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[pasha]

First Name: Pasha
Last Name: Kalivas
Age: 18

Heritage: Greek
Hometown: Volos, Greece
Mother: Korene Nicolo Kalivas - 55
Father: Evander Kalivas - 54
Sisters: Danae Kalivas - 24
Brothers: Aric Kalivas - 32 - married to Ulana Gianakos Kalivas - 32 ;; two children - Zoie and Timon Kalivas
Basil Kalivas - 28 - married to Paola Rizzo Kalivas - 24 ;; one child - Silvio Kalivas
Ellis Kalivas - 20
Others: related to the Barberis and Leventis family

Overall History: Born on September 29th in the year 1994, Pasha was born the youngest of the family and the last Kalivas of Korene and Evander. His family was mostly men except for his sister who was six years older than him. His family is quite spread apart in age, so there was always room for disputes on views and room for feelings of protection for the younger. Pasha always liked his brother Ellis who was two years old because he was only two years older than Pasha. They always got along when growing up whereas Danae, his sister never liked the sympathy from any of her brothers since she had a strong personality and was very independent. His family grew up on the mainland of Greece near a body of water where his mother's brother worked as a sailor.

When Pasha was born, his eldest brother was already attending school at Durmstrang in Bulgaria. His mother didn't approve of such a school with a bad reputation for spitting out Dark Art wizards, but the school was closest to Greece and they had to live with it. His brother knew not to get involved in such magic and made sure to warn Pasha's second oldest brother, Basil, about not getting involved as well when he would enter a year later. So Pasha grew up with stories about Durmstrang since he was born and Pasha knew he would attend that school one day and looked forward to it everyday since he was nine. At nine, Pasha began to grow more cynical.

He was growing impatient and one day out on the docks, Pasha was fishing by himself like many boys did when bored. He had a total of two fish within the hour and Pasha was on his third when the fishing rod flew out of his hands because the fish was so strong. His eyes had grown wide in fear since that fishing rod was his father's favorite. Knowing he was he deep trouble, Pasha just stared out at the sea, hoping that the fish would just swim back and give it back and then swim away. Better yet, he'd like to give that fish a piece of his mind. And then suddenly his father's fishing rod splashed out of the water onto the dock, along with the fish still attached to the hook Pasha caught it on. Staring down at in disbelief, Pasha had performed his first feat of magic, but he didn't quite understand it then. He was the youngest to figure out they were magic in his family, but no one knew until he was ten and cooked a fish without any fire.

When it was finally time for Pasha to go to Durmstrang after being accepted in the summer before, he was too excited to see what would wait for him there. His siblings had been in different houses, so either one that Pasha would be sorted into he would have to be compared to one of his siblings. What his siblings didn't know ( besides Ellis since Ellis knew everything about Pasha ) was that Pasha wasn't the innocent boy they all thought him to be. He had always been able to put on a mask of innocence when he really caused most of the trouble in town. Arriving in the cold school, Pasha didn't like what he was seeing or feeling. It looked dark or he was sure if it was cold in September, that it would reach new levels of cold for Pasha. He was used to the warm rays of Greece near the sea side.

He had seen his sister sitting in the house considered to be "dark", creative and intelligent. Pasha couldn't help but think that Danae was placed into the perfect house since she always knew how to be creative when getting out of situations she didn't like or how to get her way. Plus she had an intelligent brain that surpassed her older brothers by a long mile. He looked to the table considered to produce more "good" wizards where his eldest brother Aric had been just seven years ago, but because of the age difference, he had graduated and didn't get to see Pasha everyday of the school year. Pasha didn't really mind since Aric and Pasha never had the greatest bond with each other, nor did he with Basil ( who graduated three years ago ) since they were so much older than him. Looking over to the more neutral table of wise and secret holding wizards was his brother Ellis that also had Basil at one point before he graduated.

Pasha ended up being sorted into the house with his very independent sister, Danae who was in her seventh and last year at Durmstrang. Not sure how to feel about this, Pasha would end up fitting right in. Pasha didn't like to admit it, but he was more like his sister than he thought. He became to be known as the heartbreaker and a backstabbing suck up. Pasha was just looking out for himself. Then he found a girl that he actually liked and ended up dating her his entire sixth year. When it was rumored that she no longer wanted him anymore during the summer, Pasha begged his mother to transfer him to some other school so he wouldn't have to face the humiliation of being dumped by a girl. He was usually the one to break things off and he didn't want to have to start now. His mother couldn't help but say yes since she always babied Pasha because he was the youngest.

