Sorting (Term Eighteen)

[misfit]

First Names: Donald “Donnie” Myles
Last Name: Malone
Age: 17
Appearance: Donnie is over 6' tall and still growing, weighing in at about 170lbs. He's not extremely skinny, but he's not exactly well built either, most of his muscles visibly accumulating on his arms (mostly the upper arms) and his shoulders. He has blue eyes that can either be very pale or very vibrantly coloured. His hair is naturally a fair brown colour, but he does go through stages or bleaching it or having bits of blonde in it. He generally keeps it longish...well, long for a guy, anyway.

History: Donnie was born on a cold day in December. December 22nd to be exact to loving parents, Alexandré and Marie, both of his parents being pure blood. He was brought up in the east end of London and this is very apparent through his accent, though it has worn off a great deal since he moved to France with his father to be with the rest of his family. They moved a few days after his mother's death, his father not wishing to stay in the house they had lived in because of the memories it provoked, making it harder for him to move on.

It was difficult for Donnie to fit in to Beauxbatons to begin with due to his accent, but luckily, it faded quickly, allowing him to fit in better. His accent hasn't completely gone, but it's not as strong as it used to be. It wasn’t difficult for his father to ‘move on’ once they were in France, however. The day Donnie's mother died, she had been in a terrible accident when Donnie was 10 years old. His mother worked for the Ministry and knew there was a great deal of danger revolving around her job, she just never thought it would get to her.

His father’s less than perfect personality got him into a lot of trouble, people commenting on his frivolous nature, angering him and getting him into fights that he couldn’t really afford to be having. His mother would have hated the idea of him being in trouble, yet he was doing it anyway because people were provoking him. It wasn’t on. He never said a word to his father about the things people were saying, even though he knew they were true. He never had it out with him, letting her carry on the way she was. He had to move on somehow, didn’t he?

Donnie is settling into being at Beauxbatons, keeping himself to himself for now, but hoping to fit in a little better eventually, hoping against hope that his father will change his ways while Donnie is busy with school. It would be so perfect if his father finally settled down or something and brought stability back into Donnie's life. That's all he wants really. Well, that's all he wants of his family life...for now, of course. Things change every day, he appreciates that. He just looks forward to what the future will bring.

Personality: Donnie has quite a confident, bubbly and flirty personality once he has settled in within a new place. Alongside having a bubbly personality, Donnie can be quite cheeky and gets away with it with a flash of his trademark cheeky grin. He doesn't like it when he doesn't get what he wants and will have a major strop until that is changed. He can go from his normal bubbly self to very moody in less than a second, if provoked. He is very laid back, quite optimistic and can get along with everyone when he wants to.

Being as his father is his main influence in his life now, he hasn't been able to settle either, never really having a proper girlfriend or anything because he didn't think he was capable of it and that he didn't deserve that. This makes him seem like a heart breaker, of sorts, but he can't really help that, considering his main influence now. He certainly does like to party, like any teenage boy surely does, which was probably what destroyed his time at Hogwarts. He doesn't like to be the centre of attention, but when he is, he makes the most of it, trying to be the funniest person in a room.

Sample RP:

Donnie couldn’t believe and had only just come to realize that he’d pretty much wasted the last six years of his Hogwarts education, worrying about getting everything right and worrying about what people though about him, not bothering to make friends because he was afraid of being judged. Why had it taken him until his last summer to actually come out of his shell? It’s not like he’d done anything particularly different to his previous summers. Yet now, he was moving to Beauxbatons...great...

It was as if somewhere in the duration of the summer, something in his mind kind of went ‘You know what? Screw what people think. Show them all what Donald Myles Malone can really be like.’ Yeah, well, not quite 'Donald', cause he pretty much hated that name, more just 'Donnie'. He figured that was his father’s personality finally coming through in his persona. It could really have been a large number of things that had made him suddenly change. Maybe it wasn’t sudden, maybe it was just him not realizing.

He needed to stop thinking about it. He was different: what could he really do about it now? Now, he was starting up at a new school and was ready to show everyone what he was made of. Although, aimlessly wandering down a corridor wasn’t exactly doing that now, was it? Up ahead of him, Donnie heard footsteps, followed by a door opening and closing. He scowled as he continued to move down the corridor. He continued to walk, looking at the first door he came to.

The sounds had been pretty close, so surely this was it. He put his head closer to the door. That was odd. He couldn’t hear anything from inside and he was pretty sure someone must be in there. It wasn’t as if the floors were quiet when someone walked on them. Even in the softest soled shoes, you could hear someone coming from a few floors away. His head and shoulder now resting against the door, he put the fingertips of his left hand on the door handle, ready to open it.

He looked up and down the corridor, as if he weren’t supposed to be there, before spinning the handle round with his fingertips, the door opening due to his weight being against the door. He kept it quite a controlled motion, not wanting to look a completely prat by just falling into the room. He took in his surroundings for a moment before noticing who was in the room. He had seen her before. He was certain of that. “Um, I’m sorry, I’m not barging in or anything, am I?” he questioned, realizing that he pretty much had, with him having let his weight open the door.

SOURNOIS!

[aurelia]

First Name: Aurelia "Lia"
Last Name: Hoss
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Born to a family in a rural slum in England, Lia lived with her drunken father and abused mother, often spending days away from home. She became detached from others, not bothering with people, as her social life had gone down the drain after ceasing to attend high school. Labeled a 'troubled juvenile delinquent' and having more than one run-in with the law, Lia would often end up being dragged home buy a stressed mother from the office of the town's sheriff. Lia, not learning from anyone else but herself, has learned to resent others who don't work with her but rather against, and usually spends time on the railways that run through her town, playing guitar.
Personality: Sensitive, short temper, quick-witted, not very caring, outcast, brave, smart, trustworthy even though she can't seem to trust others
Sample RP:
Crunch, crunch, crunch. Clang. Lia was walking down the endless railroad tracks, mounted above the few buildings in the English slum. The gravel crunched beneath her feet until Lia's Converse shoe hit something hard, flicking it forward as it banged against the rail with a metallic noise. Picking the object up, Lia found a rusted railroad spike, and pocketed it. Sweeping back her long dark hair and adjusting the knit hat on her head, she glanced backwards, a habit. You never know when a train will come along, and sometimes, they don't see you.

Lia picked up her pace, the guitar case slung over her back slapping her thighs as she started hearing the distant sound of traffic. Perfect. Coming up to a short bridge, Lia rolled up the sleeves of her flannel plaid shirt and peeked over the opposite edge of the solid metal walls, staring down at a decently busy highway, cars zooming past underneath and rattling the structure. She smirked and took out the railroad spike, leaning far over the rail. Waiting until the perfect moment...there! Lia flung the spike down, where it smashed into the front windshield of the first car that came by. This car, by matter of chance, was a police cruiser.

Lia froze as the cruiser screeched to the side of the road, a spiderweb of glass fissures on the windshield, and she took a deliberate step back, ready to run down the tracks in the opposite direction. A loud rumbling and horn blare stopped her--a train. Lia dove backwards into the crook of the metal wall of the bridge, the train suddenly blaring past a mere six inches from her face. She caught her breath as gravel was flung up, flicking her skin and leaving tiny scratches. Lia closed her eyes, the eternal minute flashing by until suddenly the train was gone, a strong wind whipping her hair. She stepped out from her hiding place, over to the rail, only to find Officer Paul staring up at her, his arms crossed. Damn.

Your personality needs to be one paragraph long. Please make sure you fix that so I can sort you.

