Sorting (Term One)

[Professor Matthew Potter]

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Sorting Ceremony ; Term 1

The following questions answered will result in your characters placement while in school at Hogwarts. Please be as accurate as possible when filling out information regarding your character.

Please do not request a specific house - we make the final decisions.

Thanks!
Good luck!
- Vectors Administration Team

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Note: For one month only we are allowing members to choose their own year!

[Hunter Beaumont]

First Name: Hunter

Last Name: Beaumont

Age: 15

Appearance: Like most of his age, Hunter has already entered the final stages of puberty which have improved his features quite dramatically. His hair consists of long, pure blond lockes which fall just before his spectacles. His eyes are a dazzling shade of emerald green, seductive once a gaze is met with his. Hunter's nose is small yet gorgeous, a cute feature that goes well with his facial structure. Behind his lips of rose are a set of pearled white teeth, which he flosses and brushes daily to keep the shine aloft.

Hunter stands tall at 5'11", slightly taller than most his age. His body structure is average for a boy his age, muscles staring to form around his arms and chest. He is lean by choice, for he could bear to look at himself if he were overweight. On a casual day he is found in his usual black robes, but during weekends he can be found in elegant clothing which only good money can buy.
History: The twins were born just seven minutes apart, Blake having the luck of arriving first, making Hunter the youngest of the Beaumont children. At the time, Marc and Cecilia had taken their two other children - Travis and Isabella - on a vacation to their previous home in native France. The twins had surprised their mother, whom has not the slightest clue of her pregnancy until she started experiencing violent contractions several hours before birth.

In their early years, they were brought up in their elegant estate in southern wales along the countryside. The two were taught the vicious and cruel ways which came along with the Beaumont legacy, how those without pure-blood were to be treated like the vermin they are, and of course the luxuries that money could buy. Hunter's road to destiny began one dismal morning on the fifth of June, when his nanny had tried to make him go to bed. After throwing a horrible fit, the young boy had poisoned her drink the next day which landed her in the hospital for nearly a week. His parents did not scold him for such horrible behavior, yet encouraged it - and this single act paved the way for a lifetime of chaos and destruction.

Hunter's parents both belonged to a now secret society known to select individuals as Death Eaters. Nearly two centuries ago this group caused mayhem within the Wizarding World, and after a huge battle the Ministry believed they had finally defeated the Death Eaters. They disappeared for a long time, and only started to reunite three years ago. Marc and Cecilia's ancestors, both of French origin, were a part this group in it's original days of glory and were among the first two join it's ranks.

Just after the twin's eighth birthday, a horrible nightmare had unfolded in the Beaumont Mansion. It had been a rather ordinary meeting, perhaps more quiet than usual, when loud bangs and screams could be heard from the foyer below. Hunter and Blake arrived at the balcony above to find their parents and Travis dueling a team of aurors. A thousand questions had erupted in their minds, but before they could do something to help Isabella had pulled them away to a secret shelter. Hours later, Cecilia was tending to some small injuries that had Travis has endured, and they later discovered that their father was on his way to Azkaban. It was then that they grew a loathing for aurors, and vowed they would take revenge.

By the time he was eleven, no one was quite sure if Hunter actually would be getting that letter to Hogwarts, although Hunter was being all flamboyant and saying he would, because strangely he had shown no truly identifiable sign of being magical; and no one exactly wanted to tell the boy this. However, in the dim morning the owl flew in with an acceptance letter for that of Hunter Beaumont. While his parents breathed a sigh of relief, Hunter did nothing—after all he had had no fear, he knew exactly where he belonged with an empire to quake in his wake.

His first year, he spent formulating watching the other members in his class, analyzing if he could just do away with them or if they were completely and utterly useless—there were a few that were quite deemable of praise, but he soon decided to let them grow a little—and just grew into an unnaturally still smile sending slightly snide comments in their direction. Instead he kept an eye on his peers.