Pasha never knew what happend until he was already living in an apartment with his cousin, Atlas Barberis. Pasha's parents were going to send him to Hogwarts to give him a reality check, but France contained some of their family, so Beauxbatons was the choice for them, despite what Pasha said. His father just told him that it was either staying at Durmstrang or be at the mercy of whatever school will take you in. Pasha had gotten a letter from his girlfriend and asked him why he transferred and he simply blamed it on his parents that Pasha needed a better influence. It was something his parents were surely to say to Danae, but it was still slightly true. His girlfriend ended up sending back a letter saying that they should try to keep a long distance relationship and meet up sometime. Confused at the turn of the dead rumor, Pasha rolled his eyes at the realization that his friends probably had planted this rumor to get rid of him, knowing that he'd run for this hills.

Traits: average intelligence, disloyal, backstabber, calculating, quick, hypocrite, friendly to a handful, uncertain, fake, ignorant to real world, unrealistic, cynical, short-tempered, unaware of powerful magical ability.

Overall Personality: When Pasha entered adolescence, he began to grow into what he is now. His school influenced him greatly into thinking one had to be independent to get anywhere in life. So Pasha never had a true best friend besides his faithful brother Ellis. Every year, Pasha had a different group of friends since the last group pushed him out since Pasha backstabbed one of them or insulted someone. It was mostly because he was a huge hypocrite with everything. He'd always blame his old friends for being too judgmental and not understanding enough when Pasha was those two things. Pasha just didn't get how to act civilized with people since he never really learned. He grew up with greed and disloyalty in Durmstrang. His older brothers weren't around to tell him what he was doing was wrong and he knew that Ellis wouldn't tell him off since Ellis was too much of a peacekeeper with everybody. His misguidance lead him to be cynical on the view of the world and that everybody was out for themselves. His sister sure engrained that into his brain when he was just a first year and he believed her since he didn't know better.

Pasha just never had the patience to change his ways or to be patient with his friends. He thought they were too boring, or pansies, or too focused on their studies. Pasha always found an excuse for everything and never let a close bond be attached to him. That is of course until his girlfriend came along. With her, he became confused and uncertain of his actions. He still tried to be himself, but now his girlfriend was telling him off and was one of those neutral wise girls from the house his brother Ellis used to be in. Every now and then he would lose his temper with her and they often got themselves into fights because Pasha didn't like these feelings of uncertainty since Pasha liked the way he was. The fights never lasted too long since Pasha knew the quickest way to her heart and used his swift moves to advert the fights. After being a relationship with her longer, the fights lessend since Pasha could always distract her with other things than what she was about to tell him off for. It was a very dishonest relationship and they mostly made-out and hardly went on any dates. When he transfered, Pasha took the chance to finally let her go without really telling her since there was many countries between them. He wasn't necessarily going to "find himself" but he took the opportunity to either take over the school or try to find a partner in crime instead of useless friends that would only stay for a few months before "abandoning" him.

Sample RP: Pasha looked outside and saw snow, but didn't see it at the same time. Spending so many years in Bulgaria in Durmstrang had been the coldest years of his life, but now that he was in France, Pasha couldn't help but think that this was so much better than the snow Drumstrang had during the winter season. The few inches on the ground seemed like nothing and Pasha was almost tempted to go out in the snow in just his black jeans that were a bit tight and his blue and gray plaid button up shirt. Looking behind him at his temporary caretaker, Pasha hadn't seen his cousins since he was ten years old. He almost feared the tall Barberis who towered over him a good five inches. He was muscular beyond belief and knew why heard heard his aunts and uncles calling him ο άνθρωπος του σιδήρου - man of iron. Atlas was a suiting name for him since the Greek titan was huge and muscular to hold up the world.

Looking back to the window, Pasha watched the bypassers keeping their faces covered from the wind that was probably not even that cold. These French people were pansies and Pasha wasn't sure if Beauxbatons was the best place for Pasha. He had heard stories about Hogwarts and it sounded much more majestic than Beauxbatons. It sounded like a school for girls just by the name. Hogwarts sounded more...well appealing. It was too late to turn back now since Pasha would be sent to the school tomorrow. His cousin had told him that there were two more people he would know there so he wouldn't be too alone. Pasha had wrinkled his nose at the thought of being at the same school with Otis. Otis was too much of a goodie two-shoes with his Head Boy status and being friends with everyone. It made Pasha want to gag. He wasn't sure about Sofia though since she was too young to be remembered what she was like. He couldn't exactly tell her personality from two extremes of Atlas and Otis. They weren't entirely comparable.

Walking away from the window, Pasha sat down to eat. He wasn't sure if his cousin was a good cook or not, but what was set down in front of him didn't look that filling. A wine glass was also set down in front of him. Eying Atlas, he slowly lifted the glass to his lips. Sure he was eighteen and considered an adult, but Pasha never had a lot of wine before. It was more of the burning alcohol than expensive tasting wine. It was a bit of a pity too since his sister in law had a part in her brother's wine company. The wine was a sweet tang and he set it down, knowing he was going to starve tonight by the look at the leafy looking plate of food. He just hoped Beauxbatons would have better food.

