Sorting (Term Nineteen)

[jillian baxter]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
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[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[ondyne natasia twick]

First Name: Anemone

Middle Name: Leigh

Last Name: Graydon

Age: sixteen

Appearance:





History:
Anemone (Ana-mon) was born into a pure-blood family on February 9, 1995 in the city of Drammen in southern Norway. At the time, Anemone had only one older brother, Jerome (who was three,) and the family of four lived peacefully on the outskirts of the city. The house she was brought up in was extremely large and old-it was more like a mansion, really, since its property stretched for at least 5 acres, and the house itself had 3 floors and 12 bedrooms. It, like many other things, had been passed down from generation to generation in the Graydon family. Ever since their ancestors could trace back, the Graydons had been one of the most prominent, wealthiest, and pure-blooded families in the wizarding community. Though she grew up with everything and anything she wanted, Anemone never was truly happy. Anemone and Jerome’s parents were sufficiently affluent, which meant they were fairly spoiled, yet unaffectionate and extremely strict and traditional. Using the harshest punishments available to them, Anemone’s parents made sure she would stay unquestioning and obedient.

When Anemone was seven and Jerome was ten, their mother, Cecilia, had two more daughters; twins named Orchard and Ollie. Anemone, since day one, absolutely adored both her little sisters, though Jerome was a whole other story. She found Jerome avoiding all three of them, for reasons unknown to her. Mostly she guessed that he was annoyed with all the redirected attention, which she reasoned to be acceptable, since the number of kids in their family had suddenly doubled. As time went on, though, Jerome only seemed to grow farther and farther away from the Anemone and the twins, to a point that whenever they were around each other, she almost felt fear for herself and her sisters. She knew that he would never hurt them, but she also recognized something more in her brother’s eyes than annoyance when he looked at her. Meanwhile, Anemone was acting as a parent for her little sisters, since their parents were too cold and distant to serve as their source of happiness throughout childhood. Almost always having to hiding from Cecilia and Derek (the father,) Anemone would read to the girls, teach them how to play games, and how to do other things, like playing with makeup. When Jerome left for school, Anemone felt extremely guilty for being happy that he was gone, but nevertheless, she was. She never wanted a separation in the first place, but she still feels responsible for his unhappiness.

Personality:
Anemone isn’t horrible person, but it should be clear from the beginning that she definitely has a mean streak. Even when people are overly nice to her, she doesn’t seem to know how to handle it, and she just assumes that they’re just trying to make her vulnerable, and turns on them. So it basically comes down to her unwillingness to let people truly know her. Afraid of what comes next, Anemone keeps her walls up and lips sealed. This is because her parents always never let her get close to any other kids her age, since no other wizarding families lived near, and they hated the idea of their daughter being amongst muggles. (This being said, Anemone has a slight built-in disliking of muggle-borns, but would never say anything about it.) Anemone isn’t at all socially awkward, as her parents always taught her manners and those sorts of things, but nevertheless, she still doesn’t quite know how to deal with most common situations.

Always a bright child, Anemone never had any difficulty in her lessons, but she mostly excelled in subjects like arithmetic and the sciences. This translates into her personality, since she’s a highly logical person. Any decisions made by Anemone are thought at least three times through (and carefully); cautious and hotheaded normally don’t go hand in hand, yet Anemone is both. And although there are a lot of things about her that most people would change, there’s still good parts that aren’t really seen. The best of Anemone comes out when she’s with her little sisters, or even by herself. She’s a loving, gentle person with a fiery humor, but no one ever sees that side because of all the barriers she’s built around herself.


Sample RP:

Anemone woke to a loud squeal from somewhere downstairs and a splitting headache. Reluctant to get up, she reached for the curtains and flicked one as hard as she could to one side. A sharp, cold sliver of sunlight spilled onto her sheets, and Anemone watched the shadows moving about on the bed intently. The light was bright gray color, not at all direct sunlight, the type that warms your skin and gives you shivers. She let her eyes wandered aimlessly for a minute or so, her mind blank of any thoughts, until she realized that, at some point, she would need to get up. At the next loud noise from downstairs, Anemone jumped up, the sudden change in position giving her a head rush that spread all the way into the tips of her fingers. She threw on a dress, and walked briskly down the hall and stairs until she was in the living room. There sat two content nine year olds beaming up at her from the center of the room, on the floor.

“Ollie- she-yesterday-I- Ollie just told me she went into your--!” Orchard began until Ollie hit her squarely in the chest with the book she had been holding. “Ow!” the first exclaimed, glaring at the other, who simply looked up at their older sister with a blank expression. Anemone said nothing, but sat next to the latter and reached across her to grab the rather large book from Orchard, who still looked furious. The three sisters sat in silence for a moment, the younger two waiting to be scolded, and when they were not, they relaxed. Anemone stood up again, and wandered in the direction of the kitchen, stopping every few steps to make sure they were following. After checking to see if her parents were in the room, Anemone waved the girls on, and tapped the dining room table insistently, telling the girls to sit. She still hadn’t said a word, and was aware of that as she entered the kitchen, which was the next room over.

She watched Pegasus, the family owl, fly swiftly by the kitchen window, making Anemone pause. A few moments later, the owl landed gracefully on the counter, a thin letter in its beak. Weary, she took the letter and instantly recognized the handwriting to be Jerome’s. Anemone sighed a deep sigh, not wanting to read it in the slightest, and threw back onto the counter. Trying to forget the letter, she grabbed some milk and cereal and marched back into the dining room, where, not to her surprise, was the absence of two nine year old girls. Anemone held her head in her hands, her head throbbing more than ever with what felt like the weight of the world.

It must be Rouerie.

