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[lucien markus leroux]

FULL NAME: Lucien Markus Leroux
NICK NAME: Luci (Only his family dares to taunt him with such a name)
AGE: 21
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Slytherin (Hogwarts)
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: 4^th
MAJOR: Charms
PERSONALITY:

Some would say that I am not a very likeable person. They might be right about me but then again what would they know? I tend to be withdrawn or so they say, most of my personality is only known to me by what other people think I don't hear. I don't strive to fit in with those around me, I strive to rise above them. I want greatness, I wish to be the best, and I wish to conqueor the world. I am very single minded, I pursue what I want relentlessly and nothing can stop me. I suppose you want to hear about some things I like though? Yes, I imagine you would. I love to create and practice new spells. Unfortunately for others I get a kick out of tormenting those who cannot or will not defend themselves, I guess that makes me a douchebag.

Dislikes? Cowardice, people who are bumbling morons, the list is almost endless. I have no tolerance for those who are not like me in their pursuit of life. Only people who match my stride and paticular talents are worthy of calling themselves friend in my world. I am turned off by woman who throw themselves at men, who feel the need to display everything to try to draw us in. Use your mind, if you cannot attract someone with that you may wish to rethink your life. I cannot stand other people who are arrogant either, I am the only ego that is allowed to fill one room, I tend to clash with others who are like me of the male persuasion. I am also told that I can be manipulative, this I am well aware of. I love to play mind games, ruin others lives, and bend people to my will.

FAMILY: I was born to a pureblood family in France, though I attended Hogwarts. My parents did not wish for me to attend Hogwarts originally but I had a bit of an issue with the folks at Durmstrang. It seemed that I was simply too much to handle and Hogwarts was the only school willing to deal with me. I have a habit of getting myself into trouble, I am not trying to be anyones pet. Most people fear that I will grow up to resemble what many knew Death Eaters to be. I say I could not be more thrilled, bring it on! My family was a supporter of Voldermort and would gladly advance his cause if Aurors were not so quick to stop dark wizards in this terrified new world of sheep.

Other than that there is not much to say. I have siblings, two younger sisters to be exact. I do not care for them nor would I wish to see them harmed. I have a strange relationship with my family. Some might say we are a family of sociopaths, they might be right. I have no real attachment to those around me other than my feigned interest yet that seems to draw more people to me. My father works for the Ministry though I am not allowed to say in what department and my mother is a lazy old shrew who lives off of my fathers money. Yes, quite the loving son, I know.

SAMPLE RP:

See Aurore Tsosie and Peyton Lovelace

[annaliese cynthia osborne]

FULL NAME: Annaliese Cynthia Osborne
NICK NAME: Annie
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE: Pure Blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Ombrelune/Beauxbatons
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
YEAR: 1
MAJOR:Charms

PERSONALITY: It is most unfortunate that I had to leave the illustrious Beauxbatons Academy of Magic . I want to do well enough in my studies to become a snatcher or Auror. I feel that there is rush since I have only a few more years until graduation. I need to set my mark on the marvelous world not only as a woman but a woman with power and ambition. My number one goal is to be happy. Not that I'm not happy now but a bored woman is something truly unsightly and a blotch to the wizarding word. The possibilities for someone such as me are truly endless.

As an adult, I'd like to do a lot of what I've mentioned already but I'd also like to change the world and be in a position to use my beloved wand. My family is of greatness and so shall I, there is no question it simply must be done. The females of my family are woman of ambition and creativity. If one such as me didn’t live up to that standard what hope would the world have! . My family is wealthy, however it is not my wealth, I want my own mark , my own worth, no man shall dictate my worth or my income. *sigh* With, intelligence, power, and wealth it’s a shame I’m not older. C’est le vie.

Annaliese likes power, the ability to wield it with finesse and grace is of the utmost importance. She enjoys learning and ponders long and hard about what classes to take such moves take calculation. Miscalculation leads to misfortune, and an unfortunate woman is truly disgusting. Architecture, dueling, and magic are her fascinations. She loves to be around others, if not only to be seen but for reputation, after all it’s everything. She also has a soft spot for those with afflictions that have drastic effects such as lycanthropy and vampirism. Something she hates with a passion would be weak , fragile women, there is something that is to be said about a woman with power and the ability to wield it. There is something completely sexy about it. There is no need to put others down, other’s simply pale in comparison to her, there is no competition only Annaliese. Other things she dislikes are simply minded people. Women that act retarded for the sake of attention. Above all else a weak man is simply abhorrent.