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Alex | Coon

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17 | Veela Bloodline | Australian | Animal Lover

Alex Coon was born on October 15th, the oldest of 3 children. His family lived in a nice house out on the outskirts of an Australian beach. His family were hard working people, causing them to become very successful. They were known around town as generous people. 

Alex grew up with his entire family. His two younger siblings were Annabeth and Jake; the twins. Alex, of course, loved his siblings more then anything but sometimes they pushed him to his limits with being annoying. He didn't have a very good relationship with his siblings because of that. Alex had parents that were somewhat controlling which made him highly irritated and caused him to rebel against them by not listening.

Alex became very fond of animals during his childhood.  He felt more attatched to them because they were more likeable then people. In his mind they were perfect because they didn't judge, they weren't annoying, and they didn't backstab. They just loved.

Traits hot-headed. loyal. blunt. logical. fun. flirt. argumentative. brave. witty. observing.

Alex is highly short tempered. He dislikes of when people act stupid, irritating, ignorent, or slow. He can get mean and snappy. He is loyal and doesn't lie. He is very blunt and informs people in a very matter of fact manner.

Alex is of veela blood so he is obviously a flirt. He is fun loving and generally thinks of consequence after action. He hates when people tell him what to do and he can be arguementative on subjects he feels strongly about.

Role-Play

Alex woke up to the sound of his obnoxious alarm clock. It blared extremely loud music in his ears like a rock concert was right in his head. He groaned and stumbled out of his bed. He sloppily got dressed before banging the door open and stumbling sleepily into the hallway. When he reached the kitchen his two younger siblings were already dressed and ready to help him with the horses. The two twins looked exactly like each other and nothing like Alex. They both had dark hair and green eyes that made them look like devil cats.

When the two saw Alex they ran outside to race to the barn. By the time Alex got there, Jake and Annabeth were already racing each other to see who could feed more horses. Alex leaned back against a stall door and laughed as the two threw horse feed at each other. They are so immature, Alex thought as he continued to laugh at them. 

When all the chores with the horses were done, Annabeth ran over to Alex and started talking in a fast manner. “Alex, can Jake and I please please ride the horses? Just for an hour and then we will put them back, promise.” She begged. Alex loomed over his younger sister by a few inches and he shook his head at her. They were  his horses. They were the only things he could stand at the house he lived in. No way were they taking them out.

“Not going to happen, Annabeth. Go ride your bike, it won't kick you off.” He said shoving her out of the barn. 

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[Epimetheus Eatros]

First Name: Epimetheus
Last Name: Eatros
Age: 17
Appearance: Colton Haynes
History:
Achilles and Leora Eatros were very much in love when they were expecting their first child, Prometheus. But an unexpected surprise hit them when Epimetheus was also born. Their parents showed them ’equal’ love growing up yet it was Prometheus that was the golden twin and the one truly most loved by their parents.

Partly due to the family secret that was only mention in hushed tones. The year that the young twin boys were turning nine there was violent raid on their village of Axos. The daemonic night creatures that were much feared by the village had crept silently during the night and attacked them at their weakest moment.

The children of the town were most affected by this pillage. During this attack, Epimetheus had been bitten on his forearm whilst he tried to protect himself. His brother Prometheus had stepped up to the challenge of the night dwellers; he had managed to kill the one who had attacked his brother but he could do nothing to stop the disease that was running through his brothers veins. He was now infected; he was becoming that of which the whole village feared. Achilles knew there was not much time till the venom reached his entire body; he made the quick rash decision to end the life of his least favoured son in order to protect the whole of the town.

Leora would not stand for the murder of her son, so, in her own rash decision making she whisked away her son from her husband and ran away from Greece to nearby France. She hid her son away from her lover to protect him from the horrible deeds of their past. She trained him to control his new bad habits and when she found him no longer a hazard to society allowed him to attend school at Beauxbatons.

Personality:
Epimetheus truly molded to fit his name – afterthought. He was the foolish one of the two brothers. The romantic. The poet. He let his emotions rule over him and his common sense dissipated in his decision making. Since his attack he has never acted the same as he did when he was a child. His eyes were opened wide to the horrors of the real world before his time. This caused a sadistic view on civilizations and people as a whole. He is temperamental and easily angered. His curse causes him to have extra skills that few his age acquire.