[micheleconrad]

First Name: Michele
Last name: Conrad
Age: 14
Appearance: Tall, slender, long brown hair, fair skin
History: The daughter of two French muggles, Michele never knew about magic until receiving a letter about attending a magical school. She put it off until the possibilities awaiting her tugged at her mind constantly. She is from Chausee d’Ivry, north of Paris. Her parents support her in everything and want the best for her. She is a good student who was very accomplished in her muggle education.
Personality: Warm and friendly, very affable. Michele enjoys meeting new people and is loyal to friends and family. She is in touch with her feelings and enjoys new adventures, especially the beginning parts.
Sample RP: The cold winter air stings Michele’s arms until she pulls hers cloak tighter around her. It is getting late and she knows she should head back to her room but he said he would meet her under the tree, and she was intends to wait until she feels absolutely sure he isn’t coming. Minutes pass and Michele gives up, returning to her room dejected and sad. How could he do this to her? She decides to take a bath and go to bed.
The next morning, another letter arrives at Michele’s door, the same as the others from previous years. Suddenly, a decision forms in her head. This year, she’s going to the school for magic, and she’ll be a success there like she was in her schooling in the muggle world. She runs to her parents to explain the situation and beg them to take her shopping for the magical gear listed in the letter.

Please expand all your sections and change your display name to match the one from the application.

[kyliejana]

First Name: Kylie
Last Name: Jana
Age: 11
Appearance: Kylie is short, and skinny with long brown hair, she has freckles all over and very pale skin. Her eyes a deep pretty blue that sparkle with anticipation and determination.
History: Kylie was born to a muggle-born mother and a pure-blood father. She lived in a wizard town in Scotland and hung out with boys in her neighborhood. The boys were her age, but went to Hogwarts instead of Beaxbatons. She would miss the boys, and they would miss her, but they would see each other over holidays.
She never had any education, except for when her mother taught her, her siblings, and her friends how to read and write. Kyle was good at reading, but her handwriting was messy. It was hard to read, but Kyle could write really good stories.
Kyle remembers the day she knew she was a witch. She was seven years old and playing with the neighborhood boys and she got mad at one of them for saying she was very short. He was leaning against a fence that kept a large dog inside. She tenced her eyes and the boy fell inside and was attacked by the dog. None of the other boys liked this boy anyway, so she was worshiped for this.
Personality: Kyle may be a girl, but she acts a lot like a guy (she goes by Kyle for one). She is loving though, she will treat someone with respect, as long as they do the same. She is not someone you want to mess with, you will regret it. She messes around, and is a jokester, but fun to be around and all around loving.
Sample RP: Kyle was walking around the wizard shops and had her eye fixed on the newest model of a racing broom. She had enough pocket money for it, but her parents letting her buy it was a different story. She had her nose pressed against the glass in the middle of a bunch of boys doing the same. She saw her mother glaring at her and went into the robes shop.

Her mother had forced her to get a skirt instead of pants for her uniform. Kyle was furious. She had to walk around in a skirt for the rest of the day. The skirt was itchy, uncomfortable and made her feel strange. Her eyes showed anger, and no one went near her.

Kyle went back into staring into the shop window at the broom once more until it was time to get her wand. After this she went into the owl shop and bought herself a black and white spotted owl, and named it Ying-Yang. When she was back at home, via floo-powder Ying-Yang returned her letter to Beaxbatons.

Please make sure to expand your personality.

[danivionsomerst]

AS LONG AS IM AROUND PUT IT DOWN ON ME

name Matthew 'Angel' Isaiah Somerst.
nicknames Angel.
comes from The only important thing to his name is the 'Angel', dubbed to him from his younger sister.

age Seventeen years old.
ethnicity Irish, Russian, Scottish.
gender Gentleman.

appearance Alex Evans.
height Five foot, ten inches.
weight Almost two hundred pounds.
overall Theirs a lot to see in this ebony haired boy. Aside from the lean figure, darling blue eyes, and skin as white as snow, you'd never imagine him to be as tough as he really is. He isn't hot or sexy, but he has a nerdiness to him that makes him a 'gentleman' type of man. His clothing style changes upon the day, and so does his piercings.

strengths Fighting, singing, piano, painting, helping people out, persuasiveness, riding horses.
weaknesses His sister, singing, running for long periods of time, his heart problem.
fears Snakes, his heart, loosing those he cares for, death, getting involved with someone.
personality

//not done.

[khill546]

First Name: Evan

Last Name: Northman

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Evan was born into a pure vampire family. She lives in a little town in the south of Ireland. She firstly applied for Hogwarts, as all her older friends went. She wanted to be with them but unfortunately her family had to move. Her mother had received a new and better job awaiting her in France. Reluctantly Evan moved with her mother. With her mother and father divorced within the past 2 years, Evan has to take each day at a time. She rarely hears from her father, who now lives in Moscow with a new family of non-vampires. Evans mother is now forcing her to apply into Beauxbatons Academy to get some qualifications. Evan wants this to work to make her mother proud as the stress of her new job and moving has changed her a lot and with Evan at school, she will have one less thing to worry about.

Personality: Evan is a bright young vampire. She is interested in all of her studies and has a good knowledge of them all. Though she has missed a few years of school work shes hard working and determined to catch up. Evan likes to keep herself to herself, she has had a few friends in her past life back in Ireland but only one was the closest. This friend was the only one who new what Evan really was. Evan has a lot of trust issues mostly triggered by her father leaving and previous incidents with him. Evan loves drawing. Her room has no wallpaper just her drawings and every day shes adding to it. Drawing helps her to forget and feel her emotions and this is the time were she can get peace and be calm with herself. Evan has a kind of dark theme going on as she has a few piercings and wears very dark eyeliner, but once you get to know her shes a really friendly person and would do anything for the person.

