Sorting (Term Twenty Two)

[sadiebartelt]

My name is Sadie Bartelt. i was born in Ireland but have been moved France when i was 14,to this school. i have brown hair that is a pixie cut, blue eyes, and wear glasses. i am short but attractive. I am 15. My hobbies contain reading most of my time, talking with my friends, and studying history and cultures and drawing and singing. i am a pureblood, and part Veela, but i do not believe in social status deciding your friends. My mother is a Veela, and my father works for the Ministry of Magic. i have an older sister, and a younger brother. we are not rich and we are thankful for what we have. I am outgoing, loud at times, quite around strangers, stubborn, pretty, respective of others opinions of me and other things. i love to laugh and enjoy a good joke as long as no one gets hurt. My favorite color is blue, my favorite animal is the Raven. i like the martial arts. I get good grades. And i like to meet new people. i do not worry about my appearance because i like to be me and am comfortable. I like to do homework and just learn in all. i have stage fright but i am a powerful debater. i stand up for my beliefs, and what i believe is right.

Please follow the application template that is in code on the first page. Also, before you can be sorted you need to be sure to have a roleplaying sample that is at least 3 paragraphs long. Your display name should also match the name of your character. Feel free to look at other applications of characters who have been sorted to get a better idea of what your application should look like.

[brian]

First Name: Brian
Last Name: Peters
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:



History: It never occurred to Brian that he was something more than just an ordinary guy. He was born and raised in Missouri. His parents appeared normal. Although he wondered how his American father could ever manage to get a french woman like his mother. So he is of mixed heritage, but could never imagine that he was more than just that. Brian is not an only child and has one younger brother who he looks after since his parents travel often. At a young age, he was taught how to speak french and began musical lessons. He was more interested in playing the piano and drums. Eventually he got around to other musical instruments and singing.

As he grew up, he hung out with the popular group in school. He made great and lasting friendships. He rarely dated. And for the most part, he was busy trying to make it out as a music artist. However, his normal life always seemed strange. He was able to make things appear out of the blue. Owls would arrive and leave his home, but his parents brushed it off as if it were nothing. The owls were just hunting mice. But one day he received something out of the ordinary, an invitation letter to attend Beauxbatons Academy which he brought to his parents attention. It was then he found out that his normal life wasn't what it seemed to be. It was much more cooler than that!

His mother is a full-blooded witch and his father a muggle, but with wizarding abilities. They explained to him how they met while they were young. His father attended Hogwarts while his mother was at Beauxbatons. After some years they met again and had married a couple years after. Brian learned a lot of the magical world that he missed out on for the past seventeen years and became interested in exploring this new world. With his parents approval, he packed his bags hoping for a new outlook on life and an opportunity he wouldn't miss for the world.

Personality: Brian is a laid back guy. He is easy to get along with and is genuinely nice. Because of this he's able to make friends easily and is the go-to guy for advice. He is outgoing and displays a jovial, extroverted nature. He's very loyal and quick to befriend. Brian is an avid movie fan and loves the 80's era of movies. His favorites are The Goonies and The Breakfast Club. He's also a passionate musician and plays several instruments. He can also sing too, but is a little stage shy. Brian is very protective of family and friends and would stick up for them or do anything to ensure their happiness.

Sample RP: It was hard to believe that in just a few hours he would be boarding a plane to France. His room appeared to look like a pig sty, but only because he didn't know what he should take with him besides his clothes. Obviously he would leave his guitar at home since it's his most prized possession. His mother walked by and noticed the trouble he was in and stopped at his door way, a small smile creeping across her lips.

"Brian? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Glancing up at his mother from the floor, he turned over and sighed loudly. He needed a lot of help because for the first time he was going to be away from home. Brian didn't know how long he would be away or if he would get to see his parents and brother very often. How are they going to communicate? There were so many questions just filling up in his head that he just didn't know where to begin! "I don't know what to take with me. I've obviously got my clothes, but can I bring any of my electronics? At least my Ipod? I don't think I can go without my music." He wasn't sure if they listened to the type of music he does. There was nothing in the brochure about what the school offered besides a magical experience.

"Of course you can bring your Ipod. Now hurry and pack up your clothes and don't forget your toothbrush and all that personal stuff." She smiled.

"Thanks." He offered a smile, even if it was measly. Brian spent the rest of the hour packing. He made sure he brought all the essentials that he couldn't go without. The last thing he was able to fit was a framed picture of his family. He would miss them the most. Brian knew he would suffer from home-sickness, but he got the opportunity to explore a new world and place. He would be able to visit his mother's home and attend her school. Fortunately for him, she would travel along with him to make sure he's settled. There's so much he had to learn and for obvious reasons he can't do it alone. Before he left his house, he said a sorrowful goodbye to his brother and then his father. "I'll see you next break. By then, I think traveling should be easier, right?" He left, unsure of what was going to happen. He was unsure about everything, but a part of him felt excited. It was an adventure he looked forward to and will never forget.

COSSU!

[levi125]

First Name: levi
Last Name: ashford

Age: seventeen

History:

Born December 5th, 1994 in London, England, Levi has always been privileged; and he's always been brought up to know that. Born into a long line of proud and noble pure bloods, with more riches to their name than one could ever imagine, Levi in the only child of Odette, a young french ballet dancer and Marco Ashford, a smart and important ministry official from England. Levi had barely reached a few months of age when his father was killed in what everyone declared a freak accident. When he turned five Odette married his father's long time and close friend, Christoph. giving birth to Levi's two younger twins sisters Marie and Claire not long after. When the twins were eight and Levi was 13, they relocated back to France.

Despite a large reputation given to many pureblood families, Levi had a happy childhood and grew to care for his own family tremendously; his mother was a caring, doting mother while his step-father treated him as if he was his own, often commenting on how much he reminded him of his dear friend. Even when his parents seperated and his mother continued to remarry, he kept in touch with his (ex)step-father, finding comfort in any advice he could give him along with the many stories of his late father.

Then one day tragedy hit. What was supposed to be a bright, sunny day turned gloomy and gray when Marie was diagnosed with severe Pneumonia, dying a short time later. While the the healers had tried everything to save her she was deemed a lost cause. It crushed Levi and his whole family, now having lost another person in their life. It was with this that his whole perspective on life changed slightly. His family grew again, and with time he learned to accept his losses.

Normally privately tutored (his mother feared he would mix with the wrong people specifically those unworthy of her son's attention), Odette made the choice to send him away for the last few years of his schooling in the end choosing he alma mater, Beauxbaton Academy.

Personality:

Levi is like any pureblood: he's proud of where he comes from, slightly arrogant and is never without a sarcastic remark. His temper can easily take over and is easily to flare up. His has no belief that any type of blood is dirty but is quick to say purebloods are in many way better than others. Being blunt is his forte and he does not hesitate to say what is exactly on his mind to anyone - male or female.

Speaking of, Levi is quite the flirt. He enjoys the company of all women but he's never had an actual relationship just few ahem, more than friendly friends here and there. He's a ladies man but will quickly drop that part of his lifestyle if he finds the right girl...whenever he starts looking for her. For now he's all about having fun and enjoying his younger years.

Like his father, Levi is extremely smart, and will do everything to prove that fact. He strives for the best and won't stop until he has it. If he loses it won't matter to him too much...he'll just treat the other person like mud on the bottom of his shoe.

As you can guess, with the loss of family members he's grown to be quite distant from people for fear of losing them. He keeps his deepest thoughts, dreams, and hopes to himself. It would take a deep bond with someone for him to share anything personal without a threat along with it. No matter what though, Levi is a listener. Once he becomes friends with someone he will always have their back and will always be there to support them. He's loyal and accepting of just about anyone that doesn't piss him off or get on his nerves.


Sample RP:

Glaring up at the sun, Levi squinted as the brightness stung and forced his sneezes back so as not to break the silence around him. He was the only one at the train station, having arrived early to avoid the rush. Currently waiting for his mother, his litter sister gripped his hand tightly with impatience. "Levi," she spoke, her voice laced with a tiny french accent, "Where is she?" she questioned him, straining to see down both end of the empty track. He looked down at his youngest sister. Only five years of age, she looked like a little version of their mother. She'd been the last to be born and the only product of his mothers fourth marriage. He hair sat in a high and curly ponytail that bounced with each swish of her head. People would often stare at her when she was out with the family. Her caramel skin made her stick out but he never thought it was odd.

Then again, he was her older brother so of course he wouldn't. If he was honest, Genevieve was his favorite among all his siblings. She reminded him of his own five-year old self. Full of wonder and excitement, not caring what troubles were out in the world, just when her mother would appear. He left her question unanswered as the familiar sound of a train filled their ears. His mother had just finished her very last show in England and was now on her way back to France. While yes, a wizarding way would have been much quicker he knew how fond she was of being on trains; it'd been his fathers favorite way of transport. Genevieve tugged on his hand and propelled them away from their bench to meet her.

One of the first off the train she swept her daughter up in a tight hug, propping her on her hip and kissed her eldest son twice. "It's so good to be back." she exclaimed, her accent thick and heavy as well. "Where is everyone?" she asked him, twisting her head from side to side. Usually, all her children would come to pick her up but they decided to stay home that day. "They didn't want to come and I didn't want them too. It would have taken to long." he explained as Odette set her daughter back on the ground. "Besides, I want to get going as soon as possible. I've already said goodbye to them." As well as meeting his mother here, Levi was on his way to his new school. The term has started already but he had only just be able to transfer there. "Right right. It slipped my mind." Odette stared at her son with a smile on her face before pulling him into a bone crushing hug. It was then that his train pulled into the station. Like his mother, he enjoyed them more than most people in the wizarding world.

"Prends soin de toi, mon cher." his mother whispered to him as the parted. Levi hugged his sister and was soon on his train heading for his new school. It was then he realized how sad their goodbye had been. Turning to face the window he offered them both a huge, cheesy grin and waved goodbye before, with a small twirl, they were gone.

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The devilish boy belongs in Sournois!

[Audrey Hill]

First Name: Audrey

Last Name: Hill

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:

History:

She was a lonely rich girl born into a life of of luxury. Living right outside of Paris, France she lived in a society where looks and money are everything. She was born as an only child with her mother, where thoughts of her father were distant memories. And a odd half blood. She wasn't very happy with her life but Audrey carried on with her life anyways. She would go to constantly change to different schools when her mother decided to travel, Audrey didn't mind at all as long as she could shop at exclusive malls along the way.

Getting older Audrey's mother has grown tired of traveling, she then decided to settle in a permanent home which in Audrey's case meant a boarding school. Her previous cousins had graduated Beauxbaton but Audrey's first choice was Hogwarts. But this didn't go as Audrey wanted. Her mother had recommended she attends Beauxbaton over what she called 'Ragged' Hogwarts. Audrey wasn't in the mood to disapprove of her mother's choices so she was stuck attending Beauxbaton academy of magic.

Audrey had shown no sign of magic in till she was fourteen. Audrey's mother was excited but it wasn't anything to celebrate about. Her mother had big expectations of her since then. But Around her 16th birthday her letter for Beauxbaton had arrived. Something Audrey didn't expect.



Personality:

clean, organized, dislikes chaos, neat freak, perfectionist, traditional, realist, fits in most places, enjoys managing others, risky, good at saving money, prudent, respects authority, high self control, hard working, does not like to stand out, follows the rules, finisher, resilient, takes precautions, cautious, honest when she feels like it, familiar with the dark side of life, practical, dutiful

Audrey is intelligent, and would rather keep to herself socially. She often plays the bad girl and the "I'm too good for you" act around guys. She likes to be sarcastic and takes some insults as a joke. She's got kind heart and tries to forget about her past. She's willing to be friends with about anyone.

Sample RP:


Audrey's hazel green, almost crystal-like eyes shined in the sunlight. She puckered her lips and frowned in frustration. Somethings wrong with my suitcase! She thought to herself . Ugh. Audrey ran her fingers through her hair and zipped open her suitcase. As always she was a neat freak and couldn't take it when stuff was scattered around.

She was probably running late but she didn't care. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to go in and meet these people. What if they didn't like her? She bit at her nails in frustration. Audrey then re zipped her suit case and stood up so that the cold air was stinging her face.

She inhaled the fresh air. 1...2...3... Then she exhaled with a broad smile on her face. I can do this she reassured herself. And with a big step she walked forward.

Rouerie!

[Arabella Montez]

First Name: Arabella
Last Name: Montez
Age: 11 years
Appearance: Arabella has long blonde hair reaching way down her back, which is usually left out or in plaits. Her soulful blue eyes would be best described as the sea, big and and blue and never-ending yet constantly changes and molds with the weather/moods. Arabella is little for eleven, and usually gets mistaken for eight or nine. Although, she is a very good snooper, on account of being able to fit into small spaces. she is veryu pretty, and will definately break a few hearts when she's older!
P.S I do have a picture, but my computer's haveing a spasm and it won't let me upload it:)
History:
Her father’s side:
Many years ago, when the Dark Lord was at his height of power, he had thousands of loyal supporters. One of them was Alexandre Montez, Arabella’s dad. Alexandre was a heartless creature, slaying thousands of innocent people without a second thought. It was his job, after all. He is most famous for his massacre of over a hundred British wizards, many of them Hogwarts students, in the 1980’s. He never lived down that side of him, even when he married in 1998, and still regularly beats Arabella and his wife.
Her mother’s side:
Sofie Coneau was born to a Frenchman and a fairy, who met when Genelle (her mother) was exiled from the fairy realm and was found weeping by a stream. Danyant Coneau, found her and, as far as Arabella knows, took her home to France with him and a few months later married her. Arabella doesn’t know about her grandmothers fairy roots, but she does think there is something magical about her.
Personality:
Arabella, or just plain Bella, is shy but sweet. She prefers to hide away with a book rather than hang out with a huge crowd. On the other hand, if you become good friends with her she will NOT stop talking. Bella is very stubborn and will not stop until she gets her way, which is probably her worst trait in some cases, but best in others. Like houses. Arabella doesn’t want to continue the family line of Sournois. She doesn’t want to be like her father, a Death Eater. She wants to be different, a rose among thorns. Bella is extremely smart, almost too smart for her own good. She gets horribly teased about it, and her father did. Her favourite pastime is swimming. She loves the cool feeling of slicing through the water, powering ahead of everyone. But most of all, Bella does not want to be known for her father’s deeds. She just wants to be Arabella Montez, standing on her own two feet.
Sample RP:
“Be honest with me Arabella. Do you really want to go to the stupid fancy boarding school?” Bella gulped. She could see the anger burning in her Dads eyes, the fury burning his heart. She knew what was coming. It always came. It was always there, waiting to pounce on her, watching her every move, waiting for her to take a step out of place, waiting for her to do something wrong. It stalked her every move, trailing behind her as she walked around their small dingy flat. It waited while she slept, It followed her to school. It waited, ready to attack at the slightest move, ready to strike with its big ugly fists. It was waiting, just waiting. Slowly, Bella looked up, waiting for what was coming “Yes Dad, I do”

Please expand on Arabella's personal history instead of just that of her parents. Also her RP sample must meet Beauxbatons' minimum of 3 paragraphs, so just a little more would be perfect. Thank you.

[arden bingham]

First Name:

arden tamara

Last Name:

bingham

Age:

17

Appearance:

History:

arden was born in london, england and raised in edinburgh, scotland. born to one muggle mother and a pureblood father, she was halfblood. she was raised with her three older sisters - beatrix, amanda, and havana - and was always living in their shadows. she was never really one to hide and she always enjoyed being in the spotlight... in some form or another. but that was her childhood. it was spent happily with her family as her mother owned a small chain of boutiques that catered to rather rich clients, and her father was a bit of a money mogul, living through the stock market. so far so good! the four girls lived with their parents and all was well. they each had their own special little talent, but somehow they all got in each other's way. because there was so much conflict in the house of bingham, she found herself leaving the house more and more as she grew older. when she was eleven, she had managed to find her way from one end of the city and back again without her parents even noticing. the girl was gifted with an insane amount of freedom that only amounted after years of neglect. arden never felt the need to rebel, however, and found herself only reassured by the love her parents felt for all the girls.

gradually, each one began to experience magic in their own right. arden was of course, the last one. but she watched as each of her sisters would disappear for a year to their magic school of choice and return with many stories that made her tales of girls fighting in the playground seem minuscule and irrelevant. regardless, she worshiped each and every one of her sisters like they were goddesses and she were a mere mortal. finally, it was her turn. she was finally able to attend the school she had always dreamed of attending. only one of her sisters chose beauxbatons over hogwarts before her, and she had already left. but when each sister returned for the summer and winter holidays, beatrix always had the best stories to share, ones that seemed as though there was a magic here that was unique and different. after she applied, a little late due to late blooming magic, she finally got to attend the school of her dreams.

Personality:

arden is a bit of a writer and a bit of a gossip. she isn't proud of it, but she finds herself writing anonymously into gossip sites with tips, or in her own case, she would write about people she knew using an unknown name (and even writing about herself to keep everyone off her trail). she's pretty cunning and sneaky, but would never write something awful that would ruin someone's life. she doesn't give away secrets that will damage a reputation unless it was one that needed damaging. she liked to think of herself as someone who evened the playing field for everyone - knowing everyone and keeping everyone in the loop.

she's a social butterfly, always talking to people and always getting to know them... but at the same time, keeping herself distant. she's friendly enough and will talk about some of the lighter details, but she never really gets into the nitty gritty bits of her life or her history. try and get any of that out of her and you'll pretty much end up standing there staring at a girl who has a blank slate. once she steps through the front gates of the school, she can be whoever she wants to be and she doesn't dwell on her past.

on her down time, she was in a muggle band. and she was a pretty good guitarist and keyboard player. she's interested in music, and loves listening to anything around her for inspiration. she's also a bit of a bookworm and a teacher's pet sometimes. she's learned what teachers love and what they hate and tends to be the girl with all the right answers...

she's street smart and book smart, and creative. there's got to be a flaw, right? she's a little bit too nosy sometimes and will end up hurting some people that she loves just to get a good story out of it. she can also be selfish at times, but modest too. everything balances out well for her, but sometimes she's a little bit too much of certain traits that just accentuate how much of a bad girl she could really be. she's very stubborn and sarcastic, sometimes insulting people under her breath but still managing to make herself heard. she loves debating with others and won't stop until she wins.

she's a little careless when it comes to emotions of others. sometimes she knows, sometimes she doesn't. if she can avoid hurting someone she will, but half the time she thinks that a small little dig doesn't do much, but that tended to be how she got into fights with her sisters. that, and her thinking that she'd be better than them at nearly everything, regardless of being shadowed. she liked to think that with time, she would outshine them all, and be the only one in the spotlight.

Sample RP:

"Oh Mum, I'll be fine!" she reassured her parents as she stood outside of the cab. It was going to take her to the airport which would take her to Paris. There she would find her way to the Rue de Paradis and take the portkey to the school. She was beyond excited to be leaving home at last and exploring the world on her own. Even if the world just meant another school. Her mother licked her finger and began to scrub away behind her ears. She grimaced but allowed her mother to finish her routine before clearing her throat and taking a step away from her. "Thanks, but I think I've got this." she laughed as she felt the cool spring breeze blow at the wet spot in the crevice. She gave her father a tight hug and kissed both her parents on the cheek goodbye.

Giving them one last wave, she stepped into the taxicab. Closing the door behind her, the cab started to move and she stared out the window as her home got farther and farther away from her. She leaned back into the plush, black seat and closed her eyes. She was being transported to a new world which held magical wonders and she couldn't wait to learn how to use her wand. Her wand! she opened the top part of her purse and peeked inside. There, nestled around her makeup and various other contraptions, was her wand. She smiled down at it, happy to be with magic now that it was her turn. Her sisters had made fun of her for developing so late, but she knew that in time she'd get her chance. And it was finally here!

The excitement was overwhelming, that for the whole taxi ride she kept her mouth shut and her eyes wide and sparkling. After hopping out of the cab and entering the airport, she knew that this would be the last time she would need to fly on an airplane for a long, long time. She wasn't going home for Christmas or summer... no, she was going to stay there and do everything she could to catch up to her peers and become the best witch she could.

Traits from three houses, but Sournois fits you well.

[marlena jacoby]

First Name: Marlena
Last Name: Jacoby
Age: sixteen
Appearance:

History: Marley has grown up thinking she's been a Muggle her entire life. Her mom is a Muggle and so is her step-dad along with her two step-brothers. Marley was just three years old when her mother married her step-dad, but she still calls him dad since she doesn't know her real father. Marley didn't really press the issue since she figured if her father didn't want to be in her life, he wasn't worth her time. Her mother ended up having a one-night stand with her biological father, so Marley's mother didn't really know much about him in the first place. Marley is perfectly content with her step-dad since he's the best dad any girl could ask for. She has an older brother at the age of seventeen and a younger brother at the age of fifteen.

Growing up, she could either love girly things more because she has two brothers or accept their way of life and be one of the boys. Marley ended up being one of the guys and normally hangs out with just guys. She's never known much about make-up, gossiping or talking about her feelings. Marley was athletic despite her small stature. She was fast and could climb trees easily. Bugs and getting dirty never bothered her.

As she got older, weird things began to happen to her. One day she chopped a lot of her hair off to donate, but the next day it grew back to its long length. That had freaked out a lot of people along with the incident of making object come to her when she thought about it. Her family took her to a doctor to try to figure out what was going on and it wouldn't be until she got a letter and a visit from someone from a school called Beauxbatons. The woman explained that Marley was a witch and would go to Beauxbatons to learn more about magic. Marley came into Beauxbatons thinking she was a muggleborn witch, but her biological father is a pureblood wizard. Unknown to this fact, Marley thinks it's completely awesome that she's the only witch in the family and that she can do magic. Marlena knew it was going to be a bit of a change in her life since she'd be away from her brothers and sports were different here. She had never heard of Quidditch before and is taking in everything with wide eyes.

Personality: Marley 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. Marley wasn't into harmony or peace too much since she grew up with two brothers, but Marley always liked to think that people should treat others with respect no matter what. Marley is quite the believer in respect. Besides her talkative outbursts paired with occasional rudeness, Marley loves to laugh and try new things. She is after all a muggleborn and has no clue what the wizarding world is capable of.

Marley may not get as many opportunities to play as many sports, but Quidditch has always caught her eye. With her being small and fast, the Seeker position always sounded fun. She may have the violent rage of a Beater, but she has the eyes of a hawk. As much as she tries to be a somewhat nice person, Marley knows that there are some pretty nasty people out there. She often feels as if she has to act tough around certain people because she's so small. Marley doesn't want to be taken advantage of just because she's small.

Marley has always loved to sing. She doesn't plan on pursuing it since there are so many more options out in the wizarding world, but singing those Muggle songs she grew up with reminds her of home which she still misses dearly. She's not considered a daredevil, but she jumps into new opportunities like it's a nice warm bath waiting for her. A brash, reckless, adventurous, defying others, and laughable is exactly the words that describe Marley. 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. Marley 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: Marley had taken her used broom out to the Pitch today. She was still working on her flying skills since she was a bit shaky on a broom. It was slightly embarrassing she hadn't gotten the hang of it yet, but Marley was a muggleborn witch after all and didn't know about any of this until she got that letter. She desperately wanted to be on the Quidditch team for her house since she loved being active. Marley never minded sweat and thought it felt riveting.

Once out on the pitch, Marley mounted her broom and took a deep breath. She pushed off the ground with much force and soon she shot up into the air. This part always took her breath away since it was so unfamiliar. Marley had never been on an airplane before and the closest thing to flying was being in a very tall tree. Marley had tried to jump off a tree branch before, but she ended up breaking her ankle in the process. That was the end of her tree jumping experiences.

She was floating in the air and should have brought somebody to help her out. Maybe next time. Marley began to fly at a decent speed and when she felt comfortable at that speed, she sped up even faster and faster. Soon her eyes began to water from the wind coming at her at such a great force. She laughed as she quickly rounded the corner and began to weave in and out of the goal posts. Marley directed her broom towards the center of the field and stopped. Staring at the other end, Marley was feeling gusty today. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward and sped up again. When she was about halfway to the goal posts, Marley hurled herself to the side and spun around in a 360 degree circle. When she was up right again, Marley pumped her fist up in the air. That had been the first time she could do that without fearing she'd fall off her broom!

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[edmund bennet]

First Name:

Edmund

Last Name:

Bennet

Age:

Eighteen

History:

He was born on a wonderful crisp winter morning. The first child to an established Healer and a former Ministry Worker, Edmund Cain Bennet was a loud and demanding child, his attention hard to keep unless something was genuinely entertaining to him, and the only thing he really found to like, was when his father would read him books, his voice taking on the characteristics of each character, his arms flailing wildly. Those times always made him happy, even though they were quite a rarity due to the demanding nature of his father’s profession. His sister followed almost eleven months after he was born, giving his parents perhaps the biggest shock of their lives, but having two siblings so close together in age meant that they had the greatest connection, and that they would not be parted for long as one had to attend school before the other, but that would not be for quite a few years. His childhood was really enjoyable and playful, as far as Pureblood upbringings went, and it was spent in Hertfordshire, at their country Estate, surrounded by acres and acres of fields and forest. The ideal place to go on the search for faeries and hoping to discover dragons, the latter never happening, much to his evident sadness. His father said he’d take him to North Wales in order to see the Common Welsh Green’s, but that never happened either. His father worked. He always worked. So Ed and Scar fashioned a dragon out of sticks and leaves, before defeating it with their stick wands. In retrospect, he much preferred the adventure he went on with his sister.

He was tutored separately from his sister, and they developed a certain academic competitiveness when it came to their studies, or who could play their instrument the best. Their parents would never publically take sides, but he knew within the hushed silence, Mr Bennet told Scarlett she was more talented, as that was the exact thing his mother confided in him. It seemed that perhaps they were quite divided as a family, but their Grandmother, who lived in a wonderfully decorated flat in Paris sought to push them together whenever she was over, perhaps due to the fact that she insulted merely everyone, in order for them to form an alliance against her. And such an occurrence did happen. Mrs Bennet, the elder, was to be forever known as ‘Madame’ and was referenced with a affectionate mocking that brought the family back together to where it had previously been.

He attended Hogwarts originally, and although he was sorted into Ravenclaw, there was some serious deliberation between his house and that of Slytherin. Devious at an early age. His house was his home, and it almost broke his heart when his sister chose to attend Beauxbatons as opposed to attending Hogwarts with him; his childhood had been spent with her and other pureblooded children, so of course he wanted her with him, as after all, how could he protect her if she was in France? It killed him to not see her everyday, and have to converse with her via letter each week – it didn’t seem right to him. However, in the school, by himself, he came into his own, and as he grew, the years going by, he realised that he was quite good looking. It was around that age where he first started to really notice girls, really notice them. As he grew older, taller and more handsome, he had developed a reputation as something of a heartthrob, and it went to his head. His vanity increased tremendously, and suddenly he had this power to manipulate all the females around him, and he liked it. But everything seemed to fade away when his mother became ill. Scarlett had left school to look after her, as he was further up in school than her, but as the months went on, and Mrs Bennet became sicker, he elected to postpone school until his mother was better. He did not go back to Hogwarts that year, or the following year. Her illness had been slow and draining, to the point where she no longer resembled herself, and it was as if he didn’t know her. No longer was she vivacious and sharp, she was broken in his eyes, and he couldn’t fix her. He spiraled downwards, with alcohol and women as his refuge.

His enrolment into Beauxbatons was his decision, as following the death of his mother, he didn’t want to part from the company of his sister; whom he had become accustomed to over the time that they were at home, so when she returned to the school, he tagged along with her, suddenly nervous at the prospect of having to make an entirely new set of friends. He’d had his friends at school, and there were some definite bromances going on, but he wanted something better. He wanted a girl to call his own and he wanted his bro’s. But the former would surely come after months of shameless flirting, as after all, he had to give some ladies the pleasure of flirting with him. How could he deprive them?

Personality:

He’s a Bennet. That fact alone should provide some information. Like his sister, he had a kind heart and a smile, which has people flocking to him. Perhaps that is where the similarities end. He has a reserve about him, a quietness that although may have him overlooked on some occasions, he nonetheless has a presence about him, something which alludes to a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. Like his sister, he can simply draw people to him without doing anything; it is an appeal that transcends all manner of words or actions. There’s just something about him. This charm of his, while pleasant, can sometimes be construed as arrogance, especially when teamed with a well-timed smirk, in addition to the fact that he is a Pure-blooded male, which to certain people, does imply that he is arrogant in terms of blood purity. Which he sometimes can be. He had never claimed to be a saint, or to not have used his place within society to get him things that those with lesser blood purity may not have gotten, such as a table as a very elusive restaurant for that girl with the red hair and the amazing legs. He had to pull strings, as after all, he was a guy, and getting the girl that he wanted did imply a bit of showing off.

His arrogance can also be linked to vanity, as he has never come across a reflective surface that he didn’t like, and one that didn’t like him back. He was very vain indeed. Being increasingly good looking always served him well in being able to garner a females attention without even saying anything; what he would say would only increase the likelihood of her saying yes to his advances. Yepp. He was just that arrogant. But don’t let his looks fool you into thinking that he’s all beauty and no substance, for being a Bennet has exposed you to some of the finest tutors and best volumes within the country, so he’s a bit of a double threat in that sense. With his intelligence comes his humorous nature, once you can get him to talk; he’s quite sarcastic in his ways, but always tells it like it is. His main personality trait would be that of honesty. If you don’t look good in something, he’d tell you. If you’re behaving like an arse, he’d definitely tell you. He’s not one to mince words either. He’ll tell you that you’re being an arse in very specific terms. He’s that kinda guy. As well as being one of the most handsome guys around, he was quite flirtatious in his ways; perhaps it was something in his eyes, the way they narrowed ever so seductively, or the way he smiled, that one sided smile that just made you want to kiss him. Oh yes, he had flirting down to a tee.

But there was also that other side to him, the one that his sister knew all too well. When his mother died, he was simply heartbroken. While he was the first son, and sons and fathers went together well, he and his mother had the type of bond that Scarlett and Mr Bennet had. It was theirs and he had perhaps taken advantage of it whilst she was alive, and even in her darkest days, he … he always thought that she’d be there. The months after her death were bleak. He didn’t take it well, and as opposed to his sister, who shut herself away, he sought company in the arms of numerous women, and countless bottles of alcohol. It wasn’t him. He wasn’t the type to just sleep with women; he may flirt extensively, but he had always been a relationship kinda guy. It may have been the pitying eyes of his sibling and father that had hit him hardest. He cleaned himself up to the extent where he could look upon a bottle of alcohol and not seriously consider drinking it. Coming to terms with his mother’s death had been increasingly hard for him, and he still carries the pain around with him, and he suspects that he always will. However, such pain is only exemplified when someone close to him mentions their own mother, but he has become quite the master of masking his feelings behind the fabled Bennet porcelain skin and an indifferent facial expression. It’s only perhaps his eyes that could give the game away; a spark of pain or familiarity, before perhaps uttering a cutting remark. He had his devious moments, after all.

Sample RP:

Mr Bennet

“Did my father just turn up? You can call me Edmund” he was a charmer, complete with his most able weapon; his smile. It was killer. A flash of teeth, a lowered gaze, and he could get whatever he wanted. What was that term for men like him? Ladykillers? He’d take it. He was vain. He knew it, and they all knew it, but did that stop them from looking at him, pretending to be coy underneath their eyelashes, but by damn if he didn’t like it when they did that. But this was his teacher, and that charming smile had earned a derisive eye roll and a smirk; just the reaction he was looking for. He generally wasn’t that concerned about the Professors opinions concerning him, as long as they marked his essays well and perhaps put up with him in class, but otherwise, he generally didn’t pay that much attention, considered he had learnt almost everything that was going on in his former school. Ah, the beauty of Hogwarts. His French, which had been quite wonderful already, had been improved quite dramatically through the school, and although almost all of the students were bilingual, the Bennet’s had been tutored in several languages, and were fluent in three or four, it was still refreshing to converse in English sometimes.

He sat in class, content with himself and his ability to more or less not listen to a word, and still be one of the top students, as after all, he was assiduously talented when it came to magical studies of all kinds - blame it on his arrogance, or on his previous magical education at Hogwarts, but he knew more than the rest of his peers; not that he'd let on, of course. And it was then a crumpled up bit of parchment fell onto his lap, his face devoid of surprise or shock as his fingers unravelled the note, his smirk remaining in place as her azure eyes quickly scanned the cursive words. He did indeed look bored, but the offer of entertainment from a certain female was enough to cause a glimmer of interest to cross his facial features.

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Once a Bennet, always a Bennet. Sournois for you!

[ronan farraday]

First Name: Ronan
Last Name: Farraday
Age: 16
Appearance: Ronans bouncy hair has always given him a buttload of grief. Every now and again he’ll have the patience to just accept it, but most days it’s an absolute menace! The only thing he really likes about it is the colour; chocolate brown. Yeah buddy. Warm hazel eyes and full lips give his face a gentle, kind appearance, which fits in perfectly with Ronan in his entirety. Actually, his features in general are rather dark. More so than his sister, Aislin, who has very pale skin in contrast to his greater pigmentation. He has a lack of freckles, like the rest of his family and very, very evenly toned skin. Lucky duck!

History: Ronan grew up with his wizard father, fairy mother and sister Aislin in a little town in Ireland. And by little... Well… Yeah, lets just say very little. His mother and father still live in Ireland and he and Aislin visit home when they don’t have school. He was constantly picked on growing up by the other local magical children for being half fairy/ half wizard. Apparently having fairy blood wasn’t the way real boys should be. For that reason he spent most of his time by Aislin’s side, being dragged along in her mischief. And Aislin being typical Aislin, would blame entire situations on him when they got into trouble. He knew she didn’t mean it maliciously… She was just a bit of an airhead, unlike him. He didn’t mind so much, though. He looked up to Aislin and loved her with all his heart… Even if she did annoy the jeebus out of him most of the time.

Ronan and his family were sort of cut off from the rest of the farradays. Not due to a family feud, but more or less because they lived so out of reach. Or at least, in a location difficult to get to. Being fairy blooded, Wood fairy, to be precise, it was preferred that they live in a woodland area of sorts. Secluded from the noisy city life. Inistioge, County Kilkenny was their home and a place they treasured. Mainly because, even though Ronan would get a wee bit of trouble from the local kids, it just gave off those homey vibes that are so difficult to pinpoint. People can travel around their whole lives and not find home. Ronan and Aislin were born into it. They knew Inistioge their whole life.

Now unfortunately, being in such a tiny little town and all… Not all that much happened to Ronan or his sister in terms of exciting stories and what not. Although, there was that one time Ronan got Aislin back for something horrendous, yet typical she’d done. See, Ronan was the one interested in their background. Being the levelheaded, grounded type, he really enjoyed just sitting down and reading. See, after a while of gallivanting around with his sister, he’d start to get a bit cranky with her and need space. So what better to do than read books on Celtic fairies? ANYWHO, one time he’d come across some very fascinating information… If a mortal is to eat fairy food, they become totally under the control of the fairies who provided the meal. However, luckily for him and his sister, they were half fairy, so it wouldn’t affect them. Ronan told Aislin however, that if a fairy where to eat fairy food provided by another fairy, they would start hallucinating. Now, Ronan wasn’t the type to want to get Aislin into trouble with their parents… Just make her look like a bit of an idiot. Which wasn’t too hard, in his opinion…

He put an assortment of cakes upon a stump in the woods while they were wandering around on one occasion and lo and behold, Aislin noticed the treats almost instantly. She went at them like a moth to flame and after a time Ronan said mildly… “Y’now, Aislin… I think another fairy may have left them behind… And you know what that means. Aislin you silly sod, you’re going to start hallucinating! That’s what happens when a fairy eats another fairies food!” True to his hopes, she started acting as though she was hallucinating for the entire rest of the afternoon up until they arrived at their home and their parents were clearly confused beyond imagination. Aislin wasn’t impressed when everyone began laughing at her after Ronan told his story. But She never did try to blame something on him again… Or at least, not for a long while. So basically his childhood and home life consisted of he and Aislin mucking around until Aislin was accepted into Beauxbatons followed by Ronan a year later. And just quietly, that year without her was one of the most relaxing he’d ever had.


Personality: Ronan Farraday is a mild character who tries to stay out of trouble as much as he can. He’s a heavy reader and does his best to make people happy, although he has a bit of a short tether when it comes to people who rub him the wrong way. In that sense, he can lash out (non physically, mind) at someone annoying him seemingly out of the blue because it’s such a contrast to his usual personality.

This selfless behaviour is all well and good. But, when done consistently without a break… Can lead to giant explosions of overwhelmed-ness. If that’s even a word... Which it should be. Mainly he just doesn’t want to get on peoples bad side and tries so very hard to please everyone… Even if it means disappointing himself. Maybe a subconscious aversion to bullying? Like the kind he endured when he was little? It’s because of this behaviour that he is so popular with most people. Not in the “cool” sense, but in the “aw how lovely” sense. But what kind of life is that to live. Sure people like you, but do you like yourself? (WOW that sounds SO much more depressing than I meant it to!)

He is super happy, much like the rest of the family. And even though he gets a bit strange about making people happy (which in turn makes him happy) that doesn’t mean for one moment that he’s a captain bring down. In time, around the right people, he can be a lot like his older sister; Mischievous and cheeky. Typical fairy behaviour.

Like mentioned earlier, Ronan is very much into reading. More so than his sister. And much quieter, to be perfectly honest. He really values time to think and finds time to be silly just as important. Don’t get the wrong idea of Ronan! He’s not the boring type at all. In fact, he loves getting up to mischief. It’s just he also thinks about consequences. Un. Like. His. Sister. Who drives him mental, as much as he loves her.

When it comes to girls, he can become infatuated with one or two only because he really, really likes to get to know people. And with all this kind stuff being said about him, when you get down to it, he’s like a lot of attractive boys. In his head he knows he’s attractive. He’s had girl after girl come up to him in the past. And although he hates it, sometimes he comes across as a bit shallow. Bit of a complex character, really. But deep down he’s a bit self conscious, too. Which is where the people pleasing comes in.

Basically he just wants everyone to be happy all the time, forever and ever and ever!

WEIRD CHILD.

Sample RP:

“Aislin, please come on… we’d better just go home. Please. It’s getting darker by the second!” Ronan’s reasoning voice filled the woods as Aislin bounded about picking up twigs and leaves and other bits and pieces. “What are we even doing? We’ve been at it all afternoon and I STILL have no idea what we’re doing… And seeing as though you wont tell me, can we PLEASE just leave?” His sisters excitable laughter filled the forest. They weren’t even above the age of 11 yet and Ronan was already acting like the more mature of the two. Sure his sister was mature in other aspects… Maybe it wasn’t to do with maturity… Maybe she was just reckless? Either way, he wasn’t particularly fond of his sister when she blatantly ignored him. She was so harmless, so loving, but BOY did his sister drive him mad.

After several minutes he’d finally maintained her attention long enough to reason with her that they could simply return tomorrow and finish whatever it was that they were doing. He’d no idea. And really, did he even want an idea? He gave a sigh of relief as the entered the clearing facing their home. Warm, welcoming lights shining upon their little faces. “Mammy will have finished cooking by now” Aislin said, matter of factly before adding, “I bet she’s made fresh bread and everything”. They looked at one another suddenly, realising what exactly was at stake here. The end piece of the bread. Aislin’s eyes shrunk into tiny little crescent shapes and sparkled mischievously, her mouth pressed into a tiny cheeky smile. Ronan returned the expression and for a moment you couldn’t tell them apart. “Race you!” He exclaimed as he bolted towards their home, Aislin hot on his heels. Little Aislin might externalise her energy a lot, but Ronan was definitely faster. There was no way he was missing out on that butt piece.

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Rouerie or Cossu... I chose Rouerie pour vous![/b][/size][/color]

[VV Lennox]

First Name: Vivienne Wilhelmina
Last Name: Lennox
Age: 17
Appearance:



History:

VV’s story starts in Kent, England - in the family home long held by the pureblood wizarding family Lennox. The current charge of the estate was (and still is to this day) Archibald Lennox & his lovely wife Georgiana. Due to complications, Georgiana was only able to bear one child, a daughter - whom they named Henrietta after Archibald’s late Grandmother. As a child, she was everything they could have hoped for - sweet natured, happy, graceful and showing an early promise of remarkable intelligence. They couldn’t have asked for a better heir to continue the Lennox line. And she was, for the first sixteen years at least.

Now let’s be clear, Henrietta wasn’t a bad girl at heart, and didn’t really have a bad or malicious bone in her body. She adored her parents. However, she had come to realise that forcing herself to conform to society life was starting to take who she really was. Attending endless social events & spending her evenings spouting mindless, shallow chatter to appease whomever was flavour of the month was turning her into a shade of the happy go lucky girl she had once been. It was not a future she was looking forward to. Rather than face the disappointment of telling her father this, Henrietta felt the only way to prevent that was to get away for good. Nip it in the bud. Rather drastically infact. So she subsequently changed her name to the androgynously modern, and in her opinion decidedly less imposing Henri and chopped off her blonde locks into an equally androgynously modern pixie cut. How very exciting. With the funds from her extravagant sixteenth coming of age birthday - she purchased a slightly shabby VM Campervan in a rather lurid shade of orange, her favourite colour, and ran away. Running away had been her first act of rebellion in sixteen years and she felt it hadn’t really been a choice. In fact it was just something she felt she needed to do. She spent the next two years roaming around the south-England countryside, festivals, movements and the Cornwall beaches enjoying an entirely hedonistic lifestyle and thoroughly rediscovering Henrietta.

Now Archibald Lennox was a true English gent, and had been conditioned from an early age to believe in a high level of propriety & tradition being kept whether it agreed with you or not. Running away did not factor into it. So it certainly didn’t sit well with him that his only daughter had decided to go off gallivanting amongst the common folk & muggles without even consulting him. In fact, he had a jolly good mind to completely disown her. And he probably should have if he‘d wanted to keep certain dinner dates and invites open to the Lennox family. But he didn’t really like those stuffy dinners anyway. His wife had also kindly reminded him that it had once been his ambition too, to go ’gallivanting’ around Britain. So after a lengthy phonecall with Henri to smooth everything over in his usual gruff manner (prompted again by her mother), he took to (with secret pride) pinning his travelling daughters postcards within a massive gilt frame in the study and awaiting her return.

And return she did, 2 years later, with blonde hair tipped in every pastel shade of the rainbow, impossibly tanned skin, a beaming smile and… a baby on the way. 6 months on, brightening a bleak February morning, Vivienne Wilhelmina Lennox was born with a shock of bright orange hair - much to her mothers delight. Her first names were chosen in honour of her mothers late VW, which now sat at the bottom of the garden, and had been converted into a rather retro summerhouse. Archibald had insisted that his daughter could not call her new baby, and the newest addition to the Lennox family , after a campervan - so father and daughter compromised and met in the middle..
True to his word, Archibald gifted Henri & Vivienne with their own property at the bottom of the Lennox Estate and allowed Henri to live her own life, with the exception that she attend one society event a month.

Vivienne, quickly nicknamed VV by her mother, enjoyed an exceptionally happy, charmed childhood. The majority of her days were spent outdoors with her mother - enjoying nature and the non-materials things in life, painting rainbows and cutting out paper shapes. This was all very well when she was young but as she began to grow up - the issues that had afflicted her mother began to take their toll on VV when having to enter the world. Her family did their best to help her at events - but as Henri had never really integrated herself into social life - VV too became something of an outsider. Her refusal to style her heavy red hair, her tendency towards looser, more androgynous clothing and her love of lashings of red lipstick or dark eyeliner also had her standing out from the crowd. Mostly this didn’t phase her, as being home schooled - it did little to affect her. Nobody likes to be completely alienated though, and her mother and family worried about her future. Particularly her Grandfather, who whilst he adored his Daughter, did not want the same path for his Grand-daughter. He felt she had the strength to deal with their lifestyle in a way in which his Daughter had not been able to - and knew that in life, it’s not always about what you know, but WHO you know in order to get somewhere.

Thus he enrolled her away from the English social circuit to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where he hoped she would make a fresh start and perhaps be a little freer of her familys apron strings.


Personality:

Cool, calm and collected on the exterior – VV displays a maturity and demeanour that is beyond her youthful appearance. This is not always to her advantage, more often than not regarded as snobby, disinterested, withdrawn and even sulky, though it has served her well when working the social events with her family. Having spent extensive time alone and outdoors as a child, VV has grown be something of a watcher, and rarely acts without considering the situation. When in her own time, she does exactly as she pleases, as she always has whilst growing up, and doesn’t care one stitch what anyone else has to think or say in it. Her common sense often leads to her being prickly and a little rigid when it comes to dealing with others that lean towards stupidity, cockiness, or vanity as she has little time for such idiocy. Definitely one that looks before she leaps, VV carefully analyses any given situation before opening her mouth, if choosing to open her mouth at all. However, be warned, when she does open her mouth - she doesn’t believe in mincing her words or lies Whilst managing to come across as a ‘lovely girl’ and ‘very friendly’ during socialising, she manages to do so without letting anyone in. VV herself would describe herself as both cautious, and watchful rather than prickly and snobbish. She believes that if someone wants to know her, they'll take time to earn it, and will therefore be worthy of it.

Her emotions run deep beneath the surface, and are rarely displayed – her opinion often set in stone until proved otherwise. Stubborn as a bull, if VV does not want to listen – you might as well be talking to a tree. VV has no problem in switching off from the world around her, and usually does so when the going gets tough. Don’t be surprised if during an argument you’re suddenly facing a blank expression and silence. When she decides conversation's closed, it truly is closed - locked and the key discarded. It is rare that she will go back over old issues either, seeing no sense in living in the past. What's done is done. She is not one to hold grudges, despite her occasionally outwardly frosty nature

VV does not believe in fate – and strives to carve her own future, alongside believing everything happens for a reason, mainly to make you learn from your mistakes. She does not view mistakes as a bad thing, rather experience. Her endeavours to sculpt and create her own future is still a little unclear to her, as there is still a rather shady spot concerning her father and heritage - a spot she is not quite sure she wants to shine any light on.

She has an outstanding attention to detail having enjoyed many hours outside, and loves people watching which she prefers to actual socialising. Perhaps this is because as of yet - the people she has socialised with have all been socialites who are striving to portray a certain, slightly unrealistic image of themselves. As her heritage is slightly shady, these people have not always been entirely fair on their judgement of her - and VV doesn’t have time for people like that. She’s very much her own person. Ideally she'd like to work with plants or clothes - as she loves the creativity involved.

Sample RP:

Her face stared back at her, pale in the mirror. Well, paler than usual VV surmised - picking up her beloved black kohl from the sink. She was exactly the type to ever look ‘glowing’, she leant more toward ‘burnt’ she mused - fingering a lock of her mussed copper hair. She applied the kohl quickly and with practised strokes, smudging it with equal finesse. Get the armour on, she thought to herself, narrowing her eyes as she gave herself another once over in the mirror. Applying her eyeliner was an almost daily routine that VV could have done in the dark, and without the mirror. She had it down to a fine art. She acknowledged that today wasn’t just any day, but couldn’t quite work out how getting ready in the mirror would make any explosive differences to how she did things any other day. You never know though.

Her Grandfather had decided that, at the age of seventeen, she needed a change of scenery. Which was unusual for him. Her mother had turned scarlet at the mere mention of it, but said nothing. Clearly this was one of those discussions they’d had behind closed doors about VV, not to her. She’d almost been able to hear their silent conversation - the one they’d been having with their eyes. Her mother would have objected to it immediately, knowing what these schools were like. She probably would have been more open to her daughter being handed a back pack, cash and sent off around the world. VV smiled faintly in amusement at the memory - tossing the kohl into her makeup bag, which in turn was tossed into her trunk. So it had been decided, she was to attend a wizarding school.

She felt a buzz of excitement race through her at the thought of it, France! A real Herbology Class…and Grandfather had promised her he’d have her own Greenhouse built if she did well in her exams. VV allowed a rare smile to brighten her face, there were definite benefits to having to spend endless terms with hordes of other people her own age. All she had to do was avoid everyone else…which she didn’t think would be too tricky, as they’d probably all be far too busy dealing with hang overs and and endless stream of pointless relationships to even bother attending a classroom. She’d have it to herself, which was just as she liked it.

“Vivienne!”

Time to go. Allowing herself one last glance around her brightly coloured bedroom, VV shut the door, ready for the journey to France.

[ack, sorry - this wasn’t my best sample RP ]

I'm excited to see how VV fits in in Cossu house!

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First Name: Leon Ezra
Last Name: Hart
Age: seventeen forever
Appearance:

[/b] dark brown, cropped short ish, kind of curly
Eyes: hazel
Complexion: quite pale
Height: 6'1”
Weight: roughly 140lbs
Body: kind of skinny
Habits/quirks: always wears odd socks, chews his bottom lip a lot
Other distinguishing features: his accent
Wardrobe: generally kind of neatly presented
Play By: Matthew Gray Gubler[/ul]History: Leon Ezra Hart was born on August 23rd and is the first and only child born to Emery and Vivian Hart. He was actually a pretty small, kind of sickly baby and the doctors had originally thought that he wasn't going to survive his own birth. Clearly, they were very wrong. Leon's mother stopped working during her pregnancy and didn't return to work until a few years after he was born, which made Leon's father the primary income earner in the house.

Growing up, he never really seemed to be all that talented or even that interesting. He actually didn't speak until he was roughly seven years old and, as it turned out, it wasn't because he didn't know how to – it was apparently because he hadn't really known what to say and that was his explanation of the situation, even as a child. Once he started, there was no stopping him, he seemed to develop quite quickly in terms of cognition and recall.

Many years later, Leon started at Hogwarts. He found it pretty difficult to fit in with anybody at first, being sorted into Hufflepuff and finding his way into any and all kinds of trouble. He didn't seem to fit in with any of the different groupings of people within his house. It took him a couple of years before he finally began to stabilise within the school, establishing his place within his house, being able to fit in with different people and was able to get along with his professor, which meant his grades quickly improved.

When he started his fifth year, his parents tried to get him to decide what he was going to do with his future. They wanted to make sure that their one and only son had some sort of plan ready, to make sure he would be able to land on both feet once his education was done. He couldn't honestly decide or foresee if he was going to reach the end of school with good enough results to do anything with his future. Regardless of how well he actually did, it wasn't always good enough for him.

In the middle of that same year, Leon's father died in an accident, which stunted his ideas of what he could do with his life, fearing that he'd end up like his father – in a job where he wasn't really getting anywhere, where he'd end up dead for something he would have never even considered, let alone actually done. His grades struggled and he found himself withdrawing from his friends. It took him several months to realise that his life went on, even if his father's didn't.

He eventually seemed to start to get on with anybody and everybody, although, none too much on a very personal level. There were a few people that he dared to really get to know at first. He tried to keep himself distracted from the mess of his life, focusing on his school work and making sure he could adjust to a suitable new routine, which meant he could cope with having friends once more. He actually thrived through the friendship of other people.

When he was just getting used to everything again, having moved up to his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, he couldn't really be more confused about what was going to happen within his future because of everything that had happened to him over the previous six years. He continued to do pretty well in his classes, being able to do all of his work successfully on time and also being able to do particularly well in his OWL exams the year before.

That very same year, just months into the start of it, he had an accident while playing a friendly game of Quidditch with a few of his house mates. He fell from his broom, hitting the ground hard enough that he broke several of his ribs, which managed to pierce his lungs. His friends panicked – one of them, a vampire, pinned him down and forced him to drink her blood. After around five agonising minutes, he finally drowned due to the amount of blood in his lungs. After around forty further minutes, he woke up again.

This was actually seven years ago now, so, technically speaking, Leon is twenty four now, but he will always look, act and feel like the seventeen year old boy that died on that Quidditch pitch. The only difference is that now he likes blood more than Cheerios, although, only just; being outside actually kinda of sucks, which is a shame; and his bite is far worse than his bark, as they say, even though he will talk your ear off if given half the chance.

Personality:He is quite a bubbly and lively person, sometimes coming off as a little skittish and disorganised. He does have various OCD ticks, something that is a little contradictory of how sketchy he may seem when he gets overly excited or very involved in something. Being away from his family back in America doesn't seem to have changed him at all, although, that could have something to do with the fact that he is frequently in contact with them, but it's largely because he likes knowing there's a few people that have his back.

He is generally quite a happy, relatively friendly person, despite how he will occasionally come off as a bit of a cold person. He just has a very strong personality, a personality that not everyone likes, but he's come to accept not a lot of people will like him since he's a vampire. He tries to be quite confident in the way he holds himself, something he learnt early in his teenage years. It is quite rare that he is quiet or has nothing to say, throwing caution to the wind whenever he meets someone new because you only live forever, right?

The only real time his voice wavers badly is when he's upset or distressed, like most other people, the pitch of his voice tending to shift upwards slightly. It occasionally goes when he gets a little overexcited as well. He has a very unique way of observing people, having a very fixed stare when he believes someone isn't being one hundred percent honest or involved with whatever they are saying or doing. One nervous kind of tick he has is talking a lot with his hands.

In contrast to his bubbly personality, Leon can come across as slightly timid or apprehensive with new people, although, more particularly, humans. That is down tot he fact that he's still somewhat afraid of hurting them, turning them or killing them – all entirely by accident, of course. It's only recently that he has returned to his useful assertive, confident and open self. It is very rare now that he has his bouts of timidness because they're just not who he is.

He's never been very good at lying, but the less some people know, the better as far as he's concerned. He can be a little bit cynical about the new information he finds out about his condition, but he is trying to be more accepting about things. He finds negative situations very awkward, often finding himself producing many terrible, unnecessary jokes at those sorts of times. Awkward situations just make him nervous. When he gets nervous, if he's not making awkward jokes, he does have a slight tendency to stammer and fidget.

That being said, he does have a pretty obscure sense of humour in any case. A few years ago, it could be thought that he was very easily lead and actually quite gullible, but his gullibility is no longer a problem for him, more using it to his advantage in certain situations now. He does still have a few genuinely gullible moments, but they're largely a product of his friends, who know him the best and know exactly how to play him and make him fumble.

He has been told that he perhaps feels too easily...that is he can get quite attached to people and, if something goes wrong surrounding his friends, he finds it difficult not to take it somewhat personally. He's just very defensive of other people above himself and he can't help it. He's always been that way – even when he was a much quieter individual, he always found himself being the loudest when it came to defending the people around him.

He's a little bit of a nerd and has a head for numbers and most technical things in general. He excelled at all of the subjects at Hogwarts that seemed to require a slightly more detailed, encyclopedic knowledge. This isn't to say that he didn't have a good head when it came to his other subjects. He just seems to be able to store a hell of a lot of information into his brain and flip through it when he so needs to find particular pieces of relevant information in day to day life.

Sample RP:Leon wasn't entirely sure when he had finally fallen asleep, but he woke up to the sound of his alarm screeching somewhere off to his right. Rolling over felt like a massive effort, justifiable by him being able to reach for his alarm and turn it off in one swoop. With his hand still draped over his alarm and his face buried into his pillow, this was possibly one of the only times that he had not jumped out of bed at the sound of his alarm. He wasn't ready for the day – he had stayed up throughout the majority of it, reading.

Sleep wasn't exactly a massive necessity for him...well, it kind of was, but it kind of wasn't...it was kind of complicated, let's just leave it at that. Anyway, it seemed that when he wasn't trying or succeeding to sleep, he could be awake for days on end with no real trouble at all, but when he did try and succeed at sleeping, he was out like a light in mere seconds and then seemed to have all kinds of difficulty getting out of bed without an alarm the following day.

He rolled back over onto his back, arms spread out on either side of himself as he scowled and blinked up at the ceiling, trying to regain his focus on, well, anything. He glanced at his clock – he had just about enough time to get up, get ready and get to class, seemingly having dozed off again for a minute or twenty as he had laid on his front. Maybe he should take the day off, get a little more sleep. A lazy smirk shaped his mouth as his eyes fell shut again.

He knew that if he took the day off at this point, he wouldn't spend it sleeping. Sure, he'd probably sleep for a little while longer once he'd let someone know that he wasn't going to be turning up to class, but he certainly wouldn't waste a perfectly good free day. He could go for a run, check in with the few friends that didn't have classes or spend the day looking around in the village – either way, it definitely wasn't going to be a wasted day, not by a long shot.

I could imagine him in Sournois or Rouerie. Let's make it Rouerie![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Sebastian Thayne Cortez]

First Name:Sebastian Thayne
Last Name:Cortez
Age:16
Appearance:

History:
The moon was bright outside as the wind kissed the cheeks of a boy who walked briskly down the street. He held his head high with an undeserved amount of arrogance as a couple of frisky teenagers zoomed down the busy street. He wrapped his expensive scarf around his neck ,walked a few more blocks and placed his hand on the heavy oak door to open it. He looked at the servant and flashed his smile . He watched her melt under his stare and walked passed her and laughed. “ Oh my this is so much fun!!” as he gave a nice bold hearty laugh. He continued his stride and walked into a his room and saw his name in bright letters on the wall. The name “Cortez” was on the front as he began to undress and he began to maliciously count the buttons on his shirt as he unbuttoned. The number of times he folded it and placed it on the shelf. He followed suit with his pants , folding on the crease and counting the number of times he folded them as well. He grabbed his robes met for his broom and put them on. He placed his shoes neatly on the bottom of the trunk and grabbed his shoes and began to lace them, he twirled on one foot and looked at the mirror , admiring his wonderful reflection. He exited his room and walked into lawn and was greeted by an entourage of friends and followers. Suddenly there came a voice” Sebastian Thayne Cortez you are late!!!”. Sebastian knew were the voice was coming from, it was the private flying instructor Desmond. “Greatness doesn’t arrive late it arrives just on time” snapped Sebastian. “Some humility would do you some good “barked Desmond. Sebastian flashed a smile and used his tongue like a scalpel. “One would think if you had time enough to chastise me you would have enough time to remove your dinner from you second chin or is chubby sheik in fashion now” snapped Sebastian. Desmond froze as anger had gripped him with a hot embrace. “ Are you going move those monkey paws you call feet or are you going to show me some flying , my birthday party is in less than month and I want to show the guests a good time. “ Sebastian spoke plainly as he became increasingly annoyed. Desmond regained composure and began explaining the flying maneuvers on the ground and then in the air. Sebastian smiled and looked on and absorbed Desmond’s clunky movements and then gave Desmond’s flying instruction life and meaning. As Sebastian moved he captured his audience and left them spell bound. It was clear Sebastian was prodigy and he knew it.
Sebastian was the only son of seven children blessed to Michel and Selene. Rich in land titles, Michel used the fertile lands to his advantage, planting several vineyards, which yielded the finest fire whiskey in the region. Although the house was extravagant and lavish , it bustled daily with various servants, all of whom doted on the small, black-haired, little copper prince . Michel was very kind, generous and piously centered - he adamantly insistent that their children receive the finest education. Selene however was special, she was Veela. Michel did not only want to be wealthy , he had to have a gorgeous wife. Selene was born with beauty but gifted with words. Selene knew how to sway emotions learn information with a few well-crafted words. Sebastian idolized his mother, she was the perfect woman. In addition, both had a deep appreciation of the merits to be found in the athletics and well as magic. Scholars and artisans of various accomplishments taught and instructed Sebastian and his older sisters for hours every day, his sisters just as adept but far less interested in lessons than their younger brother. However, nothing astounded his tutors more than his love and prodigal grasp of Quidditch. Sebastian liked Quidditch but was not in love with it. Much to his father’s displeasure, his father was an overachiever and expected as much from his son. Sebastian wanted to be an Auror like his great great grandmother Aurora Crotez. One while Sebastian was away with family a dark wizard attempted to steal from the Cortez family; specifically recipe for fire whiskey. Michel was killed protecting his wife and daughters. This was traumatic for the young Sebastian and he started to self-depreciate…feelings like something… a part of him was lost in the fire. Sebastian’s father was dead. The curtain had fallen.

Sebastian slowly began to immerse himself in muggle blood circles. Within a few months, he was running to houses of his acquired friends to experience muggle thrills. Sebastian’s skill with words earned him a place among runaways and orphans . Many a young, hot-blooded seductress presented themselves to the gorgeous and lively Sebastian Thayne Cortez , but each time leaving with a broken heart. One night Sebastian was seen, by local authorities vandalizing property. Sebastian was picked up my one of his sisters Ariel , who was chasing after him for several nights. A few well-placed charms and he was back at the mansion trapped by the memory of his father. Sebastian was grieving and Ariel knew this. She comforted him. Sebastian broke down and cried he was lost…he wanted change …he wanted to run but he didn’t know were. Many of the days home were much the same, Sebastian moping and disinterested. One day Ariel dripped Sebastian shoulder and looked into his eyes ” Daddy would hate to see what you have become…you know you were his favorite. Most of his anger towards you was only to push you to be the best you can be…sometimes it was misplaced but I know he loved you. Sixteen …you are. So much of your life left to live. You cannot run from the past you must face it. “ Ariel smiled. Sebastian nodded and from that day forward he had new determination.
The letter to Beauxbatons arrived; Sebastian smiled and glided across the floor. Selene threw party for her son that night. All of his sisters and friends were in attendance. There was food dancing and merriment, for the first time in a long while Sebastian was smiling ear to ear. Behind the smile there was a small sadness. Sebastian knew his father’s youth and vitality was gone and he was determined to find his father’s killer. Ariel his older sister called the party to a halt and handed him a small box with a ribbon. Sebastian opened the box with tears in his eyes. Ariel spoke” That is a gift daddy as hoping to give to you himself. It’s a wand fashioned from mommy’s hair. Blackthorn. Eleven inches. A gift from him to you little brother. “ Ariel smiled. Sebastian picked up his wand and it glowed in his hand. This wand was a perfect match. Sebastian shouted “ DADDY , MOMMY, ARIEL, …GRANNY AURORA , ILL MAKE YOU ALL PROUD JUST YOU WATCH!!!...”. The curtain rises , what life will Sebastian Thayne Cortez have when he walks through the doors of Beauxbatons.

Personality:
Sebastian is passion pure and simple. He is incredibly proud, he walks around with a princes bearing, or in his own case an elitist, his mannerisms reek of nobility though he tries hard to hide it, holding fast to his years with poor muggles. He's pretty cunning and smart, he absolutely hates the dishonorable finding no solace in deception and lies . He doesn’t give away secrets and loves his family dearly. He liked to think of himself as debonair, Sebastian would speak to anyone and everyone – keep your friends close and your enemy’s closer still.

He's a social butterfly, always talking to people and always getting to know them... but at the same time, keeping himself distant. He's friendly enough and will talk about some of the lighter details, but he never really gets into the nitty gritty bits of his life or his history. Try and get any of that out of him and you'll pretty much end up standing there staring at a boy that will hex you first and say he is sorry a few days later.

On his down time, he loves to read. He believes if he can keep his mind active he want slip into a depression. He's interested in magic, and loves everything and anything to do with it. He's also a bit of a flirt and a teacher's pet sometimes. He wants to be an Auror and that means top grades...

Sebastian is crass and will say the first thing that is on his mind. Sebastian does no pull punches he will call it as he sees it and damn the consequences. Sebastian is vain and loves his appearance to the point where he is slightly OCD about it. He’s very stubborn and sarcastic, sometimes and quick for a fight. He loves debating with others and won't stop until he wins.

He doesn’t like rules all that much, he sees them as things to try and get around. If he believes something is wrong and the rules justify the wrong course of action he will take it into his own hands. If he can avoid hurting someone he will, but like most things he doesn’t believe in holding back punches . he has his father’s stubborn nature and will often push other as hard as he pushes himself. He has to get through school and start ridding the world of dark wizards and witches. Sebastian often daydreams about a family , large one. He believes that family is the most important things in the world, no if and’s or buts. Sebastian has his romantic side but feels it might be misconstrued as weakness.

Sample RP:
“So what if I kissed that muggle boy he was just so charming, I couldn’t help it. You know I have a thing for cute boys and especially ones that can speak another language.” Sebastian sat gazing at the stars smiling and laughing with his sisters Ariel and Janet. Now Sebastian was the youngest of seven and the baby at that. “And does this mystery boy have a name or is he just a fling like all the others. You know might get a reputation if you aren’t careful” teased Janet. “Well Janet, as fate would have it I have an over protective sister who likes firing off hexes, maybe…she can teach me a thing or two” laughed Sebastian. “ And this is why I love you brother dear” Janet leaned over and kissed her brother on the cheek. “I wish this owl would get her already, I didn’t take nearly as long when I was accepted. I find it most unpleasant. I have no doubt Sebastian will succeed he is a Cortez. A handsome one too, you have Daddies eyes you know the intense hazel ones mommy fell in love with” explained Ariel. At that very moment both Ariel and Sebastian’s eyes filled with tears.” Come on you to stop it” said Janet.
At that moment an envelope with icy blue writing on the front landed in Sebastian’s lap. “ ITS HERE” shouted Janet and Ariel together. Sebastian nodded firmly and called for his servants. He read off the list and with a tiny pop his servants vanished. Janet and Ariel both smiled and said together “ More and more like Daddy each day”. Sebastian blushed.” Now I just have to go and get my wand” said Sebastian firmly. “We have a special gift from all of us to you. Vivienne, Luxanna and Tiffany should be here shortly. No doubt they have gifts and stories. As your older sisters we decided to wait until this day came to give you a very special gift. Something we hope will become a family heirloom. “ Ariel beamed. “Come on we have to get ready for the party” Janet chimed. Sebastian followed behind his sister and removed tears from his eyes.
Three weeks passed. Sebastian felt a buzz of excitement race through him at the thought of it, France! He would learn how to Duel…and Luxanna had promised him he’d have her as dueling partner and teacher if he did well in his exams. Sebastian’s smile was evident; there were definite benefits to having to spend endless terms with hordes of other people his own age and yes boys, boys, boys!!!. All she had to do was avoid excel…which he didn’t think would be too tricky, as he had a mission to find his father’s killer. He rushed out, not before giving himself a once over, blew himself a kiss and walked out the door sisters in tow. “France here I come” Sebastian smiled.


Sebastian possesses qualities of all three houses, but Sournois wlil suit him best.

[marjoriedupont]

First Name:Marjorie
Last Name:Du'Pont
Age:14
Appearance:

History:
The Du'Pont family is pureblood and proud, but that's never stopped them from mingling with Muggles. Marjorie's family lives on a quiet little street, always safe for the kids--safe, but never dull. Marjorie developed her magical abilities at an early age, which unfortunately resulted in many explosions. Thanks to gentle urging (okay, much effort) on her parents' part, Marjorie spent long days reading and soaking up knowledge--and then practicing advanced spells in the backyard, in secret, with her twin brother, Vincent.
They were an average family, not too rich and prestigious, not too poor or servant-class. It was a cushy little life they all led.
But the Du'Pont family has had its tragedies, the most recent of which includes the loss of Vincent. Their parents became grief-stricken, and Marjorie was so deeply affected that she stopped speaking for months.
But that was years ago. Now, Marjorie is 14, and ready to go to Beauxbatons, living a life for herself, and for her brother.
Personality: Marjorie has gone from an outgoing little girl, to a depressed and silent preteen, then progressing to a shy teen full of nervous energy and social awkwardness. But she still always has a smile. She speaks quickly and often trips over her own tongue, and lets her nerves get in the way of letting her reach her full potential. She is very compassionate, especially toward animals--she really, really misses her cats from home, and is really, really excited to maybe see a real unicorn! She is studious, but enjoys people-watching; painfully shy, but thrives off the attention of a crowd when she plays piano; quiet, but stunningly witty. She enjoys writing, and drawing (mostly unicorns, because they're awesome), but is too shy and afraid of humiliation that she'll never let anyone see them.

Sample RP:It was a short train ride and even shorter carriage ride to the school, but Marjorie still found time to work on her sketches. She used the bumps of the transportation in motion to her advantage--that unicorn's mane could be a bit more wild.. Scratch, scratch, scratch went her quill on the parchment. She ducked her head to look at her open Encyclopedia of Unicorns. "There.. that totally looks like the Norwegian White. Hehe." Even with herself, she was nervous enough to giggle.

With that, she laid the parchment on the seat beside her, and picked up her book, but she soon found she couldn't pay any attention. Her stomach twisted itself into knots thinking about arriving at the school, especially without Vincent. Surely, no one would like Marjorie. Surely, she would trip and fall on her face. Or, she'd sneeze, and the Sorting Robe would go up in flames. She squeaked, imaging the last scenario.

On the carriage, with her things packed safely away in her trunk where no one could see or judge them, she tried to blend into the crowd and not make herself known. Many conversations carried on around her, but no one included her or asked her her opinion on their school robes, or what she had done for summer, or if these shoes looked all right (like they had with some other girls). But she was thankful.

Where she ran into trouble was getting off the carriage. Honestly, Marjorie was a little nauseous from the way the flying horses had made them all bounce about. She plopped her trunk down to the ground, and made to stumble her way off the last two steps--but she entirely missed one. And that is how she, Marjorie of the Du'Pont family, gracefully made her entrance onto the Beauxbatons grounds. On her face.

Well, at least she'd be able to write an interesting story about it.

Unfortunately, I can only sort you once you have changed your display name to match the name of your character (with a space). Could you also please expand on her personality a little more?

[marjoriedupont]

First Name:Marjorie
Last Name:Du'Pont
Age:14
Appearance:

History:
The Du'Pont family is pureblood and proud, but that's never stopped them from mingling with Muggles. Marjorie's family lives on a quiet little street, always safe for the kids--safe, but never dull. Marjorie developed her magical abilities at an early age, which unfortunately resulted in many explosions. Thanks to gentle urging (okay, much effort) on her parents' part, Marjorie spent long days reading and soaking up knowledge--and then practicing advanced spells in the backyard, in secret, with her twin brother, Vincent.
They were an average family, not too rich and prestigious, not too poor or servant-class. It was a cushy little life they all led.
But the Du'Pont family has had its tragedies, the most recent of which includes the loss of Vincent. Their parents became grief-stricken, and Marjorie was so deeply affected that she stopped speaking for months.
But that was years ago. Now, Marjorie is 14, and ready to go to Beauxbatons, living a life for herself, and for her brother.
Personality: Marjorie has gone from an outgoing little girl, to a depressed and silent preteen, then progressing to a shy teen full of nervous energy and social awkwardness. But she still always has a smile. She speaks quickly and often trips over her own tongue, and lets her nerves get in the way of letting her reach her full potential. She is very compassionate, especially toward animals--she really, really misses her cats from home, and is really, really excited to maybe see a real unicorn! She is studious, but enjoys people-watching; painfully shy, but thrives off the attention of a crowd when she plays piano; quiet, but stunningly witty. She enjoys writing, and drawing (mostly unicorns, because they're awesome), but is too shy and afraid of humiliation that she'll never let anyone see them.

Sample RP:It was a short train ride and even shorter carriage ride to the school, but Marjorie still found time to work on her sketches. She used the bumps of the transportation in motion to her advantage--that unicorn's mane could be a bit more wild.. Scratch, scratch, scratch went her quill on the parchment. She ducked her head to look at her open Encyclopedia of Unicorns. "There.. that totally looks like the Norwegian White. Hehe." Even with herself, she was nervous enough to giggle.

With that, she laid the parchment on the seat beside her, and picked up her book, but she soon found she couldn't pay any attention. Her stomach twisted itself into knots thinking about arriving at the school, especially without Vincent. Surely, no one would like Marjorie. Surely, she would trip and fall on her face. Or, she'd sneeze, and the Sorting Robe would go up in flames. She squeaked, imaging the last scenario.

On the carriage, with her things packed safely away in her trunk where no one could see or judge them, she tried to blend into the crowd and not make herself known. Many conversations carried on around her, but no one included her or asked her her opinion on their school robes, or what she had done for summer, or if these shoes looked all right (like they had with some other girls). But she was thankful.

Where she ran into trouble was getting off the carriage. Honestly, Marjorie was a little nauseous from the way the flying horses had made them all bounce about. She plopped her trunk down to the ground, and made to stumble her way off the last two steps--but she entirely missed one. And that is how she, Marjorie of the Du'Pont family, gracefully made her entrance onto the Beauxbatons grounds. On her face.

Well, at least she'd be able to write an interesting story about it.

Unfortunately, I can only sort you once you have changed your display name to match the name of your character (with a space). Could you also please expand on her personality a little more?

[maryloveless]

First Name: Mary


Last Name: Loveless


Age: 18

Appearance:
Short dark brown hair, 5 feet 3 inches tall, brown eyes, weighs 115 pounds, pale skin.

History:
The Loveless are the notable French wizards and witches who are powerful. They are easily known for their associations with Veelas. Mary Loveless was born in Paris to- Rose Loveless and William Loveless. As a child, she lived the life 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 Mary 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 Loveless 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:
Mary Loveless 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 Loveless,
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.

Unfortunately, I can only sort you once you have changed your display name to match the name of your character.