Though he has his spells of social behavior he tends to lean more towards being antisocial. He is considered a bit rough around the edges and not one to get tangled in. He doesn’t play with the line, he crosses it. Epimetheus isn’t afraid to say exactly what he is thinking which leads to those around him to consider him as crude and less than understanding. He does have his soft side when it comes to his mother and if anyone gets privileged enough to be close to him, he does everything he can to make that person happy.
Sample RP:

A pair of dark hazel orbs scanned over the desolate corridor, checking for the clear coast. It was a straight shot from here to the commons. Yet, he was additionally near to the secret pathway that led to the top tower of the old stone academy. He was unlikely to be stopped by a nosy professor or a caustic ghost on way. But he kept his wand on the inside of his duffle coat, clenched tightly between his bony fingers just in case of an unwanted visitor. His olive complexion shone against the dim lighting of he dungeons. His feet clicked with an earsplitting echo through the channel as his black leather shoes clicked along the cobblestone.

Epimetheus knew better than to be risking it after curfew. He knew better, yet he did it anyway. He was cooped up and if he didn’t stretch his lanky legs he would go berserk on the next one who was unfortunate enough to bother the daemonic young man. Slipping behind the statue in the corridor he disappeared into the hidden stairway behind it. Taking the rock steps three at a time he began breathing easier as the cool wintery air blew at him from underneath the door.

The medium sized door was heavier than it appear as Theus shoved his shoulder into the wooden frame in order to budge it open. It made a loud creak in protest as the hinges worked for the first time in what felt like years. But he forgot the short pulsing pain as he felt the wind whip around his chocolate locks. Nothing was better than a night on the roof.

Sashaying towards the makeshift hole that served as a window, he sat in the middle of it. His legs dangling over the side as he contemplated his run in with his elder twin. How could he have let this happen? How could Prometheus be here? What was he going to do? He placed his face in his hands as he tried to get a grasp on his life. He had spent years running from something that found him in his first day at school. How could he have been so foolish?

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SOURNOIS

[aidenx]

First Name: Aiden

Last Name: Lévesque

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Aiden John Lévesque was born in the outskirts of Visilisk, Lithuania. His parents, Fleura and Toris, lived together in a small house by themselves in the middle of the most beautiful of fields anyone had ever seen. The grass was crisp and damp with the morning's dew, and the flowers scattered about like ashes in the wind were swaying slowly in the breeze. He emerged from the shadows of the house and ran into the field, towards the nearby lake. His parent's vibrant smiles being the last he saw of them.

Personality: Quiet, more on the loner side but will interact with really anyone. He loves to read and always has some type of sweet candy in his mouth. He enjoys swimming and studying the Dark Arts.

Sample RP:
'They were everywhere. They were over him, under him, around him, swallowing him whole. He ran to the door, leaving his mother to fend for herself as his father whipped his wand out. ''Run!" They demanded, and he did so.'

He shook himself awake as the carriage neared the school, te knot in his stomach returning. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stayed quiet as the other students chattered about like birds. He sighed. what would make this any better? Thoughts of sadness and excitement went through his head. What if they don't like me? I might stand out a bit.. He looked down at his clothing. Black trousers adorned his lower half, hiding his red tennis shoes underneath. His shirt was a plain one, just a simple Green day t-shirt under a green jumper. Most of the other students wore blues and bright, vibrant colours. he didn't.

As the blue carriage neared the landing plane, he sighed again. I doubt this plan was any good, but I'll have to try it. He exited the mobile and looked at the large building in front of him. Well, here goes nothing...

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[kaydenn]

CHAGGAMEISTER COLLIN BRUCE

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they say that love is forever, your forever is all that i need.. please stay forever with me

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GENDER[/color] male
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BLOOD[/color] vampire
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awkward. yes, to say the least, this boy is a bit awkward, around girls especially. he likes to make an attempt to flirt and be all cute and funny, but sometimes it fails and he just gets all flustered about it. around a real pretty girl, maybe one he has his eye on, he gets quite clumsy and ditsy. in the real world, around normal people, he can present and carry himself well.. but yeah, total failage when it comes to trying to impress some little cutie. of course he can also get this way around people he is meeting for the first time.. but more socially awkward when it comes to flirting/girls.

loyal/devoted. now, one thing to know about chaggy is how loyal he is to his family and friends. when coming to his family, he's a very caring young man. though as a young teenager, he treated his family a bit unfairly, he grew up quite a bit. this male is quite respectful when it comes to his elders, and he shows them much love and tries to help out the best he can when he's at home visiting. he'd go to hell and back just to ensure his family is safe and happy. the same goes for his friends. when he has someone, a friend close to him, he takes care of them. he stays close and makes sure they know he'd always be there for him.. considering he would.

hardworking.

calm.

party fan. when you hear that asher's a party boy, don't go jump to the conclusion that he's some hardcore drinker and some type of sex addict or something, because thats far from what he is.

cuddly/dorky.

self conscience.

hot headed.

mature.

