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[maddygutta]

(Madeline Gutta)
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[lilyannoite]

First Name: Lily

Last Name: Annoite

Age: 11

Appearance:


History:
The Annoite family is an ancient, pureblood family, all French right the way back. None of it are snotty and proud of their blood. Each and every family member was talented in a special way, and very successful in whatever they did. The family has always been quite musical, with the occasional artist, for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Lily's first name, obviously, came from a beautiful flower, which her mother had always loved. There was a long list of possible names for her when she was born, finally narrowing down to Primrose and Lily, which weren't really French names, like all of her siblings and relatives. Her middle name was May because of the month she was born in. Annoite, of course, couldn't be changed, and the second was because her mother's name was also Lily.

Lily May Annoite II was born in her parents' bedroom, on the 1st of May, in a giant house in France, as the youngest of five children. Her brothers and sisters always teased her, but they got on well sometimes. At the age of three, her youngest sister died after becoming very ill. The family grieved, and never really got over Mina's death. She was Lily's favorite sibling, but she didn't really understand.

As she grew older, she began to develop a passion for drawing and painting, and was very talented. Lily also had a beautiful singing voice, and spent all of her spare time on them. She plays the flute and the guitar. The family sent her to Beauxbatons, where all of them had spent, and enjoyed, their school days.

Personality:
Lily is extremely artistic and can be very distracted when she is concentrating on a new piece of art of has an idea for a tune in her head. She is also quite cheery and is hardly ever in a bad mood. When she is in a bad mood, her temper is extremely hot, and nobody would want to be the one that she's shouting at. The other bad mood is when she has recieved bad news and won't talk to anyone, but be grumpy and sad, daydreaming in a quiet place.

Sample RP:
Lily sighed as she walked along the shiny corridor. She'd been planning on doing some exploring, but had just realised she had some homework to do, and she hadn't owled home yet. It was a shame, because almost anything could give her inspiration for a new song or tune, and that was what she wanted at that moment in time. Homework didn't give her any ideas, it just lost the ideas she already had.

Lily smoothed down the skirt of her little, blue, casual dress, decorated with tiny pink roses all over it. Her shoulder-length hair had two little matching hairclips with roses on them. Her shoes were the exact same pink as the roses and her necklace also had a rose. Her tights were see-through and hardly noticable if anyone looked at Lily's pale legs. Yes, she was very colour co-ordinated. Maybe it was something to do with her artistic personality.

Instead of turning round to go to the owlery and do her homework, the young girl carried on skipping along the corridor. The homework could wait and she could do the letter later. Exploring was much more fun. As her little flats tapped on the polished floor, they made a little tapping noise. A tune began to develop in her head and she stopped, lost in a daydream for a minute. This could be a really good tune of the flute if she could just remember it.

She scrambled in her pocket for a notebook. It was a bit battered, but it was there. Oh no, now she had to find a pen. Good, there it was. Lily scribbled the tune down, not bothering about handwriting or neatness. There. Brilliant. Now she could explore.

Could you please expand your personality and change your display name to match the name of your character.

[hye-min lee]

First Name: Hye-min (Pronounced Heh Min)

Last/family Name:
Lee

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:
Hye-min's received her mother's feminine beauty. Her skin is alabaster. She has long, slightly wavy dark brown hair that falls a few inches below her shoulders. Her eyes are of a hazel colour. Standing tall at 5"7, she is of slender build.

History:
Hye-min's Muggle parents, Min Ho Lee and Tae Hee Hwang met at high school in South Korea. Theirs was a typical love story; the shy male running after the popular female, only to be avoided and turned down. Of course, they had their happy ending. Only two years out of high school, they married, and soon after, Hye-min was born on the twenty-fourth of April, at the crack of dawn.
A few hours after the birth, Tae Hee lied there. Her dream had become a reality; she had a family. She closed her eyes. The sound of the heavy breathing of her sleeping husband filled the room. Her tiny newborn baby lying in her arms, with her slightly smiling lips and perfect little curls. Her hand was clutching her mother's little finger. Tae Hee smiled and took in the moment. Her life was complete.
She died that morning.

The doctors said it was postpartum haemorrhaging. Minho, her husband, didn't care. His love had left him and he had a child to look after. He tried his best to bring his daughter up in the right way but no matter what, he couldn't replace Hye-min's mother. They migrated to England when Hye-min was very young, with Minho wanting a fresh start. South Korea had too many memories he'd wanted to leave behind.

Day after day, Hye-min would ask about her mother and why she didn't have one, and day after day Minho couldn't explain.

Hye-min grew up without the love of a mother, which resulted in her slightly hardened personality and coldness. But Minho saw how she was so like her mother in ways; the way she bit her lip when she thought, her sarcasm, her contagious laugh, and her powerful singing voice.

Hye-min received her letter for Hogwarts at the age of eleven. Her father discouraged it at first, saying magic and witchcraft was the Devil's work. Hye-min, being the determined person she is, made him come around soon after, and so Hye-min attended Hogwarts for five years. Hye-min read about Beauxbatons, and, much as she loved attending Hogwarts, her heart pined for the French school.

Personality:
Hye-min may come across as shy and cold at times but once you get to know her she's very loving, playful and selfless. She is always determined and willing to work hard to get the desired result. She's never short of ambition and is sometimes sly to get what she wants. She tends to be a very private person and has a hard time trusting people. Hye-min has a creative personality and likes singing and painting.

Sample RP:
Hye-min hummed her favourite song as she walked along the corridor. She was late for History of Magic. As if she cared. She was always late, no matter how hard she tried to make it on time. Her father was always scolding her for this, and he told her she was just like her mother in her tardiness. Hyemin debated with herself. She didn't want to go to History of Magic, but she didn't fancy getting into trouble for skiving. She decided to skive. Life's too short to spend time in sweltering hot classrooms being forced to learn about something you have absolutely no interest in, she thought. She wasn't insolent or even generally rebellious, she just detested wasting time, and frankly, History of Magic.

