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Post by noemiprice on Aug 13, 2011 22:11:04 GMT -5
First Name:
Noemi
Last Name:
Price
Age:
eleven
Appearance:
Noemi is kind of average. She's around five feet, three inches, with size 5 shoes. Her platinum blonde hair is almost always pulled back into a neat french braid which reaches down to the small of her back. Well, mostly platinum blonde. Underneath the long strands of platinum blonde hair lies dark brunette hair, not natural, of course. Her skin is pale and betrays her sunlight deficiency. Her eyes are a pale blue, not quite transparent, but not all that solid either. More like smoke.
Her build is slim, not unlike a model's build. Which is, in itself, quite rare in an eleven year old.
History:
Noemi was born in New York City, in the United States. Her mother worked in a hair salon, styling the hair of the rich and famous. Because of the absense of a father, her mother worked long hours, so Noemi was left to her own devices. Which is not such a bad thing to a little kid. When she was 10, the family recieved a mysterious letter from a man in France. Upon reading the letter, Noemi and her mother moved across the Atlantic to meet Ansel Price, her father, and a wizard. After a few months in France, Noemi recieved a letter in the mail for Beauxbaton's Academy.
Personality:
Noemi is, well, kind of a snob. Growing up without a mother around led her to copy the behavior of her friends, which were all the children on the rich and famous clients of her mother. This behavior was not much improved by the move to France, as many of the people she met there had never met an American. This snobby behavior was probably caused from being bullied as a young child, as those insecure thoughts can cause normally calm and kind people to react snobbishly.
Sample RP:
Noemi stared up at the ceiling. She really despised waiting. She really did. It was just so useless. But then she heard her mother yell something from the hall. She sprung up and looked around the small room she had called home for so many years. She was finally going. Going to France, to meet her father. She didn't quite believe her father was a wizard, she figured he had said something like that just to excite her, just as parents created the idea of Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny.
At this thought, she scampered out of the room, towards the sound of her mother's voice. You'll need to change your username to your character's name. Also your RP sample needs to be 2-3 paragraphs long. |
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Post by alaya2pedrama on Aug 14, 2011 2:48:43 GMT -5
First Name: Azlaina Alaya Aurore (names given by father) Last Name:Pedrama Age:15 Appearance: Long dark thick wavy hair, pale face, blue eyes, small, thin and pale History: Gerard Pedrama is a muggle, the brother of Jeannine Pedrama, a good witch. He was very jealous, and lied to everyone that he was a wizard. Severinah Snape (sister of Severus Snape, older by 10 years) believed him, and married him. They went to Britain, and he worked as a clerk while she worked in the british ministry of magic. Then, one day, they joined the death eaters. Gerard was permitted to do magic, but he failed. His wife was angry, and they divorced. He went back to france.Then my mother gave birth to me, and she gave me to him. Later, she tourtured him and he died, while she went to prison. I was given to Severus Snape, who raised me until I was six before sending me to a french orphanage, which is run by Madam Noellme Jhons. Personality:Alaya is a shy girl, who has a habit of tying ribbons everywhere. She is rather emotional, but brave and confident. She loves climbing trees and swinging on any rope she finds. She is rather girly and loves skirts, and talks fluently in english and french. Alaya spends her free time combing her hair and styling it with different styles. She has a notebook, where she draws everything that ever happened. She is very innocent-looking, and not afraid to show what is right. She sticks up for her friends no matter what. She is also rather good in potions. Sample RP: Alaya looked around her small room. She smiled when she saw her things, ready for her. She was about to start a year in Beauxbatons Academy. She had heard a great deal of Beauxbatons from her aunt Jeannine, and was excited to go there. She dressed, and dreamily stared out of her window. She was imagining her mother again. Her mother was very cruel, and all the stories she heard of her mother were very scary. She looked a lot like her mother, although she had her dad's blue eyes and pale skin. She had tried to dye her hair, but madam noellme didn't like that idea. She saw the tree where she once climbed with Arabelle, her best friend, and felt sad. Arabelle hadn't got a letter from Beauxbatons. She was going to a muggle school. But Alaya, was going to Beauxbatons, and she was going to become a great witch. Read more: olympemaxime.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=sortjobs&action=display&thread=57364#ixzz1UyyFVnXwYour RP sample needs to be at least 2-3 paragraphs long before I sort you. |
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Post by toggit on Aug 17, 2011 8:31:40 GMT -5
First name: Hayley Middle name: Anka Last name: Snow Age: 16 History: hayley was brought up in west scotland and born in france to a pure blood family scotish father and french mother.she has a big family consisting of father: marcus snow mother:alice snow sister:jessica Snow brother: alex snow sister:harriet Flitney brother-in-law: keaton flitney sister:isabelle krum brother-in-law: viktor krum grandfather(paternal):ronald snow grandmother(paternal):belle snow grandad(maternal): james petit nana(maternal): disney petit uncle:johnn lierre uncle: alexsander lierre uncle: pauly snow auntie: bethany snow auntie: joanna snow apperance: medium sized pink hair beautiful brown eyes www.emo-styles.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/summer-emo-hair-for-girls.jpgpersonality: is a lovely sweet innocent girl with a popular personality. is a good flyer being scouted for the french national quidditch team as a chaser.she owns a pink owl named embers and a hippogriff named rainbow. is known for being a trusted friendly pretty girl with a sharing side but can be mean when angry. Passions: hayley has passions towards music fashion quidditch and boys;) she loves defence against the dark arts and care of magical creatures and the art of flying. Sample RP:as hayley walked through the halls of the Snow family manor she was stopped by a letter at her feet it read: Dear misorre snow you have been excepted to beauxbatons academy of magic.... Hayley dropped the letter and ran to her family and told them the news they al cheered in glee. she jumped upon her broom and raced to her friends were they were waiting for madame peirre to open her school fashion shop as all the girls and boys were accepted into the school. hayley,alice,kaylley,and amber all hugged as the best friend taked about which houses the wanted to be in <3 Your RP sample needs to be at least 2-3 complete paragraphs before I can sort you. Also watch out for caps sensitivity, spacing, and grammar. |
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Post by katherynholliday18 on Aug 17, 2011 18:52:51 GMT -5
First Name: Katherine Last Name: Holliday Age: 13 Appearance: Katherine has a long black-brown-red hair. She has stormy grey eyes and pale skin. History: Katherine, born on May 23, 1998, pure-blood, was born in Toronto, Canada. Katherine had an older brother named Sebastian. At the age of 5, she and her family moved to Paris, France. They lived with her mother's sister; Annabelle. Aunt Annabelle's house wasn't that big. It had 3 floors, 2 bedrooms each floor, and a beautiful garden that bloomed all sorts of other flowers. Katherine's parents were always much more fond of his older brother. His brother was very spoiled. Katherine was used to this. At the age of 11, his brother was accepted a magic school. Katherine was really happy that his brother was gone. She wouldn't have to share a room with him anymore. Katherine met a young girl named Cecillia once, but never saw her again. At the age of 12, another baby was born, and her name was Charlotte. Katherine always thought that Charlotte was a good name. When her sister turned 1, Katherine had to say goodbye to her little family, to be accepted to a magic school. Personality: Katherine is shy whenever she is with strangers. She usually doesn't talk, only if it was necessary. WIth friends, Katherine can be competitive, loud, embarrassing, fun and sometimes evil. She loves reading, singing, dancing and doodling. Sometimes, whenever her friends are in trouble, she would try and wing it for them to escape detentions. Katherine loves helping. Either for homework, pranks or projects. She's never shy when she's trying to prove something, or showing someone the right thing, since she grew up with a very arrogant and conceited brother. When she's upset or mad, she would just hide her face and won't talk to anyone for a single day. She never wastes her time. She would read if she doesn't have something to do. She's a really trustworthy person, and she faces her problems by own, but if she couldn't really do it, she would try to ask for help. Growing up with her brother and her aunt made her a very brave and a troublesome person. Sample RP: Katherine sat up in her bed. Her brother, Sebastian, was snoring that Katherine couldn't sleep. She went outside to the garden. It was dark, you could see a thousand stars shining brightly in the sky, as if it's smiling at you. Katherine picked out a very pretty flower. It was colored yellow and it was puffy. Katherine notice this as a French Marigold flower. She sat under an apple tree that Aunt Annabelle planted. Aunt Annabelle was very fond of plants. She sat there, thinking. Only 1 week until the school starts again. She missed Cecillia. She was hoping that she could come to one of Sebastian's school. She always thought of waving a magic wand and learning spells and all those awesome cool stuff. She knew that she was a pure-blood but it seemed like she was a muggleborn not knowing anything. Katherine woke up by the sound of his brother's shouting. Katherine stood up and kicked him. She went inside and her mother rushed to her saying that she got her Beauxbatons Academy of Magic Acceptance letter. Katherine was so happy that she was going to explode of happiness. Katherine went to get Charlotte and hugged her too. She even hugged her brother. which she usually don't. She was so happy that she couldn't wait to go. Katherine sat in her bed thinking what else she should bring to school. Her aunt Annabelle gave Katherine her old trunk which she added her initials on: K.H. Katherine was about to get her books when her father called downstairs that they were going to get her school supplies. Cossu!Attachments:
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Post by xxangeldawnxx on Aug 23, 2011 9:58:58 GMT -5
First Name: Fawn
Last Name: Tina
Age: Fourteen
Appearance: Black hair, Caribbean blue eyes ((http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2238/2106336286_b5b6e37683.jpg))
History: She was born on May 21st in 1994. Her parents split up when she was eight, and she live(d) with her mum. Her dad seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth after spending four years in Azkaban. She also lived with her two little sister (before she went to Beauxbaton). Her youngest sister is named April who looks just like Fawn, she is ten years old. Her middle sister, Kim, is twelve and has red hair and brown eyes. Fawn is a half-blood, her father being the wizard, and her mother being a Muggle.
