Sorting (Term Twenty-One)

[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.

[natasha]

First Name: Aspen
Last Name: Bellrose
Age: Thirteen
Appearance:



History: Aspen Bellrose was born and raised in the snow-capped mountains of Belgium. She lived there with her two, caring and devoted parents in a small log home. Her mother being half-fairy blood, she maintained her wings. Therefore the family had to live hidden in secrecy. When Aspen was born, they decided to move to a small wizarding town in Luxembourg, Germany so she could grow up without living in isolation.

Aspen grew up in this lovely town, and was a sweet, polite child. Her charismatic personality won her many friends, and even envy. Although she was a loyal friend to everyone, many of the children in her village made fun of her short height and high-pitched voice. Embarrassed and shamed, she never told them of her fairy-blood. As the years went by she lost her confidence, replacing it with low self-esteem and insecurities. When she got her acceptance letter for Beauxbatons she was very shaken and nervous about how they would treat her.

Personality: Aspen is very shy, and doesn't speak up unless she has been told to. Trying to make friends with her is difficult, since she doesn't trust many people and barely opens up to her feelings. Those who are her friends know she isn't shy at all, and is a positive, bubbly girl. She is down to earth, caring, and puts the people she loves before everything else. Aspen is the kind of girl who craves adventure and manages to effortlessly spread laughter and smiles to the people around her. Aspen will always have your back - although she doesn't think about what she is saying before she speaks. She is very clumsy, and even if she isn't smart, she tries 1OO% in absolutely everything.

Sample RP:

The weather in the village was warm and sunny, for once. Aspen wandered down the lonely, village path with her easel and paints tucked under her small, ivory arms. Since the recent change in temperature, she had been getting outside much more. She didn't care if her bare shoulders freckled more than they were. She kicked an odd shaped rock along, watching it hit the cobblestone wall that run along the outskirts of her village.

Once she reached her destination, she clambered up the grassy, overgrown hill until she made her way to the top. The sweet scented breeze whipped relentlessly at her pale blonde hair and sundress as she set down her painting equipment. As Aspen skipped off toward a large, shady oak she lost one of her shoes. She threw off the other one carelessly, and hoisted her petite body on one of the lower hanging branches.

Aspen struggled her way to the very top, her light body able to sit gently without snapping the branches. Her clear, sapphire blue eyes scanned the horizon while she daydreamed about what life at Beauxbatons would be like.

You suit qualities of two houses, although COSSU seems the right one for you!

[Deleted]

First Name: Aurora Destinée
Last Name: Vodianoi
Age: 15
Appearance:
She is never seen with her hair down,Never a wrinkle or crease in her clothes, Aurora is Very petite for her age but she is very graceful even in her looks some have said she looks like a Bisque Porcelain Doll with her Delicate frame, but don't be mistake by her Breakable looking appearance on the dance floor she is Amazingly Graceful and Elegant.

Aurora Is 15 years old but looks about 10, shes 4'12, 89lb Aurora has a Necklace with a Small Vile on it, the Vial is filled with Elf tears,Aurora never, never takes this necklace off.
Aurora is the prefect example of a Professional Ballet Dancer, with her Graceful elegant build as well as the way she moves, she does not walk, But seemingly Float. Even though Aurora is not even close to A professional though when she dances you can see no difference between her and a Professional dancer.


History: Aurora does not know anything about her family Except what she learned when she began showing powers, she was Found as a newborn on the steps of Académie Royale de la Danse, with a Note taped to her Basket, the note saidSon nom est Aurora Destinée Vodianoï, s'il vous plaît prendre bien soin d'elle qu'elle est une enfant très spécial, elle sera très bonne. Nous garderions Ses ourselfs mais malheureusement nous sommes Vouées à la mort Nous vous demandons de protéger Aurora S'il vous plaît donnez-lui un endroit sûr, elle peut grandir et être heureux. Adieu je vous remercie beaucoup, Yvonne et Jean-Pierre Vodianoï. *translated: Her name Is Aurora destinée Vodianoi, please take good care of her she is a very special child, she will be very good. We would keep Her ourselfs but unfortunately we are Marked for Death We ask you to protect Aurora Please give her a safe place she can grow up and be happy. Farewell thank you very much, Yvonne and Jean-Pierre Vodianoi.


After doing some research thanks to one of the dance instructors who was a Squib, did some research she learned that Aurora's Mother is Full blooded Elf, who married a Male Elf, Making Aurora a Pure blood Elf, Indeed a Rare Find, More information found Her parents were indeed marked for death, Giving Aurora up was her only chance at a Safe life, and also It was found that soon after she was left on the steps, Her parents were killed, their last great act was giving thier daughter a safe place she could grow up Safe.


Aurora was raised in the school and is one of the most beautiful graceful dancers, She has Performed in many classic Ballets such as: La Bayadere,The Sleeping Beauty,Giselle,Romeo and Juliet,And Swan Lake It was not until she turned 12 that though Her elf features began to show her Golden blonde hair grew long and Silky and Grew long down to her Bum. Her Beautiful Features became even more Stunning To the point she began to be called the "Bisque Ballerina" because of her Unnatural Beauty.

When she got the letter she was Accepted to Beauxbatons Aurora was beyond delighted she had only dreamed of such A Grand Academy accepting her, Everyone knew she truely belonged at Beauxbatons, perhaps she would learn how to Use Her Gifts and maybe learn more about her family.
Aurora is also Fluent in launguges other then French such as Italian, Dutch, Russian,and German.
Personality: Aurora is kind yet sensitive, Elegant yet Simple, she loves dance and her personality shows it she talks about dance All the time but that is only because it is really all she knows it is Her passion. Aurora Is always cheerful, always happy and bouncey she is not hyper but she is never down or Unhappy. Aurora always looks on the positive side of things, she seems sometimes snooty but she is not she is just not very social she cares more about letting her actions say what she wants to say instead of her words. Aurora Is Shy and sometimes seems to be somewhat of a Snob though she is not at all Aurora is just focused on her Dancing then On people she hopes one day she will be graceful enough to Perform the Grandest Ballet of all In her eyes the Grand AnastasiaThough she keeps practicing every day, if Aurora is on her feet they are moving in Graceful ballet movements, though she seems at times when it is needed she can make it seem that they are not moving at all when really they are.


