Sorting (Term Twenty Four)

[Fern-Rydel Simmons]

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First Name - Fern-Rydel

Middle Name - Mary Elizabeth

Last Name – Simmons

Nicknames – Fern; Rydel; Delly; Ry; Flower.

Age - 14

History - Fern-Rydel grew up in Verona, Italy with four brothers – Riker, Rocky, Ross and Ryland - and her Mum and Dad. They moved to Marseille, France when she was 10 to be get away from things. Fern-Rydel has frequent times when she has to cover her ears from conversations, giggles at the wrong moments, gets scared for no reason and sometimes can’t control her powers. This is because she saw everyone in her class at Muggle primary school get shot in an intense shooting and almost killed someone because she was so scared once she saw it. Ever since then her family have been very protective of her and the only thing that helps her feel normal is music. She’s been bullied immensely for who she is and only came to Beauxbatons without her family to learn more about her seer abilities. Being a seer made the bullying harder to take as the times when she would space out and see things frequently happened around other children at the muggle school her parents enrolled her to, to keep up appearances. Luckily, her older brother was there to help her – he was her best friend. Eventually, as the whole family discovered their love of music – apart from Ryland – they decided to create a band with their best friend Ellington Ratliff and it healed Fern-Rydel a lot.

Personality – Fern-Rydel is a very bubbly, giggly girl with a tomboy side as she grew up with four brothers. Her love of music has made her happier than she has ever been before and loves it. Her mind functions slightly different to other girls and her seer ability makes it worse but she soliders through all of the hard-ships that come with it. She loves to work out outfits and do different styles with her hair with her Mum because it’s really the only time she gets to be girly. Even though she has lots of problems, the young girl is probably the most optimistic and inspiring person you will ever meet.

Sample RP -

“Are you sure we should let her go back?” Riker asked his father while his little sister was packing for school. Last year a few of the older children at Beauxbatons had got to her, teasing her about her being mad. Yes, Fern-Rydel was a little different, but she had seen a horrible accident happen and almost killed someone because she wasn’t in control of her magic – it traumatised her. She’d come home crying, running into her older brother’s arms exclaiming “Do you think I’m crazy, Riker – they say I’m crazy because I can hear them screaming in my head.” And of course he had replied no, his sister wasn’t crazy.

“You need to check where I am before you start saying things like that Ri. I know you are my only older brother –but the others say it’s fine for me to go back – it helps me.” The young blonde walked through the door with a suitcase rolling behind her. Her hair was pulled back off her face and a smile graced her lips. She had always known Riker hated it when she left, worrying about her – she understood that. He was there for her all those years and then he just had to let her go to a completely different Academy of Magic to him. But she had a lot of friends looking out for her and the moments as they had taken to calling them, only really happened when someone made her remember about someone who was killed in the shooting – which frankly, was often, but they were just small moments where she had to cover her ears. And she knew that everything would be perfectly fine and went on with her life as normally as she could – she was a seer, and she saw her future was bright.

“I should, shouldn’t I? Look, Delly – I asked Dad if I could change schools, maybe make a new start?” And that sentence was a moment. Ry was pulled into a flashback of her friend Lilli, talking about how her parents said they might be moving to Germany, to make a new start. In real time, she covered her ears and fell to the floor, rocking back and forth, mumbling, screaming occasionally – mimicking the noises in her head. Glasses started exploding, draws opening and shutting and lights flickering. Their Dad pulled out his wand, trying to stop all the spells his daughter was absentmindedly casting and Riker crawled over to his sister, pulling her into his arms and whispering in her ear as he knew this never happened as badly when she was at school, “You can go, but I’m coming with you.” The spells seized, the screaming stopped and Fern-Rydel’s hands came off her ears, she smiled at her brother and picked herself off the ground slowly, and grabbing a broom to clear up her mess.


COSSU!

