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[savannah jacobs]

FULL NAME: Savannah Jacobs
NICK NAME:  give me some
AGE:21
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/ SCHOOL: Gryffindor/ Hogwarts
HOUSE: Slytherin (explained in History)
YEAR: 4
MAJOR: The Dark Arts / Auror
PERSONALITY: I used to be like any normal teenage girl, happy always smiling, but when I was 18 it all changed, I became with drawn from the world, kept myself to myself . I prefer to keep myself to myself after what happened, I became darker and more dangerous after the attack as well as more shielded from the world. Since the change in my life I have became more manipulative, I will do anything I need to do to get what I want.

My weakness is people bringing up me being attacked which is understandable, it was a horrific time in my life. While my strength is my magic. I have always been a powerful witch which is why I know I will be a good Auror one day.

Turn on, well anything really although I won’t date below my pureblood status, so don’t evend bother trying it your below me.

Turn offs, goody two shoes, I like to have fun so if your scared of getting yelled at goodbye and and obviously like I said before anyone of lower blood status than me

FAMILY: I never knew my parents, abandoned on a doorstep of the couple that raised me when I was a few days old, all I had to know who I was a note which told me I was a pureblood and should be proud, it also explained that my mother was young, not even out of school yet and that she couldn’t give me the life I deserved, I guess I should thank her really she gave me the best childhood I could ask for and she gave my parents something they couldn’t have, a daughter. They already had a son who the had adopted several years before and was ten by the time she arrived

I grew up in the English country side with my parents, and my brother who was also adopted a peaceful life. When I got my Hogwarts letter I was so excited, and couldn’t wait to go and learn all things about magic. I hate to admit it now but I was sorted into Gryffindor house of the bold and brave, but I was only placed in there because the sorting hat decided there was more good than evil in me, God if that thing knew what I would become back then it would of sorted me right.

I made friends sure but I never fit in with them, I was different. It wasn’t till I was 18 I understood just how different I was.

It was the summer after my final year at Hogwarts and I had been out spending time with some of my friends like any normal teenage girls does. When they had split to head home, she had taking a short cut which she would usual take but this time she was attacked, she had no idea who her attacker was but she did the first thing she could think of and used the killing curse on him since I thought he was going to kill me. I hid crying. My father and elder brother had come looking for me and found the body before they found me. After explaining what had happened my father decided he would take the blame for it so I wasn’t sent to Azkaban.

When the Aurors had arrived, my dad claimed he did it in defence, for the man attacking me, he was arrested and sentenced to life in Azkaban, while I was allowed to be free. No one knows the truth except me and my brother, we didn’t even tell my mother since we feared she would hate me for it.

I now understood why the sorting hat had told me there was evil in me, he knew I had it in me to kill but never believed I would actually do it.

I tried to go on like nothing had happened but I found it hard and with that I finally understood my life and what I wanted to be. I wanted to study to be an Auror so I could defend myself In better ways. I became a lot darker after the murder but I tried to carry on my life even if I knew I had changed.

When I began at University I was resorted and this time into the place I truly belonged. I have found who I am since starting at the University, and although I work hard on my studies I do enjoy going to the parties on campus and at most of them will find myself in bed with some poor victim, and it will continue that way until I find someone who I want to stay faithful to and will be faithful to me.

SAMPLE RP:

Savannah sat on the edge of her bed in her dorm room, for the past three years she had lived in this room it had became home to her, a better home than what her real home was. Since her father had been arrested everything had changed her mother was distant from her and her brother, but her and her elder brother had became closer, they had never been close as children because of the age gap, while she was 21 he was 32, since the attack the two of them had became closer, always whispering to each other, on several occasions their mother had asked them what they were whispering about and they would have to make up some lie.

Her life had really changed since she had been attacked she lost all her friends which in her eyes was a good thing, well it was when they had started university and she was resorted, they pretty much turned their back on her, she didn’t care she was happy about who she was now, she didn’t care what the thought.

She took a deep breath as she looked around her dorm room, this was the only place she could have time alone, usually she would be at class, in the library studying or at a party trying and usually actually getting some poor guy into bed, who thinks he has a hope in hell of getting anything more out of her than just sex. It was never going to happen, they were always below her pureblood status or a different house, and she wasn’t going to date someone who was below her, and well as for being in a different house she was a slytherin if she was seen dating someone from another house it would be a nightmare for her.

She looked up at the door as she heard a knock “go away” she called out as she threw herself back onto the bed, something was shoved under her door and she heard footsteps walking away, she peeked over to see what had been posted under her door. Sitting up she went to investigate the piece of paper “another party” she smiled to herself “new year new victims” she had took to calling the guys she slept with victims pretty soon after starting at the uni, it meant she didn’t have to try and remember their names when she didn’t want to know who they were, plus they were victims she was only after one thing from them, sex.  

