Sorting (Term Twenty Three)

[drey silva']

First Name: Drey Canon

Last Name: Silva

Age: 18

History: Born to the prominent pureblood family of the Silvas, Hunter was the boy his father always wanted. A young lad to carry on the family name and to make the family proud. His father was a hardworking ministry employee and his mother an a healer at St. Mungo's Hospital. Drey was a bright and lively child and t was reflected in his lifestyle. His family was a happy one traveling far and often, in part because of his father's work and also for the love it. It might have been a perfect childhood had it not been for the attack in Brazil. His father had been called in on work, but at the insistence of his mother it had turned into a family expedition. Weeks into the trip, the small wizarding city in which they were visiting was attacked by rogue werewolves. His father who was away at work, remained unscathed, but Drey and his mother were not so lucky. Drey considers himself to be lucky to alive, even with the bite of the werewolf and the curse of his change. His mother took most of the brute force trying to protect him and was unable to survive the night. That night was a scarring one for Drey, being pulled away from his mother. His father unaware was unable to return til the next day and was stricken with grief at the news. Though both grief stricken, the two held up for each other as best they could, but in time Drey was sent to live with his cousins back in London. While he wished he could be with his father, he'd always understood the reasoning behind making him return. His father remains in Brazil, his efforts strongly committed to finding the rogue werewolves that caused him so much damage. Drey still keeps constant contact with his father, close as family can be, but has been able to heal under the care of his family in London.


Personality: Drey has always been one to nab attention. He has the ability to make people listen to what he has to say, laugh at his jokes, and swoon over his every action without even giving much thought to it. He attracts people and is a delight to be around. His charming good looks and personable qualities makes people want to be around him. He’s smarter than he looks, though he is not always keen to show it as he is a rather humble individual. If there is one thing that attributes to Drey it is humble. He is very thankful for the life he's been given, even with the 'curse' of the change. Losing his mother was hard, but he still has his dad. If anything the struggles have only brought them closer. Despite the heaviness of his past, Drey is always smiling. He has an air about him that just exudes an endearing quality one has to be born with to truly have. By nature he does not like to see people hurting, especially those he has a personal connection to. He has never really learned to get over this but he has learned to turn it off somewhat. He shows a tender and considerate nature to others, especially to people and their behaviours. Many have considered him to be very optimistic a person for one with such a dark past, but Drey doesn't feel as though he could honor his mothers memory in brooding. He does his best to live up to her expectations even in death. Drey strives to be a better person for himself.

Sample RP:

Pulling his hand from his pocket, he combed his fingers through the mat of his dark curky hair, footsteps slowing as he neared the end of the village. There was nothing much in this direction, that he could recall. He did think though that he'd heard a few of the students talking about a new little tea shoppe. Though he couldn't remember the name for the life of him.

Shrugging he continued along the road, his eyes curiously watching for somthing that struck a chord of familiarity. Just in Thyme, yes, that was it. A small smile lit his lips at the sign which was cradled carefully above the door, he walked forward his steps filled with an air of purpose. Shifting the door open, he stepped inside filled with the wafting of aroma of different flavours. The shoppe was quiet, filled with only a few customers, but it suited the place. It was quaint and didn't seem a place full of jittering liveliness, but rather quiet mingling. Approaching the counter he order a chai latte and stepped away from the counter, his eyes catching on a female across the room, who too also seemed to be lacking company.

With the latte in hand, Drey slid a few coins over the counter and approached the woman a striking smile on his features. Her softly colored hair framed the smooth contours of her face, a book held delicately in the palm of her hand, she seemed in place here. Beckoning to the open armchair he stalled a moment before speaking, I couldn't help but be intrigued by how comfortable you look, mind if I take a seat here with you? He offered gently, noting that there were indeed other chairs in the vast room, but none with unassumed company. He took a drink of the latte before looking down to her once more, I wouldn't be a bother, I'll promise you that.

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[maverick charles white]

DONE.

FULL NAME maverick charles white
NICKNAMES mav, maverick

AGE sixteen
GENDER male
BLOOD veela

PERSONA maverick is sarcastic, he likes a good joke and doesn't totally mind having it thrown back at him. he doesn't really know when to shut his mouth and can be considered annoying for many reasons, but he is also a very playful and energetic gent. not really a fighter, but being completely lazy and stuck in his own ways, he's all talk and no action. he can be a bit of a softie, but he'd never tell anyone that.
HISTORY born to jackson and leah white, he was a troubled child and often got himself into trouble with the neighborhood children by pushing them around and bullying them. his parents became quite ashamed and began to push him off onto nanny after nanny and finally, at ten, he was sent to his grandmother. maverick, for quite some time, was resentful and bitter and angry knowing his parents did not love him. for a while his grandmother tried to get him to open up and understand why they had done it and that he'd be just fine without them before giving up, for lack of a better term. they went on in silence with him going to school and attempting to make his own. of course, being so young, it didn't work out well and he finally broke down, needing some sort of adult guidance. he began to open up to her about the hate he had for adults and all the reasons why, which didn't last long as him and his grandmother grew quite the bond. she taught him about their history and more or less changed how he saw certain things.

SAMPLE

"Bonjour," he murmured, stepping into the room with a smile and raise of the brow to stare at the faces. All young, some aged with stress. And then the teacher looked to him from his desk, glasses hanging loosely on his face until he pushed them up with his index finger. While alls he could hope was a new start in a new school, he couldn't rightly help the nervous feeling that balled in the pit of his throat. But even so, he walked with his pride on his sleeve and reached out a hand to shake with the teacher, who gladly look it and smiled. Maverick was not a generally the type to stand down nor show that kind of weakness, he thought all too much of himself, so when he turned and saw the eyes of question he knew he'd be fine.

Lunch came quick, he'd made his way through the halls with ease, dodging shoulders and elbows and books simply because he'd want a good seat. Truthfully, he had no friends. Not back home, and definitely not here. Here would be a place he could fix himself in that way, because he didn't want to be that bully. Nobody did, really. But he didn't stress it, for once he had appeared in the doorway, did a peculiar group of girls wave him over. Which really was the last thing he needed, another ego boost. Moving with a haughty stride, the tall male stood and leaned against the table, "Hello, I'm Maverick." he was the man who smelt like stale cigarettes and an expensive French cologne, because he was. The man was no cheapskate when it came to his hygiene and smell.

There was just that thing about him. Still, he felt sour considering the "no smoking, no alcohol" rule. How was he to survive? Lately he had just drowned out the sadness with a spliff and a shot of whisky. It was stupid, he must have agreed, but it would still be hard to get over such stresses. A girl to the right of him made his head turn and thoughts fade away, "hello there," was all he could say.

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Cossu!

[`nox faust the second}]

First Name:
Nox
Last Name:
Faust II
Age:
Seventeen
Blood:
Incubus & Necromancer
History:
Nox was created as a result of a woman and a demonic incubus mating with one another. Plain and simple. It was far from an accident or something the incubus just made happen though. No. It was quite simply an experiment, something that the newly born creature would simply revel over as time went on. Generally, the incubus himself was a second cousin, whereas on his mothers side lay some more incubus/succubus blood (she being a third succubus herself), and as well as being a necromancer she was the last in line and needed a continuation of the sorcery, according to his grandfather at least. In all honesty there was a lot of inbreeding going on to keep the line going.

Anyway, moving on from the rambling (xD), Nox never met his father and quite simply grew up in his grandfather's care. His grandfather was a very inane necromancer and taught the boy everything he knew, which also involved punishing Nox whenever he got something wrong. They lived in the wilderness of Germany, just outside a little village, in a large mansion, which the civilians considered to be quite haunted, especially due to the rumors and stuff that went on over there. As a boy Nox was to remain silent, never saying a word not even to reply back, such a thing was unheard of in his grandfather's company. Even when he reached a mature enough age to go to school, he was prohibited from doing so, and instead was home schooled - by his grandfather himself.