Sample RP:
*The Day she got her Letter of Acceptance*
Aurora had just finished her Performance as Anastasia, in the Royal Ballet "Anastasia" she wore a beautiful dress:
www.polyvore.com/costume/set?id=53498522 as she Left off stage as she entered her dressing room she saw a Envelope She opened it and nearly fainted it said she had been accepted to beauxbatons. Aurora was in utter shock as she sat down to dinner that night she was so shocked she was unable to finnish her ratatouille and tomato soup. She had a new dress fitting in the morning, But as soon as that was finished, then she was off to Beauxbatons.


Aurora went to bed that night with visions of Beauxbatons academy in her head she felt like a Princess. She could hardly wait to learn all about magic in such a Magnificent Place. Aurora Packed her gowns,costumes and shoes up the next morning before she headed off to meet the carriage, Aurora was Super excited to be going to Beauxbatons this was A dream come true for Aurora. Aurora hoped to learn if she was as Powerful as she had heard Veela's were she did not feel powerful, except when she danced. Aurora could only wonder of what this school year Be like she hoped it would be Fun yet Tough in the Since of Aurora loved to work at whatever She set her mind to, this would be very interesting year.




*DONE*

I'm excited to see how she does in COSSU!

[Océane Cantineau]

First Name: Oceane

Last Name: Cantineau

Age: 15

Appearance: i2.listal.com/image/1106213/600full-astrid-berges--frisbey.jpg [/img] Oceane has long, dark, slightly tousled hair. She has a quite fair complexion with some freckles splashed lightly across her nose. She is 5'7" and weighs in at 106lbs. She's tall and slender with deep, hazel eyes.

History:Oceane was born in Quimper, France to Antoine and Clemency Cantineau. She grew up in a big family, with two older siblings and four younger siblings. She was raised in Quimper and often spent her days on the sandy shores or on her family's small boat they keep on a dock. Quimper is a muggle town, hut has yet to notice the rather large Cantineau family. The reason being that the first skill ever taught to the Cantineau children was discretion.

Oceane's childhood was never boring due to her many siblings. The household was always loud and fun. Oceane often wandered the town and made friends with the children and shopkeepers of Quimper, all muggles, with the exception of one. Her best friend, Posy LeBlanc, was a fellow witch who lived in Quimper. But sadly she was killed by a car crash in the summer before Posy and Oceane left for Beauxbaton.

Personality: Oceane is not as innocent as she seems. She may seem timid and mild but after a while she will show her true colours as an outgoing and wildly hilarious girl. She loves being around people and making friends with nearly everyone. She's kind and generous and gentle at times, due to her being used to caring for her younger siblings. When around people she's loud and charismatic, but she does have her thoughtful side. When alone Oceane is rather quiet and thoughtful. She's intelligent and a creative genius when it comes to theatre. She doesn't act, but she has a passion for set design and technical theatre. Sometimes Oceane is too reckless for her own good, letting her curiosity get the best of her. While she doesn't get angry very easily, one had best keep out of her way if she does. She is a bit vain and selfish.

Sample RP: Oceane clambered out of her four poster bed, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. She stretched and quickly dressed in a striped sweater that hung off her shoulder and a pair of jean shorts. She slipped quietly down the stairs and out the door. Oceane ran down the stone path barefoot, skipping over a jagged stone that stuck out. She had always bothered her father to fix it, but he hasn't yet. She raced down the quaint streets of Quimper, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. She paused when she reached the stone sea wall and took a moment to survey the wide ocean before her.

She breathed in the salty air and felt the sea breeze flow through her hair, blowing it around her head. She basked in the morning summer sun, letting the rays spill over her. Oceane had never felt more content and more at peace than at the beach. I love Quimper, Oceane thought to herself. As she gazed across the beach she spotted a glimmer by the shore. She hopped off the sea wall and sprinted towards it. When Oceane approached it, she discovered it was a piece of sea glass. She picked it up and turned it over in her palm, admiring it. It was exactly the same shade as her mother's eyes, a clear, green hue. She smiled to herself, tucked the sea glass into her pocket, and turned away from the Quimper shore.

Oceane took her time on her wall back to her home. Her family would be awake by now, but she was in no hurry. The only thing she had planned was to go sailing alone later. That's what most of her summer days consisted of-- before it was time to leave for Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. Oceane could only wonder of what this school year will come with.

It must be... Cossu (:

[rowanwinters]

First Name: Rowan
Last Name: Winters
Age: 16

History:
Aoede and Elias met while they were still rather young. Aoede Katsaros, a Veela and Elven blood raven-haired beauty, hailed from Greece but had been studying abroad in England. Elias Winters, a half-Greek, half-English pure-blood Wizard, was a little older and had lived in England his entire life were he was in medical school. That had lasted all of two years before he dropped out in favor of becoming a cook instead. Elias loved to cook and experiment with food so it was no surprise when he finally opened his own restaurant. In fact, it is in the restaurant that he had opened his mother hometown in Greece that the two met. Their romance blossomed quickly and despite their young age they married almost a year after they had first met. 6 years later, Aoede gave birth to their oldest daughter, Diônê. An exact replica of her father they adored her and did not wait to show her off to everyone. Rowan was born on the 31st of August, 1994 in Heraklion, Greece. As their youngest and last child, Rowan was loved by both her parents immensely and her sister as well. Both girls grew up with a very close relationship and as they got older became inseparable.

When she was five, Aoede's parents moved in with them in order to be around more while the two girls grew up. Rowan adored both her grandparents but bonded instantly with her Grandmother, Aphrodite. The older woman doted on Rowan all her life, offering her wisdom and advice whenever she needed it. She taught her all about hard-work and what it means to earn something in life. Despite this close bond, when her grandfather passed away Rowan was left heartbroken. While her grandmother had been her secret keeper and companion, her grandfather had been her rock and emotional support when things got tough for the young brunette. Shortly after, the lights in her world went out when she lost her grandmother. Rowan took that time the hardest as she tried to work out her life. Though she was old enough (10) to understand what that meant and that it was just life, she still had difficulty dealing with the death of her two favorite people.

Rowan and her family left Greece a few years later and moved to England where she spent the remainder of her childhood and the beginning of her teen years. When she 11, instead of attending normal wizard school Rowan was home-schooled, just like her sister had been. Her father was stubborn when it came to doing magic and he felt as if only he could teach his girls what they needed to know. Nevertheless, when Rowan turned sixteen she asked if she could attend a real school. More specifically Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France.

