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[jared michael parker]

FULL NAME: Jared Michael Parker
NICK NAME: Jare
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood, part-werewolf
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Durmstrang
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
YEAR: 2
MAJOR: Potions

PERSONALITY: The name is Jared Parker. I used to be a regular kid like you, with nothing to fear, no worries, or troubles. That all changed when I got bit by a werewolf. From then on, I had to worry if I was going to hurt anyone or even me for that matter when I change every full moon. Trust me, it sucks big time. Also my taste in things changed too especially the things I eat.

However deep down, I was glad that I was still me. At least some of my personality stayed the same. I was still the peppy jockey boy that liked most sports including the muggle ones. I still liked flirting with girls, although I'm careful in acting too wild. I still hate most green vegetables and made my mum clean after me. So I guess you can say that I can hid my second personality pretty well.

FAMILY: Both of my parents are pure-blooded folks. Lucky for me, I'm a only kid. I'm actually glad of this fact, for I wouldn't have to worry about biting my siblings and infecting them with the lycanthropey. I am also very thankful about how protective and supportive of them too as well. Without them, I would have felt so alone in the world.

We used to live within the pure-blooded area, but after I got bitten by the werewolf, my parents decided that we had to move to the muggle area. There no one would know what I was as long as I stayed in doors and had my anti-werewolf potion when the transformation starts.

It was hard at first, but then I gradually got used to it. But once in a while, my howls would be heard by the neighbors and my parents then would have to explain that our "dog" was acting up that day. That always made me super embarrassed the next day when remind me about it.

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.

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[kallie jones]

Full name: Kallie Jones
Nicknames: Kal, Kay
Age:20
Bloodtype: pureblood
Former house/school: Ravenclaw/ Hogwarts
House:Ravenclaw
Year: 3
Major: the dark arts/auror
Personality: I'm pretty easy to get along with, well unless you hurt me then you can rest assure I will hex your sorry ass into next week. But no honestly I'm not a violent person till you hurt me.

Don't try to change me I like who I am. I won't be something I'm not, what would be the point it's not like I care if you like me.

My biggest strength has got to be that I am beyond skilled in legilimens and occlumens, mainly self taught from books. While my biggest weakness is family, anyones weakness would be family if they only know half of who they are. It is something that effects me when brought up and is one of the only ways to make me turn violent .

I won't say I am pals with any slytherins but I will say that is on their part, I don't discriminate because of what house you are in. I would be happy being friends or more with any of the house
Family: I never knew my father, mother didn't like to talk about him. Which left me with this huge hole in my life where he should have been. It wasn't till I was older she admitted to me that he was married when she fell pregnant with me, he already had a son and when he found out about me he ran and never came back.

It was then I chose to ignore he even exsisted, I no longer wished he was around cause now I knew I meant nothing to him. He never wanted me

I was so excited when I got my hogwarts letter, but for some reason my mother didn't share this excitement it wasn't till I left that she told me he had been there. My own brother may have walked past me at some point over the years.

I began having private legilimens and occlumens lesson in my fifth year and up until I turned 18 I continued these lessons knowing that the skills I grew to hold would be helpful in my search for answers. I continued my studies at the university in hopes my brother would be there but no such luck. That brings me to now and to the future.
Sample Rp:

see Macy or Savannah

[jason draganov]

FULL NAME: Jason Draganov

NICK NAME: Jay

AGE: 20

BLOODTYPE: Pureblood

FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Dumstrang

HOUSE: Slytherin

YEAR: 3rd

MAJOR: Transfigurations

PERSONALITY: where to start, hmm how about my dislike for mudbloods? yeah I don't like them. I have been raised not to like them and that won't change any time soon now will it. I prefer a pureblooded girl anyday, friends have to be pureblood as well, I tend not to even give the time of day to those under me, although I will admit I have been known to have one nighters with those girls that don't quiet reach my standard.

look at me strength is all I got, I don't need a wand to fight my battles but it does come in handy, but most of the time my fists are enough to do some damage. I have no weaknesses. how could I everyone fears me.

blonde hair? brunette hair? why the fuck should I care as long as you know how to please me I'm sure we can overlook that, but yeah I won't date an ugly girl won't even have a one night stand with them *shrugs*

I have been known as a womanizer since I started at the University, and can you blame me with all these good looking girls around me? *watches a hot blonde girl* see all smoking hot