[coraline pascal]

full name

Caroline Louisa Pascal

age

Sixteen

apperance

history

Coraline's parents were both half-bloods who met at Beauxbatons and feel in love. Her mother nows works for the ministry while her father is a consultant for Magikal Konstructs, the company responsible for the construction for much of the moder wizarding buildings. They have two daughters - Coraline and her younger sister, Liliana. The Pascal family was relatively normal for a wizarding family despite being full of loud personalities. Louisa Pascal, Coraline's mother, possesses the unique ability to find the humor and make any situation fun. As for her father, Yannic, was a child at heart. He was Coraline's best friend as she grew up and she still keeps the companionship with him even though she is away at school. Having these parents made Coraline's childhood fun and full of joy that only helped shape Coraline into the person she is today.

personality

Coraline is a really happy person and it takes a lot to bring her down. She's not necessarily naive, she usually will overlook the bad or make excuses for it. She had a rather sheltered childhood and even at the age of sixteen finds it hard to believe in anything but the best of people. She goes out of her way to help others, even strangers. If asked to do a favour she will do anything within her power to do it to the best of her abilities. The same can be said for her work ethic in school. She aspires to work in the ministry like her mother and therefor puts her grades high up on her list of priorities. She's also very friendly and tries to make friends with everyone - something that's easy for her because she's far from shy and is always offering her help to people and sees the best in people.

sample roleplay

Coraline could feel her excitement all the way down to her toes, the anticipating building in her with every step she took towards the castle. She was only one among the dozens of first years being led up to the castle but she couldn't help but feel like the only person in the world. This was it, the moment she'd been waiting for weeks. Ever since she could remember the stories of her parent's time at Beauxbatons, really. Even now, as she approached the castle, she brought to mind all the places she wanted to explore, all the things she wanted to do as her parents had. It took all the effort she could muster to push down the little squeal of joy that formed in her throat at the thought. She was aware that her close relationship with her parents was rather unusual for a sixteen year old girl but her family and simply always been a tight-knit unit.

But like all things, attending Beauxbatons had its bad side. She wouldn't have her family as close as she was used to and, while she'd expected it, it was only now that it was sinking in. Running her fingers through her brown hair, Coraline looks at the the students-to-be she walked with and tried to find a friendly face or two. Mostly, they all looked as nervous as she felt and it made her feel better but wasn't helpful for trying to make a friend to face this strange new place with. She only toyed with her hair more aggressively in response. Thinking about these things only made her feel more nervous than excited for the adventure she was beginning. When the group reached the large doors the entered to the school, Coraline felt so unprepared for what was to come.

Rouerie!

[ariellewyntre]

First Name: Arielle
Last Name: Wyntre
Age: 14

Appearance: Chest length curly Raven black hair. Blue eyes and ivory skin. About 5'5, with a lean build and delicate hands

History: Arielle was born in England, and her parents lived in a muggle area of London. They were very involved in the first wizarding war, but on neither side. They were part of the Srepeek, a small group aiming to stop the war. Unfortunately, when Arielle was only a few months old, they were both killed when they went to try and barter with the different sides. Arielle was sent to live at Hardwood Oak Orphanage in London. Up until a few months ago, she attended Hogwarts. Then, she received contact from a long lost older brothers [21 and 24] living in France. She then went to live with them and now is to attend Beauxbatons.

Personality: Arielle is quite quiet until she gets comfortable around you. She is very kind, calm and understanding. As well as very intelligent, and good in school. Unfortunately she has some issues with trust and can often at random shut people out for days at a time. She is also very moody at times.

Sample RP: Arielle slowly packed her small suitcase in her attic bedroom. Her brother Ryan walked in and sat down next to her packings. "Arielle, I know you're a bit upset that you aren't going back to Hogwarts this year, but, it'll be lovely at Beauxbatons, you'll see." Arielle simply gave her brother a glare as she silently continued to pack. Ryan sighed, and started folding clothes alongside her. "It really will be alright. You know Amanda went to Beauxbatons, she says..." Arielle simply tuned her brother out. 'Of course, Amanda went. Of course, Amanda says this, Amanda says that. Darn girlfriend of his...' Arielle thought to herself as Ryan went on and on about the history and grounds of the school.

"Ari? Did you start packi- Oh! Great, you're almost done." Arielle's oldest brother Dallas entered her room smiling. "Yeah. I get to leave and go to a school where I have no friends, whoopee…" Arielle said quietly, rolling her eyes. "Come on Ari, it'll be just fine. You'll have friends as soon as you can say Beauxbatons." Arielle sighed. "If you say so Dall…"

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[magnolia elliot]

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First Name: Melanie

Last Name: Elliot

Age: 14

History: Our story begins with Antoinette Beauvais, a normal girl just like every other girl you would see on the streets of Paris. If it were a Wizard, like so many people reading this are, she would be a Muggle, nothing extraordinary. Fair in looks, brown hair and brown eyes, similar to most of her later children's. But anyways, that is not the point, the point of this is that it was very unlikely for her to fall in love and marry Henrie Elliot, an English elf who was fifty-three years older than herself. The two met while Henrie was travelling in Paris, the place where Antoinette had lived her entire life in an upscale life style. Henrie was seventy-six at the time, looking as if he was in his early twenties, and Antoinette was twenty-three. You could say it was love at first sight for the two, but of course there were difficulties along the road, bumps. Most of these concerning the age difference as well as the difference in race. But, four years after the two met, they finally got married: Antoinette was twenty-seven and Henrie, eighty.

