Sorting (Term Seventeen)

[arthurroitfield]

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<sup>NAME Arthur Damien Rostein Roitfield
NICKNAMES Arthie
BIRTHDAY / AGE March 8, 1993 / Seventeen
HOMETOWN Nice, France
LINEAGE Giants-blood
HERITAGE French, Croatian, Greek and Swedish
STATUS engaged/complicated
SEXUAL ORIENTATION hetero

APPEARANCE
Arthur's giants-blood took over him more than his wizarding blood does. He stands at 6 foot 2 inches always towering over the nearest first year. Though his lanky yet built stature weighs out his height and weight evenly, instead of him being odd. As a child, he had a growth spurt that last a year, and then he stopped at six foot, but apparently he grew to be two inches taller. His weight used to not be so balanced with his height, and he was always very skinny and underweight, possibly due to the lack of appetite or wanting to eat. Then as he grew, his metabolism took over, as well as the craving of delicious desserts and cuisines which seemed to appeal to his taste buds. At one time, the age of fourteen, Arthur was too overweight for his age which lead him to mounts of exercising and less eating. Although, he still holds those old habits of craving food, he handles to perpetuate his weight and habits of exercising. The divine heritages of French, Croatian, Greek, and Swedish runs through Arthur's DNA. His facial features reward him with distinctive bone structure, ogre-like nose, full and wide lips, with dark brown eyes hollowed in his eyes socket. You'll notice when you take one sharp glance at Arthur, that his neck is long and muscular, and his brunette hair is swayed back and forth due to unkempt ways of letting his hair flow which ever way it pleases. His attractive front leads on many girls, and some would rather just be friends. Though you'd think, nonetheless, that his overall appearance is rather cute and favorable to look at.

PERSONALITY
Not only does his looks charm you, but the way he likes to carry on conversations will too. He likes to charm girls, by puffing a cigarette (even though he can't smoke on school grounds lol) or making vastly long statements about something no one would ever point out. Arthur finds a lot of things funny and interesting, and he has a short attention span, which allows him to make the most random and stupid statements, but oddly enough they sometimes have a point in them. Like when he says 'People wonder why cats point their arses up at you when they're stretching, or walking away from you. But they just don't get that they're playing cute or hard to get, or just saying fck off!'. He comes up with ridiculous ways of attracting girls, like putting on a beguile yet appealing expression while saying 'Why should we cuddle when we could do it?' while holding a girl in his arms. Of course he'll either get wacked in the head or get a rather sensual girl to sleep with him. He's not a manwhre, he just likes to charm girls for the fun of it. Arthur is a very playful person and he sometimes likes to cause mishap where he plays little tricks on people and jokes way too much, and hates it when people play the jokes on him. A lot of times he sweet talks his way out of a bad situation, but ends up not knowing what to do or say next. His actions always starts with him contemplating what to do, he's filled with 'maybes and should i's' and he can never make up his mind about something. Which leads him to doing whatever he wants, and making a laugh about it. But he's not all about joking and embarrassing people, he actually does have a sweet and caring side to him when he actually wants to care. He also has a habit to eat too much and steal food from others, just because he loves food. Actually, he has a lot of habits like smoking and drinking an ample amount of butterbeer and whiskey which he manages to smuggle in.

Despite his joking and trickster side, Arthur is actually very intelligent and has very keen memory. Because of his ambition to learning new stuff, specially about astronomy and science, Arthur has adapted the sense of memorization, specially with magic while using it recklessly. He does, however, have a weird way of learning how to memorize and teach himself new things. Arthur would do a hand-stand and chant whatever spell or whatever he just read a few times, just for memory sakes, and then he would eat whip cream while reading, and write everything he reads down on parchment. Yes, he has a weird way of doing stuff, but that's just a technique he produced to help him learn, and one of his many quirks. Arthur has high energy and is very fond of going places and experiencing new things. He almost can be named a person with ADD but he just can never focus on one thing. Being adventurous is his way of keeping up with the world. He loves being outdoors, hiking, flying, or playing quidditch, and lives for the thrill of getting caught doing mishap. Arthur also takes an interest in music and he knows how to play guitar and sings, but his voice although not good, has little potential. When living in Cannes, France, Arthur was in a small band and they played at open mic nights, but when his life got serious he gave up the band, plus they weren't getting paid much galleons as they expected. Nevertheless, Arthur still loves rock music and wishes he could become a rockstar some day. Because of his adventurous side, Arthur has a lot of ambition in him to do things, and he can never be stopped. Though, that's not always a good idea, since he never likes to listen to someone unless they'll actually benefit him or give him a good reason to listen.

HISTORY
How his parents were in love but in much trouble from the Ministry.

Arthur Damien was fourth born in the family, two years later after triplets. His mother, Flora (nee Rutherford) Rostein Roitfield, was a French and Swedish witch working as a nanny and counting the days when her family would contact her. She couldn't help her unconditional love for Aram Rostein Roitfield, a giant. Aram, a Croatian and Grecian man, worked as a so called philosopher. He was known in the Ministry of Magic for his great 'finds' as a philosopher on astronomy and the solar system, but everything was just a fraud. On top of all that, he was a giant, and not a wizard in any shape or form. Therefore, people were already ambivalent and wary about Aram's actions and who he claims to be. His family were not necessarily considered wealthy, however, his lover Flora, was from a wealthy family of witches and wizards. Their relationship was at first sneaky, but as Aram thrived public image, Flora wasn't afraid to reveal that she was in love with Aram. It was of course to her family's shock about this news of their daughter falling in love with a outcast, a giant, but she couldn't care less. Considering their unconventional love for each other, Flora was announced pregnant with triplets. Of course this bewildered both Aram and Flora, but didn't surprise them to the fullest because of their promiscuous nights together. But the surprise was definitely on the public and their families. Aram's family were rather happy for him and Flora, however, her family was ready to disown her. The birth of their triplets went public and they couldn't take it anymore. Aram's philosophy were soon proven wrong, and he was accused of being corrupt, stealing an ample amount of galleons from the Ministry. As soon as Aram and Flora heard this accusation, them and their triplets went into hiding. Flora found a small note Aram hid in a book about astronomy, and the note read that he was to marry Flora or somehow be 'in love' with her because of the family she came from and the publicity they recieved. Flora then put all her unconditional feelings aside and faced reality, trying to figure out if Aram was really in love with her. She then demanded for him to prove he loved her. Aram was the type of man who was afraid of commitment, and he wasn't very bright on long lasting relationships. Flora on the other hand wanted a saga of love stories like the ones to come from Shakespeare. Just as Flora expected, Aram got on his knees and proposed. Two months later, they had a wedding at his family's house. It was small but had so much meaning, Flora was unable to say her vows because tears swelled up in her eyes and throat. Aram was at disbelief that he was actually getting married, at the age of twenty, but he knew that Flora was the one for some reason, and his inner gut just made him say 'I do'.

Arthur Damien Restoin Roitfield was born. The time was dawn and it was serene, all peace.

Flora was just finishing up feeding the triplets and sewing the last thread of her doll she made for the triplets, when suddenly she had the feeling she had two years ago when she was in labor with the triplets. Aram knew Flora was about to give birth to their next baby, everyone hoping it was only one. After much anticipation, Aram finally was able to see his baby boy, whom they both agreed on naming Arthur Damien. Arthur's childhood was very much surrounded by love and passion, but also secrets. The triplets, all girls, were two years older than Arthur, and each of them had very different personalities. Mia loved Arthur to death, Morgan was very competitive, and Jemma just didn't care about him. Besides Arthur couldn't stand any one of them, but he held a great deal of toleration towards their constant complaining and girlie problems. However, nothing stopped him from getting under their skin. Arthur would always come out of the shower naked or put a slab of cheese under Morgan's pillow, just to drive them infuriated. He couldn't do much else, specially because his wizarding side didn't kick in 'till later, however he was very much like his father, a giant.

The time when Arthur received his magical abilities, gave the triplets a rush to get revenge from all the mishap caused by his simple teasing, competitiveness and practical jokes. At age thirteen, Arthur's birthday was celebrated in a big way where all his relatives on his dad's side were there to celebrate, and his aunt and uncle from his mom's family were there too, to everyone's surprise. It was a big birthday because Arthur finally attained and inherited his wizarding abilities, and his letter to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was received. Yet there will still some family secrets unanswered, and Arthur knew something was hidden, when the Ministry of Magic came to their home. Arthur's father, Aram, just stood there shocked with eyes almost popping out of his head, and a gut-wrenching feeling of fright. They finally caught him. How did they track them down to Nice, France on the mountains where the giants abide in? No one knew. But the biggest questions were roaming around in Arthur's head. He has yet to know how corrupt his father was into tricking people about being a so called philospher. Aram was captured and sent to Azkaban, and that was the last time Arthur ever saw his father, and was also the time when he wanted answers. But everyone ignored him and never answered any one of his questions fully, so he was just expected to live on without knowing about his father and what man he was. Flora, Arthur's mom, wanted to move away right away and they did just that rather quickly. Living in a rural and suburban apartment the south of France near Cannes, Arthur was able to be taught magic peacefully, but the thoughts of his dad and that day made him go insane. Still, no one took the courage to tell Arthur about his own father, mainly because they didn't want him to feel like his father was a horrible man, he just did what he did for his own purposes but still cared for his wife and kids. Two years past, Arthur was fifteen. He started mingling with the nearby wizarding families, and some hated him for being part-giant, and some loved him as a person. Though he was intrigued and pressure into these bad habits like smoking, drinking mounts of butterbeer, whisky, and hooking up with random girls he hung out with. Arthur didn't have a father figure, and he soon forgot about his father and the day he was taken to Azkaban. His mother was too busy getting finances together and with her new love affair, however, Arthur's sisters were very much aware of his actions.

Mia, the one who cares too much for Arthur, was always by his side doing what he does and hanging out with him and his friends. Morgan was determined on going to Beauxbatons and she did. Jemma, who used to not care, was always near Arthur's side trying to get him clean and away from all harm. Yet because of their childhood and how Jemma never cared for Arthur, he just didn't care about the warnings Jemma would lecture him about. Until she made a compromise with Arthur that if he stops getting into bad habits and socializing with wrong people, she would tell him about his father and everything he did to deserve to go into Azkaban. Arthur then listened, but he knew he would never stop his bad habits, but he was eager to learn about his father. So Jemma told him the story about how his father was so corrupt and their rich because he kept all the galleons he was paid for his false philosophical finds of the stars and space, and because the family kept moving different places. Arthur then understood and was amazed at what his family went through when he wasn't even born. What captivated him even more was the book his father wrote in about all his studies of astronomy. It was then that Arthur grew the curiosity of finding out the the truth behind his father's philosophical findings, and make them accurate so that his father would be taken out of Azkaban.

