Sorting (Term Twenty Five)

[tzarina m. barr]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Description or Photo is fine)
[b]History:[/b] (One paragraph needed)
[b]Personality:[/b] (One paragraph needed)
[b]Sample RP:[/b] (At least 2-3 paragraphs needed)

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[annabelle lee ❅]

First Name:  Annabelle
Last Name: Lee
Age: Sixteen
History: Upon being born into the world Annabelle quickly found herself alone. She was not wanted, but it was not due to being abandoned. But rather the fear. It consumed her Mother as she had recently found herself with ill news, one involving ovarian cancer. It meant Annabelle would be her first and last child. However one might ask, where was Annabelle's Father in all of this? Well, he ran off out of fear upon learning that his future wife-to-be would not be able to have children. So the situation only worsened for Annabelle from that moment on as her Mother would soon leave the child on the doorstep of an orphanage. Time would be pass but no one gave Annabelle a chance. Perhaps it was her ever-changing eyes and hair. Perhaps it was the somewhat dead stare. Perhaps it was her bookish ways. Perhaps it was something else all together. But no matter what the reason was, Annabelle was not adopted. It did not matter that she was polite as could be and sweet as could be. No one wanted her and someone else was often adopted instead. However that soon changed as she found herself, on her thirteenth birthday of all days, adopted and taken into a home of a rather wealthy man. He was a stranger and the reason's for this said adoption was unknown. But rather than pressing she simply accepted it. After all it meant she had someone. Though that again would all change as she soon would find out that the man who had in fact adopted her was her birth Father. As for how she would find out, well, the man was curious and had to know. So the only thing that even came to mind was a DNA test and it was done. However it did not change their situation by much. He still was the man who adopted her and still was a bit of a stranger. Though what did change was that now Annabelle knew who she was. She had some vague understanding of her heritage and now had a chance of pursuing more things. Immediately she took up dance lessons, singing lessons, as well as piano and violin. However it was not enough. She now knew why certain things happened. She now knew that the magic she had was more than simple witchcraft. But, unfortunately, the woman who was to teach was no more as she had past years ago. As for who that was, well, it was her birth Mother. Despite that though Annabelle would soon find herself instead searching for schools. It was not long that she would find Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. After a letter was sent and a reply was given, Annabelle found herself packing her bags. She now no longer was being home-schooled. She had a place to go where even more doors were bound to open.
Personality: Elegance and refinement were things that always seemed to ooze out of Annabelle. It did not matter if she had dirt all over her shirt, she always was composed. However this does not mean confidence. No. It is more often then not a simple show which hides the truth. The truth being how insecure she truly is. It does not matter if the song is sung perfectly or a dance done gracefully. All she will see is the imperfections. However this does not mean she is not kind or caring. No. In fact it is the opposite. She cares, very much, to a degree that one might consider over-protectiveness. But she cannot help it. She knows and is aware of how much loneliness can hurt, which is why she is more often than not the most selfless person you meet. However this does not mean she is clingy. She is instead rather distant and independent, always figuring out a solution to her problems as well as for other's. But again that is not all to Annabelle. In addition to all of that she is someone who is artistic and creative and often uses these skills as an outlet for emotions. As well as a rather playful and charming person, though this takes some time to come out around others. Over all Annabelle Lee is a genuine girl who requires a bit of time to come out, especially considering how everything still feels a bit new.
Sample RP: Everything was new. The Castle, the people, the houses, the everything. However rather than allowing it to consume her, Annabelle exhaled softly. She needed to calm down. It was not appropriate. But as she found herself taking a few more steps her nerves began to get the better of her. It did not matter that she seemed composed as her insides felt as though she was going to burst. But rather than allowing it to consume her, she began to take deep breaths. Unfortunately that soon did not help as she found herself taking even more steps. But now she instead began murmuring to herself in her native tongue, Korean, Calm down Ji-Hyun. This is not the time or the place. However despite her attempts it did not help. There was far too much on the line, she felt. Especially when she thought of the rather impossible possibilities, one including her not being sorted at all.

It did not matter that most of the ideas that were popping into her head were irrational. Her fear and anxiety was getting the better of her. But despite her illogical ideas she stood her ground. She had been adamant about Beauxbatons as she had fallen in love with the place, at least from picture and information. Not to mention that they had accepted her immediately for the new quarter. However all of that did not matter. It truly did not as her thoughts began to worsen. But as soon as they began to progress to the worse of worst she heard her name. However she did not hear. She instead became consumed, though it did not take long for the person behind her to nudge her forward. And with a silent nod of gratitude she took her steps, slow ones, towards the cloak. It was now or never.

It did not take long, despite her snail-like steps, to reach the magical item. But now, oddly enough, her fears and anxieties silenced. Perhaps it was because now it was official. Now she could no longer turn back and her ideas would all be proven wrong. Whatever the case was Annabelle exhaled softly and thought to herself, You can't run away now Annabelle.

Cossu will suit you well!

