Sorting (Term Nineteen)

[Dexter Jones]

First Name: Dexter

Last Name: Jones

Age: sixteen

Appearance:

History: Dex's parents met when they were teenagers and were truly in love with each other before they had Dex. Dex didn't cause problems between them, but with his dad getting a job and his mom getting stressed about taking care of Dex they grew apart. Dex was four years old when his mom decided to hire a maid to clean up after the house while she could be doing other things, and it turned out that the maid the company had sent was a male. And so, after a year or so his mom started an affair with him.

His father only found out about this affair when he was six and he left right after. His mother soon after became an alcoholic and didn't take care of Dex in any sort of way. And so he brought home good grades for himself to do well so he could get out of that house and start a new life for himself.

When Dex got his first Beauxbatons letter he had showed it to his mother and she threw it into their fireplace, yelling about how that school had brought her toward his father which ended up in disaster. The year after when he got another letter he decided not to show it to his mom but to just hide it. Halfway through that year when his mother embarrassed him yet another time he decided to re-read the letter and realized it was a boarding school. And so, as soon as the letter came that coming year he immediately signed it, got his mother to drunkenly sign it and off he went.

Personality: Dex has had a very difficult past, and many who would have experienced what he had would turn bitter and sour. Unlike the others, he turned arrogant and cocky which would normally be a mad thing, but its better than being a depressed jerk who doesn't care about anybody.

Dex wants to live life to the fullest and wants to love, but he has very big trust issues and can hardly let anyone in. And so whenever someone comes close to receiving his trust he just becomes incredibly sarcastic and harsh with his words, so they back off and never come to him again unless to fight.

Dex is a very closed off person, and he'd rather lay in the grounds of Beauxbatons alone and tan than play football with a bunch of his friends. He's not very social, but he has a lot to offer if someone is patient and listens and also has fun with him.

Teddy bears are scary on the outside but as soon as you get the chance to squeeze them they're soft and squishy and lovable, and that's exactly what Dex is. He's soft on the inside but has a tough, rude, obnoxious exterior that he hardly ever breaks unless its the right person at the right time.

Sample RP: Dex had grabbed his camera, hopped on his bike, and made his way back to his apartment as fast as possible. Finally reaching the place he called him, he dug in the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out the keys. Opening the door and immediately stepping inside, Dex pulled off his shoes and turned on the lights. The first thing he did was walk into his small room and opened the closet. He certainly wasn't going to wear the crap he had on at that moment. He grabbed a shirt he rarely ever wore. Nothing casual, nothing too fancy. Even if it was a date he didn't want to go over the top. He wasn't going to propose.

As the boy finally finished getting dressed he made his way to the kitchen. Opening a little closet door he peaked inside. The place was packed with loads of things that seemed close to useless for the average eye. But as he saw a few soon to be unuseless things he thanked her silently. His hands came across a rather nice picnic basker, which he set on top of the wide counter top. He peeked inside only to find a nice red and white checkered blanket. He took it out resting it on top of the counter beside it. Dex thought carefully on the food to bring and suddenly figured it out. He filled the basket and turned back to the closet. Pulling out three candles which were in glass jars he places them gently inside as well, along with a lighter. But, what his eyes glanced at next made him hesitant. A bottle of the finest wine had been stashed in the closet. Obviously so he wouldn't be tempted. But, he picked it up anyway along with two wine glasses. But, he went back to the fridge and grabbed a can of fruit punch, the same colour as the wine.

A bright smile crossed his face as he tucked the blanket on top. He had a date with Dawn. Wow. That was the last thing he had been expecting as he had wandered over to the beach that afternoon. His eyes glanced over at the clock. He had about twenty five minutes. He grabbed the basket gingerly, put on some shoes, grabbed his keys, and flew out the door. Hopping onto his bike for the second time he speeded down to the beach, making sure not to hurt the things inside the basket. He left his bike behind some bushes, when he approched, before walking to the exact spot that Dawn and him had once sat before.

He laid out the scene perfectly, as if it were to be seen in some sort of movie. The checkered blanket was spread out, staying calmly on the sand, for there were o traces of wind that evening. The basket was at the corner of the blanket. The three candles had been planted into the sand so they wouldn't tip over and were shining softly against the moonlight. He over did it? Nah. After all, he only had this one date.

Dex sat down in the middle of the blanket, awaiting patiently for Dawn to arrive. The fact that everything before had even happened was amazing to him. As he sat there, staring out to the sun that was still dipping behind the horizon, it was as if he was reliving the moment. And again, he could feel his heart pounding against his chest. It was a fact. He had feelings for the girl.

SOURNOIS!

[quorra petrauskas]

First Name:
quorra kamilé

Last Name:
petrauskas

Age:
16

History:
Quorra was born in Vilinius, Lithuania to her mother Ada and father Leonas. As an only child, she has always received a little special treatment. Her parents spoiled her in programs for her age. Her father worked with the Lithuanian government and her mother was a rather well-known novelist. They both had extreme influences upon her life and how she was going to live it. They gave her the confidence from an extremely young age that she could do whatever she wanted as long as she worked hard - nothing good came out of doing no work at all. "Niekas ateina iš nieko" are words she lived by - "Nothing comes from nothing". She grew up in Vilinius until she turned 8 and then it came time for her father to be placed in Italy, at a Lithuanian embassy. She grew up an international girl. Her parents, putting her through extensive language programs, taught her to be quad-lingual - Lithuanian, Italian, French and English. With these languages, she learned poetry in each. Her favourite poet, the one she based as much as she could of his work, was John Keats. From her mother, she gained a passion for writing novels but overall, her heart remained with poetry. The way the words flowed into one another, how each had another meaning than the last... it was spellbinding to her, captivating already at the age of 13. She was by no means a gifted writer, but after practice and learning new methods to write and put her emotions down on page, she gained a talent that grew to a great knowledge of the craft.

Otherwise, she grew up normally in Vilnius, she had friends and had respectably high grades. When she moved to Italy, she couldn't have felt more out of place. When she turned eleven, she received two letters from unknown senders. Her parents kept these from her until around Christmas time so it was too late to do act on them.

They were from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, two of the three academies of magic in Europe. Quorra was shocked, she couldn't believe that she was a witch. Being from a muggle family and living a rather privileged life herself, it was astounding to realize that she was special in more ways than one - she had powers! A shock still to her now, she kept putting off boarding school to be with her friends. When she was put in a public high school, she met Thaddeus Watson. Little did she know, this boy would become the love of her life. She grew close to him immediately, drawn to his shy, melancholic-like state and grew to love him. The two changed one another in ways neither could have ever imagined. They both grasped the words like they were magical in their own way, and they manipulated them - twisted, tortured, bent - and made them their own.

Needless to say it was a shock to herself to discover that Thaddeus himself was also a wizard, but a half blood. He told her the family history and she sat there on the grass, leaning into him, listening to the entire ordeal. She smiled to herself, glad to know that she wasn't alone when telling him that she too, was a witch. He immediately declined his offer to Beauxbatons as quickly as possible so to remain with her and continue his academics. However, family pressure slowly grew and he found himself with his bags packed on his way to the magical school of France. Quorra had tried to convince him not to go. Sadly, her lover hopped the train to Paris. She was left alone in Italy. Without him, her poems grew more solemn. And though she wrote him every day and received replies sometimes within 24 hours of her sending the owl, it still wasn't the same. She missed his touch, his caress, his lips whispering in her ear... it was heart wrenching not to have him with her.

She told her parents it was time. Confused and slightly dejected, they agreed to let their little girl go off and learn new things that they could never dream of. She was going to excel in her studies there, she promised, she was going to do the very best she could. She was also going to be with Thaddeus. He had asked her many times to join him in France and now he was getting his wish. Excited, she began planning her trip - a sweet, charismatic girl from Lithuania off to France to learn magic.

Personality:
Quorra is beautiful. She has always known she was beautiful. Her confidence radiated off her every pore and it was clear she knew what she was doing. Every movement she makes, it's evident she knows exactly what every party of her body is doing. She is confident about every decision she makes. If she stutters, she is extremely unsure. Otherwise, whatever comes out of her mouth is always what she means and she seldom takes it back or apologizes unless it's extremely hurtful. Quorra isn't mean spirited, and she doesn't often attack someone if they have done very little to her. But she is tough and she is strong. She will not let anyone bring her down off her high horse no matter what they tell her because she believes what she believes and nothing can change that. No one, not even Thaddeus, could ever change that. Her parents raised her to be strong willed, open minded, but also very opinionated on her own grounds. If she dislikes something she will learn as much as she can about it to properly dislike it, and she will argue such.

On a brighter note, Quorra is extremely creative. Her father introduced her to film photography over the digital age because it was a drying art. Her parents, opening many doors for their little girl, managed to get her three cameras: A digital SLR, an old fashioned polaroid camera, and a simple film camera. She uses them constantly. Though her favourite is the polaroid. She isn't very patient when it comes to developing pictures and despises using the dark room unless she's really excited for how the pictures will turn out. Along with being an avid photographer (though not always carrying her camera around her neck or in her bags) she is definitely a poet of all sorts. She's written anything and everything from bright happiness to the darkest of the dark. She considers herself an optimist and a pessimist... perhaps simply a realist. Her mind is constantly open to let new ideas flow through into it, to influence her and to inspire her.