Personality: She is obediant, but funny and sarcastic when you annoy her. She has a passion for writing and reading, an a tiny obsession with Medevil Times. When someone gets on her last nerve, she tends to lash out (or explode with cussing words) and sometimes be a bit violent. She doesn't have a lot of friends becasue many people are either afraid of her, or they just don't want to get to know her. She is loyal, brave, and cunning. Fawn doesn't get into a lot of trouble, but every once in a while, she gets detention.
Sample RP:
I yawn and scratch my scalp as I sit up in my cot. I can hear April whining down stairs, and Kim is snoring in the cot beside mine. I wrinkle up my nose a little bit and get off of my cot, kicking away my fuzzy purple blanket.
The edge of my mouth twitch up into a smile as I see Kim drooling on her pillow. It's kind of gross, but I have gotten used to waking up and seeing that.
I tiptoe quietly over to my dresser and slip some shorts over my underwear (I only wear a long t-shirt when I sleep), then pound down the step wood stairs and into the kitchen where April is refusing to eat her Cheerios unless there is honey smothering them.
I break into another yawn and sit down at the old wooden table.
"Hi, honey. Are you ready for your first day back to school?" My mum asks me, handing me a bowl of soggy Cheerios.
"Of course, Mum! This summer has been bloody boring." I respond, and reach for some grapes sitting in the middle of the table.
"Alright, well, we're leaving in about an hour, so you might want to get everything packed up."
Of course, I already do have it packed up. I have had everything packed up for days on end. I am so excited to be going back! And i'll get to see Cassie, my best friend! Unless she is going to transfer to Hogwarts like she said she might... I frown down at the table and pop a grape into my mouth. I am going to miss her if she does. I think she is transferring. I am going to miss her SO much...
"Mum! Can I go to Beauxbaton yet? I've been waiting for years!" Kim's voice comes from the stairwell.
My Mum shakes her head just as my black feathered owl, Junebug, flies through the window.
I jump up and walk over to her and take the letter from Junebug. I unfold it and read it, absentmindedly stroking her head.
'Fawn,
I'm sorry, but I have decided to transfer to Hogwarts. lots of people are saying that it is better than Beauxbatons, and my mum won't let me stay.
I'm sorry!
Love, Cassie.'
I let out a frustrated breath and stomp my foot. Hogwarts isn't better than Beauxbaton! Liars. I wander back over to the table and sit down again. This is going to be a LONG year.
Please change your display name to match the one from the application. Also be careful with your spelling. And also we don't write in first person on this site, so you'll need to rewrite your RP sample in third person. Change all that and I'll come back to sort you.
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Post by Adalene Willem on Sept 1, 2011 15:58:05 GMT -5
First name: Adalene
Last name: Willem
Age: 14
Appearance: Adalene is not concerned with her beauty although she is quite beautiful. She has dark blonde hair that is wavy and quite striking eyes as they are bright green. The rest of her features are quite fair.
History: Adalene Willem was born in a Parisan apartment to proud parents Lamar and Marie Willem. Adalene was their first child. Lamar is a muggle and had his own art gallery in Paris. Marie on the other hand was a witch and Lamar didn't know . . . Yet. Adalene had a normal upbringing until she was three. After that things went abnormal.
At the tender age of three Ada (as her parents called her) was, shall we say doing some unusual things. She would make things move or bring her toys to her by just looking at them. Her father was very worried and her mother was very worried too. The reason was because she had never seen a witch or wizard child posses such power
at such a young age. Marie wasn't the sharpest tac in the box. She was never the smartest student in her school (which was Hogwarts) although she obviously had
some good talent. Not long after Adalene showed astonishing talent Marie and Lamar
welcome a second child. This was a girl and they named her Monroe. As time went
by Ada was doing more and more magic and Monroe hand't done one thing. Marie
finally couldn't handle it any longer so she told Lamar that she was a witch; for
Adalene's sake, Lamardid not take to the news at all well. He was yelling at the top
of
his lung and left. He left for a month and then came back and took Monroe (at the time Monroe was three). Marie was depressed for months. When she got her self
together. She tried to teach Ada more magic. She never enrolled her in school because
she was sure that Ada would get into a wizarding school and achieve great things. As Adalene got older she had some issues, because she was never enrolled in school (and by this time she was eleven) she started to feel lonely. She didn't have any friends and didn't have the skills to go and find friends; as her mother never taught her anything like that. The next few years went by very slowly until her fourteenth birthday when she got the letter.
Personality: Adalene is obviously a very smart child and sometimes feels the pressure to be an amazing wizard for her mum. She is lacking social skills and by the time she was 13 the only friends she had accumulated where her hairdresser and her mum. She was sort of shy and didn't say too much although she has strong opinions she doesn't voice them. She is very traditional in the way that she think and she would never say anything bad about anyone because she seems to understand how they are feeling
although she doesn't really have much experience in the big world. She is very witty
and has more logic than her mother. She loves books and takes special intrest in transfiguration. She isn't much of a creative flyer and she does not like divination at all,
Sample RP: Adalene was in charge of getting the mail every morning. Although the
Willems didn't get very much mail as they are witches. This particular morning was
Ada's birthday and she always seemed to like her birthday because she would get a
new book full of magic from her mother. She loved books and she would devour them
right when she got them. She got the mail and looked at the envelope adressed to
Adalene Willem. Her heart stopped for a mere half second! Since when did Ada ever
get mail? She tore the envelope open and read a note about her talent and that she
was enrolled in Beauxbatons academy.