FAMILY: Mother, Father and only child (well from them together). thats it. fine if you want to know about my family, we are a pureblood Bulgerian family. yup one of only a few left now, they all seem to be breeding with muggles or mudbloods these days, you will never find me doing that. Can't say the same about my Father who has had mulitple of affairs with half breeds and what not I have God knows how many brothers and sisters out there because of him but oh well, as far as I care they are nothing to me.

that is all you need to know about my family and our history. so bye I have a nice little redhead waiting for me *smirks*

SAMPLE RP: 

see Macy or Savannah

[matthew arista]

FULL NAME: Matthew Roger Arista
NICK NAME: Matt
AGE: 20
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Salem
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: 3
MAJOR: Divination
PERSONALITY: Matthew Arista. That’s my name, got it? I’m one of people who you would call the school bullies. I like rough and tough. Many people fear me, which is perfectly okay with me. I really don’t need people to like me. In fact back in the States, people hate me so much that they were happy that my parents were moving out of the country to the UK, yanking me along with them.

So here I am in Hogwarts, waiting for people to hate me here as well, waiting to get kicked out of school again. My parents want me to change my personality so bad, but hey I’m my own boss right? I don’t have to change for anyone. I’ll change when I feel like it. But as for right now I’m me, Matt Arista, your school bully.

Okay I confess. I wasn’t like this all the time. I was once sweet, good, nerd like, and almost even fluffy, like a marshmallow. But it all changed at age 15 when a transferred guy started to bully me at school. Every day at school he would pick on me, telling me how much of a looser I was with my nerdy glasses, and arms full of books.

One day I just snapped. I went home and began a total transformation. I changed the way I looked. Begged my mum to use a spell that would correct my vision, worked out insanely, and most of all changed my attitude towards the world. No more mister nice guy. I was going to be just like that guy, maybe even worse and get my revenge on him.

Sadly to say, everything worked. I became the most popular yet the most feared guy in school. I got my revenge all right, but at the same time, I got kicked out of school for it too.

FAMILY: My family is... well it can be summed up in one word, FUCKED-UP. My dad is always not at home. He claims that he’s always too busy at work. Bull, I know that he’s probably out cheating on my mom. My mom on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care that dad’s maybe with other woman for she’s out all night, openly in another man’s arm.

Can’t you see how my like is like hell? In my nerd stage, I tried to do well in school just to see them happy. It didn’t do much good. They both still fought with each other and slept with other people. So as things progressed, I just threw everything away, decided that my life would be mine and I wasn’t going to work or do anything for anyone anymore.

What but surprise me the most is that it seems that neither one of my damn parents wants to get a divorce. Somehow they still cared about me, not for each other, but for me. I guess I’m the glue, the bond that still holds the two most incompatible people together.

SAMPLE RP:

see Alex, Taylor or Jared

[varien rythoria redwolf]

FULL NAME: Varien Rythoria Redwolf
NICK NAME: Var
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE: Muggle born/ Seer
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL:-
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
YEAR: 2
MAJOR: Divination
PERSONALITY:

Life’s to short to be angry all the time, so i am hardly angry- really some people have told me that they intentionally try to get me angry, it’s really funny. Hmm, well what can I say. I don’t really trust people, but i’m not rude to them either. I sort of love pressing buttons, i love challenging people too- it’s all so fun; some people call me a bit of a trickster...er or an annoyance, sometimes people get to angry at my pranks, or i just know how to press the wrong buttons the right way really.

I don’t back down from any thing I say, and i love to say things, some people say i can’t shut up- but really it’s because i’m not afraid to put out the monkey in the room...oh wait.. elephant in the room. Some say i’m a bit to courageous, or stupid- but then again there is a barely visible line between the two if you ask me, but that’s only because life is too short to not do anything- unless you die, but then again you could do stuff as ghost and stuff, i personally wouldn’t mind making big scary men pee themselves in fear, but let’s not talk about the after life.

I...am really a sad person, even though I hide it behind my smile, the majority of people though, they can’t see past it- which is good I suppose, i don’t want strangers worrying about me or anything. I like moving, parkour mainly, i put myself in gymnastics when i was younger, so i don’t really take in account of a person’s personal space, if you’re standing still.. that just makes you a good surface area to jump over, heheh, some say my personality is a bit too playful- but honestly..did you want me to sit in a corner and cry my eyes out? Boohoo, bleh... so not happening.