Studying philosphy and astronomy for two years made Arthur feel more educated in that then his wizarding side. It was then that Arthur met a young girl named, Laia Edenburg, a witch and she was always drunk and inebriated but used magic far too much. Getting back into old habits of drinking and smoking, Arthur thought of this as the perfect opportunity to learn more magic; from a girl who uses it recklessly. His plan was to 'fall in love' with her and teach him more charms, potions, and spells. It was kind of like his father all over again; a carbon copy. Laia was very attractive to Arthur and he favored her ways very much, but he didn't forget why he was with her, nor did he forget his mission to free his father from Azkaban by changing his facts he wrote into accurate findings, hoping the Ministry would not find his father guilty. Getting inebriated with Laia, made him feel more closer to her and they both were very promiscuous and had long loving nights together, and she taught him all the magic Arthur can ever hold. It seemed to him that using magic recklessly was the way to learn it fast but with more adventure. A few months with Laia, Arthur decided he loved her more than anything. He was able to tell her his most inner secets, desires, and thoughts, and about his family and father who's in Azkaban, Laia just made him feel like he was OK to be him. So he decided to get engaged to her and Laia never said no. They got engaged secretly in a very beautiful park, and everyone of their friends, Laia's family, and Arthur's sisters, Jemma and Mia were there. Jemma, of course, didn't favor this idea but lost hope in Arthur, and Mia was very happy for him and Laia. However, Arthur's mother was still busy with her own problems and love affair, and no one seemed to care to fix that mess. After the engagement, Arthur began to be serious with his life. So he decided he'd go to Beauxbatons, and study both philosophy and magic there, and it would make him closer to going to the Ministry and freeing his father. Laia was not at all for his plan, and she was determined to not go with him. Arthur didn't take anything this situation as a joke neither was his love a joke, but Laia, she was the one who thought everything was a joke. Because of this, Laia got drunk and intoxicated while Arthur packed his bags for Beauxbatons. Arthur's head was filled with questions, and he was always contemplating what to do next, but could never make up his mind. Nothing made his mind perfect nor stable, and he could never focus on one point. Now he was seventeen, regrettably engaged, and in Beauxbatons a place where he could think, hoping things wouldn't get anymore foggy than it already is.

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Arthur was vulnerable to accidents happening around him; he was too mischievous but unaware of his surroundings. The way he would handle situations made him even more prone to messing up something, because his ambition to do something would drive him crazy and once he has his eyes on a target he would have perfect aim. There was no sense in him being so distraught over the capturing of his father, but then he realized he has inherited some of his father's attributes. Lacking common sense, Arthur didn't mind that, because he did what he wanted, and whatever he feels would work in tough situations. His mother was dealing with financial stress, but found a quick remedy by having a love affair with some rich muggle; who of course had no clue she was a witch nor had children. There was many secrets hidden in the Roitfield family, one of which Arthur managed to discover, or rather told by his sister Jemma. She was of course, the one triplet who didn't have much care in what Arthur did, but she suddenly had emotions fluttering and tensions rising; she just had no interest in her family falling in pieces slowly. So in order to break Arthur's old habits of getting drunk, smoking, and hooking up with random girls, she told him about his father and how corrupt he was. Arthur was of course in dismay, but intrigued at how his father got by with the Ministry and his false findings on philosophy. It was all Arthur needed to get him started on finding some truth behind his father's philosophy on astronomy and science. All of that ended him up where he was. At that very park where he got engaged to Laia Edenburg. The girl who taught Arthur reckless use of magic, just because he was too determined to learn, and not let go of his wizarding side. Like many other times, Arthur didn't know he was making a mistake. The point was, that he didn't care and knew whatever he did was right, but that was just his gut-wrenching responsibility of his life actions.

Laia was the only girl Arthur had put any effort into being with. She made him feel like it was OK to be who he was, and to come from a rather disfunctional family. Possibly because she's disfunctional herself. And there he was again wondering. "Laia don't hog all of the frickin' cigs yourself!" yelled Arthur. He was moody and wanted a light smoke, but Laia was no where to be heard or seen. Arthur hated when she would play tricks on him, because he wanted to be the one whose playing the tricks, but he guessed they were too much alike. He sniffed his shirt to smell if it was clean enough to wear, and slipped it on not caring if it entirely was clean. Groaning, Arthur got out of the bed he and Laia shared last night, and walked out onto the balcony of her house. It was a beautiful site of Cannes, and all was just a serene hush sound. An alarming buzzing sound came from Arthur's phone, as it distracted him from the alluring view. He answered his voice and in his lazy, laggard voice he said, "Who is this?". On the other line was his band mate, Malcolm. Arthur let out a yawn as Malcolm broke the news to him that the band was breaking up, and no one wanted to perform anymore. Arthur bellowed a loud "What!?"</sup>

in between his yawn. "Well then I guess I might continue playing the frickin' ukulele! When the f did this happen!?" yelled Arthur, he was clearly not in the mood for this. Malcolm ignoring Arthur's rage, simply explained how the band sucks and they had other important things to do. All Arthur did was disconnect the phone, and throw it on his bed.

Everything was kinda falling down on Arthur, aside from Laia, whom he adored very much and knew it was the right thing to get engaged to her. Yet, Arthur would realize things weren't as he hoped for. Laia came in the room half dazed and confused. Arthur's eyebrows raised. He thought of Laia's appearance as trashy but beautiful, and he smiled, "Are you drunk Laia?" She looked up to him with a dumbfounded smile and nodded her head in a slow and meaningless way. Dragging her through the room, he accidentally dropped her on the floor. Then building up as much strength as he can hold, Arthur took Laia and carried her on his shoulders, and slammed her back on the bed. Arthur romantically hovered over her, both arms each at her sides, and his face inches away from hers. He inched forward and gave her a passionate kiss, and soon they were kissing four times more. "You do know, I love you right?"

[/font] he asked, she nodded, and he grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and gave it to her to drink. "Which is why I want you to come with me to Beauxbatons. We can have so much fun there. And besides, what are we doing here anyways?" Arthur said and paused for a reaction. When Laia just stared at him, her forehead creased with concern, and she was almost getting back to her norm. "You know...me...you, together in Beauxbatons, learning magic...fun yeah?"[/i] But Laia didn't think of it as much fun. She had other plans and wanted to stay under her own rules, and not go to Beauxbatons where she wouldn't be able to do the things she'll normally do, like get drunk or use reckless magic. Arthur thought differently. Laia shook her head and lectured Arthur about all the reasons she doesn't want to go with him. Arthur looked at Laia in disbelief and stared at her drinking more whiskey. "Fine. Then I'll fckin' go myself! I know you and me are engaged, but doesn't mean you can take control over my life!" Arthur yelled as he packed his clothes, books, wand, and all necessities he needed, then took his broom in hand. He didn't think twice, and just left. Laia stopping to collect her thoughts, then got up to run after him. It wasn't what she thought would happen, but apparently Arthur didn't care if she came with him or not. Laia hoping otherwise.
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sorry it's so long but hopefully it's ok c: (graphic by erin <3)
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I'd pick ROUERIE for you.

[saskiafranco]

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<sup>NAME Saskia Lydia Franco
NICKNAMES n/a
BIRTHDAY / AGE December 10, 1993 / Seventeen
HOMETOWN Kastoriá, Greece
LINEAGE Veela-blood
HERITAGE Greek and Moroccan
STATUS single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION hetero

APPEARANCE
Saskia stands shorter than the average seventeen year old, but her height is more like the average fifteen year old. Her stature to be graceful gives her the presence of a delicate ballet dancer, a form of dance she has mastered in since four years old. Her expressions and facial features are very strong-like, and her eyebrow's thick arch gives her face more volume. Her light olive skin comes from her Moroccan side, being that her mom is more of a lighter olive, however, her father who's Greek has a more darker skin. Her eyes look like her fathers, and she attains high cheekbones like her mother, and when she looks at you her stare is almost fox-like. However, her appearance is almost winter-esque very soft and attracts you like you're in a trance. Nonetheless, no matter how graceful she is nor how her looks favor her, Saskia can never use her looks to her advantage. She has a slight show of freckles, her hair is always unkempt and messy, she throws on just anything to wear, and her look at first is very mean looking, but is sometimes not meant to be. Sometimes people would take her in a wrong way, like she's some witch with a b and is very mean, when really she doesn't mean to be that way, however her face structure makes her look that way. On top of that she has habits of staring which intimidates people more. She means well, yet sometimes her stare can come in good use when she's mad. Another thing not so attractive about Saskia is how she bites her nails and chews the soft part of her thumb, and she never bothers to dress in a polished look, aside from wearing her robes.


PERSONALITY
Sakia reveals herself as being a rather passionate, sensual, but alluring and graceful ballet dancer. Her ways of moving her feet, arms, and legs to the rhythm of the music, and being graceful all at once makes her less naive and modest about the way she dances, than she really is. Because of ballet, and the academy at which she was taught, her passion thrives even more. She's very ambitious about being the best of the best when it comes to dancing, and the competitiveness comes out of her when wanting that main character in a play. When it comes to dance, no one is allowed to get in her way, and she won't let anyone walk over her. That is because she has learned from pass experiences at the ballet academy she used to dance at. Her instructor was a strict man, yes man, and she had one devious competitor. All those experiences she faced and growing up in a low class family, made her stronger in her mind and live life with more compassion. The way she dances makes her own appearance away from the stage more lascivious and lustful. She takes pleasures in being a romantic, and everything must be perfect at night with a guy. Yet, after a one night stand, Saskia usually regrets everything, and ends up hating herself because the guy she would have slept with would never return to her again, or even care for her for that matter. Saskia likes to be motherly towards people younger than her, and feel as if she could make someone's life better by giving some sort of advice. Her caring side makes her almost obsessive over someone and too caring like she's they're actual mother. Even to a person her age, Saskia cares too much, especially if that person is dealing with something that hurts them. So you can always depend on Saskia to coming and comforting you in times of need, but beware, because sometimes she cares too much. When she cares too much, Saskia can really be annoying she'll irritate you asking if you're ok or not, which can definitely make you angry and eventually yell at her. That is when you set off her bad side, and she gets really emotional when letting out her feelings. She hates to leave in her madness and rather lets out what she feels about a person. Saskia's sort of hard to read, and her ways of handling problems is based on her emotions. After letting out her emotions in a fight Saskia easily regrets it and tries to fix the problem she created. She is, to be honest, perfect at being forgiven by people, even the toughest person possibly. Her face softens and her look is very believably sincere.

Saskia gets obsessive over stuff she tries at first and likes, and then gets addicted to it. She likes to taste of most foods, but she's very stubborn on keeping her weight slim, so whenever she eats a big meal (which is twice a day), Saskia puts in at least three to four hours of dance practice afterwards. It's just that she has this compulsion to be fit all the time. She's also very OCD on doing things at a certain time. For example; if she was going to start writing something she has to start at a time that says something like 9:00 or 9:30 or even 9:35, or whenever he class would start. Yet, Saskia is very lazy and hates to spend time just tidying up places. So she rather just keep everything in a place where she last remembers she placed it, other than organizing everything in a certain order or place, which makes her to forget it later on. Despite her OCD weirdness, Saskia is a girl who likes to play tricks with your mind, and twist your stories. She likes to play around with guy's minds most of all, and ends up being this big party girl who influences them to go with her anywhere and do whatever she pleases. As for her friends, Saskia plays innocent, though they would know her better than that and understand her tricky ways. And plain enemies would just not give a damn about Saskia nor give in to her mindful tricks she likes to play with people. Overall Saskia is some what of an emotional wreck, yet she cares for others in their times of need, and she's reckless and likes to be promiscuous with a party image. You can never really understand what goes on in Saskia's head sometimes.