Hye min walked outside and sat next to the lake, under her favourite oak tree. It was a hot, sunny day. She took off her sandals and dipped her toes in the water. She smoothed out the creases of her brown midi skirt. It was one of her favourite skirts as it once belonged to her mother in her teenage years. Perfect fit, Hye-min thought. It was one of those items which never seemed to go out of fashion, but even if it did, she'd still wear it. Hye-min pulled out a book from her beige bag and lost herself in the words.

Cossu or Rouerie.... Rouerie!

[monet]

First Name: Monet
Last Name: Dawson
Age: seventeen
Appearance:
History: Monet was born into a pure Muggle family. Her dad is a Professor on World History and her mother works with children in the schools who need special attention because of their disabilities. Monet being the middle child of three children, her older brother is studying different cultures of the world at the age of nineteen and her younger brother is still in school. Growing up with boys can either make a girl love girl things even more or expose herself to the habits of boys and act like them. Monet had decided to be one of the boys and was considered to be one of the boys as well. Her brothers never liked this too much because they thought Monet always grabbed the attention of their friends. She had a contagious giggle and she always had something to say.

While Monet grew up, she slowly began to find her own interests. She had always loved to sing, even if it was just around the house or in the shower. Her Muggle music teacher back in elementary school told her that she had a beautiful voice. Taking this to heart, Monet had decided at the age of ten she was going to be a musician one day. Literally the next day she had gotten her mother to buy her a guitar and later in the week a piano. Monet began to teach herself how to play the piano. Her mother, glad that her daughter was taking an interest in other things besides sports and videogames had helped her with the notes since she had played skillfully as a child.

Just three weeks after her epiphany, Monet had experienced something normal Muggles never do: magic. She had made the piano play music by itself. Thinking that her brothers had played some sick joke on her, Monet had waved it off. The next morning an official from a school called Hogwarts had said that Monet was a witch and had the chance to attend a boarding school to improve her magic skills. Monet had never really been too interested in magic or fantasy, but being young, Monet had accepted even before her parents could grasp the concept. They knew that there was no refusing to Monet since she had her heart set on going to Hogwarts.

And so it was. She had been sorted into Gryffindor for her ability to stick up for people because it was the right thing to do and she could be a bit forceful with arguments about certain topics like muggle sports versus quidditch. So how does Monet end up at Beauxbatons anyways? Before her sixth year, she was given the opportunity to study abroad in France at the school of Beauxbatons. It would be here that Monet would find that she loves France and the culture and most of all the people.

Personality: Monet has always been a talkative girl. She voiced her opinions and loved a healthy argument. She had a soft spot for the quiet and weak whenever people bullied them. She had been known for sticking up for people that were shy. Monet wasn't into harmony or peace too much since she grew up with two brothers, but Monet always liked to think that people should treat others with respect no matter what. Monet is quite the believer in respect. Besides her talkative outbursts paired with occasional rudeness, Monet loves to laugh and try a new things. She is after all a muggleborn and has no clue what the wizarding world is capable of. Even being a student for six years, Monet is still finding new things to learn about.

She still thinks she's going to be a musician when she graduates though. She's had her heart set on it and she's quite talented with the piano and an average guitar player. Her voice is truly phenomenal though. She had quite the range from the many lessons she had. The high notes are still a bit high for her, but she's more of a middle to low range of note singer. She sings where ever she goes; through the halls, in the shower, in class ( humming of course ) and out with her friends. It annoys her peers sometimes with all her constant singing, but she also was offered the transfer option because of the houses at Beauxbatons, eager to see what they offered. She's not considered a daredevil, but she jumps into new opportunities like it's a nice warm bath waiting for her.

So, a brash, reckless, adventurous, musical, defying others, and laughable is exactly the words that describe Monet. She's has more depth than that of course, but to those that don't know her, those words would flash above her like a cheesy, flashing vegas sign. Monet always takes advantage of the silence since it's so rare and she loves to wake up early. Her sleep schedule isn't very accurate with how many hours she gets or doesn't get either.

Sample RP: The great thing about being a witch is the awesome traveling. No more airplane flights or car rides that made people sick. With just a flick of a wand, someone could disappear from one spot and appear in another spot. The world was truly tiny with wizards. For Monet, it was travelling by Floo Power. It wasn't Monet's favorite since she always sneezed for five minutes after arriving to where ever she needed to be. Could someone be allergic to Floo Powder? Monet wondered.

There Monet stood in a little pub and then suddenly someone had Apparated next to her with her luggage. This was the person that was going to deliver her to Beauxbatons with hopefully no problem. Already in the heart of France, Monet followed the adult to a train station where she figured she would be transported to the school without being followed by Muggles. It was always strange calling people without magic Muggles since she had been a Muggle at one point and called everybody else humans. They technically were all humans, but that was too broad and general.

Onto the train she got and sat by herself, not really knowing anybody. The train ride had been a bore to Monet. She practically slept the whole time and upon arriving, Monet had a red mark from sleeping on her bag. It was finally time for her to get sorted! Walking up to the castle, Monet thought it looked very grand and prestigious. It almost looked better than Hogwarts! Monet thought, still in awe. Everything passed by Monet in a blur and before she knew it, she was standing in front of an object that she figured would sort her. It was a beautiful royal blue cloak. Placed on her, she felt the weight on the cloak press on her knees. Anticipating the moment, she waited for something to happen.

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You have qualities of two of the houses... Cossu!