She doesn't believe in the muses, or god. She's not the religious type and will say so if asked. She believes in karma and fate, although not with her life. She is less of a hard determinist and more towards the softer side. Free will all the way. To sum her up in a quick fashion, her positive traits are the following: sweet, confident, intelligent, creative and an outgoing charisma that lands her in amusing situations. Her negative traits are her lack of modesty (though it sometimes shines through), her feeling of superiority (minor, again), her cluelessness to others around her, her ignorance to others' emotions, her being able to hold long grudges.


Sample RP:
Quorra opened the door of the carriage, inhaled a deep breath of fresh air and closed her eyes. She had only caught a glimpse of the palace and it had taken her breath away. Teddy wasn't exaggerating when he spoke of its beauty and grandeur. It was incredible. She caught her breath as she began to walk towards the large front doors of the palace, still overwhelmed by the thought that she would actually be residing here for the remainder of her magical studies. She smiled happily, her white teeth bright against her light olive skin. She wasn't pale like most of the girls she knew, she had a darker hue to her skin. It could be because of her mother's Italian and somewhat Turkish roots. Nonetheless, her dark tone only blended more thoroughly with her surroundings, a beautiful forest full of enchantment was to her right where beautiful gardens were to her left. She took a deep breath, hoping that Thaddeus remembered that she was going to be arriving that day, and she pushed open one of the doors. It was heavy and she ended up having the wind knocked out of her as she pushed through. She wasn't a very physical kind of girl and knew that the doors were probably lighter than she thought they were.

But it didn't even matter. She was too excited to be at Beauxbatons that it was really an insignificant thought. Smiling to herself, great sparkles in her dark green eyes, she stood in awe of the palace. Students passed her, some shooting knowing looks to their friends. Quorra just smiled back. She hoped she didn't look overly confident, but what could she do exactly? Hide her confidence behind her long brown hair? Her white button up blouse blew slightly as someone closed the great door behind her, and her straight locks brushed past her rosy cheeks as she turned to see who it was. Just some passing student who gave her a smile of greeting. Wow, everyone's just so friendly! she thought, already warming up to the idea of boarding school. If only she could see Thaddeus would she be finally satisfied that she had made the right decision. She looked around curiously, wondering where she was to go to be placed into a house for sorting... she had read something about it in the letter that was given to her before. She smiled happily as she felt more and more at ease with her whereabouts. This wasn't just a dream anymore - this was very, very real.

She hugged her shoulder bag to her stomach as she carried her trunk to the foot of the stairs. She looked around and finally caught the attention of a girl carrying her books. She looked to be about her age, perhaps a little younger and asked her, "Um, pardon mademoiselle - s'cuse me... would you be able to direct me to where the sorting takes place for the term?" she smiled happily. The girl at dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was much shorter than her and yet her smile lit up her day. She seemed so happy that someone had asked her where to go. "Oh! New student! Ah, so exciting!" she squealed, nearly dropping her books as she hopped up and down. "Just walk up the stairs and straight ahead. I wish i could come! But I have to go to class. Bleh." she wrinkled her nose in distaste. Quorra found it absolutely adorable. "Alright, thanks." she smiled at her before heading on her way. The younger girl turned around on her heal and sped away to what looked like the door to the dungeons. Ah, I wonder if I'll ever take a class down there. Looks fascinating... she grinned as she continued her way to the curious room of sorting.

Hard choice since she would fit perfectly into 2 houses, but she'd be better off in COSSU!

[helene]

Full Name:

Salvatore Feliciano de Luca

Nicknames:

Ace, Sal

Age && Birthday:

Seventeen && August 11th

Family:

Alessandro Dante de Luca III – Father – Vampire

Vespera Eris Nott – Mother – Pure-Blood Witch
Serenity Lilianna Thorne – Alessandro’s Mother – Pure-Blood Witch

Alessandro Dante de Luca IV – Half-Brother – Vampire

History:

Vespera Eris Nott, a Pure-Blood Witch, had a brief fling with Alessandro Dante de Luca III, a full-fledged Vampire, and the outcome of that brief fling was Salvatore Feliciano de Luca. It was not that Alessandro intended on having a ‘tainted’ son, it was just that Vespera attracted him unlike most full fledged female vampires. But rather than keeping Salvatore Vespera dropped him off with Alessandro. Why? It was the vampire part of him. Vespera felt unable to handle and care for a Vampire, even if it was her own flesh and blood. So at a young age Salvatore had issues with trust and rejection. He found himself trying his best, unlike his older half brother, at every event and every party to become accepted. But of course the culture that was at the parties faked acceptance of Salvatore. The reason they faked acceptance was that Salvatore was Alessandro Dante de Luca III’s son. Alessandro was not only a powerful man, but a wealthy one; one that most of the people who attended those events feared.

Not wishing to get on his bad side they faked friendship, but as soon as any scent of Alessandro was gone everyone resumed bullying Salvatore. But despite the harsh and cruel treatment, he continued to try to get their approval. He even went to Firenze Institute of Magic. But at the young age of thirteen, Salvatore realized there was no point in him trying. So Salvatore soon turned in a recluse where only his older brother and a few of his friends were able to reach him. As the year went on Salvatore went from the ideal vampire son to reclusive dhampir boy that he was. But that all changed, the moment his older brother told him that he was going to leave for France again, but this time for a job and was able to get transfer papers for Salvatore he took it. Without even a second glance Salvatore accepted the transfer and left his father with high hopes for a brand new life. A life of acceptance, but at the same time Salvatore feels fear. Fear because he knows his older brother is not acting like himself, but also because he fears the same treatment he had received back in Italy.

Personality:

Salvatore Feliciano de Luca, so many words can be used to describe his personality. But overall, Ace is a lonesome guy who tries to not get attached to people since he hates to get hurt and he knows immortality is a b**ch when it comes to friendships and relationships. But the few friends he does have, he is truly loyal to and is very protective. He does everything in his power to keep them safe and if they ever get in harm, he defends and protects them. Ace also tries to not give his trust and heart easily to people, because of the people he was surrounded by as a child. He had been surrounded by people who were well-known for being deceitful people who only did things that helped them and only them. But also those people were always cocky and prideful. They also had a wonderful belief that only pure-bloods and true vampires were the best, if you were anything else you were equivalent to scum in their eyes. All that made Ace become a very open-minded and accepting guy. It also made him become quite opinionated and a bit of a fighter. But also it made him very sarcastic and someone who easily mocked people who believed in such things. It has made him a very bitter and caustic person that almost seems like he shouldn’t even be touched with a twelve foot pole, if he chooses not to open up to you.

Something not that many people know is that Salvatore loves to sing and play his instruments. Whatever it may be, if he likes it enough he’ll learn how to play and enjoy it and if he has difficulty learning how to play it he’ll put all of his energy into trying. Ace is someone who does not give up, especially if he feels it is worth his time and people also go into this department. Another thing Ace loves to do is paint and draw. In his free time he’ll doodle anything he sees or whatever he feels inspires him. Salvatore loves and appreciates culture and art. Whatever it may be, you’ll see Ace smiling and talking about its history. You would also see an absolutely different side of Ace, one that many people feel that never existed. It is one of wonder, curiosity and amazement. That is the side art, culture, and history brings out in Salvatore. Books are also in this department, odd as that may sound. Ace really enjoys things that make him think and things that people created in general.

If Ace ever does open to you, which is really hard to do, you’ll see the side of wonder and curiosity in him. But you’ll also see a side that is very intelligent and sweet. Salvatore is a big gentleman and still is toward the ladies, in fact he rarely ever gets mad at them unless he feels that they are abusing their body in some way or letting themselves become fools like some of the vampires say. Ace also would show his philosophical side and would always be willing to listen and offer a shoulder to cry on. If he knows you’re sick he’ll force you to stay in bed and will make you some soup, which is actually pretty good considering he learned to cook from his brother as an attempt to avoid contact with people. Basically he would be a compassionate and sweet guy, someone a lot of people thought that never existed in Salvatore. Ace actually does have a conscious, despite his harsh and caustic words he gives to many people. Whenever he sees someone cry because of them, his heart breaks. However his face stays neutral and calm. It is a skill he has attained over time, one that he is very grateful for because he already knows that he has to protect himself more than most people because of certain people’s belief and standards. There are so many more layers to Salvatore, but you can’t be told everything all at once and some things are always better off known later on.

Sample RP:

Groaning quietly, Ace buried his head some more underneath his soft, plush blankets as he heard his alarm clock go off. Being only half asleep, Ace grabbed his pillow and put it over his ears as he attempted to silence the irritating buzzing. But it barely did anything. Groaning some more, the messy blonde hair boy threw the pillow at the alarm clock, which did nothing other than drop it onto the wood floor and that just made it louder. A quiet and pained whimper escaped him as grumbled, I just want to sleep…that’s all… Is that so hard to do nowadays?! Throwing the blanket over his head some more, the alarm began to be quiet. Perhaps it was because it was five minutes already, usually when it stopped ringing. Or perhaps it was because Salvatore’s throw had been with enough force. But would a pillow honestly break something like an alarm clock? Salvatore did not really care at the moment and he knew he would find out if the evil thing was broken or not in five minutes.

