Sorting (Term Twenty)

[jillian baxter]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
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[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[alona]

First Name: Alona

Last Name: Bogdanovich

Age: Sixteen

Appearance:



History:

Bogdanovich is an ancient noble Ukrainian family that goes back several centuries into history. They are descended from the Vikings who founded and ruled Russia in the 9th century AD. Their first notable ancestor is Ippolit Fyodorovich Bogdanovich, a Russian classicist author of light poetry and known for his long poem Duschenka. The Bogdanovich's are wealthy purebloods who live in a high class society in Moscow, Russia. They have lived in the same manor for centuries and it has been handed down to the eldest son, generation after generation, once he succeeds Head of the family. Currently the Head of the family and house is Vladimir Bogdanovich and his wife Yekaterina Bogdanovich. They have five boys and two girls named Mikhail, Alexander, Catherine, Sergey, Alona, Fyodor, and Nikolai.

Alona Nastasia Bogdanovich was born May 20th, 1995 and is the third youngest of seven children. Since her parents offered their services to the government and are governors on the board of education for Durmstrang, they weren't around much. Vladimir and Yekaterina were very strict on their children so much that showing emotion would be punished for. The children had to learn to present themselves properly, eat and sleep on schedule, and exercise their minds reading books from their personal library. All the children were practically on their own, but were watched after by guards and staff that monitored the manor. Like all her siblings before and after her, Alona was taken care by a governess to teach her suitable subjects that existed in schools. However, the children had extra lessons in magical history as it is a part of their heritage. Mostly every boy has attended Durmstrang while girls were sent to Beauxbatons.

At the tender age of three, she began ballet lessons. She loved to dance when she was young and it was the only thing that kept her happy besides the outdoors. It was a rare opportunity for her to go outside, but she couldn't go further than her back yard. Since she was young and not at the right age to be presented into society as a Bogdanovich, she was restricted indoors. Of course this didn't settle well with her all the time and she threw fits to get her way. Alona learned the hard way while growing up that nothing was served on a silver platter, even in a wealthy family. She never got her way nor did her parents grant any sign of compassion. Eventually she harnessed these traits as her own, unforgiving and merciless to anyone. This made it harder on the staff and even on her siblings. No one could even tell the Bogdanovich children were related unless by name.

The next several years she accomplished her studies in ballet and school work. She took upon playing the violin and thrusted all her frustration through many broken strings and notes until her fingers bled. Besides being talented in music and dance, she began writing. Since she was never allowed to show her emotions, she needed to have an outlet somewhere. Alona found out that bottling all her emotions had a price to pay, especially among all the children since they had bruises to show for it. But she learned to fight back and to take the pain, eventually toughening her skin to each blow she took and made. Deep down inside she loved her brothers and sister though, even if they couldn't be close like other families were. Sometimes she even wished she had different parents and loathed them for their old-fashioned rules.

When she turned sixteen last year, she made her first public appearance and was presented into society in a large formal ball thrown by her parents. It was all chiffon gowns and tuxedos with instrumental music and chatter. As much as she looked forward to finally conversing with people, she found it difficult since the only people she's ever talked to were her siblings, parents, and the staff at the manor. But she triumphed over her flaw and since then had made acquaintances, but not promising ones. It was hard for her to keep friends and even suitors that her parents tried to present to her. Though that should change, for better or worse, when she goes to Beauxbatons Academy.

Personality:

Alona is very intelligent due to her early education in all her studies and magic. Her governess made sure that Alona was taught the proper material in school around, plus more under the strict surveillance of her parents. She is emotionless because it showed weakness. At a young age she learned that with emotions comes punishment and that it would make her vulnerable. So she learned quickly to bottle them up, even if there was a price to pay. She has no compassion for people's feelings. Also she's merciless and does not regret her actions toward people. Alona has a sharp tongue and is blunt. She just says it how it is, even if it is brutal. Her most defining traits is her sarcasm and temper. Every word drips with sarcasm to off set people. Then again she's just pessimistic most of the time. Her temper is volcanic and she doesn't hold back. Lying has become second nature for Alona. She's very untrustworthy and shouldn't be the first person someone should go to for help. Alona doesn't care for others but herself.

Sample RP:

What does one do when the weather is slightly saddening and grey? Take a walk. Get out of the common room and actually get some fresh air. Though days seemed to be darker than usual. Alona noticed how often it was cloudy. Rain was due this afternoon. She sat there at the window for a while in her dorm. Debating of what to do. She should be used to this kind of weather though. Russia was always depressing. "Must go out.." She whispered to herself, her blue eyes flickering brightly. She got up and left the room, out into the entrance hall where she traveled to the front doors. The pale girl slipped her thin figure through the door, closing it behind her. She wrapped her arms around herself. The place was unusually cooler.

A gust of wind brushed against her pale soft cheeks. Strands of her long silky blond hair flying around. Turning down on one pathway, she figured a walk in the gardens would be nice. But as she made her way there, it began to pour lightly outside. Drops of rain surrounding her whole. Each droplet splashing against her skin. Dripping off the ends of her hair. She smiled, looking up into the dull sky. Sure she's sad. She's lonely. Though the weather completed her whole. It fit the mood perfectly. And as she took a seat in one of the benches, she laid full length on it. Arms were folded under her head as she laid out there in the rain, not worried if she caught a cold or disturbed anyone around there.

It must be wicked of her that she didn't miss her family at all. To be out of hand's reach was bliss. She didn't have to worry about them telling her she couldn't go outside or that the clothes she wore weren't acceptable. Alona didn't have to worry about them watching her every movement and judging her. This was a perfect getaway. Beauxbatons was her open door to the world, to new experiences, and hopefully to a new attitude. Who am I kidding? She smirked to herself, watching as the lightning streaked the sky and the thunder rumbling after. She could never change how she acted even if she wanted to. Alona blamed her parents for the way she turned out, and it has become harder to make friends or to be... nice. Nice was not part of her dictionary. But we'll see..

