Sorting (Term Nineteen)

[jensenerikksson]

I AIN’T SETTLING FOR JUST GETTING BY

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WE’RE ALL LOOKIN FOR A HAPPY ENDING

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EVERY DREAM OF WINNING[/center]

[/b] Jensen David Erikksson
nicknames: just jensen (:
birthday: November 27th, 1993
age: Eighteen
status: n/a
orientation heterosexual
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GREW UP ON A TIGHTROPE, LEARNED TO SMILE

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EVEN WHEN I WAS FALLING DOWN[/center]

[/b] blond-ish, sometimes it looks brown but that depends on the light and my mood. Always keep it short and it styles itself everyday (meaning I don't do anything to it)
eye color: Blue
height and weight: 6' and 167 pounds
distinguishing features: two
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OUT WHERE YOUR TROUBLES CAN‘T FIND YOU

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[/b] ladies, nature, jokes, earth, my powers
dislikes: nosy people, hostile people, destruction, loudness, no one to give me a challenge
strengths: healing, fire-weilding, shape shifting, illusions
weaknesses: wind & water
fears: being forgotten & not having anyone
goals: to continue my family line & find someone worthwhile
personality overview:

• cultured
• intelligent
• witty
• charming
• lady’s man
  
• cocky
• proud
• gentleman
• protective
• loyal
• gutsy
• athletic
• strong
• stubborn
• clever
• gets what he wants
• laid-back
• patient
• loves challenges
  

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DEAR MOM AND DAD, I‘LL SEND MONEY

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I‘M SO RICH THAT IT AIN‘T FUNNY[/center]

[/b] Cathrine Erikksson -41/mother-
father: Baldor Erikksson -46/father-
siblings: Gerturde "Gerdy" -22/sister- Ingfrid -16/sister- Fredrik -16/brother/twin to Ingfrid-
others: Froder & Freya Erikksson -paternal grandfather/grandmother-
Oden & Live Rane -maternal grandfather/grandmother-
hometown: an elven kingdom in norway
history:

Born into a long line of Dark Elves, Jensen is just like his ancestors. Born loyal and proud, he was raised to never back down and to always fight for his family. Jensen's parents met through and arranged marriage, done by their parents who were long standing friends. Immediately they fell in love and started a family, beginning with Jensen's oldest sister Gertrude or Gerdy to the family. When when Gerdy was four, they had Jensen their first born son and heir to the kingdom. They had incredible pride over their two children, and even though they gave them everything they wanted growing up, Jensen and Gerdy were never brought up to think low of anyone or to be snobby. Two years later, Jensen's mother found that she was pregnant again, this time with twins! That summer Ingfrid and Fredrik were born thus adding to the already large family.

Each member of their family was blessed with powers and special abilities. Jensen was born with the extraordinary power of healing, as well as good plant, animal and earth elemental abilities. He can also shape shift, work with fire and is gifted with illusions. Will all this power Jensen learned to control them quite quickly, and his powers taught him to become protective over his family even more so. Not to mention he became quite strong, gutsy and athletic, traits that ran through the blood of his family.


sample rp:

Jensen scratched his head in deep thought and slight confusion. He could honestly say he didn't understand the news he was just given..."I'm...engaged?" he repeated, planting his eyes somewhere on the window, barely registering the setting sun. "Yes, it has all been arranged by us and the girl's parents. You will be married as soon as they let her know." his mother said with nothing but pride and excitement coursing through her voice. Jensen looked up and crinkled his brow, something he did often when he didn't understand. "But I don't...I don't even know her all that well. We haven't really spoken since we were little." he whispered to them and glanced at his father who seemed to refuse to meet his eyes.

"So? you'll get to know each other again during all the planning. Besides, mom and dad and our grandparents have been friends of theirs for years. Our families have always gotten along and it seemed like it'd be good idea seeing as how she's almost of age and you already are." his sister Gerdy said, stepping forward towards him. Gerdy wasn't that much older than him but was married herself with a child on the way. He gave her an annoyed look and pushed gently passed her. "You've got to be joking of course." he said with a small smirk. In all honesty, it was because of the girl or his parents that he was so unhappy about this. It was the fact that this meant his life, the life he was undeniably comfortable with, would change. He didn't want some girl to mess it up especially when he figured that he'd always meet his future wife on his own. Forget the he knew her, and they'd grown up together. People change, he sure had. She could be a complete nightmare or worse...be one of those girly girls that never did nor wanted to do anything for themselves.

Jensen approached his mother hastily at the thought and placing both hands on her shoulders, forced her to look at him. "You can NOT be serious, mother." he said but the look in her eyes told him this was no joke. He was engaged... betrothed as he heard his sisters whisper excitedly as they left the room with their mother. The only person that offered him any sympathy was his younger brother, Fred. "Sorry mate, rotten luck. Hopefully she's still pretty though!" he said and clapped him on the back before racing out of the room with his father who had simply brushed past him with a grip on the shoulder.

Jensen sat down in his fathers chair and closed his eyes in thought. He sat like that for a while before he heard silent heeled footsteps sounding off on the marbled floor. It was his mother who was slipping something into the pocket of his shirt. She planted a motherly kiss on his cheek, ruffled his hair and left. Jensen opened one eye and smirked, his mother always knew how to make him feel slightly, if not fully, better. He sat up and pulled what she'd slipped in his pocket out.

It was picture. A picture of a girl, Caelia, that just by looking at her, stole his breath. Not only was she beautiful but she looked smart and like she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid of a challenge. "She look stubborn as hell, too" he thought, exactly like him. Jensen smiled genuinely this time and continued to stare at her picture in fascination. After about an hour he decided he should leave and join his family who were all outside enjoying the rare nice weather. He walked slowly towards the gang of elves he called family and stood by his father. He glanced toward him and spoke. "You're right, we'll work it all out. I think this is a great idea." he said, glancing at his father. Immediately his forehead wrinkled in confusion at the look on his father's face.

"Dad? Is someth-" he began but he was cut off. "She said no Jensen. She's transferred to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. In France." he told his son. Jensen stared forward and thought a moment, rubbed his chin, then cleared his throat. "Right then. I guess that's where I'll be going this year for school." He said with finality in his voice.
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JUST A HOMETOWNGIRL

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[/b]: Jane
rp experience: almost a year and a half
other characters: tinley labonte, gareth wyllt, & elyse nikolaevsky
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SOURNOIS

[angievonnhart]

First Name: Angeline
Last Name: Vonn Airhart
Age: 16
Appearance:


History: Angeline Vonn Airhart was not the usual girl her parents expected her to be. She was the mean and obnoxious girl in her home town. She was born and raised at Paris, France on December 4, 1995. Being an only child to her family of rich blood they had one main future for her, to keep her family name alive. But because of one misunderstanding, her anger grew and something bad had happened. Her neighbor's house was gone on fire. Her parents almost had disowned her until they received a letter. A letter stating that their child was a witch. This was unexpected but her parents allowed her to go to this school. The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

As she entered the school, she did not easily make friend because of her rude attitude. Though for some reasons, a group of friends, like her, accepted her. They were the meanest of the meanest. Everybody, and almost everybody, were afraid of these girls. They were terrible, shallow, self-centered. But Angeline has other plans. She plans on destroying everything that's come on her way to great power. This was not an intentional thing. It was her family's desire.