Sample RP:
Evan froze in her near empty room. She just realized she wouldn't be back her for another 10 months. That thought made her stomach churn. How was she going to cope without seeing her mother everyday? This was going to be a big step for her. A cool breeze from her opened window brought her back to the here and now. "Wow!" Evan muttered to herself.
Taking down a few of her most prized drawings, a photograph that was stuck behind it fell to the ground with a light thud. Wondering what a picture was doing there in first place she stooped down and picked it up. Flipping the picture over, her heart stopped. It was a picture of Evan and her mother... and her father. Bringing back that awful day of the 14th of February (a lovey dovey day for some but not for Evan) when her father told her that he was filing for a divorce. that was the day that practically changed Evan's life.

She used her finger and ran over the out line of her father in the picture, she had his eyes and the same smile. Recalling this made Evan to tear the photo where her father was and tossing it into the bin. She tucked the picture safely into her packed trunk. Pushing those memories from her mind, Evan finished taking down her pictures and packed the last remaining bare necessities into her trunk.

"EVAN! EVAANN!!!" someone shouted from down the stairs. "YESS!!" Evan replied. "COME HERE QUICK!!" Evan slammed her trunk closed had a glance over her room one last time and ran down the stairs, her heavy and bulging trunk bumping nosily behind her. "Whats wrong?" Evan gasped when she reached the bottom of the stairs (living in the attic was hard work). "This came just now in the post. I think you should read it." her mother said handing Evan a battered envelope in a shaky hand, Evans eyes widened and slowly took the letter form her mothers hand. The letter was addressed to Evan and it was all handwritten. "I wonder who its from?" Evan thought. Slowly she tore the top of the letter open to reveal a letter inside, looking at her mothers worried face she slowly took the letter out...

14. We are no longer allowing students to use cannon names, this means first and last names when used together and last names period. We are ok with you using first names as long as it isn't with the last name as well (This includes the actors/actresses real names as well).
>>14a. As well as canon names, you may no longer use character names from books, movies, bands, t.v and so on. As well as the actors and actresses that play them.


It has to be ROUERIE.

[jenna670]

First Name: Myu (Me-u)

Last Name: Camine (Kah- mine)

Age: 11
Appearance: Short light brown hair, sweet, youthful face, dark circles under eyes, grey eyes

History: Her mother never wanted a child. She left Myu before she could even talk, leaving her broken and depressed husband to care for the kid. Myu's father, Brandon Camine, despised the child and saw her as a reminder of his ex wife. Myu had to learn to find things for herself, steal or not. When she was little she felt bad, but as she got older she told herself that they never helped her, not once, so why help them? When she got the letter, her father told her she was forbidden to go. The next night she dissapeared, headed to the academy.

Personality: Untrusting and quiet, Myu appears from the outside to be a model student. She is impeccably organized, due to her life of having to fend for herself, and her grades are never below the highest. She loves Astronomy because she likes to believe that the stars carry messages. When she meets someone she can trust, she would go to the end of the world and back for them. Even though her priorities are thinly written, Myu is not a bad person, merely a sad one. She might do things she shouldn't but she knows when to stop.

Sample RP:
"Father?" Myu stood by the door to her father's room, dust caking the soles of her shoes. Does he never sweep? She clutched her letter close to her legs, her heart thumping hard for the first time in a few years. After a few minutes a shoe thumped against the door loudly. The vibration triggered a jump from Myu, but she took the hint and ran from the hallway.
Further back in the house was her room, a small closet next to the garden door. She considered her room, but the skies looked clear enough for stars tonight, something she needed at the moment. Outside, the sky was indeed clear, and bitterly cold. If Myu had a coat she would have grabbed it, but seeing as the worn long sleeve red shirt she was wearing then was possibly her warmest article of clothing, she decided to deal with it. Besides, the stars were amazingly clear. It was obviously a sign.
Perhaps signs in the stars were a bit stupid, but Myu had a complex system. She unrolled her letter and stared at the emblem. Surely, that star mirrored it, right? She shook her head and shoved the letter back into her torn cargo pants. There was a fine line between hoping and being childish, and Myu hated to walk along it.
She would go, though. That she knew, whether her father agreed or not. There were at least nine hours a day she had no supervision, leaving would be too easy. Myu turned to the stars again. She wondered which one was closest to the school. To her school, she realized with satisfaction. Maybe she wasn't doomed to stay here forever after all.



Please make sure to expand your History, Personality and RP Sample section.

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[Elle Babineaux]

First Name: Elle
Last Name: Babineaux
Age: 14
Appearance: Being a Veela, Elle is seen as exceptionally beautiful, but, she rarely uses this to her advantage.
History: Elle, for one, is very proud of her French Heritage. Even more, she is incredibly proud of her Pureblood Heritage. Well, her mother is a Veela, while her father a Pure-blood. She loved watching her parents perform magic away from prying eyes, and loved the stories her older sister, Danielle, brought back from Beauxbatons. From then on, Elle was looking forward to her letter, and actually going to the French school of Magic.
Elle loved living in the romantic area of France, aka, Paris, and would happily let others know that she owned a home there. This brought on a romantic tempremant to Elle, and she just likes to find the good things in life. Her father, who was English, made sure she could speak fluent English as well as French, but, she still keeps her French accent. All the time, hearing her father’s stories of Hogwarts, Elle always preferred the idea of Beauxbatons.
Eventually, her letter came. Well, going to Beauxbatons didn’t mean she was leaving her friends behind, since she was homeschooled by her mother and father. Still, though, she is nervous about leaving home for a while, but non-the-less, is looking forward to it, and is ready to grasp it with the best of her ability.
Personality: Elle, for one, is very proud. Some might call her vain. She KNOWS that she is very pretty, and is VERY proud of being a Veela and she is very proud of her magic, home and family tree. She takes compliments in her pride, and always says ‘thank you’. Elle, despite being fairly vain, looks out for her friends. Despite not having many in her childhood, Elle would stick by her friends till the very end, and would do anything for them, no matter what. She is also very curious, and thankfully, brave. She happens to get herself into trouble quite a bit, but she is still fairly lady-like and dainty. She is also very romantic, and despite being honest all the time, likes to try and see the best in things, often seeing things through rose-tinted glasses.

The simple flaws of Elle’s personality has to be vanity, pride and not watching what she says. She accidently lets her thoughts slip, and, even though honesty is the best policy, Elle can be TOO honest at times. Again, if someone says something to hurt her pride, she will be ready to stage full out war against her.
Sample RP:
“Excellente Elle, tout simplement merveilleux!!” Elle’s mother gave her a small clap. Elle swooped down into a bow, and her mother nodded and left the room. At that moment, her father came in. “What did your mother say?” He asked, rolling his shoulders gently. “She said, Excellent Elle, just wonderful.” David, her father, nodded. “Yes, your French is fine.” Elle, raised her eyebrow. Fine? FINE!? It was Excellente! “And don’t forget- Beauxbatons will be ready for you soon.” Elle nodded curtly, before bustling out of the room. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her father; it was just that it was strange with him being the only man in the family. And besides, he was a bit of an outsider, going to Hogwarts and all while the rest of the family had, or was, going to Beauxbatons.

There was so much to think about, wasn't there? Staying away from home for a whole term, having to look after herself. And she was a Veela- would that effect how others saw her? Would they like her MORE? Could she be as popular as her sister? Would she even be good at magic? COULD she do that? Her forehead was starting to hurt. Too much thinking brought on a migrane.

So now, she packing. Well, the school looked exciting. The stories that came from it seemed exciting. Danielle entered with such flair that it was hard to miss her. “I see, heading to Beauxbatons, I’ve already graduated, as you know.” Elle gently rolled her eyes. Holding out her wand, Danielle muttered gently, and all her clothes and books flew into her suitcase. “Thanks...” Elle muttered, zipping the suitcase with such zest the handle nearly broke. “Well, I’m excited. I wonder what house I’ll be in?” Elle looked at the ceiling, deep in thought. “Well, it’s much better, the Beauxbaton way. I mean, sorting.” Danielle waved her hand dismissively. “In Hogwarts, you put on a hat. I don’t know about Durmstrang... but in MY school, you put on a cloak.” Danielle huffed, puffing out her chest. “Oh, well, that is all SO lovely, but I must be going now. Good bye!” Danielle opened her mouth to protest at Elle’s comments, but her sister had already swept past her, to the car, ignoring her sister for one more time before heading off.

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I think Sournois should do for you!

[Deleted]

First Name:Taylor
Middle Name:Adrianna
Last Name:Rayne
Age:13
Appearance:Tall,slender,long dirty blonde hair,fair skin,dark brown eyes.

History:Taylor Adrianna Rayne was a English born on 2 January, quarter-Veela witch daughter of wealthy wizard and witch Alexandra and Edward Rayne.Her mother is a half-Veela while her father is a Pure-blood wizard.As a quarter-Veela, Taylor has the ability to attract men. Although hers would not be as strong as that of a full Veela, it can overwhelm unsuspecting individuals when she decides to use it.The wand of Taylor is 9½" holly, with a unicorn hair core. It was manufactured by Mr. Goillerd, who described the wand is good in Dark Art.

Rayne Family history
Rayne is the surname of an old wizarding family. They were once pure-bloods, but Edward Rayne married half-veela witch Alexandra Lovegrass, thus their daughter,Taylor is a mixed-blood.

Notable Family Member

Edward Rayne(father)

Alexandra Rayne nee' Lovegrass(mother)

Irene Rayne(Sister)

William Rayne(Brother)

Aurore Whitehead nee'Rayne (Sister)

Daniel Whitehead (Brother in law)

Rosie Jacqueline Whitehead (Niece)

Anthony Merlin Whitehead (Nephew)

Clayrisis Rayne(paternal grandfather)

Olivia Rayne (paternal grandmother)

Enrieque Lovegrass (maternal grandfather)

Chelsea Lovegrass (maternal grandmother)

Status : Extant


Personality:Taylor had a very blunt nature, expressing herself in no uncertain terms. She always spoke her mind and often came off as rather arrogant and snobbish. Surly and moody, Taylor usually kept her own problems and rarely spoke unless he needed to.She was an extremely brave, loyal and selfless person who possessed tremendous strength of character.She is a loving person but not like a Muggle-born child.

Taylor's most prominent features include her prodigious intellect and cleverness. She is levelheaded, book-smart and is very good with logic. She is often bossy yet unfailingly dutiful and loyal to her friends—a person that can be counted on. Mr.Edward stated that Taylor is a person that "never strays off the path; she always keeps her attention focused on the job that must be done.


Sample RP: "Taylor, there is something I need to tell you," Mrs.Alexandra says as she leads Taylor over to the expensive brown leather couch in the sitting room. "Why do you sound so serious, Mother?" Taylor asks nervously. This is something about you," Mrs. alexandra says quietly as she sits beside her daughter. "Me? You aren't disowning me, are you?" Taylor asks worriedly. "No, Taylor. What I need to tell you is that you are a quarter Veela and that since tomorrow is your birthday you will be coming into your inheritance," Mrs. Alexandra explains. "But you aren't going to be an actual Veela since you are less than half of one. You won't get wings or claws and you won't suffer from separation anxiety, but you will have the Veela allure and you will be drawn to your mate though it won't be as strong as it should be so it may take you a while to figure out who it is," she finishes.

Taylor sighs in relief; she's glad that she won't become so mutant with wings and claws. Also, she'll get to seem hotter than she already is with her Veela allure. The only downside that she sees is that she can't choose who she gets to be with forever.

"Oh, and I forgot to add one more thing. Your eye colour will change depending on if you're dominant or submissive. If it is a dark colour you're dominant and if your eye colour becomes light it means you're submissive. The colour depends on your mate since it is usually his or her favorite colour," his mother adds. "Well it is obviously going to be dark," Taylor huffs – she has always believed herself to be straight. "Well, we'll see," Mrs. Alexandra teases as she leaves the room.

...Rouerie.

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[chloebloom]

First Name: Penny

Middle Name: Maire

Last Name: Bloom

Age: sixteen

Appearance:



History:
penny was bought up in the city of paris. she lived an extremely privileged lifestyle, her mother and father were very well off and treated her like a princess. she was an only child, though the treats and money thrown her way didn’t turn her into the snob most people would become.

being part of the wizarding world, penny knew no different. she didn’t understand the muggles she observed, looking at the eiffel tower in awe the way that only muggles did. but otherwise, she didn’t blink twice at them. they were beneath her as far as she knew – though her parents did try and convince her that muggles were the same, just not as gifted and she or anyone else from their world.

being home schooled throughout the majority of her life, penny grew envious of her friends. they all attended beauxbatons, somewhere she’d always planned to go. it wasn’t until she was 15 that penny took it upon herself to apply. she spoke with her parents about the matter and persuaded them to let her go if she did get a place at the academy.

a couple of weeks after her sixteenth birthday she received the letter she’d been waiting for. her acceptance into the academy she’d always dreamed of going to. going into it with an open mind – a little scared, but mostly excited, she prepared for what she knew would be the best years of her life to come.

Personality:
penny is not perfect – this she’s known since she was little. like most girls at a young age she just wanted to have fun and make friends. but that wasn’t something she had a hard time doing. with money and treats thrown in her direction from her parents – friends only appeared whenever they wanted anything, so trust isn’t a strong point. she learnt quickly that people were shallow and narrow minded

she’s a quiet girl, shy and self conscious, something she could definitely work on in her time at the academy, though she is bright and hard working which tend to work to her advantage.
she is a little afraid of getting hurt and betrayed, given she hasn’t ever gotten real close with anyone – it’s something she isn’t fond of experiencing.

despite the fact she hasn’t been close to anyone before, she is fiercely loyal and would throw herself in front of a train if it meant saving the ones she loved. her family always come first in her life, and nothing will ever change that.

Sample RP:
penny looked out of the window, it was winter and the first snow had fallen early that morning. it looked like a dream world, everything white and frozen, time stood still when the world looked like this – and it really was a site that took her breath away every time she saw it.
pulling on her socks and scraping her hair back into a loose ponytail, penny jumped up from the bed and grabbed her coat. it might be freezing out but there was nothing better then playing around in the first snow of the year.

she yanked on her coat, placed her earmuffs carefully over her ears and tugged on her pair of new snow boots. her mum and dad were always buying her new clothes each season – never wanting to be behind in fashion or anything. rolling her eyes at the thought process her parents had, she smiled softly. they thought money would solve everything, but no matter what she still loved them.

opening the door with a small creak, penny ran off making the first footprints in the white blanket beneath her. living just outside of the city meant she had enough space to run around. gathering snow in her hands, penny began rolling it up into a ball, she was going to make the best snowman possible. grinning brightly as she did so, she listened out for the door. her parents would so be right beside her, helping her make the best thing imaginable in the most muggle way possible. no magic needed to be used today – the world was already so magical covered in snow, anymore would just ruin it!

Rouerie, but I must ask you to use sentence case.

[axellearchambault]

First Name: Axelle
Last Name: Archambault
Age: 15

Appearance:


History: Axelle Amélie Archambault was born on the first of December in 1995 in the beautiful town of Chamonix-Mont-Blanc in the French Alps. Her parents, Laurence and Pascal, weren't just any parents. They were a witch and a wizard, though not of purest ancestry. Axelle is told that her deceased grandfather was a muggle. Not that she has ever minded, for in the isolation of the mountains, she's never had much exposure to the magical community.

From the start, Axelle and her parents lived in a little chalet in the village. A middle class family, they've ensured Axelle has never gone hungry but she's also never had anything particularly fancy, either. Because both of Axelle's parents work, until she was old enough, she grew up spending the better part of her days at the next-door neighbors' residence. The neighbors are a muggle family with several children - most younger than Axelle, so in recent years she has become their on-again, off-again babysitter and protector. The kids are like brothers and sisters to her, even though they are unaware of her family's magical background.

Axelle's mother is a magical travel agent, organizing trips to the Chamonix valley for those witches and wizards who want to get away but don't want the hassle of planning their vacations through the muggles. Axelle's father is a phoenix researcher, a job that requires him to climb the area's mountains in search of a sighting or of other signs of the magical birds. Axelle dislikes that their work keeps them so busy, but in the time that she spends with them their love for her is evident, so she has refrained from being bitter about it.

Since she could walk, Axelle has participated in the muggle activity of skiing. She loves it, and through many years of practice has become somewhat of an expert at it. She doesn't think there is anything wrong with a witch being so involved in a muggle hobby, nor that anyone would think there was something wrong with it. Axelle has even taught some of the neighbor's children to ski, and has dabbled in racing because she likes going fast. Her parents have tried to talk her out of this hobby but Axelle has protested and persisted her involvement in it. After all, in a mountain town, what else is there for her to do?