SOURNOIS

[daisy cartwright]

First Name: Daisy
Middle Name: Sophia
Last Name: Cartwright
Age: Sixteen years old
Patronus: She-Wolf



Appearance:
Daisy isn't exactly tall, standing at about 5ft5" she fits comfortably in with the rest of the people her age, not standing out too much when in a crowd. Her frame is somewhat athletic though don't put her down as a sporty type...she would rather spend her days inside then out running.
Her hair is a slightly mousey brown/ash blonde, that hangs down in loose waves around her shoulders.
Daisy doesn't usually wear a lot of make up, she likes her face to look quite natural and really can't stand to feel she's making herself into someone she's not. Her eyes are a hazel brown that glow deeply against her fair skin, which...during the summer, can be speckled with freckles along her nose.

History:
Being born into a muggle family in London, Daisy wasn't aware there was anything strange or different about her until she reached the age of 9. Her mother and father, Lilly and Christopher Cartwright, ignored any sign of her advancing magically abilities and put it all down to a phase she was going through. Though she wasn't sure herself, not knowing the world of magic exsisted, Daisy knew there must be more to it then they were making out. She could make things happen, for example, a girl at her school was teasing her for reading books all the time, so she hoped and wished the girl would trip over to learn a lesson...within seconds the girl was on her front in the mud crying. After that incident, Daisy was careful what she wished on anyone.

At the age of 11, Daisy received her letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But her parents being who they were, chose not to let her go. They laughed at the idea of anyone being able to do or teach magic and instead sent her to a boarding school on the outskirts of London. Miserable, Daisy found any opportunity to stay away from her family. She obviously had some sort of ability that they were unwilling to accept.

One year, at the age of 15, her school took a trip to Paris for their French lessons. She loved the idea of being so far from home that her parents couldn't reach her.
After doing a little research out in Paris, she learnt of an Academy of Magic, and immediately wrote to the Headmistress. With the letter she enclosed her previous acceptance into Hogwarts, and hoped that maybe they would take her on there instead, and this time she wouldn't let her parents stop her.
It was the day of her 16th birthday that she recieved the letter accepting her into Beauxbaton's, and that was the day she packed all her things and left boarding school, sending only a letter to her parents explaining what she was doing. As of that day, she labelled herself an orphan, disowning her family that refused to accept her for who she was.

Personality:
DETERMINED. Though some may call it stubborn sometimes. Normally, Angelina is a pretty relaxed girl, always looking on the bright side of things, and always ready for a good joke. However, when Angelina has a task set in mind, she solely focuses on it, sometimes becoming quite obsessive. This presents itself the most when Quidditch is involved, her one true passion. She never gives up on something, and this often leads to frustration and over reacting on her part when her goals are jeopardized. Sometimes she can become quite vicious and snappy, and more than once she has lashed out at a friend, but she is always the first the apologize and feels guilty for days after. She may be ambitious in life, but Angelina always places her friends first, sometimes at the expense of herself.

PROTECTIVE. Angelina takes great pride in her middle name, Rae. It means wise protection, and that is something Angelina always makes sure she does. She protects and fights for what she believes in, and would protect her friends from any trouble, bearing the problems herself if she could. One flaw in this, however, that is protecting others, Angelina hardly ever protects herself, usually acting before really thinking for her own safety, and acting in risky, and sometimes, dangerous manner if she believed it would help.

TOMBOYISH. Some describe her as a tomboy, and in some ways she is, though Angelina herself might disagree. Angelina favours jeans over dresses and skirts any day, though she does wear the minimal amount of make-up. After Quidditch games especially, Angelina doesn't care much for her appearance, and with loving being outdoors, dirt and mud doesn't scare her away. Despite her tomboyish way, Angelina is proud to be female. She is the first to anger at any sexist remarks which was displayed in her Hogwarts Quidditch years when Oliver would address the team as, 'listen up men.' It is no wonder that the Holyhead Harpies, the only all-female team in Britain, has been Angelina's favourite team since she was a little girl and the team she aspires to play for.

LOYAL. Although Angelina naturally seeks out company and friends to sate her restless nature, as mentioned above it isn't just a purely selfish act. She knows what true friends are, and she clings to them, loving them fiercely as she would do anything for them. She is always there to laugh over some stupid joke, gossip about someones new love interest or lend her shoulder for a heartbroken friend to cry on. For those closest to her, Angelina wouldn't think twice about herself if she knew she could do something to make her friends feel better.

PROUD. Even though she is always there for supporting her friends, Angelina herself seems to have problems letting herself appear emotional or weak. At times, she can be very proud with a sweet smile and assurance that everything is fine. Her father taught her from a young age to be strong, and she lives by that, not understanding that sometimes to strong thing to do is lean on your friends. Angelina is a very proud individual in every aspect of her life from her flying and studying, to her protecting her friends, and if anyone was to hurt her pride, Angelina would be seriously putdown for a time, though she would try and hide it as to her, appearing weak would further hurt her pride. This can often manifest itself in to Angelina appearing angry and if anyone tried to confront her about it, she would shut them out and deny that anything was wrong.

Sample RP:

It had been a long day, her parents had insisted on visiting Daisy the day of her 16th birthday, though she'd really hoped they would decide against it and put it off for another day. She hated them, for what they did and the way they'd treated her. Even now they refused to listen to anything she said. She was miserable here, boarding school was the worst experience she'd ever been through...that and the day her parents refused to send her to Hogwarts. At least there they wouldn't be able to visit her, annoy her, and judge her on every little tiny detail.

Running her hand through her hair, Daisy focused on reaching her dorm without having to speak to anyone. No one in this school really relaxed around her, and she had minimal friends...if thats what you could call them. The girls she spoke to were wary of her strange behaviour, though she never did any magic, they could see she was different.
Pushing through the door of her room, Daisy locked it behind her. She didn't want anyone coming in, they would just question her on what she got for her birthday, and was there anything she didn't want. Vultures, that's what the girls here were.

Taking a moment, Daisy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath she'd not even realised she'd been holding. Glancing around the room, her attention focused on something that was sat on her bed. It hadn't been there when she'd left, but by chance it could have been one of the girls leaving her a card or something...yeah right, they never did that. Moving closer, she noticed the envelope was slighty battered. Curiously, Daisy picked it up and turned it over, it was definitely addressed to her...but she didn't recognise the writing or anything.
Carefully she opened it, pulling out the parchment it contained. Reading it slowly, she suddenly screamed...jumping around the room, she was lost in a moment of excitement. She'd been accepted into Beauxbatons, finally she was going to be somewhere she wanted to be.