The two were only married for several months before Antoinette declared she wanted children, and it was only three months later that her wish was granted and she found she was pregnant. Nine months later a baby girl was born, Mallory Amelia Elliot, the first of ten children. Two years later, Veronique Joanne Elliot was born, then yet another two years later Monica Sandra Elliot was born, and yet again, two years later the Elliot family was graced with their fourth daughter: Marie Lousia Elliot. It soon became evident that the number two became a normal number in this family. But this patern of a child every two years was broken by Emilie Brianne Elliot, the same year that Mallory began to show her first signs of magic. Following Emilie came Rowan Hannah Elliot, two years later.

It was after Rowan was born that Antoinette felt like a satisfied mother, with several beautiful daughters. They had more than enough means to take care of all of them, able to buy a house large enough for everyone to have their own rooms. Henrie was rather old, even though his face showed no sign of age, and during his time on the planet he accumulated a small fortune while Antoinette came from a well-off family. As for old Henrie, even though he had no son, he was happy as a man could be, his family consisted of eight beautiful girls. But then, a surprise came the same day that Rowan turned three, Antoinette was yet again pregnant, this time with twins. Nine months late the first boy was born into the family: Gaspard Julien Elliot born along side his sister Melanie. Of course, the string of Elliot children did not end there, Victoire and Morgan Elliot soon too joined the family, the second of multiples in the family, these ones being mirror twins. ( History borrowed but modified from Rowan Elliot's application )

Personality: Melanie is known as being a mini-Mallory. They are both loud and out going, showing no fear in expressing every sing opinion loud enough that everyone knows. She is also very passionate about everything and never forgets when she is slighted (which is often because she doesn't really believe in compromise). But that's okay because she isn't afraid of leaving someone behind if they're holding her back. She relentless in the fact that she is constantly moving in a forward and upward motion, not allowing anything to hold her back. Even though she's not exactly the smartest person, it's clear Melanie is going places from her endless amounts of charisma and determination.

Sample RP: Sighing petulantly, Melanie crossed her arms in front of her and watched as her two friends betrayed her by walking in to the coffee house they knew full-well she was banned from. It wasn't even really her fault for being banned, the guy had it coming! Who was he to hit on Melanie Elliot and then get huffy when she shot him down, he didn't even have smooth moves. She couldn't help it if her hand .. slipped .. when he got too forceful. Whatever, she could make do with this situation. Looking up and down the street before crossing, Melanie considered her options. She could let her afternoon be ruined by being ditched or she could do something else. Besides, Elsie and Madeline had promised they wouldn't be too long, just a quick flirt with the cutest barista, and they would bring her back a coffee. While they did that she would sit at the fountain in town square, that's what she would do.

The town square in her small town of France was, to be put quite frankly, really elegantly beautiful. The town had been founded in the mid-eighteenth century as the cobblestone roads that led to the center of town to the grande fountain would attest to. She loved the town she lived in because it had the old world feel and was filled with a large amount of senior citizens who had come to retire and we overly cute and nice. Speaking of which, Melanie spotted her neighbor Mme Alette walking her dog. She loved talking to Mme Alette because the old lady loved going on at length about everything. One time, she'd been stuck talking to her about how Popsicles never looked like they do on the packaging for almost three hours. It'd been great, like her blue hair.

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[everly royce porter]

First Name: everly royce
Last Name: porter
Age: 16
Appearance:

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History: Everly has an interesting little tidbit for a past. She was born out of wedlock to only a mother, and a brokenhearted one at that. Her name was Susan Porter, and she refused to tell Evie anything about her father or her history with him. Throughout the years, she gathered the basis: broken hearts, fleeing father, estranged family possibly on the brinks of being discovered. It wasn't anything important. Susan and Evie were just fine for the most part. Everly grew up to be rather friendly among her muggle peers and she felt as happy as can be. Both her and her mother are muggles, although once Evie turned eleven it appeared she wasn't. Her mother, scared witless, decided to flee London, where they were, and they went to Edinburgh instead where she continued her schooling. Running didn't help too much, as eventually Susan had gotten a newspaper that had an obituary written into it, with a name she recognized. It was then that they realized that there was someone who was dear to the one dear to Susan who had passed away, and from then on Evie's mother had been at full attention in comparison to her lazy countryside mope.