Personality:
Rowan in an artist in every way. She enjoys drawing and painting, finding it a soothing way to spend her time. She also enjoys music, particularly the piano. It is a rather common instrument to play but it is one that her grandmother had always loved. Rowan is quiet most of the time, but does in enjoy lots of company. She's the kind of person that like to sit back and listen to the stories of others rather than be one to tell her own. She is a firm believer in hard work equals rewards, mostly because that was how she was raised to think. She is in a nutshell: quiet, strong, musical, seemingly distant, kind and hard-working. She developed her fathers traits of being stubborn and warm hearted as well as her mothers sweet, kind, yet fiery personality. Rowan won't deny that she's beautiful, but she would never say it aloud to someone and she often has trouble accepting any compliments from others. She often reads people wrong and is easily hurt. She isn't a crier, but she is highly sensitive and hates confrontation. She's isn't weak and will protect everyone she cares about more than she would herself. She's a sucker for the boys and enjoys their attention, a trait she inherited from her grandmother.

Sample RP: Squinting, she tried to block as much of the sunlight from her eyes as possible. Her brush in one hand, and the other holding her mess of a palette. Though the sun was setting it still offered her bright blue eyes too much light and she found it hard to see where her subject was. Rowan tapped the end of the brush to her temple and she closed her eyes and flinched as the stung a bit due to her not blinking. She opened her eyes after a few more minutes and was relieved to find that the lighting was perfect once more. She dipped her brush into the paint and began working again. The large bush of white Hydrangeas were outline nicely against the deep green of the the shrubbery surrounding it as well as the lovely colors of the mix of different plants. This greenhouse had always been her favorite place to come, it was her sanctuary and the beautiful serenity never ceased to calm her troubled mind. You could say that it helped in the way her grandfather and grandmother had. Rowan sighed and pushed a rush of thoughts away. She didn't want to think about that again; they'd been gone for years.

Rowan finished her painting a few hours, and many details later. The art that she'd began was not the one she'd ended with. It was a canvas of many colors: white, purple, blue, green, gold, silver, burgundy, and many more. Like always, Rowan had stepped of the track and had soon just done whatever crawled into her mind. She set her things down and wiped the little drops of perspiration from her forehead. She also removed her cardigan finding it too hot despite it's light material. Moving towards one of the iron wrought benches she flopped down gently onto her back and stared up at the now dark and sparkling sky through the open roof. It was her last night at home for the next day she would be on her way to Beauxbatons. It had taken her ages to convince her father to let her go. The older man was stubborn in his ways, like her, and believed that only he could correctly teach her the ways of magic. When she was little it hadn't been that much of a big deal. She was young and just wanted to spend as much time with her father as she could. He'd taught her everything he knew as well as other things he said no person, wizard or not could live without. She'd loved every second of her home-schooling until she turned 15. When her friends would return from their time at school she would be envious, secretly of course. They would tell her amazing things about what they had learned, who they had met and where they had gone during the school year.

Rowan had debated with herself for another year about whether or not she should even bring up the concept. Her sister, the insanely intelligent of the two girls, had already finished all her studies a few year ahead of time. Despite Rowan always telling her anything, she feared what her sister would say if she told her about what she'd been thinking. So instead, for a year Rowan sat idly by biting her fingers into nubs as the nervousness built up. Finally one night just exploded and announced that she didn't want be home-school anymore. She said that she'd been doing some research and and desired to attend a regular school. Beauxbatons, her school of choice, had been the school many of her friends attended. Besides Hogwarts it was one of the top wizarding schools in all the country. Naturally, her mother agreed fully while her father brooded in the corner of the dining room and fired question after question at her. When her interrogation was over he'd waved her away to her room saying that 'they would think it over.' That night she heard them talking about it and she couldn't help but let out a squeal of excitement when she heard his deep, rough voice let out a grunt, which meant yes! She was going to Beauxbatons!

The next day so did nothing put pack as school began quite soon. She would miss the first few days but that was alright. It gave her a chance to make sure she would get settled in alright. Everyone she told was happy for her except the boy she'd been seeing. He'd attempted to persuade her to attend Durmstrang with him but Rowan just wrinkled her nose at the idea. She had nothing against the school it just...wasn't her. She wasn't cut out for it and when she tried to explain that to him, he stormed off in anger. He had not talked to her since but to be honest, Rowan was quite happy about that. He'd been too much for her, too pushy and he tried to rush everything about their relationship and the simply did not sit well with her. Besides, she wanted to have a clean slate at her new school.

Rowan stayed on the bench for a while, thinking of all the stuff she would see in France. She'd only been to two different places and they were Greece and her current home, England. The excitement she felt couldn't be described. It was a whole new world for her to see and the thought made her shiver with eagerness. She only hoped that she would fit in there. The thought caused her start biting her fingers again and before it could any further her mother called out to her from the window of the kitchen. "Time to eat sweetheart." she said, her accent lovely and warming. Her mom was a Greek through and through and it made Rowan proud. She was proud to be her father's child too, despite his ways. He was strong and hard worker and he only wanted the best for his daughters and Rowan reminded herself of that everyday. Picking her things up she tucked them under her arm and walked inside.

It must be... Cossu!

[tove]