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FULL NAME: Pixiu East 
NICK NAME: Panda
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE: Half-blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: Care of Magical Creatures
PERSONALITY: Pixiu has been described as a very bright person, not only in her knowledge but in her personality. She is often seen smiling or laughing while she goes about her day. For some reason, it is almost impossible to upset the girl or bring her down in life. The only thing that ever really disheartens her is when she feels her work is not good enough; though she will never let anyone know of her feelings. Panda also has a strong love for creatures of all kinds whether they are magical or not. She grew up around all kinds of creatures only fueling her passion more. In fact, the girl would do anything for something that breathed. She would fling herself off of a cliff after a dying bird if it meant the poor soul might be saved.

Ms. East also has a passion for the outdoors, only naturally though for that is where you find these creatures. She hates being stuck inside and would much rather be spending her days out in the sun that inside in a stuffy room learning about things. Another interesting little tid-bit of information about Pixiu is her fear of heights and injury. She would much rather be so high up that falling to the ground would kill her than suffering through the pain of broken bones. In fact the girl goes through every precaution she can to avoid being hurt by anything. Often times that means she's reading a book and studying up before actually encountering anything. Though you won't see her reading unless she's outside or by a window. With all that hating the indoors?

FAMILY: Pixiu was born to two muggle-borns on one chilly spring evening. Her parents raised her on magic and showed her all of the beautiful things in the world. The couple owned a shop in Diagon alley where they sold creatures to new students. Growing up around all these caged and captured creatures set her mind in motion. She wanted to learn about every single creature there was in the shop and about those that were not. Her aunt took her zoos all over the world after finding out about Panda's love for the living things of the Earth. Her name became her obsession and soon it was just known that she was the little Panda girl helping to care for the creatures in the shop.

When Pixiu turned eleven she was shipped off to Hogwarts where she was placed in the Ravenclaw household, far different from her father who had been a Gryffindor and her mother who had been placed in Hufflepuff. Regardless of her heritage, the Ravenclaws accepted her and adored her love for knowledge. Though during her first years she began to feel useless compared to the rest of her house. While all of the other students were mastering the spells and succeeding she was struggling with casting the most basic of spells. She hated how stupid she was compared to her peers and cursed the hat, claiming it had placed her in the wrong house. Though in her fourth year she met a boy who began to tutor her on her spell casting. Correcting what she had always done wrong the spells came easier and a new drive to succeed arose within her.

While Pixiu loved casting spells and impressing her parents with her knowledge, her one love remained in the living. She could never stop obsessing over the little creatures that crawled the earth, soared through the skies and swam in the seas. She wanted to see them all and so after finishing her final year at Hogwarts she enrolled at the University, hoping that it would prepare her to travel the world and discover all of it's inhabitants,

SAMPLE RP:

A yawn was emitted from the young woman as she rolled over in her bed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around a humming Puffskein. Judging from the grip of the sleepy girl, one would guess the humming was the dying sounds of the creature as it tried to get Pixiu to let go. In truth, the creature was quite content with the death grip that would normally choke and kill any other creature. She opened her eyes and loosened her grip, staring at her little fuzz ball. With a grin she flung the ball at the wall and watched as it bounced back, catching it just above her head. The Puffskein hummed louder and Pixiu couldn't help but smile.

A light rapping against glass caused her head to look over at the tank filled with wild flowers. The sprites inside where trying to grab her attention for some unknown reason. Tilting her head slightly to the side she noticed the large hawk pecking away at the lid of the container, dangerously close to breaking in and eating her small companions. With a shout the girl jumped up and scared away the bird. She heard the wildflower sprites still screaming in horror at the bird as it fluttered around the room. "Get out Feather!" She shouted at she tried to push the bird out of the window though he refused to go anywhere, clearly enjoying the idea of sprites for breakfast. 

With a sigh and a final shove, Feather ended up on the other side of a shut window. He could go find sprites to eat in the wild, not tame ones. Pixiu looked around the room, it was a rather large day for her, she would start her life at the university finally. She had everything packed, well except Feather and her Puffskein but that would only take a matter of minutes before she would be on her way to the school once again to learn everything she could. 

[anastasia firestone]

FULL NAME: Anastasia Dawson
NICK NAME: Stasia
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE: Pure Blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE: slytherin
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: Care Of Magical Creatures

PERSONALITY:
I am very aware of my flaws, I understand what I am, and am not capable of. I accept myself for who I am, despite my imprefections. I do not judge others based on anything but how they treat people and creatures. People think that I am very closed off, or unsociable, for the most part this is true. I have seen so many terrible things, my family is responsible for most of them. I think that witches and wizards can be a very destructive and cruel species, and I prefer not to be influenced by this. I try to cope with my world by avoiding it as much as possible, but this is often a challenge. I would rather spend time locked alone with my pets, reading a book, but my family encourages me to be active and involved in the wizarding world as much as possible. They firmly believe that if we look like a happy normal family then everyone else will believe it as well. My family embraces the dark arts, and practice them often.

