Sorting (Term Twenty Three)

[Tyler Emmerick]

First Name: Tyler
Last Name: Emmerick
Age: 15

Appearance: Shaggy brown hair, a skinny and lanky frame. His smile is bright and happy and he is pale. With only a few hours in the sunlight, he will become red like a tomato. His skin is smooth and he has two dimples when he smiles. His eyes are brown like dark chocolate. Playby is Freddie Highmore.

History: Tyler was born and raised in the English countryside to two regular parents who focused on agriculture as their trade. He wasn't very wealthy at the time, and he still isn't now. He had a regular childhood, complete with regular childhood things like chores and friends. He liked to play in the pond a few minutes walk from his home. He has two younger sisters who are too young to attend school as they are barely able to walk and talk now. His mom and dad are regular folk, they love each other and they were married very young. His mother isn't even 20 years his senior.

Tyler has always wanted more than just a regular farm life and when he received his letter to Beauxbatons one afternoon, he felt like it could all change. Overall, his relationship with his parents is a good one. There is a strong bond and everything between the family, even though he often fights with them. He didn't have many friends back home because a lot of the village children thought he was weird, burning so easily and hiding away from the sun. They would spread rumors that he was a vampire, even though they knew nothing of the real existence of vampires.

Personality: Tyler is very quiet, he doesn't like talking to people very much. He is very reserved and often doesn't think the best of people when he first meets them. Sometimes, he says the wrong thing and relationships start off on the wrong foot. He likes the idea of having friends but doesn't know how to go about getting them. He likes reading and he likes watching magic being performed. Magic is still new to him so he isn't very good at it yet, he thinks, and he's worried that there are other students who are younger than him who are much better and who will laugh at him. He doesn't like the idea of being one of the oldest people in his year. He's not very talented in many other areas, but he is strong in survival skills as he spent a weekend lost from his parents in a forest near his home. He is brave and tough, but often broods alone.

Sample RP: Tyler ran the brush along the smooth calf's hair, softly cooing to it to stay calm. He had just come in from a long ride in the countryside to clear his head of the idea of his leaving home for a boarding school in France. He was just a normal boy in a normal English countryside. Why was it that he was suddenly going away to a strange school? He was worried he was going to miss his family a lot. Especially his mother and father. He rested his head against the body of the animal, listening to its heartbeat as his hands continued to stroke the creature.

"Hush, hush. I'll come back for you. Promise." he said, vowing to return for the creature. Or perhaps have the horse join him at the school if they would allow it. He put the brush down and led the horse to the pasture to graze. He walked back to the house after, pleased to smell the fresh scent of a shepard's pie wafting through the air towards him. He walked a little faster to make his way there and when he finally arrived, he opened the door to the house, happy that his parents were pleased he was different instead of pushing him away.

"Everything smells really good!" he said as he joined his sisters at the dinner table. His mom and dad explained that it was all a celebration for his getting accepted to Beauxbatons school of magic. He was very excited to begin his magic training, especially since the school was going to help pay for his books, robes and especially his wand. But other than that, he couldn't wait to get started!

[auroral]

First Name: Guinevere
Last Name: Vymont
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:


History: On a beautiful spring's day, Guinevere Esme Leclair came into the world. She was immediately adored by her parents who had wanted a child for so long. Cedric and Estella, her parents, had named her in honor of the queen from Arthurian legends. Too much of a mouthful for the child to say, she took to using Gwen. Her parents weren't rich but they were able to provide for their daughter. As a child, she always had poor health due to being born premature. Her childhood wasn't spent at home like most children's. It was often spent in a hospital, recovering from her latest ailment. At these times, her magic was prone to go out of control.

During one hospital visit, she couldn't reach a book on the table. Her father had started up to get the book for her but her magic beat him to it. That was when everything changed for the worse. Cedric Leclair never thought that his child would be a witch. With no other choice, Estella told her husband the truth. He left in disgust. Now, Estella was left to raise her daughter by herself. After that, Gwen officially took her mother's surname and became known as Guinevere Vymont.

It was hard with Gwen's many trips to the hospital. Somehow, Estella managed it. She reverted to her old magical ways and took Gwen along. She managed to obtain a job as a healer in London. Despite working as a healer, Estella couldn't help her daughter's health. There was nothing that could help it. To keep her occupied since she wasn't able to go to school, she helped around the hospital a bit.

That never stopped Gwen from being as energetic as she could. As she grew older, her mother taught her how to use her magic any moment she got. She enjoyed her magic lessons but in a way, she resented it. Her ability was the reason why their family fell apart. Since her mother was working hard enough, she didn't tell her mother how she felt about it. She hid her feeling instead. The moments her mother spent with her were short, she always cherished those times. One day, she received a letter from Beauxbatons. Estella encouraged her daughter to take the chance at a formal education. With that, she set off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality: A master of emotions, Gwen gives off the illusion of being a carefree girl. There are many words to describe this side of her. Reckless and fiery are some that come to mind. She can be described as courageous. When faced with a challenge, she doesn't back down. She's determined to prove her point and is ready to fight for it. She's a headstrong girl. Her stubbornness can get her into some sticky situations. She does things with a certain cheerfulness that masks her more serious side. She goes by her own set of rules and has little regard for the real ones. She also has a sharp tongue and doesn't bite back her words. She has a habit of bluntly telling people the truth. This often unnerves people since her words are more on the harsh side. Beneath this exterior, she's not all sunshine. She hates herself. She believes that she was the reason why her father left. Because of that, she's always hard on herself. Gwen works herself too hard to the point of exhaustion. She won't stop until she knows that everything is perfect.

Sample RP: Gwen sat at the front desk of the hospital. The lady who usually manned it was on a break so she asked Gwen to take her place for a while. She couldn't help but swivel around in the chair a little. It was childish but it was fun to do. However, she was interrupted by a man with a rather nasty bite on his arm. "First Floor, sir," she said, her eyes widening. The man must have been bitten really bad. A steady stream of people came into the hospital. Most were just small cases like a wound from a cauldron explosions. Gwen directed them to their correct floor. She knew once they were on the correct floor, someone would check them in and get to healing.

Finally, the receptionist came back from her break. Gwen jumped from her spot and began her usual routine. Since her mother worked as a Healer, she was allowed to stay in the hospital. She just couldn't go into the rooms. That was probably a rule that she would've known without saying. She went up to the top floor to visit the tearoom. She ordered a small cup of jasmine tea. As she drank it, she mulled over some things that were in her mind. Gwen couldn't help but think about the day her father left. He looked at her with so much hatred. She met so many people who were half-bloods themselves and neither of their parents abandoned them. She always wondered why her father couldn't accept the fact that she and her mother was a witch.

She pushed away the memory and finished up her drink. It was no use to dwell on such things. She stood up from her seat and paid for the drink. Gwen went back down to the ground floor. As she walked past the receptionist, she was called back. Someone had sent her a letter. She looked down and saw the crest of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. A frown rested on her lips. Just when she thought about all the bad memories, she receives a letter from a magic school. When the receptionist gave her a look, she masked her frown with a bright smile. Her thoughts however came back. The thought of going to Beauxbatons was getting better. Maybe, going to the school might give her an idea of how magic can be good. Her smile was now a genuine one. It looked like it was time for a fresh start.

Rouerie!

[alexis janes]

First Name: Alexis

Last Name: Janes

Age: Thirteen

Appearance: She has red hair and freckles. She has green eyes and is very large for her age.

History: Alexis Janes was born south of Paris, France to two wealthy purebloods named Jonathan and Patricia Janes. She was born on a cold winter day.