Personality: Angeline is the shallow, self centered and terrible girl. Though her looks lure people into thinking she is a nice person. Boys go crazy when they see her. She doesn't like half of the people in her school, including the professors. She thinks that studying is a waste of time.

She pities those who think that everything would be theirs. She laughs at people who love to study and makes the younger years feel miserable. She usually hangs out with the famous people in her house. She is determined to crush everything that comes in her way. She hates her family, too, for leaving her without a sibling.

Sample RP: Angeline was out on the school yards making fun of the people she sees passing by. Some even cried and ran away. She laughed them off. Then a guy came up to her. He looks familiar, she thought, maybe it's one of those new professors.

"Excuse me, Miss Airhart. But I seem to hear that you are making fun of the students around?" he said to her.

"Well, yes. And you missed the Vonn." she replied with a smirk.

"I don't really care what's your last name but I shall see you in detention."

She stood up and left him there. "You should. One day, it'll haunt you," she called back. She hated detentions. She usually got them over and went back to her usual habit. This time, she was sure she was not going to forget that man's face. She walked with an evil smile on her face back to the common room and relaxed.

SOURNOIS

[Sally вlaire Leighton]

First Name: Sally
Middle Name: Blaire
Last Name: Leighton 
Age: 17
Appearance: i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k514/TheRavie/8574d50a.jpg] URL since pic was waaay too big {swrry Jane :3 }
History: 

Sally Blaire Leighton, also known as just Blaire was born to a muggle man named Johnson and a beautiful mermaid, Carolina on the twelfth of June, 1993. Off the coast of France, they lived happily, their child knowing both land and water. At this time, Blaire was and will remain the only child. Not having any siblings made her feel lonely in such a palace such as her's so she tried to make many friends as possible.

At the age of 6, Blaire finally found out she was the heir of her mothers kingdom. Since she was only a small child, she absolutely thrilled by this idea. What more could a little girl ask for? A Kingdom, Royalty, Prince Charming, just like the books. But as she grew up and became wiser, it sounded like something she wouldn't be able to handle in any situation possible. It came with many pleasures but being in charge of a whole kingdom wasn't exactly her idea if life. Since then, she wanted ti go to school to be a normal witch. 

When she was 9 years old, Carolina and Johnson finally settled on sending Blaire to a muggle school, just to learn about how they functioned, and most importantly, to fit in. On the first day, a mischievous little boy teased her about her fear of water. Some of his friends and himself tried to get water on her to torment her. She knew that if water touched her, she was out of luck and her mermaid tail would be exposed. Out of fear, she used her uncontrolled  magic to knock them out. Later that day, Blaire was expelled on her first day of school.After that day, they decided to keep Blaire out of the muggles way.
Personality: 

Bossy- Blaire is used to getting what she wants, after all, she is royal. She likes it when it goes her way and has a hard time opening up to what people want. It's what she wants or nothing. Because of her intelligence and her opinionated nature, Blaire has the reputation for being a bossy know-it-all. However, her sometimes abrasive confidence masked her insecurities and great fear of failure.

Enthusiastic- Since Blaire spent most of her time underwater, except a few times with her father, she has been really enthusiastic about almost everything. It's as though everything makes her excited since it's new and different from things she is used to. her enthusiasm makes her seem happy about everything, even if she isn't happy at all.  

Mischievous- What's wrong with having a little fun? Blaire thinks getting in trouble shows her rebellious side, something she doesn't seem to have. Practical jokes and a sarcastic attitude might lead her off as a snob, but really, it's just to lighten up the mood. She has no problem doing whatever it takes to get something even if it means sluing around. Blaise doesn't do it to hurt anyone, only in a playful manner.

Flirt- Mermaids lure men into the water by their charm, so why can't she? If Blaire finds someone she likes, she will play with their head. It's just one of those traits that come with being a mermaid.  

Logical- Unlike most wizards who depended solely on their magical ability, Blaire readily relies on logic. Although this often helped her cleverly deduce information that many others missed, Blaire's emphasis on logic also made her skeptical about accepting anything without proof, as opposed to friends who would come to intuitive conclusions. Blaire often acts as the voice of reason among her more impulsive friends, to varying levels of success. 

Persuasive- If she doesn't get what she wants, she'll make you want it. Blaire will be able to change your opinion by finding loopholes to what the opposing person wants. She has the talent of getting what she wants, at all costs. Her persuasive persona comes from her opinionated nature. Since she is a mermaid, Blaire has a way of charming if everything else fails.

Creative: Blaire can do about anything with a pencil and paper. She also can play any song on a flute, an instrument she has been playing since she could pick it up. Miss Leighton's father was a painter on his free time and her mother also was quite good at literature. She is always looking for othe ways to do things, trig to make it fun.

Planner: Sally Blaire is a planner, likes to make sure everything is perfect. If it's the way she has it, it will be great, in her mind anyways. If things go according to her plan, it makes her upset. It also makes her crabby.

Sample RP:

Sally Blaire Leighton was absolutely the happiest girl on the planet at the moment. She was finally 17, and guess what the best part was? She was leaving her underwater home to go to one of the most beautiful academies ever! It was also a blessing it was meant for magical people as herself. Most schools she tried to attends were full of dull unmagical beings. Some didn't even believe in mermaids! What bedlam, how much she wanted to splash water on herself and boy, would they change there puny minds once and for all. 

She and her mother came up to the beach where her father was waiting for them. He was standing with sunglasses and shorts on, just staring out to the water. Blaire waves to him, trying ti catch his attention. Her motor laughed slightly pulling them both to shore. Quickly, Blaire gets out of the water, so fast she almost stepped on her fins for she didn't give them any time to change into legs. She spent some time in the water and some with the land. Blaire must say, she enjoyed land better. It was much more interesting then the same blue water. On land the weather changed, sometimes water fell out of the sky. Her favourite thing about land was she was treated like she was a regular person. Down in the deep, she was a princess, heir to the throne. While up here, she was nothing but a girl that had mad lap time in the pool.

"Sally!" her father called, holding his arms out for her to run into. Blaire grimaced at that name. She didn't like the name Sally. It was too  ban and old fashion for her liking.  Blaire was her favourite since it was quite different from Sally. Sally this, Sally that. How about, Blaire this, Blaire that. She though it had a ring to it.

Feeling her feet squish in the sand, her grimace was changed into a happy smile. Running into her fathers arms she reminded him it as Blaire. "It's Blaire Dad." she said with a laugh. Letting go of him she began to jump up and down. "Let's go already!" she said running up the beach trying to not fall.

"Blaire, you forgot this!" her mother called from the water. She turned her head, her mother was jingling a bag with money in it. Rolling her eyes she ran all the way back. Grasping the money bag, she felt the cold coins enwrapped in layers of velvet. Mosaic her mother, Blaire made her way back to the car. She could actually drive a car, got her license last time she was up at the surface. Though she would drive, it wasn't safe for she just transformed. "What are you waiting for? Come on!" Blaire pushed, opening the door of the red sports care. Though the tinted window she spotted her parents talking. Great, this would take forever.