HISTORY
Her parents met but were forced to marry, and everything was set in stone .

Saskia's mother Theodora Demopolous, a witch, was a hard working private author who wrote short but meaningful stories, and sold them to the public outside her rather nice but old apartment in Kastoriá, Greece. Theodora lived with her strict Greek parents who pressured her to get money and fast so they could eat, that was how unwealthy their family's status was. The only hope was for Theodora to sell her stories and get a few galleons for it which lasted her and her parents enough to eat. Since Theodora was their only daughter they wanted the best for her, but relied on her too much, and pressured her into having things their way with these strict traditions they set in place. So when Theodora got of age, twenty-eight, her parents arranged a marriage with this man, a veela-blood. Though Theodora's parents could care less about blood lineage, they just wanted their daughter to settle down for once, and also bring money to the family. Max Franco, a veela-blood, and a wealthy healer who's well known in most wizarding worlds, especially in Greece. He was visiting Kastoriá because he was in need to help a poor old man recover from an attacking spell. Theodora was there when Max miraculously cured the old man, but it wasn't as it seems. Theodora stayed at the old man's room, and noticed after Max left, that the old man started coughing hard and gasping for breathes. Max wasn't who he said he was. Instead of curing the old man, he set a charm on him that made the man gasp for air. She suddenly left not able to see anymore of that. Three months later, Theodora's parents introduced her to Max, and it was a total surprise. She didn't understand this at all. Her parents then announced that she would be getting married to Max, a fraud healer. Theodora was appalled by this engagement and didn't have a say in anything. Max simply swooned over Theodora's beauty and gave her and her parents anything they asked for; galleons, clothes, and food. Theodora was however sour about this marriage, and gave Max a cold shoulder. He actually didn't love Theodora, he was just attracted to her. And Theodora hated Max, and wasn't attracted to anything. After marriage, Theodora moved in with Max at his big villa in Kastoriá, and hated every second of the move. He insulted her and abused her, and she couldn't take it. After he had gotten her drunk, Max slept with Theodora. A month had passed, and Theodora was then announced pregnant, and she was in dismal. Nothing made sense to her anymore and so she filed a divorce, but kept the baby after it was born nine months later. Theodora didn't want to move in with her overly controlling parents, so instead she moved in with her close friend, a gypsy.

Saskia grew up and she was influenced by many things, and many things made her passionate.

Saskia Lydia was raised in a small one-story house with her mom and her god-mother, a gypsy, Acacia. Acacia was a year older than Saskia's mom, and she knew about magic, but was a Squib, so she held no magic. Since Saskia's family was very poor, Acacia was able to make money by giving out fortunes, and sleeping areas for passer-bys and tourists who were walking to their destination and needed a place to stay for a night. Saskia loved the thought of new people coming, and she usually took care of them more than her mom or god-mother did. That was just in Saskia's motherly nature, however, she hated those muggles who would come because they would make her angry at their constant complaining about things. But she was just being biased towards witches and wizards. Even though Saskia very much favored her magical abilities and wizards/witches, she took her god-mother, who's a squib, as her own blood. Acacia was the one who influenced Saskia as a young toddler that ballet was so graceful and beautiful. Saskia was attracted to the way Acacia would move and point her toes while she dances gracefully, which made her to dance professionally.

It wasn't that easy in the wizarding world to be a professional dancer, specially when you're family wasn't very rich, which was Saskia's circumstance. Her mother didn't pressure her as much to bring money to the family, mainly because her mother didn't want that for her, and Saskia was determined to dance professionally rather than be told what to do.

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w.i.p. ik i'm crazy lol (graphic by erinn)</sup>

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[rosa]

First Name: Cassie
Last Name: Flynn
Age: 15

Appearance: Although Cassie is what some might call short, reaching only 5’3, she is made to appear taller due to her lean build. Cassie has a sort of hair colour Attention Deficit Disorder, unable to decide which colour she like the most. Eclectic clothing is her ‘style’, though really, Cassie picks out anything with a lot of bright colour. Her eyes are very light blue and her skin of a freakishly pale complexion – stupid Irish heritage! Thus, being in Australia was a bit of a pain – Sunburn central!!

History: Cass grew up in a family with only she and her mother. A muggle family to boot. So male influence in her life was slim to none. Alice Flynn never remarried, and Cassie was glad of it. She didn’t want to have to share her mother with a random creeper man. She grew up listening to Brittany Spears, the Corrs and various other Muggle artists, so moving to a magical school was quite a shock to the system. Whereas other magical children with Muggle parents would experience some sort of extraordinary behaviour, Cassie didn’t due to her obsession with gaming platforms – She would be inside a lot of the time, with her eyes pinned to the screen of a television. Not a very healthy lifestyle, but definitely an enjoyable one! Therefore, she didn’t experience any pre-beauxbatons magical behaviour, if any at all. The information that she was magical was taken as a joke for some time, as a result. Cassie had never been through any family crisis and life for her was pretty smooth sailing, fortunately, so it is easy to say that her post beaxubatons times were fairly mundane, aside from her game playing and unicorn figurine collecting, of course!

Personality: Dreamy and clever isn’t always the best combination of traits to have, especially when pooled with an absolute disinterest in academia/school work in general. However, this is Cassie, and she couldn’t be happier with her routine. She’s kind and will hold a conversation with anyone who seeks it and although she is quite shy at times, she rather enjoys the idea of talking with new people. Now, this happy-go-lucky side of Cassie’s personality also has a less attractive side; jealousy, competitiveness and frequent negative self critique. Cassie is made extremely jealous very easily, whether it be about looks, abilities or friendships. For example, when Cassie was seven, there was a girl living next door who had the most gorgeous blonde hair and would boastingly flaunt it around. Whenever the two were together she would receive every compliment, while Cassie stood by – Her mundane mousy hair had nothing on her ‘friends’ gorgeous golden locks. This continued until one day, Cassie became so blind with jealousy that she thought up a devious plan of attack. Her next door neighbour would not receive a compliment in regards to her hair for a very, very long time. On a night like any other, Cassie located a bottle of permanent ink and splattered it all over the girls hair during a ‘sleep over’ at Cassie’s house. Cassie was punished thoroughly, but the feeling of an absence of jealousy was sweet enough that Cass felt no resentment for such a punishment. Now, Cassie wouldn’t dream of doing something so unkind to someone at age 15, but the severity of the jealous feeling is still there. Her competitiveness sprouts from both pride and the aforementioned jealousy, though isn’t too severe. The competitiveness is only prevalent during intense gaming sessions, as is normal in most gamers. Overall, with the competitiveness and jealousy aside, Cassie would not dream of hurting another person intentionally, unlike her earlier years.
Likes:
-Friendship
-Gaming
-Rainbows – For the pot of gold at the other side of course!
-Excitability
-Laughing
-Futurism, though Cassie is terrible at anything sciency
-Unicorns

Dislikes:
-Judgemental people
-Argumentative behaviour
-Conflict
-Arrogance
-Dark places
Hot weather
Sample RP: From another rp that I've done in the past. I hope that's OK?? x
The purple sky above Ettie’s ginger locks gave them an almost ebony hue as she sat with her legs outstretched in front of her. Her blue dress puffed out around her legs awkwardly, failing to reach her toes. She clicked her shoes together, the black leather dusty from blood red dirt and whistled a haunting tune sweetly in the quiet of the country. Ettie was inexcusably late for supper and her mother would surely be wet with worry, however the landscape at this time was absolutely flawless. With a heave, Ettie pulled herself up from the dull green grass below and patted her frock down so that it fell back into place. She gazed at her feet momentarily and then at her attire. It too was covered in red dust. Her mother was right in accusing her of acting inappropriately, especially on this occasion, but what was the point in being ten years old and behaving like a grown woman? Taking a deep breath and savouring the last of the sweet country air until returning home for supper, Ettie turned on her heels and ran home, her hair trailing behind her softly.

“Where have you been young lady?” These were the first words that escaped the now pursed lips belonging to Ettie’s mother. Ettie stood up straight, put her legs together and held her hands behind her back as if behaving ‘appropriately’ would help her in her defence. “I was simply enjoying the beautiful country air, mama. Truly, it is absolutely stunning!” Her mother stared at her, intensely. She spoke slowly and precisely for a true dramatic effect; “You are exactly one hour late for supper, Ethel. Do you have any idea of how inappropriately behaved you are? When I was your age I would have been beaten for my lateness to supper – the most important meal for family time!” Ettie maintained her balanced position and blinked at her mother. “I am sorry mama, truly I am.” The woman cleared her throat and grabbed Ettie by the arm. “As much as I hate to do this, Ethel, it is high time I take an active role in your upbringing, considering the nurse can’t control you. You’re going to bed without any supper and will stay in there until the morning. I’m locking your door to ensure that you don’t escape into the kitchen in the dead of the night.” She dragged Ettie up the forever winding timber stairs and pushed her into her bedroom forcefully. Ettie spun around just as the door slammed loudly. “I love you mama…” Her mother’s anger was obvious – why else would she have called her only daughter ‘Ethel’, rather than her usual pet name, ‘Ettie’?

Ettie slept restlessly that night. Her thoughts flew around her head vigorously, like a flock of galas in an electrical storm. After many hours of fighting her mind for just a minute of sleep, Ettie submitted to lying awake and staring up at the white ceiling above. It was only with the aid of a spine chilling shrill that she was given the opportunity to forget the worries on her mind. She turned her head to her door and saw a bright red glow lining its frame. Ettie kicked her blankets away and slipped out of her bed unsurely. After tip toeing to the door and pressing her ear to its flat, cold surface, a soft crackling noise gave her reason to step back in fright. Black smoke began to slip underneath the door and fill her room. Her eyes began to sting furiously as she pushed forward and felt around for the door handle.

That competitiveness of hers makes me place her in Sournois.

[djkang]

First Name: Dae Jae
Last Name: Kang
Age: 15
Appearance: Here.

History:
In Seoul, South Korea, Dae Jae had the most normal of lives- as normal as a child could have when born into a family of pure blood wizards who go in for the kill. He was the only child of the family however, and his parents dumped responsibility on him with whatever chance they were given. With a wealthy family, it was expected of Dae Jae Kang to lead Kang Arts & Publishing of Magic after graduating from an elite wizarding school, rack up the Galleons, marry a successful and talented witch, and have many children to continue the family line. Dae Jae was not free to pursue everything and anything he wanted like his cousins-- He was taught by private tutors on every subject that was needed in order to take over the family and dominate the magical business world. In order to keep the stress from making the boy crazy, Dae Jae's mother, Hyori Kang doted on him, babying him without fail. A perfect grade led to whatever he wanted in return. His father, Aiden Kang however, scolded Dae Jae when ever his performance with tutors and his magic wasn't up to par as it should be. His mother wanted him tamed and his father father only cared about whether he was good enough for the family.