Not long before Axelle was accepted at Beauxbatons, her father went missing in the mountains on one of his phoenix-searching expeditions. This caused her a great deal of stress and preoccupation and caused Axelle to begin becoming more of an adult than a child. She cried herself to sleep for a week, and then her letter came and she cried even more at the prospect of leaving home during such a troubling time. It was Axelle's mother who decided she must go to school, and when Axelle leaves her father is still missing.

Personality: Axelle is a very sincere person. If she doesn't like you, she'll tell you - or you can read the expression on her face and that's usually a good indication too. Most of the time (at least before her father's disappearance) Axelle can be found smiling. Maybe because she had a fairly simple and worry-free childhood, Axelle has a cheerful nature. She tries to make the best of everything. She's the kind of person who would see a frowning stranger and not be able to walk past them without a smile and a hello. Insults make her stop and frown, and wonder why a person would need to say such things, but she recovers after a short time.

Axelle is a generally happy person, but when she isn't happy her moods tend to be extreme. Axelle is rarely only a little sad - every sadness that gets around her wall of cheerfulness seems a tragedy to her. She is rarely only a little angry - if Axelle loses her temper, it is most certainly lost. When her optimism wavers, she is convinced the world is about to end. Though she may not mean to, Axelle has a blunt way of speaking. She gets right to the point, even when that's a bad thing. She can't keep a secret - at least, not if someone asks her about it. Very open and honest, Axelle will sometimes reveal things to her own detriment, though she doesn't usually mind. Axelle likes to laugh, and she likes winter, cold weather, snow, and skiing. Also, she's a hugger. Even those she doesn't know that well, Axelle will hug upon meeting and parting.

Axelle is quite friendly. She craves social interaction, even if at times she can be a little awkward. She's not afraid to approach someone and talk to them. Along these lines, Axelle is also caring towards and protective of others, almost to the point of being overprotective. She can be clingy, though. Once she's made friends, she assumes they're her best friends (even if that means she has an absurd amount of these). And Axelle is obsessive about what she does - take skiing for instance. When Axelle is involved in something and cares about it, she gives her all to it, even if it seems excessive.

Axelle will laugh at nearly anything. She is very easily entertained and often has lots (or too much) energy. This, paired with a healthy dose of imagination, causes Axelle to be a force to be reckoned with. She gets carried away easily, and can be quite silly, loud, and rambunctious. Axelle is often indecisive, but when she makes up her mind she refuses to change it. She also holds her grudges, mostly because if there was a reason for her happy little self to dislike someone, it is usually a significant one that she has trouble forgiving or forgetting.

Axelle has a quick, lively mind, but is often too preoccupied with other things to take an interest in her studies. It's not that she doesn't like studying, for in truth she doesn't mind it, but she prefers being social and being involved in sports.

Sample RP: Axelle trotted down the town's main street, her feet carrying her in the familiar direction of home. She was probably late, but didn't think anything of it. Axelle had always had difficulty keeping track of such mundane details as the time of day, and by now those close to her were used to it. Still, though, she had this sense, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was already late, and that now was not the time for dawdling. Not that what she'd doing before had been dawdling, mind you, she'd just lost track of the time she'd spent. One day, Axelle would own a watch, but even then she suspected she would forget she was wearing it. Or lose it altogether. Would a lost watch mean that she'd lost time? How did one go about finding time, anyway?

Smiling absentmindedly to the rest of the street as she contemplated this, Axelle strode on. When she realized that it didn't really matter what the time was (and that it didn't matter that she didn't know this) the blonde developed a skip in her step. Her trot became more of a bounce as Axelle cheerily sprung from foot to foot. She was starting to get strange looks from the other pedestrians, but couldn't have cared less. She was enjoying herself. It was a sunny afternoon and all the possibilities in the world were open to her.

Arriving at last in front of the chalet, Axelle performed a spontaneous twirl before proceeding up the walkway. She let herself inside, cheeks flushed from all of the walking and skipping and hair windblown. The door closed behind her with its usual click of reassurance as she kicked off her sneakers and began to tread into the house. "Maman? Papa?" she called out eagerly, sweeping into the house's main room. For just one moment, Axelle stared at the scene before her. In front of the fireplace, two men from her father's work were speaking to her mother, whose face seemed not only distressed but tired, too.

The feeling of dread hit Axelle like a punch. The smile on her face vanished abruptly. A sob caught in her throat and tears started to well up in her eyes. Before she could figure out how to speak again, though, her mother had answered the question she hadn't known how to ask, "He's missing, Axelle." And with that, the tears started to fall as the girl stumbled into the nearest chair and broke down.

She would make a proud Cossu!

[keiragracex]

First name- Keira
Middle name- Grace
Surname- Crombie
Age- 15
Appearance- Auburn curly hair and very green eyes. 5ft 2in in height.

History- Keira was born in South West London on 4 January 1996 to a pure-blood family. When she was four her family moved to Kristian sand, Norway and when she was seven they moved to Ireland. When Keira was nine, her mother died, leaving her with her Father and younger sister, Rose. The family moved to London and have been living there with Keira's maternal grandmother ever since.

Personality- Keira is a quite shy girl and unlike her sister, prefers to shy away from the limelight. She could never hurt someone- not even her arch enemy- and loves animals. If you suggested hurting her friends or family, she would overcome her shyness temporarily to help them. She is loyal to her loved ones. She also loves music, her instrument being the violin, she also plays piano, oboe and clarinet. Keira also has mood changes. When she is feeling happy, she will feel on top of the world and full of love, for everything and everyone. When she is feeling sad, she locks herself away, feeling that anyone she will talk to will make her feel bad, she might only open up for her best friends. Keira is quite intelligent and loves her work, even enjoying a subject all of her friends hate. Once she picks up a book, whether it is a school textbook or a fiction, she will not be prised away from it.
Altogether, she is quite enthusiastic about anything, but don't ask her to do anything sports related except tennis!