[biancacole]

First Name: Bianca
Last Name: Cole
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:
History: Bianca was born in the center of Paris. She grew up in with her muggle parents where she loved the architecture of the city she was often found simply walking around the town from dawn till dusk taking pictures in her head of the beauty of the city. She attended a normal primary school where she excelled in Biology as well as Mathematics and had plans to live her life as a theoretical physicist. At the age of eleven she received an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons and realized a large amount of her scientific prowess- for example, her making plants grow and being able to make bubbles in solutions- was in fact her magical powers bursting out of her. Her parents are called Agnes and Ben Cole. They enrolled her in dance at a young age which she excelled in but kept secret. Her parents were sweet and often showered her with sweets and lovely dresses which she adored. However they were often absent and went to wild parties each night with artists and musicians. Bianca was accepted by her peers initially but eventually strayed from the lime light. This eventually led to her being excluded from the class socially, with no partners or friends. No one was ever outright nasty to Bianca but she often did feel lonely.
Personality:
Bianca is a fair girl. She however is not impressed by long amounts of talk and is often very blunt and to the point. She has little patience and is very quiet, preferring to observe people rather than interact openly with them. She is however great at convincing people to do things, although they are usually surprised by this. Bianca's favorite pastime is laughing and she often does without speaking at all, through eavesdropping.
Sample RP:
Bianca was late for class. Although she did love potion making and was deeply interested in it, she was not in the mood to hazard a sprint down the corridor, instead she walked. Bianca walked in long strides which were very slow. She observed the beauty of the hall as she walked down and caught the eyes of a few students. She grinned at a first year who was concentrating hard on her book as she jogged down the corridor, her shoes moved so fast along the marble floor that they made a squeaking sound. Bianca found herself slowly imitating the first year's steps in attempt to find some sort of inspiration. She did two quick steps and then a quick turn, then four quick steps and an arm raise. With a jolt she realized that she was dancing in the corridor and decided to fall into it. Oh how she loved to dance! She threw herself down the corridor, writhing her hips and twirling her fingers, her shoes kept the beat as she made her way down the corridor stopping in front of the door to her potions class. She knocked once and then made her way in, the teacher immediately reprimanded her, 'Why are you late?'
'Dancing'.

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Please expand your personality and your RP sample. RP sample's should be at least 2-3 paragraphs long. Could you also fix your display name to match the name in your application - two separate names.

[demeter]

First Name: Demeter
Last Name: Kuro
Age: 17
Appearance:



History:
Demeter was born in an orphanage, and was bullied their by fellow orphans. In school he made straight As, and was the geeky one. He was a loner, but the one friend he did have was also mistreated. When he got his letter his friend cried. He was going to be their alone. Demeter also shared the fear of being a lone at this new school.

Once, there he never wanted to leave. When the summer came he would tell his friend everything. Here at this school he also made straight As, and was no longer a loner. He found out many new things about himself. Most of them being he liked to study, read, and laugh.

Personality:
Demeter is outgoing, crazy, cruel, and fun mixed into one body. He loves to party, and hangout with close friends. Plus he likes to be mean sometimes, but not to his friends. He is kind of crazy. He loves weird creatures, and he is daring. One thing he most defiantly acquires in himself is geek~traits such as loving to study, read, and loves test.
Sample RP:

David awoke with a startle. He grabbed his wand. For he heard something drop in his accommodations. He wanted to go in the family room , but something told him not to. What if it was a robber, a maniac, or even a muggle.

He peered through the door. He could not see a single sign of a thief, or anything else for that fact. His eye rolled around in his eye socket trying to see if anything was there. Yet still there was no sign of anything. Not even a mouse.

He slid the door open a pinch, and slide through. He winced around the small room that was lit by a dying fire. Nothing, was here. He wondered could they have gone in the kitchen. That is where he heard the noise. He quickly thrust the door open. " Whose their" he demanded while raising his wand. There was his answer. It was snuffles his cat. He walked over to her. " Ypi scared me, Snuffles. Go to bed". The cat began to walk away. He watched her go into her room, and he walked cautiously back to his bed to retire for the rest of the night.

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Please expand your personality and your RP sample a little more before you get sorted. Thank you!

[moon]

First Name: Panthea
Middle Name:Pandoriso
Last Name: Sunkessler
Name She Gave Herself: Reaper Pandora
Special Ability: Animagus and Metamorphous(Her Animagus is a mix between a house cat and a large bengal tiger. ^^)
Blood Type: Pureblood
Age: 15
Appearance: i1024.photobucket.com/albums/y308/momomaner/photo-168.jpg
History: Panthea, or Theso, as she was most commonly called, lived in an Orphanage most of her Life. Born to wealthy Purebloods, she was dropped off at an Orphanage, just inside the Muggles' district of London. 

By most of her life, one means until she was three. At that age, her new family came. Born blind, they felt sorry for the child, and of course- they knew who she was. They'd received instructions from her biological parents- and therefore, assumed the girls parents last name. Sunkessler. 

Thus, the girl was dubbed Panthea- just as her mother had demanded. Later on, her parents were introduced into her life, as Mama and Papa; the ones who had adopted her were known by their first-names; Kyle and Juliett. Mama and Papa were Reacharè Dublïn-Sunkessler, and Jãène Sunkessler. And they were rich. Yet none of their money went to Panthea. 

The child was living in a poor home, with adopted parents, and biological parents, who were to cheap to buy her actual food. They merely treated her as though she was garbage; hence, she learned to fight boys, and kill rodents with stones- and then how to cook them. She learned to steal, even. 

It was no surprise, that by the time she was thirteen no letter had come- offering her a place within an Academy. By the age of fifteen, the girl was a total tomboy, and problem child. She carried daggers around, and fought. Usually she started the fights. 