FAMILY: Annaliese was raised in the bustling city of Marseilles to William and Ebony Osborne. An average family of five, they were happy, living in the city but Ebony always ambitious always wanted more. Ebony, unable to unable to find contentment, grew cold distant and Annaliese went from being innocent to unruly and willful. Annaliese believed that since her mother wanted more possessions that she didn't love her, and with that sad thought, she turned cold and unfeeling. The ambition was evident but it was being channeled into something truly wicked, something not all together feeling. The feelings carried on into her Beauxbatons acceptance. She ended up bulling others and becoming quite the terror. Annaliese twisted nature was only rivaled by her beauty.

Growing up as the youngest of three she found the need to compete, her stunts often landed her older sisters in trouble or injured. Her father spoiled her rotten as much as he could with the money he earned from his fire whiskey industry and each birthday she received anything she asked for, which was something more expensive than the last. Along with what she asked for, her mother included scolding and harsh remarks, often using tactics she used to bully and get her way with her husband. Her time away from her parents was refreshing, after all “mother knows best”. Annaliese committed her first sin, when she tortured her over weight sister and had her committed to an insane asylum for the betterment of her family. After all an insane sister was something a wealthy family just didn’t have.

When her sister was committed before her second year, her sister Alisa became weary of her younger sister and tried to fill the mother role that Annaliese so desperately needed while her own mother began to drink and take drugs to achieve a magical high, this was the only way Ebony knew how to stave off the crippling depression. Aurora’s second year at Beauxbatons was better than the first. After doing so well in school, her father and sister wanted to reward her with a brand new wardrobe, the family kitten decided to shred an expensive gown that belonged to Annaliese. Annaliese in a fit of rage maimed the kitten and framed her sister Alisa, being the father’s favorite Annaliese was believed. Annaliese giggled with glee as her sister Alisa was carried off to a female detention center for troubled and disturbed females.

Third year was Beauxbatons annual garden festival . Annaliese had the ambition to become Garden Festival Queen. Annaliese was on the committee for planning the Garden Festival, and for unknown reason became the president of the committee even though she was the youngest person present. Annaliese was feared , and she didn’t care , however the fear of Annaliese was not enough as the tally of the Garden Festival Queen was soon to be announced. Annaliese was counting the tally and saw that she was not the winner. So in an act of desperation she bribed the announcer and older Bellefeuille with the promise of offering him s large sum of money. After all there wasn’t anything in the world that money couldn’t buy, everyone has a price.
Aurora’s last year at Beauxbatons, Annaliese was made prefect of Ombrelune House. Annalise continued through school, and graduated top of her class. Upon graduating she saw her sisters again, there time away had warped them. Annalise was feeling the first twinges of remorse and regret.

SAMPLE RP:

As Annaliese looked out the window of her mansion, she could see the rain pouring down, and she could hear it beating on the roof of the house. It was days like these that a person could sit down and think without being disturbed. After all, everyone else was too depressed to speak. Annaliese didn't understand why no one seemed to like the rain. She'd always thought it gave the world a more... soothing look. Perhaps her sins would be washed away with the rain. It was funny they made it so easy, so comical. There was an art to torture...such finesse such delicate features. Annaliese got chills thinking about it and giggled softly.

After slipping on her heals, Annaliese headed out. She could hear the soft pitter-patter sound the rain made as it hit the ground and felt relaxed. It was summer, so the rain felt cool on her hot skin. Annaliese ran her hands through her soaked hair and gazed at her surroundings. Everything seemed alive. She could see the grass perking up, as if it had been waiting for this shower for years. Annaliese 's beloved dragon lilies looked brighter and happier, and while the sky was gray, it didn't seem gloomy at all. Annaliese smiled slightly, and walked along the road to get to the swing set she used as a child. The water felt new and invigorating. The smile on her face looked alien, haunting…hungry.

The seat was wet, but Annaliese didn't care. She sat down and started swinging her legs a bit. The breeze felt nice and cool, and the rain continued to fall on her. Annaliese loved the calm atmosphere the rain brought along, and since she enjoyed solitude, it was pleasant when no one came outside. Yes, it was the perfect weather to sit and think. And for Annaliese, there was a lot to think about. Especially that letter she'd gotten from Beauxbatons. She wondered what boarding school would be like, and she thought about magic. What if it was too difficult for her and she was sent home? But Annaliese put that thought aside and listened to the rain instead. After all, who knew when she would be able to be out in the rain, alone and peaceful, again? So she sat there, gently rocking back and forth, breathing in the moist air and watching the water droplets falling from the sky. Just like that nervousness left as she imagined herself using a unforgivable curse on a rival. Her smile grew wide and sadistic, as she held herself gently.