Stopping mid jump, Daisy focused on the task at hand. She set about grabbing all her belongings and packing them up, only stopping for a moment to write to her parents, telling them not to bother trying to reach her. She wanted nothing more to do with them.
That night, after the school had turned off the lights and slept soundly, Daisy headed out into the darkness, this was the beginning of her adventure, and she was sure it was going to be a good one!

ROUERIE!

[lily olena rowan]

First Name: lily

Last Name: rowan

Age: 17

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.

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. Lily isn't easily fooled though she will entertain those who try, often manipulating the situation to her advantage but to an extent. She's quite honest and pays no attention to feelings or being offensive until after she's gotten to know someone, in which she will apologize. Unless it is for that reason alone, or she is genuinely sorry you will never hear her utter those words unless forced and even then it'll be rare.

Sample RP:

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.

SOURNOIS!

[hye-min lee]

First Name: Seoyeon
Last Name: Lee
Age: sixteen
Appearance: Seoyeon skin is alabaster. She has long brown hair that falls just below her shoulders. Standing tall at 5"7, she towers over her sisters. She is of slender build.
History:
Personality: Yoona may come across as self-centered at times but once you get to know her she's very loving and selfless. Sample RP:

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[joythekid]

First Name: Remeo (pronounced Ray-may-oh)
Last Name: Vanluka
Age: 15
Appearance: Porcelian skin, quite tall and slim, sparkling blue cat eyes, sharp nose, auburn hair cut into a sleek bob
History: Remeo's mother (Giuliri) had met Remeo's father (Santino) whilst Giuliri had been holidaying in Italy. Giu, as she had been nicknamed, was a Muggle, but Santino was a wizard. They both fell head over heels in love. However, thanks to Santino's pureblood status, his parents gave him the cold shoulder for dating a Muggle. Santino was upset by this but secretly stayed in touch with her.
When Giu was old enough to leave home, she bought her own house in the place where she had met Santino. Just by chance, they met once again. They were more loved-up than ever, but Santino's parents still disapproved. Santino suggested that they elope to France. Once they were there, Santino told Giu about his wizarding background. Giu didn't believe him at first, but she grew to get used to it. A few weeks after their elope they arranged a marriage. Two years later Giu gave birth to a beautiful baby girl name Remeo.
Personality: Remeo seems quite quiet at first, but once you get to know her, she's really loud, but she is trustowrthy. She's a friend to all and tries to see the best in everybody. However, her kind nature sometimes lets people take advantage of her and makes her vulnerable to bullying. Under the cheery facade is a tough girl somewhere, ready to strike whenever danger comes her way.
Sample RP: Remeo stared at the miniscule raindrops slide down the window. "Remeo?" she heard her mother call.
Remeo sighed. "What is it?"
"Remeo, come down, we need to talk..."
Remeo sighed again and left her seat at her bedroom window, scurried downstairs and into the living room where her parents were waiting. "Remeo...we need to talk about your future academy. We've decided on Beauxbatons."
Remeo nodded slowly.
"As a matter of fact, it's a school for witches and wizards," her father said.
Remeo spluttered on her own breath. Did her father just say that?! "Wh-what?"
"You're a witch, honey. A female wizard. I'm a wizard myself," her dad told her, smiling.
"What about Mum?"
"She isn't, but we still love her, don't we?"
Remeo nodded. "Okay...so, when does the term start?"

Please extend your Personality, Appearance, and RP Sample. There should be 2-3 full paragraphs for the sample.

[Pascal Collins]

First Name: Pascal
Middle Name: Ann
Last name: Collins
Age: 17
Magical Heritage: Seer
Mother: Bella- Seer
Father: George- Seer/Vampire
Brother: Soren- Seer
(pic in signature!!)
History:

Pascal grew up with her brother, Soren, in a large house in Germany. They were raised by their artistic mother, Bella for the most part. Their father, George, lived out of the country in order to make money for the family and hardly ever visited his kids. Bella was crazy. She was an artist with a mind that thought differently than every other person's. She often locked herself in her room in order to think and paint alone. For the most part, she was a good mother to her kids despite the crazy twist.

Pascal had her first vision when she was eleven and immediately was hooked on reading visions. She could easily determine what they were and what they meant. Unlike her brother, she got her visions frequently and could predict what was going to happen. She became talented and her mother would often paint her visions and dreams for her. Soon Pascal was surrounded by her future before it happened.

Soren and Pascal always had a love/hate relationship. With natural brother/sister things going on they both had to deal with their visions at the same time. They practically had opposite personalities which created conflict from time to time.

Personality:

Traits- Mischievous, playful, trusting, smart, bubbly, confrontational, stubborn, flirty

Pascal, unlike her brother, is very trusting. She tries to see the best in people. She is a bubbly, playful, flirty, mischievous person who is really easy to be around and to be with. She rarely thinks things through before she acts, not like her brother. Pascal has Street smarts, not book smarts. Pascal is very cunning and sneaky. She tends to get away with things very easily.

Pascal isn't judgemental. She always tends to give people more than enough chances to become her friend. She tends to be one of those people others gravitate to because of her personality. She would be the person to try to be friends with a murderer because they might have changed. Pascal is that girl who stands up for people even when she doesn't have to. Pascal is very flirty with most everyone she meets and most times it is in a fun way that doesn't mean anything.

RP:


Pascal ran down the stairs screaming her mothers name in excitement. She had just had her first vision at the age of eleven and didn't know what to Mae of it. "Mom!!! Guess what?! I had my first vision!" she screamed as she reached the living room where her mother was seated.

"That's great, honey! What did you see?" Pascal's mother inquired as she leaned forward in her chair.

"I saw a castle. An enormous castle with student walking in and out." pascal said as she sat down on the floor in front of her mother. She had never been more excited in her life. Her brother, Soren, had only had his first vision a month or two before and was having trouble deciphering his visions. Being a seer meant that you saw the future. Not the whole future, but images. Glimpses. And you had to he careful with the information you received.