The time her letter arrived, she found out about 'Mama' and 'Papa', along with the other two Sunkesslers'. Upon finding they only wanted her, so that they could get more money off of her- when she worked, she ran away. Panthea stole around three million, in gold... Not like the Sunkesslers' needed it anyway. She left for the Academy then, and renamed herself, so to say- Reaper Pandora. 
Personality: She is a harsh tomboy, with no acclimation for girls clothing. She has her moments, when she is with true friends- people she trusts- that she is bubbly and hyper as can be. Though she is straight, she doesn't have any Randy's for the opposite sex. She believes all men are assholes, and that they deserve to go to Hell. She is also one of those atypical fighting girls; always starting fights, taking dares, and betting. 
Typically a loner, she'll open up if one takes the time to get past her cold exterior, and open her shell. If you gain her trust, then loose it, you may as well expect your life to be made a living Hell. 
She is one who would rather slam your teeth in, then look at you. Though, she is a good student, she's usually the hated one amongst her peers and teachers. She was raised being nothing- and her beliefs are that she is nothing. At certain times, one may catch her resemblance to an actual child- with her amazement with Gnomes and other mythical things.
Sample RP: Panthea glanced about the Commons, signing. She leaned back, her feet on the table, ebony hair in her eyes. Huffing, she pulled her blindfold back down, hiding her blind eyes from view. She acted normal- even though she couldn't see. Meaning she'd glance about, yet she saw blackness. Her hair changed slightly, as she listened to the sounds in the room. Closing her eyes, she went to sleep, only to be met with night terrors. 
Oh, Reaper. Real any souls for me today? This used to be her fathers favorite saying. Oh, Panthy! Your mother says she's proud! Another one of those lies they told to try and get her home. Pandoriso! You get home, now! Another threat, most likely. Then the scenes started. Gore and bloodshed. Gasping, the girl screeched- waking to find herself in the chair, alright. Alone. And. Alright. Breathing heavily, she went back to sleep. 

Fifteen minutes later, she was slammed awake, as her roommate, Darina, sat on her bed. Huffing, the girl whined, "What, Dare?" Her friendlier personality was showing itself to her friend. Darina grinned, puckering her lips. "Well, I gotta date, my wallflower. C'mon, we have a party to get too!" She pushed Panthea out of the bed, hopping up again, and striding to the vanity. Opening it, Darina began selecting a dress for Panthea--as she was dressed already.

Panthea sighed--she would rather stay in bed, but oh well... At least she could still be the wallflower at the parties. The girl they talked about. Donning her silken dress, which was a simple white dress, that met with her ankles. This dress Fae away every one of her curves, outlining her hips. She had allowed Darina to put her hair atop her head, going through a golden daisy tiara, curled.

And with that, they started out. She didn't mind dressing up, when it was for Darina--this didn't bother her in the least. Sighing quietly, Panthea gazed about, as they reached the party--bright lights. Lots of people. She immediately darted to stand in a corner, watching.

Could you please expand on your RP sample to 3 paragraphs? Possibly adding a little more to her personality so I have a better idea of which house she should belong to. Thanks.

[lettie]

First Name: Lettie
Last Name: Harper
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:

History: The fruit of Vienna, Italy; a rich culture has been imbued into Lettie from birth. Growing up practically wading through the water to get into her home, the smell alone could make you feel as if the canals were engulfing you, there wasn't a day in her fifteen years where she didn't see the Navicelli channel. With Austria a girl's throw away she often visited the mountains with aunts and uncles to enjoy the clean air, sort of a recharge for her otherwise bluntly ignored nose. If it wasn't the stench coming off from the canal it was the smell of baked goods overwhelming her senses.

On days when she felt ill, and she often did because of the lethal combo, she'd push herself as far as she could away from it and into the belly of the city. It was then she realized just how often she would need a change of pace for however long she should live. Food or polluted waters didn't sour her afternoons and mornings, it was boredom. On an outing like any other her papa introduced her to a friend of the family, and of course because everyone always stayed in their small circle of friends with similar interests, he was a baker as well. Whenever she remembered him and is little wife she would smile, they taught her how to bake bread and she was grateful for that, no matter how annoying the pair were.

She had attended muggle only schools, because really she couldn't have predicted having to forcefully start over elsewhere, and did quite hideously poor. Upon opening her letter with ever curious parents skimming through it faster than she was, it was decided after spaciously delicious tea and crumpets that their "special" girl would enroll. Both the mother and father were in a pleasant uproar squealing about how their strange child may finally fit in. Magic had never crossed the girl's mind, not that she denied it anyway. It simply was, and simply indeed, that she was cross with herself for not becoming aware of it sooner. Years of people blah blah-ing and ruining dreams god himself must of had a hand in all wasted. Not that she'd turn back the clock if she could, she likes to move forward not backwards with the sole intent of exacting her revenge... she probably grow tired of it after the first twenty or victims, give or take a few.

Between all of this she was a fairly normal human child who caught in a good mood may have even helped lost tots or rescued drowning kittens. Of course, no one has ever witnessed such acts of kindness since... Well there was a time in second grade where she offered a sickly boy a tissue. He sneezed on lunch just as she was to share it with him, she inwardly went cold turkey from mingling. The food itself was secondary because really it was only there to warm the box because who wants to nap on a not so toasty block?

Personality: Lettie is a prim and proper one; still, there is something about her that tells you that she probably dislikes you and your opinions. Truthfully she is an open minded individual when thoughts aren't being spouted in her ear however she can't stand to hear people run their mouths on and on. Repetitiveness in general is simply beyond her limit. Though frequently wanting to be amused her expression is usually candid at best. It is her own unfortunate misery that she becomes bored as quickly as she does. Her plan is to take as many courses as possible if only to divert her ever waning attention span. Grades matter little to her after all.

A smile though rare even in these instances is only ever witnessed upon closing her eyes. Sleep is a much welcomed pastime for the odd girl as it offers fantastical dream lands and refugee from an otherwise dull night, or day. To her it really doesn't matter when she chooses to doze off, she just does it. Her head is the clearest when not fogged up by the annoyances of being aware. While it would take one bucket of water to wake the average lady or gent she'd need two if not more to be snapped back into reality.

Considerably an intelligent young lady, if she applied herself, she'll more than likely distance herself from teachers to avoid any suspicion that she may just be lazy instead of dim-witted. She despises being scrutinized or lectured on flaws she has long since noted. Change, surprisingly, doesn't match up to her flighty nature; she loves to hop from place to place but she as a person doesn't wish to alter herself, for worse or better.