She screamed and Told her mother. Marie was excited and said that she could've seen
that letter coming. She explained that she didn't know that much about Beauxbatons
because she went to Hogwarts. Ada ran upstairs and started to pack her bags for this
new journey.
That day Ada didn't think much about anything but Beauxbatons. She was super excited but one thing that she was worried about was making new friends. Would she have any friends? Would she be top of the class? How would she go about making friends? Those were all questions that would be answered very shortly.
Rouerie!
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Post by andybelleleroy on Sept 4, 2011 22:36:56 GMT -5
First Name: Andrea Middle Name: Belle Last Name: Leroy Age: 16 Appearance:  History: Andrea Belle Leroy was the only girl in a family of 7 boys. She grew up to take pain and not complain, and she learned how to do many things that proper girls shouldn't really know how to do. Andrea's mother had died after giving birth to Andrea, so she had no one to tell her what was right or wrong. Andrea was also the youngest of the big family, so she had a hard time with a lot of things. When Andrea was 6, she lost her eldest brother in an accident. Since he was her role model, Andrea was devistated. Andrea had tried going to normal schools, but she would always get teased because of her strange family. When Andrea turned 10, she and her family had moved to at least 10 different places, and that was very hard on Andrea, since she already had a hard time to make friends. Since Andrea grew up with Dyslexia, she was teased a lot in class and after school. That's when her father took her out and started home-schooling her. Personality: andrea can be a loud girl. She loves to let loose and have fun, but other times she can be very serious and mature. She is a creative girl who loves music and art. Sample RP: Andrea awoke to the loud screeching of her alarm clock. She moaned, putting a pillow against her face to cool dance from her humid bedroom. A coiuple minutes of laying in her comfy, pillow-filled bed, she heard a knock on her door. "Come on, Andy, it's time to get up." Her father caled from the other side of the solid door. Andrea groaned loudly as she listened to the fotsteps of her father walk down the stairs, attempting to drown out the alarm clock. Since she failed at ignoring the screeching of the horrid, electric beast, she slammed her hand down on the snooze button and threw off her thick blanket. She stod up, standing there for a second as she gained balance from light-headedness, and then scratched the back of her messy blond hair. She stood in front of her mirror, looking at her messy self and yawned loudly. She walked to her wardrobe, opening the two elegantly-painted doors, looking through dresses. She had many different styles of dresses; blue ones with sequence, purple ones with lace, white ones that flowed when she walked. She grabbed her school uniform; plaid red skirt, white button up, puffy sleeved blouse, and a grey sweatervest. Her shoes were small little black shoes with a strap on them, and she wore white, knee high socks with them. As her shoes made a little click noise on the hardwood floor of the halway as she ehaded down to the kitchen, someone bumped into her from behind, knocking her down the stiars. Andrea grunted in pain as she landed at the bottom of the steps, her hair in her face. "Stupid brother..." She muttered to herself as she wandered into the kitchen, fixing her outfit. She smelled eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh, homemade strawberry jam and applejuice. Her dad was at the stove, his old, ratted apron tied around his neck and waist, and her five older brothers aready eating at the table, not even dressed yet. "Why am I the only one who actually goes to school?" she asked her father, who turned around to look at her, a hot pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Andrea's voice was kind of loud, but it flowed through the air elegantly. Her father laughed. "Because you're only sixteen, sweetie. Now eat your toast before you miss the train." He said and went back to cooking. Andrea nearly spit out the sip of applejuice she had taken. She completely forgot about the bus! She grabbed a piece of strawberry jammed toast and shoved it in her mouth, grabbed her school bag, and rushed out the front door. I need for you to expand more on your personality before I can sort you. Also make sure to use spell check.
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Post by anastasialaken on Sept 6, 2011 14:05:35 GMT -5
First Name: Anastasia
Last Name: Todd
Age: 18
Appearance:
History:
Mother - Marcie Anne Todd - Born and raised in Paris, she was one of many magical folk in her bloodline. Both of her parents, as well as her aunt on her father's side and her two uncles on her mother's side, and many before them, had attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Father - Delis Marvik Burrell - Delis was born in Russia but moved to France with his parents at the age of four. Like Marcie, his family had a long line of witches and wizards. So naturally, it was a bit surprising when the powers were not passed on to him. Though the rest of his family attended Durmstrang, he was the first in the family not to attend a magic school.
Anastasia has never met her father or any of his side of the family. Marcie and Delis met in the United States after graduating and Marcie soon became pregnant, but Delis wasn't nearly as happy about it as she was. He split, leaving Marcie pregnant, alone, and with little money in Portland, Oregon. She had no choice but to move back to Paris and live with her parents. Their house was extravagant, but comfortable. Money wasn't something that they paid attention to. Anastasia grew up there, playing piano with her grandfather and tending the flower gardens with her grandmother. She watched as they practiced magic, showing her tricks and simple things that made her smile. It wasn't long before her mother noticed that the magic blood in her was starting to show. When the time came, Anastasia received her letter from Beauxbatons, and off she went. There, she practiced magic, wanting to learn all that she could and make the best of the gift she'd been given.
Personality:
Anastasia is a sweet, well-mannered, outgoing girl. Though she can be rather quiet at times, she's usually the loud one in the group. She loves singing and playing music. It's her one and only passion. She enjoys reading and writing, mostly songs and poems, and has a big heart for people that she can relate to. That's not to say that she only gets along with people she has something in common with. Absolutely not. She tries her hardest to find something good in even the darkest of souls. You can count on Anastasia to be there for you when you're down or when you need someone to talk to. She never turns people away.
Sample RP:
(This is from another site)
Harley’s eyes scanned the many windows of the shops in Diagon Alley. It’d been forever since she’d been there, seeing as she was away for so long, and it was nice to finally see all of the amazing things that the shops had to offer. She was determined to one day say that she'd bought something from every shop in the alley, and today she would be one stop closer. Harley's fingers played with the pendant that hung from her neck, a lovely reminder of her mother back in Paris, as she let her eyes wander across the signs that hung above and on most of the shop's doors. The thought of her mother made her miss her family even though she'd just been with them a few days before. She couldn't wait until the holidays when she could return to Paris again and see her mother. Her grandparents, too. She'd always been so close to all of them. It was always hard to be away from them, and now that she was living in London, away from the home she'd always known, it was even harder. There was definitely a lot to get used to.
All thoughts of her family were pushed from her mind when Harley saw a sign down near the end of the alley. It was old and faded, painted blue with small yellow and white stars, and it read Telescope Shop. Her love of Astronomy lured her in and she walked to the window of the shop, which was rather poorly lit, and cupped her hands on her eyes to peer inside. It seemed like someone had forgotten all about the shop. Almost every object inside was collecting dust, some posters and pictures had fallen off the walls, the bookshelves were falling apart, leaving no place for the books except the staircase which lead to a loft full of unknown objects covered in ratty old cloth, and cobwebs hung from every corner and every light that hung from the high ceiling.
At first, she wasn't sure if anyone had been inside for years, but then she saw movement near the back of the store. Not being one to pass up an opportunity to discover new people, places, and things, Harley approached the door. She pushed it open slowly and it creaked noisily before chiming a bell that hung above it. The bell made an eerie tingle that indicated that it hadn't been rung in ages and was now completely out of tune. She stepped inside, her flats leaving footprints in the thick layer of dust that covered the dark hardwood floors, and headed toward the back where she though she'd seen movement. She watched her every step as to not stomp on any of the fallen wall ornaments or piles of books. When she walked closer to the one and only window in the shop, the one she'd been gazing through only minutes before, the light coming in lit up the floor. It was a lot easier for her to see now, and to her surprise she spotted another set of footprints leading to the back of the shop.