First Name: Esperanza
Last Name: Castro
Age: 11
Appearance:
Esperanza has midnight black hair which stops at her shoulders and light blue eyes that stand out against her hair, making them all the more noticeable. She has pale skin, but has a little blush in her cheeks. Her looks make her stand out amongst other eleven year olds, but it is just a foreshadow of the beauty she will become over the years. There is a single teardrop on the back of her neck that looks like a tattoo, but is actually a birthmark.
History:
Esperanza doesn't know anything of her parents. She was discovered by a sympathetic Spanish gypsy woman when she was only a little baby. Ever since she could walk, however, she has been the clumsiest gypsy girl alive. She always causes accidents and mishaps wherever she went. In fact, she caused so many accidents, that she had earned the nickname 'Clumsy Hope' which is a half translation of her Spanish name.
Recently, though, Esperanza discovered a place where she was not clumsy and nobody called her names: the water. More specifically, in the Bay of Biscay where she would run off to in order to get away from the mean Spaniards who caused her misery and pain. One day, a young boy followed Esperanza to the Bay so he could taunt her more. But Esperanza was already in the water, and as soon as she arose from the water she was submersed in, a sort of trance came over her, and the next thing she knew the boy was running away for his life. Esperanza knew then that she had to go out on her own from now on, and so she did. But as soon as she left the bay, Esperanza knew that her life would never be the same again, because why else would the boy run off except if she used magic?
Personality:
Esperanza is a very shy and clumsy girl. However, she is accustomed to sour treatment from others, and therefore, chooses to make the best out of her life. She has never seen a book before, and whenever she tries to draw, or paint, something would always go terribly wrong. She loves the water and will go swimming whenever possible. Esperanza is also the kind of girl who is clueless when it comes to love or friendship because she's never had any friends, let alone love.
Because she has been ridiculed and disgraced her whole life, Esperanza has learned to be humble and to accept certain situations in life as it is. But if there's one thing Esperanza is scared of, it's people. People have been treating Esperanza like the 'Clumsy Hope' that she is and she's learned to avoid others (even children her own age) as much as possible. Esperanza hates snooty people, but keeps her mouth shut, so as to avoid them and keep herself from certain harm. She doesn't want to get even more hurt than she already is.
Sample RP:
Esperanza had been trekking through Spain for one year already, her only companions being the bodies of water which she would swim in occasionally. The story of her deed (whatever it was) had spread throughout the land, making everybody in Spain believe that she is la monstruosida, or worse, la bruja. Esperanza, at first, thought being a witch was a bad thing. Instead, though, she soon learned quite the opposite. She had the gift of magic, Esperanza realized, and to be a witch is quite an honor indeed.

Witches and wizards, Esperanza learned, live all over the world, living alongside non-magic folk (who are called muggles). Even better, that same world is also inhabited by dragons, fairies, werewolves, and even mermaids. For some reason, Esperanza felt very relieved when she heard about the mermaids, but she soon suppressed that feeling and knew she had to make a choice. Dare she go on this path, which could very well be her path of redemption? Or does she continue down her own path, a path that would surely lead to her destruction? The right choice became all too clear.

But then, another thought plagued Esperanza's mind. Going on this new path meant being around people. And being around people was the last thing she wanted.
"What can I do?" she asked herself. A part of her wanted to go, but a part of her wanted to stay away. Esperanza looked behind her and all she saw was her failures, especially her 'magic' on that poor little boy who followed her. But what kind of magic was that? There were so many questions, because perhaps the right choice isn't all too clear. Suddenly, as if by a cue of some kind, Esperanza looked in the distance and saw one of the most beautiful castles in the world. Its towers soared above forests, gleaming in a heavenly glow. A glow that promised happiness, security, and much more. Esperanza smiled, pushing away all of her doubt and started to make her way towards the castle.

(Sorry about not meeting the requirements. Is this better?)

Please expand on your RP Sample (must be at least 3 decent paragraphs) and your personality. Thank you!

It must be... Rouerie!

[ashlyn]

First Name: Monique

Last Name: DuPont

Age: 16

Appearance: Monique is characterized by her long, wavy, chocolate brown hair that flows to the middle of her back; although she is often seen with it up in a bun. At five feet, 8 inches, Monique is neither tall nor short. Her eye color is a mix between deep brown and blue. She has high cheekbones and her skin is an unusually tan color all year long.

History: Monique was born on a snowy evening, more commonly known as Christmas Eve. She was the 4th child born to her parents, with 2 older brothers, and a sister. Her family home was on the outskirts of Paris. Her mother stayed at home with the children while her father went to work in the government, earning high wages to keep his family afloat. When she was 3, her younger brother was born, and thus her personality began.

As Monique was no longer the youngest, she loathed her brother for all the attention given upon him. She used to be the one who was favored and babied all day long by their mother. Now she was just another child, along with her older siblings. She didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit. She began to act out, even at a young age. It didn't help that her father was full of money. In other words, she was spoiled, to put it simply. A spoiled little brat as those close to her came to call her.

However, Monique's childhood was still full of happy memories. She slowly began to learn that if she wanted the attention, all she had to do was act better than everyone else. Soon she became the family angel. She would purposefully frame her siblings so that she would look innocent and they would look guilty. It would eventually lead to rocky relationships with all her siblings, to be solved later in life.

Monique made close friends with the girl from next door, Clarissa. The two were inseparable after a few short months. As they grew older, they began to share everything with one another. Monique would often taken control, bossing the other girl around, although Clarissa didn't seem to mind. They were both spoiled and they did whatever they wanted. They stayed close until Clarissa was sent off to Hogwarts, having an English father. It was when her best friend left that Monique became more of a recluse, deciding to stay to herself rather than spill all her secrets to another person.

Personality: Monique is all about herself. She wants what she wants and when she wants it. However, when the occasion presents itself, she can be a perfect doll. She just prefers to be a brat most of the time, it's easier than actually having to care. She keeps most of her feelings to herself (other than anger), choosing to build a wall around her emotions for protection. She's weary amongst strangers and it takes her time to warm up to others. Monique loves a good laugh, though, and has quite a sense of sarcasm. She can be a bit snippy and short and she's very blunt. She always says what is on her mind, despite what it might be. She doesn't fear hurting others, she just doesn't want to be hurt herself. She has faint interest in healing and charms, choosing to put most of her focus and time on studying up on both subjects. She loves a good book and could spend hours reading.

Sample RP:

The tall grass was blowing to the left in the wind. A soft whooshing sound could be heard if one stood quiet enough. There was no disturbance other than the occasional noise of an animal in their natural habitat. A rather large, stone house could be seen in the distance, just beyond a small patch of trees. It looked cold, unwelcoming on the outside, but the girl knew otherwise.

It was warm inside. Full of comfort, kindness, and love. There were people frolicking about, taking care of their everyday business. The smell of food filled the house, making it all the way up to the top floor. The woman, the insufferable middle-aged woman, was probably already working on dinner, however it wasn't even 1 yet. Lunch had just passed. The girl knew everyone inside was sharing warm smiles and that it would be perfectly welcoming in there.

Which was exactly why she was spending her time outside.