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[braelyn piasca]

IT'S A REVELATION, YEAH, IT'S A REVELATION
Braelyn Odette Piasca

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[Addison V. Crewe]

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"Hey Addison!" his father smiled, cheeks red from Jack Frost nipping at his nose. Stomping the snow off his boots he laughed as though it was funny. "Did you finish your chores? It would be to goshdarn cold to do em any later -" he informed, taking his seat next to Addie in front of the fire. "I was thinking we could go get school supplies if you finished your chores - " With that, Addie was already upstarts sorting through the insane amount of pictures he had his friends took of each other.  

"Already on it dad!" Addie yell down stairs, shoving the boxes in his closet. His father laughed from down stairs because it echoed through the starcase.
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[Nick Adams]

First name: Nicholas (nick)
Last name: Adams
Age: 17... Forever and ever
Gender: male
Sister: Jenna- vampire
Sister: Jessica- demon
Father- Eric-vampire
Mother-Bella- cometely taken over by demon, deena.


History:

Nick's family has always been weird. They lived on the outskirts of their small town in England. Nick's mother was permanently taken over by a demon after he was born. The demon's name was deena. His father was a vampire who fed on humans every Sunday night to keep his immense thirst controlled. Nick had tail sisters that were a year older than him. Jenna and Jessica. Jenna was a vampire just like her father. Jessica inherited a demon just like her mother that took over her body at random times.

When nick turned seventeen, his father had a thirst snap and ended up biting nick. That night he became a vampire himself. Later that week, a demon named Jasper took over nick's body. Jasper takes over at random times for no apparent reason.

After these two incidents, nick ran away from his home to get away from his parents who cursed him. He lived away from his home for about two ageless years while he let himself cool off and become himself again. When he returned home, nick was informed that deena had killed his mother.

During the next year, nick became close with his sisters. They all shared the same saddness and pain of being cursed. The summer after their mother's death all three of the kids were sent away to BBA by their father.


Personality:

Traits- mature.  Independent. Charming. Compassionate. Polite. Loyal. Lively. Multi- sided. Hot headed. Careful.  Doesn't trust himself.


While nick was running away from his home, he discovered himself in his new life as a vampire/demon. He became very mature for his age. He us always polite, responsible, loyal, and charming. While he was alone for such a long time, he became very independent and is just as well off alone as with a large group of people. But, when he is with people he likes he can be very lively and fun to be around. He is very faithful and loyal to people he cares about.

Because of his little demon problem, nick had trouble trusting himself. Jasper causes nick to have an ever changing mood on some days. He can be happy in one minute and mad the next for no reason other than Jasper said so. He is hot-headed . Any little thing can trigger a great big blast of anger that can turn into Jasper taking him over. Due to all of this, nick tends to be extremely careful.

Sample rp:

Nick sat in a circle with his sisters in their attic. It was about a month after nick had come home and they were playing their usual game; questions. They sat in a circle and asked random questions about each other. It would seem like a stupid game to anyone else. But the three hardest knew each other. Up until about now they had a been mostly seperated dealing with their inhuman problems.

"okay, nick. What does Jasper act like when he takes you over?" Jenna asked him leaning foreword towards him.

Nick quickly glanced at his other sister, Jessica. They both had demon's that took them over frontons to time. They both knew. Jenna on the other hand, was fully vampire, and didn't know any better. "it's like being shoved to the sidelines and watching someone else write a chapter in your story for you. Terrible." nick replied smiling bitterly.

It was jessica's turn to ask something and you could tell she was thinking hard before she asked her question. "both of you. Do you miss mom?" she asked quietly. Mom. That was the one word they all had a mutual feeling for. They really never had one. Unless the demon counted for one. And it really didn't. Nick wished he could say he missed her. He really did. But the truth was... He didn't miss the demon controlling what was supposed to be his mother.

Nick was about to say this when he felt it. Jasper. It was feeling like you were about to faint and black out. Nick jumped up and ran downstairs to his bedroom when he collapsed onto his bead in a sweating heap. Then he blacked out.

When he woke up he was distant. He was trapped in his mind and was refused release. When the demon woke up he some up screaming as always. Jasper's eyes were a possessed white and his mind was set on one thing. Reek havoc.


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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED ALIAS AND SITS AT AGE. HE/SHE LIVES IN THE TIMEZONE TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO FACE CLAIM, DON'T YOU THINK?

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LILY OLENA ROWAN

age seventeen

Lily was born in Russia on November 18th, 1765. A snowy day littered the ground in pure white and the cold wind stung like a whip. She born into a rather prestigious and noble family. She is actually 247 years old, but doesn't age due to the demon traditions in her family.

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Demon/Vampiric/Seer

Active Powers :: Shape-shifting, invisibility, teleportation, telekinesis, shadow manipulation, and the ability to see into the past or future (with limitations)

likes

Lily likes many things, but we can narrow them down to a few: cake, snow, roses, music, history, candles, light and rain.

dislikes

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nightmares

to forget her family and to be held down/back.