Evie and her mother had then moved back to London where immediately, Evie recieved a few owls ready to take her away to wizarding school. However, her mother didn't send her off with kisses and chocolates, she sent her off with a mission. One that confused the girl dearly. Find her sister. Evie had never had a sister in her life, but once her mother slipped a photograph of a young blonde girl into her trunk, Evie sighed and figured she may as well follow those instructions if she wanted to really get immersed in this new life she was about to have. Moving around made her a little succeptible to trust issues, but she's rather timid when you first get to meet her.
Personality: Evie is a quiet girl at first, a little bit skittish as she isn't very opinionated when you get to know her. She doesn't make friends easily unless they approach her first, sadly, but she does know how to talk about the things that she loves. Those things involve swimming, hiking, bird watching and reading. She's rather bookish, always sticking her nose in a book and having those light brown eyes scan a page and immerse herself into another world. The magic factor wasn't much of a shock which is what made the transition to Beauxbatons so effortless and seamless in terms of coping mechanisms.

Otherwise, Evie does have a bit of a mouth on her. If you upset her in any way, she can get snappy. She's got more bite than bark and will hurt those who hurt those she cares about. She's rather interested in the outdoors and keeping to herself in the outdoors is something she specializes in. She likes to have her private moments alone but doesn't mind meeting new people when given the opportunity. She's confused yet intruiged about her task of finding her sister. On the back of the photo it says "Asahria" so maybe she'll have some luck considering the unique name.

Sample RP:
Evelyn ran a hand along the covers of her bed in their small flat in London. Her mother had been working like a dog at her new job as a secretary and somehow they managed to afford such a lovely little flat. It was quaint, on the outskirts but she still loved it. She was a little sad that she would be leaving that afternoon, for a new school in a new country, one which involved magic and things she had no idea existed! She held her wand between her fingers and was startled when it felt warm. It was as though it were alive, she thought curiously. She tucked some blonde hair behind her ear, eyeing the wood with a curiosity that rivaled that of a scientist in a lab. It was some kind of adventure she had signed herself up for. Between leaving her strange mother alone in London to look for her sister, she had no idea what plans she had lined up in the future. Sadly, she didn't think they'd benefit her too much. Her mother loved her very much, but there was always something off about her and Everly had always known this from the start.

"Evie! It's time to go!" her mother called from the living room. Evie took one last look around her room, sighing as she picked up her trunk and swung her bag over her shoulder. She turned away, never to look back, as she head out into the little living space where her mother stood ready to go. She smiled encouragingly at her daughter and Evie sent back an equally awkward half-smile. She was excited, but also nervous. Despite moving schools so often, it never really got much easier. She tucked some wisps of blonde behind her ear once again and followed her mother out the door. Well, it was now or never, right?

Everly and her mother had taken a cab to a more secluded location in the alley behind a train station, and they stood there waiting as the message had said. She stood there, clicking her heels together impatiently as her mother kept nervously glancing around her and at her watch. It seemed like much longer, but only a matter of seconds later, a bright blue shining carriage with great winged horses appeared flying down towards them. Evie's jaw dropped, shocked that no one was noticing this absolutely ridiculous sight. She glanced at her mother who was also awed at the sight. When it touched the ground in front of them, they stumbled back a little and then the light blue door swung open and Evie took in a whiff of vanilla and fresh air. She smiled, stuffing her trunk in first and stepping into her new life right after.

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[Sabbie Duchannes]

First Name: Sabina
Last Name: Duchannes
Age: 15
Appearance:



History:

The Duchannes last name is not a well-known family name in the wizarding world in United Kingdom although they abide by the pure-blood elitist ways and tradition. Most of the descendants of Seamus and Marcella Duchannes were sorted in to Slytherin or Hufflepuff house but their youngest son, Felix had rebelled against family traditions and had fled to France. He attended Beauxbaton and there he met his wife, Katerina. Katerina was also a pureblood elitist and when she caught knowledge of Felix's wealth, they decided to move to Edinburgh. Their first born male, Michael Duchannes, was sorted into Slytherin and there he met his wife, Sienna. Sienna was a year younger than Michael and she loved the muggle lifestyle despite the fact that she follows pureblood tradition. She is a pureblood socialite like many of the women before her and she enjoys having the best of both worlds. When Felix died, Katerina moved back to France and hoped to have a Beauxbaton graduate as her heir.

When the little girl turned 11, she went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor. She didn't really made a lot of friends since she was cheesed at the way her life is turning with her mum constantly reminding her of how much of a disappointment she was. Enemies though, she had. There were almost one from each houses and although it had always been her fault, Sabina prefers to blame the other student. When Katerina heard of how disappointed her granddaughter was, she immediately made arrangements to take Sabina under her care. Before her third year ended, Sabina was pulled out of Hogwarts and was educated by her grandmere until she was nearly 15.

Personality:

Dancing Lessons, Organised Play, Introduction to Magic, Proper Pureblood Manners and Etiquette, and Painting. Those were Sabina's lessons prior to Hogwarts and Beauxbaton. Her childhood had been like her mother's: The best of both worlds, except for the small fact that she didn't turn out like how Sienna wanted her to be. Sienna wanted a daughter who was down to earth, graceful, kind, obedient and someone who thought things through. Sabina was not like those. She was pompous, a bit of a clutz, assertive and she usually acts on instinct. Although the she's kind, she usually has this snarky attitude that ends her in trouble. Sabina, like most of the girls she mingled with, loves shopping and she was spoilt by her father to bits. Sabina doesn't like studying, but her grand-mère, whom she looks up to, told her that it was the only way to prove her mother wrong. Sabina was ardent to prove her mother wrong so she strives to become better. Sabina's a bit of a hypocrite and she does what she wants and what she believes is right.

Sample RP:

"Grandmere? Where is Sylvia?" Loud, girlish voice echoed in the almost empty Duchannes Manor. Azure eyes continued to search the white room. Everything was white. The duvet, the closet, desks, rugs, curtains and even the little wand that lay above her sea-foam colored dresser. They were various shades of white, if that was possible. The little girl was cheesed at how their house-elf kept going missing when she needed the poor creature the most. She was finally going to Beauxbatons and she can't find the silly house-elf! Sylvia should have helped her pack her things but the elf was nowhere to be seen.

Sabina's head perked up when she heard a soft knock on her white wooden door. She glanced at it and let out a frustrated groan. "Sylvia! Where have you been, you silly sod? I can't find my dressrobe!" But it wasn't the house-elf, but her grandmere. Her eyes widened in surprise and her hands flew to her mouth, aghast at what she had just blurted to Katerina.

Sabina visibly flushed and nodded as her grandmother told her why the house-elf was nowhere in sight and asked if her friends would be around on her send-off, she couldn't talk back to her grandmother and she didn't even know what to tell her. When Katerina left, she closed the door and glared at her Balinese cat who was staring at her as if it was amused. "Don't you dare." She muttered with a huff and flung open her closet. Her dressrobe has got to be there somewhere.



COSSU!

[Genevieve Parker]

First Name: Genevieve
Last Name: Parker
Age: 15
Appearance:

History:
Genevieve Is the only child of a man named Francis. His wife, her mother ran off when Genevieve was born and dumped her on him. He gave up his career in the circus to look after her properly, being a skilled wizard he was a favourite performer.

Genevieve has loathed her mother since she was old enough to understand what she did and has decided she never wants to meet her even if she is given the opportunity. Her father married another woman and since she showed signs of being a witch they tutored her at home. Because of this she is very confident in her own magic. She was sent to Beauxbatons because of trouble she was starting with the local girls and boys. He father thought it would be better if he just sent her away rather than deal with her. Genevieve has thanked her father since the day she was sent there.

Personality: Genevieve is a very out going and driven girl she wants to be seen and will do anything to be the centre of attention. She is normally pretty kind but if a person is wrong or doesn't agree with her she will argue. It's what she does. She does try to make friends but only has a few good ones

She hates being ignored and often creates drama when it happens. This gets her in trouble a lot with other girls and she doesn't really get on with boys either because of this trait. SHe does try to be the perfect daughter but is way to opinionated for her parents liking.

Sample RP: (At least 2-3 paragraphs needed)

"Genevieve! Why is there a girl here with her mother?" Francis called up the stairs to his troublesome daughter. "How am i meant to know?" She snapped back at him over the music in her room. "Gen get down here right now!" He yelled and looked at the poor woman with the crying girl apologetically. "Sorry" He mumbled.

Stomping down the stairs she saw her father with the trampy girl from down the street with her mother and she seemed to be crying. "Hey" She said and smiled not really worried about the mother. She knew her dad would just say sorry a million times and they would leave. "Genevieve? Please tell me what you did to this poor girl?" He said threateningly. "Nothing daddy" She said sweetly looking at the girl with a smirk. "If this happens again young lady i will be calling the police on you" The mother said pulling her daughter closer and pretty much running away. "Sorry!" Her dad called after them.

"Genevieve! I told you that if you want to go to the Academy then you have to be nice" Her father yelled. "Well dad i told you that i didn't do anything so whatever believe me or not its not my problem" She said bored. She was picking at her nails and wasn't even really listening to her father. "Genevieve this is your chance to be great don't blow it" He said and stormed off.

His wife came in not long after and just shook her head at her step daughter. "You give your daddy wrinkles" Was all she said and walked back out to comfort the old man. Genevieve just bolted back up her stairs and turned her music back up.

[emma lucks]

First Name: Emma
Last Name: Lucks
Age: Thirteen
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History:
Emma Lucks. Her story starts when her brother leaves and tells her to follow her dreams. She lives in a small house with her mother and had to fight to survive. One day she gets a message from Beauxbatons telling her that she is invited to go there to learn magic. She was scared to leave her mother and excited that she had a chance to change her life forever. Not wanting to miss that opportunity she said her farewells to her mother and left going to a new life. She knew that deep down her major flaw was that she was going to hurt her mother by leaving her.

Personality:
There is a lot about Emma. People don't notice is that she is quiet and keeps to her self a lot. She has always been alone and now she must get used to the fact that she will now be surrounded by people. She doesn't like to draw attention to her self or be the attention for other people. After awhile she warms up to people and she feels more comfortable around people.

Sample RP:
Emma took a quiet breath waiting for her pray to come closer, an really big elk with big horns. She has been waiting for is for hours, she took her bow and arrow pointing it straight at the elks heart. She shot and made sure that the elk did not suffer and she took it to her home to make food and a blanket with.

[Lizabella May]

First Name: Lizabella
Last Names: May
Age: 16
Appearance: images.ok.co.uk/dynamic/3/451x567/61565_1.jpg

History:

Lizabella was both in London to a loving mother and father. Her father is a Vampire and drinks human blood her mother was alo a vampire before she died. Lizabella hates the thought of killing people so she drinks animal blood. When Lizza was five she was attacked by a werewolf, her mother was there and saved her before her mother could stop the wolf it killed her. Her father was then sent in a depression and is always in his room reading. Ever since the incident she has hated werewolf's.

Personality:

Lizza is a very out going girl that loves to run and sing. She has a large fear of water but that doesn't stop her from doing what she loves. She is a very outgoing but also very flirtatious, at times she can be very sly and cunning. She is very serious about her school work. She is a very kind hearted girl but that can change very fast if she dosent lik you. She loves to be around people but that sometimes causes her to go into a bloodlust. It is very hard for Lizabella to keep her vampire side from hurting anyone.


Sample Rp:

The path beneath Lizabella was a blur as she ran away from everything. The gentle breeze calmed her as tears formed in her glossy blue eyes. Her father had blamed her for her mothers death again. It wasn't her fault! It was the werewolves fault! The thought of that day made her cringe and stop in her tracks. She looked around to see her surroundings. The full moon let a few rays of light through the thick canopy's of trees. It was beautiful, before she could admire anymore of the night a long howl broke the silence.

A low hiss broke between Lizza's teeth as she crouched to the ground. The silence once again was broken, a large werewolf broke through the trees and lunged at her. With one swift move Lizabella had the wolf pinned to the tree.
"You foul creature how dare you!" She snapped at the beast. It twitched in her arms before it bit her hand. She hissed in pain as she dropped the creature as it ran Lizabella sent a death glare at the thing. She looked at her hand as it slowly started to heal a werewolf was the only thing that could actually kill her and she wasnt going to let that happen soon.. As the bite slowly healed itself a dark scar formed in its place

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[Michele Jackson]