Now this carried on for years, Nox becoming colder and more mature very quickly as time went on, his incubus side also rising constantly to the surface as he wanted to leave the mansion and go out to meet new people. But alas, his complains were to no avail and he was beaten for even uttering word. A day later and Nox snapped. During another lesson at the makeshift school, the blonde haired boy called forth spirits to strike his grandfather down, and in far from a pleasant way, with Nox just smirking madly the entire time. His grandfather was far from dead though. Nox decided to put what he learned into practice. A while later as his grandfather was arising from unconsciousness, his eyes were reflected in the blade of a scalpel which his grandson was wielding in hands that were covered in surgical gloves. Screaming madly, the old man was dissected by the young by, who was looking intently curious the entire time, ignoring the struggles which were fruitless due to how he had been tied down to the table. That was the end of his grandfather, and which brought freedom to the boy.

Now he had no family to speak of. His grandfather who raised him was dead, and his parents were long gone - though he swore they'd pay for having abandoned him as they did - but that was such a slight thought. He decided that that would be the only emotional as well as logical decision to make and that he would leave this mansion and pursue a different life. So after a week or so he decided to en role himself at Beauxbatons Academy to see what kind of things would be different there.

Personality:
A scientist. That is the best way to describe him. He's extremely cool and logical, and thinks almost everything can be explained through science - though he understands that there are a lot of things that can't be, like his powers or the people at the school. He's very obnoxious and considers himself to be one of the best and brightest minds in the world. And with that, comes a quick tongue. He's extremely brutish when it comes to his wording and is quick to the point without holding anything back. Why sugarcoat things when he doesn't care about the other person's feelings? That's another thing: feelings. He considers to be unnecessary. Love? Hate? Doesn't exist in his world. Despite being a person who believes emotions to be irrelivant though, he's forever curious though, especially when it comes to his pursuit of knowledge.

He's incredibly stubborn and gets irritated when he doesn't get his point across (so he is more emotive than he likes to let on). He is rather naive though. It puzzles him the way people act around him, especially when he had been withdrawn from human society for so long. When it comes to attraction, as an incubus he feels it more than anyone else, and even accidently flirts on occasion because of it, but yet again, he considers such things irrelevant, even if just for enjoyment purposes - he refers to it as coitus, and that he swore he wouldn't do it for any other reason than to create offspring, no love or attachment would be involved either. Experiments are something he also loves doing and gets very sadistic over, and if he had any volunteers to perform on... well, the more so the better. No promises there wouldn't be blood involved though.

Above all else though, he loves reading, which goes into how smart he believes he is. He doesn't condescend people because he likes hurting people, he does it because he's just being truthful of his own thoughts. Science, potion, demonology, necromancy... all books he's very much interested in and is rarely seen without one. Generally, his arrogance is the result of his constant studies, in other words. He also occasionally suffers from schizophrenia, making him seem more unbalanced than he actually is.

Sample RP:
Sitting in the library at the mansion, Nox scowled as he reached forward to rip the page out of the book he was reading. "I'll be needing this," he muttered as he stuffed it in his pocket along with several other scrunched up pieces of parchment. "Now I'm all set." He snapped close the book before dropping it heavily down onto the table, sending dust flying. The house itself never had a cleaner so dust and grime had started to form over the years. It didn't really matter much to him, so long as he could get on with whatever he was doing with no problem.

Shifting his chair to the side, he moved, his long white lab coat (which he normally wore wherever he went) swished along behind him, his boots echoing on hollow floorboards as he moved. "I believe it's time to get out of this place."His grey eyes moved to observe the library, which was extremely jam packed with books - all of which were information and text books, nothing literary at all, which suited him just fine as he couldn't stand to read such books. Only daydreamers who wouldn't stand reality would enjoy such things, not him though. He quite enjoyed real life situations. At that, Nox smirked, his eyes dropping to the floor where there was a little droplet of blood.

"Wont lie when I say I wont miss you, grandfather.." he whispered, a smirk forming darkly at his lips as he moved forward to step on the drop of blood with his shoe. A moment later he resumed walking. The sooner he got out of this dump the better, and on to better and new things. Maybe things that would lead him to world domination some day, who really knew. His smirk became a full fledged manic grin at that final thought as he yanked open the door and stepped outside into the darkness of the night, slamming the front door behind him.

Sournois or Rouerie... perhaps, a lighter approach? Rouerie!

[marcus dúbhshláine]

First Name: Marcus

Last Name: Dúbhshláine

Age: Seventeen

History: It was a nice day when Marcus was born but the conditions were a little less than favorable in that they were much more comical than horrendous. While both his parents, Gerard and Niamh, were from Ireland, they had many family members located all around Europe causing them to pick up and move at various times over the years. Despite all this moving, the Dúbhshláine's never stopped growing the immediate family and raised six brilliant, according to them, children. Four boys, and 2 girls made up their little group before Mrs. Dúbhshláine delivered her final child. Marcus Conor Darren Dúbhshláine was born in the early minutes of June 8th in the year 1996 inside a pub. Yes that's correct, a pub. They'd been enjoying a rather lovely party on the eve of his birth when Nia went into labor. There was not outward signs that she was and Gerard stood there in doubt wondering if she was playing one of those pranks she was known for. After throwing a few swear words at him she gritted her teeth and reminded him that she had previous experience in the department of giving birth. Having six kids tended to make one an expert in such matters. It was during this heated conversation that they waited much too long to drive to the hospital and in one of the rooms of the pub, Marcus was born into the world. He personally finds the whole story disgusting and hates talking about it. To anyone.

Though he deeply resembled his father even from birth, his held the eye color of his long deceased grandfather, Donal. Donal had been a very respected and admired Auror, journalist, and all-around nice guy. Donal died in the first Wizarding War whilst on a mission. Even as years passed and his memory turned into family stories, people of their little town still praised the Irishman especially after the birth of his grandson, Marcus.

None of this made Marcus special of course. In fact, it was his older brothers that really attracted all the attention. Girls, and women, practically choked on their looks while the men envied, hated, and admired them. No it wasn't until Marcus got much older that anyone gave him much recognition at all. Before he'd been known as the Dúbhshláine boy with the scowl but after he'd turned sixteen, he became just as popular as his brothers. Suddenly people were talking to him, wanting to sit near him, and girls were asking his name. It was absolutely weird for him and his wasn't too thrilled with any of it. Whether any of the people in his town wanted to admit it or not, they were all fake. They disregarded a person until they looked as if they'd become someone of importance. It was that precise reason he chose to brush off any complaint or compliments anyone had to offer.

Marcus, along with all the friends he did make, attended Hogwarts for a few years making it all the way up to his fourth year before being transferred to a new school. The cause was of course, the temporary move to France in order to visit his grandmother, Marie. Her real name was Mary but upon his arrival to France decades before she insisted on people calling his Marie. It was much much more aristocratic in her opinion, to everyone else it damn confusing. It was here the he learned the for the remainder of not only his schooling but his grandmothers years he would be attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. If he was honest he'd never heard of the school and would often mention this to his parents whenever he passed them in the halls of his grandmothers estate. It never did anyone good though as they would only tell him the all the arrangements had already been set and he'd just have to deal with it. At least he wasn't alone in this. They'd made his sisters go as well.

Personality: Marcus is goofy. He's silly and loves jokes, pranks, tricks and all this funny. But he's moody sometimes, he has the strongest angst of anyone he knows. It comes and goes flaring up when his temper is pushed to the limits. He hates attention for the wrong reasons but will try and attract it when the moment is alright. Marcus is cocky, and confident. He likes to attract the girls but is looking for someone good. He can't stand bad girls, or girls that think they are and he is annoyed by girls that try too hard to be liked by both guys and people they want to be friends with. Marcus is a friendly guy and will try and be friends with just about anyone, try be the operative word. He has his rough points with people. At times he can and will rub people the wrong way and ruin all chances of a good relationship/friendship with a person. It has happened and will continue to do so.