He could never come down to see the kingdom under the water. He was a human but not a merman. It saddened him he would never be able to see all of her friends. Though, he wouldn't want to see them underwater, they went their luring beautiful human forms under the water. Each mermaid saw them as their beautiful selves but any other creature saw them different. She didn't know what they looked like exactly, never saw her reflection that way. Once they hit air they became human. Maybe that's why she like being human so much.

ROUERIE.

[Rhine McMahon]

Name:Elizabeth Bree Mecc (likes to be called Bree)
Age: 16
Appearance:
History:
Bree was born into a Mermaid-Veela family on December 16 in a home in Italy. She had a complete and large family. With two brothers and three sisters, her parents had a lot to support and take care of. The family was not rich or powerful. They grew up with enough to live on and not a lot of things in excess. The family always taught their kids good values. Bree and her family were taught to respect others, be kind, be respectful, use manners, and be helpful. The family was well aware of their standing in the world being borderline average and poor.
Bree was always closest with her oldest brother, Gabriel. They understood each other the most out of their other siblings. Of course they loved Anna, Kathleen, Cal, and Jessica. But they were still closest with each other. They told each other secrets, stayed up late sitting in bed talking, and discussed magic. They shared the same thoughts on life, magic, being a mermaid, the people around them, and just about everything else. They were like one person split in two.
When Bree was twelve years old, she was taken away form her large family when the were at an outing. The family had went on a frantic search for their middle child and within a day Bree's face appeared everywhere you looked. It took about three months to find Bree. And another two months to put her abductor in jail. For that year everything revolved around Bree and her safety and protection.
After the attack, Bree became closed off to her family and friends. She spent most of her time in her room. In that room she became an artist. Bree drew and painted all over her walls and ceiling. She drew on all of the surfaces on her room along with paper. She drew tattoos on her body with marker, pen, and sharpie. Despite what happened to her, she drew beautiful paintings and murals instead of cruel and dark ones. She never told anyone what her attackers did to her and after a while her family and the press stopped asking.
Bree was introduced to magic when she was a young girl. She was a mermaid on her mother's side and her father was half veela, passing the bloodline onto her. As a young girl, Bree would go swimming with her siblings and they all watched each other as they magically turned into mermaids. They sawm around and played with each other. She watched as two of her older brothers and one older brothers gain their wizardry powers and couldn't wait until she got her own. Bree received her powers at the age of thirteen but they didn't hold a special meaning to her anymore. She saw the rest of her younger siblings get their powers as well.

Personality:

Despite her attack, Bree still held a calm and gentle manner like her parents taught. She is very polite and quit. Bree is shy towards people because she is scared that something will happen to her again. She doesn't like to hurt people in any way but she won't lie, she just doesn't say things in a blunt, obvious way. She is very loyal to the people she likes and knows.
Deep inside, Bree still holds her old self. Rambunctious, fun-loving, loud personality is locked up inside of her. She gets very angry when she sees people being mistreated or bullied. It's like another being takes over her and allows her to stick up for the person in a loud, dominant, and in charge self that she normally can't retrieve.
Bree is extremely talented in the arts. She is an artist first and foremost. What she can do with a pencil or paint brush is extraordinary. She can also write on paper powerful, moving words. She loves and appreciates all music and has a beautiful voice when she is under waer. She is also talented in composing music herself.

Roleplay:

Bree sat at the table with her large family eating breakfast. It was the day after she got home from her capture's house and she was still shaking with fear due to the experience. Her family was very quit and the only sound that could be heard was the chewing of food and the scraping of silver wear.
“Elizabeth...” Her mother started.
“Mom, you know she doesn't want to be called that.” Bree's older brother said softly. Bree glanced over to him and smiled slightly. She had always been closest with Gabriel.
“I can call her what I want, Gabriel.” Her mother said in a tired, worried voice. “Bree, honey. Are you going to tell us what happened?”Her mother leaned over on the table. Bree could see the dark circles forming under her mother's tired eyes.
Bree gulped and thought about it for a moment. Did she want to tell them what happened? Did she want to relive it again by explaining it? She wanted it to be over. She wanted to never think about it again. Part of her knew the experience was unexplainable. She didn't even want to attempt. She also knew The past was the past. She didn't have to be ready to tell anyone yet. And she wasn't. Bree took a deep breath and said in a quit, scared, soft voice. “Not yet.”
Her mother slapped her hands on the table making the food jump along with the rest of her family. “Come on, Elizabeth. We want to help you. We can't do that without knowing what happened. And you are our daughter, we need to know. If you want to press better charges against your attacker we need to know what happened. So just tell us!” Her mother was on her last sane nerve now. She had been pressing her before bed last night, too.
“Mom, she isn't ready. Just let it go for now.” Gabriel said sliding his chair closer to Bree. Bree had told Gabe what had happened to her the night she got home and he swore not to tell anyone until she was ready. “Give her some time, will you?” He asked.
“Gabriel you let me talk to my daughter the way I want!” Her mom yelled at him.
“Give her time and she might talk to you.” Gabe said.
Bree stood up and ran outside to the lake in their backyard and she jumped in. She felt the water wrap it's protective arms around her and change her into the creature of the sea. This was one of the only places she felt safe. The water.

COSSU

[xxalovemxx3]

Sorry, that way posted by me!!^^^

[Blair Waldorf]

First Name-Blair

Surname-Waldorf

Age-14

Appearance- Curly brown hair, brown eyes, pale, flawless skin, medium height, slim.

History-Mother is a muggle called Eleanor, father a muggle named Harold. Went to Constance Billiard. Best friend Serena Van Der Woodsen. My role models are Audrey Hepburn, Adora Rouerie,Jocelin Cossu, Rownena Ravenclaw, her mother and Marilyn Monroe.Brought up in New York but moved to Monaco at 8. When Blair turned 10 her brother, Tyler, was attacked and killed by a werewolf. It was then that Blair’s family found out about the magical world. She was going to have her memory wiped, along with the rest of her familys until the French Ministry of Magic discovered she had magical potential. Blair feel’s guilty that even with her magic potential she could not help her brother. Her life-long ambition is to find the werewolf that killed her brother and hand him over to the Ministry.

Personality-Blair is mean and nice, ugly and pretty, young and old, stupid and smart, innocent and sl*tty, blond and brunette. She is nice to people with the same social standing as hers, or higher. She is mean to anyone who gets on the wrong side of her or anyone inferior to her. She is pretty but can show her ugly side by turning on people. She is still young but wise beyond her years. She can act stupid to get what she wants but is a smart, devious, over achiever who will anything to reach her means. She can be totally innocent by wearing long dresses and skirts, covering up. But if acting sl*tty will help her she will do it. She can act like a ditzy blond but most of the time has her head screwed on like the natural brunette she is.

