, and soon succeeded. The brunette sat down on the grass, and opened her book, but instead of reading she started to wonder if anyone else would be up this early. Then she pushed her thoughts aside and started to read.

Sournois, but not in the bad way (;