Sorting (Term Eighteen)

[jenniferbocox]

First Name: Corina

Last Name: White

Age: 15

Appearance :http://cf2.polyvoreimg.com/thing.25348952.l.jpg

History: Born Corina Guinevere White on July 19, 1995, to parents Ana-Lisa and William White in London, England. Born into a Pure-blooded, well-heeled family, young Rina blossomed. Of Course not in the most average way, she never knew either of her parents. Both of them died before she could sit on her own. Her and her older brother, Cyprus White, spent the first five years with her grandmother. After she passed on they were moved to their Aunt and Uncle, Violetta and Daniel Knight, And their children, Holly, Erick, Connor, and Matthew. She was always the last priority. She fended for herself, and that made her what she is today.

Personality: Corina is a warrior. And she has a personality of one, which is stubborn, loyal, and impulsive. She can be sweet, and is, usually. But you don't want her to get angry.

Sample RP: Corina tossed and turned in bed, her covers whipping back in forth with her each new position. her long hair, usually sleek, was now a cluster of tangles. It was going to take a while to comb it out in the morning. Finally, she gave up her struggle to fall asleep and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. It should have been easy to fall asleep. The night was pleasantly cool, it was still and quiet. Except for the cars and trucks and people outside... but you got used to that when you grew up in Manhattan.

Something kept her awake. A sort of force, a tugging at her chest. Urging her to get up, and take action. She got this feeling a lot, but this time, it was pulling her. Usually, it just made her angry and react on her instincts alone.

Finally succumbing to the feeling she slipped out of bed, brushed her hair, and put on something suitable for the chilly air outside, but still pretty enough so she wouldn't be embarrassed in it.

Rina lived on the outskirts of New York City. sure, it was noisy, and people were still up at all hours of the night, but surprisingly, if she walked for twenty minutes, she'd come to the country. She knew she would miss it when she moved, And she didn't care.

She walked, in the direction of a field with a small bubbling brook. it would take three hours to walk there. And she did, feeling very foolish as she did so. Her Aunt would ground her for life when she came back.

When she got there, she sighed loudly and sat, cross legged, waiting for something... she didn't know what.

Please develop your personality section and afterwards I'll sort you.

[kyralynn4]

First Name:Ayaline
Last Name:Sklar - Folac
Age:18
Appearance:

Ayalina has natural sandy blonde hair but she dyes it often. She has one tattoo of an owl on her left shoulder that's all black and she has brown eyes but has terrible eyesight. Sometimes she wears glasses but most of the time she has contacts.


History:
Ayalina was born in Russia with her mother Rodkza more north in the colder areas. Rodkza was left when she found out she was pregnant and was forced to raise Ayalina on her own. Rodkza gave birth to Ayalina on November 11th, 1992. March 9th, 1993, Rodkza died of lung cancer and Ayaline was taken to an orphanage after it was made clear that she had no living relatives. Ayaline lived in a fairly nice orphanage that was in better condition than the home she lived in for that short year with her mother. The food was alright and the orphanage mother was kind to all the children. Ayalina was 5 when she was finally adopted from a middle aged man named Folac Dejour from some part of France Ayalina had never heard of. Folac took one look at Ayalina from the pictures online and felt something in his heart for the small girl. He took her in and Ayalina eventually learned French and had a funny accent in school that she would get teased for, but she didn't mind. Ayalina became very social and made a lot of friends in her school and she developed a close relationship with her adoptive father.

One day when Ayalina turned eleven, she received a letter she didn't quite understand. It talked of a school for magic and wonder and at first, Ayalina thought it was a prank from one of her friends. Her father Folac took her aside and talked to her about who he was and what he did. He worked for a ministry of magic and showed Aya things she thought were only possible in fairy tales. He told her that ever since he heard the stories from the orphanage mother of strange mishaps that happened to Aya at the orphanage, involving flying fish and turning all of her friend's toys green, he knew that not only did he pick an adorable daughter, he found a brilliant witch in the making.

(wow sorry that was quite the run-on sentence)

Aya went to Beauxbatons academy of magic when she was young and still attends today. This will be her last year of education at the academy.


Personality:
Aya is a very feisty girl with an attitude that bites anyone who mouths off to her. She's very two-sided, with the feisty side on one half when she's in a bad mood, and the other being very understanding. Aya has grown up with animals with Folac in their manor (yes, Folac was pretty dern wealthy) and they owned 2 dogs, an aquarium full of exotic fish and other sea-life, and three cats that Aya had claimed as her own favorites. Aya loves art and drawing is one of her more secret hobbies, but something she is really passionate about it plants. She's loved flowers and trees and almost anything green and growing since she was a child and looks to hopefully someday become a professor in herbology.

When it comes to friends, as mentioned before, Aya is very social and will bond with anyone whether they are male, female, or random mythical beast. She's had a few boyfriends growing up and a lot of boys have talked about her before, whether they snagged a glance at Aya or were just curious from rumors.

All in all Ayalina is caring, understanding, feisty, social, humorous, secretive, and an all out green thumb.

Sample RP: (this is from a character I used to play on here)

Surrie awakened from her long sleep (and probably long sleep talk considering her sore throat) feeling like crap. She had a stuffy nose and a nasty cold coming on. She had to swallow about a gallon of Nyquil before she finally passed out on the floor next to her bed. Yay back problems. Surrie's day was pretty much decided the night before: Library it is.

Surrie was aching for a good read and a few weeks ago her friend Kabes had suggested a good hefty novel...the title she couldn't remember to save her life. Her hair was poking out in every direction possible, so she threw it up in a pony and blindly picked out a random outfit. She brushed her teeth (barely) and picked up a muffin, half chewing half choking on the way out of her OCD-clean dorm room.

Walking into the library is always a different feeling than being in the rest of the school. It's organized, filled with aging and brand new authors and their literature, and the amazing architecture put into that place. It was like being in a palace, although it's not like BB was a far cry from palace.

Surrie searched for the book with the unknown name. It's a lot harder then you think it would be. Surrie's eyes rested on a girl curled up with a few books piled onto her lap. She looked at the books and laughed inwardly. Of course the one she was looking for would be in her lap. BEcause that's how her luck worked right? Right. What luck.

"Hey. Um...excuse me I hate to interrupt you but, you wouldn't happen to have Coeur déchiré, would you?"

Of course Surrie saw she had it but she wasn't just going to take it from her. She hated awkward interaction like this, it would only make sense that life would put her in a desperate situation to have to talk to a complete stranger.
"Oh, yes, of course! It's right here..."
She pulled it out and handed it over. Just like that? Really? Huh. Surrie took it and smiled, wondering if she should just walk away or if she should stay and discuss the book. It's a really lovely book... one of my favourites. Have you read it before? Oh, pardon my terrible rudeness! My name is Evelyn Laurént, but please call me Evie. It's very nice to meet you!" Surrie smiled, and shook her head.

"I haven't gotten the chance to, no. But I'm excited to dig into it, I have a cold and I really could care less about studying or people today. Not that metting you isn't a pleasure or anything!!" Surrie kicked herself for sounding so rude. Darn her antisocial tendencies. "It's nice, to meet you Evie, that's a beautiful name. My name is Surrie. I'm in Rouerie...not like it matters or anything just thought I'd let you know...haha. So...you've read this before? Surrie gestured to the blue book in her hand and scratched her head nervously.

Cossu!

[emoballerina]

First Name: Coralie
Last Name: Moreau
Age: 15
Appearance:

Coralie is the spitting image of her mother. She has large, dark, almost black eyes. She has dark brown wavy hair up to her shoulders which she usually wears up. The only thing different from her mother is her fair complexion and freckles which she inherited from her unnamed father. She also has a tiny black star tattooed on her hip.

History: Coralie was born in an village called Rochemare in southern France on September 15th, 1992. Her mother’s name was Kiki Moreau, a pure-blood of Moroccan origin. At 19, Kiki had a one night stand with a wealthy French muggle, and she got pregnant. She, being raised in a pure-blood fanatic family, knew that if her parents found out, they would disown her. She had had a miserable childhood, and she didn’t want her half-muggle child, she would be treated like dirt by her family. She also knew of Coralie’s father’s reputation and didn’t want him to be part of her life. So she decided to raise Coralie on her own. She wanted a fresh start, away from her disapproving family, and so ran away to Rochemare.

She soon befriended an elderly witch who lived next door to her. She was an opera singer by the name of Alana Posey. She quickly noticed Kiki was musically gifted and helped her get a job as a pianist at a muggle ballet studio. She helped Kiki a lot with Coralie and became her godmother. Kiki had a relatively safe and sheltered childhood. Kiki and Coralie may not have had much money, but they got by and they had each other. Unfortunately their life together was abruptly cut short when her mother became seriously ill. Before she died she gave Coralie a music box that she had gotten from her mother and some sheet music she had composed. She made Coralie promise that she would learn to play the song on the piano one day.

After her mother died of illness when Coralie was only 5, she was taken in by her godmother, a close friend of her mothers. She taught Coralie how to sing and play the piano, noticing the young girl’s talent , like she had noticed her mother’s. She also enrolled Coralie in ballet lessons, but she was not good at it. They continued living their quiet life and when she was 11, a letter arrived telling her she was accepted to the Beauxbaton Academy. She still attends today.

Personality: Coralie is described by her friends as caring, sweet and innocent. She is naïve and inexperienced, but she wants to learn more and more about the world around her. She’s silly, but not stupid. She is also very responsible and dependable. If you confide in her, she won’t tell a soul. She carries the weight of everyone around her and tries to help them in any way she can. Coralie can also be very shy and gives up easily. She is also very messy, forgetful and clumsy, which was largely the reason she never did well in ballet.

As I mentioned earlier, Coralie is a very talented singer and pianist. She composes her own music, which is to her like a diary in musical notes. She rarely lets other people than her godmother and closest friends hear her music, because it’s so personal to her. If she lets you hear her music, that means you are VERY special to her.

Sample RP:

Fingers glide gracefully over the ivory keys. Tears threaten to fall.

Coralie walks over to the black, baby grand, and brushes her fingers over the smooth surface. Memories come back to her as she sniffs the air. She remembers sitting next to Alana, her godmother, at the age of 6. She watched, amazed, as Alana's trained fingers flowed over the ivory keys, producing melodies she had never heard before. She remembers Alana's beautiful, strong and trained voice singing little songs about raindrops, unicorns and famous sorcerers. She remembered how, when she learned the words, she sang along. She remembered the carefully worded critisizm and the hands always guiding her playing. The breath on the back of her neck. The apprentice and the master.

She lifts the cover up and feels the keys. Black, white, black, white. Muggle genius. Coralie took a deep breath and started playing a song she knew so well. A song that always brought tears to her eyes. Comptine d'un Autre Ete, A Rhyme of Another Summer in E minor.

One day, every year, is dedicated to this song and the memory it holds. The promise. That day she opens her music box, safely tucked away, so that no harm would come to it. It's goblin-made. As tiny wooden chest opens up, a petite crystal ballerina pops up and spins in circles in front of the mirror. This box is Coralie's treasure.

This box is her treasure, as well as the song and the promise. She has never told anyone, except Alana, and she's not sure if she ever will. She has never felt love, but when she does, she'll tell the world. Until then, this story will stay in her mind and in her magical music.

Fingers glide gracefully over the ivory keys. A tear falls.


please make your RP Sample 3 paragraphs long.

[rosaliexo]

First Name: Rosalie
Last Name: LaFont
Age: sixteen
Appearance:
Rosalie has naturally dirty blonde hair, sea blue eyes. Slender, willow and standing at 5"8 tall, Rosalie is of model potential. Having bad eyesight, Rosalie wears contacts.
History:
Personality:
Sample RP:

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[adelaide]

First Name: Adelaide
Last Name: Bellamont
Age:15
Appearance:

History: Adelaide Ambrosine Bellamont was born May 15, 1995.She is a half-blood with a Muggleborn father and a pure-blood mother. Her father was English and named William Anderson. Her mother was the Heiress to the Bellamont family who had been pure for generations. Her mother and father fell deeply in love and were to marry until William introduced Adelaide's mother, Cosette, to his parents. When she found out that he was a Muggleborn she broke off the engagement and declared that she would never marry a Mudblood no matter how much she loved him. A month after she realized she was pregnant and married Adelaide's beloved step-father, Erik. Soon after, Adelaide was born. She lived a charmed life thinking she was a pureblood and looked down on people until her real father came to claim her. This hasn't stopped her from being arrogant and such. She shunned her father, though he tries to win her approval. She loves her parents very much and typically sought after by suitors from other pureblood families.

Personality: Adelaide can be arrogant and stuck up but it folds in on itself when she is around her grandmother who she calls Grandmère. Her grandmother is very demanding and is disdainful of Adelaide because she has 'Mudblood' in her. Adelaide is graceful and loves to play the piano. Her fingers are long but she tends to miss the notes if she isn't absolutely concentrated. When she is with her close friends she can be goofy and she absolutely loves life. She takes ballet and is very flexible. When hit on she takes on a sneer and dismisses those who she doesn't think worthy so she has gained the nickname 'Two-Face'. She isn't stupid but she can be quite forgetful in the heat of things. Adelaide easily loses her temper and she can be quite sarcastic when someone gets on her nerves. She hates being told what to do by elderly authority figures because it reminds her of her grandmother. When she becomes friends with someone, she doesn't use them. She adores them. However, people can't see past her pureblood exterior and don't try to get to know her.