Soon, Pascal was envied to the school she saw in her vision. She found out that it was a school for people with magical heritage. Pascal and her brother, Soren, packed their bags and moved out of the house to their school where pascal continued to have her frequent visions.

ROUERIE!

[corinne daviau]

First Name:

Corinne

Last Name:

Daviau

Age:

Fifteen

Appearance:

- Eyes -
Deep set and down turned, her eyes are an ordinary brown. Her lids are large, leaving plenty of room for experimental makeup adventures. At a distance she often appears vacant, and it is not uncommon for her to hear the expression, Doe Eyed.

- Hair -
Matching closely to the color of her eyes, her hair is brown with its spare strands of chocolate, sepia, chestnut and copper browns. Its thickness is unimpressive, and the length generally rests a few inches above or below her shoulders depending upon how well the natural wave holds and whether or not she recently gave it a cut. The most impressive feats she claims are when she uses magic to adorn herself with an odd style or color, decorates her hair with scarves, flowers, jewels, anything really, as long as she finds it inspiring.

- Height and weight -
169CM | 5'5" and 50KG | 110LBS

- Build -
Her chest, stands somewhere around average for someone of her size. Hips, graciously curved, are her best asset, and are enhanced when placed along her long thing legs. Though she possess a slightly flimsy form, she carries herself with a graceful importance.

- Distinguishing Features -
Her lips, are large a pouty. Just below her bottom lip on the left side is a mole while placed upon her chin is another on the same side of a lighter shade.

History:

Nearing the end of a cool tempered month, a young couple welcomed a bit too early into their home, a small baby girl. Two months ahead of her due date, the tiny infant was put on ventilator and received her food via tube. Within five and a half weeks they were able to take her off the machines. Closely watching over her, it wasn't until the sixth week, when she was feeding and eating regularly without trouble and her temperature remaining steady, that her troubled parents were allowed to take their youngest child home. Home was and still is a traditional four bedroom cottage just a few miles off the coast it Marseille. Awaiting within were two older siblings, one a toddler, no more than two and another nearing their sixth birthday, both were male.

Early life for Corinne was decorated with conflict from the moment she was able to crawl. Persistent with her curiosities, she trailed after her older brothers as if she would be cursed without them. Evrard, the youngest of her older brother, suffered the most from his little sisters pursuit. Often she would mimick him, stealing his clothes to parade around in attire a few sizes too large for her. It wasn't until their dainty little darling began to create decent camaraderie with her older brother and his friends, rough housing and coming home with multiple scrapes and cuts, that the alarms in their heads finally rang clearly. They enrolled her in a school of ballet in the City, hopeful that it would quiet her tomboy behaviors.

For while this satisfied Corinne, but a year later at the age of seven, the tights had worn their welcome and her pained toes had made their final complaint. Were it not for a school play, she might have never encountered what it was that so brightened her spirit. Theater, Musicals, Singing, it inspired and lifted her high into another realm of being. Soon she was near obsessed and begged her parents to take her to each of the six Operas held every year and convinced them to allow her to take singing and acting lessons, for which, she was told, she had talent. Those were looked forward to with such an intensity, that whenever she couldn't make it for one, sour behaviors finally became evident in her manner, as did a disturbing tendency for accidents to happen randomly throughout the house.

When she was eleven, somewhat content thought a tad bossy, their came a visitor to their home. The first to discredit the supposed Wizard that came to her home was in fact, Corinne herself. Honestly, she didn't like the looks her family was giving her, and his words suggested that her brothers had been right all along in calling her jinx for all the accidents that happened in her presence. Though it did seem a great discovery, the idea of her finally taking the blame for the many broken Vases and light bulbs.

Try as she might to feign innocence, everyone in the family found it quite easy to believe this answer, and following a little show by the man himself, they all felt it was best for her to attend a magical school and learn properly. Corinne made a big fuss at first, she had her eyes set on a musical in the fall, but sadly, some things must be given up in order to be part of what is given to you.

Personality:

Active and energetic, you would never guess as much by the often dull expression that seems stuck on her face. Within her heart burns a fire which isn't exactly tamed by attending a Wizarding School. When she's back in the Muggle world, her time is consumed with attending operas, music lessons and acting lessons. On stage, Corinne is a sight, while her voice may never reach the standards of Joan Sutherland or Lily Pons, at least she can claim a voice similar to a young Katherine Jenkins, and her acting ability continues to develop. One day she hopes to make a career of theatre, a tad underachieving perhaps for a witch.

Generally daydreaming, its a good excuse for that vacant look forever present in her brown eyes. In her mind she can either be imagining herself on stage or recalling an event that took place up to a month earlier or just three hours ago, it all depends on the direction that first thought to start it all has lead her. Many might believe her naivety as true, but as its such a small bit of it, you can't be very sure it matters at all. Corinne lacks a great deal of ability in dealing with the mundane of daily life, she is often left clueless when thinking of how she should react according to the notion of others. She might be good at getting the gist, understanding the feelings and emotions of others, but her etiquette isnt often what it should be according to the standards set by society. Normally she's seen as slightly odd, while she doesn't mind it, it would be a lie to say she isn't sensitive and doesn't find a little injury in their judgments. Even in conversation, she will get lost in whatever ordinary topic is presented and will wind up in a direction better left hidden in a rainbow box decorated with unicorns and painted on flowers than spilling out of her puckered mouth.

Corinne is both demanding and restless. Her restless nature shows itself in her questionable choices in clothing, makeup and hair and her inconsistent methods of affection. Playful, bossy and a tad annoying, she makes a habbit of picking on those she likes, most often in the romantic sense. Often she will tug hairs, pull cloths, pinch sides and cheeks, make faces or push for a verbal battle --- one which she will win. This sort of behavior doesn't exactly bring in the friendlies nor create very positive reactions from the boys which shes'f flirting with, not that they would know she was even flirting... its lucky she's demanding and tends to get a relationship started somehow, though it never lasts long, no one can really handle her bullying. They are missing out really, given the time, she becomes quite tender.