Annaliese watched her reflection in a puddle; she traced the outline of her chocolate complexion. She marveled at it, she was truly beautiful. No, she thought. There must be more , something more, better, her gaze becoming hungry once more. She stifled in her giggles. She looked up at the sunlight peering through the rain and cloudy skies. Her world was going to change, but it would be a brilliant adventure. C'est magnifique.

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[lacrimosa bane]

FULL NAME: Lacrimosa Seraphine Bane
NICK NAME: Moe
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Hogwarts/Ravenclaw
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 2
MAJOR: Potions
PERSONALITY: I suppose my parents thought they were quite clever naming me Lacrimosa. Father said I cried for four hours straight after I was born so the name was befitting. I have since managed to grow into it the way Muggle parents promise their acne plagued, metal mouthed teenagers that they will one day grow into their noses – not that I go sobbing at the drop of a hat, just that I’ve accepted it as my name. I prefer those closest to me to call me ‘Moe’.

I like the color red and strawberries – not because they are red but rather they taste divine. I have a passion for potions, something I discovered when I was eleven. I don’t particularly care for Muggle Studies as I don’t particularly care for Muggles. It’s not that I’m prejudiced , I know the war ended decades ago, it’s just that I feel like magic should be regarded solely as ours. Muggles have their fancy metal dragons, their odd devices that somehow enable them to communicate with one another even from great distances away, and seem to get around just fine in their four wheeled rollers that clog the streets of their side of London and we don’t try to go to their schools or work at their jobs or live in their world. Why can’t we be paid the same respect?

Yes, I ramble. Mother has been telling me that since I was a child that I really need to learn to stay on one topic instead of jumping from point to point. It’s a skill that I never mastered. I don’t really care. I don’t like obnoxiously loud people - you know the sort that need to be the center of attention and will by any means necessary ensure that they remain such? Right. Them. I’m attracted to both males and females. I have played Quidditch but don’t consider myself a great player. I fly rather well and I support the Holyhead Harpies. I enjoy social gatherings – balls, parties, and the like. My drink of choice? Firewhiskey. Mead is for pansies. I do not cosign the stereotypes of Ravenclaws being the sort with their noses permanently stuck in a book, fingers always spotted with ink, and being the first to arrive and last to leave to their classes. We like to have fun too.

FAMILY: I was born at home. Father said all Banes were. Mother was too delirious with pain at the time to object I imagine. I came into the world on an icy morning in late February. Both my parents are come from long and noble pureblood lines, the Banes hailing from the Highlands of Scotland and the Levesques from the south of France. I have no siblings and I can’t help but imagine that Mother feels as if she has done some sort of a disservice to my father for not giving him an heir. Of course Father never outright told me he wished I had been a boy, so it makes no never mind to me.

When I was eleven the decision as to which school for magic I would attend was made and on that September first I was boarding the Hogwarts Express at Kings Cross, though I don’t suppose Beauxbatons would have been terrible. I was sorted into Ravenclaw and while it wasn’t the desired Slytherin, Father deemed it better than Hufflepuff in the response letter I received at breakfast two days ago. Fifth year I did considerably well on my OWLs and proceeded to NEWT level Potions, Herbology, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Divination. Even though I was a diligent with my studies I still managed to attend the Yule Ball in my fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years as well as Quidditch matches – Ravenclaw managed to snag to cup my second, fifth, and sixth years – and other social gatherings. After graduating, I continued on the Hogwarts Uni where I’m a current student, sorted once again to Ravenclaw and majoring in Potions.

SAMPLE RP:

The dark haired man's slender fingers curved over the ivory keys of the upright piano, allowing the lively tempo of Mozart's piano sonata in C to fill the room. Time lost all meaning as his hands flew over the keys, his bold dark eyes roving over the crisp sheet music sitting in the holder though in all honestly, the notes printed so neatly on the page were irrelevant. Sebastian knew this particular piece by rote as it was one of his favorites. His fingers flexed , incorporating improvised trills and flourishes into the piece, his face set in concentration. He had known no real free time to really play his piano in so long what with the toll his work took on him. He was still only a Trainee in the Department of Magical Transportation and while he very much enjoyed the change, it was taking quite a while to get used to.

The former Ravenclaw had reached a trilling crescendo in the sonata when the sound of knocking sliced through the music. His hands stilled and the room was at once bathed in silence. Sebastian rose from the piano bench, gently covering the keys with the wooden lid, and strode across the room to the front door that led out into the hallway of the small apartment complex in Muggle London. The move too had been a smooth one. After spending so much time in the moors of Scotland, it felt good to be back among the hustle and bustle of city life and while Sebastian had never been one to deem himself a city boy, the country life had been admittedly too stagnant for his tastes.

