Sorting (Term Nineteen)

[camillechastanet]

First Name: Camille

Last Name: Chastanet

Age:14

Appearance: Camille is 5'4" in height. She has long blonde wavy hair and bright blue eyes. She also has a clear complexion and is never seen without some form of lip balm or lip gloss on

History: Camille was born into a French pure-blood family. She grew up in southern France in a small town called Ambazac where she lived with her mother- Clemence who attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, her father- Simon who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (although he passed away when she was 6), her older brother- Yohan who also currently attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and her younger sister- Marianne who has just received her letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Camille attended Ambazac first school until she was eight (as her parents did not live in a highly dense wizard community when she was young, so she had to attend a "normal" school until they could move) and then she was home schooled as they were very close to becoming found out by the Muggle children at the school. During the time of her being home schooled they moved into Arrondissment Sixieme in Paris which gave them a much better life as they had much more day-to-day contact with Wizards.
It was then she received her letter from Beauxbatons. Her mother was delighted that her daughter had received such good news, but a couple of days later she got a letter from Hogwarts also. Camille desperately wanted to go to Beauxbatons but her mother and grandparents urged her to go to Hogwarts to honor her fathers memory. After three gruellingly long years at Hogwarts she decided not to go back. A girl called Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin house picked on her everyday and made her life hell. She left at the end of her 3rd year and decided to follow her heart and enroll to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Camille is a very smiley and happy young girl. She is always trying to make people smile or laugh. She has a great sense of humour and likes to play jokes on her friends. Despite this though she is an incredibly hard worker and always gets very good grades.
Camille is very family and friends orientated and usually puts others first. She is a good listener for anyone who needs a chat about something that's worrying them and she gives good constructive advise. She is good at singing and playing the piano but she loves most to dance. Camille is very similar to her older brother Yohan in the sense that they would do anything to help someone but they are also extremely different in the sense that Camille knows when to stop having a laugh and get on with her work, whereas Yohan is usually getting in trouble from his professors because he doesn't finish his work.
Camille, despite what you might think from the above, isn't a know-it-all. She will very rarely have her hand up to answer questions or be studying in her free time. She is very good at time management and is usually the one sorting Study Timetables for her friends.
Camille is a very tidy person. Everything has it's own place in her room. She has to have her clothes folded a certain way and her shoes lying a certain way. She has to have her hair perfect before she goes anywhere and always makes sure she looks presentable. Many people thinks she is a bit balmy for being this way but her brain works in a systematic way.

Sample RP: "I know Ginny, I'll miss you too. Ok well, I'll see you in the holidays! Maman says that we are coming to visit you all! Bye!" And with a shrill beep Ginny was gone. Camille looked around her room to see if she had missed something in her mad packing rush. Everything seemed to be in order so, she dragged her trunk to the landing and took one last look at her room before switching the light off. Just as she was about to close the door a small high pitched meow came from under her desk.
"Oh, there you are my little kitty cat!" She picked up her tiny white and brown kitten Papillon and put him on top of her trunk.
As Camille walked into the kitchen it seemed that all hell had broken loose. There were pans flying about and their house elf Hantant was chasing her younger sister with his wand as she was teasing him with sock. Oblivious to the chaos that was erupting from the kitchen, her brother Simon sat at the breakfast bar and smiled at her widely.
"Why are you smiling at me? Stop it! It's starting to creep me out!" Camille shouted over to him scowling. But he did not bat an eyelid at her 'death stare', which surprised her because usually he would at least pretend to be afraid.
"Well, little sister. Let's just say that I'm getting rid of one of the biggest pains in my life" he beamed smugly at her.
"Oh! I didn't think it was possible to surgically remove someone's forehead" she smiled to herself, happy with her comeback. Simon's face was an absolute picture. It has been a joke in her family since Simon was little that he has a big forehead and when Camille caught wind of this when she was about six or seven she has never let him live it down.

"C'mon everyone in the car!!" Clemence screeched. She had Marianne asking all sorts of Beauxbaton related questions, Camille complaining Marianne was giving her a sore head and Simon was making the pigeons on the street attack Hantant. "ALRIGHT ENOUGH!! Marianne, enough questions! Camille, STOP complaining! And Simon if you whisper Appugno one more time whilst your wand is in your hand it will be confiscated and you will simply have to explain to your teachers WHY you do not have it!" Clemence had a crazy look of anger on her face.

They sat in silence the whole way to the train station. Nobody dared breathe.

Once Simon had been dropped off at the station and they waved goodbye to the EuroStar as it sped out of the bustling station, they made their way across to the grounds of Beauxbatons. Camille's stomach was doing leaps and twisting around inside her, she was so nervous. She couldn't think straight. Everything she had read in the hand book- gone from brain. Everyone will have already made friends and settled into groups and be used to living together and she had to make her way into an already formed group.

As Camille and Marianne walked across the grounds towards the school, they both stopped. It was magnificent, the most beautiful building the had ever seen. This wasn't the school surely, was it?! It looked more like a palace! They carried on walking and eventually the made it into the courtyard where about 100-150 all dress in light blue robes and a light blue hat to match turned at the sight of them. This is what Camille feared most, she didn't want people thinking that she was the scruffy new girl. But instead of the confrontation she expected, she was greeted by a young blonde girl called Valerie who introduced them to all her friends.

After about half an hour of chatting to her newly made acquaintances she decided it would be best to find out where herself and Marianne should be.
"Valerie, do you know where the first year students need to be? I need to get Marianne there and as I wasn't a first year here myself I'm not too sure on how things work." She grinned at her new friend in hope she would help.
"Of course! See that group of boys and girls over there? Well that's the new first year students! If she goes over and gives her name then they can go into the Grande Salle for the Sorting Ceremony" Valerie said smiling back. Camille nudged her sister in the direction of the gaggle of nervous looking children. "I'll show you where YOU need to be for your sorting and welcome. Obviously you can't have yours with the first years, so we need to go and see Madame Maxime" said Valerie looking enthusiastic. Camille was nervous, she had heard so much about Madame Maxime. What if she made a bad impression?


Cossu!

[lily6700]

Jun 9, 2011 5:37:28 GMT -5 jillian baxter said:

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.

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*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.[/quote]




First Name:Adeline

Last Name:Dupont

Age:11

Appearence:Long red hair. Green eyes. Slender build. Long eyelashes. 4"3

History:Born in 2000. To Bruno and Celeste. Muggleborn. Her first word was l'amour or love in english. She has no brothers or sisters. Since she is muggleborn, she knows almost nothing about magic. As a child, she was often teased for her abnormal shortness. They would call her "un court" or short one. She had no friends. Although she was teased, no one dared throw a kick or punch at her. This is because one day, when Adeline was on the morning bus, a young boy walked up to her and began teasing her. After a while, she got fed up and punched him in the nose. Before she knew what was happening, every kid on the bus's backpacks began throwing themselves at him. Another time, when a girl was dunking Adeline's head in a toilet, right when Adeline started getting mad, the stall door closed, and hit the bully to the floor. Adeline had ran from the stall. She found out the next day that the bully had been locked in that stall all day, until someone found her. When she got her Beauxbatons letter, she couldn't believe it. Her and her mother went to Diagon Alley. She loved everything there. She especially loved wizard books. She loved the book on muggles the most. She would burst out laughing almost every minute. She also loved the Potions book. It sounded very easy, somehow. When she went to Enchanted Wands, she was somehow scared. It took her 69 times to find a wand. Her wand was beautiful. Purplewood. Hipogriff talon. 12 inches. She loved it. As soon as she picked up the wand, the shop owner knew. She loved the warmth of it in her hand. She spent almost all her time, drawing pictures of it. She even wrote a few poems about it. She loved looking it over. She loved to run her fingers over it. She couldn't wait to use it.

Personality:Natural at quidditch. Very shy but can sometimes wow you with braveness. In quidditch is a good beater. She is tiny but knows how to throw a punch. She can also speak parseltongue. She is terrible at remembering anything. She never picks up anything, and is terribly disorganized. She does not mind being teased but often wishes for a friend. She hopes to meet one in her new house. She may not be able to remember things, but she is amazing with logic. She loves anything that includes hints or clues or riddles. One of the reasons she is so tough is because of her parents divorce.