Dae Jae was sent to private wizarding schools for four years with the addition of more tutors on weekends. The hols were his only break. Dae Jae did what he could-- He got top grades, he lead clubs, caught great recommendations at a young age. He hadn't even gone to a real wizarding for more than two years, and yet his parents took it upon themselves to start looking for potential wives. He wasn't used to females at all-- only his mother. Sure, he had met some gorgeous witches, but they were also dumb witches that Dae Jae felt he could best in a duel, a test or simply looks. Dae Jae preferred his tutors, witches and wizards, who were... very attractive and smart. But date after date after date. His father would not stop and Dae Jae grew tired of it, not to mention half the girls made him squirm uncomfortably in front of them and avoid conversation. When Dae Jae wanted to talk the newest elixir created and it's complex structure, the broads wanted to talk about the trends in the newest issue of Witch Weekly. Disgusting.

Do Dae Jae decided that he would only be interested in himself and his studies until someone 'not stupid' came along. But he knew his parents wouldn't even listen to that theory so Dae Jae came up with the next best thing to avoid marriage.

He was homosexual.

So he told his parents the 'truth' and his mother literally screamed the house down. But you know what they say, denial is the first stage. So his parents didn't believe him. They said Dae Jae was confused and 'It was just a phase'. So, a 'plan B' they said, he was sent to Beauxbatons, Academy of Magic. The school had enough pretty girls to make a blind wizard see along with great instructors. It was perfect. Dae Jae would find a bright witch and become even more brilliant. The family line was saved! They didn't think that their beloved son would see being sent to France-- a l o n e-- as a chance for freedom.

Guess what, Dae Jae did.

Personality:
Dae Jae is your typical spoiled rich child. He has the life of getting everything he wants, whenever he wants it. Don't expect him to be different. While bitchy and demanding at worst, he's also lazy and indulgent. Dae Jae isn't the easiest person to get along with if you don't have the patience of a saint or the attitude to stand up to him, because he will step all over you if given the chance. Dae Jae's always been attracted to things that aren't quite normal, or don't quite fit in. He himself has always been different of course. Dae Jae laughs when it's inappropriate, and never cries. He's fast when you're slow, slow when you're fast. Although Dae Jae wears the latest fashions and designs under his tailored robes and looks just as classy as his background- he talks like a sailor, crude and crass and downright filthy when he's worked up.

Dae Jae is basically a reserved person when he isn't provoked. There isn't a set Dae Jae reaction for any situation, his moods are mercurial at best, and people would find it hard to keep up as he goes from loud to soft, hyper to mellow, aggressive to docile. Dj has an obvious distrust in people and takes no initiative in making friends or conversations-- which is actually kind of bad in the world his family wants him to lead. When addressed he could be as sweet as sugar to you at one moment, then sarcastic the next. He keeps people at a distance. To him, people are just like the one who ignored and shunned him, his father. Because of this, Dj comes off cold to others but he is working hard to change is views of people. Dae Jae seems like a challenge, but he's really isn't; despite the personality. He's open with his life, almost too open for some people. He's a little eccentric and has interests ranging from art and music to muggle video games and books. But he is, for the most part, harmless. He can be snappy but he's never mean without a reason, finding it a hassle to get worked up to angry.

Dae Jae respects people that doesn't put up with his s**t, and those are the people he keeps close. He's usually friendly enough, as long as that person isn't disliked for some reason or just plain stupid. Dae Jae's bluntness and his princess attitude is probably definitely enough to get him some enemies in the wizarding world.

Sample RP:
The fact that he had fans in America came as quite a shock to Dae Jae.

Sure, Dae had played in a few dramas back in Seoul, when his father had him start out as muggle but Dae thought nothing of it. He had acted as that charming high school heartthrob, the quiet pianist, the rebellious teenager, the list went on and on. Dae had poured his heart and soul into those roles, bringing rating as high as he could-- both as a wizard and a muggle star-- trying to make his father proud. Dae only achieved the former, but never had he thought of having fans. It sort of made him.. happy? Proud?

Whichever of the two, it could describe how Dae felt now. A Korean girl had popped up in front of him, peering at Dae like she couldn't believe her eyes. She had asked him if he was Dae Jae Kang, and Dae nodded yes, albeit reluctantly. He half expected the girl to squeal and shout, but surprisingly she just asked for a picture and autograph. Maybe it was only witches that were a bit crazy.

It was odd, smiling at the camera lens on the side of the girl's cellphone. It was a new feeling, sighing the girl's purse before she ran off to meet her friends at the entrance of the airport. Odd, new, but it was a good feeling nevertheless. Dae wondered if this would happen often since he was here. His father never arranged a fanmeet in Seoul, and he had no idea how things went in New York City.

When an obscene sound started from Dae Jae's stomach, he thought it was best to head to Starbucks and finally eat.

Starbucks was considered as muggle junk and had always been banned, back when Dae was still living in Seoul, being trained to become the perfect actor for both worlds. His father said he didn't want Dae gaining any more pounds than needed; it would conflict with casting. And if he got any blemishes, it would be over. But this didn't stop his mother-- many times Dae had caught her in the act of smuggling things from Starbucks home, demanding that she share lest he snitch. And he'd make a scene of it, too. Dae's father would have a heart attack if he knew his son was here. But God, right now-- being surrounded by the warm inviting scent of baked goods and coffee beans, Dae could care less about his father.

The line was long, definitely expected. Dae Jae got in line, intending to check the menu while waiting. However, he was distracted by an unruly mop of dirty blond hair. Lowering his eyes, Dae gave the guy an obvious look over and felt himself smirk. Distraction? No no, pleasant distraction more so-- No. Dae Jae bit his lip, urging himself to keep away. He didn't even know the guy.

But Dae Jae just loved to meet new people. Keeping that lame intention in mind, Dae Jae tapped the person lightly on the shoulder.

"Thinking about trying something new?" Dae Jae grinned. "You look a bit unsure."

Sournois!

[shapoopyman15]

First Name: Brandon
Last Name: Timmok
Age: Seventeen

Appearance:

Brandon Timmok has a very confident and manly expression. With his not so organized hair and his slight goatee, he wins the hearts of women all over. People would think that his general looks would give him a lighter eye color, but Brandon's eyes remain a dark brown color. Brandon is a very fit and in shape man. He keeps his body toned. He will dress for the occasion, but otherwise, he is a very casual person when dressed. Brandon gets his sharp looks from his mother. He doesn't look to much like his father. When he was little, he had wild looking teeth, but throughout his life he got treatment and has straight white teeth and takes good care of them.

History:

Brandon comes from a large neighborhood in London. His parents would tell him that they possessed alot of money, but the truth was the magic they used to get it all. Brandon's mother was a witch but his father was a muggle. His father knew about his mother being a witch as soon as they started dating. she told him that she was a witch before they started dating so he could accept her. Brandon found out that he was a wizard when he was 10. Before he started magic school he had time to learn about magic and learn magic in general. The next year he went to school and pursued a life in the magical world.

Personality:

Brandon is very confident in his choices. He is almost border line to being cocky, but he stops himself before that part of him could come out of its shell. Brandon is considerate of other peoples decisions toward him. He usually has good success with women so he doesn't have to respect anyones decisions. Brandon likes to work out and eat healthy. He doesn't normally eat alot of calories or sweats, but when he does he works out enough to get back on his normal diet. Brandon often likes to walk on the beach. He didn't live by one, but when he was staying by one he likes to hang out there. Brandon likes having a best friend to share similarities with. Someone who he can talk to about girl trouble or just to talk to. He is a very organized student. Well in witchcraft and wizardry. Brandon has a good sense of humor. He likes rock and roll, and alternative type of music. He likes the muggle band called the Beatles.

Sample RP:

While on a walk around the grounds, Brandon comes upon the sunset. His family knows that he likes walks at sunset on the beach. Brandon comes upon the lake. He wonders what the name of it was, but thats beside the point. Brandon finds a pathway that leads down to the shore. He follows it while starring at the beach. He notices someone running further down the pathway. Although he can't make the person out, he assumes that the person is a girl. Brandon thought to himself "Maybe a girl and her boyfriend were hanging out along the shore and they have a fun time, but in the end of the walk he brakes up with her." Brandon giggles to himself as the person was getting closer. It was a girl running on the path. Brandon catches a glimpse of her face and she was definitely crying her eyes out. Her face was red and wet. He could tell she had been crying on the path the whole time. The end of the path neared. Brandon is almost down to the shores.

As Brandon arrives on the shores of the beach, he sees a man also walking on the beach not to far from him. He thought to himself if he should go over to him and see if the girl that was running on the pathway was running away from him. Brandon was always good at assuming things in peoples relationships. He could tell if two people were dating without intimate contact. He could tell if two people were broken up,and how long that couple had been broken up. Brandon thinks its a good thing, but the people that he knows tell him it is a bad omen. Brandon uses it to his advantage to get into the minds of couples. Other people that are Brandon's friends tell him that he could be a couples therapist in a minute. Brandon said that would be a good way to make alot of money, but he doesn't want to spend all of his shifts at work sitting on a couch and watching couples fight in front of him. He could also help himself get other women by studying the where abouts of women, what they like, what they hate, and what they look for in a guy. Brandon has no intentions of being a couples therapist.

Brandon decides not to go and intrude with anyone else's business. He did enough thinking of the situation inside his head. Instead he walks down the beach and watches the sun go completely down. As he walks back up the pathway he notices a girl lying down on one of the benches on the wall. It looked a lot like the girl that was crying earlier that day. Brandon went to the bench in thought that the girl was okay. The girl woke up, and they talked for a while in the dark. She told Brandon that her boyfriend broke up on the beach and she ran up to the bench in hope that he would come back to apologize and get back together, but he never came back. She didn't even know where else he could have gotten up to the grounds. Brandon told her that he probably aperated to the grounds to avoid her. Brandon knew that this girl and her former boyfriend are probably going to get back together anytime soon, or at all. The girl was escorted back up to the grounds by Brandon. He hopes that he and the girl can be friends next time they meet.

MUST BE SOURNOIS!

[bem]

<sup>First Name: Bryce Edan

Last Name: Macfarlane

Age: 17 years old

Appearance:</sup>

<sup>History:
Bryce was born from a wealthy high-class family. His biological father is a demon and abandoned his mother while she was pregnant. His mother, Julianna, is a pureblood witch, sister to Elizabeth Sommer (Nathaniel Sommer's mother). He lived in Scotland during the first few years of his life, in the care of his mother and the Sommer's. However, his mother remarried to Baen Macfarlane, a pureblood wizard, who adopted Bryce as his own son. As a child growing up not knowing his real father, Bryce resented him and hoped that one day the meet so that he could settle a score. It wasn't fair for Julianna to have to raise a child like him, a half demon who couldn't control his powers. Bryce was thankful for Baen's patience in training him to control his emotions. When his powers matured, he found out that he can manipulate fire, which he finds quite fascinating.