There just might be a way to sway her to take part in others dealings. Claiming herself a resident to a cake and goodies shop for the entirety of her youth, til now, it's just one of those things. Eating crepe after double chocolate fudge after another such sugary treat can put wear and tear on anyone's sweet tooth. Instead and a great deal more, she prefers the joys of making and consuming bread. If she'd have to pride herself in something it is her aptitude as a baker, just don't ask her to frost any of her creations. Cozy foods usually drains her more than comforts but bread, bread must be eaten warm and most certainly fresh. In her mind her youth is fragmented and unappealing so in this aspect academy will do as it is direly difficult to not at least be at par with her past.

Sample RP: Gingerly the blonde blinked away the snowflakes on her lashes. Two fiercely silver clouds of color stared back at whoever looked past the fringed veils to her eyes. The bitter cold made her bones feel stiff and unwilling to cooperate. So it was slowly that she put her arms around herself and began to rub her rib cage, not that she'd hasten any if said limbs had been limber. Long thin white sleeves seemed to vanish against the wintry waste. No children were laughing off the extra vacation time the season brought, but were instead indoors warding off the frigidness of it all. For once she agreed that the schools needed to be closed until the storm let up a bit. If the sun is shining bright by the time you wake, you can though grudgingly go to your classes.

Her torso and head turned to observe a van sputtering in the snow, heh someone must have tried to brave the blizzard and ended up getting stuck. She knew her parents would have her head if she didn't offer what she now saw was a man, as he pulled himself out of the car cursing the heavens up and down, a seat by the hearth in her humble abode. Yes they had a hearth and yes it is used. Lettie slightly tilted her head not in curiosity but as her own unique way of pouting, his legs are probably stiff so mother would have it that I escort him up to the second floor. Had it been a man of younger blood she would have let him freeze with his most likely swollen pride but the stubby gray 5'oclock shadow couldn't gleam any brighter in those obnoxious headlights.

Drip... Drip... Splatter. Dear lord how did frost melt so quickly from one man. She tossed her head lightly as she muttered so low that a mouse would struggle to hear the following string of words "Make yourself at home, my parents have already been informed of your arrival and tea is waiting for you in the den." She struggled to smile at the soaking fool before she settled into the room before him. She knew that her mother have her entertain him while they cleaned up shop early, and she further knew that her cheeks and eyes would be sore by the end of this.

Subconsciously she rubbed the back of her head ajar to her right ear, she didn't feel like getting thwacked with a newspaper for acting honestly again towards a guest... not that small talk was any better than sugar coated insults. Ah but this was one night in the life of a loving daughter, may weak hearts unite and implode.

Excellent application. Rouerie!

[Cheyenne Black]

First Name: Cheyenne
Last Name: Black
Age:17
Appearance:
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Patronus:Horse

History:
Cheyenne Black was the only daughter out of 13 kids so you can see how she felt a little left out. Though all her brothers went to hogwarts Cheyenne decide she waould go live with her great great great great aunt in paris, france that way when she came of age she would be allowed to go to beauxbatons. She did not know who her father was for she was the only one with a diffrent father then the rest of her brother, her mother always told her that her father was a great man and that he loved to draw and write just like cheyene did. but the thing they shared the most love for was the horses that were on the farm. Cheyenne's mother on the other hand wanted cheyenne to be a proper yourg lady so she was strict with her witch caused cheyenne to rebel and because of that she went unnoticed. she shared a strong relastionship with only three of her brother they where Albert who was the second oldest he was the ripe age of 28, he shared her love of animals and nature. Blair is another one he is 23 years of and sharesd her love of writing he was the only one who encoraged her to keep going on her writing even if their mother did not approve of it, and lastly her brother Garrick he is only a year older then her and shares her love of drawing all of her brothers were sorted in to Ravenclaw but she wanted to stand out and be diffrent.

Personality:
Well for starters she is kind of a tomboy she loves being outside with nature if you can't find her in her room drawing or writing or in a classroom studying you might want to check outside because the whole skirt and dresses thing is not for her sure she will wear them but on a rare occation.
next she is kind of original she does the stuff no one would think a girl should do of course when she wears skirts or dresses you will always find that her shoe of choose is the cowboy boots. she loves wearing stuff thats out of the norm. she is also very protective yes she may come from a big family but she is the only one that can make fun of them if anyone insults her famly she is on girl you do not want to mess with. She is very loyal to her friends and family. And she is shy she does npt make friends very easily.

Sample RP:
Cheyenne knew that anyday now she would be getting her letter to Beauxbaton's she could not wait, suddenly she heard her Great Aunt calliing her "Cheyenne come inside from that dreaded pasture one of these days those horses are going to trompal you to death. Now Come on. "
Cheyenne rolled her eyes and yelled back " You worry to much aunt Elsie these horses know i won't hurt them so they won't hurt me." with a sigh she said 'And why do i have to come inside its only 2:00?"
Cheyenne knew her aunt would soon get tired of waitting but she finally got the reply she had been waitting for
"You've got a letter." her aunt said
Cheyenne took off running thtough the pasture over the fence and into the house she had mud on her shoes so once she hit the tile in the parlor she went slidding right into her great aunt.

