Sorting (Term Seventeen)

[loralikingston]

First Name: Lorali

Middle Name: Rose

Last Name: Kingston

Age: 16

Patronus: she-wolf

Appearance:

History:
Born originally in England on Christmas Day, Lorali was moved to Paris almost a year after. Her mother was French, and longed to go back home, and having convinced her father to go, the family packed up their bags and left England. Oh, did I mention, Lorali's parents were muggles. Yes that's right, Lorali is a muggle born, but a talented muggle born. It all started to happen on her fifth birthday. She accidently burnt her cake after having an argument with her mother about...believe it or not...a pony. That was all she wanted that year and her parents refused, so she burnt the cake...well set it alight is more accurate.

Then, when she was 10 she had her waist length hair cut to what she considered was perfect length, and since then it has been the same. Never growing any longer. Her parents knew it was strange, but it was the arrival of her Beauxbaton's letter that confirmed it.
Unsure of what to do, her parents opened the letter, read it and hid it from sight. Until they were comfortable themselves with what she was, they wouldn't tell her...nor would they let her attend the Academy.

Finally on her 15th birthday, she asked her parents what was wrong with her, why strange things happened around her. It was then they knew they had to tell her.
Finally she understood the truth, and was excited. It was that day her parents chose to send her to the academy, giving her a chance to meet more people like her and become more talented in her powers then they could imagine.
So, packing up her bags and looking behind at her parents, Lorali left her now pround parents behind, and began on a journey of exciting adventure.

Personality:
Chatty:
Lorali is a chatty, easily excitable girl. She is never short of anything to say, and once she gets going you'd be lucky to get a word in edgeways.

Confident:
She isn't shy at all, though it may take her a while to get to know and trust people. She tends to take first impressions seriously, so make sure you make a good one.

Loyal:
Yes okay, she is a loyal friend. But this isn't always good. She would fight people who upset her friends, and stand up for what she believes in, which could lead to more arguments then is necessary.

Talented:
She is very talented at her magic, even though she is muggle born. But that is where it stops. She is disorganised and untidy, tends to be a little late on most occasions, unless she remembers to she her watch 5 minutes early.

Forgetful:
Lorali tends to forget most things, well...not spells or facts of acedemic things, but common sense tends to be a little on the outs. She forgets where she puts things down, and may come across as ditzy but is in actual fact really rather smart.

Sample RP:
Paris, the city of love. Yeah right. She has had no such luck, regardless of the fact she's lived here pretty much all her life. Being bi-lingual you think would help but no...it didn't.
Still the city on Christmas morning was magical. Sparkling lights flickered all over the city, as the dawn gloom lifted.
It was her 15th birthday, and should be an exciting one at that, but Lorali couldn't help the fact she still felt like an outside.

At school, people ignored her, steered clear of her and chose not to befriend her. All of them worried she might do something to them, something no one could explain. She had rumours spread around about her, none of them true. Well not exactly true.
She hated it here, she wished for a place that made her feel more welcome then anywhere she'd ever been.
Pulling on a warm pair of socks and a jumper over her pyjama's Lorali shivered. It was so cold these days, her mother had most likely forgotten to pay the heating bill yet again.

She glanced once more outside. Small, delicate snowflakes began to fall to the street below, giving Lorali a reason to smile a little more brightly. She loved a white Christmas as much as a snowy birthday.
Jumping off her bed, she made her way down the stairs. As she reached the bottom stair she glanced into the kitchen. Her mother and father were looking at her expectantly.
She gave them both a curious look, before noticing the envelope her mother was holding in her hands.
"Mum...Dad...what's goi-" she started, before her mother cut in mid sentance. "Lorali, you've been accepted into Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic...you're a witch," she smiled brightly.
Lorali felt her jaw drop, and a grin spread across her face.
Finally, an explaination.

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Cossu or Sournois would not be right for her, so I'm thinking Rouerie for you.

[tiananikolaev]

First Name: Tiana

Last Name: Nikolaev

Age: 15

Appearance: Short red curls that drape over the back of her neck gracefully, pale, delicate white skin like snowflakes, and fierce stone gray eyes


History:
Blood Type: Pureblood
Parents: dead
Sibling(s): deceased

She comes from a long line of rich purebloods, the Nikolaev’s. Her sister, Posi, was an illegal animagus of a dog. The Nikolaev’s have earned themselves a name in the wizarding world as highly respected death eaters. You did not mess with them unless you wanted a death wish. The ministry at that time also did not test this either.

Personality: Likes: Ghoul Studies
Painting
Being right
Making Grand Entrances
Close Friends

Dislikes: Being wrong
School
Enemies

Traits: Mischievous
Loyal
Flirtatious
Attractive
Hotheaded

Tiana plays the guitar often but is tone deaf when it comes to singing. Because of this the only music she likes is her own. She owns a crow, three horses, and a large toad. She speaks fluently in Russian and almost fluent in English. When she is angry, she speaks rapidly in Russian so that no one can tell what she is saying. Tiana is loyal to those she knows but can get under the skin of those she doesn’t, and revenge is a must.


RP: Tiana was raised in high wizard society. She grew up in the Russian wizard city of Grubrodan. Her twin sister and herself were very hotheaded when tested or criticized. Some knew them as the snob’s of the city, but as they would say, “At least they’re pretty.” But, those very close to them knew they were very kind and helpful, not to mention extremely loyal. Not all the blame could be placed on them for their snobbish behavior though. As their parents were purebloods, they were used to the best, and their parents told them to only expect it. Although Tiana and Posi did not like or agree with their parents, they knew not to test them. At the age of seven, Tiana's parents were killed in their own house. Tiana was left with nothing but the family fortune, her crow Kiket and toad Gujj, and an old address that had absolutely no meaning to her. Once she discovered that they were dead she was not even the least bit sad but instead overjoyed. That is, until she discovered that her twin sister, Posi, had been killed along with them. After she had finished mourning, she informed the ministry of what had happened. She was then sent to a muggle orphanage, as she had no relatives that would take her in. Those were the worst years of her life. Every witch and wizard was under the impression that the great Nikolaev family had all died and many were in fact relieved. Every night Tiana had the same nightmare of her sister dying although she had never seen it. She would scream at night and her lungs would be swollen in the morning.


Please make sure to change your display name and afterward I will read your application. If don't know how to change your display name you should check this thread.