She wanted to be nowhere near all that love and affection. It made her sick. It got old after awhile. She just needed time to herself, she needed time to think. If she stayed in that house much longer, she would go insane. She knew it. She'd spent 16 years in that house, she didn't need to spend anymore.

The girl turned her attention upon the other house, directly behind her. It was smaller, more like a cottage. There was smoke drifting up out of the chimney and the front door was opened. That was how the girl, Monique, knew.

Clarissa was home.

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[angeliquedestiniee]

First name: Angelique
Last name: Destiniee
Age: 13
Appearance: Angelique has long chestnut brown hair, and eyes as blue as the forget-me-nots in her fathers flowerbeds. At 152 cm, she is quite small for 13. She has pale blush to her cheeks and her skin is naturally pale, even though she spends hours outside.
History: Angelique was born on the 21st of December,1998, from her English father and German mother. When she was only three months old, her mother died, leaving her in the care of her father. Angelique and her father were extremely close, and as shred got older,


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[Charolette Rosean]

First Name:Charolette

Last Name:Rosean

Age:15

Appearance:Charolette haves curly black hair just underneath her underarms, light brown skin, almond shape brown eyes, slim curvy build, about 5'5 in height.

History:On the 20th of January, 1997, Charolette was born in Mariselles, France, to a Afro-French father and a Scottish mother. She was born in the family castle in one of the rooms. Once she turned three months her mother started to work again as a fashion desginer, she was being taken care of by a house elf by the name of Milna. Her father works for the Ministry of Magic in the law department. When she was one and a half she was able to talk(a little) and walk on her own. She started showing her magical abilities at the age of four when she accidentaly had a few books fall off the shelves in the family library. Charolette was use to being the only child, when ever she asked for something she got it right away without any questions. That all ended when her sixteen year old cousin Abigail came to come live with them when Charolette was six. Her parents started putting Charolette on punishement when she would grow upset that she couldn't get what she wanted. Charolette began to dislike her cousin Abigail, her whole life changed because of her and Charolette didn't like that. Charolette began to ignore Abigail and would just stay to herself. Whenever Abigail would come around she would say 'hi' then 'bye' and be along her way. Charolette would stay in her room or the library, she knew that Abigail wouldn't go to those places. When Charolette turned nine she asked her mother could she spend the summer holidays with her grandparents, Andrew and Sophia. Her parents told her that she could, but have to come back home in the beginning of August. Charolette had her most fun in Scotland with her grandparents whose manor lived by a bay, she and her grandparents would have lunch by the bay everyday if it didn't rain. The day before she got her letter her cousin Abigail finally moved out the castle. Charolette could of care less then, and pretended to be sadden when she had to leave. When she finally receieved her letter to Beauxbaton she was so excited that she accidentaly sprayed chocolate icing every where in the kitchen.

Personality:Charolette is a little shy at first, but once she starts warming up to someone she can be talktive, not by much. She sometimes keep to herself, she's sarcastic when she's mad. She tends to ignore drama when she can, and hardly causes any. Charolette can be quiet innocent, and when she does something wrong, some people can't believe that it's true. when she havesnothing else to do she either goes out for a walk or write in her journal to distress herself.She never argues with any one, she just walks away. Charolette would ignore the mentions of her parents and Abigail, she doesn't really like talking about them if she could help it. Whenever she receives a letter from her parents you would see her read it then rip it up and write back on a small piece of it. She never forgave their actions from when she was younger, and the never explained why they did it.

Sample RP:Charolette sat on in the middle of her bed, with her favorite soft dark purple pillow in her lap. She stared blankly out the window, she was feeling nervous and she didn't know why. I should be outside, Charolette thought to herself. If I go outside that means I would more than likely see Louis. Charolette sighed, she really didn't want see Louis, honestly Charolette felt like a complete idiot and utterly embarrased. Why did she have to be so bold enough to confes her feelings to her neighbor? She should of known that he had a girlfriend, but she hoped he didn't then maybe they could of start dating or something. Now she's in her room afraid to go outside and face Louis with the fear that he may laugh at her or his girlfriend is there and he told her. Oh the horror that would be if he told her, she wouldn't be able to set foot outside until it's time to go back to Beauxbatons.

The school needs to hurry up and start already, Charolette thought to herself, then I won't have to worry about Louis. Charolette exhaled loudly, as she leaned back, her pillow covering her face. There was a knock at her bedroom door. Charolette tossed her pillow aside, and rolled out the bed, once she stood up, she smoothed at her dress, and ran her fingers threw her curls. She got to the door and opened it up, standing there was her older friend, Florence. Charolette smiled, and made room so Florence can walk in past her. "How you been?" Florence asked, sitting on the edge of Chaolette's bed.

"Okay I guess," Charolette shrugged her shoulders, as she sat next to Florence. "I did something stupid earlier today."

Florence smiled, "What did you do?"

"I told Louis that I have a crush on him, and he told me he had a girlfriend,'' Charolette looked down at the ground, she's just waiting for Florence to laugh at her.

"Ouch," Florence scrunched up her face. She tipped Charolette's chin up so she can look into her eyes. "Hey don't worry about it, there is a ton of guys out there that wouldn't mind dating you sweety."

"I know that," Charolette rolled her eyes. She's not going to tell Florence that she only pictures herself with Louis. "Forget about me and my non existent relationship, how's going with you and Theopoline?"

"Everything is going great actually," Florence was pratically bouncing up and down. "We just celebrated our three year anniversary yesterday."

"Aww," cooed Charolette. "No ring yet?"

Florence sighed and shook her head no, "No, it's fine though, he's probably not ready for marriage yet."

"That's it," Charolette wished she never brought it up. "I'm sorry that I mentioned that Flo."

Florence waved off the apology, "It's nothing Charolette, it was already on my mind."

"Don't worry, he'll propose soon," Charolette tried to cheer her best friend up. "He probably want to do it when you least expect it."

Florence smiled, "You're right."

"I know I am," giggled Charolette. "Milna just finished baking a chocolate cake, do you want some?"

"Do you even have to ask that question?" Florence hopped off the bed and made her way towards the door with Charolette right behind her.

~Done~

Could you please expand on her history and personality? For instance, what happened between age 4 and when she received her letter, etc.

Here at Beauxbatons we don't 'G Mod'. G Modding (or God Modding) is when you control another character. You need not change your RP Sample now, but please be aware in the future.