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[camille bonnet]

First Name: Camille
Last Name: Bonnet
Age: 13

Appearance: Camille has startling gray eyes that go nicely with her white blonde hair. She doesn't have much bone structure but she is still young. Her hair is cut choppily in layers with grown-out bangs that Camille parts to the side. Camille is also unbelievably pale with a nice complexion. But her complexion isn't always perfect, sometimes she'll get acne on her chin, after all, she's 13. Camille has white eyelashes that she hates. She often puts on mascara, but mostly on her top lashes. Camille is averagely pretty. She doesn't care about her appearance as though it was her life, but she'd rather not go out looking like a troll. Although Camille is asked a lot, she does not dyes her hair. It comes from her great-grandmother, who was supposedly a veela. At least that's what her mother says. Camille's style isn't anything over the top. She mostly wears jeans, her favorite beanie, converse, and a simple t-shirt and scarf. Camille hates it when girls obsess about their clothing. She wants people to like her for who she is and not how she looks.
History: Camille grew up in the Jura mountain area of France. It is often called the "Little Siberia" because of it's extremely cold temperatures. Camille has 3 sisters and lives with her single mom. Adela, the oldest of the sisters, is almost 19 and stays home with her mother, who is nearly always falling ill. Adela gets a steady income from her job as a clerk in the Boutiques. Therese is the second oldest at 16 years old. She attends Hogwarts as an exchange student. Genevieve is the youngest of the bunch and stays home with Adela and her mother since she is only 7. Camille's father died when she was only 3 and her mother hasn't been the same since. Her mother always had some sort of epidemic when Camille was young. Camille's mother was forced to hire a nanny. Isabelle Dupont was their nanny. Isabelle was much like a mother to Camille. Isabelle still works for the Bonnet family, taking care of little Genevieve. Unlike her mother, Camille almost never got sick and would often go outside and build snow forts or snowmen. Camille was also tutored by Isabelle instead of going to school. Isabelle just taught her things that would help her when she went to wizarding school. Camille always hoped to get in to Beauxbatons because that was where Isabelle had gone. When Camille got her letter to Hogwarts she was a bit disappointed. But, then she also got a letter to Beauxbatons and she was ecstatic. But, her mother wanted her to study in an English school for a while, so that she could improve on her English. Camille unhappily went to Hogwarts for 2 years. Ms. Bonnet would constantly get owls from Camille's teachers, saying that she was nothing but trouble. Little did her mother know, Camille was doing this on purpose, so that her mother would be forced to send her to Beauxbatons. And forced she was, because Camille is now going to Beauxbatons as a third year.
Personality: Camille is extremely stubborn and always has a way of getting what she wants. Camille is often very dramatic and a bit mad around her family, but around other people she is very quiet and shy. Camille is very clever as well from years of tutoring from Isabelle. But, Camille would often rather be somewhere else during her classes. She dislikes Transfiguration with all her heart, but loves Potions. Camille hopes to one day be a teacher at Beauxbatons, but knows thins dream is a bit far-fetched. Camille feels as though she can only be herself around people she knows well. Camille can be quick to judge, but also very sympathetic. Camille hates to see others who aren't happy, and often feels the need to cheer them up. Camille only has a few friends at a time and never really fits in with any clique. Camille has never been even close to popular in her life. But, Camille doesn't care. She doesn't want people to like her for her social status. Camille is often friends with people who are nothing like her, but somehow she likes them.
Sample RP: Camille's white blonde hair swayed, along with the trees, in the winter wind. She was outside, standing in the almost knee-length snow, wondering why on earth people like Quidditch so much. It was a rather stupid sport, and most of the players were rather stupid as well. How could these Hogwarts kids be so fond of it? There was nothing special to it. People just rode on broomsticks, throwing balls at each other. Camille rolled her eyes. Being in Ravenclaw, she was expected to be good at everything, but she wasn't. She dreaded Professor McGonagall's rants on different ways of holding your wand and History of Magic was even worse, if that was even possible. Camille saw one of the boys who had made fun of her accent fall off his broom. Camille smirked to herself. She wished she had stayed in the castle, as old and dusty as it was. Then she could have curled up next to a fireplace and read a book. Quidditch matches were the only time she could get some peace and quiet in her dormitory. But, Camille had been pressured to come since it was the last match of the year and Ravenclaw was playing Gryffindor. "Camille, aren't you going? It's the biggest match of the year! Plus, you have to help me support Ravenclaw!" Camille's only friend, Katrina had said. Katrina was extremely popular. She was like a doll, with her big brown eyes and perfectly curly dirty-blonde hair. Camille still wondered why Katrina had ever befriended her in the first place. Maybe, she felt bad for me, being alone and all. Camille thought. Camille's mind wandered. But, her thoughts were soon interrupted by cheering and talking into microphones. "Gryffindor has done it again! Ladies and Gentlemen, your Gryffindor players..." Camille rolled her eyes and ignored the speaker. Katrina, who sat next to her, seemed only slightly sad. "Well, at least it's not as bad as last year." Katrina said, sighing. This was their second and last year together. Camille would miss Katrina, but only a little. Camille never really felt comfortable around Katrina. There was always a voice in the back of her head saying "Katrina's no good. She's only your friend because she felt bad for you." Camille joined Katrina in her sighing and thought of Beauxbatons to make her feel better.

Sournois.

[alonadare0912]

First Name: Alona
middle: Angelique
Last Name: Dare
Age: 11
Appearance:
Alona has blue eyes from her mother and brown hari from her father. She has pale white skin and is very soft. Alona has wavy brown hair again inheirited from her father and bangs that always find their way onto her eyes.
History: Alona is a British girl living in Paris. She came from a rather normal family. She had one pair of parents that were very happy together. Alona had two sisters, a twin named Stella Angelica Dare and a eighteen year old elder named Sabrina Karleene Dare. They were all happy just until the accident.

It was a snowy winder night and the twins were turning the age of five this day. Their parents were a bit busy that day, but promised that they would be home as early as they could. Sabrina saw how it was already 8:00 PM and they were still not home. She called them and they said that they were on their way, but there was traffic so they would be late. They never returned. Instead the three sisters received a phone call from the hospital saying that their parents were pronounced dead from an accident.

Alona and her sister were not allowed into the morgue, but Alona knew what was going on. She knew exactly what was going on, but Stella thought something else. No one knew what went on inside of her mind, but the next day she was not in bed next to Alona. The two sisters searched through all of Paris and found nothing. Because they had no other family near by the two sisters stayed inside of an orphanage, just until Sabrina turned eighteen.