Sample RP-Blair stood, looking at the palace in front of her. Just a few years ago she had believed in say, the tooth fairy, but not in real magic. Not in magic schools and wands. Sure, she’d wear fake wings and wave a wand, but she never dreamed she would actually be here. All that stuff was make believe-until that night. She started to choke up, but she refused to ruin this monumenatl day. This was a milestone in her life. After this, she would know how to kill the monster that had murdered her defenceless brother, who had done nothing wrong. If only she could have protected him. He might have been here with her know, waiting to walk throught them doors, into the world that lay behind. But it would never happen. Before Balir could think anything else, she heard someone behind her. ‘Bonjour! Je m’appelle Mademoiselle Maxime. You are?’ Blair looke up at this giant woman in front of her.
‘Um, bonjour. Je m’appelle Blair Waldorf.’
‘Merveilleuse! I mean, wonderful! I’ve heard so much about you! You are ze muggleborn?’
‘Yes, Mademoiselle.’
‘Excellent! Follow moi!’ Blair followed the tall women with the strong French accent into the building. The inside took her breath away. The entrace hall was enormous! Pictures lined the walls as girls walked around in pale blue silk dresses as boys walked around in robes of the same kind. This building meant a whole new life for her.

Be aware of your language. SOURNOIS

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Riana holds all of the physical qualities you would expect from someone of Korean decent. Round facial features, full lips. She is also short - around five foot three - and lacking curves. Her dark brown hair is her pride and joy, she takes great pleasure in maintaining it as well as styling it.

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[rose24]

First Name: Rose
Last Name: Fisher
Age: 26

Appearance: I'm a female. I'm average in height and weight. I'm strong and toned due to all the muggle rock climbing I do. I am Caucasian but have a olive tan. I'm cute and curvy. I have brown hair and brown eyes. My eyebrows are nicely shaped and I never leave them in a bush. My nose is a small button nose on an oval shaped face. My hair is long, wavy and shiny. I have long

shapely legs and I wear a size 5 shoe.

History: I was born in September. When my mom and dad got married, they moved to South Africa as dad was hired by the ministry there to go make some wands. He's a wizard and she's a muggle except he never told her that he was a wizard. A year after my parents were married, my sister was born. Her name is Emily and then 8 years later I came along. By that time though my sister had already begun to make things happen when she was angry or upset but my mom still knew anything about magic until Emily got her letter to a wizardry school. Our mom totally freaked out and divorced dad, who unfortunately had to put a memory charm on her. Dad, Emily and I moved back to France where Emily attended Beauxbatons. Emily knew nothing about magic nor the magical world when she started although she told me the very next summer that some of the fairy-tales dad told her as a kid started to make sense. I on the other hand was brought up in the magical world and dad has taught me about some stuff.

Personality: Mmmmmm, daddy and I get on great though I miss mommy a lot. Grandma says that I am just like my dad - always going on adventures and getting up to mischief. But I am also very smart. My favorite hobbies are reading and exploring. I love my family and wouldn't replace them for the world although I’ve also heard that your house becomes like your family so I’m sure I’ll make great friends here. Dad home-schooled me in the theory of all the subjects I would learn at wizardry school but we also had fun doing a variety of things such as the rock climbing, ballroom / Latin dancing, flying, watching quidditch games (I’m a huge fan). When dancing I feel sexy and alive but climbing is the most fun as you do it with muggle ropes – it’s an adrenalin rush and then when you reach the top it’s so exhilarating and peaceful at the same time. Dad says I’m a natural flyer and could maybe make the Quidditch team in my second or third year. While homeschooling me he also home-schooled a few others in the neighborhood too. I made great friends although I'm not very sociable but when I make friends it’s for life. I am very loyal to friends and forgive quickly but once I have lost my trust in you it takes a lot to earn it back again. I am very organized, detailed, cleaver and I take deadlines seriously.

Sample RP:
It was late on Friday evening and Rose sat on the window sofa looking out across the grounds of Beauxbatons with a book in hand. Rose had already completed all her homework, practiced her spells and read ahead of the next lessons that would take place. Rose was now reading about her favorite sport quidditch. As Rose sat she started thinking about her past adventures at home and decided it was about time that she went exploring again. She had found all sorts of creatures and herbs in the forest near her home and Rose wondered what she could get up to tomorrow morning.

It was now well past midnight and all her fellow students had gone to bed except for some of the 1st year boys who had gone to explore the Castle. Just then Drake came through the portrait and walked up to his dorm carrying an old sneakoscope as though it was a delicate egg that he didn't want broken. Drake didn't even notice her sitting by the window.

Rose waited a while to see if Drake would come back to the common room as she had noticed him in class and he seemed a nice boy to become friends with. This time her thoughts wondered to flying class again. It had taken all the effort she had not to take of at high speed to the other side of the castle. Rose loved flying and she couldn't wait to have her next flying lesson.

Rose's first broom had only hovered 2 meters above the ground and only did basic movements but by the time her father bought her a real broom she had mastered the basics and thus her agility and talent assisted her in helping her hometown's club win the cup that year.

When Drake didn't come down again Rose drifted off the bed and decided that in the morning she'd sneak into the broom shed and go for a little flight.

Early the next morning when Rose awoke to the fresh smell of dew and moss coming through the window next to her bed which stood ajar. She quickly and quietly dressed into her robes careful not to wake anyone. She had realized last night that she'd have to get up early in the morning as to not be caught in her little adventure. Her fellow 1st year girls would definitely want to join her but they'd never keep up with her and then Rose would feel compelled to go at their pace and she wasn't up for company.

As Rose was quietly shutting the door and turning toward the stairway that led down to the common room, she heard a big thud and then all was quiet. There couldn't be a stranger in their common room could there? What if one of the students had dropped the password instead of burning it? None of the other students were ever up this early. Rose drew her wand out with a swish just in case as she bravely descended the stairs.

All was quiet in the Common Room and there was no one in sight, not even in the shadows. Rose paused and carefully listened for any sound of a door closing from the boys dorms.

Remember that you'll have to write in 3rd person here instead of 1st person. ROUERIE

[dee]

First Name: Mindy
Last Name: Vonture
Age:16
Appearance: Light brown wavy hair that reaches pasts her shoulder bones. Her Light green eyes shimmer in the light, Slim, fit perfect tight body, long slender legs, her smile could light up a room, teeth as white as a white can be. She wears the top clothes money can buy. Her voice was like listening to an angel.
History: She grew up with her mother most of her life, Lucinda Vonture loved her daughter. Merlin Vonture, Mindy's father was sent to Askaban after the killings of his twins son, Stanley and Smith Vonture, after they did terrible things to stop their father from seeing the Dark Lord when Mindy was 3. She never really got to see her father, he got 20 years but she still cannot forgive him for what he had done. The Vontures were a rich family, one of the richest in France,
Personality: She has the heart of gold if you are her friend if you cross her back she will be your worst nightmare, everyone wonts to be her friend,
Sample RP: She woke up with scruffy hair, sleep in her eyes, still tired from the huge party the night before, every 5 years the annual Royal Wizard Club has a huge get together and this year it was the Vontures turn to host it. It was a big success but she still sat in the pink queen bed thinking of what else she could have done to make it more better. Her mother came in all dressed up in her favorite sliver shinny robe, "get dressed my dear" she says to her daughter. Today was the day they had to go shopping for her books, she was about to go to Beauxbatons.