Sample RP:

Beneath the bright lights above the stage her skin burned. It was the excitement with the addition of the lights that caused the heat within her body to rise so, and she relished it. This sensation was one that she had been denied until now because somehow magic had decided to partner with her DNA and tear her from her lessons, taking her into a world of spells, robes and wands. Oh the wands, they were fun and exciting, sure, but sometimes a girl just needed to sing! Surely, by now she would be famous, it would be unheard of to not know her name, Corinne Daviau, were it not for the detour her life had made.

Dreams, ambition, the thin female was stocked so full with it, it was a wonder her cup size wasn't any more decent. Corinne just felt like her feelings were pressing so strongly against the walls of her insides that she would wind up popping right now on this stage, in front of this crowd. No longer could she restrain herself, lock away the talents that according to teachers she had met when she was a child, were sending her places, grand place. No, now, she would sing, and they would all know her voice.

Corinne burst, just as she suspected she would, but from her lips, it was not the music of angels, instead it was a somewhat airy belch. Horrified, her eyes tore open to confront the disgusted audience, only what she witnessed was a Classroom and a few snickering students staring at her. Had she gone away again? Just another daydream, what she wanted to be a reality was nothing more than a taunting hope given to a rather vivid visual. Realizing the situation, the heat she assumed came from the imaginary lights had in fact been caused from the many boiling potions everywhere in the room.

Sighing, her brows came together in a frustrated frown, her shoulder drooped beneath the robes. Corinne leaned into the table enough that it looked as if she could nearly collapse for the lack of sturdy standing she placed on her tilted elbows, which would result in a mess and terrible pain most likely as slightly to left of her, her potion bubbled in neglect. Well, even if it wasn't today, one day she would find the stage. Until then, she needed to save the brew before her which had gone on as forgotten for the three or four minutes she had gotten lost in her own head. Were it not for the gas caused by speedy lunch, she might end up failing todays lesson. But she did come back to the present, so Corinne imagined she might be able to save it for a near passing grade.

'Lucky!' a little grin tugged the corners of her mouth upward.

COSSU!

[xxalovemxx4]

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.

Please extend more about your character's traits.

[anastasia123]

Anastasia
Roux
14

Anastasia is avarage height and slender. She has brown hair that curls. She is always trying to straighten it and force it to lay down flat and glossy like her muggle friends' hair do, but her hair always curls. It has grown down to her waist, and she never puts it up. She has dark blue eyes that are usually shining with laughter. She has a large key she wears around her neck. It is silver and very ornate and old looking. It's worth a lot, and it's nearly the only thing she has that is valuable, but she never sold it. Ana (she hates to be called Stacey, but Ana's okay) wears makeup all the time. She isn't beautiful, cute or pretty might be a better word.

Ana's History: She wouldn't tell anyone this, but she used to be a spoiled, rich brat. If she didn't get exactly what she wanted, someone payed for it. The Roux (pronounced roo) were known for their beauty, and all their money. One day, Ana was out with her family on a boat. The sky was clear, the water was a beautiful shade of blue exactly like Ana's eyes. Then, suddenly, the sky turned red. The storm was terrible. The boat, protected by dozens of float charms and protection spells, broke into pieces as big as Ana's hand. Ana couldn't swim very well. She was only nine. The storm continued to rage. Her mother and father combined their magic to hit her with a spell. It hurt alot, but Ana flew through the water and landed close to shore. her parents didn't survive. The only thing she had left of them was their key, which she wore around her neck.
Ever since this time, when she went through all of this, she deeply dislikes water. She has never stepped into a boat again, and even a swimming pool gives her nightmares. Soon after the storm, Ana was told that natural storms weren't that powerful, and they didn't just appear out of nowhere. Someone had tried to assassinate her family.

Personality: Ana sunk into depression for about a year after her parent's death, but now she is a mischeivous, fun girl. She laughs all the time, and plays pranks on people.

Sample RP: (a couple hours after the storm)
The woman cleaning the hotel windows sighed. Another normal boring day. She always had the same customers, and it got tiring after a while.
A figure stepped through the door. "Mergrindell, I already told you. I don't have any extra food!" shouted the lady in exasperation.

"I'm not here for food." a cold voice said. A girl stood at the door. She had damp clothes that were beginning to dry. The had some noble's crest on them, but the lady didn't know which one. The girl had piercing ice blue eyes, that now looked at her expressionlessly. The girl couldn't be more then ten, but looked very grown up.

She stalked forward. "Uh....... well...... would you be, erm, Anastasia Roux? There is a letter for you......my lady......." the cleaning woman managed to say. Anastasia opened the letter. She read over it, and handed it back. "Save it for later." the cleaning woman looked down at it and gasped. "The Beauxbatons school wants you to join. That's wonderful!"

Ana glared at her. "I said save it for later. Where is Olavring Corfrendes? The wizard. I'm here to kill him." The lady's eyes went wide. "Sweetie.... do you know what you're saying? You can't. He isn't here now." Ana looked really angry now.She leaned over and looked into the woman's eyes. "He killed my parents!"

The woman looked at her. "Listen, sweetie, just go to this school and have a good life. Forget about him." The girl turned around and walked out.

She searched the world for Olavring but never found him. She swore she would have revenge someday, but not now. Five years after her parent's murder, she accepted the invitation and went to go apply the Beauxbatons.

Please extend at least a paragraph about your character's traits.

[kimmy2319]

First Name: Guinrievere

Middle Name: Milly

Last Name: Griffer

Nickname: Ginry

Age: 11

Appearance:

History: Guinrievere Griffer is born in London, England until she was 7 because her father's job was moved to Paris, France so now she have lived there since. She was born in July 23, 1998 from a pure-blood family and she was grateful for that. She has a younger brother name Arden Griffer and her mother's name is Milly Griffer and her father's name is Heinz Griffer, who were both pure-blood.

They lived in Paris happily without any bad happenings. They have everything they need, for short they are the kind of pure-blood family who have many moneys. but, even though Ginry is pure-blood she treats everyone nicely and so is her family.

Personality: Ginry is pure-blood but very nice, but if you made her angry, run as fast as you can because she will not back out. She stands for herself, a very independent person. She don't want people to think that she is a perfect person because she believed that she,too, can make mistakes.

Sample RP: With a loud "ring" Ginry wake up with a start. She look like everyone else looks like when they wake up, messy hair, sleepy mind, and a look that says "I WANT TO SLEEP MORE". so she return to her bed and fall asleep again, but, with another loud "ring" she wake up, again, "okay, okay. I'm awake,I'm awake. Jeez" ginry said turning the alarm clock off.

She fixed herself and when she look properly she rab=n down the stairs to the kitchen.

When she got to the kitchen a banner that says"HAPPY ELEVENTH BIRTHDAY GINRY!!"fall down above her head. She smiled at her family standing there. Her mother is holding a cake and her brother is grinning beside her,but, all of this was out of ginry's sight when she noticed her the envelope her father was holding. She ran and hug them all and her father give Ginry her beauxbatons acceptance letter.

SOURNOIS!

[lexi moriarty♥]

lexiMORIARTY.

NAME. lexi michelle moriarty
AGE. sixteen years young
HISTORY. lexi was born in bourges france. her family was not very wealthy, as her father and mother were both runaways. lexi or 'lex' as most people call her, grew up in a very violent home. her parents were very abusive to her, not physically but emotionally. her father was always comparing her to trash and telling her she would never be as beautiful as her sisters. her mother constantly told her the only way she would be of any use was if she was a slave to some rich family. lex was a very emotional child, considering no one ever said nice things to her. when lex was four, her family moved into a new home. her parents and two sisters each had their own bedroom and bathroom, but lex was forced to live in the underground basement. lex always thought she was adopted, but her parents never told her so. when lex was twelve, her mother went on rampage towards her because she hadn't cooked dinner correctly. in the heated rampage, her mother let slip that she was an accident, and that she was never meant to happen. when she was told this, she ran away to her grandparents, who took her in and raised her until present day. now she has received her letter to go to beauxbatons, and has every intent on living there.
PERSONALITY. well considering the fact lexi was brought up in a troubled home, she obviously doesn't have the brightest attributes. lex is very nice and loving, and will always help others with nothing in return. but that's just the way she wants it. lex is use to people mistreating her, and being unhappy; therefor she makes sure that no one else will go through the same depression she's lived and will go to the ends of earth to make someone happy. lex is very lonely, but that's by her discretion. she prefers to stay in her dorm and study to improve her skills in magic. her long term aspiration is to excel in schooling and to become an auror. she wants to be successful in her career, and forever escape her parents. lex aspires to help others in life, and to hopefully find happiness with herself. lex is very shy at first, but then gradually opens up and becomes very fun to be around. lex loves being unique, and being her own person. she often wears handmade bracelets and clothing her grandmother made for her. even though lex is a sad person on the inside, she never shows it on the outside, as in never crying/sulking.
SAMPLE RP. word after word, after word, after word.. lexi had been reading her charms book all afternoon, and this was all she felt she was getting out of it. more words running through her brain, word after meaningless word. she took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then exhaled slowly. life was a roller coaster for her right now, and she was more than ready to get off. she stood up, her cotton pajama pants brushing against the wooden floors below her feet. she walked very slowly to her dresser, not making a single noise on her way there. she picked up her silver brush her grandfather had given her, and slowly brushed through her long, blonde, and wavy locks. she went to her closet, and picked out her blue dress her grandmother made for her and put it on. once she was perfectly groomed, she made her way down to the lake. passing by all of the couples that were so happily in love, she gagged a little, and rolled her eyes at their absent mindedness. once she reached the lake, she sat down and pulled out the book she had been reading for the past few days. it was a very interesting book, and kept her attention for long periods of time. perhaps it was because it was a book about everything she ever wanted, love. to be loved was something lexi yearned for indefinitely, but would never receive. her heart had been torn so many times, it was now nothing, a blank space in her chest, waiting to be whole again. the vivid memories of her childhood raced through her head. the thought of her father putting her down, and mother telling her how much of a mistake she was. she looked down at the grass, and began to yank it out of the grown, one blade at a time. a tear slowly fell from her eye, and she wiped it quickly. looking up at the bright sun, she sighed and wondered if she would ever find happiness. she stood up, not being able to take the romance around her, and decided to take a visit to the owlery. she made her journey up to the owlery, singing a song in her head on the way there. 'should i give up, or should i just keep chasing pavements. even if it leads no where.' when she reached the tower, she went to her owl and attached a letter entitled 'dearest grandma.' The owl flew off with the note, and lex just stood there, gazing at the horizon.

ROUERIE!

[Alise de Chagny]

First Name: Alise

Last Name: Chagny

Age: 17

Appearance:

(Model: Aleksandra Martynyuk)

Alise has a very distinct presence, and that is made all the more noticeable by her appearance. At 5'4", she's rather short, and her bone structure is petite. However, she developed very early and has ample curves and an hourglass figure. Her skin is pale white with a rosy hue, and her face is more suited toward a Renaissance or Rubens painting than the current age. She is beautiful, but many wouldn't call her 'hot.' She is beautiful in a feminine and classical way.

She has a rounded face and a pronounced dimple on her chin. Her nose is small and almost button-like, and her eyes are large and blue. Depending on the lighting and her clothing, her eyes can appear almost teal at times. Her mouth is small but well-shaped, and she carries herself with sensual confidence.

The most noticeable part about her appearance, though, is her hair. It is deep red and curly, generally framing her face in a mess of curls that falls below her shoulder blades. Her smile is warm and easy, and she dresses in flattering and feminine clothes.

History:
In order to learn of Alise's history, you must learn of her family. The Chagny family has been in France for centuries, and they are one of the most respected noble clans in the country. They were one of the few noble families who survived the French Revolution, and they did this by escaping to England until the turmoil was over. They have a long history of magic, and Alise is pure-blood...although her family is very adamant that pure-bloods and muggle-borns are exactly the same. Her father works in the government, and her mother is a retired opera singer. She is Norwegian, but came to Paris to study voice when she was 22. Alise's father met her and they fell in love, prompting her to move to France and get married.

Alise has 3 siblings. Eleanore, Christophe and Rosette. The Chagny Chateau is located in the Pay d'Auge in Normandie, and they also own a large farm. Growing up in privilege, Alise has wanted for nothing. She has always received ample amounts of attention and material luxuries. However, a long history of seers runs on her mother's side. Most of the women in the family are born with psychic abilities, and Alise is no different. Her mother's generation was skipped, but Alise and her sisters are blessed with a second sight...or cursed, as it seems at times. The visions have caused her to experience great emotional and mental stress and confusion, and therefore she has to be careful with who she lets in and trusts. She's been burned before, and her natural trusting nature has been battered. No matter what her mental state, she still has a family to fall back on, but it is quite taxing to deal with feeling crazy throughout her life.