Sample RP: The shouts that floated up from the bottom of the great stairs pushed his choked laughs forward before he could scurry around the corner of the wall. Loud, echoing laughs filled the crowded corridor and Marcus leaned over clutching his stomach. The familiar stench of a dungbomb slithered up the hall and people began racing to get away from the smell. Pulling a rag from his pocket and wiped the evidence from his hands, making sure to clean the small towel afterwards. He was leaving for school in a few days and had been wanting to leave a lasting impression before his departure. Currently the entire estate was occupied by the friends of his Uncle and Aunt. They were having a sort of charity party in his grandmother's honor but the entertainment was rather dull in his eyes. It wasn't a far off thought either as even parts of the band were struggling to find any happiness in Mozart for the seventh time.

Chucking the rag into an empty room, he retreated outside thorugh a side door, breathing in the damp air. It'd rained the entire night only seeming to stop for a brief moment but people still took advantage of the break. They were strolling the vast grounds and admiring the large twinkling trees dotted around the land. Smirking, he could hear the words his other grandmother would say about the whole affair. It was very different from the parties back home. At those he wasn't forced into a suit and tie, didn't have to answer a thousand questions and he would usually not be sober. But here, he was required to do all those things and more. It would have been bearable if he'd at least had one of his friends or brothers to keep him company but instead he had to listen to the shrill voices of his sisters. Rubbing his temples, he recalled the conversation he'd had only moments ago.

"You remember David, don't you Marcus?" a young woman with flowing brown hair said to him. Effy was his the oldest out of the two sisters he had. She was older than his by two years but acted as if she was years older than she was. At this moment she was attempting to reel in a rather wealthy bachelor. Looking up, Marcus shook his head.

"No."

"Oh don't be silly," she exclaimed. "You met him last night. He's the pilot, Marcus. The pilot from Brazil."

Batting her eyes up at him as if it was attractive she nudged his arm with her elbow. "Well anyway, he told his been to the school you're going to. Said it was very nice. Lots of ladies." At this she outwardly giggled and stared at Marcus, causing him to start questioning her sanity. "Not that he spent a lot of time chasing girls. He was too busy being the top in his class."

As she said this David took it upon himself to admire the backside of a passing girl. "Right. Didn't I read somewhere you were the Valedictorian last year?" The insult hadn't even sunk in when his sister steered them away from the man. Choking back a laugh he watched as it dawned on David and he stalked away to the side of the girl he'd seen.

"What is the matter with you?" Effy screeched, gripping her wine glass. "You know perfectly well that they only reason he didn't graduate on time was because of personal reasons."

"Yeah," he reassured her, "he's stupid. The only thing that stopped him from finishing school on time was the fact that it's all air up there." Tapping the side of his head, he smirked. "Sorry to break it to ya sis, but you're attracted to thick heads." At this her face twisted into outrage and she stormed off as well undoubtedly in search for a fresh drink and male companion.

It'd been one of the stupidest conversations he'd had costing him not only someone to talk to but a chance to linger in the ballroom. He'd finally left when his sister insisted on telling him about every doctor, lawyer, auror, and ministry employee she could find. It was one of the reasons he preferred to stay away from any conversation involving girls as things always tended to end rather dramatically.

Marcus was now down touring the grounds himself, twirling his wand between his fingers. Happy that he had no conversation to join now, nor a important figure of society to be introduced to he simply kept his thoughts on that of his new school. He'd fought the idea for a while mostly because he wanted to go back to Hogwarts with is friends, he was starting to think that it wouldn't be so bad. Though if there were any people like David he wasn't so sure if he wanted to make any friends during his stay.

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[gracelyn blue martin]

FULL NAME gracelynn blue martin
NICKNAMES grace, gracie

AGE seventeen
GENDER female
BLOOD pureblood

PERSONA gracelyn is the definition of flower child. she is happy and never lets thing bear hard on her shoulders because she knows it won't matter in the future. selfless, she'd rather see herself get hurt than someone else, for lack of a better way to say it. somewhat innocent in her ways, she never cusses nor goes against what she is told. but she can be naive and often falls without chance of being caught. she trusts too easily and often finds herself feeling pretty down. of course, she tries to be optimistic. sometimes she's pouty when she doesn't get her way. as well, she can be fairly sassy and playful toward others, although she is never harsh nor mean. typical teenage girl as she loves the outdoors and nature.
HISTORY born to rose melinda martin and james alexander martin, her family was well off from the start. while her mother was beautiful and young, her father was intelligent and classy. they met in france, while she was native to the area, he was there on business. well, as the story always goes, the french woman and american man fell in love and had their first child, deadra gale martin the following year of their meeting. for a while, they didn't consider themselves "together" and went on with their lives, but secretly did he fly out every other weekend to see her and their unborn child. nine months later, the baby was born and james was shipping his company out to france so he could settle down.

life was good for a while. why would it not be for such a rich and pristine couple. they had a son five years later, and a set of twins another two. before savannah and gracelyn where born, their mother began to change. she drank, she paced, she aged with stress and built up anger. nobody, including her husband, could understand what was going on but left it as it was, she wouldn't want to fix herself as she'd made it quite clear. when becoming pregnant for the last time, she stopped her drinking and nasty habits and focused on the babies, hoping she'd snap out of her sudden depression. again, things where good for a while. the girls reached two and while savannah was an absolute daddy's girl, gracelyn was stuck to her mothers side.

rose melinda martin died three years later. for what reason? her father would never say. in reality, she had become so depressed and in a rut she couldn't help but drink and get back into old habits. all the while her husband was going out and seeing his new found mistresses, living his own happy life. for the years following, grace had her own little pit of hate for her father, thinking his pretty woman and absence was the reason she died, thinking she died from a broken heart. along that time, the twins grew apart. while vannah became unruly, disrespectful and troubled, grace kept herself occupied with the arts and horseback riding.

when old enough, their letters to hogwarts arrived. savannah was reluctant to go by grace, someone, convinced her and the two where on their way. from the start, she was pushed aside, granted her place in hufflepuff and watched her sister take the reigns of those in slytherin, and she reigned with an iron fist. savannah caused much hell there and they eventually made the decision to leave and go to beauxbatons, a beautiful school for beautiful woman.

SAMPLE

Gracelyn dressed in a tank top and skinny jeans. Simple, right? Oh, the thought made her giggle. Giggle in a way that was light and airy, securing her hair with some hairspray and making her way down the spiral stairs of her home. Vacation was a wonderful thing, she had to admit. . . even with being home, in a place she just rather not. Sometimes, she thought she'd hear her mother ghost lingering in the halls. Doing the same cursed pacing she had done years previous to that. When she died. Before she died. The woman always paced, as if pondering a constant thought. The girl liked it, though, was almost comforted by the thought that her momma still looked over her.

Maybe sometimes she thought her mother died because she didn't want to deal with the kids. That maybe she was too tired. But there where so many reasons she'd died and Grace didn't want to think about it that way, and blaming herself would do no good. So she just smiled, grabbing a bite of croissant and a sip of tea and then bouncing out the house and toward her sisters car, which awaited patiently with a pur. The amber eyed woman couldn't help but laugh at the thought of a car awaiting a humans arrival, considering it was who was in it. And gladly did she hop in the back seat, looking at her sister, giving an almost intimidated smile, "Where are we off to?" the question had hung on her tongue a moment, and she just couldn't help herself.

"A cruise around," retorted Savannah, as bitter and normal as ever. For some reason the darker twin had been in a good mood and invited her out. Which, was always a wonderful thing to spend time with her when she was happy. Gracelyn shrugged and sat back, waving to the person in the passenger seat. She recognized him as a boy in her english class way back when, only remembered thanks to his mismatched eyes and scraggly blonde hair. And she relaxed, looking out the window at the wonders of the forest on either side.