[Yvaine McLeod]

First Name: Yvaine
Last Name: McLeod
Age: 15 years old

History: Amanda that is the name that the one she call mom and dad gave her for 13 years grow up in New York and it wasn't enough to live in the middle of the Bronx between the ward of black against white, hispanic against american etc. etc., she also have to tolerate her dysfunctional family, always fighting for the most insignificant things. But she always manage to be away from all this; at school she was part of the dancing and music club, two talent that her teacher Miss Peterson notice immediately. She wind the respect of all the staff member of her school and because they know she couldn't count with her parents for anything they help her to develop her talents. For her music lesson Miss Peterson gave her the first violin, but she never bring it home because she knew her father will destroy it so any free time that she had at school she practice and only took no more than three month to play it like a professional. Soon she pass from the classic violin to the electric one and that was her favorite.

At the dancing lessons she could dance from Hip-Hop to Salsa and she always have like an eternal energy, she felt like she was in another world a happy one and her parents didn't like that but they couldn't do much to stop her.
In her day off she was always at the library reading about magic it was her favorite subject something that always bring her attention is like she belong to that world. At night she always dream of a big castle full of magic but soon she will learn that some dreams comes true.

At the age of 13 she came back to her house with the company of Miss Peterson after a violin concert that she saw. In front of her house there was four coops with a couples of more people well dressing between them there was a lovely lady. She stopped in a good distance, suddenly the lady looked at her, Miss Peterson notice that woman looked just like Amanda. She order to the girl not to move until she find out was going on.
The next day she found out that the persons that she always knew at her parents it wasn't at all. She was kidnaped from the Beaujon Hospital in Paris.

She is the daughter of Dylan McLeod and Evianna McLeod and her real name is Yvaine, Yvaine McLeod. At the hospital they being told that she die from breathing complication but the reality was that a nurse took her and sale her for only 5,000.00 dollars to those people that at that time was desperate to have child.
With false document they took the little baby to the USA
But unfortunately they found out too late that they wasn't prepared to have the responsibility of a baby.
Her real parent found out two years ago that Yvaine never die and with the help of the law they found out what real happen and finally located her.

The man and the lady that raised her was arrested for human traffic and take them to the authority of France because it was there where the crime was committed and the young Yvaine been returned to her birth parents.


Personality:
You will never see her wearing anything pink or laces, she is not the girly type. She hate the feeling of insecure and disorganization. She like the people that talk to her with the true even that it hurt, she can’t tolerate liars. She is a little rebel thanks to the live that she had before and even that she don’t start a fight she will finish it that for sure. She is very perfectionist in her music and dancing. She also very sweet and a loyal friend if you win her respect.

Sample RP:

After a great day enjoin the violin concert at her school she was walking back home with the company of Miss Peterson her music teacher. Amanda love her like it was her mother, that professor always believe in her.

“So Amanda did you like the concert” said Miss Peterson, “if I like it, I love it” she said with a big smile in her face. Their conversation continue but before they stopped before the get home. At front of her house there was some polices officers in company with some people well-dressed between them there was a woman.

“Now what my parents did?” ask Amanda in a upset tone of voice at that moment the woman look in direction where Miss Peterson and Amanda was. Miss Peterson couldn’t believe it, that woman looked just like Amanda, the professor looked at the girl “stay here and don’t move, understood?” the girl looked at her then she looked at the woman that was with the police officers “ok, understood” said Amanda.

Peterson walked in direction where the group of persons was and start talking with them. Then the woman start walking where Amanda was. She was very beautiful, soft tan skin tone, a very long black hair and big brown eyes “hello there!” she said to the girl, Amanda looked at her it was like she knew her all her life, “hello” she said looking at her and the persons that was in front of her house at the same time.

The lady looked at Amanda eyes “and what is your name sweetie?” she ask trying to hold her tears “my name is Amanda, please excuse me” she said and run in direction to Miss Peterson “what going on professor?” she ask looking back at the lady who right know was crying, looking back to her professor “who is that lady?” but before Peterson could answer her question Amanda saw when two police officer arrest her parents “Christopher and Lydia Anderson you are under arrest for human traffic” said one of the officer.

“Human traffic, ok maybe I’m young but not stupid can somebody explain me what the hell is going on?” she shout in an angry tone, “please girl just relax” said Peterson “relax you have to be kidding my parents are being arrest for human traffic” she shout again, “let all go inside the house and we will explain everything” she said taking inside the girl in company of the officers.

Amanda looked again to the lady and saw a young man hugging her and kissing her, she could hear when he told her “we found her darling is our baby, we found her” he said.
Once inside the house Amanda sat down in the sofa and Miss Peterson next to her, in a chair in front of her a tall man with dark completion sat down with a soft tone he introduce himself as Detective Richardson of the Human Traffic Unit and start explain the situation that she was living in that moment, while he continue explaining the lady and the man walking inside the house but they kept a distance for the rest of the group.

“Wait a minute let me see if I understood those two that I call mom and dad are not my real parent that I was stolen from a hospital in France” she said looking at the detective
“That right young lady” he said.
“And who are my parents? where are they? “she ask then she looked at the couple.
“The couple that you are looking right now, those are you real mom and dad."
The young man came closer to Amanda “I’m Dylan McLeod and she is Evianna, and the first thing you need to know is that your real name is not Amanda is Yvaine, Yvaine McLeod” he said in a soft tone.
“I need to go to my room” she said while she stood up “Yvaine” said the detective “you better go and pack all your stuff I have an order from the court of France that as soon we find you will be returned will your birth parents at once” he said while he gave the document of the order to Miss Peterson, she read the document then she looked at the girl “he said the true my girl, you are leaving the USA to go back to France."