Alexis is an only child with only one cousin named Rivera Johnson. Rivera is 12 and attends Hogwarts. She is often intimidated by Lexie.

Lex has aien owl named Ginevra J and a horse named Lightning. They both live in the Potters' mansion.

Personality: Lexie can be rude and arrogant, as well as a prankster and trouble maker. She has an attitude which can annoy many. She is annoyed by people and hates this stinkin' world of muggles. She would prefer to live in a world of purebloods.

Sample RP: Alexis rolled her eyes annoyedly. Her cousin was singing to Ginevra again. Rivera had no idea what she was in for this time. She was always waking up in the morning at six and singing to the animals. She was such a softy. Lexie would deal with her later.

Lexie suddenly fell halfway down the stairs after being knocked over by a speeding Ginevra with a letter clearly adressed to Alexis. She opened the smooth envelope and ban to read the letter.

"Dear Ms. Janes,
I am delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Enclosed is a list of required items. These will include books, robes, a wand, and much more. You will be escorted to the school in Paris at 10:00.
Magically,
Prof. Olympe Maxime" she had read aloud.

Lexie's parents attended Beauxbatons and were in Sournois house. Perhaps she would be sorted there as well. Alexis got on her horse and rode the then minute ride to paris.

[170207]

Hello my name is Seth Swisher I am a enthusiastic hyper kid whom is about to turn 18. I have a very dark and morbid mind when it comes to my creative writing, but I am a very easy person to get along with. I love to sing and listen to music. Iam also a very guick learner and very intellegent. Even though I am an easy to get to know Guy I still would rather be alone when working. I feel it allows me to work at full pace and use my full potential.
My features would include sandy blonde hair, a tall slim figure, and slightly pale skin.
I am usually in a happy go lucky kind of mood but on the off chance I'm upset I will most likely shun everyone.
I was born in the United States of America. I did not actually have a childhood it was more like a groundmenthood. Every day I was grounded for something, mostly fighting at school (don't worry I grew out of that phase), so I learned to be able to focus on things longer because all I ever did was stare at the same limb outside my window for the whole 14 years of groundmenthood.

Please follow the appropriate form.

[alexis janes]

First Name: Alexis

Last Name: Janes

Age: Fourteen

Appearance: She has red hair and freckles. She has green eyes and is very large for her age.

History: Alexis Janes was born south of Paris, France to two wealthy purebloods named Jonathan and Patricia Janes. She was born on a cold winter day.

Alexis is an only child with only one cousin named Rivera Johnson. Rivera is 12 and attends Hogwarts. She is often intimidated by Lexie.

Lex has aien owl named Ginevra J and a horse named Lightning. They both live in the Potters' mansion.

Personality: Lexie can be rude and arrogant, as well as a prankster and trouble maker. She has an attitude which can annoy many. She is annoyed by people and hates this stinkin' world of muggles. She would prefer to live in a world of purebloods.

Sample RP: Alexis rolled her eyes annoyedly. Her cousin was singing to Ginevra again. Rivera had no idea what she was in for this time. She was always waking up in the morning at six and singing to the animals. She was such a softy. Lexie would deal with her later.

Lexie suddenly fell halfway down the stairs after being knocked over by a speeding Ginevra with a letter clearly adressed to Alexis. She opened the smooth envelope and ban to read the letter.

"Dear Ms. Janes,
I am delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Enclosed is a list of required items. These will include books, robes, a wand, and much more. You will be escorted to the school in Paris at 10:00.
Magically,
Prof. Olympe Maxime" she had read aloud.

Lexie's parents attended Beauxbatons and were in Sournois house. Perhaps she would be sorted there as well. Alexis got on her horse and rode the then minute ride to paris.

Sournois

[flynn laurent]

First Name: Eliana
Last Name: Bastille
Age: sixteen
Appearance: Eliana was born and everybody knew that she was a Metamorphmagus. Her hair was changing all sorts of different colors from the rainbow. Her mother's family were full of Metamorphmagi, so it was no suprise Eliana was one as well. Eliana's mother was not one though, so most people can imagine what Eliana would really look like if she didn't have the ability to change her appearance. She would have those stunning blue eyes that could pierce a soul, pale skin that anybody would die to have, and she would have dark brown hair. Eliana has mixed it up as she got older, but she had to control it first. Eliana is just above average with her height: five feet and nine inches.

History: Eliana's mother, Dariela, was a beautiful woman. She had attended Hogwarts as Gryffindor and had caught the eye of an older Slytherin. Dariela was sixteen at the time and he was just about to graduate. The two fell in lust with each other and when Dariela had her child nine months later they thought they could keep it going since they already started something. Dariela dropped out of school to take care of Eliana. Zane was having a hard time trying to find a job though because he was a werewolf at the time. He had gotten bitten when he was just thirteen years old and was almost taken out of school by his parents, but over the summer they had prepared him for his future. Zane hadn't hid his aggression nor his resentment over being a werewolf. He grew bitter, but his rugged looks had kept people coming back to him because he was good at leading people through intimidation. People feared Zane, but there were few like Dariela that dared to test this. Their marriage had worked for eight years before Dariela had finally left Zane. Zane grew abusive with both his wife and daughter. He called her a freak for being a Metamorphmagus and was jealous she didn't turn into a werewolf at the full moon. There were signs though, like the fact that she grew violent and screamed a lot during the full moon. Being poor didn't suit Zane and began to steal. That had been the last straw for Dariela.

All seemed to be fine when Dariela moved in with her parents until Eliana was accepted into Hogwarts. With being a pureblood, there was no doubt she would go to Hogwarts. Unfortunately, her first signs of magic was blowing up a bunch of pumpkins on Halloween. She was sorted into Gryffindor just like her mother, but Eliana was already a troubled child. She was constantly talking back and had a hard time accepting authority. She was the student professors told each other to watch out for and prepare for a battle if need be. She questioned everything. Years went on and Eliana got kicked off her Quidditch team for getting caught with alcohol while underaged. Just one year later she was caught with drugs and officially suspended until they could figure out what to do with her. Some argued that it would be best to just expel her and save the rest of the wizarding community from her wrath. Others were more lenient and wanted to help her overcome her dark history.

It was to be decided that Eliana would move in with her mother's younger sister in France. She would be away from her father's lingering presence and away from all the negativity. Eliana hadn't gone halfway through with her sixth year, but between then and the end of summer when she would have to attend Beauxbatons, Eliana was taught to control her frustration through art or writing. She was to write down her thoughts if something bothered her and painting was to calm her down. Her painting didn't have to be anything good. Most of her work has been abstract; the colors usually expressed her feelings and thoughts. Beauxbatons would serve as a place for rehabilitation and to help Eliana realize that nobody is out to get her like she thinks they are.

Personality: Eliana is a feminist. She wants women to realize that men still take advantage of their equality and for men to suck up their ego to bring themselves to the same level as everybody else. She may be outspoken against men, but Eliana doesn't actually hate them. She had quite a few flings back at Hogwarts and isn't afraid to let herself feel loved. You just have to be careful what you say around her. She's suspicious of everyone considering she thinks everybody is out to get her. She had no luck whatsoever, but that's also caused by her lack of hope. She recovering from her drug addiction, so that means withdrawals and withdrawals mean that she'll be a bit on edge. Eliana really wants this to work out. All her life she's gone without any hope and there finally seems to be a tunnel at the end. She is trying her hardest to be as nice as possible and find the will to be patient with others. She has her writing and painting to take her frustration out on, but she's kept her Quidditch playing a secret from her aunt and mother. She can't get away from the sport and loves the feel of a bat between her hands. She's decided that if she can't drink alcohol or get any drugs, she could at least let herself play Quidditch to keep a bit of her old self.

While she's attempting to be nice to people that come up to her, the aggressive streak she's got is strong. Being the daughter of a werewolf has been the hardest hurdle in her life. Although she doesn't turn into a werewolf, she can't control herself during the full moon. She acts just like she would if she were still at Hogwarts: talks back, cold, and snappy. It's hard being alone for Eliana during that time of the month. She's always hated being alone and coming to a new school has heightened her stress levels. This is where trying to be nice comes in. She may not like being patient, but she wouldn't be able to stand being alone. She needs someone to be loyal to. She may have a problem with controlling herself, but she's a Gryffindor and loyalty was one thing Eliana didn't give up on. Eliana can't rely on her family for support, so she goes to her friends. Her friends at Hogwarts were there for her, even if they were being horrible influences.

Sample RP: Eliana sat on the grass and just watched people. This time around, she had a pad and pencil in her lap. She hadn't drawn anything yet, but she was tired of just painting her angered feelings all the time. It was getting boring and Eliana was curious to see if she had any talent with a pencil and actual objects. Her hands were already stained from her previous painting and they were just starting to fade with each wash. Eliana adjusted her sunglasses so they weren't falling off her nose. She hid her piercing blue eyes from everybody else. She always got comments about her eyes and they were her best feature, Eliana thought. It was the reason she never changed them. She could change her hair color whenever she wanted and had even given herself a different nose because her previous nose looked too much like her father's. Any hint of her father in her was changed. They were all just minor changes really, but Eliana would never change her eyes unless she needed to go unnoticed. Eliana loved looking like her mother. Her mother was the most beautiful woman she knew and her opinion was never going to change. Eliana twiddled the pencil between her fingers as she watched students in front of her. She saw them socializing and suddenly felt so alone. If only she had been more careful with her friends with what they were doing. They knew how dangerous it was to bring illegal drugs into school. None of them were suspended and moved to a different school. They all hated her at that dreadful school. They never liked how she questioned everything they said. She just wanted to know more. It was their job to teach their students and Eliana didn't think they were up to par. They were always trying to find ways to send her to detention and her family's reputation never helped that either.

People would be too challenging to start off with, so she decided to draw the forrest that was off in the distance. Nature couldn't be that hard to draw, right? As she drew, she thought of how this was all going to work out. None of her friends had owled her to see how she was and knew that their friendship was no a sham. She would give them a few more days before she totally set them aside. Perhaps she would send them a howler. That would surely stir up some excitement. Even though Eliana was not at Hogwarts anymore, Eliana was going to make sure nobody forgot her. At that thought, Eliana broke her pencil in half. She stared at the pencil and could feel her fingers twitch as if they were about to form a fist and punch the nearest thing. Eliana just held her breath and tried to tell herself she had plenty of pencils back in her dorm. Slowly standing up, Eliana didn't let a single emotion show through her face as she walked back to the castle. She may not have shown emotion, but her walk said it all. She had rushed back as if she was storming off. By the time she got inside the castle, Eliana had calmed down. That would be the only time she would ever walk away from something. It was harder walking away from idiots who thought they knew her. Walking away from herself was by far the easiest to do so far.

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A tough choice and weaving personality. I believe she will best find herself in Rouerie!

[Scarlett Adams]

First Name: Scarlett (known as her middle name, Rose.)
Last Name: Adams
Age: 16

Appearance: *above* Her look varies.
History:

At mid morning, Scarlett was born to the parents of Katie and Ben Adams on May 31st 1997.

The family were not that rich, for Scarlett was raised in a small 3 bedroom house with small rooms. Scarlett was not happy in her living space, because she had to share a bedroom with her annoying little brother, Charlie. He would make her feel that he was the better one of the two, but Scarlett was easily made feel bad. She would hit her brother and throw insults on him, until her mother would punish her for treating her brother so poorly. Scarlett knew that her mother favoured Charlie more, as she was always giving him cuddles and telling Charlie that he was the best little boy ever. Scarlett was much closer to her Dad, who was much more caring and understanding to her and would listen to her queries.

Scarlett attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was sorted into Slytherin. But, she was kicked out in her Third Year, because Scarlett was blamed for something she didn't do. Apparently, a death of a young boy happened in the girls toilets, and Scarlett happened to be walking into the chamber. She was shocked at the death, but unfortunately, instead of calling for help, kneeled next to the boy. Many people, somehow, found out, and ran to the bathing chamber. They all saw Scarlett there, and assumed that she was the killer. Scarlett was kicked out the next day, upset and mad on how this could happen!

Scarlett was a Metamorphmagus, meaning she could change her appearance at will. Her hair would change colour when in deep emotion, like blood red when she was angry (which was a lot of the time) or a shade of blue when she is sad. Scarlett is also a fully trained Animagus, as she has been trained by her Dad since she was 12. Her Animagi is a Black Wolf, because of her personality. Also, she was destined to be in terrible danger, and the fear for being found out was bad enough.

Scarlett was 14 at this stage, and had had enough. She was fed up of being treated as 2nd best, being neglected and wanted to be away from her terrible mother and brother. Her father was her only comfort, but unfortunately he had found a job as an Auror, meaning he would be away for long periods of time. Scarlett then made a plan route on escaping her home. Scarlett was to leave at dusk, when her whole family would be asleep, and she would escape out of the window and away to somewhere. There was no stopping Scarlett, when she had a plan, she had a plan, and no one was going to stop her. Scarlett left the next morning, with no one noticing that she had left. Scarlett then lived homeless for about 2 years, with no one capturing her, as she had Metamorphmagus abilities.

When Scarlett had just turned 16, she was in deadly danger of going back to the place she loathed. Scarlett saw 'WANTED' signs everywhere she went, and they were warning the public about her Metamorphmagus abilities. Scarlett then had gone into hiding, knowing if she was captured she would go back to 'that' place. She had escaped to the coast, unknowing where she was and who was there. Scarlett met an old lady at the coast, and the lady insisted she go to her home. Scarlett went, but this lady was not any lady. She was actually someone that was looking for Scarlett, desperate for the galleons she would be awarded with. As Scarlett entered the house, the lady locked the door tight and trapped her. Scarlett was frightened, what was this lady going to do?! Suddenly, Scarlett had an idea, and she would thank her father dearly for teaching her this. Scarlett apparated from the spot, and thought of the first place she remembered. The forest, somewhere she used to go when she was feeling down. Scarlett, of whom she now called herself Rose, went deeper and deeper into the forest, and then set up a kind of home.

Suddenly, one day, Scarlett was in the forest, and then she saw an owl in the air. It was flying straight at her, with a letter in its mouth. The letter dropped in Scarlett's hands, and it was an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons. This would be a fantastic opportunity, Scarlett needed an education. And no one hopefully would know her there.

But then, about half an hour after that letter, Scarlett went out as an old lady, she was going to try and steal some food. As she got to the town, she quickly checked the headlines of The Prophet.
It bored the title "One family member dead in an attempt of suicide." This seemed interesting, so she quickly took the copy and ran back to the forest to read more.

A father of two, Ben, killed himself today as his daughter, Scarlett Adams, has been missing for over 2 years. He had never given up looking for her, and even split up with wife Katie Adams, for he knew the truth why she ran away. He never thought her dead, he said he would search until the end. He was so upset and confused that he committed suicide on himself.

If anyone has any idea about the roundabouts of Scarlett Adams, who would now be 16, should report it to the Ministry.

Personality:

Scarlett can be quite selfish and rude, and she shows no respect to younger people, like her brother. To a professor, she shows them respect (depending on there personality) and she would act politely towards them. Scarlett loves pranking with other pupils, mean or not. Also, Scarlett can be very sarcastic, but she learned that from the students at Hogwarts. Scarlett lived up to her Slytherin house, and believed that Wizards were much more upper class then to Muggles.

Sample RP:

It was raining, as Scarlett pushed her long blonde hair behind her ears. She knew that, in this area, living up to her usual look was very risky. Imagine someone finding her, and taking her back to that place... that would be terrible. She wanted to be away from there, away from the place where she was neglected, where she was treated like a 2nd class person. Her horrid brother, so lovely and perfect! What was wrong with being different! Scarlett's hair turned red at that thought, she was angered every time she thought of them. She wished them dead, her mother and brother, however bad that seems.

As Scarlett was wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't notice an owl pecking on her arm. The owl was a Snowy Owl, and he had a letter in his mouth. Suspicious on this letter, she ripped it open and read what it said:

Dear Miss Rose Adams,

You have been accepted in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Please go to France, Paris on September 1st. The carriage shall be awaiting you.

From,
Madam Olympe Maxime
Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

Scarlett gasped, she had been accepted! Scarlett knew she needed an education, and this was the place for it! No one would know her hopefully? Scarlett tucked the letter in her pocket, she would need to remember to bring it with her on the day she arrived.

After about half an hour, Scarlett turned into an old lady and headed out to the shops. She was desperate for some food, but knowing she did not have any galleons, she would have to steal. Not that she minded, she has been stealing her whole life! Scarlett quickly checked the headlines, which were "One family member dead in an attempt of suicide." This seemed interesting, so Scarlett took it back into the forest, abandoning her attempt to find food.

When Scarlett read the full story, she froze in shock. Her Dad, dead... Scarlett's eyes welled up with tears, and practically broke down, not caring on who could hear her.

Definitely Sournois.

[euphemie]

First Name: Euphémie
Last Name: Perreault
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History: To learn about Euphémie's history, a person must go to the beginning of it all. There was once a man named Basile Perreault who had a son named Aurélien. He was troubled by the fact that there weren't any suitable wives for his son. There were many pureblood girls that he considered but none of them were good enough for Aurélien. Finally, he met the girl. It was an unorthodox choice but the fact that the girl was from a wealthy family sealed the deal. The odd thing about the girl was the fact that she was a Veela. Her name was Tuyet Le. She was still only eighteen-years-old when she was married off to the twenty-year-old Aurélien Perreault. There was no such thing as love in this marriage. It was only one of convenience. A year passed by but there were no children. Tuyet began to fear that she would be tossed aside. The next year, Tuyet brought a girl into the world named Jade.

Aurélien was none too pleased with this. He was raised the old fashioned way and didn't believe in girls taking over a business. The next year wasn't any better. This was the year that Euphémie was born. There was something different about her. It was the fact that her hair changed colors so many times that one could become dizzy. It was discovered that she was a Metamorphmagus. Euphémie had plenty of fun changing her hair or eye color whenever it suited her. Even that unique ability could not draw her father away from his office. It was no doubt that the girls were a beauty, considering they were half-Veelas. She lived a privileged life but she was always missing something that the other children had. It was the love of a father. Aurélien was never an attentive father. He wouldn't even be able to tell if his own child was sick. The only person the sisters could count on was their mother. Growing up, Euphémie was always independent. She wanted to prove to her father that she could be every bit of good as a boy. She wanted to be recognized by her father. She didn't want to be the proof of a failed marriage. 

Since their father made no effort in their education, Tuyet decided to take matters into her own hands. She decided to send her children off to a Muggle boarding school so they could learn about the basics of education. Their mother had grown up with Muggles so didn't feel like she was superior to them. Their father on the other hand didn't like the idea. He was raised in the traditional way and believed in the wizards being superior to Muggles. Tuyet ignored him. As soon as the girls were able to control their magic, they were promptly sent off to school. As soon as she stepped foot on the floor, Euphémie immediately tried her best at everything she participated in. She wanted to prove to his father that he didn't need a son to take over the family business. She sent letters home, telling of her latest achievements. She never received a letter from her father, only from her mother.

At school, she was often bullied by the girls. She was considered beautiful by many of the boys which sparked jealousy from the girls. Despite the hardship, she managed to cope with it. Though she learned to deal with it, there was still that small fear of their next attack. At the age of thirteen, Euphémie was scouted out by a modeling agent. It seemed like an interesting job so she decided to do it. Through her job, she was able to earn some fame on her own. Although she enjoyed working as a model, she found that it wasn't the easiest job. Occasionally, the hours were long and tiring. The worst of it all were some of the older models. They were often stuck up and treated her as if she were a two-year-old. Aside from that, it was fun. She had fun surprising the other models with her hair. They always wondered why she could dye her hair so easily. Little did they know that this was because of the fact that she was a Metamorphmagus. Her father who seemed to disapprove of this most of all, tried to pull her out of the job. Euphémie rejected the proposition. She was growing tired of trying to please her father. She gave up on that wish. Her sign of disobedience angered her father. He forced her to quit her job and sent her away to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality: Euphémie has spent most of her life trying to please her father but she's long since grown out of the practice. Now, she tries to live life to the fullest. She's willing to try anything out no matter how crazy the idea is. Euphémie is no doubt a creative person. She's developed a fondness for art ever since she started modeling. She uses her artistic talent to design. She is an extremely cheerful person. Euphémie isn't the least bit shy. She's a total optimistic and always looks forward to the future. One of the most endearing traits about her is her kind heart. She's always willing to lend a helping hand. However, she isn't without flaws. She has a rather hot temper which can be considered dangerous since she's half-Veela. She also has a critical eye and can quickly spot a mistake. She's not afraid to tell the person their mistake even if it was harsh. Euphémie can be absolutely mischievous. One of her favorite activities is pranking. Even if she can be really kind, she's not above using her beauty to get out of things.

Sample RP: She shifted the bag that was on her shoulder. Its weight was starting to get to her. She wondered why she insisted on carrying her large sketchbook and her clothes in the bag. Finally, she reached her dressing room. She unloaded the heavy bag onto the table and began getting ready. She changed into a white dress that was needed for the photoshoot that day. She proceeded to the makeup room and let the professionals work their magic. Well, not actual magic. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see one of her co-worker looking at her rather enviously. She couldn't help but feel a little scared.

It reminded her of all the times that she was bullied. She would always remember that jealous glint in their eyes as they insulted her and tried to hit her. Euphémie sat up straight and flashed the girl a bright smile. The phrase, "killing with kindness" could probably apply to the current situation. She watched as the girl huffed and sat back in her seat. She let out a sigh of relief. She avoided getting into trouble. When the stylist was done with her, she was sent back to her room to wait a little before the shoot began.

Euphémie walked back to her dressing room carefully so she didn't mess up her makeup. She was startled when she saw an owl pecking at the window. After she got over her shock, she closed the door quietly and locked it. She crossed over to the window and opened it, allowing to owl to drop off a letter and swoop out of the window. Euphémie snatched up the letter and opened it. Her eyes widened. It was from her father. Confusion was the only emotion that she was feeling. When she read the letter, the confused expression turned to one of anger. Did her father think that he could waltz in and make her quit her job then send her off to Beauxbatons? She left out a huff of exasperation. She knew that this was going to be a long day. Euphémie carefully thought of her next actions. It was going to take a lot to talk her father out of the idea.

A fit for many houses, but Cossu will take you with open arms.

[Elizabeth Williams]

First Name: Elizabeth (Eliza for short)
Last Name: Williams
Age: 13
Appearance: Wavy shoulder length pale blonde hair, hazel eyes, smooth pale skin, pink lips. She is skinny and medium height for her age.

History: Eliza is from London, her whole family have gone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they've all been in Slytherin. When Eliza was born she was different, she didn't want to be a dark witch like her mother, she didn't want to be in Slytherin and be evil, all Eliza wanted to do was read books and learn new things. When her older twin brothers and sisters (Saria and Jacob) got into Slytherin her hopes fell as she knew it was in her blood, after all she was 3/4 Veela (her father is half Veela and her mother is full Veela.) Then her mother and father were killed by aurors and she fled the country with her nice aunt and uncle. They moved to Paris and shortly after learning French, Eliza received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Eliza knew that she would be able to do great things with her new future as there was not pressure from her parents to become a deatheater now and she didn't have to been in a pureblood house and have pureblood friends.

Rp: "Lizzy! Lizzy!!" called Eliza's uncle Claude urgently from the hall, "Yes Uncle?" Eliza gently called back lifting her head from the thick book she was reading, "Pack you bags we must go, the aurors have killed your parents and they will take you away to an orphanage! We must leave for France. Pack your books, packs your clothes we leave in a minutes time!' he replied in a hurried voice.

Eliza closed the dusty volume she was reading a placed it in a large trunk with her many other books, small coin purse and few items of clothing then closed it and carried it downstairs where she met her uncle and aunt also with trunks ready to leave. "Take my arm" said her Aunt softly holding it out to her niece. Eliza gripped her aunt's arm then felt herself zooming, as if being sucked in a thin pipe and with a small pop she felt her feet touch the ground.

"Welcome to Paris!" Beamed her uncle merrily as he picked up her bags and his own then he walked over to a small inn called 'le Chaudron Baveur' and renting a room with a view of Paris. "What will we do now Uncle" Eliza asks her uncle in a sweet voice. "I hear there is a school of magic here." he replied as a snowy owl dropped a crisp white letter on Eliza's lap.

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[Elizabeth Williams]

First Name: Elizabeth (Eliza for short)
Last Name: Williams
Age: 13
Appearance: Wavy shoulder length pale blonde hair, hazel eyes, smooth pale skin, pink lips. She is skinny and medium height for her age.

History: Eliza is from London, her whole family have gone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they've all been in Slytherin. When Eliza was born she was different, she didn't want to be a dark witch like her mother, she didn't want to be in Slytherin and be evil, all Eliza wanted to do was read books and learn new things. When her older twin brothers and sisters (Saria and Jacob) got into Slytherin her hopes fell as she knew it was in her blood, after all she was 3/4 Veela (her father is half Veela and her mother is full Veela.) Then her mother and father were killed by aurors and she fled the country with her nice aunt and uncle. They moved to Paris and shortly after learning French, Eliza received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Eliza knew that she would be able to do great things with her new future as there was not pressure from her parents to become a deatheater now and she didn't have to been in a pureblood house and have pureblood friends.

Personality: Eliza is kind and fun. She loves reading books and learning new things. Ever since she was born she wanted to learn. Her favourite type of magic is transfiguration and she hopes that when she has finished school she can become an animagus. Eliza is different than lots of other kids because she is slightly quirky but those who know her love her for that. Everyone who knows Eliza knows that if you can't find her she is hiding somewhere, with her nose stuck in a book.

Rp: "Lizzy! Lizzy!!" called Eliza's uncle Claude urgently from the hall, "Yes Uncle?" Eliza gently called back lifting her head from the thick book she was reading, "Pack you bags we must go, the aurors have killed your parents and they will take you away to an orphanage! We must leave for France. Pack your books, packs your clothes we leave in a minutes time!' he replied in a hurried voice.

Eliza closed the dusty volume she was reading a placed it in a large trunk with her many other books, small coin purse and few items of clothing then closed it and carried it downstairs where she met her uncle and aunt also with trunks ready to leave. "Take my arm" said her Aunt softly holding it out to her niece. Eliza gripped her aunt's arm then felt herself zooming, as if being sucked in a thin pipe and with a small pop she felt her feet touch the ground.

"Welcome to Paris!" Beamed her uncle merrily as he picked up her bags and his own then he walked over to a small inn called 'le Chaudron Baveur' and renting a room with a view of Paris. "What will we do now Uncle" Eliza asks her uncle in a sweet voice. "I hear there is a school of magic here." he replied as a snowy owl dropped a crisp golden letter on Eliza's lap.



Rouerie!

[nick walker]

First Name: Nicholas Christian
Last Name: Wilson
Age: 17
History: Nicholas was born and raised in Spain. He speaks fluent Spanish as taught to him by his mother. His father, on the other hand, was the one to teach him English as he was from London before falling madly in love. Of course, all love fades. And when Nicholas' younger sister, Flavia, was born only six years after himself, the love of his parents seemingly evaporated into thin air. The family tried to make it work and it lasted for quite some time. Nicholas stuck close with Flavia from the day she was born and from there a strong sibling bond grew. The two were very, very close. Even when Nicholas traveled far off with his mother at the tender age of ten to stay with her parents while his father took Flavia back to London. The two wrote nearly every day, keeping in mind that they were still young their parents would allow visits every few weeks. It was a wonder that the two managed to stay close even when Flavia went off to school at Hogwarts when she turned 11. The reason why Nicholas hadn't had time for school was because of his mother. Slowly, she became more and more sick until she couldn't bear it any longer. It was sad, but Nicholas knew that his mother was in tremendous pain. It isn't something he'd like to admit, but he helped her commit suicide as she had requested it. It's a heavy burden to carry for the rest of one's life, but it was her dying with to see him attend school and grow up to become a great wizard, reuniting once again with his sister and showing the world what the Wilson siblings could really do.

Personality: Nicholas is incredibly optimistic for someone who has a slight tarnish on his otherwise lovely past. He enjoys keeping himself and those around him in a good mood, often trying to brighten one's day the best he can. He's rather social, although around girls he likes he can become a little tongue tied like every teenage boy. Being around his mother has made him comfortable around older women, but unfortunately not around those who are his age. He's mostly into reading and writing to keep his mind off his troubling past and those around him and he finds that those are good outlets to have, especially when he finds himself with a headache or with a situation he can't really figure out all on his own.

Nick isn't too proud a person - rather humble, he takes compliments in stride and tries to ignore them as best he can. He'd rather focus on being the best person he can be according to what he believes in rather than what others think of him. He was raised to believe in fundamental kindness and to have good morals, often being the gentleman of the group. He doesn't always believe in not being silly as he is quite the good. Nick can't go more than an hour without needing to have a laugh - whether he be in class or not, and sometimes he has been given the title of class clown.

He isn't a reckless person, nor is he a prankster, but he just enjoys seeing those around him with a happy smile upon their lips.

Sample RP:
Nick ran a hand through his disscheveled hair as he stepped out of the carriage, stumbling slightly as he struggled to regain his balance on the firm ground. The earth was a little damp beneath his feet, but it provided enough strength for him to regain stability. The carriage ride from Spain was quite the trip, but considering the magical abilities the winged horses had, it hadn't taken more than an hour. He pulled his only bag over his shoulder - it had mostly a few shirts, shorts, pants and boxers among other things. He didn't have much, but it was enough to get him through school. He grinned up at the palace and at all the opportunities he would have attending Beauxbatons. His mother had seemed so hell bent on him attending another school separate from his sister. For whatever reason, he obeyed her wishes. But now that he gazed up at the palace in all its splendor - light dancing off the windows and the lake which lay beyond some trees - it was clear why.

The palace was gorgeous and he knew he was going to have quite the time at Beauxbatons. He made sure he had everything, gave the horses one last pat (and perhaps a carrot or two) before heading up the stone path towards the school. It felt a little surreal to be somewhere without his family nearby, but at the same time it was exciting. He spotted a few students milling about on the grass and saw as a few glanced his way. With a crooked grin and an easy nod of his head, he raised his hand in greeting. Some of the students returned the wave as others gave a curt nod or a smile. So far the students seemed kind enough. He was told someone would be waiting for him in the entrance hall to take him to get sorted for the rest of his time at the school.

He eagerly quickened his pace, curious about the way the school worked as he chose not to read the school pamphlet (which may or may not have been a mistake) so he had no idea what to expect. He crept up the stone steps, hiking his bag once again over his broad shoulders before pushing the door open. The great door was oddly easy to slide open, unlike his previous thoughts, and when he made his way through he glanced around, searching slightly desperately for a face that screamed 'greetings' on it. When it was found, it was a petite dirty blonde girl with bright green eyes who seemed jittery and excited. She greeted him with an enthusiastic wave before throwing her arms around him. Her head came to about his chin but he couldn't help but find this oddly adorable. "Uh... hi!" he replied as he awkwardly tried to hug her back. "I take it you're the one to show me the way?" he joked.

Rouerie!

[Liam Fowler]

First Name: Liam

Last Name: Fowler

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:



History:

Liam was born in Avingon, France where his mother and father lived for for the past thirty years. They originated from the UK and moved to France for work. He is the fourth and youngest child of Christine and Peter Fowler. They are both wizards with the acception that his mom was muggleborn. Both his parents attended Hogwarts. After graduating, both attended the same university, married, and have now become professors in a magical university.

To be exact of his parent's whereabouts, his father Peter, studies in iconology in reference to ancient ruins around the world. Now as for his mother, she works in literature and studies texts from famous or not-well known authors while teaching them to her students

Liam is family oriented. He loves them very much. His affection is normally shown as to picking on his three elder sisters. Since he's the youngest of the four, he often is a spoiled little brat at times. He has twin sisters Claire and Jessica(22), and an older sister named Florence(25) who all already graduated from Beauxbatons Academy.

There was very little magic he could do, but he was taught by his father how to fly a broom at the age of thirteen. He wasn't as skillful back then, but over the next few years, he has improved his abilities to fly on the broom. But he still thinks he needs to improve more just in case he decides to join Quidditch.

When Liam received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy, his parents were thrilled that he was finally accepted to a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Even if it is a little late in his school career to begin at Beauxbatons Academy, they took matters into their hands to teach him his basics like arithmancy, history, geography, latin, sciences, and literature.

Personality:

Liam is a curious adventurer. In his time he would prefer traveling around the grounds and being what you call a nature boy. He does love nature and would camp out at times, only in the backyard since his parents like to keep a close eye on the troublemaker. Yes he can be quite the devious little bugger and likes to terrorize his sisters, if not, the helps around the Fowler manor. He also likes to pick on close friends, but it's playful banter. He can be a nasty piece of work if you get on his wrong side, which rarely happens unless someone insults him, his family, or friends. Liam does hold grudges toward people, and he's less forgiving than others. Other than that, he's fun spirited and good natured. Though he can be serious at times when a situation arises. Since he's a growing teen there are hormones to be dealt with. Yes the boy does love girls, but he's a tad bit shy towards them. He is very kind and a compassionate person. He represents good judgement, high moral, and maturity when it's convenient. On his spare time he could be found in a corner with a book in hand. Liam is clever in his own way and his mind is keen. He is quite studious and takes advantage of the knowledge he acquired over the past several years from his parents teaching. Besides that he can sometimes appear aloof and that's because of his excessive day-dreaming or disinterest in some subject matter.

Sample RP:

Liam had sat up on his bed for quite some time. It wasn't that he was ready for a simple cat nap, or he wanted to be alone in his dorm, but that he was actually thinking of a place to go to. See, from across his bed there was a window. Frost developed at the sill and snow falling in large clumps. A sign that winter continued it's cycle to blanket every place white. And obviously Liam loved the snow. So he was thinking of a possible place to enjoy the winter weather, even if it was cold.

So he got up from bed and dressed into a pair of blue jeans, a black sweater, and snow boots. But don't worry, he dressed warmly as he added his grey pair of gloves and a large black coat that hung loosely around his body. Never was the type to wear tight clothes in the cold weather. He needed all the package he could get to stay warm. Once dressed, Liam headed out of his dorm and the common room. Down the corridors and into the Entrance Hall, he approached the front doors and went out.

The rush of freezing cold air hit his face and any skin that was showing, causing shivers to send down his spine. "A hah!" Eyes widening at the bright sight before him as the sun reflected the snow. It was amazingly bright and beautiful to look at. Sweeping aside the dark brown fringe over his hazel eyes, he got a better sight of the trail heading toward the lake. Practically covered in snow, he could barely see the lake's surface since it had been iced over. Everything was blanketed in white.

It wasn't long when Liam made his way down to the lake, trudging through the snow. His foot prints slid here and there sometimes, and others he left shoe prints. The snow was only ankle deep, but enough to possibly make snow angels in or a snow man. A grin crossed his lips, thinking about the many possible things to do at the time with the elements around you, and as he did so he stood before the frozen lake, just staring into the wonderful winter scenery before him that included the mountains, the lake and it's shoreline, and the island in the middle.

Sournois!

[Edward Windsor]

<sub>First Name: Edward
Last Name: Adams
Age: 16

History:

Edward Adams was born to parents Amy and Richard Adams on the dawn of September 20th 1997.

Edward was born and raised by Muggles, so he had no clue about Wizardry back then. But then, Edward found out about Wizardry by Age 9, because he met a girl called Sarah Thompson. She was a Pure-Blood witch, and already knew about Witchcraft. Every time Edward, his brothers and sister went to the park, Sarah would always be there. Sarah saw the signs, she saw that Edward was a wizard. She just didn't know how to say it. But then one day, this time Edward was alone. But Edward was crying because he was blamed for just happening to appear on top of the roof after being chased by his older brothers. His Muggle parents were furious, and were screaming at him. Edward escaped to the park, and found Sarah there. Sarah confronted Edward, and asked him what was wrong. As Edward told Sarah what was the matter, he was then told by Sarah that he was a Wizard, and told him all about the Wizarding world. At first, Edward didn't believe Sarah, and thought she was joking. But then Sarah proved it to him, by getting daisies and making them fly. Edward could do this too, and he finally believed her.

Telling this to his parents, however, was not easy at all. In fact, his parents didn't believe one word he said. They thought he was talking complete rubbish, and sometimes would scold him, as he irritated them so much about it. His brothers and sister would laugh hysterically every time Edward told them about his powers.

But obviously, him and Sarah were inseparable. They would be in the park every day with each other. They would chat on and on about getting acceptance letters from Beauxbatons, and it was then when Sarah told him that someone would come over to his house to explain to his parents about his Wizarding powers. It was three years later, when they both would of been 12, they began to go out, after Edward nervously asking her out when they were in the park together. Edward was always teased by his brothers and sister about it, but he didn't care. But it was one day, one year later, when they were still both in the park together, that Sarah told him that she was moving to a different country. She was going to move to England, and would never be able to come back again. Edward was devastated, and once she was gone, Edward remembered how lonely he was.

About a month later, Edward was in the park, this time alone, when one of his brothers came into the park to tell him that his parents wanted him. Edward went back home, and found some stranger, and his parents in the Kitchen. His parents finally believed him, as the stranger told them about his wizarding powers. Edward was also accepted at Beauxbatons, which was his dream, and here he is now!