Biting her lip nervously, she continued to walk, careful not to touch anything along the way. She finally reached the back of the shop after passing telescope after telescope, and something filled her ears that brought a smile to her face. Someone was playing music. And very well, at that. She looked around until she found where the music could be coming from until her eyes met a door against the back wall. She inched closer to it, and as she did so the music grew louder. She pondered for a moment whether she should enter or not. After a long moment, Harley placed her hand on the door. She wasn't intending to open it. She just wanted to listen. She closed her eyes and the music filled her ears. Suddenly, she wasn't in an old telescope shop anymore. She was home, in the sun room where her grandfather kept his piano, the very piano that Harley had learned to play all those years ago, the very piano she still played passionately. Her daydreaming got the best of her though, and she lost her balance. She reached out and placed her hands on the door to keep her balance. The creaking from this door was even louder than that of the front door. The music had stopped and Harley couldn't even make her legs work to get her out of the shop before whoever was playing found her. Cossu! |
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Post by lucien watson on Sept 25, 2011 6:48:21 GMT -5
First Name:
Lucien Marcello
Last Name:
Watson
Age:
18
Appearance:
History:
Lucien Marcello Watson was born in 1993, in Florence. His Father, Salvatore Raul Watson was a hard hearted soul, English with a splash of Italian and not a drop of magic in his blood. He was already a successful businessman and entrepreneur when he met Margaret Savoy while on holiday in Florence; they fell in love instantly and were married after a few short weeks under the summer sun. Lucien’s older brother, Emilio tore the caul first, 2 years later Lucien followed. His mother, Margaret Savoy was a fiery woman, with the bluest eyes, and reddest of lips. Lucien loved her immensely. Salvatore never fully understood Margaret, it was perhaps part of her appeal, but when she confessed about her magical origins he presented her with an ultimatum- isolate herself from the magical community or he would leave. Love makes people do the most curious things. Margaret left the magical world and so Lucien grew up healthy, happy and completely believing that there was nothing magical about him (aside from his amazingly good looks). His mother tired her best to raise him but her own inner turmoils led her to have extended periods of time away from the family home. She had torn herself apart, ripped her soul and gave herself fully to the man she loved, losing herself in the process. Her isolation from what she knew was driving her mad and resentful. His father a steadfast career man was too preoccupied by the growing expanse of his business empire to notice his wife drifting farther from reality. Salvatore’s inability to sympathise and understand his wife inevitably led to the marriage falling apart. Lucien was thirteen when his father left; it was a sunny Italian morning. Salvatore wore a dark suit, stood at the doorway broad shouldered and thin lipped, his hair neatly combed to one side, as rigid as his heart. He was an achingly formal man, shaking Emilio’s hand and then Lucien’s, followed by a direct, unswerving glace at Margaret who stood a few footsteps…a heartbeat behind her two children. She gave a small genuine smile before he walked out.
Lucien lived with his mother mostly, however spent some time with his father in London. He rarely enjoyed time with his father, whether it was the miserable weather, or his father’s cold and distant disposition, he dreaded the visits that his mother forced him to take. Despite the surfeit of smiles and happy memories he had with his mother and brother, Lucien had always felt emptiness, a subtle darkness that lingered in the dells of his heart. This miserable mood he quelled with delinquency and spending large amounts of his parents money on trivial entertainment. But he was missing as essential part of himself, something no amount of entertainment or bad behaviour could mend. At the age of sixteen when this feeling hung most heavily over him, he spoke out. His mother seemed taken aback, she had always attributed Lucien’s wild behaviour to a broken home, a lack of discipline, that she was too weak to enforce. But it was something more sinister. She came to realise, that the compromise she and Salvatore had come to affected Lucien greatly more so than Emilio who was benevolent, well behaved and ignorant of feelings that Lucien experienced. In order to keep custody of her children, Margaret was allowed to practice magic however Salvatore had made sure that neither Lucien nor Emilio would ever practice magic. Margaret had reluctantly agreed. For a long while Margaret sat at her desk, a quill in one hand and the other on top of her lap, trembling. She wrote only a sentence ‘I’m going to tell them.’ and sent it directly to London.
The very next day Salvatore Raul Watson paid them a visit. He was rather polite, echoing the words of their agreement, before his two children came into the room. Lucien attended a day school, and had just arrived home grimacing at the black jaguar parked in the driveway. It was a life changing day to say the least. He could barely remember the afternoon aside from pockets of self realisation and a slow, yet assured filling of the void. He had never hated his father more. His mother struggled only for a brief moment between the love she still felt for her former husband, and the need to help Lucien. The woman, strong and passionate, laid out her history, proudly. It was remarkable, Lucien had stood there, his full lips slightly open looking wide eyed at his mother then towards his brother who mirrored his expression. Salvatore who as hard as he had tried to stop Margaret was quieted by a furious Emilio, who had after hearing his mother, and witnessing Salvatore immediately reach for his mobile phone walked towards his father, ripped the cellular device from his father’s ear and pulled the man outside before shutting the door. Lucien never found out what Emilio had told his father but from that day he never saw his father again. Margaret eventually remarried Fredrick Rossi a Roman doctor, a man who embraced who she was with love and kindness. He was also an excellent step-father to Lucien and Emilio. Lucien learn some basic incantations from several books that his mother had given him, however it was Fredrick who suggested that he would be better suited to going to school to hone his skills and learn more about who he was.
On his arrival to Beauxbatons he had been extremely concerned, as you would be when entering a completely different world. But he met someone that had set fire to his heart. A girl. That was always the case. She clambered into his heart, and remained there behind milky ribs. He had lost control, behind trembling lips, the rise and fall of her chest, counting heartbeats and his subsequent fall from grace. In the end after a brief moment of feverish young love she left him. He had always known that the heart was open to misuse and manipulation, yet, yet he couldn’t fathom the pain that ensued. History seemed to be repeating itself, he recalled his parents overwrought passion towards one another succumb to just rubble, a long ago dream, and he vowed in a heat of delusion and overwhelming sadness that he would never love again, but time seemed to do him good. He left Beauxbatons for a while, going back to live with his mother and step-father. He lived for the night and slept during the day, he let the delights of what money could buy devour him and as time passed he started to feel like his former self. Though no one could ever dispute the profoundness of his love for the girl, Lucien had almost forgotten her, never fully offcourse as she had left her mark on his heart, but he was ready to move on. He decided to return to Beauxbatons.
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Lucien like most painfully handsome and wealthy young men is a narcissistic, self involved individual with a rather cold disposition. Perhaps most troubling is the fact that the young man was not always this way. Love has a peculiar way of changing a person, especially when heart break is involved. He is an extrovert, and is always open to meeting new people; however his tendency to be pretentious inhibits him from making new friendships. Lucien does not bare his soul to people; he is extremely guarded when it comes to emotions. He will never willingly share what he is feeling or thinking with people, hiding behind a façade of a confidence that he mastered at a very early age. His greatest flaw is that he does not attempt to fix his behaviour.
The young man is also a serial flirt, some might say a womanizer. He has always been acutely aware of his looks, lucky to have been bestowed his mother’s beautiful features, and his father’s height. His looks coupled with a very impressive trust fund have done wonders for his love life, a helpful hand in moving on from his first love. With all these flaws, Lucien does have some redeeming qualities. He is in fact a loving human being, he cares for the ones who are close to him, and would almost do anything for their happiness. He loves his mother, and has always secretly craved for his father’s attention.