I don’t really see the world as good or evil, and I don’t define things as right or wrong. I do whatever I feel I need to do to keep myself safe and alive. I have a hard time making friends because of my many trust issues, however when I do make them I keep them for life. I am fiercely loyal, some might say to a fault. I am a survivor to my very core, and my own self preservation is always my number one goal. Except when I have a friend, this is my true weakness. I will always put myself in the path of danger before them. This is something I rarely have to worry about. Honest, loyal, friends are few and far between, especially for me. For the most part I run from danger and avoid putting myself in situations that I’m not comfortable with. I carefully choose my battles, and I will put myself above everyone else, and not once will I feel guilty about it. I was not raised to have a conscious.

My family hates my interest in muggle things, I love taking them apart and putting them back together. Their magic is so much different than ours. It fascinates me. My parents immediately destroy any muggle artifact they find that I have smuggled into the house. My crimes would be seen as tragic, but I only have an interest in their things instead of the muggles themselves. So I’m only seen as a slight embarrassment. I have found that I’m quite handy with their tools.

I’m pretty good at reading people, and I have an impressive poker face. For the most part people can never guess what I am thinking or feeling. I see this as a positive thing. I don’t look that intelligent and people often underestimate me. I’m street smart, but not very book smart. I prefer stories of adventure opposed to books about potion making.

I hate being lied too, and I never forgive or forget when I have been. When I care about someone and they lie to me it is the worst possible thing they can do. I never let my emotions show, but this is the one chink in my bullet proof armor. I refuse to let people see me weak or cry, but I will show my temper. I myself am a great liar, and I do it frequently, except to those I care about. This is something I take very seriously.

I’m not really a fan of authority, I don’t like being told what to do. When told what not to do I accept it as a challenge. I hate change, and my world is full of change so I’m always struggling to accept it. I do not believe in happily ever afters, I view myself as a down to earth person with a realistic view of the world. I’ve never been in love and I’m not quite sure what I would do if I ever had the misfortune.


FAMILY:
I love my family, I really do. I just do not agree with the things they do and the secrets they keep. My mother is a famous author she writes books on magical creatures. I feel comfortable in following her footsteps. I have had magical creatures at my home my entire life, they are something I know. I would like to help others understand these often misunderstood creatures. My father works at the ministry he plays an important role as somewhat of a liaison between the minister of magic and the aurors. He believes that his position will ensure that he will never be viewed as a dark wizard. Their lives are all about keeping up appearances as they wait for a new dark master to rise. In exchange they have good reputations and we live well. We have more gold in Gringots then we know what to do with, and rooms in the house that have never been used. They provide for me, and see to my every want and desire.

My brother is a year older than me, and he is following in my father’s footsteps to become an auror. There are more like my brother and father who are aurors simply so that they have power. My brother is cruel, and manipulative. However, he is still my protective older brother and I will support him. I do not have my family’s hunger for power and control. I hate authority, and I am no fan of the ministry. If a dark master appears then my family will have more power and more gold. I honestly care little either way. I do not like violence, which is probably why I am somewhat different. I have seen suffering and pain in the eyes of my pets, and I do not wish that upon anyone.


SAMPLE RP:

 When Anastasia finished at Hogwarts she had silently hoped she was finished with school. The long tedious hours spent doing homework that had taught her nothing and granted her with only a passing grade were over.
Her father had already agreed to fund her trip to Egypt to study dragons. She was already working on a title for her book. Instead the summer was interrupted with him announcing over dinner that he would be sending her and her brother to the Hogwarts University. Her brother was thrilled, he would be the first member of their family to graduate. It would mean more prestige. For the Firestone family, and more recognition. Anastasia left the dining room and went to bed early that night. She hated school, but of course her brother would be beyond enthusiast. He thought everything their father did was brilliant. He was an outstanding student, on the quidditch team, and it is an understatement to say he was popular with the ladies. He is everything she was not, and she should hate him on principal. However, she was somewhat relieved that he was going to be there. Her brother had always been someone that she could turn to and count on.

The next morning she woke up to her pet owl tapping on her window with. She opened the window and let the flustered little owl in. Moonshadow was a solid black owl with blue shimmering eyes. Her father had bought her for Anastasia for her first year at Hogwarts. He had said that the spunky little owl reminded him so much of his daughter that he could not pass her up. Moonshadow had been her best friend ever since. In many ways they were similar, and Anastasia truly felt that the owl understood her. When Anastasia explained that they were going back to school, Moonshadow’s head tilted back and forth as if she were really listening to her. When Anastasia finished with an exasperated sigh, Moonshadow flew to Anastasia’s shoulder and sat there dutifully.