First, you'll need to change your username to your character's name. Also you'll need to write a longer personality and two or three paragraphs for your Sample RP before getting sorted.

[leightonsomerst]

[/color][/b] Aluka Janey Reese.
AGE: Seventeen forever. Should be twenty two or so.
NICKNAMES: Lukey, Lulu.
GROUP: Vampire.
SPECIALITIES: Nothing, really.
GRADE: She'd be a first year.
OCCUPATION: Pokemon master.
SEXUALITY: Homosexual.
WEALTH: She comes from a rich family from Germany.
ETHNICITY: French, German.
HOMETOWN: She isn't sure; she lived in france most of her life.

HAIR: Changes weekly; medium/long, wavy.
EYES: Blue/green.
BUILD: Scrawny, small.
HEIGHT: 5'4".
WEIGHT: 136LBS.
FASHION SENSE: Ripped jeans, tee shirt.
PLAYED BY: Becky Lou.[/ul][/size]

[/color][/b] pokemon, cute girls, being with friends, singing, good music, soul music, ramen noodles, cooking, baking, cookies, decorating, cupcakes, drinking, model horses, kittens, anchors, tattoos.
DISLIKES: jerks, stupid girls, plain and boring people.
FEARS: being average, loosing herself and her sister, heights, fire.
STRENGTHS: cooking & baking, singing, witty comebacks.
WEAKNESSES: cupcakes, tickling, cute smiles.
ODDITIES: chews her nails, girly giggle, tattoos.
GOALS: go somewhere in life.
SPECIFIC MORALS: eh. none.

SIGNIFIGANT TRAITS:

PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
Don't piss her off: Aluka's a ticking time bomb, who refuses to deal with immature people. She isn't afraid to get in trouble for wrecking someone. I suppose you could call her brutal, but she's far from it.. she's just seem way too many good people fall because of lies and rumors. One thing about her, is she doesn't have many physical fears. Before being bitten, she was the girl you didn't look at wrong. She was mean. She was terrible. The witch of Grand High. But thats what got her friends. Lukey's fearlessness to fight got her to where she wanted to be; liked by many. She stood up for the underdogs and showed them they had no reason to be afraid of others, because when someone bullied another, it was because they, themselves, were weak. At least thats how she sees it.

Friend forever: Befriending Lukey would mean she trusts you, she can rely on you, and she knows you're not going to betray her. Befriending Lukey would also be like getting a dog; she'd never leave you, and you'd have to do something terrible for her to even think about walking away from you. Loyal, she'd never think about hurting you in anyway.. she takes friendships seriously and treats them as if they're fragile. She'll put her all into you if she needs to.. a good person to go to if you need to talk. Aluka has anxiety, however, when she has someone whom she considers a 'best friend'; because she fears them leaving her. Another thing about Lukey, is she's protective. She will never leave you to fight your own battles, and maybe that's her being clingy but thanks to her past experience, she's learned to stick up for people and never let someone down.

Don't walk away and expect her back: Once you turn your back on her, expect nothing. She will not think twice about it once you leave, because she doesn't dwell on most relationships. You're dead to her if you betray her. And although she might get fed up once you walk away, she isn't the type to go around the crap talk you. Generally, even after you leave her, she remains loyal in the sense any secrets/things you told her; she still keeps. She doesn't believe that her turning her back on you is right. (Two wrongs? don't make a right). Apologies also don't work on her, so don't think you can just play her like a rag doll - - because she knows the games and will beat you at it. Thats a warning to all.

Family/friends: Aluka has a child; she's five years old. (Born before Aluka was bitten). She also has a sister that she's been looking after since their parents decided to walk away. Lukey is very family oriented and if you even thought about bad mouthing her family, expect bad things to happen. Of course she wouldn't physically do something about it but she will confront you and call you out. The same goes for her close friends. She's not scared to hear what you've got to say, she actually finds it amusing and tends to feed off of it.
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[/color][/b] Kingsley Reese. | Father - age unknown | Job unknown.
Mayleena Silbor. | Mother - 43 | Job unknown.
Claya Silbor. | Grandmother/Guardian - 70 | No job.
SIBLINGS: Danica Amia Silbor. | Sister - 15 | No job.
Christian Joseph Silbor. | Brother - 18 | She doesnt know.
BOND: Parents - Left.
Grandmother - Constantly fighting.
Brother - Doesnt know him.
Sister - Aluka acts like a mother.
PETS: Dunlap.
Chris Kringle.
Rugsford.
Pringle.
ANYTHING ELSE:

HISTORY OVERVIEW: Born and raised in France, Aluka knew from the start (thanks to her 'loving' parents) that she was a mistake. Being the middle child and having a brother who, from her life 5-9, ended up always being and doing better than her. She never felt at home, even with an abundance of money and anything she'd ever want. But on her ninth birthday, her parents took her brother Christian away.

Junior high years were her worst. From 4th-8th grade, Aluka had nothing but trouble. Constant kids making fun of her for her style and her ways. She had a problem with going off into corners to dance in her first couple years of being in school. Many found her weird and rejected her advances to be friends.
She found her courage during her seventh grade year, however, starting to fight back. She was cunning and always seemed to trump whomever was 'coming at her'. People starting gaining respect for her, especially the people she started to stand up for.

9-10th grade, they were the easiest for Aluka. Nobody messed with her, actually, to think, they left her alone. With many people to connect with, she ended up meeting two people that interested her; Kayden Michaels and Brailee Michaels. Two brothers who were always misunderstood from the beginning, and saved by Aluka. Her relationship with the two became extremely close extremely fast. They did everything together, and she always spent her time with them. That's when the real drama started.. her eleventh and twelfth grade year ended in tragedy.

Her eleventh grade year ended in her getting pregnant with Kayden; who when he found out couldn't care less about her and the child she'd have. So she turned to Brailee for help, who took her in to live with him when her parents kicked her out (with her sister Danica).
After having her child, Kiley Chasitee, she moved out of Brailee's and got a flat with her sister. A few months after, she was bitten by a man on the subway.. Aluka ended up dropping out halfway through her senior year of highschool.

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Aluka Janey stood in living room of her home. Her honey eyes scanned the place, and a sigh escaped her lips; the place was messy, a hardwood floor that had more scratches in it than anything else. Crooked picture frames on the wall.. it was sad, really. With the money her family had, and how unkept the house was.. maybe she'd spend a day cleaning it on her week off. Maybe.. her phone went off, and she glanced at it. Aw, Deana! Jeeze, don't text me and rant about how good the party was! she thought, opening the text then exing out. She didn't feel like listening to it at the moment. Another party she had missed out on, due to the nature of her insecurities. She didn't know what went on at those things. Bad things could happen..

Another sigh, and the red head glanced out the window, at her sister, Danica, who pranced around with a friend of hers. Her parents were seated far from one-another, reading a book and a newspaper. A cliche scene. she thought, leaning backwards. But it was; like an old movie. The sun was setting, and she admired the pink and orange colors of the sky. But even with the peaceful look of the sky, she still felt a bit needy.