I like art, as you can see- even for my young age I have alot of tattoos, but in the muggle world.. i dated a lot of tattoo artist at a young age in all honesty, maybe it wasn’t a good idea, but hey- i’ll stick by my decisions, even if they are a fool’s leap of faith, and some have called me a big fool- but clearly, a fool does not know he is foolish.

FAMILY: I don’t remember much of my family actually, my only memory of them is them putting me up for adoption, when i had been younger i had a nightmare, my older brother had died a horrible death, when i told my parents the dream,they simply told me it had been a nightmare- the weekend after that he had died that way- murdered, i guess they had been religious or something, so i remember them calling me a “freak of a devil- child” before putting my up for adoption.

After that it’s a bit blurry, maybe they never cared for me. I had a series of those dreams, you know the ones that came true..sometimes they would even come to me when I had been awake, but I learned to keep quiet about them, one time, I remembered something was going to happen to the boy I had really liked at the orphanage, he would be adopted, and they would be terrible people, who did terrible things to him- I...really did my best to try and tell him that, but he’d simply punch me to the ground, allowing the little girl to cry, letting me cry..- and calling her a freak, ever since that day- I began to ignore her dreams and visions, staying quiet.

I never was really adopted, and i had been in and out of homes, I tended to stick to the rebellious side of life, you know, running from the police, smoking weed- doing bad stuff- I even got my twenty third tattoo when I had been fifteen, but soon all that life changed fairly quickly, i had been caught by the police, for stealing from a local convenient store- really it had been for the thrill, the rush thinking back to it, I don’t even like chocolate- and that had been some of the stuff I stole.

I very well expected myself to be put to jail or juvi atleast, but oddly enough.. i hadn’t been, a very old man had bailed me out, he had introduced himself as my grandfather, up until then i had thought i had just been a freak...but when he took me home- he explained to me that i had been a witch,a very powerful one at that,i had been what they called a Seer- and eventually i’d be searched down for my abilities, not having been able to go to school- the old man told me that he had use to be a professor and taught me, to his delight i had been a fast learner.

Unfortunately, through my years as a youth- i had repressed most of my ability, he had said- I had managed to close my third eye slightly, but with practice and mediation it would reopen, It’s been... odd you know.. all my life i had been a freak- it’s sort of like the ugly duckling story really, you’ll never be a beautiful duck, if you’re actually a gorgeous swan.

Oh and I also forgot, I have a pet cat- his name is Link, from a video game i use to play.
SAMPLE RP:

refer to Sythe Du La Tombes, or Osiris Maximus III

[decon brown]

FULL NAME:  Decon Brown
NICK NAME: De
AGE:  18
BLOODTYPE: Pure blood, Metamorphmagi
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Salem
HOUSE: Raven Claw
YEAR:  1
MAJOR: Defense Against the Dark Arts
PERSONALITY: Decon is a nice enough guy although he doesn't always seem to come across as such. He has a hard air around, as if he is about to go off at any time. However, once you talk to him you start to learn that he isn't as he appears to be. He tends to treat people with respect and isn't afraid to talk to people. Despite his brooding appearance he is actually an out going person. However that is not to say that he doesn't have a temper. Rub him the wrong way and you get an eye full of Decon's more vicious nature. he isn't afraid to get into a fight and stand up for what he believes in. He isn't quick to back down and can be extremely intimidating. He isn't afraid to threaten people and knock someone down a peg. 

Although he is intelligent, putting in the effort to study and keep his grades up, he tends to be a little dense when it comes to social interactions. Making friends and not coming off as trying to insult people has gotten him the odd slap here or there. He has never really been able to keep a girlfriend because whenever she seems to get mad at him over something he tends to brush it off. He is good at recognizing when girls are interested but he has no idea what is actually going on in their heads which makes keeping a lasting relationship extremely difficult for him. He is quite sensitive about his short comings and instead of getting shy he tends to get angry if someone were to point them out. His temper is always on a short fuse, very close to exploding at any given moment.

He is fiercely protective of his friends and family and will go out of his way to do anything for them. On numerous occasions he has gotten in trouble to helping his friends out with bullies by making sure they would never think about harming his friends again, usually with a good punch here and a nice kick there. He has often joked that "If violence doesn't solve all your problems then you are just not using enough of it". Granted if the chance arises, and he isn't already about to punch through a wall then he will talk things over. I just wouldn't get your hopes up too much. To sum up, Decon is a caring and intelligent individual who has a short temper and isn't afraid to use it.