When the eldest did the two moved out of Paris and into a different place in the country. They moved to the city of Cannes which was located in Southern France.
Personality: Alona is a shy girl, but can play instruments to express her feelings like the violin, cello, piano, and flute. Her sister says that she inheirited this virtuso trait from her mother. Alona is not very bright when it comes to studies, but she tries very hard in studious activities to maintain atleast a B average. Alona loves to read, but sleeps a lot during classes. People find her odd and sometimes call her a freak, but she doesn't really care at all.
Sample RP: Alona walked through the forest amazed by the sight. She held her violin case near her and continued walking. Once she reached a spot that seemed a bit comfortable to her, she set the case onto the floor. Opening it she grabbed the violin and gazed at it before placing it below her chin. Grabbing the bow she then pulled onto the strings with it and began to play.

[alonadare0912]

ah wait heres my sample RP

Alona walked through the snowy forest with her violin case ,with her violin inside, hanging on her shoulder. She finally found a place comfortable enough for her and settled down. Placing the violin case on the snowy winter ground, Alona breathed in the air and looked around. She hoped that she wasn't seen by anyone, well atleast not now. Seeing that no one was really there she opened her violin case to a magnificent sight.

The violin that was passed down from her great-grandmother to her daughter to her daughter to Alona's mother then to Alona herself. This seemed to be the only thing left of her, her mother. She placed the violin right under her chin and grabbed the bow. There she began pulling onto the strings playing the song that she had planned. The song was beautiful and reminded her so much of the past. Things like this made her emotional. Still she kept playing.

After a while her eyes closed while playing. It was as if she really knew the song that well that she would close her eyes. She played it perfectly, no mistake whatsoever. Once the song finished, Alona bowed as if she were infront of an audience. The bow infront and the violin in the back. Alona stood up straight and knelt down to place her violin back in its original stance.

Alona looked around yet again, smiling for the first time in a very, very long time. She was here, where she belonged, home. After Alona placed her violin in its case, Alona stood up yet again, bowing. She then walked away from the forest.

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[angel1292]

First Name: Emmalynn

Last Name: Clark

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Emmalynn was raised by her parents, Rachel and Drew Clark. She grew up like most other kids around her, having no idea about magic, yet her parents always knew that there was something special about her. She was always at the top of her class through school and never really had many friends growing up because she was so "weird". When her dad died she and her mom became extremely close. Though she has multiple siblings she rarely gets to see or be around any of them. Her brother, Bradyn, married and moved away, two younger sisters, Shelle and Lindsay, who she never gets to see, and one little sister, Ragon, who is still at home with her and her mom, but has a little bit of an attitude that drives Em crazy.

She has always had to be the responsible one because when her dad passed away she had to grow up and do everything she could to help her family survive. Her mom kind of broke down and so Em was left to carry them, which was almost why she thought she was going to have to leave school, but that was when she found out that she was going to Beauxbaton and her life started to make some drastic changes.

Personality: Emmalynn, also known as Em, has always had to be the strong, leading, caretaker of her family. She had to grow up quickly and take care of her mom and siblings. When she has the time she loves to curl up outside by the little pond at her mom's house under a giant tree and read, draw, write, or just lay down and forget about all her worries to just relax and take it easy.

She is very artistic and a huge bookworm, and when she is around people she is comfortable with her true inner self comes out. She has to put on a hard outer shell in order to protect herself because she can't afford to be weak when she has her entire family looking to her in order to make it. She loves nature, she would love to just sit outside and enjoy it. In her spare time, if she isn't in her room, you can bet she is somewhere outside. She also likes to explore and find new things and new places to go.

Though she never had to leave home to work or anything because her family had been pretty well off, she was stuck having to take care of her younger sister and all the animals her family owned. They had plenty of people who worked for them and she also had to be in charge of making sure everything was done right and that there was nothing for her mother to stress or worry about. She on many occasions was responsible for making sure her mother was taken care of too, with the loss of Em's father her mom needed to be taken care of and have someone look out for her.

Sample RP:

"Ugh, Ragon!"

Emmalynn had just gotten into the house from the stables and had found another mess to clean up before her mother, Rachel, found it. She was worn out from having been helping muck out the stables and trying to make sure that the new guy had learned the proper way to clean and care for the horses, they had been her father's pride and joy. He had taken such good care of them when he was around, and ever since he passed away Em had taken it into her own hands to make sure they had the same love and affection he had shown each and every one of them.

"Ragon! Come here!"

She yelled at her sister again, hoping that she could hear her where ever she had disappeared to. Getting inside felt amazing after having spent hours out in the heat. She heard her little sister's footsteps right outside the breezeway and with her hands on her hips and right foot tapping impatiently she waited for her to round the corner.

"Ragon, how many times do I have to tell you that you can't keep leaving this mess for mom to find? You can't expect her to come clean up behind you and no one else is going to do it. Would you please pick it up and take it to your room?"

She then made her way over to the windows and opened them a little bit in order to let in more air, when she noticed something flying towards the house. That is strange. What is an owl doing out in the sunlight of the middle of the day like this. She thought as she realized what it was. When it landed on the window sill with a letter in tow and waited for her to retrieve the letter. She cautiously took the letter from the owl and realized that it was addressed to her. What in the world could this be? She turned it over and opened it, then stared in amazement at the letter when she read what it said.

"This can't be real. Someone must be playing an awful joke."

Her and her mother were sitting in the sun room looking over the letter. What if it is real? I can't leave mom and Ragon here alone. How would things get done right? Who would look after everything? What am I going to do? I never should have shown mom in the first place. She always over thought things and would ramble on, even in her head, when she was confused or nervous. She looked over at her mom who was just setting down the letter then her mom looked up at her, looked her in the eyes and told her that she thought that Em should go.

That moment was the beginning of not one, but many changes in Em's life.

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[raymorgan]

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First Name: Rayanne
Last Name: Morgan
Age: 16

Appearance: At first she looked like a very naive and positively angelic girl but appearances can be deceiving.
Dark brown eyes that looked almost like black. Her long eyelashes curled in a subtle flirtatious manner. Her cheekbones were prominent and her face almost had a permanent blush on her cheeks. Her lips were a cupid's bow with a tinge of the softest pink.