The next day Yvaine was inside of her new home a big mansion where her new life just started.
It took almost a year to get to her new life, full of love and peace something she is not used to it. Her violin and dancing lessons continue, but the thing that she love more is that her live was full of magic.
At the age of 15 she receive a letter that will change her life again and her beloved parent was waiting.
“So darling who wrote you?” said her mom
“Well it said From Beauxbatons Academy of Magic” said Yvaine and before she could finished read the letter her mom start calling her father “Dylan darling it here the letter is here” she shout and in second her father came running “read it baby read it” he said “ok ok, it said Dear Yvaine McLeod is an honor to inform you that you was accept it to be part of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic….etc. etc….now what?” she said looking at her parents “what do you mean now what?, we are going to help you to get ready" said Dylan.

The next week Yvaine was traveling in direction to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she couldn’t wait to be there.


There are some misspellings among the text. Have you tried spell check? It's the button below your post and it will help you out with your spelling. Also, you don't use much of comma which make things a bit hard to read. If you could check those and I'll re-read your application again, thank you.  

[shockman35]

First name: Shockman
Last name: 35
History: 
Born in Paris France a year after his parents moved from Canada. Both parents are magical, however they live in a muggle community. His parents kept themselves secret by having the government believe they were homeschooling Billy. They always made sure he wasn't lonely, and he received a dog for his sixth birthday. By the age of 8 Billy showed signs of great intelligence. His parents knew the best place for him to go was Beuxbatons academy of magic.

Personality: 
Billy is a kind, caring, and smart person. He is always looking out for others .  He will Lend  a hand to anyone who needs it, and will not tolerate discrimination against muggles. He wants to be a chaser on the quidditch  team and will prove it any way he can. He will get homework done the day it's assigned.


Before I can sort you you need to change your name to your character's name. Also, add a bit more to the history as well as personality. Sample post also seems to be missing.

[landralucy]

First Name: Alex
Last Name: Weasley
Age:17
Appearance: tinypic.com/r/25jgorn/8
History: I was found on the doorstep of the Weasleys. They found out that I was half Veela and decided to send me to Beauxbatons. I have one older brother who lives with us, he goes to hogwarts. I was brought up to be kind and playful but I also grew up loving to write.
Personality:I am a perfectionist, if one thing is out of oder I automatically fix it. I love to help out, that is one thing that I am good at. I am a huge romantic. I play as the peacemaker to my family.
Sample RP:"Anthony, I'm going to miss you so much Brother Bear!" I yelled as I hugged the life out of my older brother who was just packing to leave. He turned around and hugged me back.
He kissed me on the forehead and whispered to me "Ill miss you too Sister bear. Be good and no pranking!" He told me in a warning manner. I soluted and smiled as I began to pack my stuff as well.

Before I can sort you you need to change your name to your character's name. Also, add a bit more to the history, personality as well as sample post.

[Emilia Jane Bell]

Apr 17, 2015 22:15:42 GMT -5 Emilia Jane Bell said:

First Name: Emilia
Last Name: Bell
Age: 15
Appearance: Dark curly hair and blueberry almost black eyes. Olive skin, and rosy cheeks, with pale pink lips. She wears a tight vine wristlet on her forearm, and a rose gem ring that is her mothers.

History: Her father was killed by death eaters, she moves often with her career driven mom. Her mother works in politics. She loves Beauxbatons, and is very dedicated to her schoolwork. She has moved all throughout Europe and is skilled in many different languages, and does not have a very thick accent, but can do many others. When the Triwizard Tournament arrived, Emilia developed a romantic relationship with a student at Hogwarts. She and her now boyfriend Seamus write to one another every day.

Personality: She is sweet and seems naïve, although her high IQ and secret sarcastic humor proves otherwise. She stands up for those without a voice but acts rather shy in public. Around her very few friends, she is sarcastic and funny. She secretly wishes for love, even though she claims that men are pointless and cruel. She has a kind to everyone likeness about her, and refuses to stand for hate or cruelty.

Sample RP: Emilia couldn’t contain her excitement; the Headmistress had just announced that they would be traveling all the way to Hogwarts for the triwizard Tournament! She can’t believe it, She absolutely cannot believe it! But She had to keep her composure in the large crowd of students, Rule number 1 for her: never act out in public. Of course Emilia's mother is more or less Poise in public; she’s bossy and rude to her workers. Almost as much as Rita Skeeter, ugh the way she bullies people and twists their words, it infuriates the heck out of Emilia to her core.


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She held her head high and mighty as she walked down the cobblestone pathway towards the Beauxbatons library. Reading was her favorite pass time, it was calming and relaxing. she pulled out her favorite story, stretching out and sitting on her legs to get comfortable. She pulled open the tattered leather cover and felt the thick grey page between her thumb and forefinger. She'd nearly worn a hole in that spot, and small tears in the top and bottom fold. The smell of musk wafted off the pages and gallantly pleased her nostrils with its familiar scent. It was comforting to be honest, nice to have something that was all to herself. Nice to have something of her own in a big wide world, it brought a pleasant grin to her face at the thought.