Sample RP- It was a Monday morning at the dormitory of summer camp. The alarms went off and Keira was the first to rise. Glancing at the clock, which read 5.32 AM, Keira decided her friends needed to be up as well, waking Polly first, followed by Carol and finally Adeola, Carol's twin.
"Come on guys, we need to be dressed for the day! Our classes are Cookery, Maths, English, Chemistry and Music." In her opinion, Keira thought this was a brilliant day! Once her friends had dressed and eaten, they all set off for cookery.

Whilst the teacher was speaking, Keira was the only one in the class making notes. When it came to the cooking, Keira was having to go around, telling everyone what to do. By the end, only Keira's dessert looked anything like orange cheesecake. Keira's nickname of Know It All came back to her and left her just nodding and accepting the harsh words.

"Right, Maths!" Keira told her friends. After maths, she was planning to go to the library to finish all the work that had so far been sent. This was Keira on a happy day and no one wanted to bring her down. At the end of the maths lesson, though, that's exactly what happened.
"Why don't people get rid of all the blood traitors in the world. Like Carol and Adi, biggest blood traitors going. And their ugly." Unfortunately for him, Keira heard everything and turned to face him, a menacing look on her face...
//not finished


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[lenoxsophia]

First name: Lenox
middle name: Sophia
last name: Boone
age: 16

Appearance- Long, wavey brown hair. Hazel eyes, bright blue glasses. Average height and a little on the thin side.

History: Lenox was born in the US. She wasn't wanted, and was told in her teenage years that if her mother had known that she'd be a single parent, she would have never had her, the way she didn't have the two children she later became pregnant with. When she was 4 years old, her parents split up. She chose to live with her mother, despite having a strained relationship, and her father ceased to be a part of her life. When Lenox turned 11, her mother got a job in the Netherlands. The two moved. Lenox was basically left to her own devices. She found books to be her escape from her strained relationship with her mother. More recently, the relationship between the mother and daughter became a mess when her mom found out that Lenox was dating a boy named Vincent. Her mother hated him with a fury. Lenox and him dated for almost a year before her mom found out. As soon as her mother found out, she kicked Lenox out of the house. The only place to go was to Vincent's family, where she has spent the last few months living.

Personality: Lenox is very shy at first. She doesn't trust people very easily. She is quite intelligent as well. She cares more about animals than she does about humans. In fact, she finds the human race to be a disappointment as a whole. Lenox, though shy, can be very straight forward. She sees no point in lying to people, so always tells it like it is. Even though she is somewhat pessimistic, she is a nice person. But, beware of her biting sarcasm. She would rather spend her time reading a great book or listening to good music than anything else. Lenox is very trustworthy because she just doesn't see any point in telling a lie. Though she is an introverted bookworm, she can still be some what of a troublemaker, which is something she picked up from the coffee shops of the Netherlands.

Sample RP: Lenox was so tired of all the drama all her classmates seemed to get themselves involved in. She couldn't understand why her classmates didn't realize that all their trivial problems wouldn't matter in a couple years, or even a couple of months.
All she knew was that she missed Vincent, her boyfriend back in the Netherlands. She couldn't be bothered with all of the nonsense her friends bothered themselves with. So, while everyone was bickering about the boy they liked, or who claimed which boy first, she went to her bed, and took out her books to revise and get her mind off Vincent. Lenox didn't need to revise because she knew all of the material like it was the back of her hand. So, after a while, she went back downstairs.
All of the tension amongst her friends had settled, so she decided it was safe to relax with them. A short conversation ensued, and then everyone went their separate way: to class or just to meet up with some other friends.
The only friend to remain was Lenox's closest friend, Lauren. The two friends decided to embark on a short walk through the palace, not necessarily talking about anything, but not even needing to, because Lauren could understand Lenox without having to even say a word. She knew Lenox was lovesick and that the most painful thing she could do would be to talk about it...

[bmfromage]

First Name:Blanche Moisi

Last Name:Fromage

Age:14

Appearance:has raven hair, perfect skin, and emerald eyes

History: Comes from Brulon France. Eldest daughter of a very well regarded, and old wizarding family, has ties to Great Britain and Ireland (Has a cousin Salina Capall-Dorcha who has recently been admitted into Hogwarts in Slytherin house.) Blanche is quite the learned type, gorgeous, has ties to sirens in her family, wonderful dancer, and cares not for Quidditch. She would rather spend her time perfecting her wardrobe and sucking up to her family.

Personality:dominant, superior, snobbish

Sample RP:(from a diary entry by Salina about her cousin Blanche) "Cousin Blanche Moisi Fromage came to visit today. She is three years my elder, and I hate her. She lives in Brulon France, goes to Beauxbatons Academy, has raven hair, perfect skin, and emerald eyes. I hate her. My parents think she's wonderful. I think she's a git. She has come to stay for a weeks holiday before leaving for Beauxbatons for her third year studies. When we were little, she told me I had the face and hair of an over ripe pumpkin. I informed her that her name meant white moldy cheese."