[bellanight15]

First Name: Arielle
Last Name: Pathena
Age: Noone knows
Appearance: Darkest of dark black hair, black eyes, stands 5 foot 3, slender with an atheletic's body, tan and young looking.
History: Arielle was born under the Greek god Poseidon, and the Greek goddess Athena thousands of years ago. She was the first godling ever born, and was made immortal. She had lived with her father under the sea most of her life. But she was stuck at 16 and she needed schooling. This is why her father consulted Athena, and they decided on Beauxbatons. This is where she would be placed for the next few years, above the sea.
Personality: A little rebellious at times, but she's nice usually. Knows how to be tough when she needs to be. She's extremely smart and she's a very good swimmer.
Sample RP: Arielle. That was her name. And she was sneaking around through her summer camp. Some moon rays shone down on the ground near the lake, oh how she wanted to go swimming at night. She'd never BEEN swimming at night, and she imagined how fun it would be. Never mind that now! She needed to get her quest done, and she needed to get it done before sunrise which, by her watch, was in only thirty minutes.

Sneaking across the big yard, she tip-toed slowly. She should've gone faster, she thought, as one of the strobe lights that found intruders at night hit her back. Oh no, she'd been caught.

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Same as above.

First of all, your paragraphs are very short and incomplete, a role-play sample must be at least three paragraphs long, your personality and history are not detailed. Please modify those and I'll come back to re-read your application.

[dindaaviani]

First Name: Dinda
Last Name: Aviani
Age: 11
Appearance: My small stature and long hair along the shoulder line. My skin is white and sharp nose. My hair is brown

History: Dinda come from a pure-blooded family. Her father worked in the Ministry of France and Her mother was in the ministry. When she was little her mother and her dad was rushing to work in the ministries so she often left at her grandma's house. Her grandmother is also a witch nor may with her grandfather. Her dad always taught Dinda to not insult Muggle-born witch, He said we should be friends with them because the ministry was Muggle-born wizards are valuable asset
Personality: People said Dinda was a creative child. Dinda like drawing and acting. just the smell of art. Anyway Dinda really like art.
Dinda am also quite smart but not too clever.Dinda would also like to think sometimes careless and unreasonable.
Dinda like to inspire people. In addition, Dinda also love hanging out with anyone and never picking friends.
Dinda also really liked the party, usually at a party Dinda always helped prepare the party.

Sample RP:This morning Dinda is draw on special picture books, all of a sudden her mother calling me.
"Dinda come on down," her mother said
Dinda was soon down and said "What mother?" Dinda said
"Try to help me prepare a surprise party for your sister," she said.
Dinda was happy to help her mother, Dinda began decorating the room as possible. Dinda decorate the walls in my house, and put up balloons. Mom and dad also helped Dinda.
When Her sister arrived she was very surprised and thanked Dinda because Dinda have been preparing for her party. And she really liked the decor. She said it was amazing


Firstly, your application must be written in third person, nor first, and secondly you need to add a little bit more in each section.

[amariel]

FIRST NAME: Amariel
SURNAME: Hemmings
AGE: 15

APPEARANCE:

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PERSONALITY:[/COLOR]

Amariel is.... can only be described as Amariel. A feisty tomboy with no regard for authority, and a real gypsy. Never knowing when to stop Amariel pushes everything to it's limit and really just doesn't know when to stop. Raised to be more free then some people ever really get the chance to be Amariel never really learned the outside world's rules, so often times she breaks them without even knowing it. Overall though she wouldn't care even if you did tell her, being looked down on by everyone kind of does that to you.

Contrary to nothing Amariel almost never is without her trademark smile, or should we say smirk, and she loves making other people smile as well. Trained by only the best she can be a friend to anyone, but will be testing them every step of the way to see whether or not they can truly be trusted. Its not that she doesn't trust people, she just is very cautious when it comes to dipping her toes too far in. Still, if you gain her trust then you've got it forever. Regardless of whether or not she does trust you though you'll find that Amariel is a kind and caring person lending a shoulder to anyone crying, an ear to anyone upset, and a fist to those too weak to fight their own battles.

Speaking of battles you're not likely to ever find someone less willing for a good fight then Amariel. Driven purely by emotion it doesn't take much to get her riled up, but that's only half the fun since the girl has a brain to match. Not a bookworm brain necessarily Amariel has no problem plying dirty underhanded tricks, and often bothers to bite her tongue long enough to get one plan or two in motion. Now don't get me wrong when I say this next bit, but the girl's not always the angel of good faith. While she won't purposefully plot to tear someone apart she knows that she needs to use people every once in awhile and is more then a pro at manipulation for the most part.

Finally romance.... non existent.... Amariel has ever really seen a successful relationship, and the only one that came close was more of a business deal then a love affair. So she sees relationships in that light, their either business or their pleasure, but their never anything serious. Still she never really even gets into anything since she also sees how some people can get hurt even from a relationship of the moment. Being hurt is what she guards herself against the most of all...

Likes and Strengths:[/color]

•Playing her guitar
•Riding her Broom
•Sketching
•Freedom!
•Equal rights for all blood types
•Mickey!

•Manipulative
•Cunning
•Caring

Dislikes and Weaknesses:[/color]

•Feeling trapped
•Getting caught (for something she may or may not have done)
•Being looked down on
•Cruelty to anyone in general
•Know it alls
•Players that assume things too quickly
•Someone hurting her

•Self faulting at times
•Hothead
•Flighty (commitment issues/likely to just get up and leave in the middle of a class)

HISTORY:[/color]

Aster Hemmings was born to the romani group that traveled across southern France, she became pregnant with Amariel when she was only 17 with an outsider. She was a loving mother, and an amazing psychic. She always smelled like rose petal water, and up to the day that she left Amariel she never once raised her voice at her young daughter. This is all that Amariel knows about her mother, this is all anyone has ever told her.

As I said before Amariel's mother got pregnant soon after graduating from Beauxbatons, and while there has been much speculation on who her father might be no one could ever come up with a solid answer. As she grew up though it was obvious that her father was an outsider from the Romani people, technically making Amariel a gadjo. She was quickly adopted by the community as one of their own however and her mother's ties to the community made this process easier. So, from the moment of her birth to the moment that she turned 11 Amariel Luna Hemmings was a girl without a home and yet with a home all the same. She was a gypsy and an outcast to modern society, but as a child these things meant nothing to her. All that she ever understood was that she couldn't trust those that weren't like her, those that weren't Romani.

Then around the time that she turned 7, things in her life took a turn for the worse. Her mother who had, up to that day, never questioned anything and who had never complained went quite insane... or at least that was the only way it made sense. Her mother who was a mouse of a woman stormed through the camp screaming and shouting, angry as a hornet. When she approached Amariel she began to rain down verbal abuse on the girl, saying things about her that Amariel did not yet understand. It didn't take long for the rom baro to interfere and he tried to talk her mother down. Her mother would have none of it though and with a few sharp words she stormed off, leaving Amariel behind to fend for herself. Leaving behind a scared, hurt, and confused 7 year old who didn't understand the need for such hatred, or for such betrayal.