Five minutes past and off it went. This time it was different though. Ace got up, finally. Though he still was tired, Salvatore knew that the evil little piece of technology would not let him sleep. Sighing quietly he walked over to his bathroom muttering, I knew there was a reason why I bought that damn thing… It did its work. Horrible as it was, for him, it worked and Ace knew that he needed the thing to work on specific dates. Dates such as training days and days when he would be going off to some school, which unfortunately was today but so far it had yet to cross his mind. As he began to brush his teeth, the thought began to flash off in his head in bright neon colors. Normally he would of groaned and grumbled colorful words, but at the moment he had tooth paste in his mouth and he already knew how tooth paste tasted and it was not delicious and he did not want it to be the first thing to be in his stomach. After quickly brushing his teeth and washing his face, he ran out of his bathroom and back into his room. Grabbing suitcases, Salvatore put them near the bed and began rushed out of his room into the kitchen. Luckily Salvatore lived with his brother in a decent two bed-room apartment.

After Ace grabbed a bag of blood from the fridge, he popped it into his mouth and walked back to his room. As he began to drain the red, nutritious liquid he thought about the things he would need. Clothes were implied, but what kind? He was somewhat familiar with France’s weather, but he still was very uncertain. He already knew that he wouldn’t be able to talk his laptop, unfortunately, or his iPod, or even his electric guitar. But luckily he would be able to take his acoustic guitar. Had Salvatore not been able to take his acoustic he would have not gone off to that school. It was an unexplainable reason, but Ace needed his music to survive and singing was not enough. No he needed something in his hands to play while singing. Only then was his musical thirst sated. The moment Salvatore finished the pouch he threw it away and began to pack the clothes that he knew was absolutely necessary. Slowly Ace’s suitcase became filled with all the necessary things.

Walking over into his study, Salvatore grabbed the letter and reread it. As he looked at the necessary items, he sighed quietly to himself as he realized he had missed one thing. The mandatory pet. Ace did not really enjoy having a pet, especially since he would always out live the poor thing and he would have developed some form of an attachment to it. Folding the parchment back up and putting it into his back pocket, Ace grabbed some of books and began to put it into another suitcase as he thought of what animal to buy. After he filled that suitcase up, he sighed. He still was undecided on what pet to get. He had always wanted a wolf but that would be probably too frightening for some people and he would have enough problems with him being a Dhampir. Perhaps an owl? But the school would already have some so that made it pointless. He continued to mentally list animals that he had ever wanted and possible reasons why or why not to get it. After some time, Ace decided on getting an Artic Wolf. It seemed to be the only one that he had truly ever wanted and the list had said ANY pet. So it seemed to him that the only thing there was to do was get an Artic Wolf.

COSSU

[joleneblake]

First Name:Jolene
Middle Name:Lysette
Last Name:Blake
Age:Sixteen

Appearance:

History: Jolene Lysette Blake is the first and only child of Cassandra and Lucas Blake. Lucas Elijah Blake is from an American pure-blood family and Cassandra Amélie Girard is from one of the oldest French pure-blood families. Cassandra was shunned for marrying an American by her parents and grandparents, but only after their deaths did she regain entry to her beloved country and family’s welcoming arms. For some reason, it was just her parents and grandparents who disapproved of her marrying an American; they had hoped she would marry her fifth cousin, Julien Girard, to keep the blood lines pure and the magic strong. But she was persistent and headstrong, she would marry someone that she loved and she did.

When Jolene was born, she was Cassandra’s world, she was utterly spoiled by her mother and her father’s parents, and perhaps that’s where they went wrong with this child. Up until the age of fourteen, Jolene was given everything that she wanted. She learned basic magic from a mentor that her parents paid for and she used a hand-me-down wand that had been in Lucas’ family for generations. A few months after Jolene turned fourteen, her mother died from a disease that could not be cured. Ever since then, Jolene lost interest in magic and everything that had to do with magic. This means she started to ignore her family, what was left of her family anyway, and ignores the existence of magic.

Her father grew tired of Jolene’s bad attitude towards everything and finally decided to send Jolene to France to go to Beauxbaton’s Academy of Magic. He secretly hoped that with Jolene being so close to her mother’s side of the family and being in a country that she was meant to be in would change Jolene’s outlook on life and her attitude. No one missed Jolene more than her father, he wanted her back the way she used to be before the passing of Cassandra and he wanted her to finish learning magic from an institute.

Personality:Jolene is stuck-up, spoiled, sarcastic, witty, imaginative, intelligent, uncaring, rude, sad, depressed, evil to a degree, and she is very lonely. She would benefit from being around a goody-two shoe. Being around a prefect even would help change Jolene back into the caring and loveable witch that she used to be.

Sample RP:
Jolene glared at her Aunt Geneviève who was packing the last of Jolene’s things into her enormous trunk that would be sent with her to Beauxbaton’s. Jolene just finished telling her aunt that she was old enough to be packing her own things, but her aunt retorted that if she wasn’t going to pack her things right that second, then she would do it for her. ”This isn’t fair, Aunt Geneviève! I don’t want to go to Magic School. I’m too old for it anyway and I’ve learned all that I needed to when I was younger.”

”Oh really?” Her aunt started in her French accent. ”What would you do if a deatheater were in your path? What spell would you use? Would you flee? Tell me Jolene, how would you defend yourself? Your father sent you to France for a reason! To prepare yourself for the real world. Your mother died two years ago. It is now time for you to get over it. Yes, I miss her too. She was my little sister, but you are almost an adult so it’s time for you to act like one.” Aunt Geneviève said as she slammed the trunk closed and lifted her wand to the lock and made a swishing movement to lock it. ”I’ve placed a locking spell on your trunk. The only way you can unlock it is if you find the spell yourself and practice it enough on the trunk. Once you have mastered it, it will open.” With that last statement, Jolene’s Aunt turned and strode out of the third floor bedroom and hurriedly walked down into the kitchen.

Jolene sighed and threw herself down onto her bed and screamed into the nearest pillow. Being a witch is an effing bummer. I don’t even know French, how am I supposed to learn magic at a foreign school? Jolene thought crudely to herself. She lifted her head up a few inches and looked around the room for her favorite cashmere sweater that she picked out to wear on the first day she got there. She could have sworn she left it hanging over the back of her computer chair. Alas, it was no longer there. ”Auntie!” Jolene shouted at her door. ”Did you happen to pack my cream cashmere sweater in my trunk?” Jolene laid her head back on top of the pillow and waited for an answer.

”Yes, I did. Learn the spell and it shall be yours again!” Aunt Geneviève shouted up the stairs. This caused Jolene to scream and scream and scream as loud as she could down the stairs. She hated her new life, she wanted everything the way they used to be before her mother got sick and passed away. Jolene stood up and made her way in front of her floor-length, white and gold gilded mirror. Her dark brown shoulder-length brown hair danced as she adjusted her weight from one foot to another. Her gold necklace of ballerina shoes rested gently on her neck in between her clavicle bones. The necklace was a gift from her mother when she was about the age of seven; she had given it to her after a dance recital. This necklace was all that Jolene had left of her mother at least that was a good memory.

Jolene smiled softly at the girl in the mirror and wanted so badly to switch places with her. If only you could be me and I could be you, it would be the perfect switch. Jolene thought sweetly to herself as she ran a finger through her soft billowing hair.

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SOURNOIS

[amethystdaisystar]

First Name: Amethyst Daisy Star
Last Name: Evergreen
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'2, tan skin, shoulder length cinnaberry red hair, chocolaty brown eyes, and black slim square glasses.
History: Born a into a non-muggle home in a small town in michigan on february 28 1987. Has had a way with animals and pretended to be a witch doing spells and making play wands since she can remember. She never felt she fit in and now she has found her home.
Personality: quirky, daydreamer, odd, silent, explosive, moody at times, dont get angry fast, animal lover.
Sample RP: sad to say this is my first RP site to join sorry.

First, you'll need to change your username to your character's name. Also students must be between the ages of 11 to eighteen or appear to be in their teenage years. Also there are example of ways to write out an RP post. Even the ones in this thread can help you. Also you can look at the following link: RP Rules, Tips and Guidelines

[gabrielle]

First name- Gabrielle

Last name- Blanche

Appearance- Due to her part-Veela heritage,Gabrielle was a breathtakingly beautiful Witch, and caught a lot of attention from males and a lot of jealousy from other females. She was tall and willowy, with an air of grace that made her seem like she was gliding when she walking, and seemed to emanate a faint, silvery glow. She had long, waist-length hair of silvery blonde, large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth.

History- The youngest girl of all boys, Gabrielle was usually left alone to think inside her bedroom, the attic. Her mother, Appoline, was a flighty young lady and had no idea how to take care of her kids. Gabrielle felt that she didn't belong there and was delighted when she received her letter to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Perplexed but excited, Gabrielle was now thrilled to stay in her attic and think up exciting new adventures for herself at her new school.

Personality- Gabrielle had a very blunt nature, expressing herself in no uncertain terms. She always spoke her mind and often came off as rather arrogant and snobbish. She frequently treated people around her with condescension and was openly critical of unfamiliar things. Gabrielle was also very strong-willed and independent. She could also be very warm and caring; she fretted over the safety of those she loved.

Sample RP- Gabrielle rolled over and remembered the night before. Meeting a new friend, seeing the beautiful palace for the first time, eating a light but satisfying feast. These memories replayed over and over in her head until she opened her eyes and stared at her light blue alarm clock. It read 9:12. Just as she was about to go back to sleep, she remembered her classes. She was going to be late for Ancient Runes, a fascinating subject that she had read all about. Throwing the covers to the floor she leaped out of bed and slid into her light blue uniform. She combed her hair into it's usual pony tail and set the hat jauntly on top. Gabrielle applied some clear lip gloss: not being able to wear makeup yet. She stuck her delicate feet into the high heeled blue shoes, grabbed her satchel, and ran down the stairs. Sprinting across the courtyard and finally skidding to a stop in front of a large wooden door labeled "Ancient Runes." Adjusting her smile and smoothing down her hair, she pulled open the heavy wooden door, and stepped inside.

First, change your username to your character name. Also in order to sort, you'll need a minimum of 3 paragraphs for your Sample RP.

[clarissamadison]

First Name: Jamerson
Last Name: Hardgrave
Age: 430
Appearance:

History:

MOTHER: Ellen Hardgrave
FATHER: William Hardgrave
MATE/SPOUSE: none
CHILDREN: none
CREATOR VAMPIRE: An Italian Vampire by the name of Fernando Rossi
COMBAT STYLE/SKILLS: Incredibly well read and educated. Very good at manipulation and underhanded attacks. Can fight, is very talented with a sword and a musket pistol or riffle.
HISTORY:

Jamerson Hardgrave was born, raised and lived in the middle of the reign of Queen Victoria. He was the only son of Ellen and William Hardgrave, a well to do intellectual English couple from London. His father was a professor at Cambridge situated just outside of London and it was here that Jammie spent most of his pampered and protected childhood. He wanted for nothing, had a mother who doted on him, a father that instilled his love of knowledge and learning into his son, and a governess who catered for every other need or want of the young boy. He attended the prestigious Public School Eton.

He had a peaceful and uneventful childhood and young adulthood, graduating from school with the highest grades and having been head boy. He was accepted readily into Cambridge University and studied both the ancient languages of Latin and Greek, and philology. In which he excelled and by the age of 24 had achieved his Doctorate in his favoured disciplines and was offered a tenor at Harvard and so he set out across the oceans to America to begin his work as a professor.

Jamerson's life in America was a happy one, he lived in a comfortable home in America's New England region and found he very much enjoyed this growing nation. His work at the university was challenging and for filling, and he was able to have a relatively active social life, attending a number of gathering and parties. He also found that he was able to be less guarded about his being interested only in men in America which he found a relief. Back home his mother had always been introducing him to woman, hoping he would marry one of them, he hadn't the heart to tell her he would never marry. And it would have killed her and his father to learn why that was, so Jamie hid, for nearly all his younger life, that part of him from everyone in England.

It was a few days after his 34th birthday he was on a trip to England to visit his mother, his father it seemed was ill. This was when he met a man who would forever change his life, his whole world. He was returning home to America, and had stopped in Italy for a fortnight to enjoy his favourite of the European countries. It was a dark night, the moon was shrouded in clouds and Jamie had been to dinner with a friend of his fathers who now lived in Italy. Walking home along the dark narrow Streets he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed, but as there was nothing he could see, and he certainly couldn't fight something he couldn't see, he continued on if but a little quicker.

He reached his rooms and entered quickly, locking the door behind him, something unnatural felt like it was on the air and it was making Jamie nervous. He poured himself a drink of wine and sank into his chair beside the fire for it was winter and bitterly cold. He had hardly raised the glass to his lips when the most exquisite man he had ever laid eyes on appeared like out of no where in front of him, a look on his beautiful face that made Jamerson terrified and weak all at the same time. There was something inhuman about the man and that scared Jamie, but there was also something exciting about him that made him wish to know him in the most basic of ways.

Fernando did not say a word to him that night, but simply took him, his body, his life, his world, his soul. Everything about him changed that night and by the following morning, which he never saw, all traces of Jamerson Hardgrave the human, the professor were gone, in its place was something immortal, cold, heartless... dead.

Jamie had become a Vampire and now he had to live his life by the laws that came with that. His humanity in those first years was almost completely lost, he struggled even to recall who he had been in his human life. As more time went by he all but forgot his human friends and family, the only thing that mattered at all in the first 50 years or so was the blood, the killing. He loved it, thrived on it. Fernando stayed with him for almost 60 years, he was a friend, lover, teacher, tormentor and prison guard all rolled into one. He controlled Jamie's life, when he hunted, who he hunted, what he did when they were not hunting, even trying to tell him how he should think and feel.

IN the beginning Jamerson was so infatuated with his new life and the man who had given it to him that he did not even see what was going on, he was happy listening to Fernando. However as he grew in age and experience, parts of himself started to reappear, as he learnt to control himself and his passions he found his love of knowledge returning and that his thirst for learning had not faded. It was when Fernando tried to torpedo his desires to study that Jamie saw who Fernando really was and told him he would not put up with it any longer. He left Fernando in Italy and returned to his beloved America, he could not of course return to his former life, 60 years had pasted and he had not aged a day. He also could not go out but for at night.

Years he spent his life hidding from the world, studying, alone. Till he decided to return to England and make his way into society again. First the applied for a job at the only school that would take him, Hogwarts. He has taught there for close to 70 years, and now having not found what he is looking for has moved on.

He has decided to settle down in Europe and has applied for a position at Beauxbatons, he is currently waiting to hear if he has been successful or not.

Personality:

Jamerson is the type of person who everyone thinks they know well, but in reality all they see is the surface, the face he shows to the world. It is not that he dislikes who he is, it is more that he finds it easier to hide his problems if no one knows who you are. On the surface Jammie is the life of the party, friendly out going, fun to be around. He sings and plays the guitar, and loves a good party. He has an air of relaxation around him that seems to rub off on those around him, it is one of the reason he makes a good councilor and a good writer.

However under the skin a different man is hidden. He is deeply troubled, his past haunts him and he does his best to keep his issues hidden which he knows goes against his own advice to the troubled kids he looks out for.

But some demons are to scary to face and so he buries them deep and does what he can to ignore them. Often this leads to his having an unstable temper and he angers easily, though he is always quick to put his temper back in its box, it is still the only crack in his outward mask.

He is however an excellent teacher and cares for his students. He is understanding and compassionate, and has first hand experience as to where they are coming from.

He also has a cheeky funny side that has proven to be a perfect cover for his other flaws, no one can see the pain if your the joker, laughing and smiling at everything around you..

Once commited you a person he is fiercely loyal and would do anything to make that person happy and keep them safe. He would destroy anyone who threatened the happiness of those he loves.

Sample RP:

Valentino smirked when he heard how Amadeo had died. It was a fitting death as far as he was concerned. "Your father always did have a wonderfully cruel side. I think its why I liked him so much!" He replied quietly. His mind was picturing what had happened and it was like a movie playing out inside his head. It was almost as if he'd been there.

"He did not deserve your love then and he does not deserve it now Dante!" Valentino exclaimed with a harsh look in his eyes. He was not angry in the slightest. He was simply being brutally honest. He searched his own mind, looking for what to say next. He wanted to say so many thing but he did not want to hurt this intriguing little one of his and so he had to shift through his thoughts before he continued.

"Tell me Dante, does your sister still blame you for the pain that was caused her? Does she still hold anger in her heart for what you did?" He wanted to know, maybe if she had forgiven her brother there would be hope for Dante yet! The young vampire needed to forgive himself before he would ever be able to love or be happy again. Valentino had been through so much pain and unending despair in his life. Of the sort that no mortal could ever endure and now for some reason he was not quite clear on yet. He felt it his duty to help save this young fledging from the grips of it the way he had been saved time and again by different sources.

He watched Dante's features as he finished his tale and the look in his eyes was raw and open. Valentino gave him a soft smile and leaned forward a little in his chair. "Thank you for telling me your story I know it can not have been easy..." He said gently and sincerely as he watched him carefully. He had suggested earlier about telling the boy his story. And he would but he thought that tonight was not the right time for it. There would be no 'competition' from him tonight on who was the greater monster, or who had the more tragic story. So he would save his story for another night.

"Do you always drink cold blood little one?" He finally asked after sitting in silence for some time. "Does it not make you ill?" He was curious as to why a vampire who claimed to be a monster did not feed from live victims. Why he pulled his blood out of a fridge. Dante had explained the reasons for his business, but those reasons did not mean the had to stop killing, hunting. It merely meant he had to hide the fact that he did such things from these mortals he chose to work around.

Students must be between the age of 11 to 18 or appear to be a teenager if they are any older due to Blood Type.

[ashcheersoccer]

First Name: Ashley

Last Name: Bletchley

Age: 14

Appearance: i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa334/staydeterminedx/Copy_of_alexis-bledel-1600x1200-17470.jpg

History: Ashley Bletchley was raised by both parents. She grew up very wealthy and popular. You can't find a bigger daddy's girl when herself. She has two older brothers, both who are extremely over protective of her. Growing up, Ashley was very popular , in and out of school. Some people call her spoiled because her father gives her everything that she wants, and she somewhat knows it. As a kid, her was taught that success is the most important part of life, and ever since, Ashley has striven for it

Personality: Ashley puts herself first all the time, some people might call here selfish. She is a bit snobby, as well, but extremely clever, which some people hate. She's very cunning and also very flirtatious. She doesn't trust many people. Ashley only tells small secrets to her closest friends. Even though she can be very cold, as some might say, she still has a heart. Her friends are usually the only people who ever see the nice side of her. Ashley can be the sweetest person that you could ever meet, if you get on her good side. She also falls in love very quickly.