You need to add another paragraph to your role-play.

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[roxybean]

First Name:Roxanne
Last Name:Bean
Age:15
Appearance:Has extremely long golden brown hair that sparkles when the sun hits, half Filipino and white
History: She is an only child of the Bean Clan. shes not considered a pure veela.Family is middle class.
Personality: Roxanne is a bright and bubbly young lady.Always full of life embracing joy and happiness. she sings like a bird and her sweet voice fills the air.She can be a bit hyper but that's her charm being the hyper happy girl she can be.Loyal honest and true to her friends and herself. Music is her passion just like friendship is her fire.


Before I can sort you you need to change your name to your character's name. Also, add a bit more to the history as well as personality. Sample post also seems to be missing.

[ashleigh scott]

First Name: 

 Ashleigh

  Last Name:  

Scott  

Age:  

16  

Appearance:

   

History:  

Born in London, England on the 23rd September to Mark and Helena Scott, Ashleigh was the youngest of the Scott daughters by far. With three older sisters she learned the hard way how to share and make herself heard. She struggled with her individuality and always seemed compared to one of her sisters.

She grew up in a happy home, nothing really made her feel alone or upset. She was taught how to behave by her sisters, and how to respect by her parents. 

Many would compliment her on her upbringing and manners…but she wanted to stand out, not blend in.
Unable to really show or be herself, she pleaded with her mother to allow her to go to Beauxbatons Academy in France, instead of Hogwarts. Her sisters had all been to Hogwarts and she wanted to, for once, be different.  

At the age of eleven, she was sent to Hogwarts, no real reason was given other than it made sense. Although she was a bright pupil, and she made friends easily, Ashleigh still carried the shadow of her sisters with her. Every professor would comment on what had already been and gone, and how she had big shoes to fill. 

It grew tiresome and boring.

On her fifteenth birthday she pleaded to go to Beauxbatons in time for her sixteenth birthday, explaining to her parents how desperately unhappy she was at Hogwarts. This time, they listened and they managed to secure her a place at this beautiful academy in France. Nervous, but excited…Ashleigh prepared for what would be her first chance to shine.   

Personality: 

Ashleigh – although she may seem slightly reserved now – is a bright, bubbly enthusiastic girl. She’s always been good at spells and knowledge…if a bit clumsy at times (a lot of the time).

She is very loyal and trustworthy, however you don’t want to get on her bad side. Having been taught by three older sisters she knows how to defend and fight back with a real bite.

Given the chance to shine, Ashleigh will show you exactly how fun she can be, a really good friend in the best and worst situations, regardless being able to pull a smile onto anyones face.

She has her demons, as do many people. But don’t be alarmed if she doesn’t let you in on them right away, having a tough exterior has always been part of Ashleigh. She would rather focus on you and your problems over her own.

  Sample RP:

 Ashleigh danced into the hallway in her normal, bright manner. Her parents were letting her go to Beauxbatons…nothing could get her down today. She had put so much time and effort into getting everything ready, her books were all ready packed in the suitcase carefully selected by her sisters, clothes freshly washed and folded neatly ready to go, photographs and trinkets to remind her of home had been wrapped carefully and everything was just how she wanted it.   

Smiling to herself she headed toward the kitchen. Her parents were putting on a last breakfast for her, in just 4 hours time she would be on a train to France and to her new life at the Beauxbaton Academy.

Sitting down at her usual spot, Ashleigh glanced around. Her mother was welling up slightly; as usual…this happened at the start of every term at Hogwarts so today was bound to be no different. Her sisters were helping plate up the freshly cooked food for all to tuck in to.   

“Hey Ash, you all packed and ready to go?” her eldest sister, Lily, asked her, suddenly noticing that her little sister had joined them.
“Just about, I’ve not broken anything yet…for once!” She laughed, Ashleigh was prone to clumsiness, forever breaking, bumping and falling into things.
“Well, better let me or mum take over before something DOES happen!” Lily joked, winking softly as she placed a plate in front of Ash.

Taking a mouthful of food Ash sighed a small, content sigh of happiness. 

As much as she loved her family, and they her, it was a breath of fresh air to be getting out on her own and becoming her own person…and not just Lily, Kate or Rose’ little baby sister. 

You belong in Rouerie!

[Avery Smith]