He made it to the door, turning the lock and handle with a deft flick of his wrists The door opened with a small creak of protest coming from the hinges but Sebastian ignored it as his eyes met the heady sapphire gaze of Celeste Atwood. It was instantaneous the way his body responded to her presence. His chest tightened and his heart began to throb, his fingers twitched to take her in his arms. Amidst the tumult, his lips managed to curve themselves into a smile.

“Hello,” Sebastian murmured, stepping aside and asking her to come in with an outward wave of his hand, “It's lovely to see you Celeste.”

[Dawn Autumn Cantilupe]

Full Name: Dawn Autumn Cantilupe
Nickname: Dawn, Tulip (only her grandma calls her this)
Age: 18
Blood type: Muggle-born
Former House/School: Salem
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 1
Major: Healing

Personality:
       Well, um, there really isn't much to tell... I don't like to talk too much about myself... I tend to be really quiet around people, especially if I don't know them. I'm smart, but not smart enough for Ravenclaw. I get pushed around and bullied a lot, but I don't usually get back at people for that; it isn't their fault that they are angry about something that's happening to them. I guess I let bullies do what they want so that they can feel better. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, though...I've often thought about hurting myself, but I know that isn't the right thing to do. My biggest hope is to help someone realize that they're hurting themselves more than they hurt me with their bullying. Maybe then they can stop feeling so hurt and angry.
       I'm pretty good with Charms, but even better with healing. That's why I hope I can get pass my dislike of blood. I tend to get embarrassed if I do or say something wrong, especially if it's for a class. I wish I could make friends, but I'm worried about choosing the wrong ones... I tend to be really friendly, but I avoid people who look really wonderful because I'm worried they may not want to be friends with someone as plain as me... Let's face it, I'm not as pretty as some of those students who have Veela blood. Sorry, I also have low self-esteem, especially when I start thinking like this. I usually blend in really well with a crowd of people, sort of like how a fox blends in with a forest. I don't try to, but I can never stick out.

Family and General History:
        Well, actually my family life is a bit complicated... I have my mom and her mom, but otherwise I don't have anyone around. My mom and dad were married about six years before I was born, just before my brother, Dominic, was born. They had some problems from what I heard, and I guess me being conceived was the last straw for my dad... He left a few months before I was born. Or was he arrested? I was never sure which story to believe, since my mom and grandma each told their own. As far as I know, all of my family members are Muggles. That would explain what happened to my brother... I'm sorry, it still hurts a bit to talk about Dominic. He...well, he suffered a mental breakdown around the time I was eleven. That was about the same time that I seemed to get a better understanding for my powers. I was using bursts of magic whenever my emotions were running too high. I tried to keep it a secret, but then Dominic found out about it....
        Sorry, I'm rambling. Anyways, my mom was overjoyed when she found out I was going to such a prestigious school as this, and my grandma couldn't stop crying as I left the States. I'm really excited to see what it's like. I'm also thankful that my family always tries to support me, no matter what I choose to do. I hope I can make them all proud of me.

Sample RP

Autumn woke up to her alarm clock playing a country music station. With a heavy sigh, she saw that the clock read 6:45 am. She slowly got out of bed, feeling her lean muscles tensing out of soreness. Her run in the mountains on Friday had been a bit more straining than she had thought it would be. She quickly grabbed her favorite red sweater, pale jeans, and long socks before hopping in the shower. About a half hour later, she came out fully dressed with her dark brown hair clipped up untidily. As usual, she wore no make-up but instead put on her thin class ring, watch, and cross necklace.

Since it was Sunday, she knew that her mom was already at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. But Mae also had to go to her church group meeting at the elementary school. So Autumn went into her 8 year old sister's room, expecting to have to wake her. But, to her surprise, Mae was already up and wearing her Sunday dress. She was looking herself over in her full-length mirror. Mae had a Native American complexion, but striking red hair like their mom and pale blue eyes like their dad. Her face had light freckles that everyone found lovely on her. Her red hair was still braided from last night. Autumn loved seeing Mae grow more beautiful by the day and hoped their dad would've adored Mae as much as she did.

Autumn asked, "Are you ready to go?" She smiled when she saw Mae smiling. "I'm ready," Mae replied as she grabbed her thick black coat. They went down the stairs of their two-level house on the edge of town. It had the comforting warmth of a well-loved home. Autumn grabbed her fleece coat off the hook before grabbing her car keys. She happened to glance at the mirror by the door while Mae went out to the old, beaten up, dark green two door truck. As Autumn saw her reflection, she couldn't help but wonder, Would dad be proud of me? Am I someone that Mae can look up to? At Mae's calling, she left the house and hid her thoughts with a warm smile.