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personality

Lily is just like any girl, she's sweet and kind but can be less than pleasant at times. Her whole life has been about what other people have wanted for her, which has made her grow up being stubborn, defiant, and rebellious. She's the type to make her own adventure despite all the trouble she'll get in, or what she causes to happen. As she reckless as she is though she takes responsibility for what she does and understands that she will always have limits before she goes too far. She has a love for classical music and gardens and was raised to be very elegant. In all you could say when she needs to be, she's a proper lady. Not growing up around those not in her family caused her to be rather quiet and seemingly mean. But that could just be the traits she picked up from her father, a quiet, tall and brooding man. But like her mother she inherited an unusual beauty. Though everyone in her family ages rather slowly, Lily is a bit different for some reason. She doesn't technically age like normal and has looked seventeen since she literally turned 17. While most people find it odd, Lily doesn't mind in the least.

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family

Lily is the youngest out of fourteen children who are/were all older than her, however ten are no longer alive. Currently she has two older brothers and an older sister.
Nikolai II - 34 (307)
Petav - 26 (273)
Anya - 25 (272)
Her mother and father, Nikolai I and Svetlana are still alive and rule together as they have since their marriage. They met in Russia through and arranged married between their mothers. Anya is a seer-vampire and Nikolai a Demon, thus creating their childrens' mixed blood.

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history

Anya and Nikolay met throught an arranged marriage orchestrated by their mothers, as tradition in Moscow Russia. Neither loved the other but permitted themselves to be married eternally. Many years passed before their love grew as well as their tolerance for each other and after 30 years of marriage they had their first child and had many more as the years went by. After many of their children passed away from their own hands to war they promised to have no more unwilling to deal with the heartbreak but that was soon forgotten. On November 18th, 1765 they welcomed Lily into the world who was named after a dear friend of theirs. She was raised as the royal she was, thought not like her older siblings. She was kept under constant surveillance for fear that she would become lost to them as well. She grew up always learning, and practicing her powers which had grown to be more than they'd imagined, a dangerous thing in her family. She adored her older siblings and often wanted to be just like them. A war hero like her oldest brother Nikolai I, an expert at weapons and tracking like Petav, and as sweet and loving as her sister. The only thing she became as a child though was like her sister as the girls in her family didn't learn about weapons or war. But sometimes her brothers would secretly hold lessons with her and tell her all about what they knew soon making the girl they saw many years later. The entire family now lives in Moscow.

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Lily stared out the window, leaning on her elbows and making fog characters. It was seven thirty in the morning and she'd been waiting for her brothers to arrive for three hours. The school year would start for a while but she'd begged her mother to let her go early as to not be too much of a new girl. Being home-schooled until her life made her life dull and tedious, but finally she was able to break the cycle and attend a magical school. Her mother had went there as did her father and siblings all starting at eleven. But since her parents were unnecessarily paranoid Lily was never allowed to attend.

Running a hand through the ends of her hair, Lily swept her blue-green eyes from side to side. No sign of her brother busted a bit of her excitement and her annoyance grew. What could be taking so long? It had been their idea to leave she early in the morning thus causing her to wake up even earlier than normal. The only other person up was her mother who was running around like a lunatic. Her heels could be her sounding off against the floors all around the house. Lily descended the stairs and decided that she should finish her packing which took longer than she thought.

Lily struggled with the lid of her trunk as her mother had put so many clothes inside of it. Like she'd wear all those dresses she thought. Pulling about fifteen dresses out, she was finally able to close it just as her brothers strolled into the living room. "And were have you been? I've been waiting for hours!" she snapped. Despite her being Russian, Lily had the accent of a British girl because of her many tutors who had either been from England or Ireland. "Sorry, we decided to take the scenic route. We didn't think you'd actually wake up early." her eldest brother, Nikolai joked. Lily scowled and used her wand to pick up her trunk.

Her brother ruffled her hair and helped her walk out to the car. While her mother ran behind then checking things off her list. When they were done, Svetlana gave her daughter a large hug and reminded her to write as soon as she got there. Lily nodded and offered her a smile before climbing into the back seat of the car. She was so excited she could hardly stand it, but looking at her you probably wouldn't notice.

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I'm stuck between two houses. Please expand a little bit more to your personality.

[Patrick Sinclaire]

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Patrick Brandon Sinclaire

Personality: Patrick is a known womanizer, but despite his labeling, girls do not hesitate to get close to him or even talk with him. His attractive looks and assertive personality are what make him a magnet for the opposite sex. Although his better qualities aren't revealed in his never-ending pursuit for a new girl every week it still defines Patrick as something that he does with his time. Though it isn't one his most prized qualities, Patrick flaunts it for everything that it is worth. He is infamous among his friends for reaching out to even the most untouchables of the opposite sex and forcing them to fall head over heels for him. In this identity Patrick is free to pretend and to create the fast-talking smooth-mouthed romancing personality that every girl craves. Seducing women better allows Patrick to gain a spotlight entrance into any room as most of his male counterparts believe that it is something that is hard to do. As with most womanizers, Patrick possesses the hard-driven cocky confidence and persistence that most men would die to know the secret of. When he sees someone he wants, he will go to any distance to obtain her and call her his.

If you put aside his renown reputation as a Casanova, Patrick reveals to be a rather amiable person. His sense of humour is beyond compare, and people do tend to match him up to the now grown-up George Weasley, back in London. That very combination is what created the large circle of friends the boy presently has.

Nick often finds himself lunging into situations without a thought about the consequences. Hopefully his impulse control will improve with age or perhaps peter out all together and be replaced by the very strong sense of self-preservation in his heart. Nevertheless, once he’s head-deep in the situation and once his thoughts have turned toward how he’s going to get out of it, he sets his mind on that priority and finds without much difficulty ways to escape without too much damage.

Playing dumb was always easier for Patrick, especially because if they knew too much, people usually like to get under your skin. To some people’s greatest disbelief, Patrick Sinclaire is truly a genius at heart. He has a passionate hate for school which has caused his intellect to be channeled into what he considers more mentally challenging tasks such as pranks. Choosing rather to be outside and hanging around his friends rather than inside cracking a book, Patrick does just enough to get by. This popular careless attitude that he harbors about his classes allow Patrick to keep his sanity when the grades really matter. When he wants to do well Patrick finds himself astoundingly capable of doing so. Few know of his truly photographic memory which comes in handy when navigating the numerous halls and corridors of Beauxbatons.

Appearance: Windswept hair is a trademark in Patrick' appearance. It used to occur naturally, but realising that girls seemed to like that unruly look, he's taken to deliberately run his fingers through it. He likes to call it the "Quidditch Effect." His friend once commented that it looked like he'd just had a quick snog, and as result, Patrick became even more adamant about pursuing the style, though snogs were not something he was lacking in.

His mother has often cited that he takes after his father, because in build and height he's almost identical to his dad. Tall and extremely skinny, he stands at 5'10 and weighs about 149 lbs. He has a fast metabolism and therefore he's been unable to put on much weight, but he's well-toned as he's a Quidditch player, therefore spending most of his free time on a broomstick. His muscles are discernible and he's lightly tanned from hours spent in the sun, along with having rather calloused fingers. He's got light freckles on his nose and a dimple on his left cheek which appears when he smiles.

Patrick has hazel-brown eyes and thick feminine lashes, but terrible eyesight, so he has to wear glasses to compensate for it. He has a straight nose and a long thin mouth that stretches into an easy smile. His hair is brown and messy, sticking up at the back. He always has the air of someone who'd just gotten of a broomstick, because he looks perpetually dishevelled. Windswept hair seems to be a trademark in Patrick' appearance. It used to occur naturally, but realising that girls seemed to like that unruly look, he's taken to deliberately run his fingers through it. He likes to call it the "Quidditch Effect." His friend once commented that it looked like he'd just had a quick snog, and as result, Patrick became even more adamant about pursuing the style, though snogs were not something he was lacking in. He’s rather careless about his looks, though.

History: Patrick Brandon Sinclaire was born a British warlock in a family of all-wizards, excluding his younger sister, Arabella, who was born a non-magical girl. Patrick was the second of five children, including his older sister, Lisa, Arabella, and his older brothers Jack and Kendrew , all born to Marion Bontecou, a french witch who graduated first in her class in Beauxbatons during her schoolgirl years and Nick Sinclaire, an Auror who claimed was the best Quidditch player at Hogwarts before Harry Potter’s years. Patrick had a fairly good childhood, though his family was somewhat lacking in money. Growing up, his two sisters had an incredible power over him and often transformed him into their third sister, whom they had renamed “Patricia”. The nickname stuck.

Patrick’s brothers, Jack and Kendrew, along with Lisa, graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry three years before Patrick would begin his first year at the school. Jack and Kendrew had both been sorted into Gryffindor, nearly always finishing their years with horrific grades, while Lisa grew up to excel at all subjects during her seven consecutive years.

Much different from his brothers, the Sorting Hat placed Patrick into Ravenclaw and not once was he compared to his brothers in academic achievements. Patrick was his own person, and though his friends felt he was a true Gryffindor at heart, showing a great deal of nerve and daring throughout his first six years. Dissimilarily from his sister, Patrick had the looks, sense of humour and bravery, along with the energy and agility of a doxy and the foolishness of a child.

The Sinclaire family moved to France shortly after Patrick had finished his yearly examinations, leaving their children just enough time to say their goodbyes. The reason of their departure remains still unknown to most of the staff and students at Hogwarts, for his father had been sent on Auror duty and was thereby forced into secrecy.

Patrick is very outgoing and charismatic. He’s also very lazy and at the same time a bit of a daredevil.—he rarely says no to any kind of challenge. He sometimes puts up a bit of a façade, acting much happier than he really is. When he’s uncomfortable he pretends he isn’t and instead akes a joke about it. He has some small insecurities, but so does everyone. His confidence outweighs any issues he has with himself. Patrick is a pretty relaxed guy most of the time, yet it is rather difficult for him to control his temper; so when he’s angry, it’s easy to tell.

Some days the random crap he does and the outgoing personality is really him, but some days he’s faking. It’s easier than just crawling into a corner. This isn’t to say that he’s really faking it all the time, just that he doesn’t like negative emotions to show in the presence of others.

Sample RP: Patrick was full of s**t. And if there was someone who knew it best, it was him. During the majority of his life, he had manipulated, entrapped and captured girls’ desires, and though careful never to begin objectifying them, he used the affection they bore towards him for his own benefits. In fact, it was rather difficult to find a girl at Hogwarts that hadn’t had her emotions toyed with by the boy. Most guys jealoused his ability to bewitch women, and genuinely wondered what it was that Patrick did which made him so enticing to the opposite sex. All of his actions seemed so effortless, so smooth. But of course, there was then the fact that his beauty seemed ethereal and that he was Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team.
Patrick didn’t pretend to believe in his generosity nor his kindness. He was fully aware that his actions were entirely unnecessary and that they resulted mainly in heartbreaks.
Yet acting superfluously just happened to be his forte.

They boy had never believed in love. To him, it had almost always been an exaggeration of the word ‘affection’ and that people claimed they were in love merely to tickle the jealousy of others. Love was overrated and to him, it didn’t take the cleverest person to take notice of it. The idea that two people could share a mental bond was purely ludicrous. Physical, perhaps, but then it’d simply be considered as attraction, therefore proving his point once more. Minds weren’t linkable. People were just blinded by the physical attraction they held towards one-another.
When Patrick explained his reasonings to others, they merely shook their heads and laughed. Those who held the boy’s best interest at heart suggested that he was afraid of committing, or that he was trying to protect his heart. Feelings were easily hurt, and they believed that Patrick’s had been bruised to much already. It was their opinion, whilst the others assessed that he was purely mad.
Since a very young age already, such theories had been his principles. His ideas had been clear on the subject and he saw it as completely obvious.
Yet all of that, of course, had been before he had been acquainted with Holly Diggory, who threw him off balance and tossed his beliefs back into consideration.

As she gazed into his eyes, Patrick felt a small smile stretch on his lips. Holly was heart-stirring, and anyone saying otherwise would, to Patrick’s eyes, be completely mental. Sitting there, alone with her and looking in that dazzling face was enough to make the boy wish that something more would happen. Yet he was sure it wouldn’t. It was best for both of them, and even if it went against Patrick’s nature, he forbidded himself to try anything. Holly’s friendship wasn’t worth risking.

These days, the girl seemed so fragile that Patrick could’ve easily snapped her soul in two as easily as if it had been a twig. He wasn’t aware of what exactly had happened to her, yet didn’t dare ask in fear that talking about it would make everything more painful to her. Patrick felt his eyebrows raising as Holly got up, his gaze following her every move as she clutched her hair. It seemed as though she was under a spell; crazed, and the only thing Patrick felt like doing in the present moment was hurry up to her and take her in his arms, telling her it was alright. That whatever it was she had previously seen was over and that she was safe with him and McGonagall around. Instead, he remained on the spot, paralyzed as Holly started on the wreckage of the room.

Patrick’s jaw clenched as Holly looked at him. His words stuck in his throat for the first time, he merely looked at her, his mouth slightly open, trying to force the words out of his mouth. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rainclouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature, and it was unbearably hard for Patrick to witness such a thing. The sunlight’s rays gently fell upon her, shining softly on her hair, giving it a particularly alluring golden shine and her eyes the bluish-steel of a midwinter sky. To describe her as average was false – her eyes enchanted him, her smile, highly contagious.

"Holly," he managed to say, as the girl put a delicate hand on his chest, the same enthralling blue gaze locked into his. She was too close. He could feel the wetness and humidity of her tears, and as her lips came in contact with his, he froze once more, surprised. His senses were failing him. All he could think of was her hand tangled in his hair and the familiar sense of coconut lingering in the air around them.

Then it hit him. This was Holly. If he continued, if things got further the whole of their friendship would be blown away. Evaporated. And he couldn’t bear losing her, and he knew the feeling was mutual. Holly needed Patrick. He was the only one that still believed in her. And she was the one who reminded him that love wasn’t fictional. That it was real. His brain was thoroughly telling him to back away, but his body wasn’t responding.

He wrapped an arm around her waist.

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