First Name: Michele
Last Name: Jackson
Age: Thirteen
Appearance: Michele has shoulder-length blond hair. Her eyes are a greenish-blue. In pictures and sun they look more blue through. Her skin as a light tan to it. She has a lean body from her workouts.
History: Michele was born to Jean and Micheal on Valentines day. Her parents considered her a blessing since her mom was told she wouldn't have children. For the first ten years of her life, Michele was spoiled and the only child. On her tenth birthday, her parents told her that she was having a sibling. Michele was upset since she felt she wouldn't have her parents attention anymore. Luckily her parents didn't ignore her. Michele even helped out with her little sister. The two grew close as Ashley, her little sister, got older. Michele had her first accidental magic when she was six and had a tantrum. She sent a feather her mom used for writing across the kitchen. Her father was shocked since he didn't know his wife was a witch. Her accepted easily through. Her family was excited when Michele finally got her letter.
Personality: Michele is a very gentle and caring child. She helped any animal and hated seeing anyone or any animal hurt. She loves school. Her friends think she is weird for loving school. Michele just couldn't help it. She loved learning. She is a bit shy and don't start conversations. People usually have to engage a conversation with her for her to talk. She can have a terrible temper through. That temper of her's can sometimes get her in a ton of trouble. She sometimes draws the ocean or flowers in her garden. Whenever she gets angry, she takes her notebook and draws. She loves being around nature. Michele will spends hours in her garden. She tells anyone who asks why she does that, that it feels like she's at peace.
Sample RP: Michele was laying in bed. It was too early for her to be up. She could help it through. She was on her way to Beauxbatons in a few days. She sighed. Her sister always begged her to stay with her. Michele always felt upset about that. She tried to explain to her sister that she needed to leave to learn magic and how to control it. It didn't matter to her sister through. Michele ignores the tears and screams. It kills her. She shook her head. Ashley knew that Michele had to leave but it didn't make her feel good.

She looked over at her clock. She saw it was only six-thirty. She sighed again. Would her sense of guilt every go away? She sat up in her bed and looked around her room. On her royal blue walls were pictures of her and her family. Some of her drawings were on the walls as well. She smiled at the one with her and her sister at the beach. She walked over to it and touched it. It was before she started school. Michele loved her sister but she felt like she was ignoring her when she went to school. Michele needed to stop feeling guilty according to her parents. Was that what she needed to do? She decided it was early enough for her to dress at least. She went to her closet and began to get ready for the day.

[Ivy Ahlgren]

First Name: Ivy
Last Name: Ahlgren
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:
The Ahlgrens were a relatively well-off pureblood family from Sweden. Or rather, they used to be. Ricardt and Jeannetta Ahlgren used to be a happy couple, but Ricardt got too obsessed with his work, and the attention deprived Jeannetta was having affairs left and right. When the Ahlgrens' only daughter, Ivy, was 14, the family business started failing, and Ricardt couldn't cope with the gradual loss of all he had worked so hard for, his health began to decline. The next year, Jeannetta left her husband and daughter for another man, and so Ivy and her sick father were left destitute. Ivy used to be home schooled, stopped at 14 and went to a small school called Guiden Akademi in Sweden for a year--which was her golden year, you could say. She was popular and she had friends and even fell in love. But afterwards they could no longer afford it, so she had to quit the school. A distant relative of her father offered to pay for her schooling, but only if she went to Beauxbatons.
Personality:
Ivy had "zero personality", according to her friends, until she was 15 and went to Guiden Akademi. After a year in Guiden, the silent, elegant Ivy became a cheerful girl despite all her family troubles. Ivy is a bit eccentric, easily excitable, and spontaneous. She is a bit lazy; clever but clumsy. She cries easily and is easily pressured.
Sample RP:
"Ive," he called. "Ive, wait—"
Ivy Ahlgren kept walking without looking back. "G-go away."
He caught up and took her arm to stop her, and Ivy froze.
"Ive," her name on his lips once again. "Don't go. Listen to me. Look at me. Ive."
She didn't move. He gently pulled her arm to turn her around and she spun with the pull with ease. She covered her face with a trembling hand and her shoulders shook with sobs. "Go away," she whispered feebly between little hiccups. The barely audible command was halfhearted, and he knew that.
He took her hand in his, and with his other hand removed the wisps of ginger hair that were sticking to her face because of the tears streaming down, and tucked them behind her ear.
She looked down at her feet, she couldn't face him. The room was silent except for their breathing and her quiet sobs and hiccups.
She raised her chin slowly and four blue eyes locked. Immediately, tears pooled in her eyes again. She caved and collapsed into his open arms and cried into his chest.

