Sorting (Term Twenty)

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[glow=red,2,300]First Name: Victoria
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[glow=red,2,300]Last Name: Delacour[/glow]


Age: 15

Appearance:
Blonde with curly hair and brown eyes. Has rosy cheeks and is tall.

History:
The Delacours are the notable French wizards and witches who are powerful. They are easily known for their associations with Veelas. Victoria Delacour was born in Paris to Amelia Francoise-Delacour and Franco Delacour. As a child, she lived the live of luxury in a manor. Her family had an association with the wizards and witches all over France.

At age 10, the Veela-like powers of Victoria started to show when she would sing at the moors near her manor. Boys from neighboring towns would show up at the manor to see her. At age 11, Miss Delacour started to show her other powers. She was very curious and very creative towards her powers. She grew up to be a beautiful young lady of 14 when she got her letter of acceptance at Beauxbatons. She enrolled at age 15 and is set to start a new year at Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Beauty: She has a beauty which makes her attract boys and she finds this quite useful when she wants to get something. She used to sing at the moors to attract the attentions of boys who would stop working and come to see her. Everyone showed interest in her when there was a social engagement in their house. Girls her age were particularly jealous of her.

Ambitious: When she puts her mind on something she wants, she won't give up. She will not rest when she wants something. She will overcome whatever obstacles stand between her and achievement. She will try to work hard for it.

Creativity: She would show creativity when it came to art. She would draw beautiful pictures of fairies and pixies at age 9. She would sing beautifully, attracting the attention of any person she wanted just by singing. She can also sew beautiful embroideries.

Sample RP:
Victoria Delacour grumbled as the sun hit her eyes. She was never a morning person. Who had opened her curtains? She always liked to keep them close. She sighed and yawned as she got out of bed. She was feeling tired already. She closed the curtains and went back to her soft bed. She shut her eyes and tried to sleep.

Someone knocked her door. Frustrated, she said "Come in". Her mother looking beautiful, entered the room with a smile. "Honey...You got an owl" said her Mum. "Who'd send me an owl? Unless it is that annoying Muggle born boy" she added. "You just got an owl from my old school Beauxbatons! You were accepted" said her Mum.

"Are you serious?" she asked. "Yes....here it is" said her mother as she handed her the pink envelope. She opened it to see a parchment which said:
Dear Miss Delacour,
You have been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. You will have the school carriage pick you up on September the 1st. This enclosed envelope contains a list of things needed for school.
Thank You
Olympe Maxime
Headmistress
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

It's agains the rules to choose a name for the Harry Potter series, make sure to change that and I'll sort you.

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[bonamy summers]

First Name:

Bonamy

Middle Name:

Peeta

Last Name:

Fredrick-Summers

Nicknames:

Sunny, Bon, Bon-Bon

Age:

Sixteen

Born:

11th of March, 1996 in Alexandria, Egypt

Blood:

Muggle Born

Appearance:

Height 5’0||Weight 119lbs
Bonamy is a petite and tiny person. She has no figure to speak of; in fact some might even call her androgynous. Boyish in shape and in manner, Bon doesn’t seem to possess any of the feminine qualities most girls her age do. She doesn’t mind this and even plays upon the fact she looks like a boy, chopping off her locks and wearing men’s cloths.

Thin and bony limbs have made her an easy target of broken bones in the past. So far the tally stands at three broken fingers, a broken bone in her forearm and a fractured ankle. Despite her obvious lack of calcium she’s a strong little fighter and has the grip of an ox. Even the slipperiest of slickers can’t escape her talons.

Large and deep set eyes of a blue grey hue are her most treasured of features. Always with a smile in them, those eyes put the most uneasy of persons at ease. Nevertheless she is no mole. Senses sharp as an eagle she never seems to miss a trick this girl. Bon’s eyes can also be as temperamental as the weather in May; friendly one moment and fiery the next.

Sharp of tongue, with lips soft as butter she is fatal to any man and woman of sight and sound. Bon enjoys a good banter and battle of wits. She always, without exceptions, speaks her mind and more often than not it lands her into trouble, especially with her teachers. However she has a smile to melt many a heart and so more often than not she gets away with it too.

Bon has a white blonde crop of hair, not much longer than a man’s whiskers, which sits atop her crown like a devilish halo. With so little hair she needs not worry about styling or taking care of it. Despite this feature resulting in years of confusing as to her sex, she enjoys the freedom that having a pixie cut brings.

In general she is not hard on the eyes, and has now and again been considered the Prince among woman. Her boyish figure and crop have provided her with years of mischievous fun, confusing all the lads and lasses around her. She’s become quite used to being called a tomboy, and even enjoys going shopping and finding herself in the men's section. Nevertheless being considered a Prince she has often found it hard to find love amongst the boys, and perhaps this is the only burden looking like boy has brought.

Personality:

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Bon has always been a carefree and easy-going girl. She’s happy to go along with wherever the wind happens to take her, and also the suggestions of friends, which to be honest does tend to land her in deep waters. This also makes her a little aimless and she often wanders off the path. Bon’s carefree and rather careless nature makes her a little bit of a daredevil; the windowsill in the clock tower is her favorite place to sit and dream away the day. Easy-going she gets along with almost everyone, and I say almost because nobody can be friendly with everyone.

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Her favorite pastime has always been watching the clouds and wondering just where they travel to across the sky. Daydreaming is something Bon has mastered over sixteen years; you could even say she’s a bit of a perfectionist about it. Bon is a very creative little creature. She loves to dream up stories and then write them down on paper, bringing them into the world and nurturing them until they are grown. Her imaginative mind finds solace in painting and music also. Perhaps the only down side to this type of nature is that she often misses a lot going on around her because she has her head in the clouds.

Bon has never been a loud or outgoing person. She loves company and being with family and friends, but she prefers to take the back seat and watch and listen to all that surrounds her. Her quiet disposition stretches to disliking arguments and surprises. She avoids noisy situations as much as possible, even disruptions amongst her friends. It is because of this that she is often mistaken as unsympathetic and cold.

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Although she doesn’t have very many friends she would consider close, those she does she is very loyal to. Bon is always there for a friend in need, even if she isn’t sure what she can do to help them. Fiercely protective, she will speak up for them, despite her quiet nature, and defend them blindly. To her friends are considered family and without them Bon would be little but an empty shell. Nothing and no one could ever upset the friendship and love she holds for those closest to her.

Honest to the T. Bon doesn’t believe in deceiving people, although a white lie now and again to protect the feelings of other she is not opposed to. Put in that situation she would rather lie and hurt herself, then one she cares for. However she is generally a very truthful person and therefore can often be quite tactless and frank. She speaks what she believes and refuses to let others influence those ideas.

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She is the sage among her relatives. They come to her when an opinion or advice is needed. Not that Bon is worldly or even that wise. I believe it has more to do with her rather significant dose of commonsense. A practical child, she seems to be able to see clearer than others. Of course this trait has its downsides. She finds it hard to see clearly when emotions are involved and often unconsciously doesn’t consider others emotions; sometimes the most practical of solutions isn’t the best.

Laughter is the best medicine for any trouble. That is Bon’s policy. She loves to laugh and make others laugh. Despite being a rather witty person, her humor is very dry and often the subtle undertones of ‘funny’ are lost on people. Even if she isn’t the one cracking the jokes, she enjoys getting involved in the merry-making. Playful banter comes easily from her lips, why she can even be tart on occasions! Some might be self-conscious about the threat of wrinkles laughter presents but not Bon. The more laughing lines the better in her opinion.

History:

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George Summers and Nhim Fredrick met at the port of Alexandria where George worked as a laborer. Nhim had come to Egypt with her mother and father on a summer holiday. On the fifth day of her stay in Alexandria she had been aimlessly wandering the streets, looking for something to catch her interest. It just so happened that her feet took her to the port and her interest was caught by a brown, young, burly man named George. Nhim went back to the port every day after that to see her young man.

They were engaged exactly a year after they first met. Nhim had never gone home with her parents after journeying to Egypt on holiday, but had bought a rundown apartment in the middle of town. George had helped to her fix it up and move in. It became a home away from home for the young couple. George had spent a week fretting about how to ask Nhim to marry him before the fateful day. He finally asked her after dropping the engagement in a boiling pot of soup. Nhim had to fish it out with a spoon and they both had wait till it had cool before George could slip it onto her finger. Even before she’d fished the ring out she’d said yes.

Two years later, on the eleventh of March 1996, Bonamy Peeta Fredrick-Summers was born. Her father and her mother were delighted to find they had a healthy baby girl. Peeta Lily Fredrick, Nhim’s mother, who had moved in with them after her husband had passed away, was even more delighted to find she had a pretty little granddaughter. It was even more of a delight a few months later when there was a knock on the door and they were told they also had a little witch on their hands.

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The first three years of her life was spent in pink dresses and nappies, within a room of pink walls and decorations, and with an assortment of pink toys to keep her company. Perhaps it was due to this overexposure to pink that eventually turned Bon away from anything associated with the stereotypical girly girl. Upon her third birthday, when presented with yet another pink, flowery dress from a second cousin, she finally drew the line and expressed this to her parents by staining said dress beyond repair.

War was declared and her parents fought and fought for years to keep their precious little girl in pink. ‘No’ became Bon’s weapon of choice until her parents finally submitted and let her wear shorts and jeans like the boys in her kindergarten. After that her parents seemed to lose interest in how Bon dressed or acted. She ran wild with the boys of her neighbourhood playing soccer, tearing through the streets of the city and trespassing into the Roman Theatre.

Despite her parents insistence that she make use of her witch abilities, Bon found little interesting in doing so and even avoided using her them. She didn’t particularly dislike being a witch but so far she had done well for herself without her abilities and so she didn’t see any reason to make use of them. So she continued the way she always had, running with the wild pack of boys until she was no longer a little child but a little teenager.

teenager •

On her eleventh birthday, as with every other witch or wizard of her age, Bon received a letter of acceptance. This one was to attend Beauxbaton Academy. Peeta, as soon as she found out Bon was a witch, had written to the school and asked for a place for her granddaughter. Peeta’s mother had been a witch and had attended Beauxbaton Academy when she had been a child. This of course meant that Bon would have to leave Alexandria and live in France. This didn’t sit well with the young girl. She wouldn’t talk to her grandmother for weeks afterwards, feeling as if she had been betrayed. This was painful as her grandmother and she usually got on like a house on fire, both being very similar in appearance and behavior.

Convinced that this was the best for everyone, George put in his resignation at the port, Nhim left her job at the local school and the family packed up and shipped off to France. They moved into the house that had been Peeta’s family home. It was old and falling apart at the seams, but they all fell in love with upon first glance. It was a pretty little house that had been given to a cousin, who had then abandoned it. The ‘for sale’ sign had been there for years and after a while it was simply forgotten about. Only the locals checked in on it now and again. Bon and the family moved in, fixed the place up to make it habitable and began to settle in. The neighborhood was friendly, if a little distant and there was an old vineyard close by, where Bon ran off to, to watch the clouds.

It was then time for Bon to go off to school. And what happened next? You’ll just have to find out.

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Sample RP:

It was the evening before Bon’s departure. Her father George was just coming back from working in the vineyard across the other side of town. His brown, weathered coat was slung across one broad shoulder and the sleeves of his shirt, once white but now a faded grey brown, were rolled up high above his elbow. One of the hand sewn patches on his pants was beginning tear off, while the soles on his shoes were almost wore away. Muscles bulged in his forearms as he shifted his coat. George whistled as he slowly strolled up the road leading away from town and toward home. The whiskers on his chin quivered in the chilled air. The sun was just beginning to set. He loved walking home at this time of day because he was always able to watch the sun go down. It was a special moment he had all to himself. He grinned and the whistling grew louder.

Bon’s mother Nhim was in the kitchen with her mother preparing dinner for the evening. They were having leftovers from Sunday night’s duck roast. She had prepared a green salad and chopped up the last of the cold duck. Peeta was mixing up a dressing while spreading goose pate over a few slices of homemade bread. Nhim had the radio playing in the background. She hummed along, quietly to herself. Peeta was finding it hard to keep up to the pace of the music, and would only come in now and again with her croaky voice. Nhim and Peeta were very similar and would have once been mirror images of each other. Nhim’s long blonde hair was plaited down her back while Peeta’s hair, now stained white, was rolled into a French knot at the nape of her neck. Both shared deep set, grey, steely eyes and a slender form, although Nhim had inherited more curves than Peeta had. They continued in their work, humming now and again to the music, and enjoyed the quiet of the house and the warmth of each other’s company.

Bonamy lay on the ground, looking up towards the sky. The grass was cool and moist against her back and the smell of wet earth tickled at her nose. The setting sun was sending rays of light through the golden and green leaves of the grapevines. Their reflections danced across her face and warmed her cheeks. The darkening clouds above were lazily drifting across the sky, heading towards some destination or other. She shifted slightly to relieve the ache in her shoulders. She’d been lying there for the last three hours and she was starting to feel it in her back. Goose-pimples were being to sprout up every which way on her skin. The light tank top she’d thrown on as she headed out of the house wasn’t practical now that the day was coming to an end. Her legs were also bare and she was shoeless. Sighing she guessed it was about time she head home. Not that she was ever reluctant to be in the company of her family or inside the welcoming walls of the house, it was just that today would be the last day she had in this place. The last day before ...

Her feet pounded on the earth as she ran across the field. Climbing over the old, rattling gate at the end of the lane she sprinted down toward the soft, orange lights that shone out from the dark house. The sun had set and the day was over. Tonight was the last night she’d get to spend with her family and she wasn’t going to miss it. Bursting through the back door, she stepped into the kitchen come dining and was greeted by three sets of teeth. Her mother’s smile grew as she noticed her daughter’s appearance and beckoned her to sit. Bon grinned back at her family and took her seat. George served out the cold duck while everyone helped themselves to salad and bread. They ate, talked, laughed and sung late into the night. Around two o’clock the next morning Bon finally stumbled into her room and into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was away, lost in dreams of orange colored skies and lazily drifting clouds.

In six hours time the sun would rise again and a new day would begin, and this one promised to bring something special.

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