[alena belmont]

FULL NAME: Alena Marie Belmont
NICK NAME: Ali, Lena
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE: Muggleborn
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Ravenclaw/Hogwarts
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 2
MAJOR: Ancient Runes
PERSONALITY:
Alena is a relatively kind and likable person. She has been described as quiet, but that could just mean she didn't find that particular person interesting enough to talk to. She is head strong and knows what she wants. Alena doesn't often let things get in the way of what she wants, so she usually gets it. She can be pretty nasty when provoked, but that is not a common occurrence.

Likes: Reading, taking strolls, winter and colder weather, spending time in the library, watching quidditch, people she can have a genuine conversation with, indie/alternative music
Dislikes: Busybodies, dog ears on her paperback books, stress headaches, classical music, fashion trends
Strengths: Assertive, intelligent, witty, loyal
Weaknesses: Self-assured to a degree, can let little things bother her, easily looses patience with people, trust issues

FAMILY:
As is already written in this application, I am a muggleborn from Surrey. My dad left my mother and I when I was two years old and we haven't heard from him since. So I like to pretend I never had a father, because it really makes no difference to me. My mother's name is Marie Belmont. She kept her married name because she never really got over my father leaving us. In my teen years, I used to become quite quick tempered to her about this. I used to tell her she needed to move on the harshest ways possible. I have since learned that this was not the best way to approach the situation, and my mother and I are slowly working on our sometimes rocky, sometimes normal relationship.

My mother is a kind woman, despite her broken heart. She was always a relatively good mother, I just took that for granted sometimes. It was quite a surprise, naturally, when I received my letter to Hogwarts. I had initially thought it was a practical joke one of my classmates was playing. The more I thought about it, however, the more it made sense of some things leading up to that point. My mother as well felt it was not very surprising once we realized that I really did have magical talent. It was an adjustment however. My first couple of years were strange. I struggled to make friends and just spent my time in the library doing my school work. Once I broke out of my little shell it got a lot better. It was around my fifth year when I decided that I wanted to continue my education and get my Bachelors degree. I haven't yet decided if I want to go on to masters.
 
SAMPLE RP:

Teddy has wanted to be an Auror for as long as he could remember. With both his parents having been Aurors in their lifetime, very good ones according to the stories Harry had told him about his beloved, deceased parents, it was only natural that Teddy would aspire to be just like the heroes he sees in his parents. Though he never really knew them, since becoming an Auror and learning under Harry and Ron, he has since found a new connection with his lost family. He was going to be the greatest Auror this world as ever seen and although that sounded like a childish dream, he continues to pursue it without hesitation. Victoire has always been the only one who has truly understood this dream, even though she still has both her parents. She has always had an unbelievable understanding of Teddy and everything that went with him – which is why he loves her so.

But Teddy couldn’t think about Victoire right now. She would distract him and this was a very important mission he was currently working. Harry and Ron had informed him of younger women who apparently had information about the recent mysterious death of a man who had been floating in the river. She has been known to spend evenings at the Hogs Head, bragging about how she knew what had happened to the person, claiming that she herself was a witness to the event. Harry and Ron had assigned Teddy to try and get this information out of her by any means possible, simply because he happened to be closer to Hogsmeade at the time than anyone else, seeing as he was undercover there in the first place. Teddy, of course, had no objections to such an assignment and now he found himself trudging through the snow down the main street of Hogsmeade in the dark, heading toward the old, almost abandoned pub down the bottom of the road.

With his fists shoved down his jean pockets and his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, he shivered a little still. It was unbelievably cold on this night, which was strange because it was supposed to be warming up now. At last reaching the entrance, Teddy burst through the door with snowflakes spinning up in the wind of the door. He quickly closed the door again, eager to get out of the cold and turned around to look for this women. Teddy wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to get said information out of her when he did find her, but he figured he would improvise. The bar was dark and seemed very empty, so it wasn’t hard to figure out that the women who was sitting at the bar with a Firewhisky in hand was the women he was after. He stopped for a moment, wondering how he was going to do this, but then found himself walking up to the bar stool a few down from her. He waved the bartender down and ordered a firewhisky himself. He wasn’t really a fan, but the occasion called for it, it seemed. He started to unwrap his scarf, still trying to figure out how he was going to strike up some sort of conversation with the women.

Getting his whisky, he sighed inwardly and took a sip before shooting another look over to the women down the bar from him, this time she noticed. Turning fully around in her stool toward him, scowling a little, she demanded, ”Did you want something?” Teddy thought she looked a little distressed, to say the least. Going with the first thing that came to his mind, he decided that the best way to get this woman to talk would be to flirt with her a bit. Of course, he would have to see if she went down that road first. Putting on his nicest, slightly seductive look, he too, turned to face her, gesturing to her neck. ”I’m sorry, but, I was just admiring your necklace. May I ask where you got it?” The lady watched him for a moment, before sighing and going back to her drink. Obviously, she no longer saw Teddy as any kind of threat. ”It was my mother’s. She’s dead now. Teddy frowned at her, but the smiled kindly again. ”Well, it’s very beautiful, so are you.” Teddy smiled at the girl as she turned to look at him with a slightly stunned expression before taking another small sip of his whisky. When he looked back, there was the slightest hint of pink rising in her cheeks as she looked away. Getting off his bar stool and sliding his drink along the counter toward her, he held out his hand to shake hers as he sat down in the stool right next to her. ”I’m Joshua, by the way, but you can call me Josh.” The women looked at his hand for a moment before taking it, looking back up at him. ”I’m Julia.”

For the next forty-five minutes, the two talked about themselves, their lives and anything that was bothering them, although that was mostly Julia’s contribution. Teddy just listened. They flirted between and during each subject as they jumped from point to point, Julia having just ordered her third whisky, while Teddy ordered his second with no intentions of finishing it. But Teddy wasn’t getting anything out of her at this rate. They hadn’t even come across the subject of the Ministry and the strange happenings. So, taking a huge leap of faith at the risk of completely blowing this whole assignment, he moved closer, smiling and whispering things to her, before planting a tender kiss on her lips. Of course, Teddy could not enjoy it, knowing that one, it wasn’t Victoire, and two, he was engaged to Victoire so kissing someone else wasn’t really a smart thing to do. But did it matter if Teddy had absolutely no feelings or intentions with this girl and was only doing his job? She hesitated for a moment before kissing him back, he arms wrapping themselves around his neck. Teddy placed a hand on her waist lightly, but wouldn’t take it further than that. This already felt uncomfortable as it was.

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[julia]

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FULL NAME: Julia Paquet
NICK NAME: Jules
AGE: 11
BLOODTYPE: half-blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: eton
HOUSE: n/a
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: culinary arts
PERSONALITY: loves quidditch and her family

FAMILY: Eleanor and Konstantine Paquet
SAMPLE RP:

Julia clearly had an answer for this. Her father refused to buy a self-stirring cauldron because he thought Julia would develop more muscles and character and coolness if she did these things with his own two hands. Naturally, Julia disagreed with the can-do sentiment and really wanted one. But how could he put forward this idea without making it look like he did. He pondered for a bit.

[loloholloway]

Jun 30, 2013 18:15:05 GMT professor olivia carmichael said:

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FULL NAME: Jordyn Holloway <span class="attachment_preview" attachment="13" thumbnail="1"><img src="http://storage.proboards.com/5369670/t/nEtUsn284lDcVX6UIdJM.jpg"></span>
NICK NAME: Lolo
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE: full blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Gryffindor Hogwarts
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: 1
MAJOR: Care of magical creatures
PERSONALITY: Hey Uhm Im Jordyn but you can call me Lolo. Im obviously shy but people say that's what is cute about me well my friends and family   anyway... I like food, animals , and having fun. I do self harm because I hate my life. I don't like fake bitches and annoying people. Don't get offended if I don't really talk to you Its just that I really don't open up to people because I know they will do something to hurt me someday and I don't like giving people my full trust. 

FAMILY: Well let me start off by saying my dads an asshole and I don't want anything to do with him. He cheated on my mom and walked out on us when I was 9. So it's just my mom my cat Spizzles and I and that's the way I like it. I grew Up in LA and only a couple friends
SAMPLE RP: Jordyn looked out her window watching the students go from class to class to get first day papers. Today was he first day and she already missed her mom more than ever. She felt a burning sensation on her arm and rolled up her sleeve. On her wrists were tons of cuts.


She traced the scars and counted them 39 in counting. All of the sudden there was a knock at the door. Jordyn got up rolling down her sleeves and answered the door. "Hello Im Samantha Jegouns and you are?" Asked a tiny red haird girl. "Im uhm Jordy Holloway nice to meet you." Samantha walked in and put her bags on the top bunk.

"I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of taking the top bunk." She said. "Oh no it's fine I like the bottom better anyways" responded Jordyn. Samantha unpacked everything and hung up some posters of One Direction and other boy bands. While Jordyn just had some posters of All Time Low , Miley Cyrus and one One Direction poster.


"So are you excited for school tomorrow."  "Actually yeah but I miss my mom a lot " Laughed Jordyn.

"Its okay I miss my parents too" Smiled Samantha. Samantha and Jordyn talked for hours about bands, how fun Hogwarts University is going to be and mostly boys. Soon it was 11 and was time for everyone to go to sleep.


"Night Jordyn I'll see you first thing tomorrow lovely" and with that she climbed up to the top bunk and laid down. Jordyn flopped on to the bottom bunk and fell asleep not knowing what Hogwarts University had coming for her and had for her to find out.





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[mandi]

Apr 17, 2014 19:13:45 GMT mandi said:

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FULL NAME: angelena harris
NICK NAME:angie
AGE: 18
BLOODTYPE:half blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL:
HOUSE:griffindor
YEAR: 1
MAJOR:care of magical creatures 
PERSONALITY: "hey I'm Angie, I hate it when people lie to me for what ever reason, I have an rational fear of heights, so I don't play quidditch. I like to jump up into a tree when I read or just to hang around, I don't go verry high though. I like to help people and I am very approachable, ill listen to you till your done and I'll  do anything for my friends. I love being around other people and I like being around animals. I hate being alone I can't stand it I hate it almost more than when people lie to me. I may appear strong but I'm not I break down when my life gets too tough for me to handle. I am an alchohlic like my dad was but I try to stay away from it."

FAMILY: my dad was a wizard my mom was a muggle, when my father died from a failing liver he was an alcoholic, my mom blamed me and my sister for it she said we stressed him out too much, she  abandoned me when I was 10 with my little sister, I had to raise her from the age of  8 and I would've done anything to save her even if it was me who had been the one to fall off that building I beat myself up about it more than I should she trusted me to save her, to protect her, to be there for her and I wasn't. Now I'm living with the conscience that I've killed half my family and thats why I try to help people as much as I can.

SAMPLE RP:

 The window was open to Angie's dorm the wind flowed in sliding along the curtains and hit her face, she opened her eyes and felt a throbbing pain in her head as she put her fingers over her temples rubbing them lightly she sat up and let her vision clear up she looked at her night stand where an empty bottle of taquila sat on its side, her eye widend and she checked her phone it was already noon. She sprung out of bed trying to remember last night the only thing clear was she was walking down to the quidich field for something and there was a party, the only other thing she remembers is a face a with dark blond scruffy hair and a nice smile fixed with amazing green grey eyes. She pulled on her robes and ran to her class it was in the forbidden forest she was late for her care of magical creatures class she ran across the green grassy hills the sunlight makeing her headache worse. She got there in the middle of a lesson on how to approach a griffin.

After the class she walked with Jenny her best friend "her do you know what happend last night?" Angie asked her friend  "I was hopeing you could tell me you went to the quidich feild to get your necklace," of course she thought to herself, "I took it off cause I was getting a rash on the back of my neck." "then you didn't come back I went to look for you and when I got there you were holding a bottle of taquila and on some slytherens lap sucking his face." she said angrily "I am so sorry, and I know this wont sound great but what did he look like?" Angie asked curiously, Jenny sighed "I don't know, he seemed tall, black or dark brown hair, I couldn't see his face." The girls kepet walking to the dorm for lunch.

Angie walked to the court yard with a book in my hand  and walked up to a tree with low branches that seemed strong. She stepped up on a rock and grabbed a branch she pulled herself up her head still hurt and she sat back leaning against the main pert of the tree she sighed thinking about the face and kept looking at it in her mind she watch people walk by hoping one of them would match the one from yesterday. She sighed as more and more people passed by and non of them matching, she thought about what Jenny said how he had dark hair but the boy she remember was blond. She leaned back giving up just as a voice called out "hey!" She ignored it thinking it was someone talking to their friend but she heard it again the same voice "hey you in the tree!" She sat up quickly and looked down at a boy, he had dirty blond messy hair and green grey eyes. She felt her heart flutter butt kept it in "hi," She said and he walked closer "do you know what happened last night ?" She asked without thinking "yeah." he chuckled a little and I saw a ravenclaw symbol on his robes.

[tyduncanson]

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FULL NAME: Anorak Marillious
NICK NAME: Anorak
AGE: 17
BLOODTYPE: half-blood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: N/A
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: (1/4)
MAJOR: Magical Design
PERSONALITY: I like the way that magic is nearly limitless to changing things around you. I am often bull-headed, but can be made to see reason. I will always try to fix things with a mental solution, not a physical one. I am usually very loud spoken and a little rough around the edges.
FAMILY: Two parents, muggle father, witch mom. They get along well despite their differences. Also has two sisters, who have thus far, not shown any magical talent. They are not HU age yet though, so there is still time.
SAMPLE RP:

Anorak was very interested to get started in his studies, and to enter into the various activities offered. He is often busy with side projects, and this can often impact his schoolwork. He is planning to go out for some of the clubs and teams, especially the quidditch team.

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[rosalva khan]

FULL NAME: Rosalva Khan

NICK NAME: Rose

AGE: 19 years old

BLOODTYPE: Half-blood

FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Slytherin, Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

YEAR: 1st

MAJOR: Defense Against The Dark Arts

PERSONALITY: Rosalva is a generally misunderstood person, she always had been. She strongly dislikes socializing and prefers to find a nice spot on the campus grounds with a good muggle novel and spend her time there. She doesn't talk much due to her shyness but once opened to someone, they would find her sassy, fun-loving and even downright irking. Rosalva is quite ambitious about her career and once out, would love to join the Aurors, if not then teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts would be a suitable plan B. Though, she is quite determined on the former. Rosalva doesn't like people a lot, but once she likes you, she'll believe in anything you say like a blind love-sick puppy. Rosalva is known to be intelligent and clever and had quite a brilliant educational career during her time at Hogwarts School. Rosalva carries this cold and haughty persona which screams 'Slytherin snob' but is quite a lovable person on the inside. The fact that even she is not aware of this side yet, is an another story. Even though she prefers to be out of the limelight and in her own dark little corner, when the time calls for it, she is quite confident. Rosalva has almost all of  the basic Slytherin abilities, all except one. Since she is a half-blood orphan herself, she lacks the ability to judge others by their blood statuses and this is probably the cause of her not having a good reputation among Slytherins. Rosalva is a proud feminist but dislikes 'dressing up' or trying to look pretty. Yet, she dislikes the term 'tomboy' as well and will most likely punch you on the nose if you call her that.

Rosalva has quite the love for music and waits till she is alone to start practicing her vocals. She is also trained in the piano but has a phobia of performing in front of others. Rosalva loves muggle novels and her favorite author would have to be Louis Caroll or Jane Austen. She is usually seen roaming around the campus grounds, most probably found sitting alone with a good novel on her lap and her feet dangling in the cold lake water. When approached at such a time she would definitely glare at you until you decide to walk off and if she knows you a small protest would be uttered from her lips and most probably she'll just get up and walk off. Rosalva has a phobia of snakes which is highly ironic that she should be in Slytherin. Other than snakes, she is also claustrophobic and suffers from social anxiety. Rosalva is a hetero-romantic demi-sexual and till now, hasn't involved herself in a single romantic relationship. It's quite hard to woo this little raven-head.


FAMILY: Rosalva doesn't have a clear idea of her family and that would be due to her living in a muggle orphanage for as long as she could remember. It is quite evident that her mother was most probably a muggle since she had not studied at Hogwarts or any other magical institution. As for her father, his name was Zain Khan. He was a renowned wizard of his time. He from a wealthy pure-blood wizarding family from Pakistan. What she heard was that her father had vanished three or four years before her birth. It might be due to the Khan family being against marriages with muggle-blood. Nevertheless, whatever may be the case, the two have not been found and since their daughter was given up for adoption, it is quite sure that they may have separated or even died.


SAMPLE RP:

It was a fine morning in April when Rosalva had gone down to the Lake to spend herself some alone time. Rosalva had this favorite spot that was isolated from where the rest usually hung out to intermingle or get 'hooked up'. Once at her beloved spot, she sat herself down on the luscious grass, cross legged and took up her book: 'The Mill on the Floss'. Rosalva usually preferred to read older muggle novels from the eighteenth century rather than the current ones. The current ones were usually full of muggle ideas of magic and she already had enough with that. It wasn't that she was highly into 'muggles', she was a little but she liked a bit of change every once in a while and books provided her just that. The muggle world in the eighteenth century seemed quite fun for the young girl with carriages, horses, gowns, men in funny clothing, balls and the system of courtship. They usually provided her a nice time away from the students of Hogwarts or her school work for a while.

Rosalva had been reading for half an hour when she suddenly stopped and rested her book beside herself. She looked up to see the sky cloudy with not a ray of sunshine anywhere, just the way she liked it! Rosalva really hoped it would rain, she loved the rain a little too much. Slowly Rosalva reclined herself before lying down completely on her back, gazing silently at the sky above that stretched as far as her eye could see. Sky-watching always made the Slytherin feel alive, it was one of her most favorite hobbies. Staring blankly at nothing, she soon started humming a sad tune to herself.