Sample RP:
"Will you just leave me alone!" Ashley Bletchley yelled at her older brother. The door of her bedroom slammed shut loudly. She wasn't in any mood to deal with her brothers right now. She opened her closet and grabbed a black tank top, a half see-through purple shirt, and jean shorts. After changing into her clothing from her pajamas, she went to her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was flung everywhere and her makeup from the night before was still on her face. A sigh escaped her lips.

It didn't take long for Ashley to fix herself into looking like her perfect self. She took one more look at herself in the mirror and threw a pair of flip-flops on before walking out of her room. "I'm going to take a walk, Mum. I'll be back soon." She kissed her mother on the cheek before heading out the door. She walked down a block or two, not really knowing where to go. After a few minutes of walking, she found the local park.

This wasn't something that she normally did - it was actually the first time that Ashley had ever decided to go to the park. She just needed some place to escape for an hour or two. She knew that her family probably wouldn't look for her here. This was probably the only place where she could actually think and clear her mind. It was a place away from her over-protective brothers and her father who only thought about spoiling her. Even though it wasn't her ideal place of being, Ashley wasn't going to complain.

SOURNOIS

[Anastasia Petit ༄]

First Name: Anastasia
Last Name: Petit
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Anastasia was born into a Veela family on December 2, 1995 in a tiny beach her family was happy to call their own. At the time, Asia had two older siblings, Olivier (who was three,) and Emmanuelle (who was 5). There, she was raised to be obedient and self-reliable, for she was taught there will most likely be nobody that their will be to care for you. Her mother was manipulative and over-protective as ever. She constantly uses subtle jabs, over- the- top guilt trips to keep her children in line. Though her mother was over the top, she did care about the safety of her children. The children were never told of their magic abilities, which the mother though was the most efficient plan to keep them together. Asia?s toddeler years were quiet happy.

When Anastasia was five, their mother, Christelle, had one last final son; Philippe. Shortly after he was born, their father left. Christelle told the children he was called by the magic ministry for a special work mission. But the children knew it was because the pressure of four children and the amount of attention each one deserved was too much to handle. Only then was when the magical world was exposed to them. Anastasia and Emmanuelle, which they called Emmy, became very interested in the academic study of magic.

As Asia grew, she became very interested in fairy tales. Whenever she would try to get her mother to read them to her, she would be slapped on the head with the book and told to go away. Her mother did not approve of any sort of story about love; she believed life was for disciple and accomplishment. Because of her father, who left soon after Philippe was born, Asia?s mother was determined to keep her child isolated from the word and with her forever. Asia was told the whole romance that they?ve invented, is nothing but a lie. However, her sister didn?t agree with her mother?s intentions to keep Asia naive about love forever. Secretly they would read the storied and the forever bonding of the two sisters grew.

When Emmy became of age to fulfill her academic expectation the household fell. Christelle became depressed for one of her children was gone from her grip for good, knowing about the outside world would change her. This lasted for a year, when Olivier was in charge of the household, making it manageable. By the time Olivier headed off to school, Asia felt responsible for the unhappiness. Asia did her best to teach Philippe about the ocean and magic as well as play. After awhile, things seemed to go back to normal. Though even though her mother was back in line, it felt wrong to leave her brother behind when it was her turn to leave.


Personality: Asia is known for being an exceptionally kind-hearted and talented witch, who is noted that she was witty and charming, as well as having a knack for potions. Her sister, described her as having a habit of seeing the best in others, even when they could not see it themselves, though her good opinion, once lost, was gone forever.

Asia can sometimes come out as very arrogant and snobbish due to her lack of interation with the world. She isn't used to most thugs so she tends to make fun of them or point out the flaws in thugs she doesnt get. Though she doesn't mean to come off that way, she is just very blunt

Asia was very strong-willed and independent. She can also be very warm and caring; she fretted over the safety of those she loved. Anastasia was also fiercely loyal. She never forgot if someone once saved her or anyone's life or just simple things like opening the door for her.

She's ambitious, and won't stop the strong desire to do or to achieve something, typically requiring determination and hard work, which is what Asia will do. Though Asia is a kind girl, she wants power, something she never had.

Sample RP:

There was Philippe, dressed in his new coat he got for his birthday, reading a book in the dunes of their beach. Philippe has grown to such a charming boy, with looks of his brother. Carefully, I sit down beside him, my skirt fanning out beside me. I didn’t want to disturb him, that wasn’t the best thing to do when he was reading. I have learned from my own experience. The warm summer breeze of fading memorized rippled through my hair. It was as though I could hear the sounds of my brothers and sister and I playing in the same dunes I sit in. This was my last year in my beach front home, and I wanted to spend it with him.

“You know what this is?” I ask him, picking up a sand dollar that is lying beside me.

He closed the book, and smiled. “The sand dollars found on the Corolla beaches are animals. They are keyhole urchins and are also called the “keyhole sand dollar,” a relative of the common sand dollar. The keyhole sand dollar is distinguished by its five keyhole-shaped slots. What you find on the beach is the skeleton of the keyhole sand dollar. When the tan keyhole urchin dies, the soft tissues inside the animal decompose, the spines fall off, and the skeleton is bleached white.” Philippe says as though he is reading a book from the library. I laugh tossing it away into the waves so it swallows it up."I've read that book 10 times, memorizing it word by word." Philippe complains, mading me lose my smile. I don't like how he never had a happy life really like the rest of his siblings. "It's boring." He adds, looking at me with that stare that pierces through me. He has something to ask me, I know it.

“Tell me Philippe.” I demand. He knows the limits of what and why I can tell him. Only once has he asked me about father. That one time he did I threatened to turn him into a pig. He never asked again.

“When you leave-“he chocked, trying to say it. I freeze up. He knows I feel bad for leaving. “What if mother goes crazy again?” I have to thing about this. For over 5 minutes we only hear the noise of my mother’s favorite radio channel and the waves.

I wrap my arm around him, pulling him closer. “She will never do that to us again.”

ROUERIE

[drystan de sauveterre]

First Name:
Drystan
Last Name:
de Sauveterre
Age:
Actually over 200, but appears eighteen.
Bloodline:
Unseelie Sidhe / Kitsune (fox demon)
Powers:
Is able to transfer his soul from one body to another if he either grows bored of the body or if the body grows too old in years and appearence for him. Can transform into a four tailed fox whenever he wishes, the amount of tails he has determines how old he actually is, if all of his tails get cut off he's unable to become human in appearence again. Hand of Green Fire - a type of fire that burns and never goes out, so if he were to throw it at someone or something, no water or magic could put it out. He has super senses, speed/agility. He also has earthly powers and able to control the trees and ground around him. Illusions is also something, as both a kitsune and sidhe, he is very good at.

Appearance:

Except that he has bright green eyes with black pupils that can quickly turn to cat-like slits depending on his mood. Unusual for a sidhe, but it's due to both his sidhe/kitsune genetics.

History:
Drystan was born two hundred years ago to a faerie and kitsune. An unlikely match, as you must expect, but the kitsune - in human form - managed to seduce and persuade the sidhe to have his way with her, and thus how their offspring, Drystan, came into being. It wasn't a pleasent start to life though. His mother cast him away, as she didn't like the reminder the fox demon brought to her, so he was sent to live with his father, who was none other than the legendary fox demon himself. But when Drystan first laid eyes on him, he didn't look scary at all, as young as he was and unable to diferenciate between what was write and wrong, but to him his father looked like every other human being in the world. From what he had seen at least. The only thing that he'd noticed as years went on was the flicker of orange in the man's eyes, and the occasional glimpses of long fox tails and pointed orange ears.

But to him, as he grew up, such things were normal. Before he was given to his father by his mother she named him Drystan, although he never found out where the last name came from, quite possibly it was hers and she was as Italian as the surname she gave him sounded, but he doubted he'd ever find out anything about his birth mother. But if that day ever happened to come, until then he decided to made do and find out everything he could about his Japanese heritage. Back then he looked a lot differernt, about as asian as his father and his grandfather and possibly whoever came before him. But then again, if his father was the legendary fox demon, who's to say he actually had anymore ancestors on that side of the family. There was much to learn about his family on both sides, but no one was going to give him any answers.

Years passed and he grew into himself, learning all different kinds of skills and learning more about the powers he possessed. Not long after he hit the age of twenty though he was kidnapped by a pair of sidhe bodyguard by order of his mother, whom he had originally thought was only a noble in court and therefore didn't have much power. He couldn't have been more wrong. His mother had had only just became one of the princess's of the court, and she wanted to see her only son face to face after all these years. She claimed that she had made a mistake by abandoning him, and wanted to make things right, wanted him to stay and live in the Sithen - the faerie mounds where all the sidhe and fey under the rule of the Queen of the Unseelie court lived - with him at her side.

After only a moment's thought he said 'no' which seemed to infuriate her. With the Queen's blessing, the sadist she was, his mother had him thrown into the torture chamber and tormented for a great number of years. Every decade or so, his mother went to him to ask if he had changed his mind, and each time he said no. He belonged with his father, not this murderous woman who claimed to be his birth mother. After several more decades of each and every punishment she could think of inflicting upon him under the sun, he managed to escape. Risking life and limb, one of the guards took pity upon him and released him from his bonds and the iron poker that was burning itself into his flesh for the hundredth time that day. He would have scars from such an ordeal but at least he still had his life, and that was all that mattered. The torture was only to hurt him and try to bend him to his mothers will, not to kill him.

However, as he returned to Japan he did find that somehow he was gravely injured, and was told so by his father, whoi hadn't aged a day since he started taking care of his son so many years ago. Now that he was of age he taught Drystan more about his powers, and how to transfer his soul into another body to protect him from death. And he did just that. For the next century he switched bodies with people when he felt like his current body was letting him down, until, in a new body in the twenty first century, after moving away from Japan and deciding to travel a little as he hadn't before, he heard of a school for witches and wizards, several of them in fact, so he set his eyes on the nearest one, which was Beauxbatons Academy and signed himself up, wondering what kind of new things would await him there.

Personality:
Cruel. That would most likely be the pain personality trait that he would show anyone. He's basically like an open book. Over his long hard years, never really making friends and barely gettuinmg close to anyone, he's learned to be a harder and tougher person; that alone drives people away from him, the isolation he happens to give off. But when you add how cruel he can get into the equasion... it drives people to hate him, more than just to stay away. As well as being cruel, he's also quite the sadist, heck, what else would he have spent the past a hundred years after his original torture besides inflicting upon others the same pain he had gained himself? The sight of blood just sparks waves of pleasure that run through him, and even cherishes a sip or two if the need calls for it. Of course he isn't a vampire, so he doesn't live on blood, but he loves watching his victims squirm as he enjoys the taste of the blood as it runs down them in rivets.

He's spiteful, manipulative, and no one has ever really gotten close enough to see a good side to him. Aside from his sister and his old childhood friend Klaus. When his blood splattered outershell is pealed back, he can be a very protective and caring person, though it never lasts long. He loves to tease and play around with people, more lightly with a loved one, but otherwise that's the fox in him beginning to show. He isn't totally a monster, but he wont ever be a saviour or good guy either. He's prideful and selfish, and wont bother helping if a stranger is in need of assistance. Rape, stealing murder... all those are deeds he's partaken in, and are therefore just words to him. Nothing in the english language could ever describe the things he's done to humanity and other creatures over the years. But who knows, maybe there could be someone out there who could change him, divert him from his destructive course in life. Only time will tell.

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.

SOURNOIS

[xxalovemxx]

First Name: Amelia
Last Name: Jones
Age: 16
Appearance: www.talkingmakeup.com/pics/news/mist61.jpg
History: Amelia is the middle child in a relativly large family. She has two older brothers that are seventeen and eighteen. She has a baby sister who is three and a baby brother who is one. Her father is mentally ill and her mother stays home to take care of him. Her father went mad after he saw a collegue get murdered. She is pureblood. Her older brothers work to support the family while Amelia goes to magical school.
Personality: Amelia is not shy but she doesn't talk much. She needs the right people to bring her out. She hates when people are cruel, mean, or unfair. She kind of snaps when she see's this and stands up for the person being hurt. She will yell and hurt people if nesessary in order to defend. She loves music and having fun but often doesn't know how to control her emotions. She is cautious. She pays attention to detail and loves history.
Sample RP:Amelia woke up to the sound of her father yelling incoherently in a panic. She knew immediately that he was in a state where he was reliving his friend's death. She slowly got out of bed and checked her younger siblings room's to make sure they hadn't woken up. Her mother was working late tonight and was putting her father's safety in Amelia's hands. Amelia stumbled sleepily into her older brothers' room. It was pitch black and quite.

“Chris.” Amelia whispered shaking her seventeen year old brother's body in attempt to wake him up.

“James.” Amelia whispered again shaking her eighteen year old brother's much larger form.

Both of her brothers mumbled nonsensical things in a groggy confusion before realizing it was their sister waking them. They soon heard their father's panic and got up with Amelia to calm him down. It was about two times a week they were woken by their father yelling about death and they knew what to expect.

The sleepy three tip toed into their father's room and shut the door quietly behind them. Amelia started to whisper soothing things to her manic dad. He was wide eyed with fear and confusion as usual. James went to get a cold cloth and Chris went to retrieve a glass of water and his dad's pills. Within a few minutes, Amelia's soothing had calmed her father down and he stopped screaming and flailing. James placed a cool cloth on Mr. Jones' sweating forehead and Chris gave him his medicine to take. The three soon had their father back in bed asleep.

Amelia saw her brothers off to bed before she walked into her younger siblings' room. Baby Andrew was still sound asleep but little Anna was awake sitting up in her small bed. Her curly brown hair was askew in wild tangles and her eyes were slowly fluttering closed. Amelia walked to her sister's side and listened to Anna's concerned words.

“Is daddy okay?' She asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, Anna. Daddy is fine. We got him calmed down. He was just having a nightmare.” She whispered back, tucking the little girl back into her bed.

“Mmkay.” Anna yawned and then turned over and then fell back asleep.

Amelia was soon crawling back into her own cozy, warm bed to drift off into dream land again. It wouldn't be long before she woke again in a few hours to Andrew ready to get up.She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

COSSU!

[garethwyllt]

GARETH • TOPHER • WYLLT

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NICKNAMES: none
GENDER: male
AGE/D.O.B: seventeen
HOUSE: n/a
OCCUPATION: none
BLOOD STATUS: demonic blood


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EYES: blue/green
ANYTHING ELSE: My style is my own. I try to stick with what's appealing out there in the world.
Enough to impress the ladies; or lady if i'm lucky.

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[/b] quidditch, manners, rain, jokes, and people.
DISLIKES: people who can't/can't take jokes, high mantainence anybody,
suck-ups, liars, and soggy cereal.
PERSONALITY: intelligent, cunning, stubborn, athletic, charming, cocky,
flirty, sarcastic, witty, cultured, gentleman, protective, loyal, vengeful, competitive.
PRIORITIES: family, honesty, trust
BOGGART: none that i'll admit...
ERISED: can't tell or it won't come true ;)
VERITASERUM: I think life sucks when you have no one that understands you.
PATRONUS: wolf & when my family got over themselves
PENSIEVE: couldn't really tell you just yet.

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[/b] Ronan Wyllt
MOTHER: Alegra Wyllt
SIBLINGS: Alain Wyllt (brother) - Tristan Wyllt (brother) - Vivian Wyllt (sister) -
OTHER FAMILY: Alis Wyllt (grandfather) & Estrild Wyllt (grandmother) - Cai Wyllt (uncle) &
Bronwen Wyllt (aunt) -
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: rich - old money - generation witches & wizards
HISTORY OVERVIEW:
Gareth was born in the early days of summer to an entirely Italian family, save his uncle's wife who was of Greek descent. As the eldest child of his family, generations old, Gareth was taught early that his heritage was something to uphold with dignity, pride, and undying loyalty. That's where his need to charm, protect and defend anyone he cared for came from. Being the oldest of three older siblings wasn't easy, but family was always important.

Gareth attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for from the age of eleven until now. Being in Slytherin you could say that most of his personality was enhanced there. He's always been a cunning, competitive, and somewhat vengeful boy and being around his equally as vindictive peers only helped those traits flourish to no end. Still, he remained tactful, and classy. For a guy anyway. Not only that, Gareth was quite the ladies man, he was a flirty guy which did not always put him in the best light. He wasn't shameful, but knew some peopel thought he should be and by no means was he keen on sensitivity and seemed to get even more sarcastic as the days went by. This of course, added to his reputation over the years and everything he did became apart of his history, past, present and future. Born a demon, as everyone in his family was, Gareth of course had powers, he could become invisible of course he couldn't always and he rarely ever used it for bad things, fearing the wrath of his parents if he did. He was still practicing his teleportation skills, but when he got it right, he never stopped. Lastly, when he got angry Gareth could create fire, something that seemed more of a burden to him than anything. He was always afraid that something would go wrong with someone who was prepared for what he could do, so he learned to control it very quickly. His fear, was of course, a secret and only his family seemed to know about it.

Speaking of which, the Wyllt clan had a large and not-so-secret, secret. They had always been (as far back as anyone can remember) in a large feud with another family; the Ambrose family.

It'd had been many years, but the long standing hatred seemed like it would never end. That is until one day when surprisingly, a truce was called through Gareth and the eldest child of the Ambrose family, Gwenddydd he learned she was named. However even though the families seemed to get along, hatred was still instilled in Gareth for the girl he was supposed to suddenly talk to, learn about, and Merlin forbid become friends with. He couldn't believe it, but his charm and loyalty got the better of him and soon he could tell that his demeanor was changing in favor of the rival family. After that, he found that he was happy that the two families had gotten over all the stupid trivial things and perhaps he'd been wanting that all along. Peace sounded good to him, as did a certain witch when he arrived to Beauxbatons and found her there as well.

YOURSAMPLE:

Gareth shielded his eyes from the growing sun before looking over and seeing that it was currently seven thirty in the morning. He was leaving for school today. He sat up, listening to his back and spine crack and pop from his less than comfortable position. It seemed that he'd slept at his desk again, to deep in thought the night before to get up and walk to his bed. He could hear his family moving around, getting ready for the day as he should. Gareth stood up and proceeded to his bathroom to take a shower. Stepping inside the tiled room, he shivered a bit from the chill radiating from the floor. Hanging his head with tiredness he walked to his mirror and took a look.

Gareth wasn't ugly, no quite the opposite. He had wide blue eyes, short shaggy hair and a light beard to match his age. He scratched his face and decided he didn't need a trim just yet. He was pretty proud of his "man" stubble. Gareth smirked at his reflection and continued on with his morning. After showering and dressing he bounded down the dark cherry wood steps and into the large kitchen. Everyone, and he meant everyone, in his family was there. Eating, laughing, yelling, talking, and some were even sleeping. Rubbing his hands together, Gareth sat down in his usual seat and helped himself to everything he saw. Just because he was an athlete didn't mean he did like to eat. A lot.

He mother smiled at him, whispered encouraging words of Italian to him, and kissed him noisily on his cheek. "Jeez, mom! Could you not?" he exclaimed, roughly wiping his cheek until it stung. "What? I'm your mother, I can't do whatever I want. I birthed you." She warned him, smoothing down his hair as she did. Suddenly her voice became thick with emotion and Gareth rolled his eyes. 'Here she goes again.' He thought. "My baby. My son. Off to another country, without his mother!" she cried, tears messing up her perfect makeup. She did this a lot, cry. The first time he'd told her he'd gotten accepted at Beauxbatons, she'd asked where it was and when he told her, she cursed him out. Then she asked why over and over followed by her flat out saying no. It wasn't until he convinced her that he'd be coming back, just like when he was at Hogwarts, did she agree.

"Mom. It's not that long, it's just like Hogwarts, only in France." he said, crunching his toast. "That doesn't matter. And stop eating like that, sit up and eat right, I taught my children better." she said, her motherly tone back in place but tears were still running down her cheeks. Gareth looked at his father who just shrugged and returned to his paper. Gareth leaned back and studied his family in silence. A room full of demon-wizards and witches sounded like some morbid fantasy story, but despite what there blood consisted of, they were like any other large family, muggle or human. Gareth felt his youngest sister slide into the seat next to him and he turned to face her.

Looking just like their mother, Vivian Wyllt beamed at him. The last to join his immediate family, Vivian was probably Gareth's favorite sibling, like him in personality and humor. She was only 13, but she knew what she was doing and what she expected out of life. He envied her in that way, and although he wouldn't admit it, his heart twitched at the thought of being so far away, unable to protect her like he always could when they were at school together. She'd asked to go with him, but that's where their mother and father had drawn the line. Gareth leaned back in his seat and waited for the clock to say the right time. The time when he could leave the deafening sadness behind and take him to his new school.

"Mom! Stop hugging me. You'll suffocate me and then what? you'll have a dead son to mourn rather than cry over because all he...did...was...go to school!" he exclaimed when his mother threw herself on him again. It was going to be long, long, day.
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YOURAGE: 19
YOURTIMEZONE: central
YOUREXPERIENCE: a yearish of rp experience
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SOURNOIS!

[flynn pierre grant]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 400px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] Flynn Pierre Grant HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME Flynn AND I'M CURRENTLY 17 YEARS OLD. AND DID I MENTION I'M A Vampire? Yeah. .History. Flynn was born to a pureblood family on January 30th, 1994. At the time he had one sister names Aimee, who was 3. The Grant family focused on keeping imagination alive, good character, and strict tradition. The family never once fell out of line with tradition from the start of their family at the start of the ages. They lived happily in the outskirts of Paris. By the time Aimee was expecting her acceptance letter to the academy she showed no magical ability what so ever, Her parents tried to hide it from her saying that was normal even though Flynn was levitating things at the age of three. AS witty and sly as she was, Aimee learned around her parents, exposing that she was a squib. Furious at what their daughter had become, Claire and Louis became dictate, ruling over them with great discipline. The parents tried to teach Flynn you need to manipulate people in order to get what you want. Aimee did her best to try to change his perspective his parents had engraved in him, hoping one day he would understand what and why they were like that. Aimee knew she was responsible for the harsh treatment inflicted on her brother because of her lack of abilities. After dark years, Louis finally let out that he was a vampire when Flynn was the age of 8. Claire desperately tried to hide the children every time he became blood thirsty, but soon got a hold of Aimee. Biting her, she quickly depleted, dying days after for her blood couldn’t handle it. Flynn became very sad and a dark spot in his heart was created, the loose of the one thing he thought always told the truth, his sister. Out of sadness, Flynn thought if his dad bit him he would die and join his sister, but since he had magical qualities he was turned into a vampire. Shadowed with regret, Flynn comes to the academy to escape the damage at his house hold.

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.Personality.

Flynn doesn't like when things change. Change is actually something that scares him because of his dramatic past. He prefers to stick to a schedule, and keep it that way. Flynn hates when things don't go according to his plans. This sort of makes him look as though he's controlling, when he's really not. Flynn just doesn't like change. End of story.

Although Flynn doesn't like change, he can cope with it. He's able to cope with anything, in a difficult and different situation. He uses his resources wisely. Of course, Flynn doesn't want to have to do that very often, since as mentioned above, Flynn does not like change at all.

Flynn wasn’t exactly influenced by his parent’s rational teachings. Aimee and their old ways stuck with him. He isn’t afraid to do anything to achieve his ends. Even if it means lying, or twisting the truth around. It may or may not hurt a few people along the way, but that's just the way it is. If getting what he wants means hurting his loved ones, then fine. As long as everything works out in the end. Claire and Louis’ new ways sometimes were a blessing, but also a burden. He hides that the best he can.

Looking past that, he was influenced by drawing and painting. He’s charming, self-reliable, and blunt. He is fiercely loyal and expects people to be loyal back, which rarely happened. He’s quiet a classic mate, taught manners and skills at a young age. Flynn is very intelligent, calm, tolerant, fair-minded, gentle and good-natured. Despite having suffered a great deal of prejudice in his life due to his father, he managed to retain an ability to see the good in almost everybody and is extremely forgiving. He also had an excellent sense of humor. Flynn was quite perceptive, with an uncanny ability to guess the thoughts of those around him.

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.Sample RP.

Flynn felt the light peaking into his room on the bright Monday morning. The brightest he has seem for weeks, usually rainy now- a-days, apparently the muggle news casters say some sort of ocean current was swooning in. None of that muggle rubbish made sense in his bright little mind anyways. He talked himself out of bed with his simple, ‘Today is going to be better.’ Sentence he does every day, even though deep in his mind it wasn’t true. But, today! Oh, today he was going to the academy to escape his… parents.

Washing up in the bathroom and messing up his hair he basically pranced down the stairs, hadn’t don’t that since he was what? 7? The thing with Flynn was that he messed up his hair rather then tried to make it look neat. That was the style now. He had flipped through magazines and all the boys the girls were crazy for had messy hair. It didn’t really make much sense but he went with it. Who knows, maybe he will like it, and he does, so much better then the other hair does he had in his life time. His mother smiled brightly didn’t really make much sense but he went with it. Who knows, maybe he will like it, and he does, so much better then the other hair does he had in his life time. His mother smiled brightly at him. She looked tired today, the bags under her eyes were darker then usual. The stress on her was becoming worse, it was defiantly noticeable.
“Hello Flynn!” she greeted cheerfully with a stack full of pancakes that were now piled up in front of him. Without hesitation he dug in them. The fluffy center and sweet syrup were calling him. “Get ready, I will be dropping you off –“

“Without Lois- I mean dad?” Flynn interrupted after he swallowed his food. He had started calling his father Louis since he didn’t disserve that title anymore. What type of father bites his own daughter and kills her? Not that he cared he was a vampire, it was his sister, the one thing that held him back from forgiving his father. Mothers face tightened in disbelief. He knew she hated it when he called him that.

“No, your father will be staying here.” She answered, pouring more batter on the pan.

“Good.” He said. “I don’t want the blood thirsty foul creature near my class mates.” He snapped, glaring at his plate.

“Flynn Pierre Grant! Your father will not be spoken like that! He cares about you!” His mother exclaims, dropping her spoon making it sizzle form the heat.

“So he didn’t care about Aimee then?” he hissed under his breath. His mother ignored him and kept whispering to herself far to soft for him to make out. He didn’t care, he just wanted to go.

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SOURNOIS

[nerine ingram]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/f3rpcx.jpg); height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em; border-radius: 4em;] elyse antionette nikolaevsky Can I get to your soul Can you get to my thoughts Can you promise we won't let go All the things that I need All the things that you need You can make it feel so real Cause you can't deny You've blown my mind When I touch your body I feel I'm losing control Cause you can't deny You've blown my mind When I see you baby I just don't wanna let go I hate to see you cry Your smile is a beautiful lie I hate to see you cry My love is dying inside I can fix all those lies Oh baby baby I run but I'm running to you You won't see me cry I'm hiding inside My heart is in pain but I'm smiling for you ---- ! all about me BIRTHDAY| may tenth nineteen-ninety four IAMTHISYOUNG| seventeen PINKORBLUE| female SEXUALORIENTATION| heterosexual HAIRCOLOR|black EYECOLOR| dark blue, brown, it changes (: TATOOES| one on the inside of my left wrist and a few on the outside of my right wrist *because I love cupcakes and bows!* ^^ PIERCINGS| nose & lip OVERALLLOOKS| my hair is long and black, naturally curly unless I decide to do something different. I try not to wear heavy makeup since I hate taking the time to put it on :p I guess you could say i'm skinny but junk food is my best friend and I am not at all athletic. I have deep blue eyes that change sometimes, and they look like they have brown in them sometimes. I'm pretty pale and while I can never get enough of the sun, the sun doesn't like me which is probably why I burn so easily. My ears are nice and pointy but I keep them covered most of the time, although they can transform and become normal, human ears. I am no where near a tall person being only 5'4", I wish I was though since I've always wanted to try my luck at basketball. Oh well, I guess it'll never be. I like to dress girly, bright, or nice; sometimes a combination of all three! ^^ ILOVETHIS| rain, food, music, christmas, panda bears. IHATETHIS| cold, non-soft things, quiet, the dark, jerks MYSTRENGHTS| talking xD, singing, taking pictures, healing, writing MYWEAKNESSES| sports, being silent, not spacing out, not eating QUIRKS&HABITS| my laugh sound weird, i love to collect plants, not superficial but i love clothes, usually have my camera with me, i talk to random people at random times OVERALLPERSONALITY| while I love my away & alone time, I love being around people and nature and I love bright, happy things. I love to make jokes even if no one else but me finds them funny. I have a problem with talking and people have said that I talk really fast and never shut up, which might be a bad thing at times...depending on you are. Painting is not something i'm good at but I do it anyway as well as singing just because I love anything artsy. I love to make people smile and I almost feel as if it's my mission in life. In the mornings, you probably wouldn't guess I have any of this happy, go-lucky, carefree attitude but believe me it's there. I have zero patience though and i'm always trying to rush stuff, especially if i'm excited about it. Writing & photography are my passion so you'll probably never see me without a camera or notebook. being born an elf, we each have powers, I have the power of healing and helping which is pretty cool :D i'm a hopeless romantic despite my heart having been broken a few times but I think that's part of the journey to find mr.right, who I'm still looking for. I'll add that I thrive on my friends and family and would be lost without them. history HOMETOWN|Chelyabinsk, Russia is where I was born but I grew up in Nottinghamshire, England PARENTS|Viktor & Anya Nikolaevsky SIBLINGS|Agrippa Nikolaevsky -sister- Gala -sister- Nona -sister IHAVEPETS|two cats -shark & katie- CURRENTLYLIVING|w/ my family OVERALLHISTORY| Elyse is the third youngest child of Viktor and Anya Nikolaevsky. She has two older sisters, both in their late twenties, and a younger sister who is seven. being part of a long line of elves has allowed Elyse to grow up around a very large family; with a lot of money. however, money isn't everything to her or her family and they aren't known as the "snobby, rich family" at all. Her grandmother, Polina, was a very respected healer in both Russia and England and built a respected reputation for her family. This has been kept all the way until the present day. Elyse is incredibly close and protective of her family member and considers her friends to be her family. She grew up having her sisters be her best friends and considers them to be so. While Elyse's sister were married and started families at seventeen, as did all the other women in her family, Elyse isn't ready to take on that much responsibility and is much more keen on being able to live her life. She is interested in finding someone to love but she's always confessed her desire to branch out on her own and figure out what she wants to do and after having her heart broken again she isn't sure that she wants anything to happen for a while. Her off and on boyfriend in her family friend, Vladimir. Tall and artistic, he's like Elyse in many ways, which is probably why they never work out. He's a large part of her history because he's the one who has possibly made her life more difficult than it needs to be. He, however, is no longer important to her since he got married and none of what he did means that she ain't still look :D Elyse is happy though and continues to dream and think of new experiences that could become of a part of her pretty simple life. Growing up with so many girls in her house, Elyse was no stranger to dressing girly and colorful. She was always laughing and playing as a little girl and well into her teenage years. She likes the think that her personality was shaped by every family member and that her odd ways became her charm. She was born with the power of healing, helping, earth, and nature. Elyse at first was ashamed of her heritage because she was often made fun of but her family helped her understand that she was blessed and she developed a pretty thick skin and became proud of who she was and what she was a part of. She is pure elf blood since both her parents are, but has parts of seer and veela blood from her mothers side. sample rp SAMPLEROLEPLAY| Elyse picker up her camera and snapped another picture. This time it was her sister rolling around in the fallen leaves. She smiled one and lowered the camera from her face. She stood up with a large sigh as her back cracked. She'd been sitting there for almost an hour watching her little sister play and taking pictures. It was time she has a little fun herself. She ran the little distance to the pile her sister was in and fell backwards into it. "Ellie!" her sister shouted and dove to the side, "you almost fell on me!" she said angrily and when Elyse opened her eyes she was looming over her. "Oh Nona, lighten up!" she beamed with a big smile. Nona just stared at her for few seconds before suddenly throwing a ton of leaves on her. Elyse laughed loudly, got up, and began chasing her around the yard. Nona was only seven, much faster, and more athletic than Elyse was stopped after only a few minutes. "Fine! you win this time but when I get back I'll be able to catch up." she panted, clutching her side and breathing deeply through her nose. When she caught her breath, she straightened up and brush all the leaves off of herself. Nona stood on the steps, stuck her tongue out at Elyse and walked inside the house. Elyse followed her, picking her camera up on the way. She went through each picture, smiling when she stopped on a goofy one. She'd admit it, she probably wasn't as ready to leave her home just set but the excitement of attending a school that had nothing to do with her mother caused butterflies to erupt in her tummy and almost diminished her anxiety. She looked up and took a few minutes to stare at her parents and None gathered in the kitchen. She raised her camera and pressed the button once before walking inside. extra YOURNAME| jane IAMTHISYOUNG| 19 GOTEXPERIENCE| yearish OTHERCHARACTERS| tinley labonte & gareth wyllt template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY EDWARD MAYA & VIKA JIGULINA

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[Rhine McMahon]

Name: Rhine McMahon
Age: 16
Appearance:
History:

Rhine was born to a royal family on November 23, 1890. At the time she had a large house full of her family. Her two older brothers that overprotected her, a mother and father, and her grandparents. Rhine was always babied due to the fact that she was the last born child in the family. Her family tried to let her see and live in the real world as little as possible in order to prevent her from knowing pain and sorrow. Her home in a large city in France gave her enough protection for most of her childhood allowing her to be oblivious to the outside world.

When Rhine turned sixteen her family invited many royal friends and acquaintances to celebrate the occasion. What they didn't know was that a vampire was among the guest list. Rhine was preparing for her entrance downstairs when she started hearing the screams of terror. When she ran to the balcony overhanging the dining hall she saw the man covered in the blood of her loved ones. Most of the people seated around the room were dead if not dying.

The vampire had spotted Rhine and swiftly grabbed her and took her away. He traveled through the night until he got to a cave deep in a forest miles and miles away from her protective home in France. The demon placed her on a bed and bit her neck, giving her the experience of become a vampire as a gift. One week after that day Rhine woke up in the cave, a vampire. She was kept as a slave for the blood-sucking demon for twenty un-aging years before she ran away in the night.



Personality:

As a child, Rhine did not know how to survive on her own. But after the terrible years as a prisoner of a vampire she became hard and cold. Rhine never spoke out to anyone unless it was a cruel response back to someone arguing with her. Not many people would know it, but Rhine has very big opinions that she chooses to keep to herself. Rhine is afraid to trust people due to her experiences in life. She is lonely and needs the right person to crack her hard shell open.

Rhine hates the fact that she is a vampire and has almost totally forgotten her royal blood. Surviving on her own in an amazingly different atmosphere changed her completely. She has almost completely forgotten about her family and what love feels like. What it feels like to be loved. Rhine is barley phased by things. Whether they are comments or actions taken towards her. She has become so disclosed to the world she really doesn't care anymore.

Rhine is unbelievably smart and witty. Not that she would ever brag about anything. She not only knows facts about history and the past, but she knows about life itself and what it can do to you.


RP Sample:

Rhine sat in her room in front of her gold framed mirror doing her hair and makeup preparing for her celebration when she started to hear a break in the calm and quite chatter downstairs. She quickly got up and gathered the skirt of her gown before running to the balcony out looking the dining hall as she started to hear screams. Rhine leaned over the balcony desperately looking for the person causing the screams. She soon found the source. And the sight frightened her. What appeared to be a vampire was slowly killing all of her friends and family-slowly sucking the life from them, drop by drop.
“Stop!” Rhine screamed without even thinking about speaking out. She saw a twisted smile form on the demon's face as he saw the young girl.

Rhine screamed as the vampire quickly picked her up and started running at an unrealistic speed into the dark forest bordering the city she lived in. Rhine looked back at her house, knowing she would most likely never see it again and still hearing the music playing from the open door and windows.

Rhine was dropped on an uncomfortable bed in a cold, damp cave. She tried too scream of speak out but the words wouldn't form in her mouth and her throat was too dry to get the sound out. She slowly watched as her kidnapper lowered his mouth to her throat and before biting down, whispering. “Someday you will thank me for keeping you immortally young.” And then he clamped his razor teeth down on her pale throat.

The last thing Rhine can remember from that night is hearing the gut renching scream she let out as the vampire slowly turned her into one of his kind.

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