[Harper Delaurier]

HARPER DELAURIER


history
Harper, 16, has spent her entire life trying to prove that she's more than just another rich girl. Her parents, Muggle property developer Arthur and pureblood witch Emilia, worked extremely hard in the early years of their marriage in order to make a proper living. All that effort paid off, though, a few years before Harper was born. Now mainstays on The Tatler List, the public's fascination with the Delauriers has only increased with the passing of time. Harper was originally discouraged by her parents from attending wizarding school, opting instead for after-school lessons at home with her mother. When the strain of living a quasi-publicized lifestyle began to take its toll on her, Harper managed to convince her parents to send her to Beauxbatons in order to achieve a sense of normalcy and independence.


personality
Although she partially grew up in the public eye, Harper remains to be a mystery to most people. She is rather reserved, and trusts only a select few. Because she is quite self-confident, some may find her slightly intimidating, but she is warm to those who are friendly to her. She is nonconformist and creative. Those who do know her well know that she is clever, hardworking, and a good friend.


sample rp
Harper slammed the front door shut. She had just had a tough day: she had pop quizzes for both Maths and History, which she may have flunked; she had to turn in her final Arts project, parts of which she was forced to make during lunch time, with which she was not completely satisfied; and on top of all that, she had had only two hours of sleep the previous night because she had to attend some movie premiere with her parents. Those events always drained her the most - the forced smiles, the photographers screaming in your face, the small talk with all the other attendees, hiding under layers of makeup. She was positively exhausted.

"Hello, darling," her mother greeted as Harper walked to the patio, where they usually met for her magic lessons. This was usually her favorite part of her day. However, she was just too tired, even for a simple swish and flick. She kissed her mother on both cheeks. "Is something wrong? You look like you're just about ready to drop."

"I'm pooped," Harper replied with a deep sigh. "I know there are people I have to please, but am I not allowed a day off?"

Her mother looked at her, worried. "Of course you are."

"Doesn't feel like it." Harper plopped herself down on the hammock. She pulled her wand out of her pocket, twirling it around with her fingers. She loved her life - she couldn't ask for more. But sometimes, she just needed to take a breather. Go to a city where nobody knew her, live a simpler life, discover her real interests - and she knew the perfect place.

"Mom?" she called out. "I think I want to go to Beauxbatons."

[Ranie Dufont]

First Name: Ranie
Last Name: Dufont
Age: 12
Appearance:
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History: Ranie was born in Paris France. She was born into a poor family and is an only child.

Her parents, much like her have werewolf-blood. She grew up not knowing she was a werewolf for the most part, mainly due to the fact her parents gave her wolf banes potion every full moon and had her drink it. She never thought it was odd her parents had to go on a business trip every full moon. She grew up quiet poor and was often sick as a child. She always liked steaks more than anyone else she knew. She spent most of her time drawing and painting. She had dreams about magic. Then, when she woke up she would paint them. She loved her parents, but wondered what the business trips would be for when they owned a bakery. She also wondered why they made her drink that weird juice every full moon when it made her sick for a week afterword. Then one day when she was lying in bed sick she got a letter from Beauxbotons and her parents told her she was a witch and a werewolf.
Personality: Ranie is shy when you first meet her. She has troubles expressing her feelings normally so she shows her emotions through painting and drawing. She scared to get close to people, because she worried that they'll leave her, but she's tired of being alone. Very few people can gain her trust and become close to her, but those who do she becomes very protective of them. Her biggest fear is losing the people that she loves. She is convinced everything she does in wrong and the world would be a better place without her. She believes the most true and beautiful thing in life is art.
Sample RP: Ranie was late coming home from school. She ran through the woods as fast as she could. She looked at the sky, the sun would start setting soon. A few days ago her parents told her she was a witch and a werewolf. She had detention for drawing in math class. Normally it was no big deal, but today was a full moon. She was going to take her wolfs bane potion to school, but it was too risky.
She stopped. There were footsteps and voices behind her. It was her friend Skylar. She was carrying a brown book bag with dirt on it. On the front was the name 'Ranie Dufont. She must of left it at school. Paint brushes, papers, and pencil where falling out. "Skylar run go, now," Ranie shouted looking at the sky. She had about 3 minutes to get home. Skylar was confused, but did as she was told and ran, but she made a huge mistake, first she ran over to Ranie to give her the bad back. She ran as fast as she could she was counting down in her head. She didn't make it home in time. The full moon rose and she lost control. She turned into a werewolf. She tried to calm down, but it was too late, she saw Skylar. She went in for the kill when her parents, who had taken the potion used a spell to knock out Ranie just in time. Later they had to tamper with Skylar's memories though.