When Anastasia began packing the little owl fluttered about the room, looking curiously at everything that was put in the trunk. Finally she flew down an sat on a thick stack of parchment as if to say ‘don’t forget this, you will want to write letters to your mom, and also give me an excuse to leave. I hate school, I hate having to live with other owls in a tower.’ Anastasia often wondered if her inner dialog was wishful thinking on her part, or simply that she and Moonshadow had such a connection that she could read the owl’s thoughts. She smiled, and dramatically positioned the parchment into her trunk. This seemed to please Moonshadow, and she continued fluttering around the room, apparently looking for anything else Anastasia had forgot to pack.

[alexander thyme]

FULL NAME: Alexander Richard Thyme
NICK NAME: Alex
AGE: 20
BLOODTYPE: Half Blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Durmstrang
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 3rd
MAJOR: Transfiguration
PERSONALITY: Hello the name is Alex. I am a very hot headed guy according to my friends and sadly my family. I love it when I'm right about everything and unlucky for me, I'm rather slow when it comes to admitting that I'm wrong.

I can an be rather bossy sometimes and have a tendency to overreact to tiny things. Having an older brother, I am always in his shadow so I work very hard to try and beat him in every possible way. Eager to get ahead in life, I always prepare well ahead a time, making me give of the impression of me being an overachiever and a nerd.

My favorite things in life to do is to paint and draw. Throw in a little quidditch and I will say that everything in my life is complete. What I don't like is blood and dirt. So I guess that makes me not able to become a healer like my brother.

FAMILY: Being a half-blood, I have knowledge of both sides of the world. My mum, My dad, Richard Thyme is pure-blooded wizard who went to Durmstrang. I have a older brother Johnathan, who is currently a healer at St. Mungos.

The rest of my family isn't really that impressive to talk about since my mum's side don't really like magic. My only uncle on my mum's side is the only one who accepts her for who she is. On my dad's side, they are all angry at my dad for marrying a muggle witch even thought she knows magic.

SAMPLE RP:

It was Saturday, two days before the new school year starts. Alex, feeling stressed for the last few days before school starting, needed to relax. He wasn't really ready for school to start yet, even though he was eager to learn more.

Knowing that there was always an empty classroom on the 7th floor, the young Claw hurried up the long stairwells and quietly slipped into the room. Pulling out a pillow from his bag, Alex placed it on the ground next to a window. Closing his eyes in just sat there listening to his own breathing.

It was peaceful, almost too peaceful.  Alex wondered to himself idly where everyone else was inside the castle.  It wasn't like this at Hogwarts this much so he was going to take advantage of it to the max. 

[taylor marvolo]

FULL NAME: Taylor Annamarie Marvolo
NICK NAME: Taye
AGE: 21
BLOODTYPE: Veela-blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Beauxbatons
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: 4th
MAJOR: Dark Arts
PERSONALITY: Well, I am in a way a very good nature person, but some what vain due to me being a veela.  I love making new friends and is very loyal and honest to them.  Despite being a veela, I don't use my charms to hook others into doing anything for me.  I tend to want to do things my way to reach my goals. However I'm not that good of a student for I tend to wander off when I'm suppose to be studying.  Many of my friends call me bubble head some times.

I love bright colors so I mostly shy away from dark and cold places.  One tiny secret of mine is that even thought I don't like dark places, I love the dark arts.  They make me feel so powerful.  My friends always teases me about having duo personality in which I can assure you that I don't have.

FAMILY: I come from a long line of veelas from Italy.  My dad is Italian with 1/8 veela and my mum is French with full veela blood in her.  Both of my grandmothers and maternal grandfather are veelas.  My parents met in Italy during a foreign exchange trip that my mum went on for Beauxbatons.  After getting married, they settled down in Italy but then later moved to France where they had me and my little brother.  We are still currently living happily in France but I decided to transfer here to get a different point of view of life away from my family.


SAMPLE RP:

Things simply was going well for Taylor.  Her hair was a mess, her clothes were muddy and she swore that her finger nails were chipped.  This was why Taylor Marvolo did not play Quidditch, especially with three other boys!  Why in the world did she allow herself to be pulled into a game by her little bother?

Tony should have known that she hated getting bruised and among other, dirty.  Taylor cast a look at him over her shoulders.  Just look at him smirking at her like that.  "Bratty little thing." She muttered fondly in Italian.  The young woman knew that her younger brother meant no harm even if he did like riling her up some times.

"You owe me one Anthony." She called over her shoulders, "Next time you call me over to play Quidditch with your friends, you might have to play me up front." Taylor added teasingly.  When a loud protest was heard behind her, the girl laughed softly and shook her head as she quickly walked back to the house for a nice warm bath.  