[ciellaroche]

Name: Ciel Raquélle Laroché

Appearance:


Age: Sixteen
Status: Single, looking
Orientation: Bisexual
Blood: Demonic blood
Background: British and French

Family:
[father] Vincent Grayson Laroché
[mother] Rachel Annette Clemens Laroché(deceased)
[brother] Alexander Scott Laroché
[brother] Alois Claude Laroché

History:
From a very young age, Ciel learned how to stand up for herself. When she was three years old, her mother Rachel, a muggle, died unexpectedly in a car crash on the way to the grocery store, leaving her father to raise not only Ciel, but her two brothers as well. Growing up in a house full of boys taught Ciel a thing or two about strength and confidence, as she constantly had to defend herself when she was being picked on by her brothers. Not having a mother figure around the house who could understand how she felt and what she thought, Ciel had to change her behavior from being the perfect little princess to your everyday average tomboy.

Being the only girl of the family, Ciel’s father often gave her anything and everything she wanted, leading her to believe that life would always be that way. However, her brothers often put her in her place and kept her grounded, helping her to grow into a responsible, fun-loving teenager. She and her brothers are quite close now, and they trust each other more than anyone else.

Ciel and her brothers often get into their own little adventures, and she always ends up the designated leader of the escapades they go on. Although her brothers would never admit it, she is much braver than both of them, and she is not scared easily by the seemingly impossible. When the adventures end for the day, she is always pulled back to her roll as "daddy's little girl".

Personality:
sarcastic: Ciel’s sarcasm often results in her getting into LOTS of trouble. Being the only girl and the youngest child, she’s had to rely on her wit and sharp tongue to beat her brothers mentally, as they have a physical advantage over her. People often get the wrong first impression of her because of her sarcasm, but she really means no offense by it.
free-spirited: Ciel was somewhat of a tomboy as a young girl, obviously having to try her best to fit in with a household full of boys. She has learned not to care so much about what other people think of her, and thoroughly enjoys embracing herself for who she really is.
stubborn: As a child, Ciel found she could get away with practically everything by simply being pig-headed. Some would have called her a brat as a little girl, though she’s mostly grown out of this habit now that she is a teenager. She’s confident in herself which can sometime lead to stubbornness.
loyal: Ciel’s friends are friends to the end. They can walk all over her, spit out insults in her direction and even stab her in the back, but as long as she feels a bond between them she’ll never betray a friendship deeply rooted. This is sometimes a downfall as she can tend to be a little over-trusting and likes to see the good in people, sometimes overlooking the bad.

Sample RP:
"Ciel Raquélle!" Ciel's father hollered from down the stairs. He didn't sound too happy, and Ciel was sure she knew exactly why. She trudged out of her room and stopped at the top of the staircase. "Yes?" she asked as sweetly as she could. Normally this would work, but this wasn't a normal situation. Having no effect on her father, he told her to come see something with him. Yup, she knew she was in trouble now.

Ciel raced down the stairs and was led to the next room. The family room. The room where she'd no doubt get yelled at and thrown into the jail of being grounded. This room was covered from the floor to the ceiling in paint of all sorts and dried blood was on the corner of the coffee table and in a circle on the carpet below it. "What do you make of this, Ciel?" her father asked. She could clearly hear the disappointment in his voice. "Well... you remember when my cousins came over two days ago while you were gone on business? Well they had an idea for a paintball match against me, Alois, and Alex. Alex tackled the younger one, Allison. Her head hit the coffee table rather hard, and I decided to fix her up so I used magic to fix her wide open skull. Alois and Alex told me they'd fix this room up before you came home.. but I guess they didn't." she finished bitterly. She looked back up to her father. He looked calmer than she had first expected. Silently he moved to the center of the room. "You're grounded," came his monotonous voice after what seemed like an eternity of silence. Ciel's mouth gaped. "What? How long?" she stuttered. Her father just shook his head. "Just go upstairs."

Ciel ran back to her room and locked the door. She looked into the mirror at her fiery red locks and... wait! Fiery red hair? She looked herself up and down and was surprised. In her frustration she had somehow turned red? This was odd, even to her. "What?" she breathed. She laid down on her bed for a moment in an attempt to calm herself down, and then went back to the mirror. She was back to the beautiful blonde she was before. Hmm... she could really have some fun with this. Ciel closed her eyes, thought as hard as she could and focused on making her hair turn another wild color. Purple! Pink! Blue! She thought about it, and then opened her eyes. Green. "Not what I was going for..." she said to herself. But she knew she could do this on command. She closed her eyes again and thought about changing her eyes to be red. She always liked red eyes. She opened them, and found herself staring at a teenage girl with a duck beak. She opened her mouth to say something and...

"QUACK!"

Ciel quickly shut her beak and focused on getting rid of it. It went away almost instantly! She trailed her fingers lightly across her lips as if in a trance. "What is up with this?" She raced to her bedside and looked under the bed to find a book on magical abilities. She looked through it for a couple minutes, and finally found the one ability that would describe exactly what she's going through. "Metamorphmagus," she whispered, sounding out every syllable. She smiled, but it faded quickly when her father rushed into the room. "What are you doing up here? I heard a duck..." he said. Ciel closed the book with a thud. "It was me." she said very seriously. Her father chuckled. "Right. And I can sing opera. Now really, enough of the joking. What mischief are you up to now?" he prodded. "Honestly dad, it was me!" she said a bit frantically. She proceeded to show her father the beak she had acquired at will. She quacked just so the realization would hit him harder. Her father just stared in amazement. He moved over to her and ruffled her hair. "Just when I thought you couldn't get anymore magical..." he sighed and smirked.

((That was just the first thing I thought of, since I dunno if you guys let people be metamorphmagi without like applying or not. But either way I hope this was alright as an RP, even if she's not allowed to be a metamorphmagus. I also was on this site before about a year ago as this same character but I wanted to recreate her all new))

[kirroha]

First Name: Lysette [Chinese: 莉西特]
Last Name: Baili (a Chinese compound surname) [Chinese: 百里]
Age: 15
Appearance: Lysette has a small, childish stature, with waist-length black hair, usually seen with ribbons of purple or blue in them. Her eyes are a violet color taken after her mother, and her face has a childish look to it, usually having an indifferent expression. This causes her to seem much younger than her actual age.
History: Lysette's father (who was also her grandfather due to an incest), an outlaw named Baili Hanxi, had escaped China with no more will to live until he fell in love with and married Lysette's grandmother, a French girl named Lisette Laurent, who she died during childbirth. In his sorrow, he named his daughter, also Lysette's mother, "Baili Lisette (百里莉西特)" as a way to remember his deceased wife. However, as Lisette Junior grew up to resemble her mother more and more in appearance, Hanxi, in his madness, believed her to be the reincarnation of the late Lisette Laurent, resulting in the incestuous birth of Lysette. Lisette Junior soon died in an accident. Hanxi, regretful of his actions but still wishing to remember his wife and daughter, named his second daughter after them, but changing her name a little so that he would no longer make the same mistake. In the harsh environment she was raised with no mother and a borderline insane father who got into street fights every other day, she began to hate everything around herself. She herself was looked down upon because of her family background. Also due to the incestuous circumstances of her birth, she was born sterile and barely female, much to the hatred of her traditional father. In her childhood, there was an instance where she had finally broken down from the stress and killed several people who have been tormenting her.
Personality: Due to the circumstances of her birth and the taboo that had come with it, as well as the unfortunate incident from her youth where she had murdered with magic, Lysette has an extremely twisted outlook on life that would not go away. Eventually, she became more and more detached from society and never felt that she was really there. Outside, she appeared shy, quiet, and unsociable but adorable-looking to many people due to her childish yet indifferent appearance, but inside herself she harbours a deep distaste for most things around herself and sometimes even goes to the extent of living in her own twisted universe. She has grown to become a soft-outside, but hard and dark inside kind of individual. She is thus, in reality, cold and uncaring with a cruel side to her, enjoying seeing people miserable. She particularly harbors a hatred towards wizarding families, especially those with kind parents and a proper family, and those who are able to later create a kind and caring family of their own, which she can never do.
Sample RP:
It happened again.