First Name: Avery
Last Name: Smith
Age: 15
Appearance: Pale skin, dirty blond hair, big blue eyes, and rosy red lips.
History: On the 15 of October Tara and Christopher Smith had their second child, her name was Avery. She was the younger sister of Shaun, a football fanatic. Avery could care less about football, she loved the beauty of rhythmic gymnastics.
    Besides what their love of sports was she and her brother agreed on everything. Avery's family was what the neighbors would call simply perfect.
     When Avery turned 12 things went all wrong. She had been expelled from one of the best private schools in the country. It was not because she was not passing some classes, it was because everywhere she  went trouble would follow.
    Her family was simply furious.
    She was forced to go live with her grandmother and attend public school until she graduated. This all happened three years ago, now she is 15 years old. During the summer of tenth grade she went to go check the mail and found a letter addressed to her saying she had been accepted to a school called Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. This new school would be a chance to redeem herself with her family.
Personality: Avery was a girl who would always follow the rules. Without rules things are pointless to Avery.
    She is kind and sweet, she believes everyone deserves a second chance. She was taught to see the beauty in everything. With this second chance Avery will prove to her family that she is capable of being a well rounded student.
    Avery has a bad side and if you get on it she will be very tempted to cast a curse on you.
Sample RP: Avery sat down in the study to review the school manual for the one-hundred time. On the inside she was screaming with joy, she was going to a school no one in her family had ever been to. She went to the hallway to check her school bag and the time. She could not wait to get to this school to learn magic and curses.
    She want to the living room. Her grandmother was there reading the newspaper and drinking her morning tea. Avery checked the clock again three hours to go.
    She sat down by the stairs, her family was coming in five minutes to wish her farewell. Her grandmother sat next to her and gave her a hug. She smiled and butterflies grew in her stomach when the bell rang.
    "Hello Avery," her mother said sternly, "packed and ready to go?" "Yes mother." There was uneasiness in the air. Everyone just stared awkwardly at each other "Go luck Avery." her father said. Her brother just stared at the ground, this was going to be his first year at university. Then they step out of the house and left.
    Avery left the stairs and went back to the study. There little visit went terrible.
    Avery loved her family and she knew they loved her too but it was just so awkward seeing them. She couldn't wait to get to school so she didn't have to see her family for a whole year.

[Crystal Weasley]

First Name: Crystal
Last Name: Weasley
Age: 14
Appearance: Long wavy Ginger hair, Aqua blue eyes, Small nose, very light freckles, about 5"5'.
History: She was born into a family with parents who didn't care for her as much as her sister Ginny, a slightly older brother who is always eating, twin brothers who pranked her all the time and another brother who doesn't care if she was bitten by a werewolf he just wanted to work, work and work even more! she had two older brothers who she never saw after they left Hogwarts. overshadowed by Ginny, who was 'Perfect' at everything, Ginny was the family favorite, Crystal however was always very quiet, loved to read and was very good at styling clothing and hair, Crystal was born on June 1st 1980, she came out seven months early, a early child, her mother called her. She was only saved by magic, which is why she is always wanting to learn from her mistakes and keep her dignity even though, unlike the other weasleys, she is quiet and well-read. she was very close to Charlie and Ron before she got accepted to beauxbatons, causing Ginny to be Jealous she got to go to a french school.
Personality: Super shy, protective, bookworm, overshadowed, Caring, Not very brave, Selfless, Not Confident, Smart, Good liar, Louder one gets to know someone, Sassy.
Sample RP: Crystal Yawns Softly, Thinking About Family And How I Was The Only One Sent Here, Crystal Sighs Knowing That The End Of Her Year Here Is Coming To A End And She Will Have To Go Back To Mum Comparing Her To Ginny, The Twins Pranks. Oh My Crystal Thought I Don't Know How I Will Survive!
Crystal Puts Down Her Book And Softly Snuggles Into Her Bed, Softly Pulling her hair out of the braid and falling asleep dreams of her brother going through a trap-door caused Her dreams to become Dark.

In order to be sorted, you'll have to elaborate your whole sorting application. It's too superficial and the Role Play parts needs to be three paragraphs (minimum) long.

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[oliviad]

First Name:Olivia Rae

Last Name: Dragomir

Age: 14

Appearance:shoulder length, brunette hair and dark brown eyes, round face, a bit tan skin from living in California with her aunt usually wears Rayban glasses

History:Olivia was born in Belgium to mother Charlotte and father Erik. She had been a quite child and would listen to her father's every word, when she turned 8 her father left her and her mother for another woman. Her mother grew devastated and would lock herself in her room. Little Olivia resorted to harmong herself but when her mother's sister found out, she took them to California.

Personality: As a child Olivia has been quite and naïve but after her father left, she grew a backbone and became sarcastic and b*tchy. Olivia had grown walls around her that are very hard to shatter. The only thing that Olivia loved doing is writing, poems and short stories about girls that suffered the same life as her but got a happy ending.
After starting in Beauxbatons, in fourth year she got bitten by a werewolf and it changed her life forever.

Sample RP: I was sitting on the rooftop again. Watching the stars have become a hobby for me and I wondered if on one of those stars lay a girl similar to me watching the stars as well.
I felt creeks next to me and a presence of another person.
"Are you nervous?" Asked my aunt Clarisse.
" Why should I be?" I asked back.
" You are going to school tomorrow. First day of school, I remember how nervous I was, and I was going to a normal muggle school," my aunt was a squib you see, but that had not made her any less perfect.
"I am not nervous, it's not like anything is going to change. I will just be a lone wolf as I always was," I whispered to her.
"Maybe, if you let people in, you will find friends to open up for," she whispered back with a smile on her face.
I blankly looked at her and then fake smiled back at her, I knew it would not fool her, but I needed her to know I want to be alone.
I heard the creeks again meaning that she had walked away.
"Why did you leave?" I whispered into the air.
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You need to change your display name with your character's name first. Afterwards you'll might consider adding a bit more to each section of your app.

[gryffindorprincess12]

First name- Lily

Last name- Étoile (French for Star)

Age-14

Apperence- (Photo)

History- Lily seemed like the perfect girl. A perfect veela family. Rich. Musical. Beautiful. Yet no one tried to go any deeper into those saphire eyes. Just how the Étoile family liked it. Parents that argued every night, a jealous sister who did everything to get her in trouble, her father falling into dett, her brother was the only person that Lily felt really cared about her. But soon that was also ripped away from her when her brother was murdered. The Étoile family cared about repation-alot. But with a dead brother and her father suddenly thrown into jail Lily felt more alone than ever. A year later when Lily turned 13 her sister couldn't stand the jealousy anymore and did somthing that would ruin both or their lifes. 
Rosaline Étoile had always had some type of hate for her younger sibelings. She felt that the took her parents attension way to much. And her hate for her sister grew more when her brother died. Everyone knew Lily was closer to him than her and Rosa felt like everyone felt sorry for her younger sister and not her. She hated her sister, yet Enough to kill her? While Lily was sleeping her 15 year old sister crept into her room, pillow in hand. A sick smirk on her face she pushed the pillow down upon Lily so her sister couldn't breathe. Lily tried to scream and kick however Rosa just pressed down on the pillow harder. Desprete, Lily grabbed somthing with her hand-her lamp. "Smash!" Lily had dropped the lamp but the sound had been loud enough for her mother to hear and come racing in. 
Rosa was sent away the week after and Lily never saw her again yet she was haunted by the fact the her sister had actualy tried to kill her. 

Personality- Lily had always seemed a happy, outgoing girl with an anwser for everything and a smile in her face. Yet this was just an act. Every song she played on the piano might seem perfect to some else but seemed full of mistakes to her. Every beautiful song she sang that was loved by everyone, she believed people hated. Insecure and distant was how she realy was. Every time everyones eyes turned to her she was suprised that the didn't see her eyes flutering around, her shaking hands and her feet that never seemed to be still. Everytime she lost herself in a good book she still felt judged like millions of her sisters where there with her everywhere she went. Although Lily loves to play music and sing, she always has a place in her heart for sport. She loves the feeling of just forgetting it all and just consentrating on one breath after another although she knew that most girls didn't agree with her going out and 'acting like a boy' in her mothers words.

Simple RP- "Miss Étoile!" Lily snapped out of her day dream and looked away from the window to face the front of the class. All the stares were starting to make her uncomftable. "Yes professor?" She smiled as sweetly as possible. "I will see you after class Miss Étoile!" With that the lesson carried on as usual. Sighing Lily turned to her best friend; Milay. "Millll, I can't have a detension! I need to do that potions essay!" She moaned. "Lilllll," Milay mimicked. "Maybe if you paid attension you wouldn't have to stay behind and as for the potions essay we were given a MONTH to do it, thats four weeks Lil and it has to be in after dinner. After dinner." She repeated. 
As soon as Lily stepped foot outside the classroom she knew somthing was wrong. The normaly bursting corridors were completely empty with the exeption of Milay hopping exitedly foot to foot. Before Lily even had time to open her mouth to ask where everyone was Milay exitedly shouted "Theres a new student and she looks just like an older version of you! Blonde hair, same name and all!" Lily was confused. "What there is an older version of me called Lily?" Milay paused and stared at Lily, "What? No! I mean the same second name duhh! Her name is Rosa. Rosa Étoile."

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I love her personality. But to be sorted you need to change your display name into the character's name and add to your role-play in order to be three paragraphs long.

[issa hemmingway]

First Name: Issa Janey
Surname: Hemmingway
Age: Fifteen
Birth date: 29th March, 2000
Birth place: Oamaru, New Zealand
Blood: Muggle born
Residence: Montmedy, France
Family:
Jonathan Hemmingway nee Winters
Cora Hemmingway
Olivie Hemmingway


Appearance:
Issa is of average height, of average weight, and average features. The only thing about her person that could be considered pretty is her face; a rather rounded face, with a sprinkling of pale freckles, and high cheekbones. She sports a small, upturned nose, and dark eyebrows that hang low over almond shaped eyes. Her eyes are an unusual washed-out shade of green-blue, flecked with pallid yellows, and framed by long, curly lashes. Issa has a small mouth with full lips, giving her the appearance of being pouty, and glum. A soft jawline sits atop a long, and graceful neck, bordered by light auburn hair that falls in soft waves to the center of her back. She is quite average, and quite alright with that.


Personality:
She is the Innocent. Since a very young age Issa's family moved from place to place, country to country, and because of this Issa has constantly had to find, and make new friends, saying goodbye to those left behind. This lifestyle has afforded her many gifts; her optimism and enjoyment of life endears her easily to others, and the easy trust she gives makes for fast friendships but there are also hardships. Enduring such fleeting relationships, no matter how intense, has left her scarred. She greatly fears rejection, and the possibility of abandonment. It is why she always feels the need to say goodbye first.

She is the Lover. Issa works hard at her relationships. Not just with her friends but her family too. She does not believe love can be gained or given without hard work, and so does her utmost best to do right by everybody, and to please everyone. An impossible task but one she undertakes with vigor. The fear of being alone propels her to keep working hard to gain and sustain the relationships she forms. She will not give up, she will not let you down, she cannot; she loves whole heartedly. Her love is all encompassing and burns with a fury.

She is the Destroyer. She is reckless. She is uncaring of her own safety. As a child she had been careful, cautious. As a young teenager she is self-destructive. Her parents believe depression to be the cause, and put her on medication, and perhaps they are right. Issa likes to think she is simply daring, always pushing the boundaries. She knows of course that her behavior is not healthy. Her psychiatrist has told her as much. She simply does not care. Perhaps that is why she is so dangerous - because she does not care. She will keep pushing until there is nothing else.

She is the Jester. She uses her wit, her sarcasm, and her humor to hide her insecurities; her fragility; her mortality. It is not all she uses it for however. Issa also uses her humor to make others laugh. Laughter truly is the best form of medicine, and it makes her happy to see others happy too. She banters with her friends, and uses her wit to challenge the norm. She self-deprecates, and wields her sarcasm like a weapon. She is passion and fire when she plays the fool, and smirks in victory when she is the cause of jest. She is above all the Jester, always laughing.


History:
Although Issa was born on the South Island of New Zealand, she doesn't consider herself a local. Her parents Jon and Cora owned a couple hundred acres inland from a port town called Timaru. They grazed sheep, and looked after the few barnyard animals they'd acquired. Daisy the cow kept them supplied with fresh milk, and daily bumps and bruises. Double and Trouble, the two piglets, often attempted escape but never got very far. The orchard flowered during the spring, and died over the winter, always producing enough fruit to keep them the year long. It was a simple life but fulfilling in the best of ways.

This was the life into which Issa came. She enjoyed the short time she lived there; gorging herself on the fallen fruits, stumbling after Brandy the dog, and spending the nights curled up with the two cats Angus McTavish McTool and Nelson Horatio Snotgrass. At six months old her father left overseas to Africa to work in Sudan. Shortly after she and her mother followed him there. They lived on a small reserve for five months. Having no memories of the place, or her time there Issa cherishes the stories her mother tells her; they'd been in the marketplace when a local woman had asked her mother if she could hold the little baby, and distracted for only a moment Cora had lost sight of her baby and the local woman. As it turned out the woman had taken Issa to her family home to show everyone what a white baby looked like.

After Africa they lived in New Zealand for only one more year, before moving to Australia where her younger sister Olivie was born. The girls jumped from school to school, bouncing from country to country as they spent their holidays visiting grandparents overseas, and never really settling. They spent two years living in Indonesia, in the city of Kupang. Life was simple again. They attended classes with an American lady whose English was entirely different to theirs. The afternoons they spent in the kitchen with Nenna the housekeeper baking muffins, and arguing about whose turn it was to lick out the bowl. On weekends they played with the local children, communicating in a language all of their own, and once a month they participated in the local Hash House Harriers.

In the winter of Issa's ninth year they returned to Australia only to leave again nine months later. France was nice enough. They moved into a simple two story house in a town by the name of Montmedy, close to the Belgian border. Jon worked nearby on a local vineyard while Cora started at the Musee, giving guided tours of the old citadel every Saturday. The girls attended a local school, struggling with the language, and frustrated with the prospect of having to make new friends. Because of their lifestyle Olivie and Issa had learned to rely on one another entirely. They knew that no matter what they would always be together, and that was no likely to change. But then of course it did.

On her eleventh birthday Issa received a letter from Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. She was a witch. From that day on things seemed to fly by in a blurred rush until she was suddenly being whisked away from her family towards something she didn't understand, and feared. Her first year at the academy was surprising, eye opening, and awe inspiring. She made friends with other young witches and wizards of her age, discovered that she wasn't all that bad at magic, and learned to cope with feelings of homesickness. She wrote daily to Olivie, and once every fortnight to her parents. Holidays with her family became something of a novelty which she delighted in, and the years past. On her eleventh birthday Olivie received her own letter, and joined her sister at the academy.


RP Sample:
The windows were beginning to frost over the closer it got to September. The temperature had dropped mid August, and was steadily decreasing. There would be snow come October. The trees around town were shedding in preparation for the winter, and her father was working full time to ensure the grapevines survived the coming months. Her mother had taken to getting up a half hour earlier to light a fire to warm the house, and keep the pipes frost free. Breakfast that morning had been the usual affair of warm buns fresh from the oven, cold meats, and cheeses. Upstairs, sitting by the window, wrapped up in a woolen shawl Issa watched her parents kiss chastely before parting ways. Beside her a soup bowl of coffee steamed up a small section of the window pane, smudging the view outside. Olivie was lounging on the bed behind her, nose in a book.

Turning to her sister Issa smiled. Now that book lay open Olivie would not be resurfacing any time soon, lost in tales of knights in silver armor, and kings on horseback. Picking up her bowl she slipped off the chair and made her way downstairs, and into a pair of wellington boots. Making sure she had the house key in her pocket she stepped outside, and strolled down the road heading for the turn off to the Montmedy Citadel. She sipped at her coffee as she went, passing neighbors, and the local shops. By the time she reached the familiar terraces and walls of the citadel, she'd finished her coffee. Finding a nook in the wall she sat the bowl down, and continued on her way. The citadel was not much more than a tourist attraction but it did house the Jules Bastien Lepage Museum.

Although Issa had never been all that interested in art, and had only visited the museum at the prompting of her mother who worked across the way in the fortifications museum, there was one particular piece that had caught her attention, and now she visited often just to simply stand and look at it. Saison d'Octobre: Recoite des pommes de terre hung in the main gallery, in a simple walnut frame and was entirely inconspicuous. It showed a young peasant girl collecting potatoes, and although the subject matter wasn't all that interesting it was breathtaking. Upon seeing it for the first time Issa had fallen head over heels in love with the young peasant girl. She was raven haired, pink cheeked, and beautiful. Long hours she had spent wondering what her name might have been. At night when the house was still and quiet she'd test out each name she'd come up with that day, just to see how they felt in her mouth, and on her lips.

Tough decision. I think you'll do well in Rouerie.

[Evangeline Somel]

First Name:Evangeline
Last Name:Somel
Age:Fifteen

Appearance:Nothing special really. Brown hair, brown eyes, round face, kind of short and other average characteristics. She would never considered special or maybe beautiful. Just pretty. Just a pretty face among others. It hurt her but she would never admit. She made everyone think that she is okay with it and that is what destroyed her.

Personality:People misjudged easily. They would always think of her as the innocent, pretty girl who just stands there but she is way more than that. She is a smart, nature-loving girl. She has this gift of understanding what people feel and she knows how to help them because she has felt pain and it only made her kind. The love she gives is limitless and she knows how to bring peace to someone even though hers has never existed.

History:She was born on September 17th in France. She was send in am orphanage after her mother's death and her father's dissapearance. Life was hard for her since her first steps. She was much of a talker. She loved to communicate. She used to talk about the stars and the universe and how she used to dream about its wonders but the other girls on her age didn't seem to be as fascinated as her. Her only friends were her books. Years later she found out she had powers others didn't have and that's when she found out that her mother was a witch. And she of course inherited her powers. She overheard that she had an invitation from a school named Beauxatons but those who were in charge in the orphnage wouldn't let her. And that was the time she took an exetrmely crazy choice. She decided to run away. So she packed her belonging and left. It was easy to escape but then what. Luckily she somehow manages to find another witch named Annette and she finally lead her to Beauxbatons to start her new life as nothing less but a witch.

RP Sample:Now it's the time Evangeline has been waiting for. Is time to get sorted to the great academy of magic, Beauxbatons. Her mind is running. Se doesn't know what is going to happen. Is she going to find friends? Is she going to come through all those new for her classes? Or maybe is it going to be like back at he orphanage? Maybe she is going to end up alone again with nothing but her books and her thoughts. Nothing is predictable  and all she can do now is wait for her name to be called.

She feels sick. She believes that any time now her legs are going to fail her and she is going to collapse with the ground. She was expected to be nervous but not like that. She feels her anxiety rise up and sending chills through her spine. She hates feeling like this. A part of her wants to give everything up and go back to the orphanage. But a greater part of her feels different. She feels the excitement and the thrill running all through her body and a big grin is appearing on her face. She is so close she can run away, she cannot give up now.

"Evangeline Somel" a woman called and now Evangeline knows that the time has arrived there is no turning back now. She walks forward with little steps and a small yet unsure smile on her face. She looks at the woman. She has black curly hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes. The woman smiles at her and she smiles back. Now Evangeline turns to the people in  front of her and the sorting cloak is placed on her. And as she waits for her result she sees warming smiles and friendly faces spreaded to the crowd and this exact time for the first time in her fifteen years of life she feels that this is where she belongs.
This is her home.

[Amelia "Ammie" Starr]

First Name: Amelia
Last Name: Starr
Age: 13
Appearance: 6 feet tall, lean build, blue eyes, long blonde hair, very pretty.
History: Amelia Starr was born in a small magical community. Her mother left her with her father. She prefers the nickname Ammie over Amelia. Ammie has 3 half brothers and 4 half sisters. They all share a mother but each has a different father. Ammie's mother died giving birth to her last child, Eisabella. Ella has come to visit with Ammie, but didn't stay long as Ammie's sunny personality was more then the darker Ella could handle. Ammie is happy to attend school but misses her father from time to time. She writes him offen and returns home every holiday.
Personality: Ammie's personality is a lot like her father's. They are happy, go lucky kind of people. This has earn Ammie the nickname Sunshine from her sister Ella. Ammie is eager to learn and even more eager to help others. She is the kind of person that neither leads nor follows, but is always there to help. Ammie is very friendly and open. She makes friends easily.
Sample RP:
The day dawned bright over the little village. Ammie awoke with a smile and started humming as she got ready for the day. She skipped down stairs, greetings her father cheerfully. He was making her breakfast, chocolate crapes.
After eating Ammie and her father went shopping for her school supplies. They hummed and Ammie skipped the whole time. She fluttered from store to store, like a humming bird collecting neckter. When they we're finished shopping Ammie and her father stopped for ice cream just as they always did.
When they returned home they found a strange girl waiting on their stoop. She was dressed completely in black and looked to be wishpering with a snake. Although this new person was strange and dark, Ammie approached her in a kind and friendly way. (to be continued...)

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