FAMILY: Father: Fairen Brown
Mother: Gail Brown (Dead)
Step Mother: Diana Morgan-Brown
Little sister: Natasha V. Brown
Step-Sister: Lana T. Morgan

Decon grew up in London. His mother was an African woman who was born in South Africa and moved to England with her family when she was very young. His father is an England born magician whose family boast a long line of Aurors. When Decon was 5 his mother died in child birth. It never really hit him as hard as it might have hit someone who was older. His father was extremely distressed to the point where there were times he would even ignore his children. Of course after a bit he was eventually able to get a hold of himself, of course it took a period of therapy that lasted several months in which Decon and his sister were taken in by their aunt. Decon didn't return to live with his father until he was 6. His sister being 9 months old. After his dad had stabilized though things went back to normal, for the most part. At the very least Decon was too young for all of it to affect him as much. At this age he was just going with the flow. It wasn't until Decon was 16 that his father remarried to a British woman named Diana Morgan who had separated from her husband some 4 years prior. apparently there were a few domestic disputes in the household that was eventually solved with her husband being sent to jail. Decon had no problem with the remarriage of his father except for the fact that he now had a new sister, Lana. they are the same age and even went to the same school. However, they never really got along too well. Therey was always this love/hate relationship between them where Decon could never tell if she wanted to f*ck him or slap him, this only got worse when they started living under the same roof. Suffice it to say their relationship has not exactly changed since then and there is still the ever persistent tension between the two. His talent for Morphomagi manifested soon after he returned to living with his father. Tending to grow claws and change his nose into that of a wolf. His dad had never understood why his son opted for the more vicious creatures but since it was a talent that you were born with he felt it wasn't his place to try and  change it. Unlike with other children his own age, Decon, when being scolded by his father, tended to keep his anger in check, never lashing out. Instead he had a bad habit of sulking in the corner, until he was too old for it to look cute. As per the tradition in his family, Decon decided on pursuing the occupation of auror and is majoring in Defense against the Dark Arts.


SAMPLE RP:

Decon was walking down the corridor to the room he had occupied during his stay at Salem. Now that he thought about it he never went home very much.  Although his dad never said anything he could see in Diana's eyes that they were both worried every time they saw him. The reason he didn't like going home was because of this look. Yea yea, he knew his parents were concerned with his safety and well being but for some reason he never could get use to it. He knew he was quick to fly off the handle but most people he beat up had it coming. Atleast that was the way he saw it. He scowled down at his luggage, reluctant to finish packing.In the next few days he would be heading home. Decon came to Salem on a scholarship. His step sister Diana hadn't been so lucky and had to be sent to a different school. All the same, Decon had a hard time dealing with her. She never made any sense, and he was sure she was the biggest reason that he had very few girlfriends.

Whenever she came to visit, according to her, her school let out for holidays at different times of the year than his own, it seemed as if women would steer clear of him. Whenever they saw  Diana they almost seemed to be petrified. Decon never believed that Diana's school let out differently than his own. She was the kind of willful person to just up and leave one day and be back before the next. How she did it without being caught was a complete mystery to Decon. If anything, Decon knew that her school was no Hogwarts if they let her escape so often. Everytime she came over she confused him, throwing him into fits of rage as well as making him confused by doing things she knew he thought were attractive. She was a cold hearted bitch that always got what she wanted and he hated to admit it but she had the wits about her to what she needed to accomplish her goal. Not to mention she was sexy.

It was these kinda of things that made him not want to be around her that often. Thankfully enough he was acceoted into Hogwarts University. Diana had decided to take off a  little while and not go to school for a bit. Instead she was going to work in her mother's, Decon's Step-mother's, shop for a while before deciding what she wanted to actually do with her life. Decon always thought she looked best when she was tending the shop. He shook his head to clear his mind. He had gotten use to stopping that line of though before he even started. The tirade of conflicting emotions that followed were not something he liked to deal with. He decided that stop just staring at his luggage and finish packingup. It was going to be a long ride home.....

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[gemini blackwood]

FULL NAME: Gemini Zinnia Blackwood
NICK NAME: Gem
AGE: 21
BLOODTYPE: Half-blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 4
MAJOR: Potions
PERSONALITY: Gemini is one of those people you can't help but wonder about. People think she's a tad crazy but if you ask those who know her best they'll tell you she's just absent-minded. Outside of that whole debate, Gemini Blackwood is a friendly person and willing to talk to you the first chance she can. The downside to that is once she opens her mouth you can't get her stop talking.

She's not often without her face in a book. The books Gem carts around are not necessarily her textbooks but Muggle fantasy novels. Gemini enjoys most things Muggle...whether they be a graphic tee with a cat on it and a pair of blue jeans beneath robes or the latest song she's heard and will sing loudly in the Potions lab.

Her personality from the point of view of others is quirky. Gem's a curious witch and any potions recipe she gets her hands on usually ends up on the wall as she tweeks with it to get it to her liking.

Gem is seen as a tall and willowy witch with pale skin, bright gray eyes, and long dark brown hair. You usually see her in a variety of clothing whether it be the usual uniform code, loud Muggle clothes, or the traditional pointy hat and robes...that last part is a joke but a bit true.  A necklace with gemini symbol is  usually seen hanging from her neck as well.

FAMILY: Gemini Zinnia Blackwood was born on February 1, 1992 making her an Aquarius if you follow Divination. Her father was a pureblood wizard who was a Slytherin while her mother was a half-blood witch sorted into Gryffindor. She carries her mother's last name and never knew her father. Her mother raised her in both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds and when Gemini was 11, her Hogwarts letter came and off the girl went September 1st of that year and eventually being sorted into Ravenclaw. Luckily she knew about magic before leaving home and wasn't bothered too much. As Gemini grew up, she became more and more interested into potions until her completion of her primary wizardry education was finished and like many others, Gem was accepted into the University of Hogwarts with her mind on getting a potions major.
SAMPLE RP:

Gem blew at a strand of dark hair that fell from the messy bun atop her head. Her mind was not on her work today. Who knew that the dungeons could get muggy from working on potions? "Everybody's working for the weekend!" she sang quite loudly to herself, unaware that her fellow students were giving her glares. Who in their right mind would be working on a weekend anyway, Gem thought to herself. It takes away from the fun concept that the weekend is supposed to represent...what is that smell?

She snapped out of her daze and glanced at her potion. Befuddlement Draughts weren't supposed to...oh sweet Merlin. With quick thinking, Gem dived at the student closest to her and together they hit the stone floor as the potion exploded. The professor was on them in an instant. "I'm disappointed at your lack of attention today, Miss Blackwood. Ten points from Ravenclaw," he paused and looked down at her. "You should grateful that you'll be getting five of them back for your quick thinking. Clean up this mess."

Gemini flushed in embarrassment as the professor ended potions earlier than usual and flushed even more when a Slytherin student called out, "Blackwood's mind is befuddled enough without that potion!"

[baby walsh]

FULL NAME: Baby Walsh
NICK NAME: "What do you think?"
AGE: 20
BLOODTYPE: Half-blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
YEAR: 3
MAJOR: Transfiguration
PERSONALITY: "Hi there! I'm Baby Walsh, 20 years old and I'm in my third year at the UoH. Oh... That's not enough? You knew that already oh well... Well I like transfiguration, I'm really good at it, I guess that's my strength. I'm an animagus, which I decided to become when I was 18, because I never really feel comfortable in my own skin and do when I change into my other form.

I like cold weather, running and all sorts of other stuff if it just keeps me busy. I hate doing nothing, I hate (strong word, I have yet to meet someone I really hate) people who do nothing, so I guess what they say about Hufflepuffs being hard workers is true.

A turn on... Someone smart? Someone cute? Funny, everybody likes someone funny right? Yeah... I don't really know what I like, be nice to me once and I'll probably love you forever. Lots of people are always pretty nice to me though, so you can imagine my list of crushes. Am I done now? I don't really like talking about myself..."

FAMILY: "You want to know even more? And about my family? Well you asked for it... I'm the youngest of 5 older siblings, hence my name I think, my mother was probably out of names and decided to just call me what I was; a baby. Thanks for that by the way mom, you have no idea how many jokes about my name I've heard in my life.

I'm half-blood, like many wizards are these days. Two of my siblings are non-magical and go to muggle-university, it was quite a surprise that the youngest was magical again, after those two. My parents love them equally though, don't worry we're not racist. Not at all actually, my mom's a big fan of Dumbledore and still stands behind every word he's ever said. It gets kind of problematic sometimes, but I stand behind him too.

My older siblings? Yeah the three oldest are magical too, but they're all done with school already. Where they work? The ministry of course. Oh you might know one of them, he's the keeper of England's quidditch team. You want an autograph? Well, if I'm done now I can always ask him sometime. Kay thanks!"
SAMPLE RP:

Just like every week, Justin walked towards the very edge of the school grounds. The Owlery was a fairly big tower and the closer you got, the more screeches you could hear. He entered through the heavy door and tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness inside. Many pairs of various coloured eyes looked at him and he took the small stairs to go up a level. He needed to borrow two of the school owls and at least one of them had to be really smart.

He'd written the two letters in his hand today and as always he was quite anxious to send them both. At least he knew that the one for his sister would be answered. Even though he always felt like he was just bothering her with his letters, he couldn't help to keep writing them. He had to know everything was okay with her.

The other letter, the one for his dad, was a whole other story. There wasn't even an adress on top, because he simply didn't know where his father was at the moment. He did know that the man was still alive though. How? He just knew. He has to be alive. Every week he'd send a letter and got nothing back, but Justin kept telling himself that there had to be a reason his father left him.

Justin was securing the letter to his sister to one of the big, grey owls when someone else entered the tower. Justin hadn't expected to see someone here during lunch and, in shock, accidently hurt his owl, resulting the animal to bite him.

“Fuck!" He hissed and brought his hand up to suck the blood off his finger. He looked around to see who came in and called out. “Who's there?"

[matilda ida strassner]

FULL NAME: Matilda Ida Strassner
NICK NAME: Mattie. Matt. 
AGE: nineteen 
BLOODTYPE: pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Ravenclaw
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: second year
MAJOR: Arithmancy
PERSONALITY: "Okay, I am not your average girl... Never have been and rarely ever admit it. - Ever since I could figure out how a nimbus had worked, I was all over that like no tomorrow. It was just something that had caught my eye and interested me. - I guess you could say dolls and dress up was never my thing. But, playing with the boys next door? Yeah, that was more so my thing. Beating them down after a small session of them ragging non stop against me. Just went to show who had the stronger outer shell in the first place. 'Me/. - On a good note, I am not a complete bully. I'm a small girl. There isn't much to me.. But, I am a strong lover. I love everyone who deserves it and would give anything to a friend in need to desperately deserves it. Although fool me once and thats it. I won't ever help you ever again. I never ask for anything in return... so my friendship should mean allot to you. Jussst sayyinngg.

Hmmm. I definitely hate liars and cheaters. - Consider me a rare person being as I rarely ever date... must be something wrong with me.... - But, I have seen it allot with my friends and my siblings. If you can't keep a leash on it, don't let the bugger out. Simple as that; Oh, and forget the relationship you're in. It's a complete waste of time if you can't love that other person like they should be loved. -Oh, yes. I should also mention that I am very much a bookworm. I study whenever possible and try to better myself. At times, hell, I have a hard time with that. I am surprised I have even made it to the University. 

Yes, this girl can be a flirt (even though its is slightly awkward at first). But, I do enjoy having fun and pumping a few occasional drinks into my polluted soul and body. Who doesn't? It is what makes your younger days seem well worth it. Full of freedom and love.... Okay, that was the seventies, but surely you get my point by now. I can be outgoing, when I wish to be. I am far from a hermit and far from shy. I cane be loud and obnoxious; Maybe that could be a good reason as to why I haven't had a steady relationship in two years? Oh well. who needs em' right? -- I do have emotions, I am not a robot. Like any other woman on this earth I cry, I have depression, mood swings, and a heart. Believe it or not, it can be easily broken. So tread carefully... I don't do well with heartbreak. 

And that is where my, oh-so-amazing, anger issues come in. Piss me off and you can possibly break a bone. (On accident) I don't take to kindly to my own emotions being toyed with or my heart shattered. I can mend it quickly, but it will always stay in the back of my mind as to what you (or whoever), has done to me. I don't play well with that emotion. Anything else you wish to know about me? Get to know me. Simple. (:

FAMILY:
 Matilda Ida Strassner was brought into this world thank to her most loving parents, Viktor and Gabrielle Strassner. It wasn't fully planned, nor did they ever imagine having a child, but she was there. Six pounds of pure beauty laying in their arms. Little did they know they would have quite the handful on their hands. - Moving to England, Viktor and Gabrielle had wished for a better environment instead of Germany or Poland. They wanted somewhere close to family and friends, but somewhat in between. That was when they had found a home in Bristol, raising their beautiful blond headed child. - At the age of three was when they had discovered she was quite the spitfire. Always making a mess of her toys and playing in small mud-puddles that they didn't even know existed. She was her fathers tom-boy. Always trying to follow in his footsteps when it had came to Quidditch anything.- going to watch his games and such, cheering him on. - She was the definition of daddy's girl.

At the age of five was when she had truly discovered her powers making small plants grow into beautiful flowers. It wasn't too much, nor was it too crazy, but it was beautiful and Gabrielle was proud. She loved her daughter very much and wouldn't trade her for anything. But, being overprotective was their game. -- As eleven had rolled around, That was when Mattie had discovered her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. It was the best moment of her life. Finally, she was able to go to a school where she would fit it and make new friends. Not constantly be teased by the muggle children down the road. Even though she didn't quite mind them. But they were boys. -- Attending her first year was a breeze, gathering new friends and such. She had enjoyed it up until her second year; after joining the Quidditch team she found herself being harassed constantly by other teams calling her a half-breed, disgusting and much more. But, being as she was a little more intact, she let the stuff roll from her shoulders not paying any attention to them but fulfilling what she had loved best and that was Quidditch.

Paying as much attention as possibly in school, she found herself keeping her grades average so she could continue out Quidditch like she had planned, making her parents happy. She wasn't going to let them down. Not now, not ever. She loved them to death. -- Her fifth and sixth year was when she had really started to discover the male race and their beauty. Curious, she tries constantly to try and make them notice her but feels as if she fails horribly since she has had zero experience with them. But, letting that go, she continued focusing on school and her friends up until now. -Her seventh year was full of bookworm trying to catch up in her classes and please her mother and father. Pushing herself as hard as she possibly could, Matilda was able to graduate. Finally. - Passing on to her first year at the University, Mattie found herself moving along and leaving some of her friends behind. But, again, she was entering into a whole new environment bringing forth and assortment of new friends to attention. (again, even some she had already knew.) -Now entering her second year, she is finally able to decide what she wishes to advance in. Although, her partying days aren't quite officially over.(;


SAMPLE RP:

Paris France. A beautiful place filled with lights, different scenes, friendly caring people, and not to forget... a city for lovers. The sights were enough to bring anyone back. Oh, and of course, the food. It was a little taste of heaven there. The smells that had flooded the streets. It truly was heaven. -- 'Ohh, Cordelia. Come on, you'll fall behind.' The long haired beauty allowed her camera to fall to her chest as she glanced back at the crowd of people who had been motioning for her to follow for the past few minutes. But, she couldn't help it. There wasn't a moment to miss of this place being it was her first and only time out of the states. Class trip or not, she was bound to see it all. Her giant blue eyes drifted to her friend who had stood only feet in front of her. She wasn't ready to move on just yet. Being up on the Eiffel tower was something she would never be able to do after this coming week. Home was nearing far to soon. "Alright, alright." - Cordelia slowed behind them once again. Her glance now set upon something much different, and far more interesting; Patting her friends shoulder, she placed a long finger to her plush pink lips hushing her silently. With a simple nod, she was again separated from the group. Clearly on her own free will.

The sound of her shoes clicking the stoned covered roads echoed throughout the streets. Loud chuckles escaping her as she slid around a corner. -- If anyone had described Cordelia as a person, many would have spoke of her as free spirited. Always willing to wander and seek new adventures, possibly getting herself into trouble; As said, she was wild. Not wanting to cooperated with a few rules given to her form the tour guide. It was all new to her, but what was life without a few risks? How could she live and not tell her children and grandchildren she had adventured Paris alone. Finding new places and meeting new faces. Delia had dreamed of this moment for years. Her entire life she could have only dreamed to see the beautiful city at its best, and now was her chance. -- Stopping at a small river, she made herself comfortable on a nearby bench letting out a soft sigh of relief. It was something to have been seen. Slowly, she raised her camera focusing in on the tower that had stood directly in front of her. The lights illuminating off of the glassy river. She couldn't wait to show her mother the photos. If only she could have accompanied her.