He was young when his parents kept moving around, so Bryce didn't make a lot of friends. Those only close to him were his relatives, which he typically picked on his cousins Nathaniel, Peyton, and Jane Sommers. At times when he didn't get his way, he accidently set fire to their toys, even their bed at one time. This streak continued throughout the years he started attending school. His behavior worsened around people, so he became a social outcast. Bryce often drew attention to himself, which he didn't mind because running from the law was a thrilling experience. Because of his misdameanors, Baen and Julianna had to relocate again, this time France. They lived there for a couple years while Bryce finally turned seventeen. His powers were beginning to ignite more, become more powerfule as his wizard side was awakened from being supressed from his demonic powers. Julianna and Baen thought it best he start school to gain control and hopefully mature from their absence.

Personality:

Bryce can be a genuinely nice guy, but that is how he will appear to you at first. He is anti-social and doesn't really like anyone who attempts to talk or befriend him. He is very blunt and sarcastic. Nothing is sugar-coated when he speaks the truth. However, he is a compulsive liar, so you will never know if he's telling the truth or not because he does not care to tell you anything. Bryce is immature and sometimes will ignite things on fire for the sheer thrill of it. He likes to live on the edge. Bryce is also arrogant. He finds pleasure in seeing people suffer from pain. He does not care to help others but himself. He is selfish, inconsiderate, and has no interest whatsoever with making nice to people--that includes his cousins and anyone in the house he is sorted into.

Sample RP:

Eyes glanced down at the half full cup of coffee and the steam that still lifting off from the dark brown surface. He took another careful sip, fixed on his drink only instead of his surroundings. It was just the same, day in and out, routine he goes through everyday. He doesn't know why he often stops here, but its only for one purpose and he should soon be on his way back to school. But a far distant cry stops him and he could have sworn it was the wind calling his name. Maybe his tiresome mind was hearing things, hallucinating what isn't there. He shook his head, slouching even more in his chair. It sounded like her and it clenched his heart.

Bryce stood up to leave, but then a second time his name was called and he knew that he couldn't have been dreaming this. She was here of all places and he was shocked to have not seen her first. Bryce turned around from the table he stood from and his eyes landed on her pale face. It was the same girl he had eyed once before he got his cup of coffee. How could he have been so blinded to not notice Jackie at first? He felt terrible, but its not like she had given him any notion to her recent appearance back in Rue de Paradis. He didn't know that she would be returning and maybe he felt just a little angry about that.

But he looked into her eyes and saw how tiresome and bloodshot they were. He had no idea what she had been going through, but knew it was related to family. He could never punish Jackie for that or for leaving without one word over the course of time. Breathing in slowly, he walks over to her table with his coffee in hand and takes a seat opposite of Jackie, invited or not. She looked terrible, but he didn't want to say it. Then again he looked terrible and that could be because of all the school work he's been burying himself in to evade his mind off her. Well now it seems that he couldn't keep his mind off of her and there was just so much inside him, so many questions he wanted to ask, but couldn't bring himself to do so.

It was the first time in months they've seen each other and he didn't want to nag her with questions. That's probably the least she wants to hear from him, so he musters and displays a weak smile toward her, leaning on the table with his hand just stretched to the middle of the table. "Looks like we've got a common place to hang out at. I..." he paused, eyes falling to the table as he figures what to say next. Welcome back? Where have you been? No, he needed to say something else to reaffirm his feelings to her, and so he looked back into her eyes. "I missed you. How are you holding up?"</sup>

SOURNOIS!

[mywonderfulbanana]

First Name: Melody
Last Name: Starr
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Melody's squib father abandoned her and her mother when she was born, he had never intended having a child and the fact of her mom's pregnancy was kept a secret from him. The pregnancy was hid by magic, her mother was a witch. Melody's birthday was May 14th, and she was raised by her mom and her mom's friend Annabeth; Annabeth and Melody were very close; Melody even considered her her aunt and called her Auntie 'Annbeth' (or at least thats how she pronounced Annabeth as a child.). When Melody was little she lost Annabeth to a dark wizard on a rampage. Melody learned to survive with out her, she had her mom at least. Melody attended Hogwarts until year 3, then was home-schooled until the current year (Her 6th year of schooling), when she was transfered to Beauxbaton. Melody has always had issues with learning Herbology, it seemed as if every plant she had ever raised ended up dying anyway. In Melody's second year of homeschooling, instead of her mom teaching her, a tutor did. Melody was easily distracted and liked to daydream and doodle instead of paying attention to the lesson. After one more year with the tutor, Melody had still not gotten rid of her horrible learning habits. She seemed not to even care about magic anymore, she thought 'Why do I even need to know how to harvest a mandrake? Or change things into other things? Why do I need to know how and when to use a bezoar? Why can't I live a normal muggle-like life?' But Melody's mom pushed her, after her mom explained that Annabeth would have wanted her to learn and pay more attention, Melody seemed to be changing. She started to soak in more information, and pay more attention. But lately Melody has been returning to her old habits, teenage hormones made her forget Annabeth's wishes, and not care about anything except for her friends, and drawing, Melody had started a new hobby too, she liked to sing. But it kept interfering with her learning anyway, so her mom gave up and just let her try to figure it out on her own. Melody's mom took her broom away when she found out that Melody had been sneaking out to hang out with Max in her first and second year of homeschooling. Her mom made a deal with her that if she could come up with a way to learn easier that she would get her broom back. Melody found a way to help her learning problem, and received her broom again. Melody is an only child, but her mom started getting close to a muggle man in Melody's second to last year of homeschooling. Melody's mother (Hazel) was proposed to in Melody's last year of homeschooling by the muggle (Aaron). Now Aaron and Hazel are married and Melody is soon expecting a baby brother.
Personality: Kind, Short tempered, with a big sense of humor- that's Melody. Melody likes being called 'Mel' by her friends, and loves to paint and draw realistic pictures in her spare time. She likes singing and her favorite class is Divination and she is very superstitious. Melody has a great love for animals, both in the magical world and in the muggle world. Melody likes learning about muggle religions around the world, Greek Gods and Goddesses are her favorite. She seems to have a respect for muggles and their world, even though she isn't muggle-born and wasn't raised that way. When it comes to sports, she used to play as a Keeper in Quidditch, but got kicked off the team in her last year of Hogwarts. Melody's mom took her broom away when she found out that Melody had been sneaking out to hang out with Max in her first and second year of homeschooling. Melody loves the muggle sport, Tennis. And plays it whenever she has spare time with her muggle friend 'Autumn' who is one year younger than her and shares almost all of her interests. Melody gets angry very easily, even at people that are close to her such as family or friends. Melody is not a sensitive person, her "Auntie Annabeth's" death and her father's absence forced her to thrive for her own ( mostly ) and become tougher. Melody has always had a knack for charms and tea-leaf reading. Her favorite teacher at Hogwarts was Professor Trelawney, she was like the teachers pet in Trelawney's classes. Melody is a thoughtful person, and likes to give out gifts to her friends for no reason, or when they accomplish something they're proud of. Although she still likes receiving also. Melody is really nice, to anyone as long as they are the same to her. She can stay in a relationship for a very very long time, as long as she is in 'love'. But if Melody isn't, a relationship with her could last a very short time too, she's not afraid to share her feelings, good or bad. And Melody is not afraid to let someone go if its what she feels, or if she knows it isn't going to work out.
Sample RP:
Melody sat in the windowsill staring dreamily out the setting sun, thinking about Hogwarts. It was such a nice school, she thought. Why did I have to all of a sudden be home-schooled by my mother? Melody recalled the thoughts of all her old friends from Hogwarts as a simple tear dropped down her face and left a wet stain on her old Hogwarts robe.
Mel remembered her first day at Hogwarts, meeting her first friend Allison. She remembered her old boyfriend, Max, his amazing brown-eyed gaze and cute freckles. How he always would try to win the his quidditch games for her. She missed him. They hadn't seen each other since her last day at Hogwarts, when they had broken up. Melody decided to send him an owl, she was feeling a splotch of courage building up inside her.
"Athena, I need to send a message to Max, can you deliver it for me? Thank you so much Athena." Melody petted her pure-white owl- named after her favorite greek goddess. Melody was interested in the muggle Greek Myths. She wrote a loving note to her ex-boyfriend, then tied it to Athena's leg and opened the window for her to begin her journey into the sky. The next morning Athena was waiting next to her in her bed with a new letter tied to her leg. From Max. It was loving, like hers. Melody smiled as she read it and tried not to be too sensitive, oh how she missed him! Today was a Saturday, no school, and the day when Melody and Max usually went out for a whole day together. They would watch a Quidditch game, or visit Hogsmeade and get butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks, Melody would get to ride on his broomstick. They would go shopping, or play with Athena and Max's owl. Melody decided it was time to do that again after so long. So Melody sent the letter and waited anxiously for a letter to return. But either way, they still couldn't be together because she had moved to Beaubaton Academy. Ugh, I hate my mom for making me move! Whats the point of moving there? I was just fine at Hogwarts. Why couldn't I have stayed at Hogwarts until now, then, and just not have been homeschooled at all!? Did she not like the teachers? Or the way they teached? Did she not like the students? Melody was puzzled, and now that Max was in her head again, she was heartbroken also. They shouldn't have had to break up just because she was not going to go to Hogwarts anymore. Melody let the day pass by, without talking, she waited and waited for the letter. But it never came. And so Melody, crying and broken, let sleep take her away for the night.

COSSU!

[leightonsomerst]

theirs a little baby girl, sitting in the wings, looking through the window to her daddy's pain

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name: leighton jane willow somerst

nicknames: leighton, leigha

age: seventeen

gender: female / girl / young adult

blood: seer / nymph / veela

playby: bridget mendler, for her mature and innocent-like looks.

appearence: leighton's looks are soft, but very charismatic at the same time. her eyes are a light brown, and at times, do they appear to be a dark green shade. her body is slender, with a bit of an athletic tone. she's a matured young girl, with dirty blonde hair that is naturally wavy, and falls past her shoulder blades. her skin is a pale tone with a bit of pink and tan mixed in.

personality: leighton is a girl of many colors, some good, and some bad. but most of all, does leighton have a very unique sense about her. her general inside is made of up her being outgoing and spunky. a girl who loves to be around people and talk, she has a lot of energy and is always ready and rearing to go. she's a bit of an adventurer, with a sure-fire passion for being outside, and animals. she isn't really a quitter, and she sets high goals for herself. she's a very confident girl, for the most part.

sometimes leighton can be a bit awkward, with her speaking most of all. around people she doesn't know, it's more than likely she'll be a bit nervous, and she probably wont know what to say. she can also be a bit of a moody girl, if you catch her on an off-day, she'll most likely be snappy and kind of self-centered seeming, though for the most part she doesn't show those sides to people. you might also catch her on a depressed day, one where she is just down and not really into talking, where she might isolate herself from people and keep to herself. though it takes something as little as a smile to cheer her up.

leighton isn't afraid to stand up for herself, either. she takes it to heart when you insult her and mean it, and she shoots back something clever - that normal people wouldn't come up with. she's a quick thinker, and she's witty. it's rare that she gives up, however, she can get frustrated easily, and that's when she decides to give up, and normally, if she gives up on something, she'll sulk about it for days! her moods affect her academics, too. if she's having a bad day, it's rare that she'd be able to focus on what she's learning about or what the teacher is talking about.

she is also a very loyal and truthful girl to her friends and family. it takes a lot to get leighton upset with you, and especially if you're a friend, you'd pretty much have to tell her off to the point of no return before she decides to leave you. shes a protective person when it comes to those she cares about, and she'd take a bullet for you if she had to. she's very talkative and ready for anything when she's around her friends, because they give her spirit and hope. she doesn't always give full trust to her new-friends, you really have to pry her open before she decides to trust her. however, she's very truthful, and will tell you the truth if somethings wrong with her or you.

leighton considers herself mental at times. she has dreams of apocalypses and murders and things like that. for the most part she dreams of her mothers murder. but she keeps her dreams to herself, and is known for leaving home for the rest of the night after waking up from one of her nightmares, to prevent herself from having another one. she can be one of the most self-contious people you'll ever meet, some consider her OCD, though she isnt.

she could be considered shy, and sometimes likes to just get away from everyone and spend time alone, and think. she usually will take her guitar, though sometimes she doesnt and just goes off to think. she likes to think about her future, and sometimes even the past, considering what happened. leighton could be considered a very sensitive young girl, depending on the severity of what you're talking about. speaking about her life, her mom, or her brothers, she gets a bit defensive, and doesn't really like to talk about it.

history: leighton was born into a pretty normal family, and she knew about her powers right off the bat. her mother, gwen and father, jack, raised her to be an honest, true-to-herself girl, also raising five other kids, another girl and four boys, but leighton always held that special trait about her that gwen loved most.

leighton got along with her siblings, but her brother connor had gotten into drugs when she was about six, and started getting into trouble with the police, and eventually a few gangs outside their small, comfy town of mendon. they lived in a bit of a mannor-styled house, with six-eight bedrooms, two or three bathrooms, and leighton could consider herself a privledged young girl, having many animals on her property. but when leighton turned seven, her brother's drug dealing got worse, and some gangs from boston began to track where he was and what he was doing.

when leighton was nine, she was home alone with her mother, while her father was working and siblings were out and about. connor's depts were due and one of the many gangs after him came to the house, while leighton and her mother were sitting in the master bedrooms, reading some childrens books. leighton's mom was shot before her, and when they left, her father came home just minutes later to the unfolding scene. gwen was taking to the hospital, with leighton in tow, though she grabbed her begginer quitar. she had much hope this was just another one of her dreams.

leighton sat in the hospital wing while her dad sat inside with gwen, strumming as best she could to her guitar. she could still, now, remember what she was mentally singing. " theirs a little baby girl, sitting in the wings, looking through the window to her daddy's pain. she can't remember how it happened, but theirs nothing she can do. theirs a little baby girl, sitting in the wings, wishing her daddy didnt hurt". it was a childish tune for her to sing, but a few hours later did her father return outside, and offer the news that gwen had died.

from then on had leighton's dreams been just as bad, and just a year later did connor and one other brother of hers, kyle, get shot and killed by the same gang who'd killed there mom, neither leighton or her siblings care, considering it was connor's fault gwen was dead. however, she went living her life with the others, and when she was thirteen, her dad offered to enroll her into hogwarts, and in no time was she spending her time learning about the arts of magic. though it didnt last long, because she soon got sick of the slytherin kids taunting her, and came back home.

she was homeschooled for the rest of the time, and a year before being enrolled in beauxbatons, was the sent to a public highschool, only to be tortured by them, too. and so, her dad decided on beauxbatons, in hopes she'd find something.

sample post: The sun's light beamed through the sky-light of her room, and the girl fought with herself not to open her eyes, knowing if she did, she'd be awake. However, she could not help but open them, narrowing due to the light that didn't spare a moment. "Ugh," she murmured to herself, closing her lids and slipping onto her stomach. The clock read eight, but her mind was saying it was somewhere around noon, and she could only hope it was. Her legs swung over the side of the bed, and she lifted upwards to sit, grabbing the band-tee she had set aside, slipping it on and rubbing her cheek. "Dad?" she called, her voice groggy. With no response, she knew he was probably outside working on the garden, or maybe even taking Max and Daxton to school, but iether way, she knew she was stuck home alone, to fend for herself when it came to eating. She opened her door and stepped into the brightly lit hall, groaning and rolling her eyes. It made no sense to her - having windows in a hall way, or even the skylight.

Thump! Thump! she could hear from downstairs, and being light on her feet, she glided down them, in no time to see her younger brother Daxton wrestling his twin, Max. "Knock it off, you'll wake up the whole neighbohood," sneered Leighton, crossing her arms and watching the two males who just stared at her, moving off of one another and standing straight. They were military fanatics, and there father had trained them to be polite when being told something, even by a fellow sibling. With no words to speak, the twins hobbled off into another room, where she could clearly hear them begin to rustle around. "Don't break anything!" the girl sighed, continuing into the kitchen, where the musty smell of flowers and syrup overcame her. A small smile had made its way onto her dead-seeming face, brightening it up. The smell that had forever stained the kitchen was that of her mother, freshly baked cinnomin buns and pancakes and flapjacks.. all the favorite foods of the kids. And she could almost hear the strumming of her own guitar that she commonly played in the morning for everyone.

Her mind was playing the scene for her; and she could see through the figures. Daxton and Max sitting at the table, humming along to her music, her mother dancing while washing a new pan, Connor and Kyle leaning in the doorway. Jessica, her sister, tapping her long fingernails against the table, and her father leaning against the counter.

The wonderful memories soon vanished when the screan door creaked open, and then tapped shut, and wurling around to face her fathers dark figure, she gasped. "Sorry, dad." she muttered, smiling, and giving a nervous chuckle. The man laughed himself, giving her a nod and an 'it's ok hunny', before turning to go find her brothers. Leighton was slightly embarassed, turning back to the kitchen and picking up one of the bottles of water laying on the counter, sipping it for a moment, and then lifting onto the counter itself. Now she could hear Jessica fiddling in the mudroom, probably looking through the many piles of shoes for one to fit her normally over-priced outfits. She words 'blue' and 'turqoise' came out of the older sisters mouth, and immedietly did Leighton know which pair she was looking for. "They're in the basement, Jessi." she called, hearing a 'thanks', before the door slammed shut once more. It made Leighton feel appreciated, hearing a simple 'thank you' for her mornings efforts, though it wasnt that impressive. But since her mom died, she'd taken the roll of knowing where everything was. She had to.

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[Michelle Saladbutter]

First Name: Michelle
Last Name: Saladbutter
Age: 16
Appearance: Michelle avoids the light as much as she can because she tans very easily. So she has a very pale complexion and she likes it. She has light freckles around her nose which you can see the best during summer. Her hair colour may change whenever she feels like it, which is quite alot. Because dying it every time she feels like changing it would kill her hair, she enchants it to look different but her natural colour is ash brown. Her hair is also untameable. Usually it has large bouncy curls but when she feels down it'll hang in flat, loose waves. She likes to make random braids in her hair when she's bored so most of the time her head just looks like a random mess. Her eyes are yellow'ish close to the pupils, then become grassy green out wards and she has a dark ring on the edge of her iris. She likes to wear red coloured lip stainer which actually looks pretty natural on her since her lips are dark on their own. She isn't a chubby girl but she has an very heavy bonstructure caused by her addiction to milk. Result is that she weights alot for her her size while her fat percentage is normal. She's a meter and 56 centimeters. She is however a bit rounder than most girls her age (I'm talking about the chest and the behind incase you don't understand.) which tends to attract attention from the boys but they'll soon be repelled by her oh so lovely and chaaarming manners.

Personality: Michelle isn't really lady-like. In fact, if it wasn't for her appearance you wouldn't even realize she's a female. Yes, she likes to wear skirts and dresses and she likes bows and cute things (like zombies), but her way of life is just weird. She grew up among three older brothers and she never knew her mother so she's never had a female role model in her life. She drinks from the bottle, she scratches her butt in public, she likes to burp for the loudest and so on. She likes to stand out and she'll do whatever she can to do so. She doesn't have an inner voice. She thinks the only way to be heard is by speaking as if you were in the middle of a battlefield. She likes destroying things. At home, when there's too much garbage laying around she will crush everything so it fits in a single trash bag and she lives among four man, no mother around... Can you imagine how much trash they accumulate in 24 hours? Alot. She also likes to randomly hit anything within reach. That also means people. You're warned. It's not like she's angry or something, it's just a little shortcut in her brain caused by her father dropping her when she was little, several times that is. Just like a tick! You can see it as Tourettes thing. She just does it without thinking. Sometimes she'll scream at the top of her lungs without warning. Just for the heck of it. Whenever she feels like making noise, she'll do it. She generally hangs out with guys. Not because she can't stand other girls but because most girls can't stand her. She is obsessed with numbers. Anything that has to do with numbers makes her smile. She loooves mathematics and she'll solve math problems for fun, not because she was told to do so. She also has a very creepy obsession with pinguïns and she believes they shoot lasers from their eyes and that they'll take over the world in 2012 with the help of aliens. She is working on a plan to join the pinguïns and become their queen so when the time comes she can run off to a safe planet with them. She has several more obsessions and strange habits, but if I'd have to list them all I'd still be typing next morning and I type quite fast. Simply put, she's crazy, noisy, rude and BRUTAL! "Crush, kill, destroy,gooi!"
All of this usually repels alot of people but she is nice, she'll stick up for those who are weaker but she won't accept it when people try to push her underneath. She may seem like a troublemaker but teachers that like a little bit of brightness in the class will love her. Even tough she barks alot and she is a tiiiney bit aggressive, she's still a little sunshine (when you don't piss her off.)

History: Michelle doesn't really have an epic history. Born and raised in Canterbury, England. She grew up without her mother. No one knows where she went, what happened to her or even if she's alive. Maybe she never existed... (Oooooh. *spooky noises*) But anyway, it was just her, her father and her three older brothers. She's always been treated like her brothers, simply because her father didn't know what else to do. Naturally things got really awkward when Michelle started getting lady problems and her dad ran away for three weeks. She managed on her own tough. She took care of her brothers. (Actually all she had to do was make sure that there was food and that it wasn't burned.) Her family is pure. According to her father her mother was a witch and he's a wizard so she just accepts it. She did grow up in the muggle world tough. Her father decided he wanted to get away from the complications of being a wizard. All of her brothers did have a magical education of some sorts. She has always know she was a witch and that she could use magic but she never really cared about it. It was normal to her. Just a part of live. Fitting in with others was hard tough. One day, when she was making her way home from the McDonald's where she had picked up that night's dinner she noticed a boy being beaten up by some skinheads because apparently he was taking care of an Asian kid and they did nooot like that. So, being the idiot she is she simply ran into them and head budded on of them so hard he had an aneurysm. The others got scared and ran off like little chickens. The boy was very grateful and they became good friends. They always hung out with each other and they had alot of fun until those butt holes returned with their ringleader for revenge. Her friend told her to get away from them as fast as she could and after alot of crying and whining she decided to let him go and left Canterbury with her family. So now she lives in Calais, France. She still goes out to the beach when she can't sleep to look at England in the distance, waiting for a sign of her friend. Even tough she's often the hard boiled type, thinking of it makes her cry. Not that she'll admit it to anyone. She will never talk about him either.

Sample RP: Michelle always woke up early. 5 am. Not a second later. She didn't even need an alarm clock. It just happened. She growled as she stretched out as far as she could. Her big toe got caught in a warm, wet cave and she shuddered. "Agh! Bloody HELL!" She shot up straight and looked at boy who was laying on his side with his arm sticking trough his shirt in a funny way. He had put his hand in trough the bottom and it had snaked it's way trough the head hole. His shirt was all crumbled up because of it and you could see his little belly button. Her eyes needed some time to adjust to the darkness but she soon realized who it was. Davey, the youngest of her three brothers. She lazily shoved his face away with her other foot, setting her toe free. She scratched her belly and looked at him with a smile. "He can be so cute when he isn't nomming on my foot..." She toughed to herself. She quietly crawled out of bed to go get some breakfast downstairs. She skillfully dodged the body of another brother that had given up on getting to the bedroom because he was too drunk to do so and had decided to sleep on the staircase. "Go pick him up when you're done eating, Micha." She toughed as she rolled her eyes.

This happened all the time. It was normal. She would always wake up early. Davey would always be drooling over her or devouring a body part that didn't stick close enough to her romp. Sebastian would always be sleeping on the staircase because he had gotten too waisted the night before. And as soon as she would go trough the living room to get to the kitchen she would see Damien, her oldest brother, still awake in front of the TV, playing on his Xbox 360. And after she would have eaten her regular two bowls of Nerd O's with extra sugar, followed by the pills the Doctor made her take to suppress the voices and a liter of milk to flush them down, she would go to the WC under the staircase. Because the bathroom upstairs would almost always have her dad sleeping with his face in the toilet and she was just too lazy to go upstairs to see if that was indeed the case.

When she was done with the regular routine she crawled into the corner of the living room where she had set up her little 'PC-corner' to waste some time before she had to leave for school. Her corner featured several towers and monitors, her keyboard, her wireless mouse and lots and lots of cables to connect everything. Yes, she needed more than one tower like normal people do. That was all to hold the extra terabytes of memory and the extreme graphic cards and all the other things that had cost alot of money to make her computer vastly superior compared to regular computers. She had recently installed a speech recognition program that allowed her to voice control her PC but it's vocabulary was very basic. She had to teach it new words by making it write down stories she told it in Word. And whenever it made a mistake she'd have to say 'correct' followed by the misspelled word and then she'd have to spell the word using the NATO phonetic alphabet. Sometimes she'd spend the whole morning teaching it words as if she was teaching a child how to speak. She was starting to become attached to her PC more and more to a degree of creepiness.

Before she wanted to leave the house to go to school her father came running down the stairs. His hangover caused him to trip over his son, waking him up as well, and tumbled down the rest of the way. "Micha!" He yelled as he tried to catch some air. "T-There's a school for ye-" She cut him off. "I'm already enrolled into a school, father. There's no need to enroll me in a new one unless we're moving... We aren't moving, are we? Are we going back to Canterbury?!" Apparently her excitement had woken up her youngest brother who was now standing on at the top of the stairs, trying to figure out how his arm got entangled with his shirt. "No, no, sweethea' We ain't moving." Her father replied in a calm voice. "Oh." She said bluntly and dropped her shoulders. "Me foun' a perfect magic school for ye! It's here in France, so no need te go to travel all the way to L'nden to get on e silly train to 'ogwarts. Ye can go te Beauxbatons! 'che like dat, dear?" He sounded a bit hesitant. All of the sudden Davey came running down the stairs aswell with a hysterical expression on his face, his arm still stuck in his shirt. He jumped over his brother but missed his step and ended up flying down the last part of the stairs, landing hard on his tail bone. "Nooo! Micha has to stay with us!" He was close to crying, but Michelle didn't fall for it. He was a cute boy, he had blond, curled hair like the angels in Christian paintings. His eyes were the brightest blue and he had the cutest little nose in the world. You wouldn't say he was actually a grown man. He was eighteen years old, it was time for him to stop acting like a baby, thinking he can have whatever pleases him just by trowing a tantrum. She nodded at her father. "Thank you... I'm glad I get to be close by home. I'll come visit, Davey, don't worry. Should I tell my class I'm changing schools today?" She asked her father. "Yes, it's better to tell them so they won't think I just pulled you out of school because we're poor. Y'know they all think we are. It'll be you last chance anyway... Holidays are coming up, y'know." He scratched the back of his neck as he spoke. "Ye bette' say g'bye to all of ye classmates before ye go." Michelle smiled back at him. "Don't worry, papa, I won't have to. T's not like they could care less." With a little wave and a short "See ya later, all!" she ran trough the door, off to her last day on that cursed school.


((Hunkedurr, sorry for the wall of text. I've got 47851 characters left! :D))

Her brash personality puts her in SOURNOIS!

[marrierra]

First Name: Jeania
Last Name: Quilioa
Age: 11
Appearance:

History: Jeania Quiloa has lived a pretty normal life. Her parents have what seems like the perfect marriage, and she has always gotten whatever she wanted. Both her parents are magical and don’t have much interest in the muggle world, and because of this Jeania has had very little exposure to muggle things. From a young age Jeania has been an outgoing and charming girl. Everyone loved her and she knew how to get exactly what she wanted. If ever she didn’t get something she wanted on the first attempt she would try and try again until she accomplished her goal. Jeania’s grandmother lived alone and had a huge library in her home. Jeania would always go to visit her grandmother, and they would spend hours together in the library with Jeania’s grandmother reading to her up until Jeania could read herself. As soon as Jeania learned to read her grandmother challenged her more and more with different books. Jeania embaced the challenge always one to prove she could do anything she set her mind to, and enjoying all the knowledge she was gaining. Jeania had pretty much been raised alongside of a boy who was the son of her mother’s friend. It didn’t take long before Jeania realized she knew so much more than the boy from all the books she read and looked down upon him a little bit for it. However, they always had a strong friendship and she did not know what she would do if he did not come to school with her. As for her parents Jeania wasn't too worried about missing them when she went to school. She loved her parents and they did everything for her. However, she just didn't feel that close to her parents. They never really talked or spent time together. Both of her parents worked all the time, though Jeania had never really figured out what it was that they did. It just seemed like the only times they could find time for her was when she asked for them to bring her something or buy her something. They never had time to talk or to play. Her grandma was much more important to her than her parents. She could go insane if it weren't for her grandmother.



Personality: Jeania is a very intelligent girl, which at times gives her an air of superiority to others her age. She will frequently be very judging of people because she is a perfectionist and doesn’t see why other people aren’t like her. She is very soft spoken, and even though she has very strong opinions on things and believes herself to always be right she doesn’t see the point in wasting time arguing when there are better things to do. Her curious thirst for knowledge extends beyond books as she is always looking to experiment and experience new things. She can be very uncaring about others feelings and if it works to her advantage to hurt someone’s feelings or if it is just the truth she will just hurt their feelings.

Sample RP: Jeania bolted through the door of her home with her mother shouting after her. She had just spent most of the day visiting with her grandmother. These were always Jeania’s favorite days. She never failed to leave her grandmother’s with a new book to read, and her choice for today was especially exciting. It was a book over the basics of potions. A subject Jeania could not wait to study. It was just a few weeks before she was leaving for Beauxbatons, and she wanted to get ahead of the curve. She couldn’t have any of her classmates showing her up. That just wouldn’t do. She had to best. She had to be the smartest, because she deserved it.
Hearing her stomach grumble she called down to her mother, “Mom, will you bring me some cookies and milk please.” She never had to get up when she didn’t want to. She knew she could depend on her parents to do these kinds of things for her. That would probably be one of the few things she missed when she went to school. That and her days spent in her grandma’s library. Oh well, sacrifices had to be made. She heard the door open and her mom walked in with a plate of cookies and a short glass of milk.

"Here you are, dear," was all Jeania heard as her mother shuffled out the door and back to work. That was their quality time for the day. Maybe she would ask her mother to buy her an extra book on potions before she went away for school. She glanced over at the pile of things her mother had bought at her request recently. It was mostly books. She could still remember a time when that pile had been mostly toys. She smiled at the thought that she was growing up and that other kids her age were probably still asking for toys all the time.

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[merrick]

FIRST NAME:

Merrick

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LAST NAME:

Frost

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AGE:

seventeen years old

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APPEARANCE:

HISTORY:

Three minutes changed everything. More importantly, it changed things for the worse for Merrick Frost. He was born Merrick Raoul Frost, son and twin brother to Morrigan Frost. Things should have been perfect for the now Frost family of four, but it seemed to take a dive downward fast. Growing up was fairly normal or at least as normal as could be with a father who was too evil for his own good. The twin siblings were hardly four years old when the first signs of the green eyed monster found Merrick. For whatever ungodly reason, Merrick took notice of the way their father pushed Morrigan harder or insulted her just a bit more to keep her going and fuel off the anger. Apparently, a three minutes difference meant you didn't exist in the eyes of Lycan Frost. Merrick did everything back then to get his father's attention. He beat his sister at whatever task their father had for them, he tried to come off as more menacing. Yet everything he did seemed a failure and everything his sister did was only encouraged and spoken to. Despite their father's evil intentions, Merrick wanted nothing more than to be by his side and be the favorite child. Even as the twins aged and entered Hogwarts, his jealously only continued to grow. Even more so when Morrigan was turned, leaving him human and therefore a disgrace.

For a moment, he thought things would fall in his favor as he was sorted into Slytherin and Morrigan was placed into Hufflepuff. Fate didn't seem to work well with him. Despite the disgracing sorting into Hufflepuff, it seemed Morrigan was still held in a higher sort of light. Since they were a bit older, Lycan started again with pushing on his evil outlook, attempting to get more than just his son aboard. Merrick and Morrigan's mother had had enough. She grabbed her children in the dead of night, trying to leave from the evil hold her husband had on her and their children. Morrigan went without protest, Merrick on the other hand resisted the escape plan of their mother. It was evident in his eyes that his father's lifestyle was okay with that and he was left behind as he had wished.

Quite a few years have passed with Merrick still in the custody of his complex father. Merrick's taken pride in the few years that he's been number one, working and achieving any and everything his father has ordered. Now, he's on yet another order of plans, one causing him to reunite with his twin sister. His orders: find Morrigan and convince her that she should come back to him and his father. Seeing as he'll do anything to please his father, Merrick has packed his bags and transferred to Beauxbatons. His mind is on one thing and one thing only: Morrigan.

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PERSONALITY:

With the personality to match his last name, Merrick is cold to everyone around. It's obvious he thinks of himself as of more importance than any surrounding people. If your name isn't Lycan Frost or Merrick Frost, you have no reason to be in his presence. Merrick's infamous at doing more than merely giving the cold shoulder. He has the slightly undesirable trait of speaking his mind. To most, that wouldn't be too much of a problem but when you're Merrick Frost, everyone else should prepare for havoc. He has no remorse and has no plan whatsoever to change his ways just because he transferred to a new school. Merrick makes it hard for others to believe he's actually human which isn't a problem to him. Friends are stupid, enemies are more welcome, and love is just plain idiotic. That's all in his point of view, of course. If there's a possibility that you get a chance to see past the icy glare in his grey eyes, you might spot a spark of green. Green for jealously, that is. Merrick's been bitten by the green eyed monster years and years ago and it shows slightly when he's in the presence of endearing moments. To hide any signs of personal weakness, he uses smug remarks or some other mean to stop any and all hopeful moments and make sure it turns to despair. For Merrick, there is no room in this world for happiness.