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Post by wendytinks on Sept 30, 2011 19:15:56 GMT -5
First Name:Wendy Last Name:Tinks Age:15 Appearance:Wendy had light brown,almost blond hair,which was as thick and curly as Sirius' (her friend at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry). She had blue eyes,sometimes going green and a very little forehead. (It's extracted from my first story,where I actually was at Hogwarts,so don't judge it,please).  History: Wendy Tinks was an ordinary girl (as she have thought 'til her eleventh birthday),born in a muggle family. To be more exact,by a muggle mother - her parents were divorced ever since she was just some months old. But her father was a muggle as well. She was born in London and brought up there,near the Kensington Gardens,where she used to walk for hours as a child,staring at the statue of Peter Pan - her favorite character. She loved her hometown,as well as her mother did,but Wendy needed good education,which they couldn't afford in London,where there were so many other ways to waste your money. So when Wendy was turning 10,they moved to Liverpool. It was hard for her - being there without her old classmates,in a whole new environment,with people around her speaking with a weird accent and telling weird jokes. But as the time passed,she got on to all this and even became very fond of this little,funny town. Her most lovable place became the Strawberry Fields Orphan House,which was so far from everything and let her make friends with different children. Everything was going quite well,until one day,the 11th of November,Wendy began to complain about the new living place again. Of course,she already had friends there,in Liverpool,but it was all very different from the way she lived and made friends in her hometown,where she grew up. The reason why she suddenly started all this over,was that her birthday was approaching and she remembered the way she celebrated it back in London. Wendy's mother went to bed in an extremely worried and sad mood that evening,but she,as well as her daughter,could never imagine,that the very next day, a little letter would change everything. The fact was,that on November 12th,a very strangely-dressed person came to their house,delivering a very strange letter. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Ms.Tinks, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress" It was Professor Sprout - the teacher of Herbology,from Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. She explained everything in a very casual sort of way to Wendy's Muggle mother. ("A Muggle" - she explained - "is a person,who doesn't have any magical powers,that's how we call them.") Of course,it was a big shock for Wendy's mother.It was a shock even for Wendy,who later ended up jumping and clapping her hands from joy. But her mother got on quite quickly and agreed to send her daughter to the school,"where she will be most safe and well-educated". So,from this day on,Wendy's magical adventures began and she became a real part of the wizarding world. She bought a lovely gray cat and named him Scotch.She didn't really like cats,but the idea of having a pet at school was very interesting,except for she didn't want to have a rat or an owl as a pet. According to the fact that Wendy's mother had no longer have to pay for her daughter's education,she moved back to London. Wendy's life at Hogwarts was quite good,at least a lot better,than in her previous school. She was very happy to find herself back in London during the holidays,and sometimes,when she missed Liverpool - at Linda's (a fellow student at Hogwarts,who happened to be from Liverpool). While being back home,Wendy has been attending some French lessons and has liked them very much. It was a lucky coincidence,that the year she had improved her French best and began thinking about continuing to study it,the Triwizard Tournament took place at Hogwarts and students of Beuxbatons Academy of Magic arrived there. Beauxbatons was actually located somewhere in France (no one knew the exact place),so Wendy had a chance to practice the language with the real French people and make friends with them. So she did become close to some of the Beauxbatons students,especially to a boy - their champion in the Tournament. He was almost entirely English( only her mother was half-french)but was speaking French rather well,because of being brought up in Paris. Wendy went to the Yule Ball with him and they almost began dating. Everyone noticed,that Wendy became very fond of the way the Beauxbatons students behave,of their appearance and especially - of their language. So on her 5th year,she went to Beauxbatons with a student exchange program - for 3 months only,but she liked it better than Hogwarts in there,and decided to stay for the rest of her school-life. Personality:What was weird about Wendy - she was calm and funny at the same time.Some people kept insisting on the idea that she was too serious,while others believed,that she was joyful and light-hearted. The truth was that she just never was a highly emotional or warm person,but she definitely was funny and quite joyful with her friends. She always carried a chocolate frog in her pocket and some fairy-tale book in her bag. From the last sentence,you should've guessed that Wendy's really childish. She herself often admitted,that was totally infant and maybe even had Peter Pan syndrome. But despite all this,she was really intelligent and never let others think,that she was stupid or something. She has always been interested in Arts and was fond of good music. Sample RP: When at least Wendy came out of the ballroom,with her feet aching and her face burning,she sat down on the spiral staircase leading to her dormitory and decided to rest for a while. IT was at the moment the most quiet place in her house Tower and probably - in the entire school. But although she was too tired and her feet were aching,she couldn't help smiling,remembering the way Remus danced with her at last and the way she herself danced "like a crazy elf". It was probably one of - or even the best day of the year. "Merry Christmas,Wendy" she muttered to herself at last,feeling that she'd fall asleep directly on the staircase,if she wouldn't go up to bed and got up to her feet,still smiling and looking at her beautiful dress. 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Post by flossiebeth92 on Oct 9, 2011 16:15:32 GMT -5
First Name:Bella Last Name:Rose Age:15 Appearance: quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/K/KI/KIT/KITTEN0101/1274546617_1480_full.jpegHistory: Bella is one-quarter vampire, three-fourths witch. She doesn't deny what she is, but she still has a strange blood thirst every once in a while. She hates that she needs blood to survive. She was born in a small town in the United States, which she doesn't remember the name of. She has been traveling throughout the world her whole life, so her accent is all mixed between country, northern, and western. Her parents love her dearly and would do anything for her. She is an only child and is given all of the attention of her relatives. She had been taught in muggle schools all over the world before she convinced her parents to let her go to magic school. She wanted to set down roots and not keep traveling. She has gone through many rough patches in life. Despite her young age, she is very mature and has been in two significant relationships in her life. One with a girl, another with a boy. Both broke her heart and left her with a void and a desire for her own blood. Cutting herself and drinking her own blood became an addiction, which she has forcefully controlled before arriving at school. Personality: Bella is intelligent and loves to have fun. During her free time, you can see her with a book in hand, or losing herself in her favorite song. She has high morals, but can be a bad girl when she wants to. She is paranoid and afraid of everything. She is dreading flying and can't get more than a few feet off the ground before having a panic attack. She tries to be as social as she can, but not everyone can appreciate her quirks. Her extroversion is balances with her shyness around just one person. Most people believe her excitement around groups is fake, but she enjoys that more than being her shy side. She isn't very religious, but does have doubts that pop up every once in a while. She can be selfish at times. She loves clothes and fashion, so she can put material things before other needs. Sample RP: Bella awoke with a start. She was having a terrible dream where she was being chased by a hippogriff. These things startled her more than any magical creature. She peeled her face off of her pillow, which she was drooling on, and took her earphones out of her ear. She must have fallen asleep listening to music. So she pushed herself out of bed and immediately her ear rang. 'Oh god, this is what a hangover feels like," she thought. The night before was a time she would never forget. The common room was full of people, not just from her house, but others as well. There were way too many cups of spiked punch, whiskey, and vodka to go around. Yes, she enjoyed it. But this hangover was not the greatest first impression of her new school. Bella resigned. 'Oh well, time for the first day of class.' If she were a quarter Vampire, she wouldn't have to entirely survive off of blood, but she would have vampiric tendencies. Also your RP Sample needs to be at least 2-3 complete paragraphs. |
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Post by izabella on Oct 18, 2011 16:34:31 GMT -5