Dinner went by fast, and afterwards, she sat on the floor of her room with the lights off. The only thing shining was a pink glow stick, lighting up the silver blade of her switch. She wasn't cutting, but she kept it on her at all times.. admired it, even. The sleek blade and the bright yellow handle. It was now dark outside, and she knew her parents were off to bed now. But her want to watch the stars would be shut down if she was to stand outside her own house. A thought came to mind. The beach.. without a another thought, she stood, tucked her switch into her pocket, grabbed her lighter (another thing she felt safe with) and started for her window. She had not one thought of regret as she opened it and hopped outside, climbing down the pole that held up the deck. It actually happened pretty fast, and Lukey didn't have a care in the world, as she turned her body to scan for her bike. Darnit.. I forgot my phone.. she let out a gentle sigh, before carrying on to find her bike.

It had not taken her long to find her bike, actually. And soon enough, she had been on her way to the beach.

Well now she stood, looking out against the water, and keeping a small smile on her face. "This is beautiful.." she murmured, closing her eyes and letting herself fall back into the sand. Her body went loose, and she could feel the wind brush red hair into her face. "Too bad I've got no one to share it with," she mumbled irritably, after a second. She leaned up and took her knees, pulling them into her chest, and then she looked at her scar-ridden arm. A few of them she had picked the scabs off of by mistake, and were just starting to heal.. not to mention the large, circular burn that her father had mistakenly given her when he was yelling one day. It had been two months now, and it seemed to get worse and worse.

Yet again, a sigh escaped her lips, and she pulled out her lighter; playing with it a moment. She admired the flame, and how bright it was against her honey eyes. The silence had been shot when she thought she heard footsteps from afar.. but she calmed down, yet again, and began to play with it. She found things like a flame to be beautiful, yet large ones scared the daylights out of her. She was scared to go to bonfires because of a past experience.. It sounded odd, some of the cruel stories she had to tell about her injuries. The sad part was, non of them were due to purpose. Some self inflicted, some done by the stupidity of parents, some by her own clumsiness. "Clumsy.. PAH." she shook her head. Thirteen years old, and able to stay this deep into thought. That was one of her biggest downfalls - she was so mature about life.. (the little things) that her thoughts constantly kept her going. She was an insomniac, to say the least.

She had stood up and started walking, when a small meow caught her ears. The tiny girl stood still, after coming to a halt, and looked around. A five and a half meows later, Aluka Janey found herself standing over a small kitten, with chocolate eyes that she could see perfectly in the moonlight. "Hi there, little fella.. you're here alone, too?" she mumbled, sitting down beside the pile of wood that she had originally found him at. The kitten snuggled tight against her, purring contently. She couldn't feel his ribs, nor any major bones; so she assumed he had been cared for. Her delicate fingers laced in between his paws, playing around with him for a while, before leaning back into a few things of wood. "It's interesting.. don't you think?" she glanced at him. "The night is so peaceful.. then theirs day - - where all the hustle and bustle starts.." you could easily see how naive she was, but that wasn't the matter.

A noise behind her sounded, and the girl shrunk back a bit, cuddling the kitten closer. Before whispering two simple words; "Whose there?"

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Your character has already been sorted and will not be re-sorted into a new house. Also if you changed your character's name, make sure to post that here.
This is actually a completely new character on an old account.. 'tis why she's changed.

Even if you completely revamped your old character into a new character with a new history and appearance, she will not be resorted into a new house. She will take on the same house as your previous character. If you are not satisfied with that, create a new account and repost this application.

[mandimarie]

First Name: Teagan
Last Name: Grey
Age: 13
Appearance: Short, and feminine. Long brown hair, big green eyes. A heart shaped face. Has small hands. Ivory skin tone. Nice legs. A few freckles, but not a lot. A small beauty mark above her upper lip on the right side. A miniscule scar on her chin.
History: Was raised by both parents. Has two younger siblings. A brother and a sister. Mostly poor all thier lives. Mom got pregnant at seventeen, and thus never went to college. Dad is a drunk.
Personality: Sweet and a little shy. Intelligent, always has her nose in a book. Brave and friendly, she'd do anything for her friends. History interests her. Her hobbies include reading and writing.
Sample RP:

Please change your username to your character's name. Also you'll need to expand your history, personality, and two or three paragraphs for your Sample RP before getting sorted.

[serenity]

first name

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barbie

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estelle

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roberts

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moon fae

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Madelyn Roberts - Mother - 44 - Fae
Gregory Roberts - Father - 46 - Pure-blood
Shaelyn Roberts - Sister - 19 - Half/Fae
Travis Roberts - Brother - 16 - Half/Fae
Sierra Roberts - Sister - 16 - Half/Fae
Kara Roberts - Sister - 13 - Half/Fae
Kitty Roberts - Sister - 9 - Half/Fae

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Walking down the unfamiliar halls rooms wasn't Barbie's cup of tea, it was more like a nightmare. Attempting to find a room here was somewhat harder then it really looked. She was about to give up until she noticed an empty room at the end of the hall way. Fast walking toward it the closer she got the more she realized why it was empty. The room was filled with cob weds and covered in dust from head to toe. Clearly it's old owners didn't take too kindly to this room since they left it so, messy. Barbie knew she could easily have it cleaned up and decent looking in no time, all she needed was a bit of magic and elbow grease and it would be no problem. Serenity didn't hate cleaning, but it wasn't something she enjoyed since it gave her time to think about everything.

And that was definitely something she hated to do, think. when she thought she realized things, and when she realized things the world became a more darker and evil place to her. Taking out her ebony wand she tapped the bed causing all the dust to fly into the air and out the window. well that was easy, thought Barbie as she placed her two suit cases onto the bed and smiled. She just might need a bit more help with this all, but if she really put her mind to it she could finish it all alone within a half hour to an hour. Which would give her just enough time to see if she could find her old classmates and hopefully catch up with them at last. Wish a small sigh she turned around and took a large look at the cob web infested room.

At least she could tell the walls were somewhat painted a deep crimson red, which would help her plan out the rest of the room's look. Concentrating as hard as possible she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as wind whirled around her as though a storm was about to begin. Dropping her wand on the floor she made a motion as though she was pushing something with all her might. The dirt and dust lifted form ever surface and was levitating in the air. Moving her hand a few degrees she motioned for it to move to the left and out the window it all went. Barbie wiped sweat from her forehead and pushed up her sleeves a bit. now it's your turn, she thought as she looked at the cob webs on the ceiling, which seemed to be mocking in in a way, swaying in the breeze the open window let inside.

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Please fill out the history of your character before I can sort you.

[marceline james ♥]

[/color][/b] Aluka Janey Reese.
AGE: Seventeen forever. Should be twenty two or so.
NICKNAMES: Lukey, Lulu.
GROUP: Vampire.
SPECIALITIES: Nothing, really.
GRADE: She'd be a first year.
OCCUPATION: Pokemon master.
SEXUALITY: Homosexual.
WEALTH: She comes from a rich family from Germany.
ETHNICITY: French, German.
HOMETOWN: She isn't sure; she lived in france most of her life.