Finally, the sun had set and hid behind the sky of complete darkness. It was then that every light in the town had shone brightly bringing happiness to the small brunette. More so a sense of fulfillment. Perhaps she didn't want to leave? But, yet again, she had to. Her family was back home. And her mother would miss her dearly. -- Pushing a few strands of hair back, Delia slipped off of the bench and tucked her hands deep within her pockets continuing a journey back to her hotel. She knew she would be in for a rather harsh scolding, but well worth it. She wanted to get out. -- Slowly, she continued through the dark streets of Paris. Finding herself to be alone, and this time, slightly frightened. Maybe she should have stayed with her group. But, she would have never seen the sun set. Nor would she have seen the beautiful lights at night. Of course she would have seen them from the hotel, but that was different. Tonight she had gotten to see them in person and out in the open.

Turning one of many corners, Cordelia found herself coming to a complete stop. There in front of her had stood a man. A rather large man who had been dressed upright. Her stomach twisted as she found herself stepping back slowly, trying to avoid him. But, with her luck it was impossible. 'Good evening. And where might you be headed off too?' Her heat sank as she had found herself backed up to the wall. Her hands trembling as the stranger had neared her. "I am headed back to my room, now if you will please excuse me I have to go." Quickly she darted around the man and took off on a full sprint. Her breathing increasing with every moment that she had looked back. WHACK! Coming to a forced stop, Cordelia looked up to what she had ran into. It was the same man. "H-How is this p-possible?!." The question maneuvered its way form her lips quickly as she tried to run again. But the grip of the man wrapped around her neck squeezing tightly. Eerie sounds escaping him as he breathed heavily into her ear. "SOMEONE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!" Her sounds muffled with his grip as he tightened slowly.

'Take her to him.' Take her where?! -Dropping her to the ground, Cordelia found it best that she didn't run. No matter what she did, he would catch up. Instead she sat there in the fetal position pulling her legs to her chest and holding her neck. Now was the time she wished she would have stayed. What would her mother think?! Lost in France! She would never let her go again. That was IF she came back alive.

[emilie bellamy]

FULL NAME: Emilie Bellamy
NICKNAMES: Emmy, Em
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE: Half-blood (father was a squib mother was a muggle)
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Beauxbatons
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: 2nd
MAJOR: Astronomy
PERSONALITY: Some would say I am a hard girl to get a long with. Know what I say to them? Go fuck yourself. Yeah I don’t take any crap from anyone, don’t like what I am like you can seriously just get out of my life. I personally think I am easy to get along with as long as your not an idiot.

I can be a bitch at times but only if someone starts on me first, and well if you do I would run cause I will make you regret it, I have had enough bullshit in my life as it is I don’t need anyone else adding to it.

I use to enjoy flying but I soon grew out of it, guess I only liked it because well it was different for me, I had never seen someone fly on a broom except for in movies and now here I was soaring high in the sky. But like I said I grew out of it pretty quickly and moved onto enjoying Astronomy.

I tend to look for older guys. Not sure why some would say it was a desperate need for a fathers love but I would say it’s cause they know what they are doing, if you know what I am talking about *laughs*

You want to know more about me just ask.

FAMILY: Paris, France I was born to my parents a filmmaker and an artist, I was brought up in a very bohemian life style. My parents thought that the devil was at work when I got a letter saying I was a witch, as you can imagine life went down hill after that. I was shipped off to school and left there all years round, I never received letters from either of my parents but I did from my grandmother from my fathers side, who took on raising me. She accepted magic into her life quite easily, turns out my father was the third generation of squibs. He never knew about out family history and magic but my grandmother had known and was ecstatic when she found out it hadn’t died out in our family.

I begun at Beauxbatons the September after receiving my letter and within a few days I had became an outcast in the school. No one seemed to know what to do with me, most knew I came from a family of squibs and they decided I was a freak that didn’t belong with them at school.

It didn’t take me long to change who I was, I became tougher wouldn’t take crap of anyone including those air brained veelas that thought they were better than everyone around them. I began dabbling in dark magic and let the rumours spread scaring them all so none would dare attack me in anyway like they had threatened so many times before.

Despite my history I was sorted into Gryffindor when I came to the University. I swear it was wrong but I do seem to fit in where I am and have not practiced any dark magic since I was at Beauxbatons.

And so here I am. Looking for trouble to enjoy my time with.


SAMPLE RP:

See Macy or Savannah