She is rather tall, standing in 5'9 height. Her figure was average though her legs were long and gave an athletic feel to her. Her hair was of dark brown with high lights of soft caramel. Despite what others think, it is an inherited trait from her mother's side. Her hair reached to her mid back that cascades in to a wave. There's always a stray lock of hair that fall into the middle of her face that favours her left side.

History: Her parents were renowned within the Ministry of Magic. Her father was a celebrated Obliviator and her mum was a well-known Auror. Sophie, her mother was a proud woman who always puts her fun-loving father, Andrew, in place especially when it comes to family matters.

Her parents met in a conference during the rise of Muggle Awareness that threatened to expose the whole wizarding world. Sophie's best friend was an older witch named Madison who was her mentor when she studied under Hogwarts. The two shared a deep bond like sisters and even made an arrangement that if ever they had children. they would set one up to marry the other's child.

Andrew wasn't too keen on this particular arrangement but nevertheless let it pass since it would mean the world to his dear wife. It so happens that Madison did have a son named Evan while Sophie had a daughter she then named Rayanne due to the sudden sunlight after a lightning storm upon the child's birth.

Personality: Ray is a very rational person. A no nonsense witch who would be more than happy to prove someone wrong especially over trivial things. People have called her stubborn, arrogant, self-righteous and impetuous but these things were misunderstood.

She likes to correct people because she doesn't want to see them making fools out of themselves. Her stubbornness reflects her determination to get things done properly. Her self-righteousness is caused by her bitter resentment towards her Aunt Emilie who always disapproves whatever she does. She might be a cold and detached person but once you get to know her, she was just a shy and gentle girl who doesn't know how to be a social butterfly and covered all her insecurities with defensive words that can offend anyone she's speaking to. Even a teacher.

Sample RP:

Rayanne Morgan sighed.

She had been waiting for two hours for the train to arrive. Normally she would have left within half an hour of tardiness but her mother made sure she's to meet... him. She was always the obedient daughter, always agreeing to what her mother says and always follows the rules. What she didn't really agree on was meeting this Evan fellow. She never knew much less met the boy before. Her mother was practically radiant when she received an owl post that came from her best friend.

Her son wanted to meet with Ray and her mother almost jumped with joy as the day drew to a close. She tinkered around her daughter's best clothes and ordered her to look as beautiful as she could. Her normally free hair was now tangled into a ostentatious french knot that was threaded by gold and silver ribbons. Her favoured clothes were locked in her closet and was replaced by a very tight light blue dress with silver sequernce that sparkled as the ray of sunlight hit her form. Muggles would stare at her and wondered if she would attend a party.

Finally, a sound bellowed through the station, announcing the arrival of the train. She smoothed her dress and took a deep breath, "Might as well get over this mess" she muttered to herself before plastering a fake smile as an ash blonde boy with green eyes exited the train with a large trunk and a cage that contains a handsome screech owl fastened securely over it.

"Hello. Mademoiselle Rayanne?" he asked. His soft smile beckoned a dimple on his soft face. She looked at him and a quick note formed in her mind, 'He is too weak to even protect himself'

It must be... hmmm... Rouerie!

[penelope1trix]

First Name: Teresa (Tee)
Last Name: Szalankiewicz
Age: 13
Appearance: Tee is a very propper girl. She has brown hair down to her shoulders and her eyes are a baby blue colour. She is a medium height for her age and her eyes are alway glinting with laughter or ideas. Her hair is wavy and she is always trying to straighten or curl it so it's not a wavy mess! She takes pride in her looks and is usually caught using very light coloured eyeshadow that has a slight glow so it makes her eyes even brighter. She is the kind of girl that has lots of makeup and jewlery but doesn't wear it because she just likes the natural look.
History: Teresa, born on 22 July 1998, from her mother called Teresa (not a coincidence). She has grown up in a stable home with 7 other siblings! As she used to live in Poland ns is fully Polish her mum decided to move to England to look for a job and to let Teresa have a good career. She was always taught to be a kind and giving person and not to be naughty and with thoes rules in place she was growing up to be a smart girl. She is bilingal abd most people are very jealous but she doesn't boast because that is what she was taught!
She has had many experiences that were very fun and some that were not so nice. She always remembers the day before the weddings of her siblings the rush to get everything ready for the next day. She has been a brides made to everyone of her siblings weddings and always insisted on wearing a floaty dress down to the floor. But, also when she was young her mother and her mothers brothers had a fight and that shatterd the family to pieces but the damage id bieng slowly repaired.
Teresa is soon to be taking on her exams and is nactious and ready to go!
Personality: Teresa is a fun and laughing girl. She loves to hang around with her mates and go to sleepovers and do all that girlie stuff but there is another side to her. She, along with a different group of friends are very adventerous and musical. They are the sort of people that is you asked them to hold a snake they would take you on with a bet. She also has a thing for climbing trees and sitting there reading a book or doing homework!
Also with that musical talent she uses it to go on trips to Italy with her school and to perform in shows and performances. She is not that type of girl who shys away from a challenge but always has a go at anything set in her path!
Sample RP: Teresa was early again! She tried to be late at least once but she could not do it, she was so organised! It was like a curse. She had to be early or her feet would not work. She even herself started wandering if she was some kind of robaot or something. At first, she tried to force the feet to stop walking but that was not used because she fell over and started crawling! Secondly ash tried shouting at them to stop and make them confused but they didn't listen to her and just caried on going where they were going!

'This is so strange' she tought. But then, out of nowhere a idea popped into her head! 'Why don't I try asking them politely to stop!' So she did exactly what she thought and to her supprise she had controll of her leggs again! But something wasn't right...

She decided to explore this thing, and asked the salt and pepper to dance and then tapped them twice. To her amozement, they started dancing and after a few more tries she realised she was a witch ready to go to school!

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