Her father, brother and older sister have all gone to Beauxbatons, as did her father's family and on down the line. She has taken a long leave of absence due to her "gift" interfering with school, so now she is starting over.

Personality:
Alise is kind, compassionate and overly naive at times. She will always stand up for the underdog and the innocent, and will give away everything she has if it means helping someone else. However, she has a nasty temper and is very moody. She is extremely intelligent, but she prefers the creative endeavors. Music, art, writing, theatre, literature, etc. She loves animals and is an excellent horseback rider.

Although she is a very social creature, she needs a lot of alone time. When she's around people, she is extroverted, friendly and sometimes obnoxious. She is fearless to a fault and always willing to make new friends. All this considered, she still spends a lot of time alone. She loves reading, family time and any sort of artistic hobby. She loves history and is considered an 'old soul.'

She is very protective of the innocent or those she loves, and will viciously defend someone if they are threatened in the slightest. You can hurt her and get away with it, but if you hurt someone else, you had better beware. She can be a formidable enemy.

Complicated and unique, Alise is hard to describe in a single description, but her character and personality will reveal itself as you get to know her.

Sample RP:
Alise was late. She was always late. This wasn't to say that she liked or expected tardiness, but no matter how hard she tried, she just never managed to make it anywhere on time. What made this all the worse is that she was late to her favorite class...history of magic. The teacher was one of the best, and she dreaded the look that she'd see when she arrived. Rushing through the stone corridors, she adjusted her book and notebook in her arms as she ran. She nearly knocked over several other students, and shouted out apologies to each one. Her red curls were pulled up into a ponytail and it swung behind her as she jogged up and down steps to reach the classroom.

She wore a knee-length blue skirt that swung around her pale legs, and black flats that made little sound on the marble floor. Her button down white shirt had lace and ruffles at the collar and sleeves, and pearl jewelry adorned her neck and ears. Her make-up was simple and pretty, and her nails were painted dark red.

She panted as she finally reached the door, and she paused to collect herself before she straightened and pushed the door open quietly. Of course, with her luck, it screeched loud enough for the whole class to turn and look at her. Blushing beneath their amused looks, she smiled apologetically at the professor and hurriedly made her way to the empty seat. Before her embarrassment could be finished, though, she tripped over a chair leg and went sprawling to the floor. She rarely cursed, but she accidentally let a frustrated word slip, and several students snickered. She was well-liked, but people were used to her clumsy and accidental trouble-making by now. A couple of classmates bent down to help her, and she sighed before thanking them both and sitting down. By now her face was flushed with the effort, and when she pulled out her notebook, the professor continued with the class. Hey...better late than never, right?

COSSU!

[{ matty moore;]

First Name:
Matthew.

Last Name:
Moore.

Age:
17.

Appearance:


History:
Matty was born October 31, outside of Atlanta, Georgia, the youngest of twins, to Grace and Jakob Moore. Grace was a very gentle soul. A muggle, but very accepting of her husband's "lifestyle", as she called it. She was a very petite woman, standing at only five feet and two inches tall. She had waist-length, platinum blonde hair, and eyes a captivating icy blue. In many ways, her husband was her exact opposite. Jakob had short, black hair, and was fairly tall at around six foot. He came from a pure-blood family, who, for the most part, was completely distraught by the fact that he had married a muggle.

Shortly after the twins were born, the little family rented an apartment right in the heart of Atlanta. The family didn't stay very long, however. The young parent quickly decided that the city was no place to raise their children.
They relocated to a small town in Louisiana. The new family remained quite happy for a few years until things began to go downhill. Jakob Moore began to get bored of family life. He thought he shouldn't have to be a responsible adult all the time. All he did was work, come home, spend time with the wife and kids, and go to sleep just to repeat the same monotonous cycle all over again. And he didn't want to do that for the rest of his life, so one day, Jakob just left home and never came back.

This broke their mother's heart. Grace sunk into a very deep depression, so deep, that Jakob's older brother James had started to come over to check on them everyday. Sometimes, he even was taking care of the twins on days Grace decided she didn't want to get out of bed.

When things began to return to normal, however, there was an accident. Evan and his twin Matty, had been playing in the back yard one night. His mother and James were inside preparing dinner, only stepping outside to check on the boys every once in a while. That particular night just so happened to be a full moon. Nicholas was the first one to see the creature. It was mere seconds later that Evan heard the low, fearsome growl of a werewolf. Precisely at that moment, he began to hear his mother's voice inside his head. "Take care of your brother, Evan. When I'm not around he is your responsibility. Don't let him get hurt. Without even giving it a second thought, Evan suddenly jumped in between his younger brother and the werewolf. This sudden movement surprised and scared the wolf, so it nipped at him. That little nip to the wolf was a very hard bite to a seven-year-old-little boy, however. Evan let out a blood-curdling scream as soon as the wolf's teeth broke through his skin. He screamed loud enough for his mother and uncle to hear, and they immediately came running from the house, scaring off the wolf in the a process.

After that incident, things changed for the twins. Matty’s mother just was not comfortable with him being around his brother. Grace was just convinced that one day, Matty would get bitten during a full moon, whether Evan was taking his potion or not. And before Matty even knew it, his twin wasn’t even living with him and his mother. His mother often times tried to convince Matty that he shouldn’t speak to Evan, or even want to have anything to do with his twin. However, Matty would have none of it. He would sneak away to see Evan and write to him whenever he possibly could.

After Evan was out of the house, Grace and Matty moved around a lot. He has gone to many schools, including Beauxbatons once before, but finally, the two of them ended up settling in Hoboken, New Jersey. After some times, Matty was itching to get away from everything. From New Jersey, from his mother, from the United States itself. With some pleading and bargaining on his part, his got his mother to agree to allow him to live with his aunt, uncle, and brother.