After that her future had looked unsure, her mother did not return, she did not know her father, and any other family that had once lived in the caravan had either gone off or died. She had stayed with the rom baro, his wife, their son, and their daughter for the time being. Such matters were not to be handled by outside authorities since she was Romani, she was the responsibility of the rom baro and of the caravan until she came of age. Eventually it was decided that the rom baro would take her in, which made sense since his family was fairly small (a trait not well looked upon by the community). She didn't mind either really, or at least it didn't make her feel any worse then she already did. Meldarion, the son of the rom baro, was more her brother then anyone else and her had really helped her through the tough time.

So she lived with them and with the help of Meldarion, allowed her heart to heal slightly. It never really became whole again, but it was as close to whole as it was ever going to get. Some people might have looked at her a bit odd every once in awhile after that day, but no one took what had happened with her mother to heart. She proved her own merit again and again, living by the loose yet firm Romani laws. Not to mention that as she aged it appeared that she shared in her mother's abilities, unsurprising really.

When she turned 11 she was surprised to receive a letter from Beauxbatons, originally she had been intending to join Maldarion in Romania. Still the letter was not ignorable and everyone knew that she had to go. So, using the money that her mother had left all those years ago, Amariel left the comfort of the Romani and walked into a swarm of outsiders.

The years at Beauxbatons are sometimes hard her family having less then anyone else really. Everything that she owned was second hand (something that hardly ever escaped her crueler classmates notice) and her Romanian accent was thick (french is her second language). But with time things improved, and though it's still hard to make ends meet from time to time she always manages.

RP SAMPLE:[/color]

Banging and clanging, talking and yelling, the smell of a fire burning out and of one being lit. All of this was a part of what woke Amariel up, a part of what woke her up everyday. Opening her eyes she sat up, noticing the feeling of warm arms around her. Looking down she saw Maldarion, still sleeping as normal. He was back from Romania for the end of term, as was she. They tended to enjoy this time together since they were in sperate coutries for most of the year. The thing was, their enjoyment of each other was not like a husband and wife spent each night. Instead they enjoyed the little kid friendship, they talked until they were blue, were rarely from each others side, and more often then not ended up falling asleep next to each other after listening to the harmony of life in the caravan as everyone quieted down for the night. Afterall, she didn't believe in love like that....

Removing his arms from her she lightly and repeatedly tapped him on the cheek, "Maldarion... Maldarion! ... Ridicã-te! Dormi ca un mort!" (Get up! You sleep like the dead) She finally gave up on waking him and, getting up, walked outside. Once there she saw the normal chaos as people prepared to move. There had been a string of aleged thieveries in town and everyone knew the consequences if they were charged. No one in the camp had done it of course, but that didn't matter to these outsiders. All they wanted was a goat to string up, or throw out. So, they were leaving before the fingers could be pointed.

Nodding to a few people she walked through the tents and wagons, going to see the Rom Baro while she could. He would be consumed with the worries of others before long, it was the way things were, it was the way things had always been. They came, they preformed, they were accused, they fled. The routine was set and she had already packed the night before, knowing what would come the next morning all to well. She chuckled to herself, thinking how to others this was a life of adventure that was so out of the ordinary, but to her this was the day in and out routine. Finally she spotted the Rom Baro, and with a certain ammount of satisfaction went up to talk to him. Ready to start off another unordinary/ordinary day.

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Usually we require that the personality must be written in at least one paragraph long. According to that list she could be in either Cossu or Sournois, but I'm going to pick Cossu!

[bluebelle]

I don't have lots of friends but the ones i have are very close to me. I'm pretty nice to people I don't know but around my friends we joke a lot. I love to sing, dance, and act. I wish i was a good artist but im not. I'm pretty independent. I get mostly Bs and a few And almost never any Cs. I like 'cute' things. I want to go to India and Egypt. My friends say im funny. I tell wierd jokes, thats all. I don't spend much time on make-up, or hair and stuff like that. I have 2 dogs, i like them but I am really a cat person. That's it...

Please use the application given by us. You can find it on the first page of this very same thread.

[madibelle]

First Name: Slaine

Last Name: Bonnet

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Slaine was born on a cool spring morning in the Russian city, Alzamay to the Russian Deputy Prime Minister, Marcello Bonnet, and the French dancer, Violette Dubois. The small family returned to Violette's home city of Paris to escape persecution by the Russian government when Slaine was three.

On Slaine's tenth birthday, her mother called her to the sitting room. Violet proceeded to tell her that magic existed and that wizards and witches lived among them. She explained to her daughter that she was a witch, and since magic was an inherited ability, Slaine was too a witch. Shocked at the absurd story her mother was telling her, Slaine became scared, thinking her mother was suffering from a pyschological disorder. She dismissed her mother's accounts, not believing that she had magical abilities. Slaine and Violet's relationship then became distant, more of an acquaintence than a mother and daughter one.

Shortly thereafter, strange things started happening in Slaine's presence. When she found herself upset, the weather around her would alter. The brightest of days would turn to a storm if she was sad. She found that she was able to turn on lights with her mind rather than flipping a switch. Slaine simply dismissed these occurances as coincidences, not thinking anything of them.

Months after Slaine's tenth birthday, Violet was called to her daughter's school to a meeting with the headmisstress. When she arrived, she found several students in a state of panic, along with teachers and the headmisstress. The headmisstress explained that there was an accident with another student in which Slaine was involved but wouldn't tell her what exactly happened. Violet asked her daughter what had happened, but acquired no reply. She became frightened, for she knew that Violet had not gained control on the powers that she didn't believe in. Much to the Bonnet's dismay, Slaine was expelled from the school. After her dismissal from the school, Slaine became quite distant from her family. She no longer enjoyed doing things she once did and spent large amounts of time in her secluded bedroom.

One night while Violet was reading in the parlor, the young Slaine walked in quietly and nodded at her mother. She told her she believed now. Slaine believed she was a witch. Violet and Slaine's relationship regained the bonds it once had. Violet worked with her daughter on controlling her powers, even teaching her a spell here and there. She explained that when she got to the appropriate age, Slaine would be allowed to attend the wizarding school, Beauxbatons, which was for kids just like her.

Personality: Slaine is a unique character. She holds the capacity to be anybody she wants to be. As she has grown older, she had embraced her veela characteristics. With the adoration that accompanies having veela blood, she is slightly over confident in herself. Slaine has a big heart, but she doesn't show it. She believes that opening yourself to a person, allows you to become vulnerable to anything. She believes in lust, not love. Nothing makes her more upset than seeing couples who are absorbed in each other.

Slaine is fiesty and will never turn away from a good debate. She always has to get the last word in and never admits when she is wrong. She strongly dislikes failure and defeat. Slaine strives to be in the best in everything she does.

She doesn't allow herself to open up to anyone. Slaine chooses her friends wisely, not wanting to make a bad choice. Reputation is greatly important to her. She believes strong will and determination are what gets you places in life. She doesn't care that people see her as snooty, she views it as aspiration for greatness.

Sample RP:
Raindrops slowly trickled down the window, mesmirizing Slaine as she sat on the ceil underneath. She looked out onto the sodden streets, aimlessley watching the passerbys go through their daily routines. The mail carrier wrestled with his mailbag as he tried to hold an umbrella at the same time. A few small children danced in puddles as their parents scolded them to stop. Slaine chuckled as a mother gazed sternly at her small daughter, who had just splatter mud on her yellow camisole dress. It was a normal day for the Parisians below her, but for Slaine, it was the day she awaited every year. The day that she would go back to her beloved school, Beauxbatons. Her heart thudded just at the thought of the name.

Slaine took a small sip out of the mug she was holding, the contents warming her as they poured down her insides. She inhaled with great happiness, swinging her legs down so that her barefeet now touched the tile floor below her. With a slight bounce in her step, Slaine walked to her light blue, four-poster bed. She opened the trunk that sat on the mattress, examining its contents. Books were stacked neatly on the right side. Smiling, she flipped through the stack. Arithmancy, History of French Magic, Astronomy, Slaine's heart fluttered just by reading the names of the classes that would soon consume her time. A velvet, powder blue dress was folded neatly beside the textbooks, a hat perched on top of it. Gently, she pulled her Beauxbatons attire from the trunk and hugged it to her chest.

Slaine lay the dress out on her bed, eyeing its beauty. With a flick of the wand that she had pulled from her pocket, she found herself wearing the dress, along with powder blue tights as well. She smirked at her satisfaction, flicking her wand in the direction of the trunk. The trunk shut with a light thud and latched itself. Slaine bit her lip, Where would I be without magic? She thought with a laugh.

Slaine turned on her heel so that she faced the gold-rimmed mirror in the corner of her bedroom. She examined herself closely. "Perfect," She said aloud, twirling so that the dress flared out. Slaine let out a girlish giggle. She was finally at one with herself. In a few short hours, she would be at Beauxbatons once more. Slaine furrowed her brow, looking at herself in the mirrior once more, "Slaine Bonnet, prepare yourself for yet another year of sheer greatnes." She winked, then flicked her wand at her trunks, "Locomotor Trunks," She said, moving her wand to guide the trunk as it rose from her bed. She moved the trunks out her door and began her decent down the stairs, biting her lip to hide her excited smiles.

Sournois.

[beeper]

First Name: Brielle

Last Name: Dollie

Age: 14

Appearance: appearance here ;P

History:
Brielle is the spoiled one of the Dollie family. She grew up with her two older sisters, Flo Lily and Paris Dollie, but now its her turn to rule Beauxbatons.
She was the most spoiled, bratty one of her family. She got what ever she wanted, when ever. Brielle, or Brie as everyone called her, was also a tattler. She was a daddy's girl as well. She came from France, as did the rest of her family and she went to a muggle school from Grade 1-Grade 7. She was a popular one, like her big sisters. She was always the one who was out late and with the boys. Brie also always got into trouble, by her mother mostly. Her dad would just give her a lecture and that is it. Brie never really wanted to go to Beauxbatons until she learned that her eldest sister, Paris was there. She wanted to go ruin her life.
When Brie was 3, her family moved to England and her family became one of the richest, so by 7th grade she was out in the night and sneaking around with all the money. She was also a guy magnet. Boys would be crawling all over, some girls too. When she gets a boyfriend, dumps him the next day, then gets another one a day later. It was like a cycle for Brie. She had so many friends, she didn't want to leave her muggle school. She didn't want to be a witch.

Personality: Brie is not that nice. She can be quite mean at first. In fact, if anything, she would slap you across the face if you said she was nice. She has plenty of is mood swings. They're perfectly natural for her. Sometimes she can be quite the kind person. She's truly kind at heart, and wouldn't hurt a decent being if she had a choice. It's almost sad you could say. Brie is the cynical type. She likes to scan things, and make sure that they're correct.

She wants everything to be perfect. Brie can be quiet if she wants to. She can slip through any corridor and won't be heard, and she likes to play around with other's minds.
talk about tricky. At first, you don't want to trust her. She can be quite the vixen. She is the jealous type, and if her man
is looking at some other girl... It won't be pretty. It'll seem like she is gonna rip them to shreds. Brielle is the kind of girl that you don't want to turn cross at. She can go sour easily.
practically a fighting machine. She is also extremely temperamental. She could be smiling one moment and seething the next. she is impatient and sarcastic. But still abnormally beautiful. She does not like waiting for anything, everything has to happen NOW! It’s needless to say that Brie’s impatience gets her into trouble a lot because if what she cannot wait for does not happen, she will attempt to MAKE it happen. This does not always turn out well. Her sarcasm is the icing on this little time-bomb (with a short fuse), not only does she not say much, whenever she does speak – if she is not trying to charm or con someone, it is something mean, hurtful or vicious, if not all of the aforementioned (except for her friends).

Sample RP: Brie turned around to find her mom walking behind her.. Weird! She hurried upstairs to her bedroom. It was hard to say that she missed Flo and Paris. She was lonely. Pretty soon she would be on the train and off to Beauxbatons, back to France where she was born. Back to Flo who was almost done Beauxbatons and back to Paris, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. It was going to be perfect. New boyfriends, new friends. But she would miss all of her friends back home.

Brie shivered nervously. Then she opened her plain diary and started to write.

Diary,
I'm scared, its not that I will rule the school. (Well, probably) but Its my sisters. They might take over me and then it will turn out bad. I'm on the train tomorrow, my dad is giving me like only 500 bucks. It kinda makes me mad. But oh well, in a matter of months I'll be back here for Christmas.
Brie.

Brie held her pen to her mouth. She started to think of something more interesting to write. But nothing came to her mind. She threw her pen and diary to the ground and pulled the covers over her head and started to lie down. She was tired and she had to get some comfortable sleep before going on the train, which was supposed to be the most uncomfortable thing ever. She closed her eyes and hoped to dream of something good to happen.

P.S- I used to be Brielle, but I deleted her, now I am re-applying (;

A true Sournois!

[marissajeante]

First Name: Marissa
Last Name: Jeanté
Age: 16
Appearance: long, beautiful wavy red hair, deep green eyes, fair-skinned face, about 5'5
History: Marissa was born in Marseille, France to her parents, Pierre and Juliette Jeanté. She has 2 sisters named Naistaina and Natalia. She lived in a regular household, not poor nor rich. She's a half-blood, her mother having gone to Beauxbaton's herself. Marissa, when she arrived at Beauxbaton's, was fascinated by it's design. She loved to paint, so one day, she took her paints and pastels and her easel to the grounds and painted the beautiful castle. It is currently hanging up in her dormitory by her bed.

Personality: Marissa is very kind and caring and very, very creative. She loves to paint, draw, and write her own stories. She's friends with pretty much everyone in her own house and a few in the other houses. She owns an arctic fox named Belle Neige, which is French for 'beautiful snow'. Her fox goes everywhere with her. She tends to be caught reading a lot and always finishes her homework before she leaves the class. Her essays, when they are supposed to be 12 inches, end up being 18 inches. But overall, she enjoys her creative ability. Her best friends have paintings of themselves painted by Marissa.

Sample RP:

Marissa walked to the hill in front of the beautiful castle with her easel and paint in hand. She spent 3 hours painting it's beauty, though it felt like 3 minutes. Belle Neige was by her side, curled up at the foot of the easel. When Marissa breathed in, Belle Neige looked up. Marissa looked down at him, picked him up and cuddled him in her arms.

"Beautiful, is it not?" she asked. Belle Neige licked her nose and she put him back down, finished her painting, and walked back inside the castle.

Please make sure that your RP section IS three paragraphs long.

[kylexx]

With every ^Dawn comes a ^new _birth.

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FIRST NAME: Kyle

LAST NAME: Oakley

AGE: 15

APPEARANCE:
Hair; Light Brown, Straight.
Eyes; Pale green
Skin; Lightly tanned
Height; 5'2.
Weight; 93 lbs.
Tattoos; None.
Pierceings; None


HISTORY:
Kyle was born to Emma and Cal Oakley, 15 years ago, in Sydney, Australia. You might say Kyle was an ‘accident’, as her parents had never really planned to have a child, let alone one with magical powers. Her mother, a witch, had completely separated herself from the wizarding world, and was happily married to her muggle husband when Kyle was born. The first years of Kyle’s life were mostly spent with her full-time nanny, Bethany, seeing as her parents were working throughout the day. As the years passed by, Kyle attended many muggle schools. By the time she was 11, she had been to a total of 6 different elementary schools. This was a result of the trouble she constantly caused with her classmates and teachers, craving for attention from her parents. Apart from this, she had also gotten herself into many different relationships with both students and adults. Her parents, in a desperate attempt to rid themselves of such a troublesome child, gladly accepted the Beauxbatons letter that arrived for Kyle, and in no time she was sent off to Beauxbatons.

PERSONALITY:
Kyle can often be mistaken for a small, innocent child because of her small size and appearance. She is truely an outspoken and critical girl; she will tell you exactly what she thinks without hesitation. This sometimes causes trouble with others, but she doesn't mind getting into a few arguements. Stella craves attention from others, meaning she will 'throw herself out there' every now and then. Apart from that, she can be caring and sweet when she feels it's appropriate.

SAMPLE RP:
Its The night of Christmas eve... Everyone has began to go to their rooms and wait for father christmas to show. The hall is no longer bustling with family members. And Kyle has just come out of the bathroom dressed and clean in her Pajamas. She has her bookbag held to her chest as she scurries onto the steps, leading to her room. As she enters the open Area, she sees an unfamiliar object in a blanket in front of the fireplace. Curious, she slowly approaches it wand out, ready for whatever might be in there. With the flick of her wand she levitates the blanket, revealing a round large egg. Kyle Approaches it quickly and carefully rewraps it in a blanket. A note falls out. The note reads:

"To whomever finds this creature. Take care of it to the best of your abilities."

Kyle stands dumbfounded for a second. She looks around the room but sees no one. Looks like the room is empty.
Kyle scoops up the egg and makes her way into her room.

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[mks004]

First Name: Hunter
Last Name: Terra
Age: 16
Appearance:



Hunter is a tall young man that stands at 6'6" and is rather on the skinny side. He has bright blue eyes and a strong chin that displays his Greek and Scandinavian heritage. The one thing that catches most people, however is the fact that he has multiple scars that run across the left side of his face. He is blind in the left eye and his left ear looks as if it has been used as a chew toy. Hunter carries himself proudly and being of pure-blood he always seems to be looking down on other people. His face despite his disfiguration, he always looks haughty and proud.

History: Hunter Terra was born to Demeter and Jukka Terra on December 25th in Helsinki Finland. His parents were both pure blooded magical folk and he was instilled in a wizards first society from birth. His mother was a wandmaker and his father worked for the Finnish Ministry of Magic studying magical creatures. Hunter is also the youngest of seven, all of his brothers were wizards though many of them were sent to Drumstrang.

Hunter learned a lot of magic from his brothers on their return from the holidays. He showed a particular adaptation for Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but seemed to fail most miserably at learning things like Herbology. Most of his family seemed to try to push him in to the ways of natural magic like Astronomy and Care of Magical Creatures, but Hunter always was better at the other things that his parents thought were worthless.

Demeter was always more partial to Hunter, leading him to be teased mercilessly by his older siblings. When Hunter turned seven, him and his mother went off on a camping trip to gather some wand wood for her business, They were attacked by a werewolf. Hunter was the only one to survive the attack. He was scared for life by the sounds of his mothers screams. His father blamed him for the werewolf attack and resented him for it. Hunter grew to hate his father and became more distant from his brothers. Hunter was made to feel worthless because he was now a werewolf and didn't have the one person that always believed in him.

Shortly after his mothers death, Hunter's closest brother, Brandon, was attacked by muggles. His brother barely escaped with his life and remains a broken man. This helped fuel Hunter's belief that Muggles and Muggle borns are worthless swine who deserve to be crushed.

Personality: Hunter is for the most part a rough and ragged young man. Most see him to be a bully. Though he is small in stature and of an average height, He tries to wholly dominate a person, physically and mentally. This makes people consider him to be a punk. Hunter puts up a barrier between him and the rest of the people and very few have actually seen his true heart. Seemingly distant and abrasive, he rarely thinks that what he says is hurtful and abusive.

To his few friends and family, he is much like his father. He is quite and remissive. Hunter doesn't speak much and lets his force do much of the talking. His harsh criticism drives many people away even if he dosen't mean to. This leads him to be a blindly loyal person to those who share his ideals and values. His highest regard is his father and deeply wants to be like him. Due to his brother's attack, this is what drove him to his hatred of muggles and muggle borns.

He is a cocky and rather confidant young man and most people find that distasteful. He is a jerk of the highest degree and is the personification of a jock with a great sense having a Napoleonic syndrome. He is small in stature so he forces himself to be the best and strongest at everything he does. He makes sure that in any relationship that he has whether is friend or lover he is a dominant figure. Teachers see him as a hopeless case that barely scrapes by.

But despite his procrastination, Hunter is an extremely intelligent man. He is fluent in French, Greek, Finnish, and English but is struggling to learn many new languages. His patronus is a Falcon. His strengths lie in wand work, something he has always been good at. He fails when it comes to things like Herbology and Astronomy. Most people consider him to be a compulsive person who pays attention to details that most people over look. Nothing make's Hunter's skin crawl more then the thought of germs. He is extremely OCD and everything has to have its own place.


Sample RP:

Hunter found it hard to concentrate as he sat in the room by himself. He should have been doing his homework but it was boring. He threw his quill down and stood up suddenly, knocking over the chair he had been sitting in and made one of the little first years jump. Hunter smirked as he then decided to head back up to his dorm room. The homework could wait, however his insatiable drive for playing quidditch was much louder then anything else right now. Hunter roughly shoved his books into his messenger bag and snatched up his quill. He made his way up to his room where he had his broom stashed under his bed.

Hunter forced his way outside, not really caring who he pushed over or hit with the backside of his broomstick. He was eager to fly. "Out of my way you little toe rag!" he snarled to a younger kid that was blocking the hallway. He gave a rough shove and ended up pushing her into the wall. The little snot was probably crying or something, Hunter thought savagely. He just didn't care. Was that really such a bad problem, he wondered as one of the girls friends called for him to apologize. Hunter pushed the front doors open and smiled as the sunlight hit him in the face.

Hunter barely got out of the castle before he was on his broomstick. He kicked off of the ground hard and shot into the air like a cork out of a champagne bottle. This was the first time he got to be in the air since he last was able to play with his best mates Will and Winston. He wasn't as good as his friends were, being that he was blinded in his left eye but he still played his best. After playing with them, he was able to compensate for his blind spot. The wind rushed through his hair and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Hunter then lowered his broom into a dive and felt the rush of adrenaline course though his veins. There was nothing better then this feeling in the world.

It must be Sournois.

[n]

First Name: Avery "Ava"

Middle Name: Brielle

Last Name: Chevalier

Age: 16

Appearance:

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History: On June 21st, 1994, Avery Brielle Chevalier was born into a French Muggle family in the UK. In 1991 her older sister Addison Bethany was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, much to her parents shock and delight. She was sorted into Gryffindor, and brought back splendid stories at Christmastime, showing off her new skills. Ava (as everyone called her) wished very much that she would be magical too, and on her eleventh birthday she woke up extra early to wait for her owl. It felt like forever, but at last she received her favourite birthday present ever - her Hogwarts acceptance letter! When Ava was sorted into Hufflepuff, Addison was already in her fifth year. When Addison graduated she was offered an entry-level position at the Ministry of Magic and accepted it with much enthusiasm. However, at the same time their father was relocated to Paris for business, which made Hogwarts a not-so-ideal location for school. So Beauxbatons was recommended, and with her little brother (Ambroise Bastien) showing signs of being magic too, it seemed like the ideal time to move. Ava promised she didn't mind transferring - she was always eager for adventure, even if she was a bit timid. Addison remained in England to work while the rest of the family moved to France, but they see her frequently enough on holidays and during family events.

Personality: The first thing one notices about Ava (if they notice her at all) is that she is very shy, and very quiet. She is never the first person to initiate a conversation unless it is absolutely necessary, and even then she will appear slightly scared. Social situations intimidate her, so making friends is a difficult, though not unwelcome task. If one takes the opportunity to get to know her, they will realize she is very friendly, incredibly sweet, and terribly naive. Though gullible and perhaps sheltered, Ava has her own set of morals and standards she follows religiously, regardless of what the social norm is. Some might call her old-fashioned, but she prefers to go by 'traditional'. Although she doesn't possess much 'street' smarts, she's very clever when it comes to problem-solving, and has a sense of humour and fashion that would be considered 'quirky'. Ava believes there is good in everyone, and can be easily devastated, even if she's been warned beforehand. Although she is timid, it's not really fair to call her 'weak', for Ava can be ridiculously stubborn. She is a determined individual who, when inspired, will not take 'no' for an answer. Of course, the moment she's challenged or threatened, she shrinks back. Courageous as a lion, she is not.

Sample RP:

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"...Oh," Ava breathed, clutching her wand tightly in her robe pocket. She stared up at the intimidating and beautiful outline of Beauxbaton's against the bright blue morning sky. Transferring from Hogwarts was meant to be an adventure, and so far she'd received everything an exotic journey promised. A foreign country (although it couldn't really be considered 'foreign' - her family often visited her cousins in France), a new learning environment (although she hadn't attended a single class)... what was missing though?

"Eeps!" Ava jumped as a tiny figure came bustling past her. The little creature flashed her a dirty look as it rushed by, and Ava called after it, "Sorry!"

That's what it was! New people! Ava bit down on her lip, a betrayal of her anxiety whilst her eyes followed the small footprints to the main gate. She was nervous about meeting new people. This didn't mean she didn't want to - quite the contrary, Ava loved making new friends! But the process wasn't an exact science, and the ex-Hufflepuff wasn't sure what to do without an outline, or a precise guideline. For some people, meeting someone new was easy. Natural, even! But for Ava it was a challenge. If someone wrote a manual for making friendships, the girl would have pre-ordered the book and read it all in one night! But it still wouldn't have helped with her dancing nerves.

She took a deep breath. "Come on, Avery!" She mumbled, willing herself to pluck up the courage and move her feet forward. It took another minute before her brain could convince her body to budge, but eventually the blonde inched toward the front door.

You can do this! She gulped.

And finally, she did.

It must be Rouerie!

[autumn]

First Name: Autumn
Last Name: Longley
Age: 16
Appearance:

Celeb: Becky Lou Flip

History:

Being muggle born, Autumn grew up not knowing of magic or her witching abilities. Born and raised in the UK, Autumn's parents were strange folk, much like herself. When she was younger, Autumn always use to make little magical things happen around the house and the yard. Things levitating on their own, objects moving from one spot to another - all the kind of stuff. Being muggles, Autumn's parents feared for their lives that their house was "Haunted." They moved around a lot when she was a little girl, the strange happenings always seeming to find them. At one point they decided that the "ghost" that was haunting their family must have been attracted to Their daughter. Around age 10, as a last desperate attempt to get away from their haunting the Longley Family moved to France. Autumn's mother had relatives in France, so it seemed like the best place for the family to retreat.

At age eleven Autumn got her letter to attend Beauxbatons, which explained the strange happenings around her house. Autumn was so excited to come to come to Beauxbatons, and thought her parents would feel the same. The letter relieving them of their stress from a haunted house, she knew they would be excited - or, so she hoped at lest. Autumn's parents were less then accepting when they found out what their daughter was. They called her the "Demon Child," and demanded that she found another place to live. Immediately. Autumn, being so young was heartbroken and confused, going to live with her mother's father in Northern France.

It was no wonder where Autumn's parents got their strange behavior from. When Autumn moved in with her Grandfather, there was all kinds of strange things on the walls and decorating the house. Garlic, stakes, Silver bullets were in the ash tray next to her Grandfather's chair. Autumn discovered shortly after that her entire family was very superstitious, which worked to Autumn's favor. The year she was suppose to be heading into school, Autumn was bit by a werewolf. It was a warm summer night, and Autumn was out playing in the yard while her Grandfather made them some Ice Cream. Staring out the window as he watched his grand daughter play, he was shocked to see her tackled to the ground by a large beast. Dropping everything, her Grandfather ran outside with a rife and shot the beast with a silver bullet. He rushed her to the hospital were she was treated for her wounds - which healed very quickly - and she was informed of everything she needed to know as soon as the first moon was close.

Ever since then Autumn has lived with this curse, and put off heading to school for a few years until she was able to live with the curse. Ever since that day, her grandfather aways said "Now Autumn," He told her with a small smile. "Dont you ever let anyone tell you your grandfather is crazy. My silver bullets just saved your life! I KNEW THEY WERE REAL!"

Personality:

MEDIUM : Unlike her family, Autumn isn't superstitious. At all. Ever since she actually started going to school, everything she knew as a muggle little girl was proven wrong. Yes, there are things that go bump in the night, and there are things such as vampires, werewolves, the Yeti - they a exist, Autumn having thought for the longest time that they were only legend. In a sense, Autumn doesn't really have that childhood innocence anymore. She lost it the moment she got the letter to attend school, and she knows she will never be getting it back. She's accepted it, and is actually pretty mature for her age. She blames being a werewolf, because it made her have to grow up when she was just a little girl. She had to learn responsibility for herself and her actions, a lesson that a lot of people don't learn until they are much older then she was.

SMARTY-PANTS : Autumn was always a very studious person. She likes learning and books, so it's no wonder she excels in her school work. She is naturally a bright person, but with the amount of reading and writing she does it just feeds her intelligence more. She doesn't mess around when it comes to her essays or homework, because she knows it is the only way she is going to get anywhere in the world. She already has two things going against her : Muggle born and a werewolf. The last thing she needs is something else to drag her down. She doesn't let it get to her though, and works her hardest to make sure she achieves her dreams and goals.

SMILE LINES; Autumn is a very sweet girl. For all the things that have happened to her in her life she never wishes ill upon anyone, and only wants to live her life honest and morally straight. She doesn't Make fun of people, she doesn't talk ill behind their backs - she is just a goody-toshoos. She does break the rules when she needs to, but finds it completely stupid when people go and cause problems for no reason. It just doesn't make sense to her, nor does she get an adrenaline rush when she breaks rules. She's not one to judge, so she lets people do what they have to do. She wont pester, only be there if you need someone to talk to. She keeps to herself mostly, doesn't really open up to many people. Only those she can trust.

NINETEEN ; Autumn is an independent thinker and she isn't afraid to show it. Autumn is quick and witty in conversation and is able to communicate her thinking clearly and articulately. She doesn't like to think of herself as a "women," because people always have such drastic stereotypes for women, and she hates being fitted into such ideas. She's just ... Autumn. She doesn't believe in changing who she is for anyone else. It just doesn't seem right.

I AM THE WALRUS : Autumn is very silly. She doesn't like when the mood is sad or the air tense around her. She likes to make people smile - so she'll always do her best to make it happen. It's one of the only qualities she has from her parents - their sense of humor and wacky behavior. Autumn is mature, but she'll do silly things and make funny faces for the sake of happiness. She doesn't see the point in dwelling in the past or on things that just make you sad. She has no respect for people who do - just get up, dust yourself off and continue on. Stuff happens, Life goes on.

Sample RP: From a different character of mine. (:

Maybe, he didn't need the memories. What good was it going to do him anyways?

Sitting in the fourth floor of St. Mungo's hospital, It had been an extremely long time since Jon found himself wearing hospital robes. In a wheel chair in the hall, Jon felt out of place on this floor - this was for emergencies and intensive care. Did he really belong here? And did he really need to be wearing these ridiculous robes? He would have been much more comfortable in his jeans and t-shirt, but the mediwitches here INSISTED he put on these bloody things. Sarah said that the nurses here were kind of .. nasty if you cross them the wrong way. Regardless, Jon felt that the tone they took with him was just completely and utterly unnecessary. I really need to ask Sarah to get on this case for me. At lest she wont make me put these bloody things on he thought to himself, a sigh passing by his lips as he looked down to the wheel chair he was sitting in. Having been around for a while, Jon wished he had made more friends aside form Sarah - she was great and all, but she was the only person he knew, and he feels like he pesters her more then she can handle. When Jon woke up and realized he had no memory of what happened to him in the past, he made a decision to make memories now. But sadly, the vampire has become a work-a-holic and an anti-social one at that.

About 20 years ago Jon woke up from an accident that he had no recollection of. He had no family there with him, and he had no memory of his life before. He had a name - Jon Harker - and he knew he was a vampire. It didn't take long after he got out of the hospital for him to find out that the name 'Johnathon Harker' wasn't even his, but the name of a character in A muggle's book - Bram Stoker's Dracula. He was disappointed to say the least, but he kept the name out of the irony that he was a vampire and the name came from a book about Dracula. That, and he figured that this book had to have some meaning to him - maybe keeping the name will jog his memory. When released, Jon had to learn everything all over again. How to live as a vampire, how to use magic, how to just function in society. It was annoying and tedious, knowing he didn't even know his real name. He hoped, that over time he would remember. Hell, he even used memory potions and spells on himself to try and get him to remember, but all he got back were pieces. Nothing that helped him at all to remember his family, his friends - the life he had before that accident, whatever it was.

So that is why Jon is here now. Robes and all, he guessed that the intensive care unit kind of fits for his reasons for being here. He contacted St. Mungos about a week ago, talking to the doctor who was there when he awoke to start with. The Doctor predicted a full recovery of his memory a year after his release, and was shocked to hear that Jon still had no idea who he was or where he came from. The Doctor told him to come to the hospital so they could start running some tests and see if they can treat his extreme amnesia. So he now sat in a wheel chair, weak from the recent tests that were run waiting to hear what the doctor says. They tried to get him to extract his memories, much like Albus Dumbledor had done, but you cant extract memories you cant remember. So Jon sat in the wheel chair, weak from trying to many times and frustrated for not being able to remember.

All he wanted was his name.