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[lucrezia]

First Name: Lucrezia
Last Name: Hollands
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:


History: Lucrezia Narcissa Hollands was born in the middle of the hustle and bustle of New York City. Growing up, she rarely got to see her parents. They were usually giving lectures at the universities or locked up in their study. This didn't mean that she loved them any less. She sort of learned to not depend on anyone. Once she was ten, her parents decided to uproot her from her native New York and took her to Norway. Her father was always particularly interested in Norse mythology so it was the best place. That was when her first signs of magic began to show. On the TV shows, it seemed perfectly fun to slide down banisters so Lucrezia decided to try. It wasn't her best idea. She almost fell on her head when she tipped her over but her magic made her land safely. Her parents were completely confused. They had no idea how something like that could happen. They didn't find out the reason behind it until Lucrezia turned eleven. Meanwhile, they began getting used to the fact that odd things always happened when she was around. When she turned eleven, she received a letter from Landvik Skole av Magi which was a Norwegian Wizarding school. It explained that she wasn't just any regular person. She was a witch.

She was a little reluctant about going at first since she didn't want to leave her parents but they insisted that she should go for her own benefit. So, off she went to the school. She liked the school well enough but she just didn't fit in. Soon enough, she was moving again. This time, her parents had chosen to live in London. She could've stayed at the wizarding school but her parents had wanted her to be a little closer. Lucrezia began to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was immediately sorted into Gryffindor. She still missed being with her parents. They were barely home and then, she gets shipped off to a boarding school. So to get her parents' attention, she brewed up some trouble. It wasn't anything too serious. It was just the occasional cauldron explosion, tardiness, and wandering in the Forbidden Forest. Her parents sent a letter now and then to warn her about her behavior but they never took action. When she noticed this, she realized that she actually liked the new-found freedom that she always had.

Carrying on, she made a name for herself. Anyone who had gone to Hogwarts had heard her name. She was the girl that conducted all the riots and rebellions. She was the person who got into a fight with a Slytherin at least once a day. That all ended at the end of her sixth year. Lucrezia came home to find her family's furniture all packed up in boxes. This time, they were moving to France and she was coming too. Her parents had withdrawn her from Hogwarts and registered her for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Lucrezia was devastated. She had finally found a place that she liked just as much as New York then she has to move again. She ran away to her friend's house for three days before going back to her parents. Lucrezia had finally accepted the fact that they were moving to Paris.

Personality: As a child, she was shy and often stared in wonder at all the things around her. This didn't make her seem too difficult to befriend. She was pretty easy-going once a person got to know her. Hogwarts was the turning point for her. In an effort to get her parents' attention, she got into trouble on purpose. Then, it finally hit her that. She actually liked being a bit of a troublemaker. This realization turned her into the person she was today. Lucrezia is a bright and bouncing person who's always looking for a little fun. Unfortunately for the professors, it means causing some trouble. She's bound to get into a fight or duel at least once a day. She also has a habit of being extremely sarcastic and making people feel bad. It's all indirectly, of course. She has no intentions of being mean. She just comes off that way. Lucrezia also has a nasty temper and has the tendency to lash out when she's in one of her moods. Underneath all that tough exterior, she has a good heart. She's the type of person that wound lend a shoulder to cry on or kick someone's butt for a friend. Overall, Lucrezia is a pretty nice girl. She's just a little boisterous.

Sample RP: Lucrezia kicked a can out of her way as she walked down the streets of London. She was heading toward her friend's house. A beeping sound broke her out of her thoughts. She slipped her cellphone out of her purse and checked it. It was a text from her parents, telling her to come home. Lucrezia was tempted to defy them by just continuing on her path to her friend's house but decided against it. She put her cellphone back into her purse and turned around, heading towards her family's penthouse. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" she shouted when someone bumped into her and walked away without one single word of apology. She let out a huff of irritation.

Finally, she reached the apartment. She opened the door to reveal a number of boxes lying around the living room. She looked at them in confusion. Was her mother rearranging the furniture again? Her mother had the tendency to do that. Every time she comes home for the summer, she always finds new furniture. Her mother had a thing for feng shui. "Mom? Dad?" she called out. A scuffling noise sounded from her parents' room. A head poked into the living room. It was her mom. "Good. You're home," her mother said. "What's with all the boxes?" she asked, gesturing to the numerous amounts of them lying on the floor. Emmaline Hollands just waved her hand unconcernedly. "We'll be moving to Paris in a week," the woman answered.

"What?" she shrieked. She watched as her mother sighed. "Don't be so dramatic, Lu," her mother said, moveing towards her daughter. "I can't believe you're doing this!" she screamed. This time, her father poked his head into the room, asking about the reason why she was screaming. Lucrezia threw up her hands in exasperation. "You're ruining my life!" she screamed, fully aware that she was pulling a typical teenager move. She stomped out the door and quickly ran out into the street, heading towards her friend's house. She left without a single look back.

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[savannah lynn martin]

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FULL NAME savannah lynn martin
NICKNAMES vannah, vanny

AGE seventeen
GENDER female
BLOOD pureblood

PERSONA savannah and her twin couldn't be any less alike.
HISTORY

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[`isidore 'izzy' donovan,]

First Name:
Maeve
Last Name:
de Sauveterre
Age:
Seventeen
Blood:
1/2 Unseelie Fae, 1/4 Hellhound, 1/4 Phouka.
History:
Maeve de Sauveterre is a hybrid, born to a female unseelie sidhe known as Aridne Norton and another halfbreed from faerie who was hellhound and phouka, who shall remain nameless as she never knew her father - who he was or what his name was or even where he was or what happened to him.

Maeve was born at the Unseelie Court to a noble and a father she had never met, a fatherless child. Soon after she was born though she was dumped in the mortal world, for lack of a better term, and just abandoned by her mother. She was extremely young at the time, and her appearance wasn't quite what you'd expect from a child of a few months old - dark skin like she'd been painted with darkness and the most vibrant eyes with the most multicoloured shades of blue that you ever did see.

At the time she lived in America, faerie and the Courts were technically in the states and she was abandoned there also. In Illinois she was found by what appeared to be a pure blooded adult wizard who worked for the Ministry of Magic in the US. Originally he couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was, a were-creature perhaps? Such things weren't unheard of in America, especially more lycanthropes than just werewolves, even werecats were quite popular, as such, in the country too. Quite frankly, he couldn't help but wonder what else she was if not a lycanthrope. However, with no parents willing to claim her in sight he decided the best thing to do was pick her up and take her home.

Prior to his wife's concerns, and even his own initial reservations, they decided to adopt her. They had grown quite fond of her during the time they had her and eventually she had a place of her own in the family. As she grew up she managed to learn the magic of her people of her own accord. It wasn't as if she had much choice. She had no one around to teach her such stuff, and no biological parents to claim her. However, her adoptive father taught her how to wield the magic of the magical world and eventually she got the hang of it. So much that when she was of age she was enrolled into the Salem Wizarding Academy several states over. Because of that she learned to use glamour to hide her true appearance from everyone who should come across her, to prevent prying eyes and countless questions that not even she could answer.

A few years later when she was packing up her stuff at school, ready to go home for the summer holidays after yet another school year was over, darkness overcame her and she slipped into unconsciousness. When she awoke she found gleaming green and gold orbs staring down at her. Three rings. The sign of a sidhe. Once she found her bearings, still not knowing where she actually was as she knew she wasn't at school anymore, the boy introduced himself. He was her half brother Drystan de Sauveterre. He told her that he'd be able to tell her all about herself and answer whatever questions she had so long as she went along with him wherever he went from now on. Reluctantly she agreed, she didn't want to leave her parents especially knowing she'd never be able to speak to or see them again, but she was still so filled with questions and curiosity about herself. Naturally he lied, of course he lied. It almost seemed too good to be true that her half brother of all people would come find her and whisk her away and they'd live happily ever after, though that wasn't entirely the case. Prior to him enrolling her at Beauxbatons, he was extremely shallow and did unspeakable things to her, which changed her a bit as a person. A bit later she vowed to never come across him again after starting at the wizarding school, a promise that she was more than likely unable to fulfill.