Sample RP:

Adelaide stared in the vanity as she brushed her long dark hair. She may not have the coveted blonde hair of her mother and grandmother but she knew she was still beautiful in her own right. Her powder blue robes hung around her beautifully she noticed.
She sighed at her reflection in annoyance. She had gone through all this trouble to dress up but her best friend was even going to come today. She was in Diagon Alley, getting ready for another year at that wizarding school in England. Pigfarts, she thought it was called.
Adelaide let out an unladylike snort and she covered her mouth, abruptly and glanced around the room to make sure her mother wasn't hiding in her closet. She wouldn't put it past the eccentric pureblood woman.
"Mademoiselle Adelaide..."
The voice pulled Adelaide out of her admiration for herself and she turned a sharp and calculating gaze on the woman in the doorway. The woman cringed at her glare but didn't back down. Adelaide smiled at the maid's daring and stood up, her white teeth glistening.
"Yes, Apolline?" Adelaide said silkily.
"Lady Bellamont requests your presence, Mademoiselle Adelaide" Apolline answered with her head held high. Adelaide hissed under her breath. Her grandmother was here, with another suitor, no doubt.
"I will be down in a minute. Relay the message" was Adelaide's simple answer. Apolline nodded before exiting, her white robes going along with her.
Adelaide quickly pulled her hair up in an elegant knot before standing up tall and lifting her nose, trying to look her proudest. But she couldn't. Not when she knew her grandmother was downstairs.
She could smell weakness.


Please expand your personality and make your RP sample 3 paragraphs long.

[emoballerina]

First Name: Coralie
Last Name: Moreau
Age: 15
Appearance:

Coralie is the spitting image of her mother. She has large, dark, almost black eyes. She has dark brown wavy hair up to her shoulders which she usually wears up. The only thing different from her mother is her fair complexion and freckles which she inherited from her unnamed father. She also has a tiny black star tattooed on her hip.

History: Coralie was born in an village called Rochemare in southern France on September 15th, 1992. Her mother’s name was Kiki Moreau, a pure-blood of Moroccan origin. At 19, Kiki had a one night stand with a wealthy French muggle, and she got pregnant. She, being raised in a pure-blood fanatic family, knew that if her parents found out, they would disown her. She had had a miserable childhood, and she didn’t want her half-muggle child, she would be treated like dirt by her family. She also knew of Coralie’s father’s reputation and didn’t want him to be part of her life. So she decided to raise Coralie on her own. She wanted a fresh start, away from her disapproving family, and so ran away to Rochemare.

She soon befriended an elderly witch who lived next door to her. She was an opera singer by the name of Alana Posey. She quickly noticed Kiki was musically gifted and helped her get a job as a pianist at a muggle ballet studio. She helped Kiki a lot with Coralie and became her godmother. Kiki had a relatively safe and sheltered childhood. Kiki and Coralie may not have had much money, but they got by and they had each other. Unfortunately their life together was abruptly cut short when her mother became seriously ill. Before she died she gave Coralie a music box that she had gotten from her mother and some sheet music she had composed. She made Coralie promise that she would learn to play the song on the piano one day.

After her mother died of illness when Coralie was only 5, she was taken in by her godmother, a close friend of her mothers. She taught Coralie how to sing and play the piano, noticing the young girl’s talent , like she had noticed her mother’s. She also enrolled Coralie in ballet lessons, but she was not good at it. They continued living their quiet life and when she was 11, a letter arrived telling her she was accepted to the Beauxbaton Academy. She still attends today.

Personality: Coralie is described by her friends as caring, sweet and innocent. She is naïve and inexperienced, but she wants to learn more and more about the world around her. She’s silly, but not stupid. She is also very responsible and dependable. If you confide in her, she won’t tell a soul. She carries the weight of everyone around her and tries to help them in any way she can. Coralie can also be very shy and gives up easily. She is also very messy, forgetful and clumsy, which was largely the reason she never did well in ballet.

As I mentioned earlier, Coralie is a very talented singer and pianist. She composes her own music, which is to her like a diary in musical notes. She rarely lets other people than her godmother and closest friends hear her music, because it’s so personal to her. If she lets you hear her music, that means you are VERY special to her.

Sample RP:

Fingers glide gracefully over the ivory keys. Tears threaten to fall.

Coralie walks over to the black, baby grand, and brushes her fingers over the smooth surface. Memories come back to her as she sniffs the air. She remembers sitting next to Alana, her godmother, at the age of 6. She watched, amazed, as Alana's trained fingers flowed over the ivory keys, producing melodies she had never heard before. She remembers Alana's beautiful, strong and trained voice singing little songs about raindrops, unicorns and famous sorcerers. She remembered how, when she learned the words, she sang along. She remembered the carefully worded critisizm and the hands always guiding her playing. The breath on the back of her neck. The apprentice and the master.

She lifts the cover up and feels the keys. Black, white, black, white. Muggle genius. Coralie took a deep breath and started playing a song she knew so well. A song that always brought tears to her eyes. Comptine d'un Autre Ete, A Rhyme of Another Summer in E minor.

One day, every year, is dedicated to this song and the memory it holds. The promise. That day she opens her music box, safely tucked away, so that no harm would come to it. It's goblin-made. As tiny wooden chest opens up, a petite crystal ballerina pops up and spins in circles in front of the mirror. This box is Coralie's treasure.

This box is her treasure, as well as the song and the promise. She has never told anyone, except Alana, and she's not sure if she ever will. She has never felt love, but when she does, she'll tell the world. Until then, this story will stay in her mind and in her magical music.

Fingers glide gracefully over the ivory keys. A tear falls.

Cossu for you!

[alainna]

First Name: Adéle
Last Name: Crush
Age: 15
Appearance:

History:
Adèle was born in paris, france by her parents who moved to france a year before she was born. Her parents came from italy and sometimes adèle wishes she could move there, but she loves france too much.

Adèle lived in paris near the river so she was exposed to all of the fishing that was near there. She always hated how people killed fish, and soon realized that people were killing animals all over the world. When she was 5, she decided that she would try and make the world a better place.

Adèle found out that she was a witch when she received her letter from beauxbatons. She was ecstatic and hoped to use that magic for good use to save the animals.

Personality:
She loves animals and is very sad when they are dead and is also a vegetarian. Secretly she sometimes craves hamburger. She is a pretty sneaky girl and can find herself out of sticky situations. She always does what she can for people, even if it is out of her way or even harmful, she would do anything to make sure that her friends and family are safe, even if it meant diving into an inferno. She would die for them.


Sample RP:
Adéle walked into the living room and looked at her parents who were busy cooking breakfast. she knew that something was going on because they were making eggs, bacon, hash browns, and fresh squeezed orange juice. The only time's they made a breakfast this big, something was going on. either her Papa had got another promotion, or they were trying to suck up to her and her brother because something bad was going on. "good morning" she said suspiciously. her mother looked at her and grinned. "Well good morning my precious girl!" she said, coming over to me and giving me a big hug.

After Adéle's mother gave her a whole bunch of kisses on the cheek, she went to sit down at my usual seat at the table. "Oh no my dear! you get to sit at the head of the table today!" her mother told me, scooting her over to the front of the table where her papa usually sits. Now she knew that something was going on, but before she could ask, her maman put down a big plate of all the breakfast food she was making. "eat up sweetheart! we have a big day today!" she told me as Adéle lifted her fork, wondering if she could even finish my plate. "what's going on today?" she asked, taking a bite of my eggs.

Adéle's mother and father looked at each other with a grin, then handed her a letter. she opened the letter:
Dear Miss Crush,
We are please to inform you that you have been excepted at Beauxbatons.

Adéle jumped out of her chair when she read this, ecstatic. "I got into Beauxbatons!" she exclaimed and my parents came to give her a hug. "eat up dear, we're headed to Diagon Alley!" her father said. She couldn't be more happy.

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Please expand your personality, i.e. what she likes doing, does she enjoy reading, painting...

[sarahsixx]

First Name: Hélèna
Last Name: Baudet
Age: 15
Appearance: [img=
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History: Hélèna was born to French Aristocratic parents, Marie and François de Besiade d'Avaray. Hélèna was privately schooled from infancy and excelled in dance and drama. He family is one of the oldest in France and the pure lineages has been something of envy between friends and other family since. She has shown excellence in Potion Making and Domestic chores.
Personality: Hélèna is shy, but fiercely loyal to her friends. At home, she has two pet doves who live in a massive glasshouse at the bottom of her garden. Hélèna is a bookworm, and loves reading, her other passion is dancing, and she will never give it up for anything. She holds her heritage in the highest of regards and is fiercely proud of her Pure blood lineage. She is a Daddy's girl, but loves her mother dearly.
Sample RP:

Hélèna stood against the South facing wall of her Glasshouse, where she kept her two snow white Doves, Velvet and Monique. She whistled a high, clear sound and both Doves flew down and perched on her outstretched hand. Se sang gently to them while feeding them pieces of fruit. A sudden noise startled them, and Hélèna's peace was broken, the Doves flew back up to their perch in the roof, and Hélèna saw the leaves of the Willow's outside woosh and sweep the floor.

She walked outside, careful to keep her dainty ice blue slippers clean, and skirted around the side of a summerhouse close by. She was sure she had seen someone rush past it.
Hélèna was extremely light on her feet, and tripped and danced over the stones marking the path as lightly as a butterfly on a breeze. She snuck around the summerhouse but there was no-one there.

Suddenly, she was overcome with sadness, and she sank to the ground, not caring about her dress being marked with grass stains.
She hugged her knees and stared at the Weeping Willow trees all over the grounds...

"What is this feeling?" She thought...
She had everything she could hope for. Money, clothes, her dancing, friends..
Well, a few friends...1 or 2...

"When I go to Beauxbatons, I will lose contact with them...and my Doves...what will happen to my Doves?"

This feeling? Was worry, despair, sorrow.
She was scared. She had never been away from her parents more than few days...

Please expand both your personality and your history section.

[jae syun jun]

First Name: Lance, but call me Beau.

Last Name: Beaufort

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:


History: Beau, as he prefers to be acknowledged as, was born and raised in a lovely little village called Gargilesse. His parents are both artists, whom are very talented, and, excuse the lack of modesty, very wealthy. He had two mothers, and no father to speak of. As luck would have it, neither of these women had an easy time conceiving a child, but they succeeded with much effort and help of the best doctors in France. There have been ridiculous rumors throughout the village (and surrounding areas) that Lance was a genetically modified baby. He is a baby made from well-paid for sperm, however, but his mothers will not let Lance know who his father is. He's certain he's someone famous.

Growing up with two women, two mothers, Beau couldn't be happier. His mothers spoiled him, as they put a lot of work into creating this wonderful baby, and they let him know that he was very much needed and loved. He was a bit lonely throughout his life, but coming to Beauxbatons is definitely going to change that. His mothers are outdoor-women and spent a lot of time taking their boy hiking and out for picnics. Then accidents starting happening.

Absurd things happened to him as his magic started presenting itself. He could be painting, and paints would explode, or his brush would rush out of his hands in a frenzy and paint something beautiful on the canvas. These images were usually something on Beau's mind. This is something he never told his mothers, or anyone. They'd think he was mad, for one, as neither of these women are witches. He also thought it would be appropriate for him to take all the credit for these accidental creations. His other paints weren't that good anyway.

Personality:
Beau is a pretty outgoing kid. He's not shy at all, unless the woman he's talking to happens to take his breath away. He likes to chat. He just doesn't go out of his way to go out and talk to people. He'd much rather read a book or explore his vast back yard, and the many things his quaint village has to offer. He's a huge romantic. He's got a huge respect for women, as he was raised by them. He's usually happy and content, but he's pretty naive, and can get really stubborn when something bugs him. It takes a lot of work to change this man's point of view.

He learned to speak perhaps a few months earlier than most kids his age would. His mouth would run, and wouldn't stop until someone asked him politely not to. Even to this day, he would talk and talk. It was hard to have an awkward quiet moment with Beau around. He usually took care of it. It must annoy many people, but of course, Beau doesn't notice. He can be pretty ignorant. Ignorance is bliss, right?

Beau is a huge romantic. He has high hopes for love, and is always on a lookout for it. He's been 'in love' a few times already, all three of these girls being muggles. He likes cute, pretty girls with pretty eyes and pretty smiles. He doesn't care for 'sexy'. Those kind of girls didn't impress him too much. This man is the kind who would bring flowers to his Valentine on Valentine's Day. He'd sing a song that fit their relationship (he has a wonderful voice), and if he sees a sad girl, he'll do whatever he could to cheer them up. One could say he has a preference for the company of females over his own sex. It was all to easy to develop a crush on Beau. He couldn't help it. It's who he is.

Smart as he is, Beau is more than happy to learn more - much more. He reads whatever is there to read, fiction or not, articles and blogs. He preferred to learn things by word of mouth. Above all else, however, he liked to explore. Soon as he's finished in school here, Beau plans to take a few friends and explore the world. He certainly could afford it.

Sample RP:
Walking through the halls of Beauxbatons, Beau had one destination. The Dining Chambers. He was starving for something fierce, and he'd eat anything at this point. He wasn't all that much fussy anyway. He marched through with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, his chin up, and his pale brown eyes surveying his surroundings. He has only been here for a little while, and he still took some time to swallow the beauty of where he is. He's still getting used to the fact that he is a wizard. Taking his hand out of his pocket, he started to fiddle with his wand.

He did no incantation, however. He didn't know too much magic at the moment. He's determined to make a few friends so they could teach him some basic spells he could use. He hasn't found his way to the library yet. He was much too busy exploring. He'd get there eventually, and it'd become his favorite place in no time. It was hard to say, though, as the lake is gorgeous, and the courtyard was more calming than any place he sat around at in Gargilesse. 'What a piece of Heaven', he thought idly.

After turning into the final corner to the Dining Chambers, he took a half a second to overlook the table of his house. As soon as he decided who was most approachable, and, quite honestly, where it had the most untouched food, he walked over quite casually with the most charming smile upon his face. "Good Morning", he greeted, extending a hand in their direction. "I'm Beau."

Rouerie for you!

[mila]

First Name: Milena
Middle Name: Anastassia
Last Name: Raven
Nickname(s): Mila & Milli

Age: 16
Height: 5'3"
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Green/Hazel

Patronus: Dzeren; better known as a gazelle
Ethnicity: Russian
Race: Pureblood
Languages: Russian, French & English

History:
+Milena Anastassia Raven was born on a warm summer night on June 21st. Mila was the youngest, the baby of the family and grew up with much unconditional love around her. She certainly wasn't reserved like the the two older siblings, but seemed to keep the peace between all of them once she was a little older. Even when she was younger, she was very bright. She was reading large novels and textbooks at the age of 6 or 7 without any trouble. Her first sign of magic was no surprise to her family. She had successfully jixed one of her older brothers when she had gotten angry.

+Mila's family comes from a proud Russian heritage; all pruebloods. Though they could be very strict at times, they were also very loving. Milena wasn't born yet when her family decided to move to France, but from what she's heard, it was necessary. She grew up speaking both her native language, her country's language and English; something her mother and father encouraged. Her father, however, seemed more occupied finding a man worthy enough to betrothe his only daughter to. She and her brothers shrugged off their uptight father. As soon as she recieved her letter from Beauxbatons, she became extremely happy to be joining her older brother, Dimitri. Her other brother, Mikael, was long gone out of school. He went to Hogwarts instead of Beauxbatons; a proud Ravenclaw. Though she'll miss her family at home, she couldn't wait to finally go to Beauxbatons.

Personality:
+Milena's your typical female; She loves to shop (muggle shops & magical alike!) and all those other girly things. She will tell you exactly what's on her mind whether you like it or not. She's always been straight forward with everyone and everything. If you don't like it, you don't have to like her. It doesn't matter. On the flipside to that, she is very caring a nurturing. She hates to see people upset or hurt and will always try her best to help them. Though she can be extremely stubburn, she will usually cave if it has something to do with a family member.
+"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee." That quotation is a living testiment to her. At first, she seems shy and conservative; even a little bashful. It's kind of her way of getting to know you first before she opens herself up to you. If she doesn't trust you, she's going to stay "reserved". Her friends and family would be the first to tell you that her mind is literally a weapon. The things she can come up with and remember is quite remarkable.
+Milena is an extremely hard worker and a very determined person when she puts her mind to something. She is still very much into reading and writing and basically anything in between those genres. The bookworm in her has never seemed to leave. She is very loyal and will be a friend to you for life. She's also trustworthy, you could tell her anything and she wouldn't tell a soul. Mila tends to think all that blood purity is bullshit. She and her brothers are as diverse as it could get and it bothers her that people have such harsh opinions on such a stupid topic. You can't help who you are. That's another thing, if you hurt her family in anyway, she will will make your worst nightmares come true. What's that old saying? Oh. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Sample RP:

For once in Aria’s life, she didn’t exactly know what was going on inside that mind of hers. The events from the previous night were still very fresh in her mind. The bruises and the guy before her were the proof that she needed to confirm that it wasn’t a bad dream; That it had really happened. By some stroke of good luck, Lou had found her just in time and immediately started taking care of her. If he hadn’t been there, Nelson would have found her and continued where he left off. Yes, Lou probably didn’t recognize that he would have murdered Nelson at the time, but he would have. Aria could see it written all over his face at the time…he was more powerful than he was letting off. The next morning, Ari was still puzzled. She woke up to a gorgeous view, if she said so herself. He was shirtless and gazing at her with those eyes of his. It made her heart drop to her stomach and made her quickly form a question. She asked him how he was and that she owed him for everything he had done for her. It was the truth, it was the least she could have done for him. He replied just the way she thought he would, that it wasn’t a big deal. He then went on to say that what Jeremy Nelson shouldn’t have done that to her. It made her frown slightly, allowing her eyes to drop to the floor before she got up to walk over to him. Taking a seat next to him, she brought her had up and brushed his face gently where the bruise was. She mentally hit herself for not taking the time to heal it, but there was more important things to worry about at the time. She was leaned over, quite close to him, which made the setting feel intimate. Him not having a shirt on really didn’t help her already racing mind, either. She could feel his eyes on her, but she looked at the bruise until she pulled her hand away; Now making eye contact. Her heart sank to her stomach again. “I believe you healed me on the inside here.” he spoke, placing his hands on top of his chest; Over his heart. Aria grinned and continued listening to what he was saying, eventually thanking her for healing him. It’s really no problem…it was easy. I was more worried when you passed out… she spoke softly, holding his gaze until he looked away from her. That’s when she glanced down and began to look at her own bruises. They were around her wrists from where Nelson had painfully grabbed her arms so she wouldn’t fight him. They hurt, but it wasn’t anything horrible like her shoulder felt currently. She hadn’t moved it much, but putting it back in place wasn’t a very fun task. If she hadn’t put Lou out with a sleep drought, he would have woke up to her yelling out in pain. Which is exactly what she did while ‘fixing’ herself. Her thoughts were interrupted when he spoke of how he needed a change of clothes and that blood wasn’t really his color. She laughed, bringing her gaze back to his eyes instead of the bruises on her arms. Well, that’s something I can help you with… she said taking her wand out and pointed it at his shirt covered in blood on the floor. Scourgify! she said more quietly, watching as all the blood disappeared and the shirt became clean. His pants, well he could probably transfigure them to another pair, but they weren’t bloodied up. She then leaned over and put her wand back on the table and turned back to face him again; His eyes searching hers. Aria hadn’t seen him look at her like this before…and she liked it. She hadn’t even realized that they had their eyes locked for minutes, which seemed like hours to her. She looked away with a grin before blushing furiously. Absentmindedly, she had begun to trace the bruises on one of her arms again, but this time Lou noticed before herself. Before she had the chance to notice what she was doing, he had took her arm that was closest to him and turned it over; Tracing the bruises like she had been doing. Aria kept her eyes on his face the entire time, watching his once happy expression change to a frown. His touch sent shivers down her spine, causing her to shake a little bit. Of course, following that, we’re the butterflies so many girly girls talk about when they speak of their boyfriends or love interests. Was he a love interest? She knew she cared for him, probably more than she should at this point in time. She wanted to kiss him. WAIT, what did she just think to herself?! Aria’s eyes widened, but he luckily was still looking at her arm. Why did he make her feel this way? Her thoughts were interrupted when Lou suggested taking her to the Hospital Wing to get something for her bruises. Aria shook her head slightly before speaking, Nah, it’s alright…It looks too suspicious…The handprints on my arms and they boy laying on a cot all screwed up. They’d connect the dots…Plus, these only hurt a little bit. But then again, I’m very stubborn. She looked at him once again and smiled, melting when he returned her gaze. She then noticed that he began to…check her out? Well, he was definitely checking out what she was wearing; Trying to be discrete about it. This made her grin stay on her face, she didn’t even notice the shiver that spread over her being; He furrowed his brows when he noticed. He then asked about her shoulder, but she was busy thinking about when he had touched her arm; That feeling was priceless, loving almost. Trying to shift her sitting position, she turned in a way that her shoulder really didn’t enjoy at the moment. It made her gasp aloud. She would have kicked herself if she could. The gasp obviously caught his attention. She then remembered what he had asked her earlier before the distractions. Oh, my shoulder…Well, I put it back in place last night. That was…pleasant. It looks horrible, though. Kind of feels that way, too, but I haven’t really moved it today. At least, just until a few moments ago. She looked down for a moment, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. Before she looked up, she muttered in a nearly inaudible voice, “Tha eímai kalá, an kai ... tha í̱tan pio si̱mantikó gia ména.” When she looked up at his concerned face, she grinned and let out a small laugh. You probably think I’m crazy talking in this language…I don’t even notice it, really…I’m from Greece, so Greek is my first language, then English. She smiled as she changed the subject, her shoulder was really hurting more than she was allowing him to know. She was honestly thinking of making a pain drought right there in the room. It was starting to sound like a good idea after that sudden move she made earlier. Bringing her eyes back up, she met his and grinned slightly. She didn’t want this to end.

TAGGING Lou
WEARING This<3
MUSE Be Be Your Love - Rachel Yamagata
NOTES Awh. [: && the greek means "I‘ll be fine, though…you were more important to me"
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION.

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Rouerie for you darling!

[alainna]

First Name: Adéle
Last Name: Crush
Age: 15
Appearance:

History:
Adèle was born in paris, france by her parents who moved to france a year before she was born. Her parents came from italy and sometimes adèle wishes she could move there, but she loves france too much.

Adèle lived in paris near the river so she was exposed to all of the fishing that was near there. She always hated how people killed fish, and soon realized that people were killing animals all over the world. When she was 5, she decided that she would try and make the world a better place.

Adèle found out that she was a witch when she received her letter from beauxbatons. She was ecstatic and hoped to use that magic for good use to save the animals.

Personality:
She loves animals and is very sad when they are dead and is also a vegetarian. Secretly she sometimes craves hamburger. She is a pretty sneaky girl and can find herself out of sticky situations. She always does what she can for people, even if it is out of her way or even harmful, she would do anything to make sure that her friends and family are safe, even if it meant diving into an inferno. She would die for them. Adéle LOVES to dance and sing, although she feels like she's not that good at it. she has taken dance lessons ever since she was 3 years old, and sings in the shower or her room. she also plays the Viola, which she has been playing ever since she was 7. she doesn't play that too often though, wanting to practice dance most of the time.


Sample RP:
Adéle walked into the living room and looked at her parents who were busy cooking breakfast. she knew that something was going on because they were making eggs, bacon, hash browns, and fresh squeezed orange juice. The only time's they made a breakfast this big, something was going on. either her Papa had got another promotion, or they were trying to suck up to her and her brother because something bad was going on. "good morning" she said suspiciously. her mother looked at her and grinned. "Well good morning my precious girl!" she said, coming over to me and giving me a big hug.

After Adéle's mother gave her a whole bunch of kisses on the cheek, she went to sit down at my usual seat at the table. "Oh no my dear! you get to sit at the head of the table today!" her mother told me, scooting her over to the front of the table where her papa usually sits. Now she knew that something was going on, but before she could ask, her maman put down a big plate of all the breakfast food she was making. "eat up sweetheart! we have a big day today!" she told me as Adéle lifted her fork, wondering if she could even finish my plate. "what's going on today?" she asked, taking a bite of my eggs.

Adéle's mother and father looked at each other with a grin, then handed her a letter. she opened the letter:
Dear Miss Crush,
We are please to inform you that you have been excepted at Beauxbatons.

Adéle jumped out of her chair when she read this, ecstatic. "I got into Beauxbatons!" she exclaimed and my parents came to give her a hug. "eat up dear, we're headed to Diagon Alley!" her father said. She couldn't be more happy.

I know... Cossu!

[shanedohn]

First Name: Shane
Last Name: Dohn
Age: 15
Appearance: Shane has shaggy brown hair and simple green eyes. He is also kiind of short for his age. His skin color is white with a fair tan to it as well. So to wrap it up he's pretty plane, fair complection, no glasses, and is thin and not too musculer.

History: Shane was born on November 28, 1995 to muggle parents in southern germany, so they where unaware of what they would have to raise. He was brought up properly of coarse in a loving family that cared for him but also was a little bit nervouse around him. When he would through tempertantrums in his todler years things, like books, would fly off the shelves. His parents moved to france when he was the age of 7 wich devistated him sence he had to leave his best friends and things kept happening on his way there but it never stopped them from moving. After living there for a while he got used to everything and calmed down and became an exceptionaly normal child and teenager but he still was quiet odd. When he reached the age of 13 he started figiuring he was different in many ways. One he had feelings for people of the same gender, and two he could make things happen. Bad things. On year in track a kid had pushed him down while running stairs one day and Shane ended up needing stiches in his leg and the back of his head and suffered from a cuncosion and not a day later the kid who pushed him ended up in a horible car accident where they broke their leg and wrist.

Personality: Shane is mostly happy go lucky most of the time but has teen angst every once in a while. He is pretty secretive especially when it comes to liking people sence he really is ashamed of himself for being homosexual even though he knows he shouldn't be... Besides that he is very musicaly inclined playing the flute, piano, and violan. Also he can get competitive with music and wants to be accepted but gets nervouse and usualy screws up and is easily shooken. Behind being so happy some times he always has some sort of grudge that he doesnt want to get rid of. Most of the time though he is spacey and doodles on most of his work and papers he has. He can also be untidey and careless with somethings like his room but when he is told to do somthing such as clean it he follows right away. Even though he does hold grudges he wants to make friends and is extremely loyal to them and is always ready to have a splendid time with them. And just somthing random he loves scary things and will everynow and then jump out from around a corner or sneak up behind a friend and stand there staring at them till they turn around and freak.

Sample RP: Shane flopped on to the couch as soon as he got home from school. "Mummy! Papa!" He called out several minuets later, he got up and looked around the house, they were usualy in the family room by now... He went around the corner into the kitchen and saw his parents with a small cake. "Uhm... Why the cake?" Shane asked a little worried now. His parents handed him a small envelop from a place called Beauxbatons. As he opened it he read it was a wizerding academy and he looked at them. "What?" he asked shocked. "Well," his mother said a little giddy "I know I never told you this but, aunt Cheryl is a witch and well it obviously shows you two have a similer blood line because you are a wizard!" She smiled as well as his father did. Shane was schocked and excited as his parents told him to back and be ready to depart.

As Shane packed his heart raced almost to the point he felt as if he were to throw up. No way!~ I'm really a wizard this is so cool! he thought to himself throwing clothes in his case. He thought if he needed anything else and decided he was good the only thing left to be packed was a locket he got a long while back for his birthday that he kept notes of all his secrets in so like usualy he wore it around his neck and tucked it in his shirt. He listed what he had packed over and over in his mind and pondered a wee bit. "I always forget things... I have Shirts, pants, this, that... Oh I need socks!" He exclaimed and ran through the clothes on the floor, grabbing the white and grey socks he had and hastily throwing them in the case. "Alright now I'm sure I have everything!" He sighed contently.

He nearly flew down the stairs to see his parents waiting for him as happy as he was. They all headed out the door and hopped on a train he took one time to visit family and he borded another train he hadn't noticed in the first place and bid his parents fairwell. The people on the train where all students he was asuming for they looked about his age. Some of them looked quiet frightening and others looked warm hearted. He took a seat alone and looked out the window not believing this was actualy happening and soon dozed off into a peaceful little nap.
Please expand your personality and history and make sure your RP Sample consists in three paragraphs.

[shanedohn]

First Name: Shane
Last Name: Dohn
Age: 15
Appearance: Shane has shaggy brown hair and simple green eyes. He is also kiind of short for his age. His skin color is white with a fair tan to it as well. So to wrap it up he's pretty plane, fair complection, no glasses, and is thin and not too musculer.

History: Shane was born on November 28, 1995 to muggle parents in southern germany, so they where unaware of what they would have to raise. He was brought up properly of coarse in a loving family that cared for him but also was a little bit nervouse around him. When he would through tempertantrums in his todler years things, like books, would fly off the shelves. His parents moved to france when he was the age of 7 wich devistated him sence he had to leave his best friends and things kept happening on his way there but it never stopped them from moving. After living there for a while he got used to everything and calmed down and became an exceptionaly normal child and teenager but he still was quiet odd. When he reached the age of 13 he started figiuring he was different in many ways. One he had feelings for people of the same gender, and two he could make things happen. Bad things. On year in track a kid had pushed him down while running stairs one day and Shane ended up needing stiches in his leg and the back of his head and suffered from a cuncosion and not a day later the kid who pushed him ended up in a horible car accident where they broke their leg and wrist.

Personality: Shane is mostly happy go lucky most of the time but has teen angst every once in a while. He is pretty secretive especially when it comes to liking people sence he really is ashamed of himself for being homosexual even though he knows he shouldn't be... Besides that he is very musicaly inclined playing the flute, piano, and violan. Also he can get competitive with music and wants to be accepted but gets nervouse and usualy screws up and is easily shooken. Behind being so happy some times he always has some sort of grudge that he doesnt want to get rid of. Most of the time though he is spacey and doodles on most of his work and papers he has. He can also be untidey and careless with somethings like his room but when he is told to do somthing such as clean it he follows right away. Even though he does hold grudges he wants to make friends and is extremely loyal to them and is always ready to have a splendid time with them. And just somthing random he loves scary things and will everynow and then jump out from around a corner or sneak up behind a friend and stand there staring at them till they turn around and freak.

Sample RP: Shane flopped on to the couch as soon as he got home from school. "Mummy! Papa!" He called out several minuets later, he got up and looked around the house, they were usualy in the family room by now... He went around the corner into the kitchen and saw his parents with a small cake. "Uhm... Why the cake?" Shane asked a little worried now. His parents handed him a small envelop from a place called Beauxbatons. As he opened it he read it was a wizerding academy and he looked at them. "What?" he asked shocked. "Well," his mother said a little giddy "I know I never told you this but, aunt Cheryl is a witch and well it obviously shows you two have a similer blood line because you are a wizard!" She smiled as well as his father did. Shane was schocked and excited as his parents told him to back and be ready to depart.

As Shane packed his heart raced almost to the point he felt as if he were to throw up. No way!~ I'm really a wizard this is so cool! he thought to himself throwing clothes in his case. He thought if he needed anything else and decided he was good the only thing left to be packed was a locket he got a long while back for his birthday that he kept notes of all his secrets in so like usualy he wore it around his neck and tucked it in his shirt. He listed what he had packed over and over in his mind and pondered a wee bit. "I always forget things... I have Shirts, pants, this, that... Oh I need socks!" He exclaimed and ran through the clothes on the floor, grabbing the white and grey socks he had and hastily throwing them in the case. "Alright now I'm sure I have everything!" He sighed contently.

He nearly flew down the stairs to see his parents waiting for him as happy as he was. They all headed out the door and hopped on a train he took one time to visit family and he borded another train he hadn't noticed in the first place and bid his parents fairwell. The people on the train where all students he was asuming for they looked about his age. Some of them looked quiet frightening and others looked warm hearted. He took a seat alone and looked out the window not believing this was actualy happening and soon dozed off into a peaceful little nap.

We have a great musician among us, COSSU!

[sarahsixx]

First Name: Hélèna
Last Name: Baudet
Age: 15
Appearance: Hélèna is a tall, willowy girl, with the perfect figure for ballet. Her eyes are a deep blue, and her hair is a blonde silver. She has a dainty, cute face, with dimples when she smiles. She has high cheekbones and pale skin. Her mother calls her "Ma petite beauté", my Little Beauty.

History: Hélèna was born to French Aristocratic parents, Marie and François de Besiade d'Avaray. Hélèna was privately schooled from infancy and excelled in dance and drama. He family is one of the oldest in France and the pure lineages has been something of envy between friends and other family since. She has shown excellence in Potion Making and Domestic chores. Her Parents are both employed by the French Ministry, her Father in the Department of Mysteries, and her Mother in the Potions Lab. Before her Mother joined the Ministry, she was a ballet Dancer for the École Française, the French School of Ballet. As she grew older, and eventually when she had Hélèna, she gave up her ballet. She always encouraged Hélèna to take it up, and she did so.

Personality: Hélèna is shy, but fiercely loyal to her friends. At home, she has two pet doves who live in a massive glasshouse at the bottom of her garden. Hélèna is a bookworm, and loves reading, her other passion is dancing, and she will never give it up for anything. She holds her heritage in the highest of regards and is fiercely proud of her Pure blood lineage. She is a Daddy's girl, but loves her mother dearly. Hélèna will always stand up for smaller, more vulnerable children, and is very passionate about keeping people included. She is the first one to invite the new kid to come and sit with her and her friends, and she always makes sure everyone is happy and content in the dorm. Hélèna loves music, and would love to learn to play the piano.

Sample RP:

Hélèna stood against the South facing wall of her Glasshouse, where she kept her two snow white Doves, Velvet and Monique. She whistled a high, clear sound and both Doves flew down and perched on her outstretched hand. Se sang gently to them while feeding them pieces of fruit. A sudden noise startled them, and Hélèna's peace was broken, the Doves flew back up to their perch in the roof, and Hélèna saw the leaves of the Willow's outside woosh and sweep the floor.