Personality:

Edward is a very clever child, but doesn't really know this. Edward is very kind and caring, unlike any other of his family members. He is also very creative, but mostly is never seen without a book in hand. After his girlfriend left for England, he was very upset, but he would try to continue on with life as best as he could. Edward and Sarah lost contact as soon as Sarah left, so Edward has no idea on where she is at this moment of time.

Edward gets along with everyone, and would stand up for what he believes in. Edward has no hate against other houses, so most people should be able to get along with him well.

Sample RP:

"Your a wizard, Edward,"

Edward will never forget that sentence Sarah had told him when they were kids. But it was today, today he was going to Beauxbatons. This had been a childhood dream! But he still wondered where on earth Sarah was, but he knew that he must let go. This was in the past, he must look forward. Edward was in his room, and with all of his brothers and sister at muggle school, he was alone. Edward was already packed, for he was very organised, but made it in his way to study some spells that might come in use when he was there. Edward was upset that Sarah wouldn't be here to live the dream with him, but he must move on. Edward would make new friends at Beauxbatons! The buzzing excitement was in the pit of his stomach, and anyway, it was three years ago since Edward has seen Sarah, so she might of probably forgotten all about him.

"Have you finished packing, Edward?" His mother shouted from below. "Yes, Mother, all packed!" He replied in a shout, as he dragged his trunk downstairs. "Come on, Rosie!" Edward added, as his puppy began to follow him downstairs. As soon as he was downstairs, his mother pushed him outside and into the car, and she threw his trunk in the boot. Edward's father followed behind, slipping into the front seat of the car. As soon as everyone was in the car, his mother started up the car and drove off. Apparently, Edward was going to go in a carriage with flying horses? What rubbish! Probably just a joke, but we will go in a train or something, Edward noted.

About half an hour later, they were at a field of grass. Drawn up in the middle were Flying horses, just like in his acceptance letter. He didn't have time for his jaw to drop open, as he was shoved into one of the carriages, along with his trunk and Rosie. A quick wave of goodbye, and the carriage was off! This was the beginning of the adventure, and the beginning of a dream. He was really going!</sub>

Cossu!

[abigail fisher]

First Name: Katniss
Last Name: Delany
Age: sixteen
Appearance:
History: When Katniss was born, it was just Katniss and her father. They lived near the sea and Katniss grew up around various plants since her father was a Biology Professor at a University in France. It was there that Mr. Delany met his future wife and her two sons. Katniss was eight at the time of the wedding and was afraid of her new step-brothers who were obnoxious. She never did much with them since she preferred to be alone, but her step-mom was a caring woman who tried to be nice to Katniss. Katniss never knew her real mother and never will. Her dad was a muggleborn and while she may never know this, her mother was a witch who was a metamorphmagus. None of the signs showed she had this ability until she was eight years old after the day of her dad and step-mom's wedding. She was brushing her hair in the mirror when she saw her hair turn brown. She kept it a secret for a year before her brothers found out about her ability to change her appearance. Of course her obnoxious brothers told their mom about it, but she didn't believe them since Katniss had looked like herself when her step-mom came to check up on her.

When Katniss was eleven, Katniss ran away from home because her little brothers destroyed her favorite plant. As she was on the run, she ran into the most beautiful women Katniss had ever seen. She was incredibly tall as well and when she introduced herself as a Professor of Beuaxbatons Academy of Magic and knew Katniss's name, Katniss listened like she always did. The professor walked Katniss back to her home and explained to her parents what she was and where she'd be going as soon as the next term started. Katniss was just excited she was able to get away from her home. Her brothers often caused her anxiety with all the pranks they pulled on her. The professor also explained that Katniss wasn't just a muggleborn either. Because Katniss was a metamorphmagus, she had a bit of magic in her from her mother's side. While the professor couldn't tell Katniss who her mother was, Katniss liked that she had a bit of connection with her mother now.

Personality: Katniss is a calm person. Every since she's been born, she was never much of a crier or made too many outbursts. She was the shy person throughout elementary school because she was afraid of people making fun of her. She was never the smartest kid in school and had to have someone help her along. Throughout the years, Katniss was the shy girl who loved her plants. They were the only thing she knew and it wouldn't be until she was eleven that she would figure out her true identity. Once coming to Beauxbatons, Katniss found peace and began to grow into what she is today. She is calm and doesn't like confrontation, but peace. She's considered one of the more undertrained witches and struggles in duels. She gives up too easily because she becomes intimidated very quickly by those who are much stronger with their wand. Katniss has a low self-esteem when using a wand and is a total pessimist about her ability to defend herself. Outside of classes, Katniss is incredibly friendly and helpful. She'd rather put others before herself since Katniss is a sucker for the weak. She wants to heal, not kill.

She has this innocence about her that is contagious. She's great at persuading people to see her way. Her calming personality can be contagious and she does make a few good points every now and then. Her ability to solve problems has always come in handy. Since she's such a quiet girl, she knows how to sneak about the castle without getting caught. She's always has been quick and light on her feet. This is the only defense she has. Is Katniss that outgoing type around her friends? Not particularly. She'd rather be the follower than the leader and though she may be a bit more open around her friends, she's usually typed as the girl of few words. Only her closest and best friends really see her energy that she saves for the few she can fully trust. She was never the fully trusting person growing up and has a hard time opening herself up to others. She's always been afraid of what others might think of her and gets embarrassed easily.

Sample RP: It was a shame any music playing devices couldn't be allowed in the castle. Katniss was in a humming mood and as she walked through the forest, she thought of one song in particular that she thought was fitting. The leaves on the trees rustled in the slight wind making the sky above her alive with movement. Looking up to the towering trees, Katniss found a patch of moonlight to stand underneath. Looking down to her feet, she saw that the leaves made large shadows on the ground and made all sorts of patterns that moved with every little motion. Katniss loved the amount of nature at Beauxbatons. This was literally heaven for Katniss since there was a forest, a greenhouse and a garden not too far off from the castle. She hadn't been here long, but she already had a few favorite places already. Katniss had a hard time trying new things that didn't make her feel comfortable. That's why she stuck to plants and nature since it was what she knew best. The only thing about the forest she didn't like was all the possibilities of the monsters lurking. Katniss's right hand went instantly to her pocket that held a wand inside of it. She knew a few spells that she could defend herself with, but she knew she wasn't even close to being the best yet.

Kicking the rocks on the ground, Katniss didn't get very far until she reached the next patch of moonlight. She should've brought a notepad with her to sketch while she was milling around. It was mostly filled with flowers, the lake and sometimes the people in the gardens. Sure Katniss was a bit creepy with what she drew ( mostly directing it towards the people she decided to draw ) but the people made the scenery more lifelike. Looking up to the branch filled sky, Katniss stepped out of the moonlight when she saw a figure in a branch. Her first reaction was to hide behind a tree. Then it was to take out her wand to defend herself. If she wasn't so blinded by the darkness around her, Katniss would've seen that it was just a person hanging in a tree. The wand was now out and Katniss hoped she was hidden from the view of whatever was up in the tree. Peeking her head around the tree, Katniss's heart was beating wildly. She still couldn't see anything and began to make a run for it. She knew it was risky to come out at night while in the woods. She was just a muggleborn witch that had no idea what this world held. She heard of werewolves and vampires and other horrifying creatures that could kill you or ruin your life. She wasn't about to risk that tonight. Next time she was definitely coming during the day time when she could see properly.

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Rouerie!

[Eric Serié]

First Name:
Alec Cadeyrn
Last Name:
Edevane
Age:
Seventeen

History:
Aileen Hayes was only seventeen (much older in sídhe years though) when she ran away from home, because she was supposed to marry some guy who she couldn’t even stand and who was 15 years older than she was. She left Ireland behind her and escaped to England as she thought that those who would look for her would think she had gone much further, and indeed they were unable to find her. When she had ran away she hadn’t taken much with her, so she didn’t really have any money for food or clothing and on top of that she was obviously homeless now. As a sídhe she could last long without food though, but after a month with just water she started feeling quite powerless. It was October and days were turning colder, not to mention it was raining pretty much all the time and she still had the same old worn clothes on her. People looked at her, despised her, thinking she was just some random homeless orphan and wouldn’t pay attention to her. No one noticed her and she was sure she would die a miserable death there (because she definitely wouldn’t return back to home either), but as she was sitting on the cold ground, leaning against a wall in a dark alley while looking down to cover her face from the rain, she suddenly realized someone had put an umbrella above her to cover her from rain. She raised her head and for the first time saw her husband to be, a normal pureblood wizard, Walter Edevane. Something had drawn Walter to Aileen which is why he had approached her and after that started to take care of her as well. Five months later they got married.

Aileen was happier than she had ever been, but it still worried him that Walter was just a human while she was a sídhe. She would have to watch him grow old and die. She tried not to worry or think about it and even Walter kept telling her that she will be fine, although deep inside it saddened him as well. It was hard for both of them.

A year and a half after their marriage a baby boy was born and he was named Alec Cadeyrn Edevane. As a baby he was very easy to take care of and rarely even cried nor did he keep them awake at nights either. He was more of a mama’s boy and always hid behind Aileen when he was still a kid. He was very shy and kind-hearted. It was terrifying for both of his mother and himself to watch how Walter grew older year by year while the two barely aged at all. It was really hard for them. Eventually Walter turned 80 years old and soon after passed away while Aileen looked like she wasn’t even in her thirties and Alec like he was only 9 years old. The two of them decided to stay strong together.

Only a few years after Walter’s death though it seemed that the sídhe had finally caught up with her and found her. They didn’t take her away though, said she could live in England with her son and continue living the way they had, but that when Alec would turn seventeen he would have to go to Ireland with the sídhe and get married to one. They would come and get him. Needless to say this bothered and worried Aileen until she was too stressed to think about anything else. She started making plans for Alec’s and her future. She would not let them take him away and force into something he didn’t want to.

A day before he turned seventeen Aileen explained her plan to Alec. They would both have to leave, but not together. That there was a spot for Alec in Beauxbatons Academy and that he would have to go and study there, learn magic properly. She would go hiding somewhere and it would be too dangerous to tell where, because she would probably change places often anyway, but that she would find him and that he didn’t have to worry. Alec didn’t have much of a choice but to agree with his mother, because he definitely didn’t want to get married with someone he didn’t even know. Besides life with their relatives seemed to be very strict and less exciting. So he took the train to Beauxbatons and decided to attend school in there.

Personality:
As a kid, mostly after his father had passed, he was quite the troublemaker. He kept getting into a lot of trouble, but his mother also kept forgiving him as she was sure it would pass and he would start behaving. Which he did eventually. He grew up to be a bit quiet, but only around strangers. When he was with his friends he would be quite loud actually. It wasn’t easy for him to make friends though, because he rarely was the first one to go introduce himself to anyone plus usually he concentrated more on reading books rather than socializing. He loves books and is quite the bookworm too.

He also can be a bit awkward at first, but once you get to know him he’ll start feeling more comfortable around you. In the past he usually had a bit trouble with the friends he made, because he was always the quiet and always followed in the footsteps of others. Kind of a side-kick rather than the leader type. So whenever he made the wrong type of friends he ended up following them and doing stupid things, although he would know it was the wrong thing to do. Never did he resort into bullying or anything like that though. He’s actually very kind and good-hearted, maybe a bit naïve too at times.

Alec can also be quite stubborn at times and doesn’t like to be ordered around. He’s willing to do things for others as long as they ask and don’t tell him to do something. He’s always ready to help his friends and is very loyal to those close to him. At times he can be a bit too honest about what he thinks (but only if he knows the person enough well).

Sample RP:
Alec was sitting on his usual spot outside their house on a huge rock while reading a book about European history. He was on a chapter about how Hitler grew up and how he became a tyrant. He wasn’t sure why he enjoyed reading about these type of things, maybe because he wanted to understand it better why someone would do such horrible things. Or maybe in order to never make the same mistakes himself. Maybe he wanted to know if he could see any similar signs in some of the people he knew or were his friends, so that he could perhaps stop them and help them out to become better people. Who knew? There just was something that fascinated him about these parts of the human history. Yeah, most bad things had happened because of humans, rarely because of the sídhe. He didn’t know much about sídhe, but what his mother had told him was that they were the protectors of the nature which was a good cause, but that they were also very boring with strict rules and with no real life. She would keep telling him how Walter showed her how to live properly.

“Alec, you there?”

The young lad heard his mother calling for him to which he just let out a small vague noise while he kept reading the book he was holding in his hands. His mother Aileen climbed up on the rock too and sat next to him, raising an eyebrow at the picture of a Hitler on the page. “Hope you’re not planning of becoming a mass murderer. Maybe I should send you to Ireland after all.” She said while looking all serious, although Alec knew she wasn’t. He just gave her a typical teenager glance which said “are you kidding me?” before returning back to look at the book.
Aileen smiled softly before ruffling his hair a bit, “You know I love you, right?”
Alec closed the book and turned to look at his mother after letting out a heavy sigh. “Ok, what’s going on?”
“What? Nothing. I just wanted you to know I love you.”
“Yeah well, it’s just the way you said it. Something is going on. Now tell me.”

For a moment Aileen was quiet while biting her lower lip and looking a bit away from her son. “You’re leaving to Beauxbatons in two hours. You need to go pack your things.” Aghast he stared at her and repeated the words she had just said in his head before going, “What?” Sure he had heard her talk about Beauxbatons to him before, but he had believed she would at least tell about it to him a month or two before he would have to leave. Two hours. He had two hours left here?
“I didn’t want to tell you before, because I wanted you to enjoy and act normal while still being here. You would have stressed about it and dread the day and… you wouldn’t have really been here then.”
“That’s not fair.” He knew she was right, but still this was just way too sudden and he hated anything sudden and surprising. He hated changes. Why couldn’t things always just stay the same?

“Look, you turn seventeen tomorrow. You need to go. I won’t let them take you. You can’t stay here.”
“What about you?”
“I’m leaving too.”
“Where?”
“Alec…” She sighed and scratched her forehead, obviously a bit stressed out. “I don’t know. Honestly, I will have to go from place to place. It’s too risky to stay in one place. I will be going here and there, but I promise you don’t have to worry and I will find you. I’ll know where you are and that’s enough.”
“Ah… So I can’t contact you in anyway? I’m just supposed to wait for you to let me know you’re alive somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“Great.”
“Alec Cadeyrn, you need to do this. For me. You got two hours before the train leaves. I’ll make you something to eat to take with.”

And with that she hopped down from the rock and left back inside to the kitchen. Alec was still a bit stunned about the sudden news, so he just kept sitting there with the book still closed while he stared forward into the dark forest in front of him. She was right, he knew that. It was just a really hard thing to accept. He wanted to run away and come back later and things would be same and all good again, but that wouldn’t happen. He knew that he had to obey his mother’s wishes and he hated that. He didn’t want to go. Not without her.

He closed his eyes tightly together, rubbed his cheeks with his right hand while counting to ten in his mind before he finally got up and went inside, directly into his room to pack. He didn’t have any other choice. He would have to go to Beauxbatons where he would most likely be safe while his mother would have to run around from country to country to make it look like the two were running away together. Would they ever again be able to live a normal life or would they have to run away for the rest of their lives?

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