Personality:
Matty is basically his twin brother’s polar opposite. He is quite the social butterfly; he has never met a stranger. He is always a nice, friendly sort of person, unless he is given a reason not to be. He absolutely loves to attract attention; he always wants to be the person that no one can keep their eyes off of. Because of this, Matty always takes notice of the way he looks. He never shows his face in public unless he is under the impression that he looks wonderful. With his loved ones, he can get very protective, to the point where it is a flaw. He would quite honestly fight to the death to protect someone that he loved. He has a good head on his shoulders, but doesn’t pay much attention to his school work, as he thinks it’s just a waste of his time. He’s the type of person who rarely ever gets embarrassed. His emotions are everywhere, all the time. He can go from extremely happy to very sad in a matter of seconds, and his mood will change again just as quickly. He is a loud, sometimes obnoxious sort of person.

Sample RP:
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Evan bit his lip once more, for what seemed like a billionth time, his eyes on Charlotte once more; patiently, Evan was waiting for her to speak again. As she covered her arms, as if she had a cold, he stared at the ground. Honestly, what had he been thinking by coming here? He was just making things so much more difficult for her. Why hadn't he seen that was what he would be doing by seeing her again? Sure, he loved her more than anything else on earth, but maybe it had been somewhat self of him to find her. Evan figured if he had just left her alone, she would have been forgotten about him over time, and, who knows, maybe Charlotte would have been happy. The very thought made Evan completely miserable. He knew it was selfish of him, but he couldn't bare the fact that Charlotte could be happy without him around; and he had a feeling that that feeling might be mutual.

Evan sighed, rubbing at his eyes almost wearily. Despite the fact he was noticeably unhappy, he pulled an honest sincere smile on his face, hoping to offer her comfort of some kind; because it was more than obvious how uncomfortable she was. Still, Charlotte was silent. The silence from Charlotte was starting to disturb him once more. Though, now that Evan began to think about it, if she wasn't silent, or barely speaking, most likely she would be yelling at him. He deserved everything he would hear, he knew it, but that didn't mean he was at all going to enjoy it.

She probably thought he was still drugged out of his mind. Evan sighed, watching as Charlotte looked away from him again. Why wouldn't she look at him for too long? It hurt, it honestly did. He was trying his best not to look as terribly hurt as he felt, but it was proving pointless; it was showing through, much to his disappointment.

Evan bit his lip, she was starting to look more upset than she already was. Great. Nice job, Evaaaan. She had been upset to begin with, now look what he had done. He had upset her even more. He should have just answered her question, and things wouldn't have been so terrible. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, staring at his shoes. There; that was virtually proof he wasn't as high as a kite. He had apologized. Usually if he was on something, he wouldn't have apologized if he had f*cked up pretty bad, or he felt he would gain something out of doing so.

He looked back up at her again. Oh god, he hoped Charlotte wouldn't start crying. If she started crying, he didn't think he would be able to take it. It broke his heart to tiny pieces to see her cry; and if she started crying he felt like bawling his eyes out. At that very though, he saw a single tear slide down her cheek. Evan literally looked like he was about to start crying then and there. "Oh, baby, please don't cry," Evan murmured, his voice pleading. Sure it probably seemed like Evan was trying to avoid a major 'scene' but it was really quite the opposite.

"Am I okay?"

Evan jumped slightly. He wasn't shocked that she was nearly yelling at him, but it didn't surprise him or hurt any less. He noticed her shaking horribly. He looked slightly pained at this. He shouldn't have come, he was just making everything horrible for her.

"I had to go, Charlotte," Evan murmured calmly. "You know I wouldn't have done anything to quit if I had stayed." It was true; around Charlotte, drugged or not, he felt a sense of security. Like he was safe, and nothing and no one could hurt him. Evan winced, "I'm sorry," he apologized again. He could apologize over and over and over, but he felt he could never tell her how sorry he was. Sure it sounded cliche'. It was true, though.

"And I'm not mad at you, I just."

Evan's jaw dropped open. What? That was the last thing on earth Evan had expected to hear. He had expected to hear how angry she was with him, how he should have tried to contact her, how he should have told her where he was going, and how he was doing. Anything but what she had just said. "What-- I mean, really?" Evan couldn't believe it. Finally, Charlotte looked him in the eye for more than a millisecond. Much to his even greater surprise, she grabbed his hands and squeezed them. You wanna know how happy he was? He was so happy the thought he was going to spontaneously combust. The happiest he had been in a long time.

He gently squeezed her hands back. "Thank you," Evan whispered, gently kissing her on her forehead. "Why are you here?" Evan smiled. What he said was short, sweet, and true: "I can function without you, Char, and I was getting pretty fxcking sick of California. " Yeah. He never wanted to go back to California for as long as he lived. And he truthfully could not function without Charlotte in his life, or at least somewhere nearby; so that's why he had come.

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SOURNOIS!

[maddygutta]

First name: Madeline (Maddy)
Last name: Gutta
Age: 13
Appearance:

History:Madeline Gutta was born on 18thof February1999 in Surville,France.She was the second child of her parents.Both of them worked for the French Ministry of Magic. She had an older brother who went to Durmstrang. Her parents wanted her to attend Durmstrang along with her brother as all of her family had gone there but she wanted to go to Beauxbatons instead as she wasn’t very close with her family.
Personality:Madeline was a very stubborn girl and she always got what she wanted.She was very girly at times and hated sports and most other activities.The only things she liked were Music,Clothes and gossiping.She had a large circle of friends but she hated most of them.And also all the adults liked her and had a very good opinion about her as she had a very innocent face and an angelic smile but she was very cunning.
Sample RP:
It was the last day of school and all of Madeline’s friends were giving each other their home addresses and telling each other how much they were gonna miss each other.A few of them were even crying.Madeline was really irritated by them and thought to herself that they were acting like babies.She herself wasn’t going to miss them even a little bit.She was happy that she could get away from them during the holidays but she wasn’t looking forward to going home.Her older brother had become a proffesional quidditch player ater he had graduated from school and her parents were making her go and watch him play some match.She absolutely loathed sports.But that was slightly better than school where she was sorrounded by these airheads.

Could you please expand your appearance, personality and RP sample. There should be at least 2-3 paragraphs in the RP sample.