She walked outside, careful to keep her dainty ice blue slippers clean, and skirted around the side of a summerhouse close by. She was sure she had seen someone rush past it.
Hélèna was extremely light on her feet, and tripped and danced over the stones marking the path as lightly as a butterfly on a breeze. She snuck around the summerhouse but there was no-one there.

Suddenly, she was overcome with sadness, and she sank to the ground, not caring about her dress being marked with grass stains.
She hugged her knees and stared at the Weeping Willow trees all over the grounds...

"What is this feeling?" She thought...
She had everything she could hope for. Money, clothes, her dancing, friends..
Well, a few friends...1 or 2...

"When I go to Beauxbatons, I will lose contact with them...and my Doves...what will happen to my Doves?"

This feeling? Was worry, despair, sorrow.
She was scared. She had never been away from her parents more than few days...

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I think Rouerie should do.

[annabell]

First Name: Anabelle
Middle Name: Jane
Last Name: Woods
Nickname(s): Ana & Belle

Age: 17
Height: 5'4"
Hair Color: Strawberry/Platinum Blonde
Eye Color: Blue/Green

Patronus: Snow Fox
Ethnicity: American (Texas)
Race: Pureblood/Veela
Languages: French & English

History:
+Anabelle was born on a rainy spring night on March 1st to Charles and Grace Woods. Growing up, she tried to be just like her older brother, Jackson. With that being said, she didn't always have that sweet little girl attitude. She was definitely a daddy's girl and liked to mimick his actions. She was spoiled rotten, but she didn't necessarily act like it. Once she was old enough to realize what she was, things started to happen. Her first magical "appearance" was in her bedroom. She was so angry that she shattered her mirror into a million pieces; hurting herself in the process. Her parent's were stunned, but happy their daughter had magical abilities. Later, she gloated in her early success as an eleven year old prodigy. She had received her letter to the Salem Witches Institute and was more than eager to get started on harnessing her abilities.

+After several tough years, she realized she didn't like the way the school ran. They didn't let their students dabble in...other subjects...that she was interested in. After an easy and persuasive argument with her parent's, they agreed to sending her to Beauxbatons. Taking more time to dwell in her studies, she also found more time to get in trouble with her attitude. She loved being an outsider because it made people curious. It also meant that she had more time to figure out who was as adventurous and daring as she. Belle always made acquaintances and she liked to keep them close. She hoped that at this new school, she could find others similar to her interests and personality. Though many people can't figure her out, she likes it that way. Being all mysterious and such.

Personality:
+Belle is like a carbon copy of her brother, Jackson. You can think of that as a good or bad thing, but she won't care. She tends to break rules often or bend them as far as she can before getting in trouble. She loves adventures which means you shouldn't be surprised if she's breaking curfew or sneaking around places she shouldn't be. She has quite the charming personality, but has a short temper that goes with it. She's pretty headstrong, too, and enjoys winning arguments. For being a "Southern Belle", she's much more of a "Queen B". She can be heartless and cruel, but her dad taught her to be that way. Along with all of that comes a confident studious version of Anabelle, but she'll never admit it to you.

+Deeper down, she's sweet and quite the hopeless romantic. Though few see this more serious side of her, she doesn't hide it when she's in a relationship. She's very protective over the people close to her. She's somewhat wild and the partier, but she supposes she got it from her Father. This competitive girl loves Quidditch as well and any challenge, really. Other than all that, she's goofy and has a lovely (vulgar) sense of humor. She doesn't like the jokes to be turned around on her, though.


Sample RP:
Sitting on the floor was more comfortable than standing there, practically begging for him to be with her. Her heart had dropped as well, the reason for the flooring seeming to be more comfortable. Everything was slowly coming together in her head from today. The way he acted, it was so unlike him. He didn’t even smile, which made her hurt for him. When he spoke to her, he always had a smirk play across his lips. She missed that and especially now since she hadn’t seen it all day. Instead, it was replaced with a frown; Kristen’s mirrored his. When he began to reply, Kristen just couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. She could, but she didn’t want it to be true; It hurt too much. What hurt worse, was that he didn’t say he loved her back. She just stared at the wall in front of her in disbelief before he slid down the wall himself, next to her. He spoke again, the words stinging just as much as they did the first time. It seemed like he was blaming himself for everything that had happened now and in the past. Yes, a majority of the problems had initially been caused by him, but they weren’t very good at negotiating. At least they hadn’t been in the past. Kristen felt his hand begin to rub her back, which actually had helped some. It was when he stopped and stood up that she looked up to search his eyes, but only saw his back as he walked away. Kristen contemplated going after him until something in the back of her mind said, ‘Seriously? You’re going to let him just walk away?’ That was the sensible side of Kristen trying to talk some sense into her. Where had she been the last three weeks? Standing up, she quickly started walking over to where he was. He stopped and turned around when she was about halfway to where he was. She kept walking and didn’t stop until her arms were wrapped around his neck and her head on his chest. She held onto Anthony like it was the last…or first time she had ever hugged him. Finally she looked up to him and grinned slightly, You’re right, I shouldn’t want to be with you. But the fact of the matter is that I DO want to be with you. I couldn’t imagine myself being with anyone else but you. And Anthony, you are not immature. If you were as immature as you were all those years ago, you wouldn’t have even bothered talking to me or apologizing…several hundred times. The small smile reappeared on her lips after she said that last sentence. Readjusting the arms wrapped around his neck, she noticed he had looked away from her momentarily. Placing her hands on each side of his face, she began again. Tony…you‘re a great father. Indio blamed himself for Kinzee going off on you. He even shook you to try and wake you up. He loves you so much, he didn‘t mean what he said to you. He stayed with me the entire time you were out except the last ten minutes. He made me swear several times that I‘d go get him when you woke up. She grinned, dropping her hands to his shoulders. Sighing, she tilted her head to the side, thinking about what else he had said. “I’m the one who isn’t good enough for you.” That hurt just a little bit; He was perfect for her. If we’re going to make this work, you have to let me inside; Even though it hurts. Yes, we’ve both f*cked up. Obviously. But I do deserve you because you’re what makes me happy. I’m nothing without you. It’s only taken twenty three years to say that I love you, she said with a sarcastic laugh. Please, just don’t shut me out; Not now. Not after everything we’ve been through. Her smile fell, as did her eyes that had been holding his attention this entire time. That was her last go at trying to show him that she genuinely cared so much about him. The little boy in the room behind them was proof of that; Proof that love was still there. Indio was impatient, just like his father. If he started to grow curious, he would throw that door open and make his presence known. He liked making dramatic entrances…just like Tony. She couldn’t help but grin at the thought of their son who so much resembled Anthony. Anyway, it was a nice change to be smiling and even laughing than crying and being miserable. She honestly didn’t know what Anthony was going to react to what she said, but she prayed to God that it would be a positive change…for once today. Placing her forehead against his chest, she let a small sigh as she began to wait for his response.

I think Sournois for you.