Personality:
Maeve is like the incarnation of Ying and Yang. Upon meeting someone she seems pretty sweet, the little sister type of person who's affectionate, likes cute things, caring for animals, emotional at times, just a very nice person in general. Then, when you get on her bad side (which can happen too often) things change very quickly. She then has a snappish way of talking, her temper flares up enough, so much, that you think she'd actually try and lunge at you and she makes offhanded remarks that seem relatively cruel. She's also quite the party girl, never passing the chance to go out and dance when it suits her. And then the next thing you know she's back to being nice and sweet again, usually it happens when she's out to gain something. Some people have described her as bipolar but that's far from the case. Mainly due to her brother's influence she's become a harsher being. She's also quite reckless and a lot of the time finds herself in dangerous situations that she's unable to get out of, though of course you can't expect someone like her to have many people to help her right? That's where you're wrong, despite the way she is her ability to make friends is beyond reproach, even if it means lying or being two faced in order to get them. She certainly doesn't lack confidence and approaches people all the time. Generally though, she hopes to be a better person eventually, but for now this is just who she is.

Sample RP:
It was summer holidays and a young girl with long brunette hair set down on a patch of grass overlooking what appeared to be a cliff with a very long drop. The sun was high in the sky, the sky was cloudless and birds were chirping loudly and everywhere as if it was the first day of spring. Yes, today was a beautiful day, Maeve couldn't help but marvel as she fell back and stretched out over the grass, the blades tickling her ears and face slightly, causing her to smile in happiness. No one could surely ruin this moment, it seemed like the wonder of the day could go on and on, for infinity if need be. That was until a deep voice sounded out above her, causing her to look up and frown slightly. The frown however turned to one of shock and disbelief as, coming from the source above her, several drops of red fluid dropped down on her face, onto her nose, eyes and even her mouth.

"What the- Are you MAD?!" she almost shrieked as she sat straight up and staggered to her feet, wheeling around on the boy who had then been behind her. Quickly she reached up and wiped off the red droplets using one hand. "Is this..." she mumbled, feeling more queasy the longer she stared at the glimmering liquid. She felt as if the world around her had suddenly became quiet, just as suddenly as the world had started spinning, which all came to a halting stop as the boy opened his mouth to speak.

"What's the problem, sis?" Drystan stated, a leer making his golden green eyes look more demonic than they actually were. No, her brother, or half brother as it were, wasn't a demon, but he sure did act like it most of the time. Slowly he pulled out his arm which was previously hidden behind his hand to reveal what appeared to be a small furry body. "Just rabbit blood. Didn't know I could get to you in that way. Should do it more often." He smirked at her, as she took several steps towards him, right until her legs took her directly in front of him. "What's wrong, little sister, you want a kiss as an apology for frightening you so bad?" he mocked as he kept his eyes fixed on her three toned blue ones, unaware of her pulling back her arm then feeling his face get knocked to the side as she planted a hard slap on his right cheek. The slap left a red imprint, which made Maeve feel slightly more satisfied despite still having blood smears on her nose and lip.

"B*stard..." Maeve hissed, her eyes narrowing at him as she turned away from his still leering face. She guessed that no matter what she did to him he'd still have that contemptuous look on his face he almost always gave her. Sometimes he was nice (when it suited him), but most of the time he wasn't. She didn't know why she abandoned anyone for him, but after this she had certainly learned her lesson. Without ever casting a backwards glance she started walking down the path away from the cliff. Let's see if he decided to follow her. He probably would. He always did, after all.

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[elettra heishang]

first name:

last name:

age:

history:

[/i], and walked away. She hated the idea of looking like a fool. The next day however, the Ministry got a hold of the news that Elettra had used one of the unforgivable curses in the sight of a muggle. She was forced to go to the Ministry for sentencing, and it wasn't the first time she experienced a police-like situation. With her family beside her and Clad sitting on the far right, the Ministry announced their decision and considered all of the situation. Elettra was required and forced to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and so she did for the new term, leaving behind all her muggle friends, experiences, and most definitely left behind Clad. She was lucky to not have been sent to Azkaban for the usage of the unforgivable curse, but that was just her luck, something she wasn't so used to.
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personality:

[/i]. Once you get on Elettra's bad side or do anything to test her loyalty and trust in you, you will never be on her good side since she still has to learn how to forgive. Elettra will do things to you out of spite and you would not see it coming, because in the end she no longer wants to look stupid for getting backstabbed or humiliated by a friend, lover or acquaintance. When it comes to love, Elettra would do anything for a person whom she is in love with. She was in love only once with Clad and despite the fact he treated her bittersweetly, as he abused her physically when she disagreed with him and at the same time showered her with romance, Elettra still unconditionally loved him because she was so blinded. She's not the one who hooks up randomly with guys or play their hearts like a game.

All in all, Elettra likes to go with the flow and do things for the thrill and be in the moment. Which is how she's gotten sent to police headquarters about three times. Despite her parents' lack of attention, Elettra was still fascinated by their jobs as WWE wrestler/diva. Their healthy diets and workouts inspired Elettra to stay fit and healthy, which made her very finicky about what she eats and her exercise schedule. As a young child, Elettra always wanted to be a Healer in the wizarding world, and now that she's in Beauxbatons, she hopes to learn and become one. [/ul]

sample rp:

[/b] she said in jokingly-mad manner, her hands held up in a questionable gesture. She cocked her eyebrow up and snatched the unhealthy snack away from her brother's grip. "No bueno Simone. I'm tryna help you get fit for the ladies," Elettra said mockingly, knowing how Simon hated when she called him by the female variant of his name. It made her laugh, his expression so grumpy and nonchalant. He ignored his sister's usual behavior when he ate unhealthy, and said, "Why are you up? Or at home? I thought you went out I heard the door slam shut, and it literally shook my bed." Elettra laughed at a dirty joke she came up with in her head, but she controlled herself from saying dirty innuendos in front of Simon, him being innocent in her eyes. She turned drew the blinds open and propped herself on her bed lounging and replied, "Um I was just not in the mood. Honestly just been thinking, caught up with stuff. And I think that was Felicity probably mad at her boyfriend or husband, whatever." Simon hated when his sister was in one of her moods and when she skips out on crazy nights with her friends, he knew something was disturbing her.

"Whats on your mind Lettie? Don't tell me its about mom and dad," but Simon knew better, he knew exactly that it was about them.

"Maybe. I guess," Elettra suddenly jumped up wanting to ignore a millionth conversation on the mom and dad topic she continued, "Okay! So why don't we get our asses on our bikes and ride around? Yes? Yes."

The sun was going to be stronger than yesterday, brighter than most days, so Elettra snatched her thrift shop sunglasses from her dresser and pushed them onto fit her face. She wasn't a girl who had to have all the designer brands, even though her parents' earned a ton of money from their high post jobs. Elettra couldn't care less about owning designer clothing, she was all for the grungy, comfortable, and simple clothing she could find from thrift stores or privately owned clothing companies. She was all about being different, especially with her appearance. "Remember bro fill in that empty space with something that will complete you. All humans have the disease of emptiness inside them. And right now your emptiness needs to be filled with some exercise. Now lets go you pig," Elettra let out a laugh, knowing how much her brother hated when she spoke like she's Buddha's daughter. She couldn't help but cradle her brother in a measurable wingspan's length of tough love. They only had each other to learn from and to grow on, since they both had a a lack of parental guidance. A surge builds up inside Elettra, being the oldest, a need to protect him and shield him from dangers that could hurt him. Simon tries to do the same, but Elettra was hard to come through, she likes to live by her own beat.