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SAMPLE RP:

Merrick rubbed his eyes gently as he awoke in the still dark hours of the morning. This was it. It was the day. The young man sat up in his warm and inviting bed, his hair disheveled with restless sleep. Black circles colored the skin just under his eyes revealing how little sleep he got lately. It didn't matter though. It was the day. More importantly, it was his day to shine. His father was sending him out on a mission today. A mission that would take time and patience and though under normal circumstances he didn't carry those traits, for this mission he did. Merrick clenched his jaw slightly as he reached over next to him, his hand grasping the thin wood of his wand, flicking his wrist to organize everything. In a matter of seconds, he had everything packed and put away for his journey. It would be a long morning especially since he had woken up so early. He resisted the urge to yawn, getting up from his bed to dress for the ride. He tilted his head from one side to the other, breathing normally as he once again ran through the years of training his father had put him through. He had to be persuasive and deadly and take no for an answer.

The only son of Lycan Frost exhaled the air he had been holding, once again flicking his wand so that his pajamas shifted into a black wizarding robes. Just as he was about to leave, a gentle pecking noise sounded against his door. Slightly curious, Merrick stepped over to his door, opening it with a raised brow. A dark grey owl swooped into his room, dropping a letter onto his dresser before flying right back out. It only took one glance at it to know who it was from. His father. If he had a heart, Merrick knew he would be highly disappointed that his father sent him a letter rather than telling him goodbye. Luckily though, his father had taught him better than that. Emotions were for the weak but even the time old saying didn't stop something in the back of his mind to feel let down. Without so much as reading the note, he grabbed the letter and stuffed it into his trunk. He couldn't waste his time with letters and the so called advice he was sure his father had attempted to give him. There was no need for advice at this point, he knew why he was going to France. Instantly, the image of his twin flickered through his head. Morrigan. He would bring her back and she would become like him...even if it was the last thing he did.

With jaw clenched and mind set, Merrick finally left the Frost Manor, climbing into the car that would transport him to the train station. It would be a long ride but he could deal with it. Sitting down in the black leather seats, Merrick closed his eyes, closing off everything around him and focusing on the mission at hand. It would definitely be an interesting school year.

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No doubt he's SOURNOIS!!

[tinley labonte]

First Name: Tinley

Last Name: Labonte

Age: 16

Appearance: At first glance Tinley might look like she’s just another girl that walks the halls, but she has something about her.

Maybe it’s her smile; people do comment on it a lot. Or maybe it’s the freckles that dust her cheeks and face, despite what others say Tinley feels that this is what sets her apart from others and she loves each and every dot that is seen. However, what Tinley knows that people notice first is her unique eye color which change from blue to green to hazel with each blink of an eye.

Her hair is mostly red, but seems a deep brown sometimes, she likes to think that it changes with her mood (well, more like pretends) and it hits her shoulder blades as it alternates between waves and straightness. She isn’t very tall but wishes she was and curses her genes that she isn’t.

History:Being muggles, wealthy and respected muggles that is, things like having a witch in the family was just not acceptable, it was strange and the Labonte family was anything but that. So when they learned that the town that they had always known to be quite normal revealed to be crawling with witches and wizards they had to leave, they knew that kind and they did not want to associate with it. As far as Lorent Labonte was concerned, they would not allow their youngest child to be born in such a place. It might rub off on her. So as his wife, Mila suggested, they left.

It’s not as if the town held any real importance to them as none of their previous children or family had been born there, or even lived there. So after leaving they headed back to their native land, London where they had their last child a daughter they name Tinley.

Tinley had been Lorent’s great grandfather’s name and since Lorent had always idolized his great grandfather they thought this would be a perfect name for the daughter that they both idolized together. What they didn’t know though, was that magic ran in their family, but it had been kept a secret since the last few generations had been ending in nothing but squibs and the last person to show any magic was the grandfather previously mentioned and he had died years before. So you can imagine it coming as a surprise when one day their newborn daughter had somehow transported herself from her crib to the seat directly next to her mother or another day on Tinley's first birthday when Tinley appeared to have taken all the gifts from the attic (that had only a ladder entrance) and set them in her room. But how? She was only a baby after all...

At first they shrugged off every incident blaming it on their advanced aging. They were of course not as young as they used to be and the baby seemed to have started taking its toll on them. As the years went by they stopped shrugging the incidents off as they began to occur more and more often and soon realized that their “fears” had come true: Tinley was a witch. There wasn’t a single thing that they could do, and despite everything that they tried they eventually gave in and although reluctantly, they learned to live with it.

Well, Tinley’s father did, but her mother soon couldn’t stand it, she had grown up in a normal household and so had her older kids, and for many odd reasons she couldn’t learn to accept it and soon her love for her daughter extinguished and while she wasn’t cold to Tinley, she wasn’t as caring to her. So this is how Tinley grew up. Her father adored her regardless and doted on her at all times while she was resented by everyone else that shared her family. Being much younger than all of her siblings, she didn’t have to worry about them as they never came to visit.

While all this might have seemed a bit sad to those on the outside, Tinley couldn’t complain, and she sure wasn’t sad. She could be herself, magic and all and still have at least one parent to love her. Besides her mother was never around her much so it was like growing up with even having a mother at all. And after she started to attend Beauxbatons she could easily act as if her father was all she had. This was fine with Tinley.

Personality: A way to describe Tinley would be free-spirited. She isn’t exactly outgoing, but she defiantly isn’t shy. Her father always told her that just being you is the best way to be, and so she is. She isn’t one to not tell the truth and she will be a bluntly honest as she can be. This might be more a fault than a perk depending on how people take it. Tinley is known for her smile, and it’s the thing that draws people to her, it’s almost infectious as are her eyes which is just about the only thing that she gets from her mother and both of these combined are what add to her warm personality. She is very timid around people at first, only speaking to them when she knows that their ok, on the outside and the inside. However, just because of this she keeps herself surrounded by only the people who make her happiest and never has any trouble in opening up. Tinley has always protected her heart, in fear of getting it broken as she has seen happen many times before to those around her. You could say that she is waiting for her prince charming, only he doesn’t have to be as cheesy. Despite all of this, Tinley is afraid to be brutal; you hurt her she’ll probably hit you back with her words twice as hard. Or at least attempt to. Some words to describe Tinley all in all would be:

Smart: She knows what’s she is doing and sticks to her ideas. Most of the time they turn out okay, but people can always win.

Honest: She doesn’t sugar coat anything, unless she really likes someone, and even then she’ll only sprinkle it a bit. So if you aren’t prepared for an honest answer, don’t ask questions that call for them.

Protective: Over herself, her friends, her father, and most importantly her heart. Tinley hasn’t had the chance to allow people to walk all over her world and she intends to never let it happen.

Bubbly: When she is around her friends and her father she is talkative and outgoing and possibly even charming. She puts her heart on her sleeve then and only then.

Trustworthy: Tinley is good a keeping secrets, so she can earn the trust of a lot of people. Her grandmother, a true gossip sees this as more a flaw than a good thing, not that it really matters to Tinley.


Sample RP:

Tinley was so excited. She couldn’t even explain it. Her father, Lorent, was even more excited than she had been. Tinley had been accepted to Beauxbatons.

Tinley’s mother on the other hand, had not been as happy; not that she even cared what happened to her daughter. As for Tinley’s other family members they didn’t care much either, her grandmother had barely managed an interested look before simply brushing it off. But Tinley didn’t care what they thought or didn’t think. All she cared about was the fact that she was finally going to able to get on with her life and learn all about the life she had longed for.

Of course however, Tinley was just a nervous as ever and her stomach did somersaults every time she thought of her departure date that loomed closer with each passing day. She was to leave in exactly four days and she doubted she’d get any sleep with everything that was starting to go through her mind. She had just spent the enter day packing and repacking her things in preparation. Just as she had put the last of her books back inside her trunk, her father entered with a small rap on her door.

“I have something for you.” He said sitting down on her bed. “It’s not much, but I know that you’ll like it.”

Tinley sat next to him and watched as he pulled a small package out of his pocket and laid it in her hand. Smiling a little, Tinley tore the paper off and opened up the little box gasping as she pulled out a small golden necklace. Dangling it in front her, she took in the sight. It had her name on it and on the back it said a few words the she couldn’t read only because the seemed to in another language.

“Thank you dad!” she gushed, “It belonged to your grandmother, your great-grandfather had given it to her when she was your age and I thought that this was perfect time for you to have it.” He replied and looped it around her neck and clasped it shut. “It’s from your mother too you know…” he added. “Thank you. It means a lot dad.” She managed a small smile and chose to ignore the additional comment.

“She’s happy deep down inside Tinley. You know this is hard for her.” He frowned seeing his daughter’s look. “Right. It’s always been so hard for her.” Tinley closed the box and stuffed it into the side of her purse.

She could hear a slight sigh from her father and felt him pass by her. He laid a hand on her head and soon disappeared from the room, snapping the door shut behind him a look of love etched onto his face.

Tinley walked over to her mirror and positioned it at a better angle on her neck. Touching it, she smiled. Despite how she knew her mother felt, she liked that idea that it could be a gift from her too. It brought her a comfort that she never felt before. Never knew existed.

Tinley kept her smile on her face; her departure would be happy one, no matter what. It would be something that she would continue to be excited for and with that thought she continued to pack her things.

After a while, Tinley found herself flipping through some of her books. She’d only bought a few, not exactly knowing what books she would need for classes. Plus, she didn’t even know what classes she would be taking. She leaned back against her pillows, her mind encased in the words that her eyes were seeing. She had opened a window to let some air in which was crisp and cool from the blistering cold season, but the more she read the less she felt the cold.

Tinley was immersed in every book, even the more boring ones and she couldn’t stop herself from absorbing every little bit that she read. Soon though, sleep began to overtake her and she felt her eyelids droop. Before she could fully fall asleep she felt a presence next to her but couldn’t will herself to open her eyes. She caught a faint sniff of orchids and roses and could feel a brush on her forehead before finally falling asleep. Mira looked at her sleeping daughter and let her hand run over her face again. She was sad, but happy too. Her daughter was moving on and discovering herself just as Mila had always wanted.

It just wasn’t that way she wanted, and her life had turned out so much different than what she would have ever thought. She couldn’t accept her daughter as she was, it wasn’t natural to Mila. That was what made her so sad, to know that she couldn’t accept her as she was, it truly upset her.

Silently she removed the books from her bed and hands and covered her up. Mila smiled happily to herself and leaned down to kiss the top of Tinley’s head. She lingered there for a moment before straightening up and walking toward the door. She turned once and barely before smiling again. “Goodnight my darling girl.” She said closing the door with the same look of love and devotion as her husband had had hours before.

ROUERIE!

[The Sorting Cloak]

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