Example RP: Adeline couldn't wait. It was her first Quidditch Match. What if she got hit by a bludger? What if they expelled her for hitting a bludger at someone else and hurting them fatally? Or, worst of all, what if they lost? What if they lost because of HER? She took a deep breath. She had to stop being so negative all the time! She ate her toast slowly and dressed into her jersey. She walked slowly onto the field. She was suddenly lost in a flood of negative thoughts. Before she knew it, she heard the whistle. SHe quickly shot up into the air. Pretty soon a bludger came at her. She hit it. Woops! At first she thought she had hit it at her own team, but somehow, the bludger hit the keeper of the other team and her team scored! She just kept hitting bludgers and pretty soon, the other team caught the snitch. They had lost. No! Wait! They still had more points! They had won!

She walked back to castle with excitement. She couldn't wait to tell all her friends back home! But then she stopped. She remembered that she didn't have any friends. She kept walking towards the castle hurriedly. She wanted to get back to the common room to get her mind off everything. She had lots of homework anyway. She entered the common room, and sat on a couch. She took out her Potions homework. She LOVED Potions. The only subject she liked more was Transfiguration. She still remembered transfiguring her match on the first try. It was so easy! You just had to flick your wand and say some funny words right! Then again, the second time it had taken her three tries. She focused her mind on her homework and when she was finished, she went to bed. She was in a hallway. Next to her was her wand. She heard one of her poems being sung. Pictures of her wand swirled around her, like a tornado. Pretty soon, she was in the tornado. It threw her left and right.

She awoke, sweating. She checked the clock. Three in the morning. She suddenly felt like she was being thrown again. She ran to the bathroom and threw up. Lovely! Just lovely! she thought. She went back to her bed. She sighed. She lay in her bed, wide awake. She picked up her flashlight and a book.
Here is the pic for appearance:
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Please expand your history section and RP Sample section (which needs to be 3 paragraphs long).


According to your brief personality, I think Rouerie.

[nyx persephone korba,]

First Name: Nyx Persephone
Last Name: Korba
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:
History: Nyx Persephone Korba was born to Calliope and Thaddeus Korba. She was the fifth of the nine children that the couple would have. Nyx was born in a hospital in Nafplion, Greece when they were visiting family there. Nyx was named after the goddess of the night as she was born at exactly 11:59 PM on April ninth. Her mother is a Veela and her father a pureblood wizard who met when her father was a guard to the Ambassador to France as a sort of internship before becoming an Auror. Thad stayed in France for two years before taking a leave from the Greek ministry and marrying Calliope and bringing her back to Greece. They soon bought a house on the sea in Greece and within the next year they had a new member in the family... then another and another and another and another and another and another and another and another. They taught the kids about magic at home and would take the elder ones to ministry events to introduce them to the magical world.

Nyx went to many functions as a little girl and met children her age, but she didn't have many long term friends as her family lived in the countryside where there were no muggles to watch the family so they could be free to act like wizards and play Quidditch in their backyard. Nyx travelled around Europe as a little girl with her mother (who was working as a model) and got to see tons of magical sites and meet loads of people. The Korbas are a very tight family (even if Thad is away a lot on Auror business) and often times visited or lived with their cousins in Napflion or travelled to France to visit their mothers side of the family. One day when Nyx was travelling with her mother in France, she got her letter of acceptance to Beauxbatons as she was a duel citizen of Greece and France. She decided to leave Greece and go to France to pursue her studies and be closer to her Veela family as they had always been so nice to Nyx.

siblings: adonis - 20 rhea - 18 nikolas/zander - 17 nyx - 16 achlys - 15 iona - 13 theodore/gino - 11

Personality: Nyx is the type of girl that gets what she wants and will fight to get it due to the fact that she had to capture the attention of her parents when there were eight others around trying to do so. She's a tough gal that won't let a lot get to her as she had been teased by her older brothers so many times that some things just seize to get her. She doesn't usually think about doing things for others until asked (sometimes repeatedly) and can be quite selfish when she has something she likes. She's grown up in a loving environment and has the air of self importance and confidence. When she knows she's good at something, she's not one to be too humble about it.

Nyx is a party animal and enjoys fooling around and having a good time. She's never quick to blame herself or take responsibility for her actions, but that doesn't mean that she's not nice. She's quite nice in fact and is only mean when provoked or if she really doesn't like you. Nyx enjoys Quidditch, but also likes fashion design (that comes from her mother) and drawing. When she was little she used to give her artwork of models to the designers that her mother worked with and once one of them dedicated her mothers outfit to her (which only helped to raise her ego). Overall, Nyx isn't the type of girl that would go unnoticed in a group as she strives on a daily basis to be loud and obnoxious. Nyx can be too sarcastic for her own good sometimes and sometimes she just needs to be told to shut up as she just so unaware of her surroundings at points.

Sample RP: Nyx rolled out of bed with an air of excitement. Today she was going to play Quidditch. Every year her siblings played each other in a Quidditch Tournament. Each year a winner was chosen and whoever won got a new broomstick. Lily was convinced that it had been rigged the previous year as the tournament day had fallen on her brothers birthday and he just happened to win. No coincidence at all. Anyway, she would have totally won last years, she had scored the most goals and they were pretty impressive, but alas, it was not meant to be. Which meant that this year would be the year. She wanted a new broomstick so badly too, so she had to win. Nyx put on a pair of black leggings, a red v neck t-shirt with a sweatshirt over it, just in case it got too cold outside with the wind rushing at you in every direction.

Nyx hurried downstairs into the kitchen, surprised that no one was there. She smiled as she began to make chocolate chip pancakes, her favorite. She needed a full stomach if she was going to win that day. Nyx poured in the batter and when she was almost half way done, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She swore and turned off the stove before throwing a towel over her pancakes. She smiled as her six year old cousin came into the room. "Nyxy, I smelled pancakes. Do you know where they are?" Nyx picked up the little boy and swung him around as she answered, "I'm sorry, I have no idea where that smell's coming from... How about you go back upstairs and wait an hour before you wake your parents up for breakfast!" The little boy nodded and ran back up the stairs as Nyx sighed in relief. It wasn't her fault that she made great chocolate chip pancakes that everyone seemed to love and it wasn't her fault that she didn't want to cook them for everyone.

Nyx put the five chocolate chip pancakes on a plate and turned off the stove before putting the pan in the sink and rushing outside before the crowds of people came into the kitchen demanding pancakes. She sat on the cliff as she devoured her pancakes using her hands as there was no need to waste silver wear with these. She looked out into the ocean, excited that the tournament was soon. She wondered who would be on her team as the previous year she had had the best team she could dream of, it had basically been younger kids vs older kids. This year, another one of her cousins would be added into the mix as there was an age requirement of ten as there tended to be a lot of rough housing. The youngest on each team played seeker as it allowed them to be away from the considerably larger older kids. Nyx had played Chaser for awhile and knew how the judges (their parents) judged. They didn't just want a ball hog with great shots nor did they want a total team player, you had to be the perfect mix and do some spectacular things.

When Nyx was done with her five pancakes (the breakfast of champions) and had hands smeared in chocolate (the remains of what she could not lick off) she went back inside and put her plate in the sink and washed her hands. She scoffed at the scene around her. An empty kitchen! It was already nine o'clock and Quidditch started at eleven. You needed to eat a lot if you wanted to survive the day, as the tournament only allowed a fifteen minute lunch period (they took this seriously). Lily then heard a laugh emit from the dining room and realization dawned on her. Ohhhh, we use the dining room because we want to appear civilized in front of family. Nyx walked into the kitchen and greeted everyone, asking them if they were excited for Quidditch. Her cousins that were not yet at the age requirement mumbled something sour, but the answers were generally cheery. Nyx asked her mother if the teams were put up yet and Calliope pointed to a board. Nyx's face fell as she saw her team. It was her and the youngest of her cousins, besides her sister Rhea, but she had to play keeper as she had bought herself a broomstick that year with money from a summer job and the judges were not going to let her get another new broom. Rhea and Nyx exchanged looks of exasperation before Nyx turned to glare at her mother who smiled "innocently" back at her. Well, at least it won't be hard to appear good. she tried to think positively.