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role-play sample - - - [/b] Though Ember-Lynn had wanted to stay home and continue being home-schooled, she decided on trying to look on the positive side of the situation, First thing first, freedom, then a new adventure, and then… What else could there be other than freedom and adventure? Well, whatever you are I am going to find you. You better be prepared. Shaking her head lightly, Ember-Lynn waved good-bye one last time before going on a hunt for a free compartment. After what seemed like hours, really was only around five minutes, Ember found an empty compartment and began putting her luggage away. While putting her luggage away Ember began to think of home and how she could be snuggled away in her blankets instead of riding in a carriage. But quickly as that thought came Ember-Lynn shooed it away with the thought of the twins’ constant crying. Cringing at the idea Ember-Lynn murmured to herself, Yeah…that’s right. You are getting away from Kosmos’ and Starla’s crying. Now you can get a good night sleep. But as soon as the thought of having a good nap entered it got replaced with the lack of technology allowed in Beauxbatons. Instantly a frown appeared and the brunette sighed. But quickly the frown disappeared and was replaced with a smile with the idea of being allowed to use magic. A soft sigh, once again, escaped the girl as she began to murmur to herself, Gaaahhh….okay fine. Maybe it’s a good thing that I am going to Beauxbaton… Doesn’t mean I am not going to miss Greece though… At least I’ll get to visit home during vacation… Meeeehhh, better make the best of it. Straightening her back, Ember-Lynn got herself up from the comfy seat and began to stretch out her muscles, which had felt slightly cramped due to her slouching. But in the middle of her stretch a red-headed girl popped her head into the compartment causing Ember to yelp. Placing her hand over her chest, Ember sighed and asked, Do you need something? A few minutes past before Ember saw the door opening a little more to reveal the girl with her luggage. Instantly Ember-Lynn understood what the girl needed and plopped back down onto the comfy seat before saying, I don’t mind sharing, go ahead. As Ember began to make herself a little more comfortable in her seat she heard a cheerful voice, Thank you very much! Nodding her head Ember gave the girl a small smile before asking for the girl’s name and forgetting to give her own name, So, what’s your name?Roseanna du Vallon, your’s? with a giggle and a smile the red-haired girl answered the question causing Ember the blurt out, Whoops! Sorry for not telling you my name first, December-Lynn Nicolo, but everyone calls me Ember-Lynn. By the way, it’s very nice to meet you Roseanna! As the conversation continued Ember mentally sighed while thinking, Well…perhaps it won’t be so bad. I mean I already made a friend… Oh yeah! I can add that to my list, I get to make new friends. So I’m going to Beauxbaton for freedom, adventure, and friends! It’s going to be okay… Soon enough all thoughts of Beauxbaton being remotely bad disappeared from Ember’s mind and only thoughts of pleasantness appeared.[/ul][/size] It was a hard decision since you fit into 2 houses, however, you seem like you'll fit in with....ROUERIE! |
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Post by pennymason on Oct 19, 2011 4:20:46 GMT -5
First Name: penny Middle Name: louise Last Name: mason Age: seventeen Patronus: cheetah Appearance:  History:penny is a half blood witch from London, England. her mother is a witch her father a muggle, who knew of his wives magical descent. it was no surprise to him when penny grew up to be the same as her mother, a fiery red head with a magical personality… all through her life, penny attended normal school, mixing with muggle children and acting the same as everyone else. she was invited to attend hogwarts at the age of eleven but turned the offer down. she was bullied by most for being a bit of a strange person, her magic always got her into trouble, even if what she did was by accident. no one could explain the weird vibe they got from her, only her family knew what she was going through. tired of everyone’s judgments, penny spoke with her parents to come up with a solution that would suit everyone. she carried on with school, getting the muggle qualifications that would help her if she chose to get into a muggle job. she never wanted to see or speak to any of her old school friends again, they’d made her life hell for long enough. now, reaching the age of seventeen, penny chose to extend her knowledge of the magical world and moved from her parents home in surrey to live in paris. after a few months in the city, penny received a letter from beauxbatons inviting her to join the school. it was everything she ever wanted, and joining just meant she could carry on her magical education with the guidance and knowledge of more experienced witches. Personality: Creative:penny is a very creative person, having learned the piano and art all through her muggle school years she has a high appreciation for the artistic differences in every day life. her music is her escape, whether she be playing or listening, if she has ever had a bad day you will always find her listening to music, relaxing and sketching somewhere. Lacking Confidence:shyness is one of her downfalls, she doesn’t like to come across as arrogant or irritating so keeping herself to herself she finds is the best thing. after being bullied for so long, she finds it hard to break out of her shell, but give her time and she is sure to surprise you. Loyal:you know that one friend you can always count on to be there? well penny never did have that growing up, but given then chance she would protect her friends no matter what. it might get her into trouble every now and again but sometimes a valued friendship is worth it. Clumsy:being graceful never did come naturally to penny. she was always the one who lost her balance or dropped things, and it did make everyone else laugh. though she never was one to find it funny, she did know it was a distinctive trait of hers and accepted whatever laughs it did get. Sample RP:penny glanced out the window, tying her laces as quickly as she could. her parents were in paris to visit her and would be arriving any minute, she had so much to tell them and the excitement was nearly brimming over. with her dad being a muggle, she knew they would be arriving the muggle way. when ever her mother came to visit alone she used the floo network, it was always easier for them both. suddenly the buzzer sounded, echoing around her apartment. it had been so easy to get a place to rent, though of course it wasn’t as nice as her home back in London, it would do for her simple way of life. grinning from ear to ear, penny jumped up and ran to the door, unlocking it with a simple ‘alohomora’ before flinging it open. “you made it!” she exclaimed, “i hope the flight was okay”. her mother had never been fond of the muggle transport system, she never trusted the idea of planes, but her father had convinced her to fly over just this once. herding them into the small area she liked to call her lounge, penny pulled the cases in behind them. “i have some great news, like, really really great news!” she said in a fluster, halting with the cases and nudging the door shut behind her. “beauxbatons has offered me a place, i’m going to be learning magic the proper way!” she grinned so brightly, her parents couldn’t help but be happy for her. her mother had always wanted her to go to hogwarts like she had, but the chance to study at beauxbatons was impressive too. penny pulled out the letter she’d been storing in her back pocket and handed it to them, “i start in just under two weeks”…
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Post by thaddeus watson on Oct 25, 2011 5:48:43 GMT -5
Thaddeus Federico Watson, 16
[/font][/i]  History[/font][/i] Thaddeus Federico Watson, simply known as ‘Teddy’ to his family was born under a smiling sun, a miracle child, who clambered up through the cracks. He was as his brother Lucien had put it so kindly ‘an accident’, after confronting his parents about it; his dear mother explained the situation had been ‘an unexpected, yet the loveliest of all surprises’. However despite this knowledge, Thaddeus grew up a happy and normal child neither jaded nor resentful of the fact that he was a happy little accident baby, the product of a drunken night gone too far, and unprotected. Thaddeus with his older brothers Lucien and Emilio spent summers enjoying the Florentine sun, holidays in Paris and occasional visits to his father’s home in the English countryside. The brothers had every luxury money could buy, and unlike his brothers, Thaddeus was not condemned to an overwrought mind or heart. He was always, since childhood a boy with a mild temperament, the most gentle and caring out of the three. But being raised by a man as cold and hard hearted as Salvatore Raul Watson did take a toll on the young boy’s moulding and growing mind. Thaddeus had through the years developed a sinister and deep rooted hatred for the man, for his father perhaps mistaking the young boy’s gentleness and kindness for weakness had been the harshest to his youngest.
Thaddeus, a grade below his brother Lucien attended a day school in Florence; it was there with the help of a young foreign girl that he discovered the piercing world of literature. He received a traditional muggle education at the school. Although the young Thaddeus excelled in his subjects, he yearned for the carnivorous and solitary life that the library provided, devouring Dante, Goethe, Tennyson, Keats… poetry was his greatest pleasure and he with a feverish hand and the Florentine countryside to inspire him, wrote a multitude of sonnets and little scribbles by the time he was 16. The young man was perfectly content with his life, drawing pleasure from his two loves- the written word, and the goddess who had opened his eyes to the world he cherished; Quorra Sajonė Lindquist. And yet life had a way of shifting happiness, with all pleasant things desolation was never too far away. His perfect equilibrium was shattered after an apparent confrontation. Thaddeus had been sitting under a tree, reading out loud a short poem he had jolted down to Quorra. When he arrived home his brother Lucien had informed him about the events. His father leaving, his mother’s devoted speech about how all three of her children were wizards. He felt the shards of realisation pierce his flesh for he now recognised some details in his life that had been rather curious. Things that he thought were a product of perchance or a bad night’s sleep but in the light of the information presented to him he was sure that magic was the culprit.