Outside seemed to run with only the colors that covered the skies, soon everything will be clear and illuminated by the sun's harsh rays. The crisp morning air caressed her body sparking up goosebumps across her arms and legs, her lips curved into a smile. L.A. weather, like this, placed in her a calm and gentle mood. It made her chill inside and harmonize with her surroundings, the bike was swaying to the direction of wind, everything felt like a soft poem. Elettra's eyelids lowered, her eyes showing only a slit, she almost closed them. Simon looked over, his expression crazed, he yelled Elettra's name and she let out a laugh. It always amused her when Simon would worry about the smallest things she did. The streets were quiet and settling, cars' engines seemed to rumble quietly like snores. A few cars passed, but it was mostly just Elettra and Simon taking up most of the two way streets. They had the most freedom at that moment, it felt infinite, the road longing towards the horizon like it would never end. A buzz in her pocket alerted her disturbing the peace she kept between her and the road she cycled on. It was Clad and he was desperate once again. Elettra never forgives and she was soon gone, never will come across such a demented guy, well for now she won't. Beauxbatons was her new home, and Simon was going to join her. They would leave all muggles behind and start anew in the wizarding world, finally.[/ul]
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Tough choice, but I'll put you in COSSU.

[GRAY ALBARN ♥]

First Name:
Grayson Mackenzee
Last Name:
Albarn
Age:
Sixteen.
History:
It was early morning on the 24th April, twenty six years prior to him arriving at the school, on the island of Hokkaido, when this young boy was born. He was quite a cute baby; dark brown eyes, dark hair, he looked like a typical asian boy at best. His parents were both traditionalists, although slightly upper class civilians, for the most part. His mother, a simple house wife, whereas his father owned a large chain of anime stores as well as cosplay cafes in Akihabara, Tokyo. So that meant his father was away most of the time and he generally only lived with his mother. His mother was a proud woman though and hated being tied down to the same place for too long, and routinely went off somewhere, leaving the young boy with a family friend or neighbor. In fact, Gray Albarn isn't even his real name, but we'll get onto that later.

Despite his parents being away most of the time though, he wasn't a lonely child. His parents, as a birthday present, got him a snow white Akita Inu - which he named Shiro - which they got to keep him company in their absence, and what a pair they made. He didn't mind constantly being alone in such a big house, so long as he had his best friend Shiro close by. In order to make time go by both of them would go exploring, and generally getting in trouble with some of the other villagers as well as shop keepers. They all knew that the boy meant well though and looked very fondly upon him, if not with sympathy due to how lonely he must have seemed. Eventually when he hit an old enough age though his father sent him to a private boarding school in Tokyo, which meant leaving his beloved pet as well as his home behind. Clearly his father meant well by wanting to keep his troublesome son closer at hand.

There, he did make quite a few friends as well as getting into much more trouble. He regularly fell asleep in class, failed exams, played pranks on his teachers despite them being rather strict, he actually loved it there though. A few years later he returned to Hokkaido, and to the home he had to leave for while and found his dog dead, and no sign of his mother. In a moment of despair, magic kicked in and he found himself summoning a gust of wind that crashed into one of the sliding doors, blowing it off it's hinges and into the wall behind it. That was the first time he ever got the hint that he was a wizard, or something similar, he wasn't quite sure of any of that yet. After phoning his father using the house phone he was quite sure that neither his father or his missing mother had any ounce of magical blood in them, but why this, why now?

Several more years passed without any other signs of incident. It was if that one little burst of magic was some kind of fluke. It rather caught him off guard the next supernatural thing to hit him this time didn't bode in his favour. He died. Yep, no other way to put it. He was asleep one day in his bed in his home, a flash of pain and then nothing. What happened after that was kind of a blur. He recalled becoming some kind of astral spirit, possibly a ghost, and was given the option to save people from the kind of attack he had experienced - ridding the world of restless hateful spirits that sought harm to others. He couldn't answer straight away, but after what he'd been through he couldn't help but give a reckless answer and just accepted the offer.

So that's how he became a shinigami. A soul reaper. A death god. It wasn't all that bad though. He obtained a nifty two handed broadsword in order to combat this evil and he was able to live forever, cross distances with the drop of a hat, become invisible. Life was good, basically. A while later he commuted to England, where he learned the language and changed his name. He decided what was the point in keeping his old name when he had the chance to live differently. So twenty years on, and he got angry again and the same wind trick happened again. He heard of Beauxbatons Academy and various other places like Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Salem though, so after a while he decided to go to one to find out further what this whole magical thing was about. He chose Beauxbatons and bought a wand (which is stashed within the hilt of his sword) and quickly set about getting there, which didn't take too long at all.

Personality:
There are a great deal of words that can be used to sum Gray up but most people just think of him as lazy and a troublemaker. He couldn't agree more though. Generally, he's a person who appreciates sleep. Way too much. More often than not you could find him lazing around in a patch of grass or even slumped over a rock if he felt tired enough. He's also incredibly reckless, often jumping into situations no matter how dangerous; and with that if how protective he is of people too. No matter who they are, if he seems someone in trouble from a minor to a big thing, he'd jump in to help, usually making a dramatic and outrageous scene about it as well. Basically, he's a big kid at heart, at least for a twenty six year old trapped in a teenager's body.

When awake he's usually seen with a stick of pocky in his mouth (god knows where he gets it from), and can get too hyper at times, leading to his dramatic and sometimes obnoxious displays and outbursts. Basically, he has a heart of gold and would sacrifice himself for almost anyone. He's no walk over though, and can quarrel and fight and be as stubborn as the best of them. When alive he also aspired to be an actor, but with those hopes dashed he still fancies himself being a singer, maybe it could be possible in the wizarding world? Who knows. Gray also has the memory of a fish, remembering too much is pretty hard for him, including remembering people's names and faces, not that he cares too much, he doesn't really sweat the small stuff like that. He loves pulling pranks, getting into adventures and sticky situations, fully confident that he'd be able to get himself and everyone else out of them. Sometimes he can come on a bit too strong when he wants to befriend someone (which is basically everyone who crosses his path) but he always manages to succeed in the end, no matter what he had to do or how annoying he became to get to the end goal. He's also very trusting, a bit too trusting, which would probably lead to his downfall in the end as he may or may not learn that not everyone is as they seem.

Sample RP:
A loud sudden snore was what finally aroused the young blonde haired boy with a sudden jolt. Half closed eyes surveyed his surroundings as after a moment he turned and was about to fall back to sleep again, but stopped. Despite everything else, the sun was high in the sky and seemed to just be glaring down at him, so much that just looking at it made him see sunspots. With a sigh and a slight grunt, he slowly stretched his limbs out, looking much like a too comfortable cat sitting on a rug in front of a fireplace. But no, there was no fireplace in sight, he wasn't even indoors. As he tried waking up a bit more he looked down to see that he was half lying on the grass, whereas the other half of him seemed to be immersed in water.

Blinking stupidly for a moment he managed to get his bearings together enough to pull himself out of the lake he'd mysteriously half fallen into while he was asleep. "Well that's weird, thought it was only a dream where I was drowning, apparently it almost came true!" he said loudly, laughter ringing in his voice as he uttered a hearty laugh. He crossed his legs, folded his arms and tilted his head to the side as if in contemplation. "Now how did I get here... Oh well!" As if all that was forgotten, he jumped to his feet, not minding in the slightest that he was dripping with water. Mind you, it was sunny so he'd dry off in no time.

He turned and started traipsing back towards the school, but stopped when he saw someone suddenly beside him, talking to him. "Who're you?" he blurted out as he began to stare at the person, not really with any curiosity in his features of tone, he was quite impatient and for some reason the clothes he was wearing suddenly felt very uncomfortable to be in. "..I'm in your class?" the person replied slowly, staring back at Gray as if he had grown two heads or was infected with a virus. "You are?" He paused for a moment as if to think, and then, "Nope, don't have it. Who are you again?" The guy looked as if he was ready to face palm himself when without warning Gray just turned and happily loped off in the opposite direction, already having forgotten about the person who was speaking to him. "Strange guy," he chirped as he proceeded on his way back up to the school once more.

SOURNOIS

[kelsey small]

First Name: Kelsy
Last Name: Small
Age: 14
Appearance: Kelsy is a brunette with blue eyes. She has flowing wavy long hair.
History: Kelsy is from America. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts on the 18th of May. She moved from Boston to Paris when she was 4 years old. Her father left her mother and took Kelsy with him. She found out she was a witch when she was seven. However, both of her parents were Muggles. She has five siblings, but three stayed with her mother and she doesn't really remember them. However, she has two sisters that came with her, Katie (14 years old) and Lilly (13 years old).