The recently mended window glass shattered for the fifth time that month, and she could hear the sound of grunts, laughter and snorting. The young child under the moldy wooden desk clutched her head even tighter, her eyes shut, her mouth forming the shapes of voiceless words, her small body shivering in terror.

Somebody, please make this stop. She mouthed this to herself, repeatedly... Yet no voice came. Her throat was parched and dry from screaming. She didn't want to be kicked and punched again. Not by those people. Not by her own father. There was nobody to run to, nowhere to hide. Everywhere is just darkness, darkness, darkness. She couldn't scream. If she screamed, they would come to the desk, they would peek under it, they would laugh at her, scorn at her. Genderless kid. Incest spawn. And then they would torment her again. And after they left, her own father would come, not offering any words of comfort, but shaking her by the shoulders and yelling into her face. Why do you exist? Why did I allow you to exist? The very proof of his mistake, and yet he could not throw her away. Because of his hatred of himself, she had to live.

And that was the meaning of her life. It would not change.

"Where's that kid?!" A roaring, yet devious voice rose from the door, and Lysette cowered in fear. The sound of knee hitting flesh echoed, and she could hear her father coughing up blood and clawing on the floor, as a brash middle-aged man spat onto his face.


Sournois!

[madelinemonston]

FIRST NAME,
Eura

LAST NAME,
LeRoux

AGE,
Seventeen

APPEARANCE,
Here

HISTORY,



PERSONALITY,

SAMPLE,

[dawngoth]

I am ready to be sorted into one of your houses.

[auroravalentine]

-NAME-
Aurora Callaghan

-AGE-
Seventeen

-FAMILY-
Mother-Ella
Father-Alexander
Grandmother(Deceased)- Fayllen

-BLOOD-TYPE-
Muggle-born

-APPEARANCE-


-HISTORY-
Ella and Alexander Callaghan were never the best of parents. Believing that stories of Faeries, Unicorns, and magic were silly things, they allowed none of it in their house. So, Aurora grew up with Encyclopedias and text books being read to her every night instead of the fairy tales she so longer for.
The days she Spent with Granny Fay, as she nick-named her Grandmother, were the only escapes she had. Granny Fay was the one who read Aurora the stories she held with her, the ones she always thought of when her parents read her the dreadfully boring books they seemed to love so much.
Granny Fay was the first to find out about the strange occurrences that happened to Aurora . She was the only one who believed Aurora's claims that she wasn't responsible for the unusual things that seemed to happen when she was upset. She was the only person who Aurora felt comfortable with.
But, Granny Fay had to die, just as everyone does. She had been sick for months, but she refused to go to a hospital.
Having been so close to her Grandmother, Aurora was unsure of what to do with her life. Who would she confide in now?
Aurora was depressed for weeks. Her parents, and therapist, decided that it would be in Aurora's best interest to move. So, they packed up and moved to France.
This seemed to be counterproductive, however, as Aurora just grew ore emotionally unattached to the world. She wanted to go back home. She wanted to see Granny Fay's garden, to visit all of their special spots, and to continue with their plans to make the greatest garden in all of England.
After weeks of more depression, Aurora received her acceptance letter to Beauxbaton. Aurora was incredibly excited about this, of course. Granny Fay always told her that she a a special, magical girl. Now she knew it was true. She wasn't just special, she was a witch.

-SEXUAL ORIENTATION-

Aurora is a bit confused at the moment. She is unsure of whether her true love will be a Prince, or a fellow Princess. Either way, she feels she will be happy.

-WAND-



-PERSONALITY-

Though Aurora's personality seems to change as often as she changes books, for the most part, she's a childish girl. Most of the time, she's a happy girl. After all, she's living her dream. She's in a world where faeries, unicorns, and magical beings exist, and she is one!
Some days, when she finds classes to dreary to attend, she runs out into the Enchanted Forest, and writes for hours. She'll happily allow anyone to read the fairy tales she's written.
She hardly sleeps. After all,her name is that of Sleeping Beauty, and she wouldn't want to fall asleep forever. Though this may seem childish to others, to her it's a very serious matter, and not one to joke about.
However, Aurora isn't always a happy, dreamy girl. On days that remind her of Granny Fay, she's been known to randomly burst into tears, and run crying from anyone who tries asking her what's wrong. Most of time, after these little outbursts, she can be found huddled under a tree, singing softly to herself. The song is always the same; a nameless lullaby that Granny Fay made especially for her.
Aurora likes to pretend. Some days, she is a Princes, waiting longingly for her lovely Prince(or, perhaps, Princess) to save her from the terrible dragon who wishes only for her death. Other times, she's a fairy, flying around the forest, speaking to the tree nymphs that she likes to imagine are there.
-SAMPLE-

Rain. Some people hate it, others love it. Aurora Valentine was a part of the latter group. If it were up to her, it would rain every day, non stop. But, then again, that would be problematic. And Aurora wasn't much of a builder, so building an arc was both impossible and impractical. So, for the moment, Aurora decided to hold back on practicing the weather changing spells.
It was days like this that reminded Aurora of the days from her childhood that weren't spent outside. On rainy days, Faylln Callaghan spent her time inside with Aurora. These days were some of Aurora's favorites.
They spent these days inside, under the protection of forts made from the pastel and floral sheets in Granny Fay's house, telling marvelous stories of princesses, dragons, and adventurous heroes waiting to save the beautiful damsel in distress.
All of their stories went into a hand-written, bright pink book, decorated with Aurora's own drawings. Sometimes, they made costumes from the items in Faylln's home. Faylln Callaghan had always been talented with making something out of nothing, costumes included. Ella and Alexander always disapproved of this, but Faylln and Aurora paid them no attention. They were in their own world, it seemed. A world filled with mythological creatures, where everyone was a princess.
Aurora quickly shook the thoughts out of her head, hoping that she wouldn't cry again. She hated crying, yet she seemed to so often. . .
“Aurora, it's time to leave. “ Ella Callaghan called from the hallway. She hated going into her daughter's room almost as much as her daughter hated going into her room. Ella and Alexander's room was a boring, undecorated room. Ella and Alexander preferred it that way.
Aurora's room, however, reflected her perfectly. There were countless pictures of everything that sparked her interest-- faeries, castles, elves. . . From the ceiling hung many little lights. She had gotten the idea fro Granny Fay. She told her that the lights were little faeries that protected Aurora from harm. Aurora always believed this, even though Granny Fay had died with the faerie lights shining brightly over her head. . .


Cossu!

[lena]

First Name:
•Lena Belle•
Last Name:
•McLaughlin•
Age:
•Fifteen•
Appearance:

History:
•Lena Belle McLaughlin is part of a huge Demon Clan. Her father is like THE TOP GUY of a Mafia, except it’s the underworld and not a mafia. Sometimes she wishes that she was a normal witch, like her mother was. Lena Belle is the daughter of a demon, Kirk Daniel McLaughlin and a witch, Pauline Abigail Fender who is now deceased. Lena Belle shares the same mother as her older brother, Ian Daniel McLaughlin. But her older sister, Rosalie McLaughlin, has another mother and half siblings from that mother. Being the youngest child of her father’s known children, Lena Belle feels as if she must prove herself better than her demon father. She wants to embrace the witch in her, just like her sister is attempting. While Lena was a young child, she seen how bad Rosalie reacted to her inner demon and how she tried to embrace the witch in her. Rosalie committed a lot of bad things, but is a steady, good witch working at Beauxbaton’s Rue De Paradis’ Grub Pub. Rosalie was not the only one who had issues dealing with their inner demon. Ian, her brother, chose evil over good because the pull was just too strong. He studied a little bit of magic at Durmstrang but dropped out to study in the Underworld. Rosalie and Lena Belle have not seen Ian since he was fifteen himself. Now that Lena Belle is fifteen, she is making a huge effort to become a good witch and not fall into the path of evil. That is why she has enrolled herself at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Rosalie has promised Lena Belle to help her overcome the urge to become completely evil and will help tutor Lena Belle whenever.•

Personality:
•Lena Belle is extremely shy when she is around guys of all ages, but when she is around girls she isn’t as shy. She can get along better with boys though, because after a while girls start acting childish and catty. Lena Belle isn’t interested in girl fights and such, if someone wants to get physical, go play a sport. That’s Lena Belle’s attitude towards that. But that doesn’t mean that Lena Belle can’t defend herself. Now that she is fifteen she has tapped into her demon powers and if not careful, can hurt someone really bad and they could be in the infirmary for quite a while. Lena Belle is very studious, she loves to read and learn new things. She is very interested in learning Charms and Divination. Rosalie has told Lena Belle all about the campus and Lena is interested in exploring the whole entire campus, including the areas that are prohibited!•

Sample RP:
•Lena pushed open the door to Rosalie’s pub, The Grub Pub, located in Rue de Paradis just near Beauxbaton’s Academy. This was not the first time she had been to the pub, it was her second. And this time she made a real effort to look around in the pub and out the windows. She wanted to see all the stores and buildings lined along the famous Rue De Paradis. The smell of bacon, eggs, toast, porridge, and coffee wafted in the air around her. She walked closer to the bar, looking for her sister. When Rosalie and Lena first met, Rosalie was sixteen and very emotional. Lena was only a little girl and she was very scared of her new half-sister. But as the years went on and Rosalie had training, because she was so messed up, that the two sisters came to love one another. Lena was not Rosalie’s first sister, but second. Rosalie’s mother who was a witch too, had married a warlock and had two girls besides Rosalie. The youngest was born just two years ago. Lena hasn’t met Rosalie’s side of the family, mainly because her mother and step-father think that Rosalie is an insane witch-demon and very harmful.

Lena hopped up on one of the dark oak stools and swept her hand across the bar in front of her. It was smooth, cold feeling and the perfect aged dark oak look. Lena Belle was always into décor, either interior or exterior. Lena wondered if Rosalie remodeled the pub when Rosalie became the owner of it a year or two ago. Lena knocked on the wood a little bit, not to rough though. ”Rosalie! Where are you?” Lena Belle yelled in the direction of the kitchen. Rosalie came out of the kitchen wearing a cute skirt apron that was white and pink. This was something rare; Rosalie would never leave the kitchen wearing that when she had customers. But since she recognized her younger sister’s voice she left the apron on and came in the main room behind the bar. Lena was twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger and smiling. Rosalie smiled back at her and giggled. ”Hey you! Good morning. Did you know that I used to have the same crazy habit as you, the twirling hair around your finger thing.” Rosalie gestured to Lena Belle’s hand and Lena immediately stopped and blushed.

Trying to change the subject, Lena met her sister’s eyes and asked; ”What’s for breakfast, smells yummy!”Rosalie laughed a picked up a fresh clean cloth and rub at the bar. ”You know just because you’re my baby sister, doesn’t mean you can get free food from here.” Rosalie glanced at Lena and then continued, ”Well every once in a while you can, like when the elves serve something nasty, like eel eyes!” Rosalie laughed again. Lena’s eyes grew so wide they looked like they were going to pop out of her head. ”They really serve that?” Lena asked with a disgusted look on her face. Rosalie didn’t answer; instead she went back into the kitchen and came back out with a hot huge plate full of bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, and porridge. Rosalie handed Lena Belle a fresh napkin and clean silverware. ”What would you like to drink? And no throwing out the porridge behind my back. Eat it; I slaved over the stove for you.” Rosalie joked in a semi serious way. Her long blonde hair was swinging behind her as she walked heavily to the cupboard where she stored the glasses. Without hesitation, Rosalie filled the glass with cold milk and handed it to her sister. For some reason, she knew she was going to have to make a huge breakfast for someone special, she just didn’t know who it was until Lena came in. Lena snapped her fingers in front of her sister’s face. She smiled; she didn’t realize until then just how much they resembled each other. Rosalie was tall and blonde and fair skinned. Lena was petite, blonde and fair skinned. It was odd that their brother Ian, Had dark hair and stunning blue eyes.

Rosalie snapped out of her fog and looked at her sister. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response. ”Well…. You were just standing there, looking out at nothing. I’m almost done eating and you weren’t even paying attention to me. I could have told you that I broke into your bank account and stole all of your money!” Lena Belle joked as her sister half smiled and took off the apron. Rosalie hung the apron inside the kitchen on a peg near the door and came back out. Lena guzzled down the milk and shoved her plate forward. ”Done!” Rosalie shook her head in disapproval. ”No ma’am. You may not start that bad habit. When you are finished with your meal here and it’s just me and you, you go to the kitchen and put up the plate, silverware, and glass. I am not, nor will I be, your maid!” Rosalie said as she pointed to the open door behind her. Lena smiled and nodded, she wasn’t going to mess up their cool friendship. So she gathered her things and took them to the kitchen and washed them and placed them back in their rightful places. She glanced up at her sister and mumbled a sweet ”Thank you” and hugged her. •

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[madisonaddams]

First Name: Madison
Last Name: Addams
Age: 16
Appearance: Maddie stands 5'7 in height with long blond hair that's either wavy or curly our straight depending on her mood with hazel eyes that changes from blue, green or brown. Maddie is very slender and has alittle tan into her skin so she's not very pale but she can turn out to be.
History:
Born in by a wealthy family of Stacy and Andrew Addams Madison was born and raised in Paris France were she is currently living. Having a spoiled life Madison dad works for the ministry of magic while her mom is a healer. Madison mother and father met at a dance and it became love at first site they were soon married by the Eiffel tower in Paris. Madison is the youngest out of her three Addams siblings so she was the youngest and the last to go to Beauxbatons Academy. The Addams all been to Beauxbatons and were all sorted into different houses, the Addams are very well known by the city of Paris as well as France.

Madison was born on Dec.31st on a cold wintery day in Paris France. Madison was born and raised in Paris her whole life, her mother went to Beauxbatons while her father went to Hogwarts. Madison was the only sibling out of the Addams siblings that was born in Paris, France. Before Maddie was born her brothers and her parents lived in London but her father got a better offer from the french ministry of magic as a auror. Ever since then they been living in the outskirts of Paris.

Personality: Madison is very clever and very witty although Madison can very emotional at times she tries to be laid back and claim. Madison loves reading as well as doing things and going on adventures. Madison hardly get mad about anything unless there a need to get mad about it. She thinks getting mad is just a waste of her time. Although she is Pure blood Madison doesn't act like a pure blood she is sweet, kind and polite to everyone she meets. Madison is very out-going and very intelligent when it comes to work although she takes a break from work at times to have a little fun. Madison is very shy when she meets new people or when it comes down to boys but once she warms up to you she doesn't shut up.



Sample RP:

Maddie walked down the long corridor sneaking down to the kitchen for a midnight snack seeing how she missed supper cause she was studying. Maddie knew she had to be careful for Sophia her best who was prefect and the other prefects, Heads and Professors. As she fianlly reached the kitchen she sighed in relief. "Whew... that was close!"Maddie thought to herself as she sat down on the stool as house elves came towards her. "Yes I'm quote hungry I missed supper because I was studying, is there anyway I can get something to eat?"Maddie asked them softly. As the house elves nodded and gotten Maddie some food they set it down in front of her. "Oh my gosh, thankyou."said Maddie grabbing a chicken legf and eating it happily.

After she was full she turned to the house elves and smiled. "Thankyou once again, but I must get back before I get caught."said Maddie softly as she headed out the portrait and waved bye at them. Heading back towards the Gryffindor common room she froze in her tracks as she heards the Head Girl and Head Boy walking down the corridor. "Crap, I got to find a place to hide!"Maddie thought to herself as she ran towards the shadows and hid in it. As she hid there for a minute they walked passed her Maddie darted upstairs and after a few minutes reached the Portrait that lead into the Gryffindor common room. " Fairy Lights."Maddie muttered to the portrait as the fat lady said 'what ever you say' in her sleep and swung open.

"Going to bed a bit late are we now?" a familiar voice called out as Maddie froze in her tracks. "Oh crap!" said Maddie softly to herself as she spun around to face her best friend Sophia and smiled. "I was just getting something to eat no biggie."said Maddie shrugging as if it wasn't nothing. "It's a big difference Maddie, you went out pass curfew!"said Sophia sahking her head and sighing. "Oh come on Soph, everyone does it I bet you do it to!"said Maddie smirking. "I do it when I'm on duty yes because I have permission!"said Sophia softly. "So what you still do it."said Maddie crossing her arsm and smiling at Sophia. "Alright fine, I'll give you a warning but no more of it it if you want some food i'll get some for you."said Sophia softly. "Ok deal, now I'm going to bed and so should you Soph."said Maddie softly. Nodding Sophia followed Maddie upstairs to the girls dorm to get some sleep.

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[katylouisa]

First Name:
Claire
Last Name:
Lamoureux
Age:
15
Appearance: Claire is a tall and and slight girl, with flaming red hair that is most often uncontrollable. Brushing somehow doesn't seem to help. It is wavy and very thick. Hanging around Claire you will most definitely find long strands of red hair attached to chairs or random objects, and they, and she, are easily identifiable. She has brown eyes that are sometimes described as being a similar colour to her hair, or maybe that's just the light playing tricks. She has a crescent scar under her left eyebrow, the cause of which she likes to remain mysterious about, telling only a select few, but the funniest thing about it is that it changes location as she grows. It was for a time underneath the hairs of the eyebrow itself.
History: Claire was born in the French speaking part of Switzerland to a single mother of half-blood. Her mother never spoke of Claire's father, at least not to Claire herself. Claire doubts that he was of magical heritage. She and her mother kept mostly to themselves, and lived among muggles, until Claire was five and her mother, Diane, married and Claire aquired a step father and a few years later a little sister Anna. Anna, however, was born after the family moved to Australia when Claire was seven. For the first few years, Claire hated Anna. She stole the attention and was, in Claire's opinion, a royal pain. It also reinforced the ruin of the family Claire had had with just her mother, and of course the closeness. However, the question of Claire's schooling become first and foremost in her mother's mind, even though they had lived among muggles for years, Diana wanted Claire to have a magical schooling, seeing as she had been showing signs of a fantastic witch for some years now. It seemed that Claire's family would be constantly moving around the world, as, albeit much to Anna's protests, the whole family relocated to France so that Claire might attend Beauxbatons.
Personality: Claire can snap very easily. Get on her wrong side, and you'll find yourself argued at, although it takes a lot to get her incredibly angry. She is a great friend, true and loyal and is always a shoulder to cry on. She has an intense moral conscience, and the slightest glimmer of something morally wrong and Claire will be fighting the cause.
She loves to study, and is intent on aquiring the best marks she can that will get her whereever she decides to go in life. Boys can come and go, as she has seen with her mother, but qualifications are there for life. That's not to say she has no interest in boys, and they definitely are interested in her, and yes she has been known to stoop to some flirting occasionally, but the oppositie sex are not her priority. She loves reading, writing and public speaking. Claire has been in a few plays, but she is yet to discover her full potential in acting.
Sample RP:
Claire walked slowly, quietly and unassumingly into the Great Hall of Beauxbatons. All she wanted to do was find some corner somewhere to curl up, wrap her new cloak around her and cuddle her toy koala. Bea had given her Blinky, to rememer Australia by. And boy, was Claire remembering. She tried to discreetly brush a tear from her face, but as she was walking she caught the eye of a cheery brunette surrounded by friends. That tear certainly did not go unnoticed, Claire thought. She wondered if anyone had invented a spell that let you cry without other people seeing. Finding a spare seat, she sank into it and pretended to be looking at the decorations on the walls.

Claire looked up when someone tapped her on the shoulder, right into the face of the bubbly brunette. She swallowed.
"Hi! I'm Claire, and I'm the only person in the room blubbering, aren't I?" That made the girl smile and Claire cheered up. She had an excuse, after all. She had come all the way from Australia.



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[gracesmith]

I`m not some girl that you can sway.
We knew it`d happen eventually.

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gracelynne kayla bown [ grace / gracie ] • seventeen years old • fairy blood
{ the girls from the city of sin. }

PERSONALITY. one look at this girl, and you can immediatly see the fiesty side of her. naturally, grace is a fun-loving, courageous girl who fears little to nothing. growing up with many siblings and with most of them being boys, grace learned to be aggressive when needed. she's very good on her own, and doesn't really need someone there to protect her. she's an independent young girl, and doesn't normally get effected by what people have to say. a motto she lives by is talk shxt, get hit, because she isn't afraid to come back at you with some witty comeback - she's extremely good at getting back at you. she is a girl who is very intelligent, with a lot of sly and cunning thoughts. a lot of people might find her to be a bit cocky, and she kind of is. grace isn't afraid to brag about her accomplishments in life. however, she chooses not to. one thing to know about the girl, is that she is a very talkative person, though at first look, she might seem to be a bit of a prep.

grace is an open person about a lot of things, like sexuality and her past mistakes. however, she doesn't appreciate people who constantly remind her of her mess-ups. sometimes, she can get irritated easily, but normally she's an extremely mello and laid back young girl. she doesnt appreciate suck ups or goody two shoes, she actually finds them to be highly annoying. generally, she isn't scared to stand up for herself, and she can take quite a bit of what others might find to be emotional trauma. there are very little things people can say that put her on the edge. one of the only things that really gets to her now a days is when people bring up her past pregnancy and miscarriage. it's something that isn't sensitive to her anymore, it's just a numbing topic. almost always, does grace have a smile on her face, even when she's in a bad mood, because she doesn't like to bring people down or make them sad. she calls the her "upset" days to be her caution tape days, because she has to be very careful on what she says, because she sometimes does get a bit snappy.

in a way, a lot of people find grace to be a bully - however, the people who say that, are the ones who have been told off by her. she is not afraid to stand up for herself or for someone else. she is known for sticking her neck out for people, even complete strangers. she doesnt expect to be repayed, but she thinks it's paying it forward in a way. though grace normally doesnt give in to the words of a bully, she will move out of her comfort zone to protect someone else's well-being. she's a very confident young girl, so what people say just go right over her, and she ignores it. grace is a tough girl, and messing with her would be a bad idea. she's a fighter when she needs to be, and she most deffinitely wont hesitate to throw the first punch! she'd be willing to risk everything when in a fight, as long as the other person gets put into her place. her brothers always referred to her as the alpha female of the family, even overpowering her own mom. she's a lot like her mother - who is also able to take one for the team. gracelynne got her assertivness from her mother, too.

grace stands out against most girls. a lot of girls worry about hair, boys, and there overall appearence. however, grace just doesn't care. if she wakes up five minutes before the bus, she isn't the type of girl who'll miss it to fix herself. at times, you'll see her come into view with a simple pair of sweats, messed up hair, and either no makeup or a little line of eye liner. she has a lot of respect for herself, and is far from being self consious. actually, she's the exact opposite. unlike most girls, she is deffinitely not a crowed pleaser. she could care less if someone with happy with how she acted or how she dressed that day. for her, looking good isn't the most important thing. she stays true to herself, and isn't one of those attention seekers. she isnt afraid to look herself in the eye and say "god daayum, i'm beautiful", and she's done it before. most of the time, she doesnt need a self-boost, so it isn't necessary.

HISTORY. born with the name of gracelynne michaela bown, on april first. her mother, at the time, was a mythology teacher at hogwarts. while her father worked in the ministry. ambrosa jace bown and marena lynne bown lived in a small town in london, with three boys and one other girl. they had not planned on having grace, and you could call her a mistake, but both parents were happy to have another child on the way. the bown family had always been very centered around there kids, and so both parents took time off of work to enjoy some time with there now even bigger family.

marena bown's leave of absence became quite permenant, however, when a tragic car crash killed there oldest son, gregory bryce bown. gracelynne was only a month old, and too young to understand what happened. however, the entire family felt a major impact of the death. marena was emotionally wrecked for the most part, and committed to being a "soccer-mom", with two other children, both boys, following after gracelynne. for the most part, being surrounded by boys, grace learned a lot about fighting and dealing with situations she wouldnt want to deal with. brighten kayce bown and aiden kyle bown made sure she knew how to protect herself in bad situations with guys and girls alike. she learned how to do karate over the years, and she found a very strange love for playing the guitar and singing.

grace never had trouble making friends over the years - but she spent most of her time with a boy named alex smith, whom ended up to be her best friend from pre-k to her freshman year of regular highschool, since her mother refused to put her into hogwarts after what happened. with most of her time spent with alex, who most deffinitely was a bad influence, grace became a bit of a messed up person. she began to do things behind her mothers back. including drinking, sex, and smoking. all because of some boy who treated her like crap the last few years of them knowing her. as a freshman, her and alex got closer and in the end, gracelynne ended up pregnant. a lot of people talked about what happened even before she knew she was pregnant, with rumours and shxt talkers, however, she was forced to get tested.

she found out and told her mother immedietly. though furious, ambrosa and marena both accepted the fact there daughter was pregnant, and took her out of school. her time was now being spent with alex 24/7. though the last day she saw him, he pushed her down her stairs due to a fight about the future. to an unfortunate note, did grace misscarry. ambrosa and marena both decided on moving gracelynne into another school, because they didn't want to put her through the stress that a lot of the other students would have put her through, though she didn't really care either way.

it was decided soon after that, that both her and her brother, aiden, would come to beauxbatons. so, here she is.

SAMPLE RP. Unlike most days, where she`d be happily engaging in conversation with everyone else, Gracelynne sat against the brick wall beside the school, looking out at the ocean of people. There was nothing exciting about today, even though it was her sixteenth birthday. She`d made it clear to everyone that she wasn`t looking for a crapload of attention. It was a wonderful thing - turning sixteen. Yet at the same time, Grace had been bothered enough with it. Her parents had yet to leave her alone with asking what she wanted or when she wanted her party, if there was to be one. "I want something simple," she said to herself, smiling softly and chuckling. One of the boys to her right looked over at her, tilting his head curiously. "I`m sorry, that wasn`t to you." she told him gently, standing up and brushing off her butt, before turning away from the boy. She fixed her white button down, straightening it out so it didn`t look so wrinkly - though she didn`t really care. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she turned towards her small group of friends. Waving a gentle hand, before stepping forward. "Hia guys," she greeted, "I`m riding out alone this afternoon. Anyone up for a trail ride?" her friends turned to her with smiles on there faces. Her friend Ginger nodded and raised her hand, "I`m up for it!" the girl replied. "I am, too!" chimed in one of the boys.

Grace was an amazing horseback rider - and not many of her friends could beat her - especially when it came to trail riding. Her horse, Emmure, was one of the best loose-reign horses out there. And when the two were together, they were absolutely amazing. The girl felt alive when she was riding the horse - she felt so at home. With another sign, she turned away from her friends. "Great! I`ll be riding out at four. Though, I`m assuming you`d need to get there earlier, to tack up and stuff. I`m not gonna wait up for you guys, either." everyone found her seriousness amusing, and in a way, so did Grace. With a nod of her head, she pushed some wavy locks out of her face and started walking towards the school. Leaning against the frame of the door, Jonah Robinson looked in her dirrection. Normally, if it were anyone else, Grace wouldn`t be mentally loosing her cool. However, this was Jonah. "Heey there, buddy!" she said with a wave, stopping next to him. He smirked at her, shook his head and looked away. She always got winded when he paid attention to her. And she appreciated it dearly. Though she didnt normally care about what people thought, if Jonah didn`t like it, neither did she. Normally not a follower, she got a kick out of herself when around the boy, whose popular status didn`t match her geekiness.

{ hope it's okay. <3 }

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[aislin farraday]

First Name: Aislin - pronounced ASH lin
Last Name: Farraday
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: Aislin looks nothing like the rest of her family who are all have either silvery blonde hair or strawberry blonde hair. Instead, Aislin is tall, slender and brunette. Her hair is almost chocolate brown and has natural highlights from over exposure to the sun and falls lifelessly down to her middle back. Aislin has moderately pale skin with a pinkish undertone and is forever wishing that she had darker skin, even if it were just one shade darker than her natural colour. Her big brown eyes are probably her most prominent feature and have a certain warmness to them which suit her gentle nature. Aislin, being of Irish and elfish descent, has small freckles plastered all over her body and, due to her ghostly pale colouring, their visibility is intensified. The girl usually forgets to eat, not because she feels that she needs to lose weight, but because she’s very forgetful, so she is quite slim and bony in places, but no to the extent that she looks as though she is a stick.

History: Being of Elven – Blood, Aislin always had an advantage whilst playing games with her neighbours. Games like hide – and – go – seek and ‘chasies’ were fun for the young girl in small doses, but because she was able to hear and sense things a lot better than her childhood friends, games like these became a little tedious over time. Aislin was an only child, and so, was only ever able to play a fair game when her cousins came to visit which was sadly, very irregular. However, when they did visit for either birthdays or Christmas holidays, Aislin was able to use her senses without becoming bored or guilty for having an unfair advantage.

Being an only child was quite difficult and boring for Aislin. Her parents were always too busy for her and after time, her neighbourhood friends began to grow annoyed with Aislins constant victories in games and such. This made her thoroughly agrovated with their feelings towards her. HOW DARE THEY?! Fortunately, when Aislin was nearly six, her mother gave birth to a baby brother, filling the young elf with happiness. Finally, after so many years of boredom, Aislin would have the chance to play with another person (or elf) with similar abilities and enjoyments. As soon as her brother, who had been named Nyben after their great grandfather, was old enough, they played together for hours on end, had an amazing relationship where they were able to tell each other absolutely anything and were so happy all of the time, that it seemed nothing could tear them apart. Nothing except for the most unfortunate event imaginable…

Nyben died in a car accident the night before his tenth birthday, rendering Aislin in an awful position. Had he been in a vehicle with an elf, Nyben would have been absolutely fine and safe with his mother, father and Aislin. Unfortunately for the young boy, he had been in the car with a human with normal human senses after attending a friends’ birthday party. Aislin did not function properly for almost six months and was sent home from Beauxbatons during this time in order for some emotional healing to take place.

Personality: Aislin is a fun, loving and gentle girl, who loves to paint, draw and sing. She has never been very tidy, and almost always has a messy room or dorm regardless of how much she tries to keep it clean and bearable. On top of never being tidy, Aislin, when made cross, will maintain this grumpiness with a person for weeks on end!

Aislin has a lot of trouble appologising for things when she is in the wrong, even though she would rather be in a peaceful environment! She hates arguing and would like to be friends with practically everyone if it were possible. Unfortunately, her pride can get the better of her.

The girl is painfully quiet when around new people. She gets so anxious that her hands shake and her voice trembles. When. She enjoys drama, painting and listens to music religiously.

Sample RP: This is from another Hogwarts Site (:

tahnee!? Looking right ahead of her, Tahnee was surprised to find another student in her presence. At first the girl was confused, wondering why on earth a student would be in the forbidden forest so early in the morning. However, this changed when she suddenly realised who this girl actually was. Standing directly in front of her was Nicole Bailey, a lovely girl whom Tahnee had met a few times through her father and his obsession with Muggles. Rolf Scamander, famous herbologist, had always held a soft spot for the unmagical world and would take his family on regular outings for pure enjoyment. Tahnee was quite happy to experience the Muggle life and was especially intrigued by people on long floating boards in the water. Most of the people taking part in this activity were able to ride upon waves without falling off of the structure which held them above the water. It was absolutely amazing what Muggles were able to do, in Tahnee’s opinion.

She grinned at her old friend and bounded up to her excitedly. Tahnee had always been energetic regardless of the time of day and today was no exception. ”Yeah! It’s Tahnee!” the girl replied merrily, her blue eyes sparkling in the morning light which had exposed itself through the gaps in between the tree’s leaves. In this light her bright red hair was even more outrageously coloured than usual and could quite easily have the potential to make people avert their eyes. In fact, occasionally when her hair was as bright as this whilst in the Hogwarts grounds, passing students would tell her to put a hat on so that its brightness didn’t scar their eyes. When moments like these took place, however, Tahnee would retort with, ”Buy some sunglasses and wear them if your eyes are so affected by my hair!” She hated it when she was teased for having red hair.

”How have you been?! I haven’t seen or spoken to you in ages!” Tahnee continued smiling and was shortly hit with an important realisation; she had no idea that Nicole even attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! "What on earth are you doing at Hogwarts?! I had no idea you came here… That’s so cooooool!" The now overly lively and enthusiastic girl was practically jumping up and down with joy, glad that her friend was here with her of all places.

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[vicky]

name: Victorie
last name: Evans-smith
age: 16
appearance: victorie has brown curly hair that falls naturally into place she has grey/blue eyes which shows her purity and wisdom to what she already knows. she has one tattoo of star on her wrist to represent her late mother and how she will never be forgotten.

History: born on the 25th april in paris, france to Maria Ann Evans and Daniel Ted Smith. victorie is a pure-blood and has one older brother named louis. she is part-french from her mothers side and has moved there just recently following the death to her mother, since her mother died she has always felt different from her family she knew she was a witch but she felt like their was somehting more to her. when she got her letter from breauxbatons she was over the moon and couldnt wait to tell her farther, but when her farther saw the letter he banned her from going. since her mother died so did the magic and her farther thought that if she went she would find out more about her mothers history and death. from hearing her farther say no she decided to run away and join beauxbaton's without her fathers concent, from arriving at beauxbatons he knew she was home and had already made new friends. she also started to learn about her family and how she has inherited the mermaid blood from her mother as she is the first only girl born. from learning this she has found out information on what her blood can do, what makes her blood group so special and she is finiding out why her farther never told her about it. she is now in her 6th year and is still finding answers she has help from her friends but they do not see the point in finding all of this information as they are all of the same blood group. from running away she has made no contact with her dad but sceretly writes to her brother louis telling him what she has found, she has one more year to go before she leaves beauxbatons and she doesnt have her life planned out like the rest of her friends.

Personality: Vicotire is of many personalities but she is mostly caring and creative. she has only ever once shouted at someone and that was for bullying a first year and from this she even hexed them. she is always caring towards people and animals as she can realte to everyone. she helps people with her words or widsom, adcive and her presence or being there. when she is not helping people you can find her drawing the landscape from her bedroom window or down in the perfromance hall singing or improvising, she finds doing all of these activities help her escape from the real world and be who she wants to be. she can be clumsy and ditzy at times but she means well. she finds it hard chatting to boys as she feels like everything she says is wrong, when she acts with them she feels confident as she knows whatever they say they dnt mean it but when she isnt acting with them, her confidence stops and she feels alone. she has had a few boys ask her out but she has declined them not becuase she doesnt like them but becuase she doesnt know how to act around them.

Sample RP: (walk to centre stage) "um adam are you sure you want to do this" adam looks at victorie and she feels a shudder go through her she has liked adam for ages but she never knows how to act around him "vic you will be fine" she loves it when adam says 'vic' as she feels more confidence grow inside her than ever before "ok when your ready" the techer says victorie felt a shock she completey forgot that she was in class with everyone else, whenver she looks at adam she forget everyone else around her and can only see him. as she stood in the middle of the stage she was trying to remember her topic for today lesson 'right what am i suppose to do again?' she thought then she remembered improvisation. she loved this topic as she could be whoever she wanted to be, there were no rules for improvisation whatever was said goes and that what victorie loved most about it, she could tell any guy she liked them and they wouldnt know whether she was acting or not. as she stood in the middle of the stage she was wating for adam, he is suppose to start the scene. as victorie stands there she starts to feel a sudden presence of someone behind her she turns around and adam is there placing his arms around her waist already in character. "look at the moon and stars" adam starts victorie suddenly realises he begun and quickly thinks of something to say "yes arent they magical" she replies "do you mind telling me how they are magaical vic?" "well just look at them i mean everytime i look at the stars i just dont see stars i fell them, i create a connection with the stars and i feel like they talk to me just the same way i talk to you" as he clutches her tighter to his body victorie feels liked she has morphed into oner person with adam and that no matter what nothing can break them apart "you know victoire there has been something that i always wanted to tell you" "oh really whats that?" she replies looking confused. she start to turn her body round and faces adam head on even though he taller than her "well.....um.....you see....um" he replies looking down at her she looks into his eyes and see compassion leaping out from them 'if only we could be like this for real' she thought "i.. never reallly.. said this to a girl before but....." "yes" she replies with urrgency in her voice "Victorie Anastasie Evans-Smith ever since i looked at youu i knew you were the one girl for me, the way you act and just be yourlsef is utterly amazing no one has a that gift like you. the way you treat people is completely different you dont shrug them off to someone else youu sit down and listen to their problems even if they stupid ones, and if you have problems of your own you never disturb anyone in telling them you keep it to yourslef and carry on as if it a bump in the road even though it could be life changing for you. so what i'm trying to say is i..i..i" he stops for a breath victorie then realise that she is clutching onto his chest with full grip and she has tears streaming down her face from his speech becuase what he said was true she never shrug people off and would always find a way to help them even if it was stupid, she would never tell someone about her problems no matter how big as she always thought that her problems are silly compared to other peoples problems. as she looked into adams eyes she could seenot only compassion pouring out from them but love and truth. "i... i love you victorie. i have never said that to anyone el...." before he could finish his line victorie got on her tiptoes and kissed him, she didn't know why she did it she just did as she stood there all she could hear was her heart beating madly in her chest trying to break free. both never pulled away from that kiss and from then on victorie knew adam was her one true love.

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[moncoeur]

{You know i am glamourous,
you know my life is better than yours.}


First Name: Blair
Last Name: Dupons
Nickname: Queen B

Age: 14
Height: 5'6
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Hazel

Patronus: Unicorn
Ethnicity: French
Race: Pureblood
Languages: French & English




History: Blair was born in the center of France known as Paris on Ocotober 30th. Her mother’s name is Marie Dupons and her dad is named Jaques Dupons.When her parents were 19 they got married and her mom got pregnant with Blair's oldest sister Maureine.Marie and Jaques opened their own hair dresser salon to have money for the baby.At first they didnt seem to be too succesfull but with the birth of the second daughter Lorelai their career seemed to florish.

This way Blair never got to experience the poor part of her parents life.When she was born they already were well known and most celebrities went to them.Together with her sisters Blair enjoys a life of pure luxury. They dont care about money,they only care about designer labels and parties.Thanks to the parents they lived a life without worries.At the age of 10 Blair got her first pair of high heels.Her whole childhood was mostly about looking good and being the best at everything.

Up til now she got homeschooled. Blair doesnt know anything about giving.All she did was take all the time.Her parents never complained and there were no rules at home.Thats exactly why the girl is sent to Beauxbatons now.Making friends and finding love.Finding someone to teach her about being nice to people without thinking about her own advantages.With her fourteen years the brunette had had many boyfriends but nothing serious.

Personality:Blair is the typical beauty. She has big, dark eyes and chocolate brown wavy hair that swings when she walks.Blair is tall and has a slim figure.Without her noticing her hips swing a little when she walks and you would think she had veela blood when she looks at you.Whenever its summer she gets her tan because pale skin is something the girl cant stand. Blair is described by her sister as caring, sweet but still a bad girl. She is wild and somtimes complicated. She’s really smart but if she has no motivation the girl doesnt care too much. She always gets what she wants and doesnt have a problem with using others for it but if you make real friends with her she will be by your side forever.She is very glamourous and knows about her influence on guys.

Make up ,fashion and boys are the subjects the 14 year old is the most interesred in.Whenever some guy passes by she finds handsome she isnt shy and flirts very often.Blair knows that she is good looking and uses it for everything.

Sample RP:

Standing in front of the mirror a smile spreads on the brunettes face.She really looked good today.Thanks to her das she had just gotten this beautiful royal blue short dress and it fitted her perfectly.Okay wait,everything did.After all she was Blair Dupons.Today was a special day she would be leaving home to go to Beauxbatons.Seriously being away from home and her family scared her a little but she didnt admit nit.No way.It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining through her window.Just the right time to start a new life.

Looking at her large white princess bed the girl sighed a little.Being homeschooled had been easy but what would it be like with so many other people? Seriously if there were any unfashinable people at this school Blair would freak out.If there was something she couldnt stand it was unfashionable people.Looking at them hurt her eyes.But well,maybe there were some cute guys? That would be awesome.Of course the brunnette wouldnt carry her suticases on her own,what were guys there for?Hopefully there wouldnt be dorks or nerds.Ugh,noo.These people werent her type.

Putting on her large white head the girl took her sunglasses and her huge pink suitcase ready to leave the room.One last look and she closed the door to the room that had been her home for so many years. Let the new life begin with all its ups and downs.Blair wad growing up and Beauxbatons should help her with it.Hopefully her parents wouldnt cut her money.That would be terrible.A girl like Blair needed her luxury and what 14 year old did earn own money?

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[jaidenbeaumont]

First Name: Jaiden
Last Name: Beaumont
Age: 15

Appearance:

Hair: Black, curly
Eyes: Dark green
Height: 6' 1''
Build: Muscular

Personality:
Jaiden is easy to get along guy. He likes to meet new people and have fun. Jai, doesn't take life too seriously at the moment because all he cares about is making friends and taking risks. Although, he is a free spirit, he tries hard to prove his father that he is worthy of being the Beaumont heir. It's not easy, but Jai doesn't show it because he does not like showing his feelings. He thinks that showing his emotions will categorize him as weak and he's not weak. Still, even through all the pressure his family places on him, Jaiden is always smiling, that is the one thing that will never fail. He is a naturally happy person, unless certain - unworthy - people speak to him.


History:
Jaiden was born to Nicholai Beaumont and Millena Beaumont (nee. Lexington). He is the middle child and only boy in the family. He has four sisters: Anastasia (age; 19), Belle (age; 17), Charlotte (age; 13), and Megan (age; 4). They live in Spain, although they are all from France. Jai's father has a broom company in France so it makes it convenient to live there.

At an early age, Jaiden was taught to behave like a pure-blood and express his family's wealth. Since, he is the only male offspring of his father, there is a lot of pressure on his to take up the family company and be the sole Beaumont heir. Jaiden didn't understand that when he was younger. He always believed that he was better than anyone else. As he got older, Jai understood the differences between pure-bloods and muggleborns. He had to learn it the hard way.

When he was seven years old, he had a friend, Emily and didn't know she was muggleborn because she had magic. They were the best of friends until one day, Jai's father forbid him to speak to Emily because she dirty blood. Jai, was confused and went against his father's wishes because it was just absurd to lose a friend over blood status. One day, Emily's father (a wizard) came to school and caught Jai giving her a kiss in the cheek. As innocent as the act was, her father didn't take it like that and almost attacked Jai. Luckily, his father was close and defended him. That's when his father told him that muggleborns were evil and jealous of full blooded wizards. Still shaken up, Jaiden believed his father and never trusted a muggleborn again.

To this day, Jaiden hasn't spoken to a muggleborn. He hates the thought of one getting close to him or even looking at him. He has no problem with half-bloods, but muggleborns are just a big no for him. His father is proud of him for thinking like that, so is his mother. The only thing that aren't proud of is Jaiden's way of being. He is too liberal and "goofy" like his father says. Jai doesn't care and does what he thinks is fun or whatever he's okay with.

Sample RP:
Jaiden smiled when he saw the carriages that would be hauled by the white flying horses. He couldn't wait to get to school and start the fun and jokes. Summer felt too long, especially on those days his father took him to the company. He introduced him to everyone there and Jaiden saw the pride his father's eyes held whenever he would tell people that he was the one that would take over the family business one day. Sure, it made Jai proud of himself, but sometimes he doubted he wanted to take over the company. He wanted to have fun, not cooped up in an office the whole day, signing papers. That just wasn't him.

He looked down when he felt something tug at his jeans. Big, green eyes met his dark ones, his little sister Megan gave him a curios look as if telling him if he was going to leave. Jai nodded his head and saw tears swell up in her eyes. Every year it was like this, she would cry and tell him to stay, but he knew that one day she would understand this. One day, she will go to Beauxbatons and grow to love it just as much as he does.

"I have to go." he said, softly. He picked the little girl up and hugged her.
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He walked over to his parents and handed his sister to his mom. "I'll Owl you when I get there." he said and began to walk away.

Jaiden glanced one more time at his family and waved. His mother had a smile, just like his sisters and his father had the "look". Jaiden knew perfectly well what that look meant. It meant to stay out of trouble and get good grades. The fifteen year old just waved, not promising anything. Trouble was something that he didn't go looking around for, it always kept finding him.

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