Confusion had beleaguered his entire body with a powerless fear often evoked when one thought about his own hopelessness in front of mortality. “My spirit is too weak—mortality weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep” He had whispered to Quorra, when divulging his new family history to her under a humid and starless sky. The young woman as he had anticipated accepted his clandestine with sensitivity and revealed to him her own little secret. She had, in a nervous whisper also exposed her magical ability. The whole situation went by nonchalantly for he was too shocked to induce even a moan. She went on to explain that her parents did not know that she had acquired these abilities with no magical blood line. He returned home that night with a curious feeling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling beyond sickness or nausea. Both Emilio and Lucien had been waiting for him to return and Lucien expressed their mother’s wishes of the two younger boys attending a magical academy. He had accepted the idea reluctantly, and only because he had hoped to persuade his Quorra to attend the school too. Offcourse the girl refused, she had given a plethora of objections, with her family appearing several times in her loud and uncharacteristically hostile protests. Thaddeus had little words to convince the girl for he himself was unsure, and was still deliberating the decision he made so willingly, without thought, to his brother.
The young man with so much conflicting thoughts decided to postpone his studies in Beauxbatons, but after a year with the heavy weight that often came with knowing things that you didn’t want to, he conceded to his mother’s persistent nagging and decided it was time to go and learn. After a brief period of unintelligent arguing with Quorra she accepted the idea of him leaving and was also left considering the school as a future prospect.
Personality [/font][/i] At first glance Thaddeus appears to be like any young man who was born into large sum of money. Arrogant, pretentious and seemingly unapproachable, although this veneer was painfully true in regards to his older brother Lucien, Thaddeus was worlds away from what people perceived him to be. Poetic and soft spoken, when he had entered the world there was not a sound, not even a sob. He gently brushed the caul aside and slid peacefully into the world, with only one incident recorded where the baby Thaddeus had cried, and that was the first time he had been carried awkwardly by his father. Quiet, reserved and fiercely intelligent, the young man would rather sit alone and enjoy the company of dead poets than people. This being said there were often times when the overly depressed nature of some books, cynical words and lost love urged him to seek out people. He enjoyed lively conversation from the most intricate and philosophical to the weather and events in everyday life, he held all conversations with a benign and placid nature, a trait which he inherited from (according to his mother, for both his brother and his father’s blood line held within them hotheadedness) his maternal grandmother. Constantly reading a weathered old book or writing, he seemed to the outside world a type to brood and muse over the meaning of life. But contrary to popular belief, Thaddeus never was the brooding type. He was happy, kind and loving with a slight mystery about him only evoked by his choice of a quite life. However Thaddeus by all accounts was not perfect, he was inclined to, like all teenagers be slightly vain and too involved in his books often missing key statements made by other people and also disregarding the feelings of others. Sample RP[/font][/i] It was his first night at Beauxbatons academy, standing plainly in grey pants and a fitted white button up shirt for he would attain his colour once he was sorted, apparently. Thaddeus had stepped out of the carriage nervously, this was expected, but his reaction to the proud, wondrous and ironically magical castle was highly unexpected. His mouth was left ajar, and his face unusually bright. All he could do was gasp at the sight. Lucien had been waiting at the entrance hall for his arrival, after a quick hug and pleasantries about the trip they walked up to Lucien’s dorm room. He was to leave his belongings in there until he was sorted. The room was characteristically Lucien, brimming with a suave and elegance only his older much confident brother could pull in such a confined space. There was a large bed adorned with scarlet linen, which Thaddeus noted as being odd, after the ordeal his brother had undergone involving a girl named exactly as the colour. He wondered then if his brother who had lingered for a year at home half in reality and half in the dream world clutching on to a faded memory of his beloved was finally over her. But the small framed photograph of a fair haired woman, which was strategically placed behind a pile of books on Lucien’s bureau stated otherwise. Thaddeus sighed loud enough for Lucien to turn around and raise a bemused eyebrow at him “this is only the start brother, it will get a lot more boring and mundane” Lucien stated matter-of-factly. He shook his head rather slowly “it’s not that-” Thaddeus walked over to the bureau and picked up the frame “what this is?” he asked. Lucien had instinctively rushed towards his brother with a menacing expression knitted over his handsome features, snatching the frame from Thaddeus’s hands Lucien looked up with a wild eye “will you mind your own business” it was a hiss, a seething painful hiss, which directed Thaddeus to drop the topic and pull his luggage to the middle of the room, staggering slightly over the ottoman rug that was sprawled over the timber floor boards. “Are you tired?” Lucien finally spoke; despite the previous hiccup Thaddeus knew that his brother was glad of his arrival. They had gotten rather close during his extended hiatus from the school and felt rather guilty for having a flourishing relationship while his brother’s one helplessly disintegrated. “No… I was rather hoping I could use some writing material-” before Thaddeus could finish Lucien had already interjected “Teddy, what are you going to do? Write a poem about your arrival?” He scoffed before sitting down on his bed. “Actually dear brother, I promised Quorra that I would write as soon as I got here.” He spoke while moving towards his brother’s table. It was unusually dishevelled for he knew for a fact that Lucien Marcello Watson hated an unkempt table for he liked to write (prose generally) as devotedly as Thaddeus did. “I will take you down to the common room there are some desks there that you can use” Lucien spoke in his natural tone now, a mixture of brotherly affection and his usual charm. He had noticed Thaddeus’s helpless expression when regarding the muddle of books, ink and paper stretched over the surface. Thaddeus simply nodded and waited for Lucien to slowly get up, hand him spare writing material and led him out of the dorm room and into a vast, dimly lit space speckled with dark leather chairs and desks. “Go write your little love letter, and tell her I said hi, will you.” Lucien spoke, his voice distant and already moving towards a vacant arm chair, he dozed off almost immediately. Slightly amused, Thaddeus turned on his heel, and found the nearest table and settled his material down. He longingly recalled her memory, and behind his eyelids he could see the fair haired creature with rampant emerald gems for eyes. Thaddeus had promised her with one hand held tightly on his heart that he would write her as soon as he arrived at the campus and he, being a man of his word was going to write and send it to her that night. He took a deep breath and picked up the quill. My dear,
I arrived in the afternoon on a carriage drawn by Pegasus. You would have marvelled at the sight of the majestic winged creatures of myth. I can’t begin to even describe this place for I am lost for words, my alphabet has gone walkabout through the large hallways, atop the magnificent arches, and in awe of the overall architecture of this place. However I am certain that the addition of your presence to this place would make it complete for without you no place can ever feel like home.
I sit here with a heavy heart, I really can’t imagine not seeing you every day or sitting under our tree on glorious bright afternoon’s reciting words that hold too large a place in our hearts. So once again and please don’t be angry- I ask that you reconsider you stance on this school and get here as soon as possible! Before I get tempted by the young witches here… Thaddeus hastily stopped his hand; he reconsidered the last sentence deciding to leave it, and continued. Lucien came to pick me up and I was glad to see him looking well, but I fear that it may have just been a façade, he still hasn’t gotten over the girl. I found a photograph of her hidden behind a pile of books. I hope me being here will be good for him. He sends his best to you though.