[kelsey small]

Aug 20, 2013 21:11:42 GMT -5 kelsey small said:

First Name: Kelsy
Last Name: Small
Age: 14
Appearance: Kelsy is a brunette with blue eyes. She has flowing wavy long hair.
History: Kelsy is from America. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts on the 18th of May. She moved from Boston to Paris when she was 4 years old. Her father left her mother and took Kelsy with him. She found out she was a witch when she was seven. However, both of her parents were Muggles. She has five siblings, but three stayed with her mother and she doesn't really remember them. However, she has two sisters that came with her, Katie (14 years old) and Lilly (13 years old).

Personality: Kelsy is a very studious girl. She loves to read and is kind of an introvert. She would rather have a few really good friends than have a lot of people hanging around her that she doesn't really know. She does have psychological issues because of her parent's divorce, but functions normally most of the time.
Sample RP: Kelsy was walking into school one day and her father walked into school. Her dad came up and said, "Kelsy, we are leaving right now! We have something important to do." Kelsy followed, very surprised. Her father had never acted this way before. She didn't know what to think. When they got outside, her dad stopped and turned around. He whispered, "I think we got your letter from Beauxbatons. We must go home and read it together. If that is what it is, this school won't matter any more, anyway." Kelsy immediately jumped into the air, twirled around, and then ran to the car. She said, "I don't know much about this world, but if every other witch can do it, I can." When they got home, Kelsy and her father were very surprised to find a lady in witch's robes standing in their living room. What they didn't know was that each Muggle-born student had to have a face-to face- meeting with a representative from the school, just to make sure the parents knew what they were getting into and the rules the students would be expected to follow. Even though all of this was true, they were both startled. They didn't know what to think. Kelsy's father even went as far as to tell the lady to leave the house before he realized why she was there. However, at the end of the meeting, both were very excited, especially Kelsy, because she hoped at school she might have a new family to make up for the one at home.

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[arielle c. BEAUMANOIR ✜]

FIRST NAME

Arielle Cosette

LAST NAME

Beaumanoir

AGE

Eighteen

HISTORY

For now, let's call her Arielle Cosette Beaumanoir. She was the youngest daughter of Emeline and Wren, their surnames shall remain, for the pupose of this history, hidden and was born somewhere in the southern Ardennes of France. The story of her parents' love was a tale often told on cold nights around the warm hearth and surrounded in a cloud of family - not all blood related. Both Emeline and Wren were part of the largest werewolf pack in the forested Ardennes, an ancient and royal line descended from the first founding were-family. Their tight-knit pack was a carnival of young and old members, children, wives, sons, and daughters, all whose lives and living for centuries had been centred around the secluded and built up reservation. Until a day three years ago when everything changed.

Wren, as one of the leaders and direct first born son of the founding family, had pledged before his people to protect the pack and their home - despite the resounding fact that his marriage to Emeline and his two children were a distinct contradiction to his very promise. Emeline was the youngest daughter of a founding family in the north of Argonnes, until the day that she was forfeited to a vampire by the name of Vousier whose millennia on the earth only lapped at the edges of his terrifying strength and power. She was to be penance for the crimes committed against Vousier, who would in turn allow Emeline's pack to live and remain in Argonnes without disconcert. As the lands had been his, and the erroneus wolf pack had trespassed on his property, he made it clear to Emeline's father that in order for peace to continue he must atone for his insult by sacrificing his youngest daughter to him. For years Emeline had been Vousier's 'pet', a plaything to keep him entertained and fill a void in his solitary existence - but she was a strong willed young woman, with a fierce personality to match her breathtaking beauty. Her dark hair and sparkling honey coloured eyes would be passed to her daughter years later, but the day she met Wren - a young, strong and exciting werewolf on travels back to the south her emotional defences were shattered.

After days of coy chatter, and flirtatious bickering Wren followed Emeline home. He was shocked at Emeline's secret, and the man she had been bound to - so as the month passed he convinced her to run away with him, and to hide in the hills within safety of his family's reservation. They stole away one night, silently, and disappeared into the fogged forests far from Vousier's castle. Upon realising that he had been betrayed and his deal broken, Vousier eradicated the nearby town, tearing its innocent inhabitants apart, and Emeline's old pack soon followed. For years he searched for Emeline, scorned and pious, the vampire yearned for the day he would find her again, and searched the world thrice over to no avail.

Emeline found her place inside Wren's pack in southern France, and they accepted her with little reservations despite having been privy to her escape from a vampire in the north. Shortly after, they were married in a small ceremony (well, the entire town was present) and their happy marriage bore fruit to two beautiful children - twins. Arielle and Maximilian, who was older than his sister by only minutes. Their family flourished for almost two decades until the children were 15, and on the day to celebrate their birth Arielle saw her family disappear through her fingers like smoke. Vousier scorched through their town like a flame and left only cinders of the life Arielle had grown into. The twins hid in an underground cabin in the woods, as instructed by their parents, and saw only the remnants of Vousier's destruction when they emerged. Mayhem. And when Vousier laid his eyes on Arielle Max knew why he had spared them until that moment - he wanted her now. Emeline had been tainted, but her beautiful daughter was the red rose among the dirt - and she would be his. Before he could think Max turned to his sister, with eyes too brave and strong for such youth and told her to run, run hard and fast, and as far as her legs would carry her. And she did, for three years she had been running, hiding, changing her name, surviving. Her magical education had taken her to the age of 15 but for the past three years she had been a shadow - until one night in Marseilles a kind woman walked into the magical bookshop she had been working in and introduced herself as Madam Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

PERSONALITY

Arielle, much like her mother is a strong willed, bright and spirited young woman. The past three years have changed her more than she could fathom, and though in some ways she remains kind and carefree, she is first and foremost a survivor. She is a formidable actress, and liar, who now does not flinch or think twice before the elaborate stories flow from her lips. She can be blunt, and harsh, deceitful, and self preserving, manipulative and secretive, but all the while she an incredibly creative, and talented individual. She is fast, and although she is not the stereotype of academia she is certainly a force to be reckoned with. She does read, but finds her solace mostly in art incredibly and is very adept at protective magic.

She is witty, charming and her undeniable beauty has attributed to her survival skills, although at times it can be a hindrance - there are very few people that do not notice her when she enters a room. She is extremely guarded, and hasn't let anyone close to her since that fateful day, but dreams of a family and friends, of a first love, and of a chance to see her brother - she she knows it is likely he did not survive, but somewhere inside her she still holds hope.

SAMPLE RP

She doesn't notice, but often they are speechless when they come in.

The snow of the night before is still on the ground and she shivered despite the walls around her, pink cheeks glowing from the synthetic warmth of the book shop. Electric lights illuminate the room but her hair seems to shimmer even without their help, gleaming dark tousles swept over her shoulder. Another customer enters and catches a glimpse of high cheekbones, deep honeysuckle eyes and blushing lips before she turns from serving a customer and realises he’s staring.

The man looks away immediately, but in his mind he thinks she’s wonderful. She sweeps across the room, weaving between busy tables and chairs filled with customers eating and reading loaned books, or books freshly bought from the counter upstairs. She tears her eyes away from the kitchen's small internal dividing window and returns her gaze to the customers behind her - a sight much less appealing but appropriate for her short role in this town. Arielle fusses with her hair, and with a flick of her wrist she twirls her chocolate tresses into a bun, securely pinned in a messy halo on her head. She takes those moments to notice everything, from the spilt coffee to the floating cakes, a patron being muffled violently by his new book, and the man who watched her as he entered. It was unlikely that it meant anything, but she was always on her toes - no room for a momentary lapse. The man now sat at a table safely behind his paper-and-ink-barrier, while she decidedly headed for the back door. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, freeing her vision from its blustering brown prison and picked up one of the rubbish bags - she had become so lazy that she allowed herself to perform certain tasks in the muggle way - some days despite being surrounded by it, magic felt so far from where she was. She gripped the bag, and swung her arms until the bag fell rightfully in the bins with a cacophony of glass against metal and she turned to head back inside.