Cossu

[alexreynolds]

First Name: Alexander (known as Alex)
Middle Name: James
Last Name: Reynolds
Age: sixteen
Appearance:

History: James Reynolds and Charlotte Thompson met when they were both in their 6th year at Beauxbatons. James was a Cossu while Charlotte was a beautiful Roeurie. They were both at their respective tables in the great hall one day, when Charlotte caught James eye. They fell in love with each other instantly. James went over to Charlotte, introduced himself to her and they started going out there and then. By the time they both graduated, they were happily in love and were also engaged.

A year later, the two got married and settled into a happy life together. 3 years into their marriage, James and Charlotte discussed that they wanted to have children. By this time, Charlotte realised that she had missed her period. She did a pregnancy test and found out that she was pregnant. In february 1995, The soon-to-be parents found out that the baby was goin to be a boy so for the next couple of months, James and Charlotte bought a load of stuff for their new baby. On the 26th of June 1995 at around quarter to midnight, Charlotte went into labour and around an hour later, she gave birth to a handsome baby boy who was named Alexander James Reynolds. He had a little tuft of black hair and green eyes.

As soon as he was taken home, the new family settled into their new life. Alex showed that he was intelligent as he reached his first birthday, by learning how to walk and talk. By this time, Charlotte was already 6 months pregnant with a girl. 3 months later, she went into labour and on September 13th 1996, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who was named Olivia Grace Reynolds. Alex doted on his little sister as the two grew up. He helped her with a lot of things and didn't let their parents help with much.

Alex's stubborn streak came out just as his magical side appeared. James and Charlotte knew Alex would be magical as they both were magical too. James was a pure blood wizard while Charlotte was a muggle born witch. The month before his sixteenth birthday, Alex received his Beauxbatons letter.

Now Alex is 16 and is about to start his first year at Beauxbatons. His sister is at Hogwarts. Alex is hoping he gets into Cossu because of the musical and creative side of his personality.

Personality: Alex Reynolds is one of the smartest sixteen year old boys that you will ever meet. He is extremely intelligent and has been known to tutor other students in his year and older students too. He can be disorganised though as he usually is too busy tutoring other students to actually do his work early so always leaves it to the last minute.

Alex is a very friendly tutor. He loves having friends and also becoming friends with his tutees. He is also quite easy going which helps him become friends with people easier. Even though he is friendly, he is also very shy and quiet when you first meet him.

Alex is also talented in other ways. He is creative in the photography sense. This means he can come up with creative shots. He is also very musical as he can sing, play the guitar and play the alto sax. His intelligence helps him when it comes to music as he is able to sight read music and get it almost perfect. His music and photography are Alex's most important traits

Best Traits
- Musical
- Creative
- Intelligent
- Easygoing
- Friendly
- Independant

Worst Traits
- shy
- quiet
- clumsy
- disorganised
- picky
- stubborn
Sample RP: (does it matter if it's the same character but on a different site?)

It was 8:30 am on a Saturday morning and Alex Reynolds was stting on his bed in his single dorm, strumming his guitar and humming along to himself. He had been up for an hour and a half and had already gone up to the owlery to mail a note to his best friend using one of the school's owls as he didn't have an owl of his own. The only pet Alex had was a ginger tabby cat that he named Honey. The note was asking Sabrina if she would like to have a jamming session with him and 5 minutes later, the owl had come back to him with a note that just had and uppercase YES on it.

Putting his acoustic guitar away in it's case, Alex then jumped off his bed, grabbed a towel that was lying on a chair in his dorm and headed off to the bathroom for a shower. The fifteen year old got undressed and stepped into the shower. Luckily, there was hot water so the boy managed to have a decent shower. 10 minutes later, Alex stepped out of the shower, wrapped the towel around himself, then grabbed his clothes and wandered back to his dorm.

Chucking his clothes into the closet he had, Alex then took out a set of fresh clothes. He changed into a short sleeved checked shirt and dark blue bootcut jeans, then put his casio watch on his wrist and his cellphone (which was enchanted by the way) in his jeans pocket. He then found his trademark black converse in the bottom of his closet and slipped them on to his feet. One at a time, Alex put his feet up on the chair in his dorm and did the shoelaces up on both shoes. Once he had finished, Alex grabbed his saxophone case and put it on his back then he grabbed his guitar case with his right hand.

Heading out of his dorm, Alex locked it with the key he had been given, then wandered down to the common room and headed out of the ravenclaw tower. He made his way down the stairs until he reached the bottom. he wandered the corridors for a good 10 minutes, unitl he came across a corridor that had a long empty wall down one side. "Maybe this is the room of requirement" the fifteen year old boy thought. not hesitating, Alex wandered back and forth along the empty wall, thinking about what he needed. "Jam session" was the only thing in the boy's head as he carried on wandering. 5 minutes later, Alex noticed a strange door in the middle of the empty wall, Grabbing the door handle with his left hand, Alex opened the door and stepped inside.

"Oh my god. How did this room know what i needed?"
The boy exclaimed as he put his saxophone and guitar down on the nearest table. Wandering around the room, Alex noticed there was everything he needed for a jam session. There were stools, microphones and even a drumkit. There was even a table with snacks and drinks on it.He then saw a load of comfy chairs which looked identical to the one he had in his dorm. Going over to one of the chairs, Alex then sat down and waited for his best friend to arrive.

Hmmm... a tough one, but Rouerie will do.

[oliviawilkinson]

First Name: Madeleine Olivia
Last Name: Lefevre
Age: 20
Appearance: Madeleine is an average in height, long wavy burgundy-colored hair, fair skin. Has an almond shaped eyes, chubby cheeks.

History: Madeleine Olivia Lefevre is of a mixed race of Korean and French. Born and raised in a beautiful cozy house built in Cannes, France. Her father works as a company executive while her mother is a loving house wife.

Madeleine's parents started noticing her interest in witchcraft and wizardry when she was 9, by then they decided to sent her in to an all-girls muggle school and completed 4 years of school. Then, she decided to take and enrolled at Salem Institute of Magic, but with dissatifaction with the school she informed her parents that she'll be transferring to Beauxbatons Academy to study magic.

Personality: Madeleine is hardworking and plain student. She is kind, friendly and warm. She adapted most of her mother's appearance that she look more like an asian than a european. Margaret loves reading books. She takes studying and school very seriously. She's brave and independent. Madeleine treasures her friends very much, she loves them like her own sisters and brothers. She makes everyone comfortable with her company.

Sample RP:

It was Sunday afternoon, when she opened her eyes, and looked around her room. It was just like any other for her, not really, because there's a surprise waiting for her. She got up the bed, fixed her bed and went to her bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror while switching on the faucet when suddenly she heard her mother running up the stairs on to her bedroom, she quickly wiped her face and went out of the bathroom.

"omma, are you okay?" she said, her panting mother was just plain smiling at her and handed over an envelope, she was feeling nervous with what's inside the envelope. She slowly opened it, a blue enchanted butterfly flew out from the envelope then suddenly burst to a glitter dust and sprinkled all over her room, that made both them smiled and amazed, she looked at her mother with a nervous smile then took a deep breathe as she slowly get the letter of from the envelope.

She was reading it seriously unti she get to the words "....you are accepted.... be sorted... to the palace of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic" all she could ever feel was joy, she got in to her long dream school, she hugged her mother tightly, "this is it omma, I'll finish wizardry in beauxbatons", her teary-eyed mother then replied "Im proud of you".



Please make your personality at least one paragraph long.
EDITED
It must be Rouerie.

[bellamalfoi]

First Name: Bella

Last Name:Malfoi
Age: twelve

Appearance:
black curled hair. oval faced with dark brown almond shaped eyes



History:
Bella was born to two pure blood parents Louis and Gaelle Malfoi on may 26th 1999. Bella was born in Beauvais, when she was two her mother became pregnant with her sister Anabelle. When Bella was four her second sister Nathalie was born.
She moved with her parents and two sisters to Cannes at the age of ten, since that time she has been preparing to start at Beauxbatons Acadamy of Magic.

Personality:
Not always the nicest person Bella values pure blood supremacy, and can act coldly towards those she believes are below her. Being the eldest daughter in a rich family she is naturally spoilt, which explains her immaturity sometimes, however she has a fiery temper and is not to be prevoked.
Her father has started training her in combat and she is already proving to be an accomplished duelist, but, Bella seems to have a tendency for the dark arts.She seems to care a lot about her sister Nathalie.
Sample RP:

A high-pitched shriek had woken Bella from her deep slumber, while she waited for the drowsy feeling to wear off, she tried to recall what she had seen in her dreams. It was strange she remembered seeing a sign, a skull with a snake protruding from the mouth and entwining itself around the skull before rearing up to strike, what was weird about this was the fact that Bella didn't seem afraid of the sign, in fact, she was intrigued by it. she also recalled a voice saying two names Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange the problem was that Bella couldn't remember why these names were significant.
Another shriek brought Bella back to reality from her dream like state, she flung her duvet back and rolled out of bed, she rushed down the hallway to the last door on the left and flung it open. Inside she saw Anabelle fighting with Nathalie.

"Will you two just stop it?!" she shrieked.
"It's all her fault" Nathalie replied innocently.
"Just stop!" Bella shouted.
" ooh, Bella's moody because her letter should come today" Anabelle chided.

This shocked Bella. How could she forget? Bella ran down to the drawing roomas fast as her legs could carry her and began to watch out the window. Then she saw it a grey blob getting closer and closer, Epona the family owl flew gracefully through the window carrying an envelope made from powder blue parchment and at that moment Bella knew she was meant to go to Beauxbatons.


SOURNOIS!

[kittykat]

First name: Thea
Last name: Callahan
Age: 17
Appearance:


Thea is always attempting to impress others. Her friends are jealous of how she can just talk to someone so confidently and become friends within seconds. She loves to see and talk to new people all the time and because of this confidence she is able to show off any new look without thinking twice about what others think. Thea mainly gets comments from other people about her lovely brown eyes and how they sparkle when she smiles. She gets it so often because of how much she smiles. Her eyes match perfectly with her long flowing brown hair.

History:
Thea was born in the year 1995 in a quiet little place known as Downham with her mother, Gabriella and father, John. When Thea turned 2 her father ran out on them with a young american girl called Kylie by which he apparently felt uncontrollably in love with and never returned.

Thea ended up growing up unknowing of who who father was and had come to be since her mother never spoke of him. She preferred it for her daughter to grow up without a father than one that would just hurt her the way he had hurt them when he left. Gabriella only wanted the best for her daughter and was only keeping her from her goal unknowing of what it was doing to Thea.

The curiosity grew over the years until when Thea's 16th birthday came to be and she decided that since she was old enough, she would travel the world until she found him. Her mother protested, worried about her daughters well-being. Thea was having non of it and left only 2 days after her birthday, leaving only a note for her mother. Thea felt it better this way as she only knew that her mother would try to hold her back thinking it as protection, but Thea only wanted to hear the truth from her father in person. She knew that it would be tough but she'd never give up hope. Although Thea kept in touch with her mother, Gabriella was constantly worrying about her daughter.

Thea always tried calling him growing up just to hear his voice but he never answered. It's a year later, Thea is now 17 and still on the search for the mystery father of hers and vows to never give up hope. She had met a companion on the way called Patrick but it was never meant to be. She felt like it was too soon at the time but still feels the need for love in her life since she felt that her mother never did. She felt sorry for her mother being hurt so badly and having to raise a child on her own, loveless and alone.

A few months on and Thea feels the need to complete a career after failing to find her father and love so far. She came across the Beauxbatons academy of magic which she found perfect. She already had her results from the GCSE year and decided to enrol immediately. She decided to postpone the search for her missing father until she had graduated. Besides she wished to make loads of new friends too since she hardly had any and felt the need to mingle.

So she got in and as she enters the doors of Beauxbatons Academy of magic, she feels that she belongs here for definite. Especially when she is welcomed by all as she walks down the halls to her first class...

Personality:
Considering all that Thea has been through growing up. She is as bubbly and confident as ever. She loves to mingle with others and she gained her confidence from her journey to seek out her father because of everyone she met along the way. Growing up you would have imagined Thea to be very shy but she became quite the opposite. She may not have had many friends growing up but due to her wish to make so many friends; she learnt how to become confident with others.

Thea also loves animals as she grew up with 2 dogs, 1 cat and a few fish. The animals were her friends growing up until she left and made friends with locals as she travelled. She loves to smile alot and that's why people are always commenting on her eyes sparkling when she smiles.

Sample Roleplay:
"Are you sure you have to leave Thea, I mean finding John may only cause you grief" Gabriella begged as she held Thea tight. Thea felt the grief that leaving, gave her mother, but felt it for the best.
"I know mom but I just need to hear the truth from him, I have felt lost without him for so long" Gradually Thea pulled away from her mother and wandered upstairs to write the letter before leaving in a few days.
"It's just better this way, if i leave without saying when, it should be less painful" murmured Thea to herself, wedging the letter in between some books on the pine bookshelf in the hall.

Two days later, Thea had her bag packed and crept downstairs, and out the door while her mother was still in bed.
"Goodbye mom" A tear ran down Thea's face as she quietly closed the door behind her. Thea quietly shuffled away from the house, contemplating on what she was going to say when she finally met her father.

As the day went on, Gabriella found the note that her daughter left. She ran to the door screaming Thea's name; she wasn't ready for her daughter to leave. At least not this way...

Expand more on your personality as I cannot determine which house to sort you in.

[kerriebethh]

First Name: Eva
Last Name: Laetana
Age: 16

Appearance:


History:
Eva Laetana was born to Elizabeth Canning and Alistair Laetana on August 5th, 1995. Though Alistair is pure-blooded, Elizabeth is a half-blood, therefore making Eva a half-blood. Elizabeth's mother was a veela, which makes Eva one quarter veela. Eva's father, Alistair, already had one children from a previous marriage at the time of her birth, Jonathan, who was born from both pure-blooded families, and lives with his mother.

It is not known where, but somewhere along her father's bloodline, Eva's family are Latin. This is where her last name "Laetana" comes from, a derivative of "Laetus," which means "gorgeous." However, it is known that this was not a real last name, and was made up by one of her egotistical ancestors. When Eva was born, Elizabeth wished for her surname to be Canning, but Alistair would have none of it, claiming that this would "destroy" the family name.

Eva's family – with the exception of Jonathan - live at their huge manor in London, called Laetana mansion. It has been in Alistair's family for generations, and was passed down to him when his mother passed. Though Elizabeth and Alistair both claim to have a “perfect” marriage, behind closed doors they argue regularly and barely ever see each other in between.

Though Eva is a very mean girl, she often helps out around the mansion, usually opting to babysit her brother during their parents' arguments. However, she never gets proper recognition for this, as the Laetana's hired a stay-in babysitter as soon as Patrick was born, though she is barely ever around.

Personality:
Eva isn't very sociable, and will probably do anything to get out of a conversation. She doesn't like being told what to do, and often does the opposite of what someone tells her. She hates being wrong and won't thank you for proving that she is. Although she can be nice, she has a very mean undertone and finds satisfaction in the demise of others. Though she is veela-blooded, she doesn't like half-bloods and much prefers to be friendly with pure-bloods. She isn't a friend-oriented person and prefers not to have them, though she does have acquaintances that she will often have a laugh with at other people's expense.

Her favourite past time is sitting somewhere comfy where she can think. She doesn't like to read, and you will rarely ever see her pick up a book unless her magical education or her life depends on it. She isn't creative in any way, and cannot understand those that are. Her favourite lessons include practical, as she finds theory boring in the most devilish of ways. She loves to explore, and often sneaks out of bed at night to walk around the castle or search the grounds.

Sample RP:
Looking down at her suitcase, Eva sighed. She'd repacked everything in her suitcase a thousand times, and still didn't like the way it looked.
It's because of them, she thought to herself. Her eyes flicked to the carpet, below which her parents were arguing again. In fact, Eva couldn't remember a time when her parents weren't doing something to spite the other. It'd been like that her whole childhood.
Slamming the case shut, she pounced up and kicked it out of the way. It slid across the wooden floorboards, the wheels scratching against the individual lines of the grain. Without giving it another look, she flicked her long blonde hair out of her eyes and glided across her bedroom to the door, her hand automatically curling around the handle.
“Oh, don't be so stupid!” the yells of her mother forced themselves upon Eva, slapping her in the face like a gust of wind.
“What, because you've been a complete angel our whole relationship?” her father shouted, the sound of breaking glass echoing through the walls.
Eva sighed again. “That'll be me cleaning up,” she muttered to herself, thinking twice about going outside of her room. It was like a safe haven to her, she didn't have to let anyone in if she didn't want to. There were spells against that.
A warmth emanated from the words. There were spells against that. Her hand automatically travelled to the long, thin stick that had hastily been jammed into her jean pocket earlier. Holly and unicorn hair.
She smiled. The unicorn hair had been donated by her great-grandmother, who had come across one when she went to school at Hogwarts. She had since passed then, leaving nothing but memories behind.
“I could cast one,” she whispered, “Just a small one. No one would ever know.” She raised the wand, gripping her fingers around it, and opened her mouth-
“Evelyn?” her mother said in a concerned voice, “Did your father tell you where he was going to go tonight?” She flicked her eyes in the direction of her daughter as she ended her sentence, her eyes beginning to bulge out of her skull.
Eva looked at her mother's expression, then followed her eyes down to where her wand sat, clasped in her claw-like grip. Reality dawned on her, and she stuck it back into her jean pocket.
“Mum!” she gasped, paying attention to her mother's question instead of how she'd almost just cast an underage spell. “I thought he was downstairs with you?”
Her mother sighed. “We had another argument.” She said it as though it was brand new information, and as though Eva hadn't heard them.
“Oh.”
“Well, whatever,” she smiled, “It's time for us to get going. Are you all packed?”
Eva nodded, retrieving the suitcase from under her bed without looking at the contents. Firmly, she spun the zip around the lid and stood it up.
“Have you got Pan?”
“She'll follow,” she said, “We can put her in her cage when we get in the car. I don't think she'd be allowed to prowl around on her own.”
Her mother said nothing to this, instead deciding to leave the room. The long silk black cloak that hung from her shoulders billowed after her, trailing across the carpet in beautiful ruffles.
Eva watched as her mother disappeared around the corner, feeling as alone as ever. The silence in her room seemed to reflect this, and in the distance, a faint owl hoot could be heard outside her bedroom window.

SOURNOIS!

[toggit]

First Name: Isabella

Last Name:Krum ♥

Age:14
Appearance:
beautiful ginger medium height

History: comes from Vratsa bulgaria. daughter of seeker viktor krum and wife belle krum is half bulgarian half french and part fairy is a pure blood wizard and has a pet owl named embers and a dragon called draku

Personality: is a seeker for bulgaria's juniour national quidditch team and is the nicest person you would ever meet as she loves to shop chat gossip do makeovers and is also the perfect sweetheart for any boy, she loves to play sports mainly quiddicth. Silverbirch and Unicorn Hair 10 inch wand and a nimbus 2001 and a firebolt broomstick. is a big girly girl and punk princess loves music animals and cant stay off facebook and adores fashion is a big nerd for care of magical creatures

Please expand your history section and personality. Also you are missing the RP Sample section (which needs to be 3 paragraphs long). And be careful with grammatical and spelling errors.

[charlotteemanuelle]

First Name: Charlotte
Middle Name: Emmanuelle
Last Name: Vasseur
Age: 17
Appearance: Charlotte is only about 5'3 with long blond hair and green eyes. She has flawless skin and full lips. Due to her Veela heritage she is incredibly beautiful and attracts a lot of attention especially from muggle boys.
History: Charlotte was born on a small farm outside Toulouse and grew up with her mother and father. Charlotte is now an only child however she had had an older sister who had died at the age of 6. Charlotte's father is a wizard who believes in pureblood and the ruling of wizards over non magical people. Her mother is a Veela and does not have too many opinions on anything other than appearance and style. At their farm her father breeds thestrals.
Personality: Charlotte has a sweet personality but is often very soft spoken and a bit shy. Because of her Veela heritage she often has trouble making friends with girls. She is very loyal and chooses often to listen rather than speak. Though her parents are strong believers in a pureblood only society, Charlotte herself struggles with the idea and does not really know what she believes yet. Though she is generally one to follow the rules she does enjoy sneaking out of her dormitory every once in a while to think or walk around the ground in the dark.
Sample RP: "Charlotte!" The tall woman shouted as she leaned up the banister. "Charlotte come here your going to miss the train if we don't hurry! And don't forget to wear that new sweater I bought you it'll go wonderfully with your eyes."

Charlotte sighed and grabbed her trunk. With the other hand she snatched up the soft sweater and slowly descended the stairs. Her mother was waiting in the front room and when she saw her daughter slowly approching she huffed loudly. "Really charlotte it's like you're trying to make us late."

It was her first year at Beauxbatons and Charlotte was not pleased. She wanted nothing more than to continue living on her little farm riding thestrals and exploring the woods but instead her father was making her go to school. It wasn't that she didn't like learning new things but really more that she didn't know anyone and was nervous about what was to come. Earlier that day her father had called her into the dining room and said,

"Ah ma petite! Before you leave I must remind you. In recent years Beauxbatons has been allowing more and more mudbloods into the school and I absolutely forbid you to speak with them."

Her parents did not like anyone who was not pure blood and they had made that clear all her life. As she and her mother arrived at the station it seemed like hundreds of people were swarming around them. She quickly kissed her mother goodbye and rolled her trunk towards the train with her heart racing in her chest. As she boarded she looked up and down the hall for an empty compartment but all she saw was one with a lone mousy haired girl. Timidly she slid open the door and asked

"Excusez-moi ce que je peux m'asseoir avec vous?"

Expand your personality a little more for me to sort you.

[bonjourmeii]

First Name: Maiya-Ann
Last Name: Piccard
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

Height: 5’4
Eye colour: Caramel
Hair colour: Chestnut brown

Upon the mesmerising canvas are exquisite features. Elongated brows fixed to settle smoothly upon the woman's face balances the caramel eyes, one could so easily lose themselves in. In compliments to the array of delicate features graced upon her face a mass of her medium-sized nude lips sit looking smooth and delicate. Much like Maiya herself. Sprouting from her scalp is thick brown hair with natural chestnut highlights wavering down back. In contrast to the rest of the Piccard family, Maiya’s cascading chestnut hair is naturally wavy. The rest of the Piccard family, blessed with ash blonde straight hair. Maiya’s shoulders are fairly narrow with somewhat shallow collar bones. Giving off the impression of a slim and healthy young woman. Maiya always seems to wear a pinkish hue of lipstick and dark eyeliner to outline her caramel orbs. She likes to think it gives her face a much warmer and friendlier glow. Maiya tries to steer away from any form of trousers and prefers to dress in skirts and dresses. She believes it increases one’s femininity.

History: Charles and Amea Piccard were of the middle class in their time. They had a fairly exquisite home laced with fine heirlooms passed down from generations prior to their own. Oriental carpets spread vastly over fine wooden floors, crystal chandeliers hung up within the ceilings' heights, and polished furniture rested upon their eternal posts. Charles was working in a family industry passed down to him and Amea was working as a local seamstress. It was a fancy life for the two, adorned with evening dinner parties and luxurious dates to the swankiest restaurants. Then, along came their first bundle of joy. Maiya-Ann Piccard. You could see by the glow graced upon Charles and Amea’s faces that this child would be the apple of their eyes. Maiya grew up with the best of the best. Her and her cousins constantly competing with who had the better doll’s dresses. From afar, the Piccard family seemed perfect so it was natural to see everyone welcome their second bundle of joy, when Maiya was 2 years old. Alexandre Charles Piccard. The attention slowly flitted away from Maiya and it suddenly left her bitter and cold. Alexandre was the new apple of their parent’s eyes.

Growing up, Maiya had many friends. She was always in a group of three to four other girls whom all trotted around their neighbourhood in Paris on their own. They would play house, they would play cats & dogs, they'd play coppers and robbers, among many other games. One in particular has always stood out to the youthful Maiya and that one was “witches.” One day, whilst the girls were at a park, each girl had gathered herself a stick then appointed one to Maiya. “This is your wand,” one of the girls said. “You swish it around and whatever you wish for comes true!” And believing this, Maiya made a wish then swished. Nothing appeared. Nothing happened. The gullible child was saddened by her friend's trickery. For nights after that she would always swish around her fingers while laying in bed, making wishes and imagining them to appear. Her father found his little 'witch' so cute but always smiled sadly whenever he could see the vibrancy of make-belief fade from her eyes as it became apparent that fictitious plays weren't compatible with reality.

But one night, something happened. Something changed. In a brawl with her brother, Maiya became enraged by the ill-treatment she was receiving from Alexandre. In the fit of her own cries, all of the glass of the mirrors in the house tarnished, cracked, then vanished – leaving only the frames behind. Having been a witness to the phenomenon, their mother couldn't believe her eyes. She was too stunned with the disappearance of every single mirror glass to really be mad at any of the two. It was at that point that the two – Mother and Alexandre – knew there was something special about the little brunette. Or something ominous? Whatever the case be, this mystery was kept a secret from all. She was not able to beckon this power let alone practice but even if she could, the practice would be forbidden in her home.

Almost forgetting her gift, Maiya continued with life as a normal. Since that night, hardly any strange events have been occurring. But then, they moved houses. To a much bigger house where all the filthy rich lived. Maiya looked longingly at the life she’d left behind. Here, she was the outcast. No longer having many friends. The girls around her teased her and one even said “She has something weird about her”. Maiya knew she wasn’t like everyone else, that memory of her first display of magic was etched deep in her soul. The onslaught of this repeated torture became a normal thing for Maiya. Her parent’s never noticed. The boys would run away from her and the girls would pull her hair and tease her about everything she did, everything she wore, just everything.

One person, however did notice. Alexandre had seen the downcast looks Maiya had when she came in through the courtyard. He watched her, daily. He loved his sister, she just didn’t know. It was that day when he decided to confront her. Maiya trudged through the courtyards, her pale blue dress torn. She’d have to lie to mother about that. She couldn’t possibly tell her that Clemence Dubois had torn it. She’d never believe her. Alexandre stopped his sister in her tracks. “Mi, I have a surprise for you. Come on. Allez!” Alex used the single French word to present his urgency. Maiya let him drag her through the spacious house until they reached his room. “Close your eyes” Maiya did as she was told and gasped when she reopened them. A large poster has been painted by Alexandre. It was pastel pink, with a chateau adorned with pink lilies. That night, Maiya opened up to her younger brother. It was the start of a great relationship between the two siblings.

Not many years later, Maiya found herself at Beauxbatons Academy. She was saddened to leave her family, her father however was not. He was not happy with sending his daughter away to do magic. It was a fictional thing. Never to be a reality. Maiya however did find an upside to this, she could tell the girls of her neighbourhood that she was attending a posh academy far away. Much to the surprise of their mother Amea, her brother, Alexandre too displayed magical powers. During the Winter break, Maiya came home to a cold and unwelcoming house. It was unnerving. Alexandre was due to arrive later. She found her mother sobbing in the family room, her father had left. Just upped and left. He said he couldn’t take having freaks in his family. So he left. To say that the three remaining Piccards were heartbroken was an understatement. Her father had moved to America, and they hadn’t seen him since. Together, Amea, Alexandre and Maiya are in the process of overcoming hurdles together, as a family.

Personality: Even after all the events Maiya has been through, she is still a strong young woman – perhaps her experiences are what made her as strong as she is today for she tries to take no foolishness from anybody. Most of the time however, failing dramatically. She is also passionate about things she loves and witty. Emotionally she is extremely stable for someone who has been through her life events and has a will made of the strongest materials but even so, any armour of any kind has a weak point of a sort. Though stable, Maiya is easily offended. She's sensitive and cares deeply what others think of her – a flaw of her youth which has yet to leave her – but does do her best by not taking everything to the heart. Even when hurt, she always can fire back playfully. A witty tongue this girl has and she'll use it how she sees fit.

Her strength and sensitivity combination makes Maiya a rather empathetic character who is compassionate in caring for others. A useful tool to have in anyone's box. Though compassionate and empathetic, though sensitive and easily hurt, she is able to keep cool and think lucidly in critical situations. A very rational person she is and perhaps numbed from her own life experiences. Aside from all which, Maiya is a very friendly, warm person who can settle just about anyone with her warm smile.

As a bit of a gregarious (but low-key) person, she prefers being in the company of someone else but can often be found alone, lost in a book. She also has the tendency to get angry easily but her anger metre is none of which to be cautious of. Maiya gets upset, not enraged, and the most she would do when angry is raise her voice, cry, and probably through a shoe before storming away. Very rarely does Maiya get angry. It is noted that she gets along with people much younger or much older than her.

Likes: Animals|Fashion|Afternoon dates|People|Desserts
Dislikes: Alcoholic drinks|Prejudiced people|Stuck-up people
Loves: Family|Reading|Laughing|Hugs


Sample RP:
Maiya was sitting comfortably in the library after her final lesson. She was tired. She’d had a rather long day filled with mindless droning voices. Sure, she loved to learn new things and take notes, but she was itching to read something first. Last night, she’d spent the entire evening with three girls from her house. They’d discussed everything and anything and eaten so much candy she could sense her stomach turn uneasily at the thought. Maiya pulled her hair back into a loose knot at the nape of her neck and held it together with a quill. It had become a habit of hers, much to the chagrin of her mother who enjoyed running her hands through her brunette locks. At the thought of her mother, she sighed. She actually missed her, terribly. With her and Alex now at the Academy, her mother was all alone in their large house. But in the latest owl she’d received from her, she’d said she was going job hunting. Something all three Piccards were excited about.

Holding back a sigh, Maiya pushed her bag to the side of the table and got up and headed straight towards the book shelves. Her caramel orbs scanned the titles. She never once imagined that Beauxbatons would have Muggle books. Her eyes held a delighted stance as she came over a familiar spine. Emma by Jane Austen. It was her mother’s favourite book, and the love she had was slowly passed down onto her. Everyone wished to have their own Mr Darcy. Hugging the book to herself, Maiya let out a sigh and dropped it back into its respective. She carried on scanning the shelves with a content smile, her fingers lightly grazing the covers. She came upon another book. She pulled it out and studied the cover with great interest before shrugging and walking back to the table with her book.

The Art of Sketching. Maiya bit back a laugh. Why was she looking at such an odd book? She knew how to sketch, of course she did. Her and Alex had worked countless times to produce pieces of artwork together. However, Maiya felt a compelling feeling. Like, she had to open the book and see what was inside. Maiya opened the book and it fell open with a loud thud onto page 245. She scanned the book quickly and nearly fell out of her chair in shock. There, etched into the page was a self portrait by Oliver Piccard, her grandfather. ‘What is he doing there?’ Maiya asked herself as she shut the book with a resounding thud.

ROUERIE!

[{ evan moore]

First Name:
Evan

Last Name:
Monroe

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Evan was born October 31, outside of Atlanta, Georgia, the eldest of twins, to Grace and Jakob Moore. Grace was a very gentle soul. A muggle, but very accepting of her husband's "lifestyle", as she called it. She was a very petite woman, standing at only five feet and two inches tall. She had waist-length, platinum blonde hair, and eyes a captivating icy blue. In many ways, her husband was her exact opposite. Jakob had short, black hair, and was fairly tall at around six foot. He came from a pure-blood family, who, for the most part, was completely distraught by the fact that he had married a muggle.
Shortly after the twins were born, the little family rented an apartment right in the heart of Atlanta. The family didn't stay very long, however. The young parent quickly decided that the city was no place to raise their children.
They relocated to a small town in Louisiana. The new family remained quite happy for a few years until things began to go downhill. Jakob Moore began to get bored of family life. He thought he shouldn't have to be a responsible adult all the time. All he did was work, come home, spend time with the wife and kids, and go to sleep just to repeat the same monotonous cycle all over again. And he didn't want to do that for the rest of his life, so one day, Jakob just left home and never came back.
This broke their mother's heart. Grace sunk into a very deep depression, so deep, that Jakob's older brother James had started to come over to check on them everyday. Sometimes, he even was taking care of the twins on days Grace decided she didn't want to get out of bed.
When things began to return to normal, however, there was an accident. Evan and his twin Nicholas, had been playing in the back yard one night. His mother and James were inside preparing dinner, only stepping outside to check on the boys every once in a while. That particular night just so happened to be a full moon. Nicholas was the first one to see the creature. It was mere seconds later that Evan heard the low, fearsome growl of a werewolf. Precisely at that moment, he began to hear his mother's voice inside his head. "Take care of your brother, Evan. When I'm not around he is your responsibility. Don't let him get hurt. Without even giving it a second thought, Evan suddenly jumped in between his younger brother and the werewolf. This sudden movement surprised and scared the wolf, so it nipped at him. That little nip to the wolf was a very hard bite to a seven-year-old-little boy, however. Evan let out a blood-curdling scream as soon as the wolf's teeth broke through his skin. He screamed loud enough for his mother and uncle to hear, and they immediately came running from the house, scaring off the wolf in the a process.
After that incident, things changed for Evan Moore. After his mother witnessed his first transformation during the following full moon, it was very easy to tell that Grace was afraid of her eldest soon. Her fear wasn't because Evan had tried to attack her during the full moon or anything of the sort. It was simply because she had thought her own son was a monster; inside and out. Afterwards, Grace could barely look at her own son; and because he wasn't getting the attention he craved and needed from his mother, he started staying with uncle James and his aunt Denise a lot. They took him in and gave him the attention that his parents wouldn't give him. Soon, Evan moved in with his aunt and uncle. Shortly after that, his mother signed her parental rights over to James. Evan adjusted easily to his new life with his parents. The only thing he regretted about living with his uncle is that he didn't get to see his brother as much as he would have liked.
Soon after Evan's eleventh birthday, he was accepted to a nearby magical school. The few years he was there passed by in a haze. Shortly before his seventeenth birthday, James decided that France was in his family's future. So after Evan had finished the school year, the family packed up and moved to a comfort on the out- skirts of Versailles.

Personality:
Evan is a very shy sort of person, at first. He isn't one to share things about himself until he feels he can trust someone, because of this, he has had quite a hard time making friends. He is a very loyal and trustworthy person. What friends Evan does have though, are almost always female. For some reason that Evan cannot seem to figure out, he acts very strangely around members of the same sex. He gets terribly shy and embarrassed very easily.
Evan is usually very quiet, and very rarely raises his voice for any reason. The only time he does raise his voice is when he is angry or very frustrated for some reason. It is a rare occurrence for Evan to get angry though, he is usually very good about keeping his temper. Evan has a good head between his shoulders and he enjoys reading very much. However, due to the fact he doesn't study as much as he should, he doesn't make the grades he wishes he did.
He is stressed very easily, and unfortunately, panic attacks tend to occur in very stressful situations.

Sample RP:
"France?" Evan exclaimed in a very thick Cajun accent . Had his uncle lost his mind. "You're serious right now, aren't you?" Evan asked, his dark brown eyes as wide as saucers. What the hell was there in France, he wondered. Sure, he had heard that's where his grandparents still lived, and possibly his long-lost father, but honestly had no desire to see any of them. His grandparents hadn't bothered with keeping in touch with their grandchildren since Evan's father and left his mother. Basically the rest of the family had followed suit, so Evan saw no reason to having anything to do with them. "I'm quite serious," James Moore replied with a small smile, not bothering to look up from the latest novel he was reading.
Evan frowned. He had decided to pick up and move to France of all places? "Have you talk to Aunt Denise about this?" Evan asked, hoping he hadn't. If he hadn't gotten the okay from his aunt, Evan seriously doubted they were going anywhere. "Of course I have," James replied distractedly. Evan cursed under hat he this breath. Of course. Now that Evan thought logically about whole situation, James wouldn't have said they were going without Denise's approval, just that they might be going. Evan sighed. There was no use trying to fight it; it would be pointless. "When?" Evan asked, defeat very obvious in his voice. "Next week," James replied brightly.
Evan laughed. "Okay then," he muttered, mostly to himself. He seriously doubted that the entire mansion could be packed up in that amount of time. Even if magic was being used, their house was enormous, and his guardians never tossed anything out. They had more knickknacks, utensils, unused clothes, and just plain junk than they knew what to do with. Evan frowned again. This move was going to be his own personal hell. Well, he decided, he might as well start packing up. "I'm gonna go get started on my room," Evan announced to no one in particular. With that, he stood up, exited the sitting room and jogged upstairs.

ROUERIE!

[aleeza]

Aug 9, 2011 7:29:20 GMT -5 @aleeza said:

First Name:Aleeza
Last Name: Mc'Corman
Age: 13
Appearance: Very beautiful,tall,long wavy blonde hair,slender,light blue eye,fair skin

History: Aleeza Gabrielle was born into a wealthy English pure blood family on 19 September.Aleeza was raised to believe strongly in the importance of blood purity. She was the youngest from 2 siblings.His father attended Drumstrang Institute while her mother attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.Her wand is 11 3/4 holly" Thestral core.Aleeza can speak in Parseltongue because his father is a direct descendant of famous dark wizard in (10 century).
Personality: Aleeza extremely beauty,brave and ambition, resourcefulness andself-preservation.
Sample RP:



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[jejung]

MARCUS OH
Marcus Yusuf Wulfric David Oh was born on 30th January 1996 (15 in 2011) in a Victorian mansion built on a rugged hill above the village of Hohenschwangau near Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany.

The eldest among seven and the only son of half-wizard Kim Daniel Oh with half-veela witch Marie Anne Victoire, Marcus Oh marked his early years by tragedy when his mother, Marie Anne was framed by his aunt Agnes for the crime of misused of potions on a royal Muggle family and eventually kill one of them.

BIOGRAPHY
To escape the accusing eyes of both worlds, Daniel Oh led his family with nomad life. The family traveled from Germany to France and moved to England and finally settled down alternately between Sapporo, Japan and Jeju-do, South Korea.

Bavaria, GERMANY (1980s – mid 2000)
Living with his parents who worked as court healers, Marcus Oh spent most of his early childhood time in the Hospital Wing of Schloss Neuschwanstein and thus, makes him familiarized with both ancient and modern medicine. Here he received German studies in court until the family fled to France.

Châlons-en-Champagne, FRANCE (mid 2000 – late 2002)
From German healers to French traders, Oh family rebuilt their fame by supplying magical items of various kinds. Marcus along with his sisters, Marie II and Isabelle were put under the patronage of Madame Constance to allow them learned arts and literature. Marcus found his passion with strings, Marie II in singing and Isabelle in writings.

Cambridgeshire, ENGLAND (2003 - 2005)
By 2003, Daniel Oh served the Ministry of Magic and his spouse worked as French and German language teacher for Muggles. Along these years, Marcus and his sisters went to private school to learn English.

Hokkaido, JAPAN (2006-2011)
After seven years of trials, the culprits were discovered and sent to Azkaban for good. Daniel Oh led the family to a new land faraway from their motherland for a new beginning. In Japan, the family resides in a highland with two hippogriffs and three unicorns. Hokkaido-Jeju air route becomes the training lane for hippogriffs and unicorns.

Jeju-do, KOREA (2008-2011)
Korea is the second home for Ohs. They built an "Unplottable" cottage made of corals, pearls and shells in a beautiful lagoon. Besides using Hokkaido-Jeju water route as trade route, they use this route to train Merpeople.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCES
"He looks beautiful!"
—Madame Constance upon welcoming Marcus Oh

Marcus Oh was described as "Bishōnen" by Japanese or "Kkonminam" by Korean as beautiful youth, which presumably indicates that he took after either his mother, Marie Anne or his father, Daniel Oh, or both, in appearance. It could also link to his Veela ancestry.

He has shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, Asian skin complexion, a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes, a lean-fit figure and a smile described as "dazzling" with very white, even teeth. He wore his hair long and in a ponytail, and he had an earring with a fang dangling from it. Since residing in Korea, he tend to dye his hair black or brownish.

PERSONALITY & TRAITS
He seldom talks and always bury himself with books in the Library. He relies primarily on logics rather than magical abilities which forbid him accepting anything without proof. He turned cold towards people who said or did things in front of him that were stupid, or if he thought they were trying to be funny. Girls often described him as "Prince Charming" but boys called him "Snow Queen".

Marcus was neither afraid of speaking his mind nor afraid to stand up to his family, friends and significant others. He traveled back and forth from England to Paris to fight for justice for his family.

"The tragedy makes him become selective in making friends.. but he’s without a doubt, a loyal and worth companion.."
—Mr. Oh commentary about his only male descendant

"He’s not only our brother, he’s our protector and lover.. He’ll come back for us”
—Marie II trying to comfort her triplets sisters; Sophia, Rebecca and Elizabeth

He could be very warm, affectionate and supportive in times of great need.

Due to complexities of life, Marcus Oh was born with high determination and patience, inherit from his father. Benevolent and caring, he is much as his mother. More than anything else, he was motivated by his belief in the power of the human spirit. He also had a deep capacity for love, frequently reminding his siblings that love was the greatest magic of all.

A devoted animal lover, he is also seen as an environmentalist with special interest on architecture and cooking.


MAGICAL ABILITIES & SKILLS
Herbology: His passion towards herbs, flowers and shrubs can be seen in his 200 pages worn thick album, holding specimens from Germany, France, England, Japan and Korea.

Magizoology: Despite of fear on beasts, Marcus Oh show fairness and love towards them. Amongst his companions are Neige; a unicorn, Mariana; a siren, and Braveheart; a hippogriff. It is believed that he can tame dragons too.

Medical Magic: His parents are talented Healers, serving royal Muggle families without being discovered, and thus build a strong interest in Medical Charms. Marcus secretly learns Muggle medicine from his godfather; a court doctor.

Magical Architecture: He built the Marina; latest residence for Oh family in Korea. He also built his own glasshouse to accommodate his magical plants from the eyes of Muggles.

Transfiguration: Marcus Oh was able to conjure board games, chess set, cooking utensils, and gardening tools.

Charms: Begin to use Protective Charm since the tragedy happened, the family used it widely to avoid threats from the both worlds. The Marina was equipped with a series of reasonable Protective Charms to assure it is "Unplottable".

Flying: He favours riding winged creatures rather than broomstick. His dream is to built a remote residence in a carriage pulled by a pair of Abraxans.

Leaderships: He took the responsibilities of his father during the trials. Additionally, Marcus Oh is the Sky Captain for Hokkaido-Jeju sky route.

Languages: He is a native speaker of German and French, near native speaker of English, proficient both in speaking and writings. He can converse in Japanese and Korean but with German accent.

Literature: He values Shakespeare’s most, ventured in creative writings during his school time in England.

Music: Always seen with his pearl blue Stradivarius, Marcus Oh indeed a talented violinist. He’s also a guitarist and alternate singer for an indie band in downtown Seoul.

Calligraphy: Found his latest addiction since the Ohs shifted to Asian land.

Cooking: The best chef from Oh family. His passion is more in oriental dishes especially sushi and noodle-type cuisines.

SAMPLE ROLE-PLAY
"May I introduce you our son, the one and only kind…"
"Marcus Yusuf Wulfric David Oh, your precious grandson, Mother" said Daniel Oh, taking his place at the mahogany dining table, sitting next to his beloved wife, Marie Anne Victoire.

"Come on ‘ere my boy... ‘ere... "
Marcus got on his feet and walked past his father to a mysterious lady in long, leaf-green robes.
"Your seat is next to me... "
She had finally removed her bonnet. A long sheet of silvery-blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth.

Marcus hooked around, and with a jolt of surprise he saw an old wizard with large, pale eyes standing quietly by the window. Marcus has seen him before – from one of his mother’s family portraits, hanging on the bedroom wall beside the ornate four poster bed.
"Monsieur Fortesque, could we ‘ave you first, please?"
"Bonjour, Gustave Olivier Fortesque… your proud grandfather."
"… and I am your proud grandmuzzer… "

Mrs. Oh swept over to Marcus and gave him a warm hug.
"Your grandmuzzer... a veela," she whispered.
"Yes," Mr. Oh said quietly.
"Come closer," She took a closer look at her first male of her kind, a quarter veela.

"Zhe eyes.. zhe ‘air.. Yes, yes, yes…" she said quietly, "… and zhe charms… containing… dear me… ". The lady in green closed her eyes, jabbering French enchantments while touching every inch of her grandson.
"My dear leetle daughter, Marie.. You ‘ve been too much trouble…"
"Maman!" cried Mrs. Oh, rushing forward to embrace her.

"Marie.. zhe zime ‘ve comes.. Moment idèal…" she blessed her daughter with a kiss on her forehead.

"Bâton, s'il vous plait! " a 12” cypress wand suddenly appeared in her hand from middle of nowhere. She waved her fine magic wand in a strange motion; she cast a series of spells in her veela’s toungue.

"Zhere’s nothing to be afraid of, come ‘ere.. Grandmuzzer ‘ve something for you,"
Her dazzling smile is exactly like his mother. Like mother, like daughter. They share the same beauty… except, his grandmother’s gave him goosebumps.
"Marcus… ‘and... Yes, yes, yes... Right ‘and of yours…"

As Marcus lifted his hand, his grandmother pointed her wand on his right palm.
A warm sensation creeps all over his right hand, a blast of green light appeared, like a ribbon, it keeps binding his hand over and over again. He stood still, amazed.

"12”… Lignum-vitae... zhe ‘air... Ouah, ouah, ouah…"
"An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela,"
"One of my mine..."

The green ribbons fade, left a strange flower bud, within a minute, it blooms into a beautiful blue flower, with pleasant smells. Eager to touch it with his left hand, the flower burst into blue smokes and a 12” lignum-vitae wand contained with a veela hair of his grandmother was born.

[lilydelune]

First Name: Lily

Last Name: Delune

Age: 15

Appearance: She has really pale skin that is almost luminescent and really long hair that is gently curly and a chestnut colour. Her eyes are a bright emerald/forest green that are almond shaped. She's quite curvy (definitely not fat) but not typical skinny more of an hourglass shape but it can make her feel insecure

History: Born to a wizarding household, her mother is half veela and extremely beautiful with flowing blonde hair, she had married a half blood wizard who had a witch for a mother and a muggle father. It was a surprise when Lily didn't have a typical blonde hair Veela appearance but she still seems to be a quarter Veela as she has the allure and is very beautiful. They live in a town house in Paris, they a quite rich (but not snobbish) so it's a beautiful house in an amazing neighbor hood.This made it a very non prejudice household to grow up in. She had a sister who died when she was three from a strange Wizarding illness, her mother, father and herself were devastated at this at visit her grave in a secluded garden graveyard often bringing flowers. Her mother is a healer, who has worked hard to turn down her allure to be able to work with the patients. Her father is the head of the Department of Magical Beings in the French Ministry of Magic, he has made it a lot better for many beings that can be part human or not, like werewolves, Veelas and Centaurs. This makes them all appreciate their own rights, her father's best friend is a werewolf so they all have absolutely no prejudice against any creatures.

Some years after her younger sister died her mother had twins, two girls. They both have their mothers blonde hair but her fathers silvery eyes, Lily adores her two sisters who are called Isabelle and Isla, Lily still has a place in her heart for her deceased sister Amelie but her love for the twins is great true. The twins don't overshadow their dead sister but their dead sister doesn't overshadow them.

Personality: She's a very avid reader and devours any book she can get her hands on. She struggles to be taken seriously because of her Veela heritage but still continues on with her reading because she loves to do it. Another favorite thing of hers to do is to write, the idea of create a story on paper is so incredible to her she finds it hard to stop. She has a kind personality and is open to being friends with anyone but if their aren't very nice and she disagrees with the way they treat people who they think are beneath them she is not afraid to speak out which comes from her veela heritage and her fathers work.

She can sometimes be called a weirdo as she loves art and photography, she constantly carries around a notebook with a pen, pencil and a camera which annoys her friends as she has to be constantly dragged out of her work. She gets consistently brilliant grades, not because she's a know it all but because each subject fascinates her so much she doesn't just read the set books, but every single book she can find on it.

Sample RP:
Lily lay in bed, staring up at her enchanted ceiling, the butterflies in her stomach were going crazy. Eventually she swung herself out of bed and sat up. Breathing gently she made her way to the mirror and tried to brush the tangles from her hair. This was the day, the day she was going to Beauxbatons.

She caught some movement from the corner of her eye and spotted a bird sweeping through the sunrise outside her window, she grabbed her camera and took a perfect shot of it. She smiled at her handiwork, even nervous and excited her art took center stage. Quickly now, she pulled on some muggle jeans and tshirt before putting the camera strap around her neck and grabbing her bag filled with art supplies.

Once she'd made her way downstairs she barely had time to register the scene before two people came hurtling towards her. Hugging her with all their might the twins clung to her, desperate not to see their older sister go. Her parents were beaming proudly at their children, they were so proud of what Lily was going to become. They could feel that their little girl wasn't little anymore.

She was a witch.



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Make sure to watch your punctuation. Anyway, it's difficult since I see you in two different houses, but I think you'll be more suitable in ROUERIE!