There is nothing else that I could write that you would fancy reading so I shall stop my pen and eagerly await your reply.
Your TFWOnce happy with the letter he folded it neatly and placed it in an envelope, addressed it and woke up Lucien. “I need to send it now” He spoke in a hastened tone to emphasise his need. Lucien, without any objections obliged and in an instant an owl appeared tugged at Thaddeus’s hand and bit down on the envelope before carrying it away. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] ROUERIE! |
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santeri hekkinen
Rouerie First Year 
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!"
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Post by santeri hekkinen on Oct 25, 2011 9:05:59 GMT -5
First Name:
Maeve
Last Name:
de Sauveterre
Age:
Seventeen
Bloodline:
Unseelie Sidhe / Hell-Hound / Pouka (púca)
Powers:
Hand of Souls (this power, just by touching someone she can either take a soul from or return a soul to it's body) and thus far she can shapeshift to a panther.
Appearance:
With the glamour in place, which is magic that hides what she naturally looks like and makes her appear somewhat differently, she normally has long dark brown hair with black streaks, usually in waves just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a common shade of dark brown to match her hair, which change either to an almost black colour or light brown in different lights.
Without her glamour her air is a midnight black with a blue tinge to her hair - the tips of her fringe and the ends of her hair. Her eyes are three colours too, starting from the iris which is midnight blue, then the ring outside that is teal and then an electric type of indigo. Due to her genetics her skin also becomes a midnight black colour. If she was true sidhe she would be glowing white, but as that isn't the case, true black is her natural colour, like a panther she's sometimes been compared to in the past.
History:
Maeve de Sauveterre is a hybrid, born to a female unseelie sidhe known as Aridne Norton and another halfbreed from faerie who was hellhound and phouka, who shall remain nameless as she never knew her father - who he was or what his name was or even where he was or what happened to him.
Maeve was born at the Unseelie Court to a noble and a father she had never met, a fatherless child. Soon after she was born though she was dumped in the mortal world, for lack of a better term, and just abandoned by her mother. She was extremely young at the time, and her appearence wasn't quite what you'd expect from a child of a few months old - dark skin like she'd been painted with darkness and the most vibrant eyes with multicoloured shades of blue that you ever did see.
At the time she lived in america, faerie and the Courts were technically in the states and she was abandoned there also. In Illinois she was found by what appeared to be a pure blooded adult wizard who worked for the ministry of magic in the US. Originally he couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was, a were creature perhaps? Such things weren't unheard of in America, especially more lycans than just werewolves, even werecats were quite popular, as such, in the country too. Quite frankly, he couldn't help but wonder what else she was if not a lycanthrope. However, with no parents willing to claim her in sight he decided the best thing to do was pick her up and take her home.
Prior to his wife's concerns, and even his own initial reservations, they decided to adopt her. They had grown quite fond of her during the time they had her and eventually she had a place of her own in the family. As she grew up she managed to learn the magic of her people of her own accord. It wasn't as if she had much choice. She had no one around to teach her such stuff, and no biological parents to claim her. However, her adoptive father taught her how to weild the magic of the magical world and eventually she got the hang of it. So much that when she was of age she was enrolled into the Salem Wizarding Academy several states over. Because of that she learned to use glamour to hide her true appearence from everyone who should come across her, to prevent prying eyes and countless questions that not even she could answer.
A few years later when she was packing up her stuff at school, ready to go home for the summer holidays after yet another school year was over, darkness ovecame her and she slipped unconscious. When she awoke she found gleaming green and gold orbs staring down at her. Three rings. The sign of a sidhe. Once she found her barings, still not knowing where she actually was as she knew she wasn't at school anymore, the boy introduced himself. He was her half brother Drystan de Sauveterre. He told her all about herself, her heritage and that he wanted her to stick with him from now on. Reluctantly she agreed, she didn't want to leave her parents especially knowing she'd never be able to speak to or see them again, but she was still so filled with questions and curiousity about herself. She left with him on that night and several weeks later she found herself in France where Drystan had been attending school. He enrolled her at Beauxbatons and that's where they still are 'till this day.
Personality:
There are two sides to Maeve. Basically though, she's a nice sweet girl, possibly the girl-next door type. She doesn't lack much confidence and loves to help people and allow them confide in her and stuff. She works best when she's surrounded by a crowd of friends, but then again, she's usually the quietest one in the group. Duo to what she's like when she shapeshifts, she can relate to animals a lot, and spends most of her time in nature fawning over those she seems cute. She's also quite the fighter and firey when mad, she spends some of her time practicing martial arts and loves having lots of things to do in her day. Just sitting around doing nothing, bored, is simply unlike her. She is quite clever and is able to wiggle her way out of most complicated situations. Books, after all, especially martial arts ones, mythology books and cultural ones are more ways she enjoys spending her time when she has not much else to do. Usually when she's untrusting of someone she doesn't have much else but to bury her head in a book, it's such a good defense mechanism for her that it's become quite the habit even when in the presence of friends.
In contract, she can become quite cold quickly and become apathetic. It's hard to believe she can be empathetic and apathetic at the same time. Due to her past she tends to block out the bad things, so whenever something like that happens her eyes and expression become very empty and her voice sounds very bland. Like this she most likely couldn't care if she hurt someone, and her Hand of Power is easily used whenever she'd in this state.
Overall, she's quite a nice girl with a few personal issues.
Sample RP:
It was summer holidays and a young girl with long brunette hair set down on a patch of grass overlooking what appeared to be a cliff with a very long drop. The sun was high in the sky, the sky was cloudless and birds were chirping loudly and everywhere as if it was the first day of spring. Yes, today was a beautiful day, Maeve couldn't help but marvel as she fell back and stretched out over the grass, the blades tickling her ears and face slightly, causing her to smile in happiness. No one could surely ruin this moment, it seemed like the wonder of the day could go on and on, for infinity if need be. That was until a deep voice sounded out above her, causing her to look up and frown slightly. The frown however turned to one of shock and disbelief as, coming from the source above her, several drops of red fluid dropped down on her face, onto her nose, eyes and even her mouth.
"What the- Are you MAD?!" she almost shieked as she sat straight up and stagged to her feet, wheeling around on the boy who had then been behind her. Quickly she reached up and whiped off the red droplets using one hand. "Is this..." she mumbled, feeling more queasy the longer she stared at the glimering liquid. She felt as if the world around her had suddenly became quiet, just as suddenly as the world had started spinning, which all came to a halshing stop when the boy opened his mouth to speak.
"What's the problem, sis?" Drystan stated, a leer making his golden green eyes look more demonic than they actually were. No, her brother, or half brother as it were, wasn't a demon, but he sure did act like it most of the time. Slowly he pulled out his arm which was previously hidden behind his hand to reveal what appeared to be a small furry body. "Just rabbit blood. Didn't know I could get to you in that way. Should do it more often." He smirked at her, as she took several steps towardsnhim, right until her legs took her directly in front of him. "What's wrong, little sister, you want a kiss as an apology for frightening you so bad?" he mocked as he kept his eyes fixed on her three toned blue ones, unaware of her pulling back her arm then feeling his face get knocked to the side as she planted a hard slap on his right cheek. The slap left a red imprint, which made Maeve feel slightly more satisfied despite still having blood smears on her nose and lip.
"B*stard..." Maeve hissed, her eyes narrowing at him as she turned away from his still leering face. She guessed that no matter what she did to him he'd still have that contemptuous look on his face he almost always gave her. Sometimes he was nice, but most of the time he wasn't. She didn't know why she abandoned anyone for him, but after this she had certainly learned her lesson. Without ever casting him a backwards glance she started walking down the path away from the cliff. Let's see if he decided to follow her. He probably would. He always did, after all. ROUERIE |
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