EDIT: I believe Sournois will suit you best.

[Madeleine Petit]

First Name: Madeleine

Last Name: Petit

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:

History: Madeleine lived in a small cottage deep in the Ardennes, away from most civilisation, along with her father, older brother, and younger sisters. She doesn't know much about her mother, only that her father's sturdy eyes begin to gleam with a hint of tears any time he mentions her, which is a rarity in itself. Madeleine was instilled with a fierce value of hard work in her core and spent the majority of her life in the forest, either performing what to her became menial chores or simply enjoying the simplistic scenery. The few times her family traveled to the nearest town revealed Madeleine's strong personality and a fierce thirst for adventure, for something different than the routine life she lived in. She grew up bold and inquisitive, rarely found inside her home for more than an hour at a time, often wandering the forest or trekking to the town to socialise and explore.

Personality: Madeleine has a fierce personality and is always speaking her mind with a blunt directness. This bold attitude of hers is often considered as simple rudeness, misbehaving, or acting out, and as such, she was never really respected by adults or her intimidated and insulted peers. Even as a young child, she had an unusually controlled temper but yet seemed to always be annoyed. As Madeleine grew up under the disapproving glares of others, she grew to believe she was just as bad as they all thought she was, and often isolates herself so as to avoid speaking with anybody. After years of being seen as the rebel of the small town she often visited, she became a pessimistic, sarcastic person, never speaking unless spoken to and often snapping when challenged or questioned. However rough her exterior may be, Madeleine considers herself nice to those who deserve it, and will often go out of her way to do something for someone if they're one of the few people she deeply cares about. She is, though, quietly thankful for the social isolation she's acquired - gives her more time to sketch, write, read, or simply look around rather than wasting her energy attempting to be kind to the people she usually only sees as simply annoying.

Sample RP: Madeleine pushed away a large, overhanging branch, squinting her eyes at the sun's bright rays as she strolled to the small cottage in the clearing ahead, slightly hesitant to go home. But she'd been gone for hours playing pranks on the others with her best friend, Adrien, and her father was probably missing her.

She scoffed and twisted her lips into a scorn. Her father. After his first child, Madeleine's older brother Didier, showed no signs of magic, he'd hoped that Madeleine and the twins would be Squibs too.

"How wrong he was," muttered Madeleine proudly. She was still quite bitter about her family's reaction to the Beauxbatons letter - her father managed to be happy for her yet scolding her about safety, her brother turned into a jealous wreck, and the twins wouldn't stop complaining that they were only six and had been, as of late, raiding Madeleine's closet thinking that her clothes would make them magical.

She lifted her arm to open the door, but stopped herself. This was her last day at home before she made the long journey to Beauxbatons. Maybe she should enjoy it rather than criticising her family...

She shook her head and sighed, craning her head to peer at the clear, sunny sky. This was her new adventure - she'd handle it any way she wanted to. And that meant that for today, she'd play the roll of typical Madeleine; wrestling with her pain of a brother, pranking the oh-so-gullible twins, and engaging in humourous political debates with her father as they stood over the fire preparing dinner.

She smiled and grasped the doorknob, turning it slowly and letting the familiar musty scent of her home and the noises of her little sisters arguing fill her. One day left before she was free, however temporary, and however much she would miss the easy life she had here. Even if she'd never admit it to herself.

I think Cossu will be glad to have you.

[Aimme Bougree]

First Name - Aimme (pronounced Amy)
Last Name - Bougree
Age - 13
D.O.B. 11th February 1998
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History - Aimme was brought up in a small townhouse outside a French Town (Pau) with her mother, Roxanne and father, Julio. She has a baby sister, Josette and a baby brother, Antone.
She has a best friend that knows of her magical ability, the new ministry of magic doesn't care.

When young Aimme experienced a life changing situation, her would be now 15yr old brother, Justin died, this leaving Aimme an emotional scar inside. Her parents didn't ever mention him, or even celebrate his birthday, they pretended it didn't happen, this annoys Aimme, they need to let it go positively

Personality - Aimme is an optimistic girl, with a good heart. Her twin siblings, Antone & Josette, bring out the best in her, but she doesn't doubt when they're older, they'll stir her up.

She usually twists, and plays with her hair when nervous, and excels in magic, especially Transfiguration. She plays with her hair because of the accident with Justin, she was in the car when they crashed a shard of glass hit her head, needing surgery, the surgeons had to shave her hair, that's why she's so fond of it.

She's a Pure-Blood and the finest at that, although she dosen't like to boast, she likes to see herself as a historical woman she once heard of... (Hermione Granger), although smart and pure, Aimme dosent lack courage, one of her best skill, noticed by all friends.

When confronted with something she didn't do, she doesn't get angry she explains, if it's something she did do she'll admit it, she finds people like the truth straight away then later.

She is a goody-two-shoes (Like Hermione), and strives to do her best, her dream job is to be the first female ministeress for magic, but she wouldn't mind being a transfiguration teacher...

She also dosen't take well to strangers, meeting a new person is not her greatest desire, but once you get to know her she'll open up..., revealing her secrets.

Her biggest flaw, is she's naive, she trusts to easily.. and thats how people take advantage of her, at her old school, 'Pierre La Gero' she would open up to people and they'd tell people her secrets, this is why she's so quiet...

Sample RP -
She swished her wand (dragon heartstring, oak and 12 inches) at her cupboard, and it opened delicatley, "Accio Trunk" her brown trunk, with gold lineage gleamed in the sunlight as it came out of her cupboard.

She found a piece of paper and wrote "Dear Sandré (her best friend),
Today as you I'm leaving for Beauxbatons, besides my family you're the only one that knows of my magical ability, you're to tell know one when I'm away." a tear dripped from her eye and smudged the ink, "I'm sad to be leaving but I'll write by owl, I know you can't message me back so get mum & dad to do it. PS. Find attached, 1 packet of Bertie's every flavour beans, i'll know you'll like them, (watch out for brown, purple and white dots combination, it's vomit!!!). P.S.2 I've added a 'fidelius charm' to the paper, so only you can see what Ive written.
Sincerely Aimme.

She sniffled up her tears and pointed her wand at her solid glass hand mirror, and whispered "Avifors" the mirror turned into a bird, take this to Sandré, the birds eye glistened a look of understanding and glided into the sunlight,she picked up her packed trunk and looked at her room, she knew she wouldn't be gone for ever. she stepped from her doorway and said "Defigo" the door closed behind her and locked, she was going to Beauxbatons

Could you please expand a little on her history (her place of birth, childhood, etc) and her personality (maybe a little more of her reactions when confronted, with her friends, with strangers, etc.) just to help give us a better idea of which house she belongs in. Thanks!


EDIT: In the future, you should practice with some of our RP Rules, Tips & Guidelines because they really do come in handy when writing a good post. I'm sure you'll fit in well with Rouerie.

[Eva Romane Favre]

First Name: Eva

Last Name: Favre

Age: Fourteen

Appearance:

History: Eva was born and raised in a small village in France, though she always dreamed of living in Paris, the city her deceased mother grew up in. Her father was a muggle, and after her mother died of illness when Eva was eight, she and her little sister, Juliette, started living without magic.

Eva was a very imaginative girl when she was little. She tended to lock herself in her room and act out stories and plays she'd written with her dolls. Eva also told these stories to her sister, Juliette, when she wouldn't go to bed. Eva loved to sing, though not in public, as she was very self-conscious about her voice. The girl was also gifted in artistic ability. Often Eva would sit outside, sketching the garden or her favorite flowers, lilies. Sometimes she would even draw the neighbors if they were out.

In school, Eva was very quiet at first, but she soon learned to be a bit more outgoing. Her classmates liked her very much, especially for the stories she told them during lunch. Even though Eva tended to doze off and daydream in class, she managed to keep her grades above average, and she never skipped homework, even though she tended to be a bit lazy.

After had Eva received her Beauxbatons letter and had read it, she was overjoyed. When her mother had been alive, she'd told Eva and her sister about magic, and Eva always read her mother's books. Once, she'd even tried to cast a spell using her mother's old wand, but it didn't work at all. Her father had made her scrub the kitchen floor for hours. The letter had been such an amazing surprise, Eva had read read it least ten times before looking up and grinning from ear to ear.

Personality: Eva is usually an optimistic person, but she always looks at the negative side to things as well, especially after the death of her mother. To her sister, Juliette, Eva is a bit like a mother figure, and she is a bit overprotective of her. She daydreams all the time and considers herself to be a great romantic. Sometimes she is a little clumsy, and Eva is lazy when it comes to doing things she thinks are boring or unnecessary.

While Eva has a few negative qualities, she also has many positive ones. She is artistic, creative, and very capable of thinking outside the box. She is clever and determined when she wants to be, and is a genuinely kind and caring person. This was proved when she took in a small black kitten she had run into during a short walk. (She named the kitten Hugo, and still has him.) Eva isn't very athletic, but wishes she could be. She's a very big dreamer, and she wishes to go to Paris and become an author.

Sample RP: As Eva looked out the window of her small house, she could see the rain poring down, and she could hear it beating on the roof of the house. It was days like these that a person could sit down and think without being disturbed. After all, everyone else was too depressed to speak. Eva didn't understand why no one seemed to like the rain. She'd always thought it gave the world a more... soothing look.

After slipping on her rain boots, Eva headed out. She could hear the soft pitter-patter sound the rain made as it hit the ground and felt relaxed. It was summer, so the rain felt cool on her hot skin. Eva ran her hands through her soaked hair and and gazed at her surroundings. Everything seemed alive. She could see the grass perking up, as if it had been waiting for this shower for years. Eva's beloved lilies looked brighter and happier, and while the sky was gray, it didn't seem gloomy at all. Eva smiled slightly, and walked along the road to get to the swing set one of her neighbors had allowed her to use.

The seat was wet, but Eva didn't care. She sat down and started swinging her legs a bit. The breeze felt nice and cool, and the rain continued to fall on her. Eva loved the calm atmosphere the rain brought along, and since she enjoyed solitude, it was pleasant when no one came outside. Yes, it was the perfect weather to sit and think. And for Eva, there was a lot to think about. Especially that letter she'd gotten from Beauxbatons. She wondered what boarding school would be like, and she thought about magic. What if it was too difficult for her and she was sent home? But Eva put that thought aside and listened to the rain instead. After all, who knew when she would be able to be out in the rain, alone and peaceful, again? So she sat there, gently rocking back and forth, breathing in the moist air and watching the water droplets falling from the sky.

You will do well in Cossu!

[paradejackson]

First name: Parade
Last name: Jackson
Age: 15
Appearance: Long wavy blonde hair, falling just below her waist, a petite nose and perfectly pink rosebud lips. Able to change her appearance on demand however as she has her father's Metamorphmagus abilities.
History: A pure blood witch, born into a family with a Metamorphmagus father, yet being the only one of 5 siblings to inherit these abilities, Parade was brought up not only knowing she was a witch, but using magic frequently. In doing so, she was made an outcast at her English muggle primary school, despite her beauty. She, however found ways to escape by reading books and acting in prestigious performances in the west end. A very intelligent and creative girl, Parade excelled in her studies, especially in English, Maths, Art, Drama and P.E. Parade was always eager to learn more about magic though and was delighted when she received acceptance letters to Durmstrang, Hogwarts and Beauxbatons aged 11. Selecting Hogwarts, as it was nearer, she began her magical studies. She continued to excel in her studies, this time in transfiguration, arithmancy, muggle studies, charms, divination and defence against the dark arts. At Hogwarts, she was sorted into Ravenclaw. She quickly gathered the basics of quidditch and was selected for her house team in her second year. Everything continued to go well, until, at the end of her fourth year, she received a letter from her father. He had been promoted and was relocating to France along with the entirety of the family. She was reaccepted into Beauxbatons, but will have to start her studies again from her first year, but this was not disappointment to Parade, who simply loved learning. The real disappointment came in the relocating and her having to leave behind Hogwarts, a place she had grown to love.
Personality: A very creative, intelligent and bubbly girl, looking to achieve in everything she sets her mind to. She has always been eager to make friends, but not always so successful, as her outgoing personality is rather frightening to some.

Sample RP:
Parade watched her reflection as a tear tumbled down her cheek and fell down, hitting the lake below her. She was distraught at the thought of having to leave behind her new life. No, she thought. It was a brilliant opportunity for her, as well as her father. She stifled in her tears. She look up at the sunlight peering through the trees and smiled. Her world was going to change, but it would be a brilliant adventure.

She gazed down at the watercolour painting she had been doing. It wasn't her best, but it was certainly excellent. She picked up the book that lay to her side. As she read, she joined the characters on their quest. Searching trough the desert, she found something among the endless dunes. She could enjoy a book forever, all the different adventures she could belong in. All the escapes from real life. It was something she loved.

She picked up her things and strolled along the footpath back up to her house. Her eyes were led to the surrounding creatures, you would not believe existed, if you were not magical. She was going to miss it all.

Please expand your personality and change your display name to match the name of your character. Thank you!

[coolkait8]

First Name: Isabelle (Bells)
Last Name: Noir
Age: 11
Appearance: Long white blond hair, violet eyes, and pale skin. a heart shaped face and is very delicate looking, though personality wise she is the opposite.
History: When she was less than a month old, her parents were murdered, and she was sent to a dance studio, were her godmother taught. She grew up dancing and singing, but was quick in learning, in all subjects. But not always happy. Her godmother thought of her as a bother and used her to earn money from her talents. When she got her letter from Beauxbatons, she was ecstatic, it included a lone picture of her parents, the only one she has ever seen.
Personality: She is extremely intellectual, and loves to dance and sing. Her desire is to find true love, and not just because she's a Veela. She is also hot-headed, but has impeccable manners and a exceptional way with words. She is tough, but if things get too much she will cry. if she opens up to you, you are lucky, she doesn't trust easily nor expresses her feelings well.
Sample RP: Alone at night, I scurry down to the studio, and turn on the music. Almost immediately, my soul blends with the melody swaying my body, I don’t stop the natural feelings, letting my arms move and my legs sweep across the floor. The moonlight catches the shine in my white blond hair, making it shimmer, as if I put sparkles throughout it.
My mind wanders, like a child in a park, exploring every inch of what I know. It jumps over the facts, twirls on the wishes and dreams, and bounces on the desires.
I hear someone cough on the stairs. ‘Madame Boucher?’ I squeak, turning red as she walks into the light. ‘I-I-I couldn’t sleep, and I even tried reading! I read a whole book, actually. So I thought maybe I should try dancing, because it calms me down. I’m sorry.’ I sputter.
She grabs my hair, ‘You are finally going to be gone tomorrow! Now go to bed and stay in your room!’
She throws my up the stairs, I whimper as she steps on my foot walking up the stairs. I wait a few seconds and crawl silently up, choking back the tears.

Hi Isabelle, can you please expand on your Personality and History?

[trin]

TRINITY ADELAIS AIMER

Full Name: Trinity Adelais Aimer
Face Claim: Delphine Lo Grasso
Age & Date of Birth: 15 years old, born June 2nd, 1997
Year Request: 5th year
House Request: Ravenclaw
Blood Purity: Half-Blood

Trinity Aimer is lucky to be beautiful, however she does not feel it. She is 5' 5", 115lbs, ambidextrous, wears high-end but light, flowy clothing and has trouble committing to one type of style. Her light blonde hair is long and reaches down to the midsection of her back, but is seldom combed or styled in any sort of way. She tends to wear it in one of three styles: up, down, or in a sloppy bun with strands sticking out every-which-way. Her light green-gray eyes hypnotize, but that's only if you can catch her looking at you. She's quite shy and you'll be lucky to catch her locking eyes with you.

Strengths: Beautiful, extremely independent, kind, overly compassionate, intelligent and very committed to anything she sets her mind to- including succeeding in school... she wants to do well in every aspect because she feels that she isn't worth much. She wants to prove to the world (and unbeknownst to her, prove to herself) that she is full of worth and inner beauty as well.
Weaknesses: Distrusting, unsure of herself, timid, secretly loathes older women because of her history with her mother; another weakness is the fact that she can't seem to understand WHY things (such as spells) don't work when she tries them at first. She gets easily frustrated and has issues fixing the problem
Personality: Trinity was born June 2nd, therefore she is a Gemini. She is composed of two completely polar-opposite sides.. Her dark side is critical, easy to temper and cynical. She can also be compassionate, loyal and funny. She is always quiet when she first meets someone, especially because she has such trouble with trust after everything she's been through. It's definitely a challenge trying to get her to let you (or anyone, for that matter) in.

History: Trinity was born on June 2nd, 1865 in a very nice home in Cannes on the southwestern coast of France. She grew up with her mother and father in the home as an only child, and was their prized possession until she lost her father at 5 years old. Unfortunately, her mother then grew cold and turned against her, leaving her to grow up emotionally alone in a confusing world. When her father died, her mother and her moved across the continent to London to begin a new life. Her mother remarried and now never has time for her. Trinity received her letter from Hogwarts and decided to attend. Her mother is not so sure if that is the best thing for her. Trin has always had trouble figuring out who she is and cannot quite commit to anything.


Sample RP: "The dawn is finally approaching..." Trinity thought to myself, staring into the distance. The horizon was beautiful- an avid array of colors streaked across the sky, dividing the ocean from the beachy area she knew so well. She pressed my toes into the sound, feeling each grain brush against her soft skin. Her petite feet would miss this sand, just as she would miss this place. It was Trinity's sacred area, and frankly the only memory she would ever look back on with a fond smile. Will ever find my way in the new world of London? She thought. She had heard so much about it from her mother, as she completely detested the place. Her mother wanted her to grow up and get married, to become a boring housewife, because she was old-fashioned and in Trinity's opinion, ugly inside. Her mother had shuffled off proudly to get married, like she had been born to do it. But not Miss Trin... She had always felt she had a purpose. There was a higher purpose for her- something in her life that she had yet to accomplish. Now if she could only place my finger on what it was! "Hmm..." She pondered aloud. "Maybe I'll never know!" Then she tossed a strand of her golden hair behind her shoulder. "Who would be kind enough to tell me if I should ask, anyhow. I guess I'll never know." Suddenly, her anger flared up inside her, feeling like heartburn and instead of allowing tears escape the rims of her misty green eyes, she picked up a small pebble nearby and chucked it as far and hard as she could into the ocean. Finally with that, she said her goodbyes to Cannes.

Please expand on Trinity's history and personality a little more. Maybe add more detail to your RP sample as our requirement is 3 decent paragraphs.