HAIR: Changes weekly; medium/long, wavy.
EYES: Blue/green.
BUILD: Scrawny, small.
HEIGHT: 5'4".
WEIGHT: 136LBS.
FASHION SENSE: Ripped jeans, tee shirt.
PLAYED BY: Becky Lou.[/ul][/size]

[/color][/b] pokemon, cute girls, being with friends, singing, good music, soul music, ramen noodles, cooking, baking, cookies, decorating, cupcakes, drinking, model horses, kittens, anchors, tattoos.
DISLIKES: jerks, stupid girls, plain and boring people.
FEARS: being average, loosing herself and her sister, heights, fire.
STRENGTHS: cooking & baking, singing, witty comebacks.
WEAKNESSES: cupcakes, tickling, cute smiles.
ODDITIES: chews her nails, girly giggle, tattoos.
GOALS: go somewhere in life.
SPECIFIC MORALS: eh. none.

SIGNIFIGANT TRAITS:

PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
Don't piss her off: Aluka's a ticking time bomb, who refuses to deal with immature people. She isn't afraid to get in trouble for wrecking someone. I suppose you could call her brutal, but she's far from it.. she's just seem way too many good people fall because of lies and rumors. One thing about her, is she doesn't have many physical fears. Before being bitten, she was the girl you didn't look at wrong. She was mean. She was terrible. The witch of Grand High. But thats what got her friends. Lukey's fearlessness to fight got her to where she wanted to be; liked by many. She stood up for the underdogs and showed them they had no reason to be afraid of others, because when someone bullied another, it was because they, themselves, were weak. At least thats how she sees it.

Friend forever: Befriending Lukey would mean she trusts you, she can rely on you, and she knows you're not going to betray her. Befriending Lukey would also be like getting a dog; she'd never leave you, and you'd have to do something terrible for her to even think about walking away from you. Loyal, she'd never think about hurting you in anyway.. she takes friendships seriously and treats them as if they're fragile. She'll put her all into you if she needs to.. a good person to go to if you need to talk. Aluka has anxiety, however, when she has someone whom she considers a 'best friend'; because she fears them leaving her. Another thing about Lukey, is she's protective. She will never leave you to fight your own battles, and maybe that's her being clingy but thanks to her past experience, she's learned to stick up for people and never let someone down.

Don't walk away and expect her back: Once you turn your back on her, expect nothing. She will not think twice about it once you leave, because she doesn't dwell on most relationships. You're dead to her if you betray her. And although she might get fed up once you walk away, she isn't the type to go around the crap talk you. Generally, even after you leave her, she remains loyal in the sense any secrets/things you told her; she still keeps. She doesn't believe that her turning her back on you is right. (Two wrongs? don't make a right). Apologies also don't work on her, so don't think you can just play her like a rag doll - - because she knows the games and will beat you at it. Thats a warning to all.

Family/friends: Aluka has a child; she's five years old. (Born before Aluka was bitten). She also has a sister that she's been looking after since their parents decided to walk away. Lukey is very family oriented and if you even thought about bad mouthing her family, expect bad things to happen. Of course she wouldn't physically do something about it but she will confront you and call you out. The same goes for her close friends. She's not scared to hear what you've got to say, she actually finds it amusing and tends to feed off of it.
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[/color][/b] Kingsley Reese. | Father - age unknown | Job unknown.
Mayleena Silbor. | Mother - 43 | Job unknown.
Claya Silbor. | Grandmother/Guardian - 70 | No job.
SIBLINGS: Danica Amia Silbor. | Sister - 15 | No job.
Christian Joseph Silbor. | Brother - 18 | She doesnt know.
BOND: Parents - Left.
Grandmother - Constantly fighting.
Brother - Doesnt know him.
Sister - Aluka acts like a mother.
PETS: Dunlap.
Chris Kringle.
Rugsford.
Pringle.
ANYTHING ELSE:

HISTORY OVERVIEW: Born and raised in France, Aluka knew from the start (thanks to her 'loving' parents) that she was a mistake. Being the middle child and having a brother who, from her life 5-9, ended up always being and doing better than her. She never felt at home, even with an abundance of money and anything she'd ever want. But on her ninth birthday, her parents took her brother Christian away.

Junior high years were her worst. From 4th-8th grade, Aluka had nothing but trouble. Constant kids making fun of her for her style and her ways. She had a problem with going off into corners to dance in her first couple years of being in school. Many found her weird and rejected her advances to be friends.
She found her courage during her seventh grade year, however, starting to fight back. She was cunning and always seemed to trump whomever was 'coming at her'. People starting gaining respect for her, especially the people she started to stand up for.

9-10th grade, they were the easiest for Aluka. Nobody messed with her, actually, to think, they left her alone. With many people to connect with, she ended up meeting two people that interested her; Kayden Michaels and Brailee Michaels. Two brothers who were always misunderstood from the beginning, and saved by Aluka. Her relationship with the two became extremely close extremely fast. They did everything together, and she always spent her time with them. That's when the real drama started.. her eleventh and twelfth grade year ended in tragedy.

Her eleventh grade year ended in her getting pregnant with Kayden; who when he found out couldn't care less about her and the child she'd have. So she turned to Brailee for help, who took her in to live with him when her parents kicked her out (with her sister Danica).
After having her child, Kiley Chasitee, she moved out of Brailee's and got a flat with her sister. A few months after, she was bitten by a man on the subway.. Aluka ended up dropping out halfway through her senior year of highschool.

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Aluka Janey stood in living room of her home. Her honey eyes scanned the place, and a sigh escaped her lips; the place was messy, a hardwood floor that had more scratches in it than anything else. Crooked picture frames on the wall.. it was sad, really. With the money her family had, and how unkept the house was.. maybe she'd spend a day cleaning it on her week off. Maybe.. her phone went off, and she glanced at it. Aw, Deana! Jeeze, don't text me and rant about how good the party was! she thought, opening the text then exing out. She didn't feel like listening to it at the moment. Another party she had missed out on, due to the nature of her insecurities. She didn't know what went on at those things. Bad things could happen..

Another sigh, and the red head glanced out the window, at her sister, Danica, who pranced around with a friend of hers. Her parents were seated far from one-another, reading a book and a newspaper. A cliche scene. she thought, leaning backwards. But it was; like an old movie. The sun was setting, and she admired the pink and orange colors of the sky. But even with the peaceful look of the sky, she still felt a bit needy.

Dinner went by fast, and afterwards, she sat on the floor of her room with the lights off. The only thing shining was a pink glow stick, lighting up the silver blade of her switch. She wasn't cutting, but she kept it on her at all times.. admired it, even. The sleek blade and the bright yellow handle. It was now dark outside, and she knew her parents were off to bed now. But her want to watch the stars would be shut down if she was to stand outside her own house. A thought came to mind. The beach.. without a another thought, she stood, tucked her switch into her pocket, grabbed her lighter (another thing she felt safe with) and started for her window. She had not one thought of regret as she opened it and hopped outside, climbing down the pole that held up the deck. It actually happened pretty fast, and Lukey didn't have a care in the world, as she turned her body to scan for her bike. Darnit.. I forgot my phone.. she let out a gentle sigh, before carrying on to find her bike.

It had not taken her long to find her bike, actually. And soon enough, she had been on her way to the beach.