[osiris maximus III]

FULL NAME: Osiris Maximus III
NICK NAME: God- that has a nice ring to it. Call me anything else besides that and my name, and there will be an issue, got it memorized?
AGE: 22
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Gryffindor
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: Fourth
MAJOR: Transfiguration
PERSONALITY:

Where to start? I’m overall a perfect person, really. I love myself, not much a fan of muggles, cry babies or muggle lovers, if it was up to me they’d be a free work force for us much more powerful beings, seriously- how distasteful they are. For some reason not a lot of people like me, I’m perfectly okay with that, simply because i don’t need to surround myself with morons who probably couldn’t even defend their selves in a wizard battle, none the less a fist fight. After all, the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. I like fighting, I love conflict, without it...well there’d be no great stories, no tragedies to read about, life would just be a boring husk of peacefulness! How lame is that?

I hate a lot of people, and I don’t use the word lightly, I hate morons,I hate people who are overly happy, excited, loud. GOD, the list could drag on and on, really i can only think of two or three people i tolerate. Through out my time, only one person has caught my eyes really, her name is Taylor Marvolo, and to just incase any one is thinking anything, she is mine. My girlfriend, the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on, and if anyone even thinks about her,in a good way or a bad, even glances at her in a way i don’t like, there will be issues, big issues.

Around her..people are a bit more..tolerant able, i’m able to bite my tongue for the most part, I don’t quiet think she likes that I speak my mind constantly, and honestly i wouldn’t care, but she is who she is, she’s the only person i can say I honestly care about, I’d probably go insane without her, around her..i guess i’d call myself a bit of a soft spoken pansy, i don’t quiet like what she does to me..and how being around her makes me act- but I like her.. I feel as if I could possibly love her, but i’m too young for that, too good for cupids chokehold really.

I have to be honest, despite how much I like her, I also like to flirt- nothing else really. I like girls more then guys, I can’t keep a real conversation with them, that and girls are fun to look at in all honesty- and if I can’t keep a conversation with a girl.. well... like I said, they are fun to look at. I also really like quidditch, maybe it’s just the pure blood in me, but.. I can’t stay away from a good game of it, and good games are rare to come by, as said before most people..are boring to me, but honestly- few can amuse a god amongst men, ahem- myself.

FAMILY: Osiris Maximus II(Father)
Donna Noble(Mother)
Natasha Rose Noble(Elder Sister)
Tyler Derian Noble(Elder Brother)


I grew up in France, to say my family was wealthy...well that’d be a bit of an understatement, my grandfather, Osiris the first, discovered some rare dragon in egypt- and that pretty much set our family for a very long time, in all honesty I doubt we will ever be..i suppose the polite way to put it is peasant? Do people even use that word anymore? God, i hope i’m long dead before our family meets that fate- not like i’d let it happen while i’m alive. But back to the point, I guess cause I was the youngest, my parents gave me what I wanted, a lot of people call me a spoiled brat, but that’s just because they are jealous.

Anyways, France is full of beautiful people, I’ve always been the best looking even as a young child, and because of it- I met my childhood friend and current girlfriend Taylor Marvolo, her family had been from Italy- and all honesty, I liked how exotic of the thought was, she was pretty much my only child hood friend, as a kid, before I knew magic correctly- I got into alot of fights, and actually the school I went to, ended up expelling me for it. It wasn’t my fault everyone was jealous of my status, not to mention a few of the fights happened because rude kids called Taye rude names, or myself a rude name, i’m not a person to back down, despite my gorgeous appearance.

Growing up, I guess Taye always had my eyes, I looked out to her, y’know? I went to America for a short time, looked at the muggles- I guess I was about ten or eleven, I remember my father telling me about them, how stupid they were, how petite they felt about their differences, and I suppose if you look through some of those muggle born psychiatrist, my father’s opinions rubbed off on me,America was fine enough, they had this foolish opinion of their selves, as if they were the best of the best. HAH! If only those muggles knew, but as I said, despite their incredulous opinion on theirselves, it wasn’t bad- but I missed Taye terribly. Unfortunately when I came back home, Taye’s parents had told me that she transfered to Hogwarts, of all places..I missed her.. so I guess, since my father knew some people, I managed to get in. I wouldn’t ever tell her that she herself was the reason why I came to this school, I guess i’ll just tell her it’s because of their Transfiguration class or whatever.




SAMPLE RP:

What a beautiful day.

Hazel eyes stared over the open court yard, its grass a luscious green, owls could be heard giving their calls in the air, had it been mail time? That time of the day again already? Or perhaps it had just been for a few special cases, Professor Tombes hadn’t known of? The name had given her a beautiful smile on her face, Professor she, had been one..at the most prestigious universities of all times. Sythe Du La Tombes, she had been a Wizarding Professor...her something that she thought she never could be..but here she was. Her eyes scanned over the beautiful, old building. The stone a slate gray, but it made her- and she was sure the students in it also, feel secure..safe. Her hair had been down on such a lovely day, the ebony locks long and reaching to her shoulder blades, she would have normally kept it up, but seeing as she hadn’t had class today- she had no need to keep it up, it wasn’t as if she was going to have a magical duel any time soon- no matter how exciting it would be.

Being here had been excitement enough, she would have been curious to how many RavenClaw students there would be. Her eyes had been glistening with curiosity, that anyone would be able to see from a mile away, her own mind busy with excited thoughts, of teaching someone to be able to defend their selves, but not only that..but peers looking towards her with such knowledge, she moved across the courtyard, to anyone- it would appear this young lady could be a student, no wrinkles on her skin, her silky robe dragging on the ground after her, she had heels on- Sythe did always enjoy her heels, she could run full speed in them if she needed too, stopping in the middle of the courtyard. She paused, and for a moment her eyes held almost an eerie glare about them, as she tilted her head slightly, to look up to the sky, beautiful white clouds lazily drifted across the blue sky.

She would grip at her robes, showing a royal blue on the inside of them, such blue had only made the woman seem not only beautiful- but also seemed to show which House she supported- which house she had been head of- Ravenclaw. She would move to sit on a small cobblestone wall, flowers and perhaps other herbs had been growing behind her, her eyes slowly glancing over them, too the untrained eyes- Sythe would appear to be daydreaming, however to the trained eyes could tell, that the woman had a clear understanding of her area, choosing the ledge closest to the back of the courtyard, able to see anything incoming or leaving, her back to the wall of the building.

Perhaps she didn’t care to seem, observant- or perhaps this had been her version of being relaxed or at peace- what else could a person expect from the teacher who taught,Defense Against the Dark arts, a soft sigh would escape past her lips, exhaling any tension that would be caught inside her- however the excitement had been forever hopping around in her stomach, creating butterflies. Her eyes slowly looked down,her smile didn’t seem to falter.

Welcome to Hogwarts.


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[aizawa kenichi]

FULL NAME: Aizawa Kenichi
NICK NAME: Ken
CURRENT AGE: 127
APPEARANCE AGE: 23 
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Mahoutokorou
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: 3rd
MAJOR: Potions
PERSONALITY:
He was once a pleasant boy with good brains and manners. A normal kid he was. After the mass murder of his entire family, he became an introvert. The fact that he became a newborn vampire was torturous for a young child but he struggle to keep it a secret. The vampire he wishes to kill was already dead and leaving him with no will to live. He attempted to starve himself to death but he ended up paying a hefty price. Ever since then, he always made sure to have a pack of emergency blood supply nearby. Upon the discovery of a much complicated truth behind the mass murder, he went hysterical. 

His personality changed drastically. His theory? To capture such a twisted person, one must be more twisted than that. 

Summary: Ambitious | Two-face | Cunning | Mysterious | Easily bored | Manipulative |

FAMILY:
No one knows the real truth of the Aizawa family. Heck! They are not even sure if Aizawa Ken is his real name. The story that circulates around this time is that he is an orphan kid who is left with a huge inheritance by his deceased parents. They died in a tragic car accident when he was in elementary school. He lives of on the inheritance alone.

The only truth is that he is an orphan.  Ken's entire family was killed by a wild vampire going on a rampage from blood lust and he was the only sole survivor. The survivor that unfortunate inherited the bloody curse of immortality and tragic ends. Death was certainly laughing at him. The vampire that attacked was eventually captured and killed. It ended (or so he thought). No revenge but a new cursed life was given.

He continue on as a good vampire until a shocking discovery was made. The vampire that attacked was part of a twisted plan by another vampire. 

SAMPLE RP:

A young Japanese boy was making his way nonchalantly through the crowded King Cross Station. The boy was mumbling under his breath until he reached a plain looking pillar. It was just like every other pillar he had passed but this particular one was special. As a group of tourist passes by, he disappeared through it.

The white hot steam of the train and the loud chattering of people in terrible muggle fashion greeted him. Platform 9 ¾ was crowded as always especially during the start of the term and the end. As a matter of fact, it had been like this for the past century every since this platform was build. He turned to look at the station's clock to find himself dreadfully early. Despite the time, it was already crowded although the train's compartment still looked relatively empty. He decided to make full use of the opportunity and get on the train first to have the advantage to picking whichever empty compartment that he liked. Besides, he don't have any family members to see him off. They were all far too busy and he was far too old to have a teary dramatic farewell.

He pushed and pulled his way through the crowd while muttering his apologies for any unfortunate foot to get rolled upon. Once settled down in an empty compartment, he looked out of the window. Mothers listing out the school stuff while kissing them. Fathers stood next mothers looking proud and giving words of advice and some warning to those mischievous ones. Older students were happily exchanging their holiday stories and juicy gossips.

His watch showed that it was still very early as he yawned, turning his attention to observe the first years. A perfectly accepted magical culture and perhaps a tradition where all mothers yelled after their children to make sure all their school things were taken. Everyone was extremely noisy to the extend that every conversation had to be done by shouting. Without realizing, he had fallen asleep and only to be awaken by the sudden shuddered of the train marking the starting of their little journey towards the other end of the trail. The compartment door slide open and turned to find a student standing there with a luggage behind him/her.

"May I join you?"

[jang jin ah]

FULL NAME: Jang Jin Ah
NICK NAME: Jin Ah, Nana
AGE: 20
BLOODTYPE: Muggleborn
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Mahoutokoro
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 3rd
MAJOR: Transfiguration
PERSONALITY:

Definitely not your dumb blonde (hair dyed). The proof is her instant sorting into the house of smarties – Ravenclaw. Being a muggleborn, she is smart in her own rights but still works extra hard to be on par with those who had lived all their life around magic. She is a bit jealous about her younger muggle sister for having the opportunity to take the role of the proud daughter. Being a witch, her parents are limited to what they are allowed to expose despite how brilliant Nana is. 

The twenty year old Korean is extremely competitive. She extremely hates losing despite how silly the bet or competition is...if you know how to get that competitive part of her running. She may be an eye catching bookworm but rub her the wrong way and you'll find yourself either smarter or dumber under her transfiguration skills because she's secretly a sadist.

Summary : | Intelligent | Witty | Vain | Sadist | Independent | Reliable | Competitive | 

FAMILY:

Standing at an impressive 5 feet 7 inches is the blonde beauty, Jin Ah or more fondly known as Nana. She comes from a family of muggles. The only wizarding relative that she managed to dig out from her dusty ancient family tree is her great grandmother who was once an intellectual beauty of her time. Nana is the eldest of the two Jang sisters. Her younger sister, Jang Ji Yoon is a muggle. 

Nana is the perfect daughter that her parents could never proudly flaunt to their friends, relative or even a random stranger because she is a witch. When questions about her education and job arises, her parents could only give a limited and well trained answers. Ji Yoon on the other hand is also smart and pretty in her own right, a possible muggle version of her. This caused a bit of jealousy and bitterness against her younger sister although she never show it. She too wish to be a daughter that her parents can proudly shout out even on the busy streets of Seoul. Due to this, she had been silently and slowly trying to break away from her family. Giving them the illusion of a three member family rather than a four. 

The twenty year old is an alumni of Mahoutokoro, Japan. Thus, she is perfectly capable in conversing in her native tongue as well as Japanese and English. Being a muggleborn from the East, grades were far more important than the purity of ones blood and wealth comes in second. Education in the East has always been fierce regardless of the wizarding or non wizarding folk. They look at nothing but one's grade. After all, grades and achievements are the best stepping stone into the vast and brighter future. 

After graduating, she decided to study overseas for no particular reason and here she is in University of Hogwarts with an itch to major every subject offered just because she can. 

SAMPLE RP:

'Bathroom? It's just down the corridor.'

'Well there's one on the second floor but...'

'Bathroom again? Up the stairs...turn left...walk further down and you'll see it.'

'The bathroom is right behind you...idiot...'

Giving direction as to the location of the nearest lavatories to every possible student she met. That pretty much summed up the young Ravenclaw's day. Nana have no idea what happened to the supposedly wonderful day called 'today'. The weather had been lovely all morning with a gentle breeze carrying the faint smell of experimental magic either gone astray or successful. However, the today seemed to have gone just plain weird. It was as if the entire population of the school had decided to get their memories on the location of every lavatories removed. Or did everyone that she had came across felt like relieving themselves the moment they set eyes on her? She hoped it did be the former. 

'Excuse me...'

'Yes yes the girl's bathroom is right up those stairs on your right.' Nana automatically explained the path without checking to make sure whether the student would had wanted to get directions to the bathroom. If the last ten or more student had been asking the exact same thing, it was expected. 'Just don't go into the one on the second floor.' She cautioned the student who was still trying to finish her sentence before Nana made her way hurriedly to the lake. She wanted to get some fresh air.

'Erm...' A tug at her robes behind her, stopping her in her path. It was most definitely the student. 'For goodness sake I'm not a nanny!' Mentally screaming as she closed her eyes and took in good lungful of air. She turned to face the student with one of her polite smiles. 'Yes?'

[tira dewitt]

FULL NAME: Tira DeWitt
NICK NAME:N/A
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE: Half Veela 
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL:Beauxbatons Academy of Magic
HOUSE:  Gryffindor
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: Defence against the dark arts.
PERSONALITY:Loves music, martial arts, gymnastics, 

FAMILY: Born to a Veela mother and a pureblood father Tira has been told from an early age that she is destined from greatness. Tira loves the music of the muggles, especially bands and artists that invoke a deep emotion within her, much to the dismay of her parents. Due to her Veela blood from her mother her father insisted she take martial arts and so she did she learned ancient martial arts of China, Siam, and Japan. She became so enthralled in the martial arts she began competing to a point where her family thought she wouldn't attend school. If Tira had her way she would never have. She can be somewhat vain and will play on her looks a little more then she should. 

SAMPLE RP: 

 Her heart felt like it could not beat, but it could still break break; and her soul screamed in pain as she saw her family scatter her grandfather's ashes windblown before her mother and father began a worldwide Journey Tira however returned to France She stood 
Looking at her grandfathers home no longer a home once again a house, shuttered and empty, the garden neglected and the roses no longer in bloom. The for sale sign was like a dagger through her gut.

She had tried so hard to cope, too! Tira fumed to herself as she produces an ornate key from her coat pocket. She held her breath as the lock clicked open a d as the raw and terrible emotions coursed through her. Guilt, horror, self-loathing, and worst of all. Fear. 

What would she do without him?

The air was thick with the smell of dust, nobody had cleaned since his passing. Why would they? She felt the all to familiar sting of tears threatening to fall from those hazel orbs, her eyes once so magnetic now just seemed empty

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[lauran kipling]

FULL NAME: lauran chrissy kipling
NICK NAME: LC
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE: muggleborn
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: ravenclaw, hogwarts
HOUSE: ravenclaw
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: transfiguration
PERSONALITY: "My name is Lauran and yes I know it's spelled weird, but it's something my parents did on purpose so go and ask them. I'm a Ravenclaw, so don't come to me with any 'dumb blonde' jokes you got, I'm much smarter then you think. I'm pretty independent, but love to be around people at the same time. I like reading, dancing and singing and my strenght is probably Transfiguration, which is my major. I'd actually like to major The Dark Arts, but I'm just not that good at it... A personal tutor would be nice. I hate it when people judge me for my blood status, so I never really tell anyone I'm a muggleborn. A turn on? Are you for real? Well ehm... I actually always seem to have a cliché weakness for bad boys. Which is horrible, because most of the time they're Slytherin and don't like me being a muggleborn. So I've never really had any luck with love or something. Done now?"

FAMILY: "So, my parents are muggles... I obviously don't have a problem with that, but a lot of people still do, which I find really weird. This is the reason that I never tell anyone about my bloodtype, unless I'm specificly asked, I'm not a liar after all. I'm an only child and grew up in the beautiful city London. When we found out I was a witch it made a lot of sense and I'd never been as happy in my life. I'll never forget the moment I went to the Diagon Alley for the first time, that was the moment when everything got... real I guess. I was sorted into Ravenclaw and I'm still rather proud of that, especially since I'm a muggleborn and when I used to get a lot of shit for being a 'dumb blonde' when I was younger. I'm an only child... Nothing more to say about my family or anything like that."
SAMPLE RP:

Golden rays of sunlight entered the dorm when Skye woke up. She loved sleeping in, which is one of the big reasons she loves the first week at the University before classes start. Summer is ending, but the weather is still amazing and with a quick look out of the huge window next to her bed, Skye decided to go for a swim. She quickly gathered a towel and some sunglasses, rushed into her pastel coloured bathing suit and ran out of the empty dorm she was supposed to be sharing.

Another reason why she loved the week before classes started; not everyone has arrived yet, which gave Skye all the room she wanted… everywhere on campus. No standing in line for a morning coffee, no annoying questions from people who don’t know where to go or just simply want to bother her with their life. Rest.

Walking over the freshly mowed grass on campus, Skye could already see the lake up ahead and smiled to herself when she saw no one was there yet. She always enjoyed being at the lake, even with other people there, but it’s always better when there’s not some lovesick couple splattering around while you’re trying to enjoy… the nature? Yes, Skye isn’t a Care for Magical Creatures major for nothing. She knows she should take better care of herself too, but the firewhiskey bottle last night had been there and she’d an incredible night all by herself. Don’t see a lot of people doing that by themselves nowadays.

Finally her bare feet touched the cool water, morning sun heating up the rest of her skin, and Skye let out a deep sigh. She wished that she would’ve brought some sort of tube or some other floating device. It would actually be great to be on the water and smoke a cigarette—

“Fuck!” Skye called out and looked back at the school she just left. Would it be worth it to go back? Skye let out a grunt and shook her head, splashing the water with her foot out of frustration. “How can I forget those, just… Damn!”