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[tillyainsworth]

First Name: Tilly

Last Name: Sinclair

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:

History: Laurence Sinclair was a French pottery maker, who came to the Isle of Man because he was sorely embarrassed by his family, when his fiance left him. Whilst sitting in a quiet cafe in Ramsey, a small town in the north part of the island, he noticed a beautiful woman. He noticed how her ginger hair twinkled in the sunlight, her emerald eyes sparkled when she smiled and her pale skin was porcelain like a dolls. Being a confident young man, he decided to talk to her, as she was alone. He found out this young lady's name was Yvonne and she worked as an accountant for a large business firm in Nottingham. She was having a summer break from work, as she was fed up with her boring job. Three weeks later, Yvonne found out she was pregnant with Laurence's baby. Being so in love, they decided to get engaged.

Nine months later, Yvonne gave birth to a beautiful pale baby girl, with a tiny head of golden hair in La Rochelle. Yvonne had quit her job a few months after her engagement with Laurence, and they both moved to Laurence's hometown of La Rochelle, situated on the west coast of France. They had a small wedding a month before the baby was born. They decided to name the baby Tilly, as it meant powerful battler and they believed that she will do many great and powerful things as she grew up.

They knew something was different about Tilly. She was a quiet baby, that barely cried and barely either got sick. She seemed like the perfect child, but then weird and abnormal things started to happen. At the age of four, Tilly wanted a puppet that was in the local toy shop. Her parents didn't buy it for her, as they were strapped for cash as Yvonne worked as a manager in a the local home decorating store and Laurence still worked as a pottery-maker. But that evening the puppet appeared in Tilly's hands, they believed she stole it and punished her. However, they knew that she couldn't of stole it as the puppet was big enough to be noticed if she had.

Tilly was home schooled and never went out on any social events, and by the age of 8 her parents started to ignore her. The only time they would acknowledge her was during tutoring, and at the dinner table. Tilly grew depressed and by the age of 12 she felt neglected by her parents so badly, she was suicidal. She begun cutting herself faintly on the wrists to see if they noticed. Whenever she thought her parents had noticed her scars, they would disappeared like magic. Tilly never understood this and just thought she was going mentally insane.

At the age of fifteen, she had stopped cutting herself and was looking forward to leaving La Rochelle. She wanted to travel the world, and had saved up some money by working part time in a bookshop since the age of 13, as her parents stopped tutoring her then.

But then, she received a letter from a school she had never heard of. A school of apparent witchcraft and wizardry called Beauxbatons.

Personality: Tilly is very different to her parents, and likes to go through life unplanned. She says what she likes, and is very talkative. She’s very energetic and usually the life of the party. Due to her appearance, she is normally the centre of attention at most social events. Tilly daydreams a lot and seems a bit hazy at times. She has an obsession with colourful ribbons and animals.

Tilly is very creative and artistic. She is very passionate about photography and painting. Tilly enjoys poetry and classic English literature, such as Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. She planned on studying Literature at Oxford University , before receiving her letter from Beauxbatons. She can speak fluent French, English and Latin. She isn’t very intelligent in Muggle subjects, but excels in subjects that involve magic. Tilly has a special liking for Mythology, Potions., and Ancient Runes.

Due to Tilly’s past battles with depression, she can have her quiet and anti-social times. She can appear teary at the simplest of things and suicidal. If this depression does resurface she can result back to cutting herself or other suicidal methods. This depression can also lead Tilly into other mental problems that involve her physically.

Artistic; Tilly enjoys art, which she has inherited from her father, but she also enjoys photography. She has one a few competitions in photography, and has always achieved one of the top ranks.

Imaginative; Due to Tilly's love of literature, she is very imaginative and comes up ideas very easily. She loved making stories, as a little girl, about cats and rabbits. Tilly always thinks of 'out of the box' ideas for gifts, parties, events and etc.

Social; Even though Tilly has been living in an anti-social life for most of her life. Now that she gets to explore the world, and meet people. Tilly is becoming very social and talking to strangers on the street.

Confident; Tilly is very confident in her on skin, she doesn't care what others think about her.

Unique; Tilly is original, and is not a clone or copy of someone else. Everything about Tilly is original and never has copied someone else to look 'cool'.

Sample RP: A tall girl of fifteen years, dragged her aged brown suitcase into her bedroom. She left her suitcase on the floor, and tied her long golden hair into a messy ponytail. She walked to the bookcase, situated in the far right corner of her bedroom. This girl walked like an angel, and she was light footed against the dark wooden floor. Her brown eyes scanned the bookcase, until they finally rested on a row of books. She reached her porcelain skin hands towards one of these books, titled Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and carefully placed it into the suitcase. She continued grabbing books from the bookcase and proceeded putting them into her suitcase. The books were worn out, and carried titles such as; Pride and Prejudice, Oliver Twist and The Importance of Being Earnest. This was a girl, who liked classic literature. This girl was named Tilly Sinclair.

Tilly had placed eight of her favourite books into her suitcase and she still had another ten of her school textbooks to put in there. She didn’t know if she had enough room, but she didn’t want to leave home without her favourite literature. Tilly loved literature and poetry, ever since her parents stopped home-schooling her. Literature was the only thing that satisfied her life. Well, Tilly also favoured photography, she had taken beautiful photographs of her hometown of La Rochelle, and painting, she had always wanted to visit the Louvre in Paris. So really; literature, painting and photography satisfied her life. Without them, she might as well not exist.

Next, Tilly walked to her wardrobe, collected a stack of clothing and placed them unfolded into the suitcase. Tilly was excited to leave home; she had never left La Rochelle before. Her parents never wanted to travel, stating ‘they had already travelled enough and just wanted to settle down’. Not like her parents would know if she left the house. Tilly’s parents ignored her, practically neglected her. This lead to her battle with depression some years before, Tilly looked at the scars on her wrists as she thought about it.

Tilly was packing for her new school. This school, she had never heard of or had never registered for. The school named Beauxbatons stated that she was a witch and was to attend the school to learn magic. This excited Tilly.

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