Glancing across the hall from himself, Jon was brought out of thought by a young blond women who seemed to me making 'the great escape' from her room. Jon didn't have a room, considering he was only there for a few tests. When she passed him in the hall, Jon's eyes met hers for a brief second, and he couldn't help but let his curiosity spark. Their eyes met for a split second before she turned away, but she had the same lost look on her face that he had. The same lost look in her eyes. He couldn't help but wonder - was she suffering from the same thing he was? She must have just been in an accident, considering she was here. Once she got down the hall and around the corner, Jon arched his eyebrow at the mediwitches who were looking for her. She must be a big deal Jon thought to himself, the mediwtiches immediately starting to search for her. But Jon knew that look on her face - she needed to escape from everyone for a while. sighing, Jon waited till the women at the counter turned around before he got up from his chair and started down the hall after her. He stumbled at first, still a little weak, but was able to hold his own after a few steps. He followed her quickly, hoping he could catch her before the mediwitches did.

It didn't take long, considering she was walking just as slow as he was. When he turned the corner she was in sight, so Jon picked up the pace and caught up to her. "Hey," He said, tapping her shoulder and waiting for her to turn around. He offered a smile "I know you don't know me, but I'm pretty sure the mediwitches noticed you "escaped," you're room," Jon told her, giving quotation marks with his fingers when he said escape. "It's pretty horrible in here, I know - So I can either escort you back to your room or down the hall where there is a nice bench and a window you can sit by" Jon smiled weakly, knowing it probably wasn't the best idea to come up to a random women in the ICU. He looked at her a bit weary, wondering if she would take the invite. She looked like she could use some company - or at lest some nice sunshine. "The bench is usually for visitors but ... I'm sure they wont mind us sitting there for a while before they catch you. And me now, I guess" he chuckled a bit.

[arieldelacour]

Full Name: Ariel Melissa Delacour

Age:14

Appearence:Long brown hair with blonde streaks, brown eyes, slim body,tannish white skin, height is 5'6

History: Is born from a muggle family, has 3 sisters 1 older 2 younger Juliette the oldest (goes to hogwarts - Ravenclaw) and the twins Ocean and Oriane (are 9 so...) Knows the weasleys (Harry is my next door neighbour) Is currently going out with George Weasley <3! Only goes to France 1 week before school starts.Stays with my aunt Seraphine. Mom is french and my father is english/Northeren Irish. Was born November 1st 1996.. has a cat name Violette and also plays pranks on Dudley (in the summer) lol...
Personality: Mom says- A young beautiful women..but plays to many pranks
Father says- Funny intelligant and Loves quidditch
Juliette says- Fun loving! smart and cute

Ocean/Orianne- Really pretty smart funny likes sports!

Harry says- I only know her as a neighbour.. But shes funny when she plays pranks on dudley!

Dudley says- Hate Her!!!!!!!!

The weasleys- Fun Loving kind smart pretty George says- AND shes MY gf! lol


clenching her robes tightly around herself Ariel 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. Ariel did not notice her mother standing in the doorway of her room of 14 years, a room she would not see again until Christmas. Christmas was so very far away. Emma tucked one stray strand of sand-brown 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 Ariel... It's because you're going away. My second daughter, going away to school", her voice cracked on the last sentence and Ariel snapped her head back up, raking her light brown hair away from her face as she did so. Emmanualle crossed the room and embraced her teenage daughter, pulling back with a chuckle to sort out Ariel's hair.

Please change your display name to match the name in your application.

[grayson]

First Name:Grayson
Last Name: Parker
Age: 17, forever
Appearance: Rob Pattinson
History: Grayson had loving parents, they were promising parents and had no intentions of ruining their child in anyway like what Connor’s father had done to him. However, Grayson and Chuck never had a mother because after that, their father took off with them to France. Their mother couldn’t take it. It was all too much for her. And Chuck seemed to never get over it and neither did Grayson. However, they both took it out their anger in different ways. They turned into typical teenage boys who ended up trying new things, getting into the alcohol and more. It’s not exactly how Grayson wanted to be but it’s the road he went down and there really wasn’t much he could do from stopping himself to leading a destructive life.

Grayson and Chuck could be seen as very close brothers up until closer to when the accident happened. They were the best of friends though they had their differences. Grayson was a little more innocent and a little less destructive but none the less they held common ground. It was like a chemical bond. It was a chemical bond. That was probably most likely why CHuck had ran that night, he couldn't face what he had done because he had 'killed' someone very close to him, the only person in his life and when he'd ran and Grayson could not find him it depressed him even more because they had both lost important people; each other.

His brother actually took it to the extremes, his pain seeming unnatural to Grayson and with vodka in one hand and in his blood and the steering wheel in the other, he couldn’t control himself and hit Grayson. Assumed dead by his twin and himself, Chuck took off and never knew what became of his twin. That night on the streets of France, a group of vampires were trotting down the street in a jolly mood laughing and talking when they stumbled upon Grayson. That was the end of Grayson as a human. That night, on Halloween, Grayson was reborn as a vampire. Grayson was unable to tell his brother about what happened to him because he had no contact information with him. His owls returned without delivering letters, unable to find his lost brother. The letter to Beauxbatons had arrived a month earlier but Grayson couldn’t bring himself to stop searching for chuck. Giving up all hope, Grayson decided that Beauxbatons was his last resort, to clear his mind of what happened though as foggy as his human life was, he wouldn’t forget that night.

Personality:
Before being turned, Grayson was your typical gentleman; goody-goody, polite, chivalrous. He was the kind of boy your grandparents said was the proper way a boy should be and said that there should be others out there like him. That all changed when he became a vampire and you could say he’s a lot like his twin brother.

Grayson is very rude and sarcastic and witty. Though, seems to make friends despite it all. He can be humorous and doesn’t always mean to hurt people with his sarcasm or jokes. Gray is very polite and to the ladies and very flirtatious and honest but he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. He can be very cold and heartless and unless he’s up to no good, you can’t tell what he’s thinking or feeling. His face is either blank or just a devilish expression or laughing at something unless he’s comfortable around the person and even then, it’s still hard to distinguish what’s on his mind. He’s mysterious in simple terms. He’s rebellious as well and doesn’t particularly like to follow rules but a good amount of the time; he can wiggle his way out of getting in trouble when he gets caught.

He can still be that sinister, evil creature that he once was but he's grown up a lot since meeting select people and spending time away from school. He's his old self again, the kind gentleman. He always was that way with ladies but it never seemed to be the trait that he was associated with since he was changed. He was never one to sleep around though, unlike his brother or toy with a woman's feelings. He'd been slapped all too many times before he was changed by doing so and even though it doesn't hurt to be hit, it's still not a reason why anyone would want to be hit. Grayson is now a very caring person, one who puts others before himself, would jump off a cliff if it would save someone elses life (and this would be more meaningful if he actually died when jumping off a cliff but the idea that he would put his life before others is the concept trying to be shown).

Sample RP:


Not done. Retyping the Sample RP

It must be Sournois.