Only when a musical "Good Morning" reached her ear did she emerge from the cobwebs in the recesses of her mind, releasing herself from the comfort of her thoughts and accepting unconditionally whatever she needed to be to the creature before her. She set her hand down on the counter next to her and let a sparkling smile sweep across her lips. "And to you," she replied. There was no catch in her voice, no tell in her features to expose the lies that built the fabric of her foundation over the past three years, and her slim and slight frame had become her most powerful canvas.

The woman before her was beautiful, with kind eyes and a warmth that radiated like an aura around her. Arielle could almost feel it absorbing her, like a warm winter fire, and at that she conjured her most charming smile and continued, "How can I help?"

"We have an appointment", the mysterious woman offered.

"We?"

"Yes", she maintained, "I am here to extend to you a student position at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."

Arielle watched the woman strangely, and studied her as comprehention dawned. It all fits, she thought, it all made sense now - the unassuming magical bookshop, the blatantly underage waitress, right down to the wand in her back pocket. This woman was confused, she had mistaken her for a prospective student.

"I hope I haven't put you off" she said, showing concern. "I assure you, you would be most welcome, we often take on students with gaps in their magical education".

The conversation continued for a while, for Arielle it was a blur almost, but it couldn't have come at a better time. People in this town were staring to remember her, and ask too many prying questions, often insulted by her rebuffs of their offered friendships. She could quite easily escape for a few months to a magically protected fortress..although..

The doubt rang in her head like a heavy bell under water, vibrating for miles with ripples of consequences and possible concern, but she had little left to travel, and the thought off leaving France still felt gut wrenching.

"I give you my word you will be safe..."

Her words cracked the momentary silence between them like the ice coating the windows, and Arielle stared into the woman's eyes. Why did it feel like she knew more about her than she was letting on...?

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You have traits that could put you in any of the houses, but you seem more fitting in SOURNOIS.

[Dominic Hyde]

First Name:
Dominic

Last Name:
Hyde

Age:
17

Appearance:

History:
Not many people know this, but Dominic was born with a twin sister. They were identical. They got along as well as any siblings would - right up until they were seven - when they were in the accident. A car accident. Danielle, his sister, died in his arms. The image of all that blood and a busted skull under all her red curly hair will never leave his mind. He see's her in his own reflection every day whenever he looks in a mirror. It's been difficult, but he did get help when he was older, when he started to understand better. Now he hardly shares this part of him with anyone. His heart is a hard thing to penetrate.

Dom found out he was a wizard by the usual means - strange happenings, things turning up out of no where, things bursting into flames when he was angry or upset. Then a wizard showed up and told him and his parents. You're a wizard, Dominic. He didn't doubt it. With the emotions of a child who's been through what he's been through, of course it would go haywire. He kinda figured after a while, even tried without success to control it, though he never mentioned it to anyone. No one would have believed him anyway. They would have thought he just finally went nuts.

Dominic was going to Hogwarts up until his first winter break, where he went home for the holidays. There was a full moon when he was walking home from a friend's place after dark. He remembers admiring the full moon and the bright stars around it when he was mauled by that thing. The werewolf nearly chewed his arm off. It must have found better prey because it took off before it ended his life. When he wasn't home when he was supposed to be, his parents set out to find him, and found him nearly dead on the side of the road.

After that, they packed up and moved to France, because it wasn't easy transitioning into a werewolf. He had nightmares, and his sisters lifeless eyes were in almost all of them. His parents figured a change of scenery would be better for him. They seem to be right so far.

Personality:
Dominic has been through a lot at a very young age, and that toughened him up. The mental pain of losing his sister, and the physical pain of being attacked by a werewolf, Dom became fearless. From his perspective, he's already been through the worst. It's been ten years since his sister died, but less than a year since he became a werewolf. The full moon is now the bane of his existence, but he won't let fear ruin his life. He's been told Beauxbatons would be able to accommodate him. He can do this. He know's that. But tell him he can't, or say anything even remotely discouraging, he'll grow cold. And he won't stick around and listen to such foolish thoughts

Having to grow up way too soon, Dom isn't one to goof off or act childish. He can be pretty stoic at times, and he definitely likes his privacy. Some would even call him secretive. Often times he just doesn't want to burden others with his problems, because he can deal with them just fine on his own (or so he believes, anyway). He'd rather read, or sit in the quiet after dark with his own thoughts. He even likes to look at the moon - as long as it's not full, obviously. He's a very helpful guy too, he won't walk by anyone who's in need of something or other. He's not likely to stick around and chat, though. There's always things that need to be done. Homework. Books to finish. Or maybe he's volunteered for something, because he's been taught to keep busy. This is how he keeps himself together. No need to dawdle on the hurt and the pain.

Dominic can be pretty resentful at times, when a promise is broken, and more often when he isn't thanked for what he's done. All he want's is a simple thank you, but when a person can't even to do that, he won't bother helping them anymore. Why bother.Dom's got high expectations, especially for himself. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, and he will speak with a 100% honesty. He won't share EVERYTHING on his mind, but he will share what he feels he should, and he won't beat around the bush.

Having been through therapy and his feelings explained to him at a young age, Dom developed a kind of intuitiveness. He likes to help people. He likes to be useful. He will say something if someone is in pain. Even for a total stranger, if they let him. If someone is upset over something he thinks is dumb and inconsequential, he'll be outright rude, perhaps even condescending, yell if he has to, to get his friend to let it all out and get to the bottom of what's really hurting them. He knows his limits, though, he's not delusional and knows he doesn't know everything. He's still got his whole life ahead of him.


Sample RP:
Skipping two steps at a time, Dominic's tall figure marched up the stairs to his room. It wasn't that late, so he did pass a couple students on the way up. He nodded in acknowledgement, but he kept on going. He was told beforehand that his trunk would be in his dorm already, along with his new pet owl. His parents made a point to buy him an owl because A, they thought it was neat that wizards delivered their mail that way, and B, they made Dom promise to write at least once a month to let them know he's okay. He promised them this just to get them to shut up. He loves his parents, but he felt babied. He doesn't like it. He doesn't appreciate it. Dom, tough as nails, doesn't need his parents checking in on him every month. But he wrote them anyway. Dom doesn't break his promises, unless he had no choice. Then he'd make up for it so he doesn't have to feel bad about it.

Pushing open the door, Dom noticed a boy sleeping in one of the beds already. He looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow. Sleeping already? Huh. The sun hasn't even set yet. He shook his head, unable to help himself, and grabbed a book out of the selection he brought with him. He hadn't found his way to the library yet, but he planned to. He didn't have classes in the morning, so maybe he'd hunt it down then. Would it be open when he wakes up? Does it even close. It didn't occur to him to ask until now, but his dorm mate was sleeping. Burning daylight. Heh. Oh well, maybe he'll get up when Dom does, at the break of dawn. Dominic doesn't really sleep much.

With his new class book under his arm, Dom stepped out silently, shutting the door behind him with a faint click. He stared down the opposite end of the hall for a moment before he trekked back down the stairs into the common room. He found a comfortable armchair away from the crowd, settled in, and propped the spellbook over his lap. He's skimmed it before, because he likes to be ahead of things, especially his classes. He was just skimming now as well, his green eyes full of concentration, the chatter of the common room dull in the background. When he came across a word he didn't know how to pronounce, however, he came to, looking straight ahead thoughtfully at first, then around for someone who looked smart enough to answer his question. An older student. "Excuse me," He said, his long arm reaching across to tap their shoulder. "Do you know how to say this?" He raised the book, and pointed at the word, and looked back at them expectantly.



ROUERIE

[coralie jager]

First Name:
Coralie
Last Name:
Jager
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:



History:
Personality:
Sample RP: