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[sunny]

wip (:

FIRST NAME: effie

MIDDLE NAME: falisity

LAST NAME: saint

AGE: sixteen

BIRTHDAY: may 7th 1992

BLOOD: mixed; seer & veela

APPEARANCE: bella thorne


FAMILY:

katherine saint-grant . mom . veela . 36 .
david grant . step-dad . pure . 38 .


william saint . dad . seer . 38 .
lea taylor-saint . step-mom . muggle . 28 .


emily saint . sibling . veela/seer . 16 . twin .
hanna saint . sibling . muggle . 5 . adopted

HISTORY:

LOVE IS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW WHAT CONSCIENCE IS.

Katherine and William met at a dinner party for a mutual friend when they were around sixteen. They were set up on a blind date and were forced to sit next to each other the whole evening. At first Katherine thought of William as egotistical, obnoxious, and vain though after some time she began to fall for his "charming" ways. The two dated for a couple of years until Katherine turned nineteen and became pregnant with twins. William stepped up to the plate and married Katherine before the children were born. At first when William has asked her to marry him she was a little on edge. She was so young and even so she did love him with all her heart she wasn't sure if he was just going to marry her for the children or if it was really something he wanted to do. For a while she kept putting off answering him until she was completely sure. They had a beautiful, but small wedding in Venice, Italy; the one place the two had wanted to live since forever. When the twins came into their lives they both named them after their mothers and it seemed their lives were complete. They had love, a wonderful marriage, and two beautiful twin daughters. What more could one ask for?

BEING BORN IS LIKE BEING KIDNAPPED AND THEN SOLD INTO SLAVERY.
childhood

GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER.
early teens

MANY A GOOD HANGING PREVENTS A BAD MARRIAGE.
parents divorce

LET NO SUCH MAN BE TRUSTED
parents remarry

NOW IS THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT.
later teens

I WAS ADOPED ONCE TOO.
dad and step-mom adopt hanna

O, HAD I BUT FOLLOWED THE ARTS!
accepted into beauxbaton academy

PERSONALITY:

SAMPLE RP:
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[szabina]

First Name: Zsabina
Last Name: Mero
Age: 15

Appearance: Zsabina has long dark, burnt orange hair. She wears it in its natural loose wavy form, unless there is a special occasion occurring, then she will straighten it. Her large doe eyes resemble dark sapphires and are framed with full, long eyelashes. She has a tattoo of a tiger from her temple to the middle of her cheek, in honor of her Animagus mother. She also inherited her mother's shortness, standing only five feet tall.

History: She was the third child born in Budapest, Hungary, to pure bloods, Zsofia and Geza Mero. Her parents were arranged to be married when they were just children. As they were forced to grow up together, they came to love each other dearly and contentedly awaited their wedding day. Unfortunately, four years after her final pregnancy giving birth to twins, Zsabina and then Aniko, Zsofia was killed in a freak accident during a vacation to Romania. Zsabina has an older brother, Elek (19), and an older sister, Eva (17). Aniko, the younger twin, and Zsabina have been partners in crime since either can remember. They did almost everything together and loved getting into trouble. On Zsabina's thirteenth birthday, Elek took her to a friend of his to get a tattoo of a tiger in honor of their deceased mother. Other than losing her mother at a young age, she lived a fairly normal childhood. Her father taught her twin and herself how to fly, read, and even sing at young age to try and help cope with the loss of their mother. At home, they learned to read, write and speak in Hungarian and English. All four children went on to briefly study a third language. Zsabina and Aniko temporarily studied French.

Personality: Zsabina could be considered to be a typical Hungarian woman. She is extremely opinionated and outspoken. She's been called 'crazy' on several occasions by friends and family. One of her favorite hobbies is addressing the 'elephant in the room.' She prides herself on her intelligence and wit, but also her yearning to create an equal world for all. She cares not of what other people think of her, but she is quick to defend close friends or family. It would be a grave mistake to make an enemy of her. She is always seen with a book in hand reading, or notebook and pen at an arm's length in case she is inspired to write something. Her life long dream is to become a famous author. She loves meeting new people and goes out of her way to talk to and befriend strangers. Although she may act like a very independent and self-sufficient person; she is a hopeless romantic who just wants to be cared for and pampered every once in a while.

Sample RP:
A plate grazed the side of her head as she ducked out of the way. The fine china met the wall noisily and shattered into a million pieces, raining down upon the wooden floor.

"Niko! That was one of Dad's favorite china plates! Do you know how freaking expensive that was? You're being outrageous!" Zsabina shouted.

"Outrageous?! OUTRAGEOUS?!?! How could you say that after what you- I can't believe you would do this to me and then brush it off as if it was nothing!" Aniko shrieked, sounding similar to a harpy.

Zsabina couldn't help but snicker to herself over her twin's melodramatics. She hadn't done anything too horrible, though Aniko was acting as if Zsabina had stolen her boyfriend and then cursed her or something. Another plate skimmed her arm as Aniko continued to storm around the room in a blind rage. At that very moment, the old willow door creaked open, and Eva poked her head in cautiously.

"Is everything okay in here?..."

"GET OUT!" Aniko screeched back at her.

Eva withdrew herself from the scene quickly, and shut the door abruptly behind her. She knew better than to get involved with one of the twins arguments. Zsabina stood there akimbo and sighed. She had already grown bored with her sister's temper tantrum and wished she would just fermez la bouche. Aniko had yet to calm down; her nostrils were still flaring and her teeth were clenched in a very animalistic way.

A few more pieces of fine china flew by Zsabina as she tried to refrain from going off on her sister. Aniko had every right to be mad, but like usual, she was blowing it way out of proportion. Zsabina admitted that she did that same thing. Their father told them that their excessive emotions probably had to do with how early life experiences had influenced them. It was his sugar coated way of saying that they had anger management issues because they lost their mother a young age.

"I swear I could kill you right now," Aniko growled.

"Oh, sister dearest, you're not thinking clearly. Why don't you sit down and have some water?" Zsabina grinned.

The arrogance in her sister's voice set Aniko off on another tangent. She tried to charge at her, but Zsabina suspected her move and gripped her shoulders tightly and forced her into the nearest chair. She leaned in close and began a staring contest with her. Aniko noticed that Zsabina's patience was wearing thin and anger was starting to bubble up inside her.

"Listen. It was an accident. You don't want me to tell Dad you broke his china, do you? No? Good. I won't. I'll fix the plates and I'll even buy you a new freaking cloak. I'm sorry I ripped it. Are we even now, and are you done 'trying' to kill me?" Zsabina spoke calmly all in one breath.

"Of course! Why didn't you just say that in the first place? Ooh, what kind of cloak are you going to buy me? Can it be blue? And velvet? I've always wanted a velvet one," Aniko beamed and threw her arms around her sister's neck.

"Whatever you would like, Niko..." Zsabina sighed, mentally slapping her forehead.

ROUERIE!

[saphirebrant14]

First name: Saphire
Last name: Brant
Age: 14
Appearance: Saphire has light brown hair that is slightly wavy and falls to the middle of her back. She hardly ever wears it pulled back and has quite recently gotten some golden blond streaks put in it. She has stormy grey eyes that at times appear to be blue, and a slightly pale complection.

History:Saphire was born into a small family on July 12, 1996, two and a half years younger than her older sister Scarrlet. They grew up together with their uncle and cousin after the death of their parents. They both are half bloods, and Saphire has grown used to the idea that not everyone is willing to accept that. She had grown up in the French countryside and very much enjoyed the peace which accompanied that. She has always helped her sister when needed and when she could and her sister returned the favor. She was always proud of who she was and still remains that way.

Personality: She is kind and considerate of others, and rather helpful, but she adopted her father's temper so she is set off rather easily. She has always been a very good friend and is very trustworthy and will die before she will betray that trust. She is brave, if slightly obnoxious at times, and immensely loyal.

Sample RP:
Saphire had just awoken to see the bright sun shining through her open window. It was nearing the end of summer vacation and in turn, nearing her mother's death day as well. She knew that Scarrlet would be gone that day in order to prepare and was eager to get out and explore for a bit before helping. She quickly got up and made her bed before showering and dressing in a lilac summer dress and a pair of silver-coloured sandles. She walked downstairs, greeting her sister happily before sitting to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, she helped to wash the dishes up before taking off to explore the now-well known area. She smiled brightly and walked towards the creek near the hose to watch the water run before walking across the roots that went from one bank to the other as sort of a brdge. She looked around when she finally got onto the other bank and then hearded off in a random direction to explore.

First you'll need to change your username to your Character's name. Your personality needs to be at least a paragraph long and show more of her interests whether they are artistic, studious, and etc. Lastly your RP sample needs to be 3 paragraphs long. Update these and I'll sort you then.

[marymoon]

Name: Mary
Last: Moon
Age: 17
Appearance:


History - Mary was born in the middle of Scottland with her poor clockmaker father. Her mother was a witch who was burned at the stake. Mary doesn't have a single memory of her mother, but only the perilous journey's her father talks about, by which they were able to have Mary. Mary had never been to school, but had always been able to write since the age of four, while reading various fantasy books. Mary's father grew morose and feeble and soon dying of unknown causes. This put Mary in a state of numbness. "Where do I go?" "What must I endure?" - Mary was transfered over to London with her Aunt Zilch who was a muggle but fascinated with the wizarding world. The bond was not horrible between Mary and her Aunt. Mary thought Zilch began to entrued in her personal space, after Her Aunts constant questions on how it felt to be part witch. As a matter of fact, Mary never thought about truly being a WITCH untill her Aunt brought it up so frequently. It sure hand't come with any responsibilities Mary hoped! Yet Mary knew not that she would soon begin a new chapter. Life hadn't all been what she thought it would turn to be.... Perhaps, a widow or a wench of somesort.

Not after long Mary recieved a letter in the mail. Aunt Zilch in extreme excitement "It's for you, Mary! Open, for heaven sakes!". As Mary began to open the letter tears began to run from her face, she somehow knew it was coming. That being a witch HAD come with some type of responsibility. She read it out-loud with anticipation, she was accepted into The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic! Mary had now been hysterical with tears at that moment, knowing she had a purpose in this world. There was a plan to fufill this brilliant girl's destiny....

Personality - Mary is quite a brilliant girl who loves to constantly learn. Not ever having a chance to be enrolled in a public school had pierced her for many years. If there would be one word to describe Mary that would have to be BRAVERY or Courage. She is a woman of great strength with experiencing many hardships, has shaped her whimsical character. Mary is one to seek out the good in every person and Adventure that life brings forth. People would always question, "Is Mary seeking out danger again?", though this is the exact opposite in most of Mary's situations. The danger and death gripping moments always try to seek her out, and try to get her in deaths lusting grasp. But it is truly what Mary lives for, each moment of life is the shaping of who she is. Whether it be fear, discouragement, fate or death. LOVE surely conqures all and will thrive in the end. Mary dreams of a life of constant growing, nothing ENDS, only New Beginnings and New Chapters. Oh! And from time to time Mary does enjoy a clever joke.

ADVENTURE - COURAGE - LOVE

Sample RP - Mary began to gander far off into the Beauxbaton Gardens not paying particularly any attention to pupils. She sat down on a bed of moss just under a willow tree enjoying the slight breeze. The melancholy willow waved it's branches back and forth in sort of a hypnotic movement. Mary began to sink her fingers within the lush dirt that was by the tree and suddenly not to far down she hit a leather surface...

Mary began to budge her fingers around a bit, while pulling out the surrounding dirt and unmasking the leather satchel book. She thought to open it of course, but truly what business had it purposed to Mary. Maybe someone possibly was hiding it for secret purposes or perhaps a love diary. All this began to overwhelm Mary and she thought once more "But how weird is it that such a nice book be buried in the ground?!" - So Mary reluctantly yet enticingly began to open the satchel .

A curious shaking began under the dirt and Mary began to shake as well when suddenly cracks through the ground began to split. All at once a worty hand broke havic through the crevis of the ground. Mary, stunned and silent as a mouse a second hand reaches out pulling itself out of the ground and unmasking itself, which had been equivalent to some kind of green gargoyle.
"WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE SNOOPING IN DOCUMENTS THAT AREN'T YOURS HALF-BLOOD!" - Mary stood there shocked but managed to crack a smile and Mary said,
"But, why must it --"
"ENOUGH!" the green creature snarled and snatched the book quickly and dematerialized back into the earth. Mary was shocked that nobody else had seen this event, but Mary was still curious on why such an important document would be only 2 inches beneath the ground! As Mary thought before it shouldn't be in her best intrest, class was starting soon....

Watch out on your spelling for future reference. ROUERIE!

[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 beauxbatons 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 victorie decided to run away and join beauxbaton's without her fathers concent. From arriving at beauxbatons victorie 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 of widsom/advice and her presence of being there listening to them. 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 don't mean it but when she isn't acting, 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: (walks 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, whenever 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 was 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 see not 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.

Watch out for case sensitivity, spelling, and grammar. COSSU!

[piperjenson]

Name: Piper Jenson

Date of Birth: April 25th, 1997

Place of Birth: Paris, France

Languages: English, French.

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Patronus: Owl

Appearance: Piper has long, curly, dirty blonde hair. She's got a fair complexion, freckles and baby blue eyes. She is a bit small for her age, but not too small. Her exact height is 5 feet 4 inches.

History: Piper was born and raised to Muggle parents Henri and Marielle in a small Paris. They had raised her in the English language, but had begun teaching her French at a young age. Once she turned 7, her mother died in a terrible car accident, leaving her father to watch over her. Growing up, she was a gorgeous child, very unique and very adventurous. She grew up to be just like her mother, but she had her father's high self-confidence. When her magical abilities began to show, her father got worried and decided to keep a close eye on her.

Everything finally started to fall into place when a professor from Beauxbatons showed up at their home in France during the summer saying that Piper was a witch, who would soon be attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality: Piper is a sweet and gentle girl, with a big love of adventure, literacy, and magic. She has always gotten the highest of marks at school and loves to study. She can be very shy, but after getting to know people, she soon opens up. She has a great sense of humor, loves pulling pranks on people, and has inherited her father's bravery, as well as her mother's good looks. She has sort of an air of happiness and comfort when you're around her, so it's not hard to like her. She loves people, animals, and even magical creatures, or any living thing. She is not that hard to befriend - just saying "Hi" will do the trick!

Sample RP:

Piper darted out of her house, across the flower-patched field, and into the forest ahead. She needed time to think. Piper always came into the forest behind her home when she needed to be alone, and this was one of those times.

Her dress flowed behind her as she ran deeper and deeper into the woods, her hair flying into her worried face as she looked back, making sure nobody followed her into her hiding spot. She leaped over fallen trees and rocks that were in her way, and zig-zagged through the trees, searching for the clearing she always went to.

And there it was, dead ahead. Piper sprinted towards it, until she finally reached it. She came to a halt, and walked in. The sun gleaming through the branches of leaves above, glinting on her silver, heart-shaped locket whenever she walked into it. Slowly, she made her way over to a large rock and sat down, her white dress now stained with slashes from where the branches had hit her, her feet covered in dirt.

"I can't believe this is happening..." she thought to herself, "I wonder, is that Professor really telling me the truth when she says I am a witch?"

She was absolutely fascinated, but a bit scared at the same time. If the Professor really was also a witch, Piper would be leaving in one month to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her world was spinning.

Next thing she knows, it is her first day at Beauxbatons, and she is now waiting patiently to be sorted into her House, praying that she would fit in.

ROUERIE!

[omar]

First Name: Omar
Last Name: Dubois
Age: 15
Appearance: Omar has mocha colored skin, a mix between the Haitian blood of his father and french ivory from his mother. His hair is something of embarrassment for his aristocratic mother as he keeps it in soft short dread locks. His hair, like his complexion, is auburn. However from his mother he inherited strikingly crystal blue eyes. He is usually seen sporting large headphones over his ear or around his neck.

History: Omar was born under a strange star. His mother was the sole inheritor of his grandfathers high-end Perfume company based out of Paris. However, his mother Adele, wanted nothing to do with the family business. Instead she studied Medicine at Montpellier and eventually joined a humanitarian organization which led her to the most unlikely of places for a french bourgeois.. Haiti. While in Haiti working with the locals, Adele encountered a strangely enchanting man... David. David was a local Haitian and unknown to the young Adele a prominent young Wizard withing the small magical community of the Caribbean. Due to his own families economic struggles he was unable to afford any classical training in magic.

At the end of her volunteer time Adele found it hard to break away from her new love interest, David. As well, she was after 4 years in Haiti, with child. Adele's father was furious with the news and refused the son that Adele was growing inside of her. The status of the his name could not be ruined by her and her 'loose' actions with this 'savage'. Because of this, Adele refused to go home and stayed for many years in Haiti, married David, and had her only son, Omar.

Omar grew up poor, like his father and his mother had lived. They got by and he received one of the best educations that Port-au-Prince could offer. Adele had received a permanent position at a hospital and his father ran a fishing charter in the Bay. Things seems as happy as possibly for this humble family. David, never telling his wife nor his son of his magical abilities and heritage.

In 2010 the worst would happen. A magnitude 7 earthquake would hit Haiti when Omar was only ten years old. His mother was working in the hospital when the building collapsed on her. He sat in school, crouched under hsi desk with the rest of the students, the girl next to him was crying. The teacher was no where to be seen and the students were hysterical. He closed his eyes, pretending to be anywhere else, and thats when he felt his father next to him, whispering in his ear that everything was going to be all right. He kept his eyes slammed shut, trying to pretend he was somewhere else, anywhere else. And then, he felt it.. His stomach dropped down somewhere below his feet, a pressure was closing in from all around him and his head was spinning. Was this what death felt like? He dared not open his eyes.

When the spinning finally stopped, he peaked. He was just inside the gate of a large townhouse, in the middle of the night. He was not home. He was not in Haiti but instead, unknown to him, had been disapparated to his grandfathers home in Paris, alive.

For the next year his grandfather raised him without want or love. He hated the b**tard child that had ruined his family. He hated that Omar looked so much like David. He let the boy go to school, and take private lessons at home to improve his 'savage' version of French. His grandfather even made him give up his last name, and take that of a 'proper family' instead insisting on the boy being called Omar Dubois. From what Omar could understand, both of his parents had died in the earthquake and somehow, somehow... he had escaped, landed here. His grandfather had avoided the question since that day in 2010... after hearing the boys strange explanation he decided he wanted nothing to do with the matter, and in fact, pretend everything was completely normal. Which, of course, they were not.

Personality: Omar is strong at heart. He is clever as well; he managed to solve his fathers riddle over the course of the year in Paris. He couldn't tell exactly what had happened, but he knew, really knew, that he was different. He began to practice his own version of magic, figuring out how to make things happen, open the door, figuring out how to do it again. As well, it is clear that he likes puzzles. However he is not shy, but he does not make friends easily. He tends to, by choosing, stick to himself. This attitude is only emphasized by the fact that he has his headphones on, almost constantly. If, by some chance, you do get close to him, you will see the warm heart he inherited from his mother. But, that warm heart is deep below his strong, and ambitions (like his grandfather's) shell.

Sample RP:

His eyes fluttered closed, almost exhausted by only the last 48 hours. He was a wizard...which wasn't exactly surprising considering all the experiment.. but what about all of these other people? Diagon Ally had utterly and completely baffled him. Why couldn't Wizards just dress like the rest of the human race? Why the need for all this flamboyancy.. even now sitting in this train across the country, he had to rest his head. His trunk lay above him in the compartment, slowly swaying with the rock of the train along the old, seldom used tracks.

He let his eyes open and pulled the headphones from his ears and the slow rhythm of his music leaked out into the empty compartment. He searched the windowpane for the answers to his many questions... did this, this school know about his father? Does this explain what happened those years ago? Is this how he had appeared before his grandfathers house, scarred and confused and newly orphaned.

Well, none of that mattered anymore. He scoffed to himself, even if no one could see, it made him feel bigger inside. At least for the time being he had to compose himself. There had to be someone with some answers at this school... But.. this school seemed to be filled with men like his grandfather.. and what a joy that would be.

The train slowed and his thoughts did as well. Time to clear his head. After all there would be plenty of fresh faces to try to avoid this year. He stood up and grabbed his luggage, placing the headphones back over his hears and once again tuning out the world.

ROUERIE!

[xxmeepxx]

Name:Jenavicia Marie Baudin
Age:15
Appearance: Jenavicia is short, and often gets mistaken for a first-year. She has naturally brown hair and eyes, both of which come from her Brazilian father. She is small in the waist, but not exactly skinny, just fit. (Picture maybe coming later, trying to find someone who fits my profile for her.)
History:Fifteen years ago, Jenavicia's mother Annabel took a trip to Brazil, hoping to get away from the hustle and bustle of the fashion world of Paris. While there, she met a striking young bartender named Juan, whom she later went home with. Nine months later, out comes Jen.
Her father always wanted Jen and her mother to come live with him in Brazil, but Annabel's fashion career was just taking off, and she would not go. In Jen's first year of life, her mother decided that she was too much to handle, and sent her away to live with her father.
In Brazil, Jen developed the sculpted physique Brazilians are known for, and spent most of her days on the beach swimming or playing volleyball. She discovered that she did exceptionally well in football (soccer), and it became the first love of her life.
At age 12, Jenavicia received a letter from Beauxbatons School of Magic, a school she had never heard of, telling her that she had been accepted. Horrified, she called her mother, hoping that it was a prank. Her mother said she knew nothing, screamed that her daughter was a "magic-wielding child of ze devil," and officially disowned her. Juan, who was much more supportive, flew with Jen back to France to find out what this was all about.
In three moths, her life went from normal preteen to exceptionally skilled witch, with no idea of what her powers were or how dangerous they could be.
Personality: Jenavicia is very headstrong, and won't take no for an answer. If she wants to do something, she will usually do it, unless it is illegal. She can have a temper sometimes, but is normally a very level-headed person who can look at the big picture and resolve conflicts easily, from a fight between friends to what to wear on Friday night. She is very smart, but doesn't like to focus on one thing, so in class you can find her staring at a spider making a web rather than how to fight off a cursed spider. She is hyper and loud, and a very fun person to be around if you're patient.
Sample RP:

Jenavicia woke up, and stretched, groaning. She had a test in Defense Against the Dark Arts today, her worst subject. She would have much rathered it been in Potions, where all she had to do was mix different concoctions to make pretty steam. But you can't pick your battles in this school: a test is a test.
She heard excited squeals coming from downstairs, and she knew what that meant: the newspaper was in. She got up, pulled on her favorite cloth frog-covered robe, and went downstairs. There were a group of girls huddled around a newspaper, giggling and whispering quickly. Jen leaned over , trying to read the headline through the taller girls' forms. The parts of the headline she could see read:
TERR C TO V SIT VILL E
Jaque Terrance was visiting the Village? That was great! But she knew she wasn't allowed to go down there unless it was on a school trip; only good kids got that privilege.
But then again, the bad kids had more fun. Jenavicia smiled mischievously, formulating a plan in her head to be in that village when Terrance arrived. She knew that there was a tunnel under the Kitchen that lead straight to the back of the village, but she needed someone that could get her down there, a student with a better rap and that would listen to her. Someone like. . .
She walked up to a blonde girl who was reading a huge book, on the spine of which was printed Seeing The Future: How to Hone Your Skills When You Have None. "Hey, what's your name?" Jen asked, putting on her best smile.

(short, I know, but I don't wanna god-mod.)

ROUERIE!

[matthewwilliams]

First Name: Matthew

Last Name: Williams

Age: 16

Appearance: imageshack.us/f/15/mrhedlunddotcom1721.jpg/

History: Matthew Jasyn Williams was born on May 23, 1995 to Criss and Heather Williams in London, England. His father was a wizard and his mother was a muggle. Matthew was born as the oldest of six children. He had four brothers and one sister. All of which were half-blood witch and wizards. Matthew was raised as an upstanding person. He was seen as a prodigy to his parents because he was the oldest. One day, when Matthew was 10, his father died in a car accident. All that was left was his mother, left to raise six magical children. His mother got a house elf, and he was used as help doing house work and seeing to the children's needs. Matthew started to form into the "man" of the house. He got a job to bring a bit of income to the household and then when he turned sixteen, his mother insisted on him attending a school for magical children; though really it was give him a break and be a teenager, not a leader of a household and a family. That put Matthew in Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic.

Personality: Matthew was always one for a good time. If there was a party, he was there. But Matthew also knew how to be serious. He had a job, so he had to know when to be serious and still be able to take a break every now and then. Matthew was hard working and he loved to be around people. Matt spend his free time writing. He loved to write fiction novels and he was planning on getting published soon. Matthew was studious and was sure to make good grades in school and to keep everyone happy. He had a positive attitude about everything and he was always seen with a smile unless a tragedy had just occurred.

Sample RP:
Matthew sighed as he sat on the edge of the pier that stretched out over the still, reflective lake. He let his legs hang freely as he looked at himself in the reflection. He had definitely changed in the past three years. Three years ago he found out he was a wizard and that he needed to find a good magic school to go to. He had also matured in the past few years. His features had become a bit more manly and his personality had matured. As he looked at himself in the water, a ripple waved smoothly over the surface. He looked around to see what had broken the peacefulness, and he noticed his little brother, Jared, at the bank skipping rocks. Jared was the second oldest, fourteen.

"Jared, what are you doing? Can't you see I'm trying to think?", he asked a bit frustrated.
"What? I can come out here too if I want. I live here too you know.", he retorted. "Thinking about what? How you got a two hundred dollar speeding ticket yesterday? Yeah...I know.", he added. Matthew quickly stood up and walked over to Jared. "How do you know about that?", he asked him. "Please...it was in the console of your car. I'm not stupid.", he said. "I swear...if you tell mom, I'll...", Matt started to say. "You'll what?", Jared asked smirking. Matthew was silent for a moment and then Jared added, "Exactly...nothing. Because you know that you can't!" Matthew looked away and sighed. "You better watch yourself, Jared.", Matthew said. Jared rolled his eyes and walked back up to the house.

Matthew wished he could knocked the living hell out of Jared sometimes. He was just becoming a teenager and he already had the attitude of one. He took no responsibility for his actions and all he did was eat, sleep, and be destructive with his group of friends. Matthew sat back down on the dock and thought about what life would be like if his dad was still there. He heard a voice and looked up to see his dad standing on the dock next to him. "Wh....", Matt couldn't get the words out of his mouth. How was he there? He had died six years ago. "Be patient with Jared. He's growing up and having a hard time with it. Don't let him get to you. He'll grow up eventually.", his dad said and then he disappeared. Matthew couldn't believe what he had just seen. He looked up again and saw his mother standing outside the back door, yelling for him to come in for dinner. Matthew slowly made his way up the hill to the house, only thinking about what had just happened.

COSSU!

[robinfeather]

First Name: Isaac
Middle Name: Vanity
Last Name: Xavuoi
Nickname(s): Izzy & Iz-Bear

Age: 16
Height: 5'3"
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Pure Blue

Patronus: Canis Lupis; Better known as a wolf
Ethnicity: French
Race: Pureblood
Languages: French & English

Apperance: onlineimage1.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Scene-Images.jpg

History:
Isaac Vanity Xavoui was born on a warm spring day on May 16th, 1999. She was born in Reimes, France, then soon moved to Paris. She is a younger child, with only one brother. Her first incounter with magic was at the age of 4, when she got mad at her mother saying she can't have a cookie, so she jinxed her, making her sing everytime she opens her mouth.

Personality:
Isaac is a very mixed girl. One moment she may jamming music in her ears, the next she'll be reading a book. She is both left and right brained, creative and logical. She will not do drugs, cuss, or any of that jibber. Her strange gift is that she can talk to animals.

Sample RP:

Izzy is sitting at her desk, drawing a picture on a peice of paper. Then Benedict, Isaac's brother, comes running in. "You've been accepted! You've been accepted!" yelled Benedict is exitment. "Gosh, Benedict, why are you running around the house yelling 'You've been accepted?'" asked Isaac. "Beauxbatons!" Isaac took the letter. It looked baby blue. Isaac carefully opened it and read what she needed.

"And I have to go to Hogwarts.." said Benedict said sadly. Benedict left the room. Isaac shot upbolt strait to close the door. As she did, she strutted up and down the room for practice. She soon sat in a random chair and cried of joy. "I'm going to Beauxbatons!" Isaac whispered.

The next day, her parents went shopping and had all the stuff she needed. She stuffed all of the stuff, extra objects she needed, then stood out on the front porch. She didn't know what she was heading for.

Before I can sort you, I need for you to write three full paragraphs that consist of at least 5-7 sentences or more.

[nettie somerst]

NAME. Marionette Alena Jean Somerst.

NICKNAME. Nettie, Nettski.

AGE. Seventeen years old.

BLOOD. Lycantrophy, seer.

DISORDER. Split personality & schizophrenia.

WOLF APPEARANCE. Appolina. - Credit to Tumbr.

GENDER. Femme fetal.

PERSONALITY. their's no way to put nettie; she's unique.

in general, nettie's the kind of girl who'll stick her neck out for anyone and come to you when she's called. she's not a leader by any means, she's a follower. she's very loyal until the end, you could consider her to be one of the best people to have in your life. you could say nettie's easily manipulated, and she can be a bit naive when it comes to certain situations, she is normally quite aware of what you're trying to get her to do or trying to get her to say. she is also honest; so don't be fooled if you ask for her opinion and except to hear what you want - because this tiny little thing wont be afraid to be straightforward, because she is a blunt person. you won't see her being a b*tch to people, because she tends to stay on the sweet side, even when being blunt.

fearless and carefree could also describe nettie. she can be a bit of a risk-taker, and someone who is infatuated with adventures. her love of nature and the outdoors allows her to want to discover new things and enjoy life, instead of being cooped up all the time inside. this girl is highly energetic, and always feels the need to be moving around; you could call her hyper, that's for sure. when she's sitting still for a long time, she tends to fidget and get a bit irritable, often finding it hard to pay attention when in such a situation. she tends to need breaks in between her classes so she can walk around for a minute or so and then return back, often feeling refreshed. she isn't easily worn down, and can go for hours on end with just one cup of coffee in the morning.

i suppose you could say nettie's a 'suffer in silence' type of person. she loves talking and expressing herself; however, when she's upset, she kind of keeps quite as to why she's upset, though she has no shame in talking out her problems when they're addressed by someone. needless to say, this little ginger's a social butterfly. she likes basking in the talkative students of cornish, and is quite fond of learning of people's stories. nettie tends to be a bit of a therapist, herself. loving to listen to people vent and open up to her, she's a joy to talk to because she can 'relate' to most of what someone says.

you could call her a nerd, she won't mind. the simple things keep her happy; such as photography, pokemon, writing.. she loves it all. a lot of the things people might call small or even stupid, you'll probably find nettie obsessing over. she has a strong passion for photography, and her dorm is full of her pictures and such of friends and animals. she's also an avid pokemon player; whether it's the games or the actual cards, she's probably involved with it. she has a lot of clothing and stuffed animals of pokemon, yogioh, digimon, and so on. nettie's also a very talented poet, and she writes about nature. a lot of the things she writes about has to do with the animals she shares secrets with (because they're her closest friends). she is very protective of her animals, whether they're wild or not.

intelligence runs in her family, so she always says. nettie takes great pride in admitting she's smart (though she obviously doesnt gloat about it), but she does like the feeling of getting an A+ on a paper. and when she fails, she's near-devastated. she likes to keep her grades up and make her family proud, especially trying to follow in the footsteps of her mother, who died of cancer. her mother was often referred to as the bookworm of the household; and now, nettie takes her place.

oh my food. one thing nettie (surprisingly) loves more than writing, animals, and pokemon? is food. although she loves animals and nature, she loves meat. however, she only eats organic things; or meat of animals raised on a real farm. she's researched for the best places to buy organic foods, not just meat. you could say she's a health freak, though she likes to slip up sometimes. she's a great hostess as well, and often will have little dinner get-togethers with her friends and family, and end up serving them all. she takes great happiness in making others happy. she obsesses over making people smile; often saying, "you don't know what a person's life is like. a simple 'hello' or smile to someone you pass by while walking could make their day. or even month." she's a very smiley person, to say the least.

but theirs other sides to nettie, as well, the darker ones. a lot of the time, when nettie is at home or in her dorm studying or doing homework, she finds herself thinking of the past, and how it could've been so much different. she dwells sometimes, though doesn't hold grudges. she hates the thought of hate, actually; but she can dwell on something for a long time, before ever even thinking about letting it go. she also tends to get quite lonely sometimes, thinking that she's weird or out of the ordinary, she kind of beats herself up at times because people find her strange (though nobody, so far, actually has anything against her). nettie isn't a self hating person, but she goes back to when she had problems and when her family had problems. sometimes those memories stick with her for a while and put her into a funk.

rainy days also do that to her; make her look at her past and what happened. sometimes, she'll look into the future and put herself down saying she wont amount to anything near what her mom did. another thing she blames herself for is her mothers death, "maybe if i wasnt so hard on her" she'll tell herself. (obviously its not true though). but she's easy to cheer up, that's for sure. talking things out and getting her own help (from an animal or human) makes her day.

split personality #1; Leon. when you get to know the deeper, darker side of nettie, you'll meet her first 'friend', named leon. look wise, leon is; hair pulled up, baggy shirt, and tight jeans, with no makeup and all the piercings in. personality wise, he's the shy, mysterious side. he's very secretive and doesn't appreciate when people get into his business or place of thinking. he's sensitive to the touch, and hates to get near other people because he's very untrusting. he fears that everyone is out to hurt him. he's also the gay side of nettie (she's bisexual), and so he's very uppity and kind-hearted when he has to be. however, he's a royal b*tch when you piss him off.

split personality #2; Cordelia. this one, herself, is very bi-polar and how she is. looks wise; she's the girly, colorful side of nettie. when you piss nettie off enough to awaken cordelia (the monster of the two), you see just how much damage she can do; with words and physical actions. cordelia is violent, and she loves to get herself into trouble, piss people off, and get revenge on those who have made her mad / upset. she is EXTREMELY sensitive when she comes out, and the littlest things can get her to start on you. she loves using secrets against people. this is the monster that nettie is scared of, actually.

wolf-side, Appolina. this side of her is only when she wants/is/already is her wolfey self, Appolina. this side of her is easy-going, kind of laid back; yet at the same time, protective of the people/animals/world around her. she's very careful when being her wolf self; but she's also sneaky, cunning very stealthy. she's a bit of a b*tch when she's a wolf, but oh well. all of her ego's go away when she is Appolina.

HISTORY. Nettie was born on January Eighteenth; with a family of her mother Marianne Crosby and father Joseph Somerst (who was the brother to Leighton Somerst's father), with two older brothers; Seamus Somerst and Bailey Somerst, who were twins, and both three and a half years older than herself. Her parents had met five years before her birth, having fallen in love over a chance meeting in France and two stand ups.

The Somerst family had always been very family oriented, and both sides of the Somerst family were always together; having cute little get-togethers and such. However, even at the young age of five, her naturally sweet disposition turned rapidly. Nettie could turn on you on a dime, and she had a terrible time focusing on the little things. Her family decided to take her to the doctors, hoping it was just something simple like her growing up. But after numerous tests, they found it was much more; but with her being so young, they didnt know what. So she was put on a small dose of anti-depressants and sent on her merry way.

The next to years, she was going on fine. However, Nettie (even so young) began to experience some odd things with her body. She'd feel the need to bey at the moon at night, especially when it was full. While these things were happening, she began to drastically mature personality-wise as well. She became very serious in her work at school, and took everything serious. She'd bring home an addition page and would be completely silent until it was finished. She never put down a book once she started reading it; and her reading level was well over what it should have been. Her parents continued to ignore it, figuring it was normal.

When she turned ten, her parents decided to bring her back to the doctor. Nettie had begun to talk to herself and have full on conversations with herself; and though it seemed as though she just had an imaginary friend, Joseph was convinced something was wrong. She got tested for multiple things again, and still they couldn't tell. The doctors said her blood was tainted with something that made it unable to read; nobody, at the time, realized that it was the wolf blood from her mothers side of the family. They put her on a bit stronger anti-depressant; and hoped for the best. However, on her eleventh year, her mother got diagnosed with the final stages of Cancer, and died that summer due to fact they couldn't save her.

Everything become open. The history of Marianne Crosby's family became realized; with Lycantrophy deep in the lines of her ancestors. Joseph admitted to his family about his seer blood, and Nettie mastered the whole "wolf-to-human" thing.

That was over a period of two years. While her powers were being mastered and such, she could finally be diagnosed with a type of split-personality, and Nettie ended up naming the two 'imaginary friends', Leon and Cordelia. They didn't come out a lot, normally, but sometimes they would. She was put on a crapload of meds, that somewhat worsened it. Another thing that didn't help, was Appolina, or her wolf-self. When she was Appolina, she was a whole nother person/mind.

The years after that were simple; however, she began to get extremely violent with her friends. With being depressed and having the issues, she couldn't handle it anymore. On more than one occasion, had she let loose on her younger cousin, Leighton; using extreme physical actions to quiet her. When she was fifteen, (due to extreme self-harm and harm to others), her father made the heart-breaking choice to send her to a mental hospital. She spent an entire year in that mental hospital, and got doped up on medication. After a while of having to be on morphine (due to a hip problem), she found herself very addicted. Most of her sixteenth year was dealing with the morphine addiction.

But then she came to her seventeenth birthday, when a letter came into the mail saying she had been accepted into Beauxbatons. You could say she was all over that one.

SAMPLE ROLE PLAY.

"Yes, of course," murmured Marionette Somerst, eyes plastered a head of her. She was anxious to see her home again, after a year of being away and in a completely different environment. Though she knew it was rude, she couldn't take her eyes the road. With all the excitement and nervousness running through her, how could she want to stare at the same old face of her doctor? "I know what my plan is perfectly. We've only been over it a million times." a small smile had interrupted her urgent look, and she made a quick glance over to the broad-shouldered male sitting beside her. His smile was unlike hers; it was genuine and kindly. He was warm and open to her, and that's probably what she appreciated most about him.

He could also take a joke.

"One million times?" he questioned softly, putting his eyes back on the road, "I think you mean two million. Maybe we'll have to go over it again.. I mean, you can't even remember how many times we've been over it!" he joked softly, shaking her head with a chuckle. The tiny girl shook her head, before closing her eyes and nodding. "I'd have to kill you," she turned the tables quickly, a smirk lighting up her face; one that she, herself knew all too well. Suddenly, she stopped and opened her eyes again. "Darnit, no. I'm sorry, Mr. Tolliver, I am so sorry." her head went down a bit and she looked away, reaching for the zune by her feet. She didn't want to hear the male lecture her about 'being careful'. So, she stuffed the earphones in, and put it on full blast. "All these things I hate" by Bullet For Valentine began to play; and her head slowly nodded against the words, that rolled off the singers tongue with ease. She moved her pink lips along with it, mouthing everything.

It was like that for a while.
However, after a few hours, she found herself awakening in a strange parking lot -- though it looked vaguely familiar. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and blinked a bit, before speaking, "M-Mr. Tolliver, am I finally home?" disbelieving it, she moved her eyes to his face; and a simple smile said it all. A sharp breath escaped her, and she shook her head. "Darn. I'm finally home. Finally.." the dusky light lit up the parking lot; and the orange/pink horizon looked beautiful against the white house. Before she could even get out, she could see some people come out from the back yard, murmuring their hellos, though she couldnt hear them. Not yet, anyway. "Mr. Tolliver, can you get my bag from the back, please?" she, again, didn't wait for a reply, getting out and stretching her legs. The joints cracking from all over. She stretched out, waving to her family. The girl grinned, noticing the little blondey that hid behind the adults.

"I don't bite anymore, Leighton." she spoke, her voice was scratchy from lack of water and just from it being sore. The small girl tilted her head with a smile, before bouncing infront of the others. "I promise." while she watched the girl come to her, Nettie winced; remembering the pain she had caused to the fragile girl. She could almost see the scars through hr hoodie and jeans.

Leighton ended up in her arms, and the redhead embraced her tightly, almost flinging her into the air. "Aww, I missed you, Nettie! I really did!" her voice broke a little, and her lips touched the redhead's cheek lightly. "I'm happy you're home. When dad and Joey told me, I was soo happy!"

SOURNOIS!

[adaliah]

First Name: Adaliah.

Last Name: D'Ath.

Age: 15.

Appearance: Adaliah D’Ath is of an average build, muscular. On her body you can find multiple scars from playing Quidditch because she was and will never be afraid to charge when needed, as she is a chaser. She has red curly hair which she normally wears loose to her shoulders. Her eyes are green and on her nose you can find a few freckles, which really pop out when she has spend a day in the sun. She never wears a lot of make-up, because she does not believe in covering up the face.

History:You may have already figured it out from her name, but Adaliah D’Ath has her origins in France. Her parents moved to England when she was not even born and because of this you can hear not even the slightest accent in her voice. Her parents moved to England because of reasons they will still not reveal to Adaliah, even though Adaliah had tried to unfold them multiple times. Adaliah grew up in a quiet place, nearby Scotland. She did not meet a lot of people when growing up, but of the few she met some became friends for life. Her house was surrounded by forest with meadows and secrets places where she could search for. When she had found another meadow or secret place she would just lay there ad forget about all the things in the world, just being so happy with her own place. When she found out her big love for Quidditch she played almost every day, practicing to be the best. When the letter from Hogwarts came her parents were not as happy as Adaliah thought they would have been, but she could not stop smiling. She had been dreaming of that day from the moment she discovered Hogwarts.

Personality: Strengths: She has a strong will and is very curious. She will always have her friends back. Most of the time she is very happy and jumpy. She likes to party and sneak around. When she has a goal in mind she will not let go of that and will pursue it until she reached it.
Weaknesses: She is very stubborn and does take criticism well. She also loves to tease, even when the other person gets irritated.
Likes: Friends, ice cream, nature, Quidditch, learning, fun, partying.
Dislikes: Criticism, chocolate, lemonade that is to sweet, bullies.

Sample RP: Adaliah ran down the stairs in her odd looking, but beautiful house. She never liked walking, to slow if you asked her. She was holding her big pink duffle bag in the one hand and stuffed her wand in her pocket with the other. When she reached the bottom floor she almost crashed into her mother, who first looked shocked, but then just sigh and moved on. Adaliah ran to the front-door and just before leaving the house screamed at her mother that she was going to the summercamp. She then stopped as if she forgot something and walked back to her mother, who looked like she was already expecting this, and gave her a big hug. “Say goodbye to dad for me please.” She said as she kissed her mom on the cheek. Then she turned and ran out of the door. Her mother yelled not to forget her jacket, like mothers always do, but that was already out of hearing range for Adaliah, who was almost already around the corner at the street. When she was out of sight of her house she breathed in deeply and lowered he pace. She did not like the slow walking, but always when she walked through her village she had the feeling to slow down so she could see all the magnificent things that were surrounding her.
Adaliah looked around her and noticed that misses Finkelmen redid his paint on the house in one day. Adaliah always wondered if that would not create suspicion by the Muggle villagers. She decided that it was not her concern and continued on walking towards the bus stop at the end of the road. From her sight it was still a small dot, but she knew it would soon turn out the be the place where she could get on the bus, a Muggletransportation and set off for a wizard camping trip somewhere in England. She had to go to London and in the Leaky Cauldron would be a portkey to take her to the camping area. She was really looking forward to these two weeks, hoping to meet new people and have a lot of fun. It was organized by two witches for people to have something to do during the summer. The sun was shining and there were no clouds in the sky, what made Adaliah even more happy. She arrived at the bus station and read on the time schedule that her bus would arrive in ten minutes. She decided to take a seat, because she hated standing and waiting. At the bench two other people sat, but Adaliah did not know if they were wizards or not, because in the letter that she got stood that they had to wear muggle clothes until they got to the camping area. Adaliah was wearing jeans and a tank-top, knowing that these clothes were normal in the Muggleworld. The bus arrived and Adaliah got in, finding another seat.

The bus stopped nearby the Leaky Cauldron and Adaliah got out, after sitting in the bus for a few hours. The ride took longer than she had thought, and she was a little bit cranky now. She hated the bus and other Muggletransportation, but the letter clearly said they had to use Muggletransportation due to the safety matters.

Adaliah turned to the Leaky Cauldron and started walking. During her walk she noticed that five other people were walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. She already thought that they were wizards, but was not really sure. She reached the Leaky Cauldron as first and opened the door, to find even more people. She smiled timidly and walked up to an older looking guy.

“Uhm. Hello?” She asked, hoping to get his attention. She wanted to know what to do since she was aching to get to the clearing, where the campsite supposedly was. He looked at her, having a little anxious gaze, like he was stressed out by all the people he had to get to the clearing safely.

“Where is the portkey?” She then asked, deciding that she did not wanted to wait any longer. He replied that they had to wait until everyone was here. For a moment Adaliah was wondering how he could ever know, since he was not holding a checklist or what so ever, but then saw a big list on the wall and a magic quill checking off names as people walked though the door. She looked around her, seeing at least 15 people filling up the Leaky Cauldron. She decided to take a seat, not knowing how long it would take before they could finally leave. She tied up her red hair, because of the heat that was surrounding her. She wiped of her forehead, getting even more cranky. Her pink duffle bag, that was actually to heavy to carry, was standing beside her as she was waiting.

Finally she saw that the list checked the last person, person number twenty, being the sing that they could leave. She got up, carrying her heavy dufflebag and moved to the guy that she spoke to earlier. He was shouting, looking even more stressed, that everybody should hold on to the big tire, probably of a truck, and that they were leaving. Adaliah managed to hold on to the big tire, while holding her heavy dufflebag, and still stand properly. Next to her was a boy standing with purple hair and on the other side a girl with long blond hair was looking really nervous. The guy that supposed to get them at the clearing was shouting and then counting down, starting at ten. Adaliah saw a few more people rushing to the tire, trying to get a spot to hold on to. When the guy reached zero a incredible force was released and it felt as if a hook was somewhere behind her navel, pulling her to her destination. She felt to urge to let go, because this feeling was so unpleasant, but felt that it was not able. Adaliah decided to close her eyes and when she opened them again she saw herself laying somewhere in a clearing, where also other students were dropped. She stood up, still holding her dufflebag, and looked around her. She saw a bus arrive with even more people arriving and decided to walk in that direction, since she had no clue what to do. At the moment she reached the other group a boy with black hair, he was looking a bit cranky too, was asking where to go now, and as Adaliah also wanted to know so she walked up to the boy.

“Hey there.” She said, getting his attention.

I need for you to extend more on your personality before I can sort you.

[bumblebee]

First Name: Rhys
Last Name: Pritchard
Age: 17
Appearance:

[/b] very dark brown, cropped short, somewhere between straight and curly
Eyes: brown with a hint of green
Complexion: very light tan
Height: 6'4”
Weight: 180lbs
Body: kind of athletic, despite what people may think because of how he dresses
Habits/quirks: chews his bottom lip a lot, keeps a lot of stuff to himself
Other distinguishing features: his accent, two prominent freckles on his face (both on his left cheek), various scars all over his body, one major scar on the base of his throat
Wardrobe: generally neatly presented, nothing too unusual about his clothes
Play By: Cory Monteith[/ul]
Rhys' hair has always been relatively short, but there are stages when he allows it to grow to cover the top of his ears. When it is short, it is quite straight, but when he allows it to grow, it starts to get ever so slightly curly like it was when he was a child. He has never really changed the style between his very short curt and the slightly longer cut as he is comfortable with how they look. His hair colour is very dominant in his father's side of the family. Rhys has very intense brown eyes, which seem to sparkle with green when he is in a very good mood. The brown of his eyes are attributed to his mother's side of the family, but it is unknown where the hint of green comes from as he is the only one in the family with that glittering element. His eyes are definitely very expressive, sparkling with his good moods and seem to get colder looking when he is in a bad mood. Unlike the rest of his family, Rhys is only very lightly tanned, making him stand out in all of the family pictures, even as a small child.

Rhys is about 6'4”, which is relatively tall for a male in his family, especially with his father being a man of 5'8”. He is of a pretty average weight for his height, which is good considering throughout his childhood, he was quite underweight. Rhys is actually quite toned under the layers of clothes he wears, due to a lot of his time being dedicated to Quidditch and the Muggle sport of rugby. Being a werewolf also seemed to help his build somewhat from all the running he wasn't fully aware he was doing. Rhys' accent, outside of Wales, seems to stick out very easily, especially considering the low tones he is able to produce. You obviously only notice the accent when he speaks, which isn't unless he feels comfortable or really has something to say. The prominent freckles on his face are something else from his mother's side of the family. Despite being a werewolf, there are just some cuts and scraps that just didn't heal on Rhys, most of them from the transformation process itself, but the one on his throat was from being turned.

History:

[/b] James Alexander Pritchard (father); Quincey Jane (Wolfe) Pritchard (mother); Jason Blake Pritchard (grandfather); Natasha Hillary (Dean) Pritchard (grandmother); Morton Gregory Pritchard (uncle); Samantha Alexandria (Richards) Pritchard (aunt); Damon Andrew Pritchard (cousin, triplet); Dominick Marcus Pritchard (cousin, triplet); Daniel Oliver Pritchard (cousin, triplet); Katrina Gillian Wolfe (aunt); Richard James Wolfe (uncle); Annabelle Frances (Wellard) Wolfe (aunt); Rozalyn Harriette Wolfe (cousin)
Place of Birth: Llanelli, Wales, UK
Date of Birth: August 12^th
Orientation: heterosexual
Blood type: Pure Blood (although was bitten by a werewolf when he was 15)
Heritage: Welsh father, Canadian mother
Education: home schooled from an early age, just about to start at Beauxbatons[/ul]
Rhys Bellamy Pritchard was the first and only child born to James and Quincey Pritchard. He was the fourth child born into his generation within the Pritchard and Wolfe families, with his uncle Morton and aunt Samantha having already had a set of triplets four years previous to his own birth and him being born just a few months before his uncle Richard and aunt Annabelle had Rozalyn. He was a pretty small baby and the doctors had originally thought that he wasn't going to survive his own birth. Clearly, they were quite wrong. Rhys' mother completely stopped working during her pregnant and didn't start back at work for a few years after he was born to ensure that her son was going to survive longer than a couple of years. Despite initial worries, Rhys turned out to be a perfectly healthy little boy, though he was susceptible to colds and the like. When Rhys was 15, his mother passed away. She had been from whom he had received his weaker genes and she had simply passed away in her sleep.

Grief stricken, Rhys had run away from the family home, which had only gotten him attacked and bitten, transforming into a werewolf. It took him time to return back to his father, scared and ashamed of what he had become. He was nearly 16 when he returned home. His father had reported him missing and was starting to believe him dead when the boy turned up on their family home's door step. Greeting his son with open arms, Rhys' father did everything to try and help his son...although, his version of helping turned into spending more time at work than with his son. Now that he is older and with his mother gone, his father thought it was Rhys' turn to start in a magical school. He thought he may have left it too late, but Rhys' love of the academic side of things continued and he didn't stop studying even if his father stopped teaching. His father chose Beauxbatons almost subconsciously, only remembering that Rhys' mother had attended the school when she was a child.

Rhys knows he is going to find it difficult to fit in with anybody at first, but it was something his father didn't seem to care about, he just wanted to get his son into education and make sure that he stayed out of any and all trouble. Rhys hopes that he is placed within a good house and that he won't find it terribly difficult to fit in some place. He has heard many stories about the way things work in the school and is aware that there are four houses and that each house tends to have it's little cliques, but that seems to be standard for schools. He also hopes that it won't take him long to stabilise himself within the school, establish his place within his house and be able to fit in with the different people around the school, professors included. He plans on being able to focus on his school work and make sure that he can adjust to a suitable routine, which would allow him the chance to actually get to know people, hoping he doesn't have to be a loner for the rest of his life.

He knows that whatever he achieves within the school will lead up to a decision about what he is going to do with his future, something he is sure his father wants to take into his own hands rather than let Rhys decide for himself. He hopes to do well in his classes, so that he will put himself in good stead when it comes to his graduation and leaving the lovely school. He is going to make sure that he does all of his work successfully on time and do well in his exams to come. He hopes to gain and keep a few good friends, even if there isn't a great deal of them, so that he has someone around him to spend time with. It's the quality of the friends you make, not the quantity of friends you have. He eventually hopes to progress and develop an Animagi form, something that has fascinated him since he was a little boy. He realises that it may be a difficult task, considering his werewolf side, but he is willing to at least try and learn a few things, hoping that it may help with the monthly transformations.

Personality:

[/b] being his own person, being different yet blending in, writing, sketching, drawing, playing his drums, Quidditch, playing his guitar, taking photographs, swimming, running, reading, having a good time, cars, films, most music, trying anything at least once, a challenge
Dislikes: people who are inconsiderate, being made to look like a fool, his father's bad habits, his father's way of life, having to conform to the ideals of others, people who undermine him or talk down to him, seeing people unhappy, his father taking control, losing things, being an only child, fighting with his father, being told what to do
Strengths: being open minded, ability to pick up on very minor details, methodical, very imaginative, completely honest, good shot with a wand, excellent writer/artist, skilled photographer, creative mind, friendly, vast knowledge base, very loyal, quite patient, forgiving, very reliable, good levels of eagerness, good at prioritising, can pick up a tune from hearing it once, drawing up plans for various events and such, debating, making his point be heard, running for hours, swimming for considerable lengths
Weaknesses: a very dry sense of humour, getting frustrated with his father, very sentimental, can be naïve, self doubting, self deprecating, nervous with new people, can be quite stubborn, overly apologetic, hidden temper[/ul]

Unlike the older members of his family, Rhys likes a lot of different things and is very open minded about a lot of things, not sticking strictly to the Pritchard traditional family values, presenting himself to be more like the Wolfe part of his family. He doesn't see the point in trying to deny everything else that is going on around them. He certainly won't judge someone on surface value...well, that's something he tries to avoid doing, but it's a natural reflex for everyone, no one can deny that. He doesn't particularly like being judged (then again, who does?), so that's why he tries not to judge others on surface value too quickly. At first, he's not particularly talkative, unless he has something to say or feels completely comfortable. Once he does feel comfortable, the conversation will flow quite easily with him and you see a whole new side of this quiet individual. He always felt he deserved to be the quiet, reserved person, just so that he didn't blurt out his werewolf issue.

Sample RP: Rhys got up early that morning, showering quickly, finding himself dressing well, in a shirt, tie, suit trousers and proper shoes, but leaving his hair in it's usually slightly messy state in order for it to dry on its own. He moved around quickly, despite not being in any sort of real rush, gathering together the last of his things. He wasn't sure why he was dressing well – he was going to a new school...well, he was finally getting to go to school after going stir crazy at his father about his schooling, making his dad finally change his opinion on the whole thing. He subconsciously realised that he had dressed so well because this whole school thing was important to him. Yeah, he wasn't too happy about being sent to Beauxbatons, but his father had thought it was the best way to keep him out of trouble, considering that the other schools that were available in a reasonable range from home were Hogwarts, which his father seemed to dislike point blank, and Durmstrang, which certainly had it's Dark Arts reputation looming over it.

He was thankful that he didn't have anything else on today as he was going to be spending the entire day travelling anyway. His father wasn't coming with him, but had discussed the trip over and over with Rhys that it was difficult for him to forget. His father would be taking him to the train station soon and that's when the journey would begin. Rhys didn't really have much to worry about other than taking care of himself along the way. He picked up his mobile phone, flipping through the phone book to send a quick text to a few of the people he was leaving behind, reminding them that he was leaving today, that he would let them know when he arrived and that he better hear from them frequently. All of the people he spoke to knew about his magical status, but not one of them knew about him being a werewolf. That was just one thing he didn't feel he could divulge to anyone. The only person that knew was his father. He'd never really had any interactions with other werewolves, but he had heard there'd be several at Beauxbatons.

He had heard that even their Head Girl was a werewolf and was quite open about that fact, but she had been born that way, so far as he had heard, so she'd had many more years practice on having people deal with the fact that she wasn't human sometimes. He wasn't sure how he'd get around to coming to terms with what he was and actually telling people about it, but he knew it was something he would have to divulge sooner rather than later if there were plenty of them in the school. He dropped his cell into his pocket as he continued to gather his things, going downstairs and letting himself into the garage to where his dad's car was parked. He dropped the large trunk into the boot of the car before slamming it shut and going back inside and up to his room, absent mindedly dropping his dad's keys into his pocket. He looked around, double checking he hadn't forgotten anything. Not that there was much to forget: he wasn't taking a lot of his stuff to school, just the things he would need to keep himself entertained.

He looked at himself in the full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door, brushing down the front of his shirt and tie before running his hands back through his damp hair, not really aiding it any, but seeming to make it messier. “Ready yet?” his dad called from somewhere downstairs, presumably the kitchen. He smirked to himself as he went and grabbed his wallet, dropping that into the back pocket of his trousers. “On my way down now, dad,” he called back. As he left the room, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair beside his door and went back down to the garage, finding his dad waiting on the driver's side of the car. He pressed the button on the keys to open the garage door before throwing the keys to his dad and getting into the car. “Someone looks smart,” his dad quipped as he got into the car as well. His dad started up the engine, waiting for the door to open as Rhys threw his jacket into the back of the car and pulled on his seat belt. They set off the second the garage door was open enough for him to drive out.

They drove through the town, his dad's foot practically to the floor as he made his way to the train station. They pulled up outside the station, his dad killing the car's engine, yanking his keys from the ignition and getting out of the car, while Rhys grabbed his jacket from the back seat and got himself out. He went round the back of the car to the boot, where his dad had already opened it and began to try and pull the trunk out, pulling on his jacket as he went. “Let me, dad. It's heavy,” Rhys offered, pushing in and pulling out his trunk with ease before slamming the boot shut, allowing his dad to lock up the car as they then walked up to the station, Rhys wheeling his trunk along behind them. “Excited yet?” his dad asked with a smile. He smiled broadly as he entered the building, turning briefly to his dad. "Excited isn't strong enough a word, pops," he responded brightly, moving over to the booth, putting his trunk on the floor and leaning on the desk as he spoke to the attendant, needing to pick up his tickets before the train arrived.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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