Well now she stood, looking out against the water, and keeping a small smile on her face. "This is beautiful.." she murmured, closing her eyes and letting herself fall back into the sand. Her body went loose, and she could feel the wind brush red hair into her face. "Too bad I've got no one to share it with," she mumbled irritably, after a second. She leaned up and took her knees, pulling them into her chest, and then she looked at her scar-ridden arm. A few of them she had picked the scabs off of by mistake, and were just starting to heal.. not to mention the large, circular burn that her father had mistakenly given her when he was yelling one day. It had been two months now, and it seemed to get worse and worse.

Yet again, a sigh escaped her lips, and she pulled out her lighter; playing with it a moment. She admired the flame, and how bright it was against her honey eyes. The silence had been shot when she thought she heard footsteps from afar.. but she calmed down, yet again, and began to play with it. She found things like a flame to be beautiful, yet large ones scared the daylights out of her. She was scared to go to bonfires because of a past experience.. It sounded odd, some of the cruel stories she had to tell about her injuries. The sad part was, non of them were due to purpose. Some self inflicted, some done by the stupidity of parents, some by her own clumsiness. "Clumsy.. PAH." she shook her head. Thirteen years old, and able to stay this deep into thought. That was one of her biggest downfalls - she was so mature about life.. (the little things) that her thoughts constantly kept her going. She was an insomniac, to say the least.

She had stood up and started walking, when a small meow caught her ears. The tiny girl stood still, after coming to a halt, and looked around. A five and a half meows later, Aluka Janey found herself standing over a small kitten, with chocolate eyes that she could see perfectly in the moonlight. "Hi there, little fella.. you're here alone, too?" she mumbled, sitting down beside the pile of wood that she had originally found him at. The kitten snuggled tight against her, purring contently. She couldn't feel his ribs, nor any major bones; so she assumed he had been cared for. Her delicate fingers laced in between his paws, playing around with him for a while, before leaning back into a few things of wood. "It's interesting.. don't you think?" she glanced at him. "The night is so peaceful.. then theirs day - - where all the hustle and bustle starts.." you could easily see how naive she was, but that wasn't the matter.

A noise behind her sounded, and the girl shrunk back a bit, cuddling the kitten closer. Before whispering two simple words; "Whose there?"

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[dawnrosabelle]

First Name: Dawn
Middle: Rosabelle
Last Name: Lambert
Age: 15
Appearance:light brown hair/shoulder length/straight but slightly wavy towards the ends, blue/gray eyes with a tint of green, heart shaped face, fair skin, height/5' 11'', thin and hourglass shaped body

History:Even though she had mixed blood, she pretty much lived in a muggle world. All of Dawn's family had attended Beauxbatons Academy[on her mother's side that is], except her mother[pureblood] who attended Hogwarts as a Gryffindor, and her father[muggle born] was also a Gryffindor. Dawn has a squib older brother who works on muggle motorcycles. And two other brothers, one is a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts and the other one is still too young to go to either school. Dawn got a letter from Hogwarts, but decided she didn't want to go to school with her little brothers when they got older, so she decided to go to Beauxbatons Academy instead; the first in her family since her grandmother, and the only one her Grandparents like. Her parents didn't care were she went, they were just glad she wasn't a squib. She has a pet owl named Roxi who is small/medium sized and has a silver body with black wings; Roxi is very loyal and friendly. Dawn lives in the U.S., and has ancestry from France and Germany.

Personality: Dawn is very loyal and trustworthy towards her friends, but she doesn't have many since she keeps to herself and her books. She likes to read, draw, and be creative. She wants to go to Ollivanders as an apprentice and study wandcrafting/wandlore after graduating from Beauxbatons.

Sample RP: Dawn was waking up one morning feeling well rested, not knowing that her parents had let her sleep in because they had found a "exciting" letter in the mail and knew she would need the sleep for the day she had ahead of her. She got out of bed and washed up and went downstairs to have breakfast. When she reached the kitchen her mother handed her a letter and told her to open it. The letter was a sky blue with gold lettering, It said it was from Beauxbatons Academy. She knew from her Grandmother that it was a school in France and they wore blue uniforms. She recently got a letter from Hogwarts the other day, but now she had to choose. She knew her younger brothers would be going to Hogwarts, so she decided to go to Beauxbatons. She told her parents her decision and went upstairs to start packing. She got all her good clothes packed and some other personal items and accessories. She went downstairs and waited for her parents to finish calling relatives telling them the "good news". She went outside to wait on the porch steps, but then she her a loud crack. Dawn looked around and found her grandmother walking towards her after apparating from behind the big oak tree in the front yard. Her grandmother told her to get her things and to tell her parents she was leaving. Dawn asked her why, she said it was because she was taking her to Beauxbatons Academy herself, after they bought the school supplies at Diagon Alley. So Dawn went inside and told her parents she was leaving with her grandmother and got her things to leave. She met with her grandmother outside and apparated away with her to Diagon Alley.

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[Caroline Esther Munro]

First Name:Caroline
Middle Name: Esther
Last Name: Munro
Age: 14
Appearance: Brown, wavy, shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes, 5'4" in height
History:
Father: Newton
Mother: Fern
Sister: Danielle
Grandfather: Christian
Grandmother: Christine

Caroline was born October 20, 1998 in the Southern part of Russia in Karmanova, into a muggle family. Her family moved there from Germany in the late 1700's to farm the land. Caroline had one older sister, Danielle. Caroline's father died when she was only 12. She lived in a typical family farm house with her mother Fern, Danielle, and maternal grandparents. Life on the farm was not exactly a picnic for Caroline and her family. They operated a dairy farm. Every morning at 5:30 and every evening at 5:30 Caroline would be out in the barn with grandpa preparing the 100 cows for the routine milking. After the milking it was Caroline and her sister's responsibility to cleanup after the cows.

Personality: Caroline attended a small town school since her first grade year. It was nothing fancy, just your typical school. Caroline loved school. She especially liked reading and history. School was always difficult for her but she worked extra hard to do her best. Outside of her choring and school work, Caroline loved to crochet and knit. She enjoyed learning from her grandmother who excelled at crocheting doilies. Caroline took after her grandmother in the "it must be perfect" philosophy when it came to her yarn work. She loved crafting items for her family, such as, scarfs, mittens, shawls and the like. Caroline was a shy girl but friendly towards others. She like to give everybody the benefit of the doubt and always tried to find the good in people hoping that they in turn would treat her the same.


Sample RP: Caroline looked out of her family's farmhouse kitchen window wondering what life would be like in an area with more of a population instead of looking out at pasture fields with nothing but cows and the big garden that her family also tended to. She loved her family but at times it grew weary of the daily grind of cows, cows, and more cows.
Caroline looking at her grandma, "Grandma, do you ever just get tired of your life revolving around cows?" Grandma looked at Caroline...."Dear, this is the only life I have ever known. But I love it so. So no, it is the life I am content with. What makes you so discontent?" "Oh...this is okay. I would just like to have more to think about then cows. I hear the other kids chatting with each other and bragging about their fancy gadgets. And here were are, the bishop of church insists all of those things are just evil. There just has to be something else out there. I just feel it."

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