His arrogance, charm and desire for power clouded over him for the next few years. Some feared him, others respected him, and some despised him. Hunter achieved excellent grades, for his cunning mind was filled with knowledge beyond his years. However, he hated his teachers for not teaching them the Dark Arts - a subject he was all too eager to learn.

Now in their fifth year, the twins are anything but quiet and quite determined to make their presence known. He’s decided who he thinks can help him within his year, and those that can’t? well let’s just say they found their lives a little bit harder. He formed a gang, or group of those who were considered friends to him and shared his ambitions, those who think that Muggleborns, Half-Bloods, Muggles and Blood Traitors should be punished for mere existence. His reputation proceeds him, but what will come in the future years?

Personality: Hunter’s a cryptic kid, who you can never seem to pin down for the life of you. One minute he can be cruel and harsh the next laughing like a little kid. Simply put, he feels fulfilled with his current life and how it is and can deem there’s no such better. Since a young age Hunter had received whatever he wants with little act on his part, he’s never had to throw a tantrum or like wise. However, being spoiled has not put any damper on the controlling and manipulative side of his personality.

You see, Hunter always knows what he wants. Rather it be an object or a human being, if he wants it he’ll take it and by any means necessary. On one such occasion, during his second year during summer break his “nanny” wouldn’t give him exactly what he wanted—the poor woman, you see, thought she was in charge. Hunter had simply put her in her place by poisoning her pumpkin juice the next morning sentencing her a week in St. Mungo’s. Hunter is, of course, no stranger to elaborate plans of death. The only thing is, he’s not stupid enough to put these plans into action without figuring out a perfect time to get the death pinned on someone else.

Hunter's forefront power is dominative. The boy loves power, which instills his manipulative side to the extreme. He’ll pry his mind into anyone he sees will be beneficial to him later, he’ll remain remarkably kind to those from the first day he meets them just so suspicion doesn’t arise. He’s a cool minded dictator, always with a backup in mind. However when the person becomes useless to his needs, he slowly pulls them apart from the inside out until they become nothing but simply a hollow shell—it doesn’t matter who you are, once he loses interest in you there’s no hiding.

Hunter’s major downfall tends to be the fact he finds himself self-reliant and self-sufficient. He understands the concept that in this world you must have allies in order to succeed, he just can’t stand the idea of actually sharing the outcome of what they do. Hunter is a power player, he tends to take on more then he can normally chew just because he doesn’t want to see these others obtain more power and social standing then he does. This is quite the opposite of his twin brother Blake, whom always has a plan devised up his sleeve.

Beyond that, Hunter tends to be a charming and alluring young kid. He’s got the mindset of a respectable heir and knows how to act political around anyone—even if he wishes to gut them right there into a million tiny pieces. He’ll wear a firm an simply polite smile, that almost looks like the forms of a cold smirk, and you may never know that in his mind he’s plotting exactly what he wants to do to you. He does love jokes and pranks, as long as he is not the victim; in which thereafter he will seek his revenge and by no minor scale. Like any true wizarding child, he loves Quidditch and is actually the occasional gobstone player. Growing up he found a talent he possessed : natural knowledge. Or in another word, knowledge of a higher level of “common sense”. Hunter, currently, just wants to be a teenager in the best way he can; because a future in front of him that will be serious—and he does know that now is the time to grab what he wants.

Hunter's ambition and thirst for power does not put a damper onto his age; in fact, as mentioned in the beginning, he is quite content with life. While he hates and wants to do away with anything from any sort of Muggle origin, he knows that they aren’t all suddenly going to disappear anytime soon—but in time, he will definitely make sure they are no longer in his presence, but right now? He’s not letting them get in his way, and they’ll be dammed if they think they’re going to make his life absolutely horrid. However, you tick him off and he is quick to lash out; believe you me.

Hunter, much like his twin, is a romancer, lastly, he finds it a good way to harness in his ability to draw in what he wants. And it’s actually fun, to watch all those sods fall over their feet just because he says a few nice words and a charming smile here and there. He's the sort of guy you hate to love, and once you fall for him it's hard to turn away. If he finds a girl that he is attracted to, he will flash a breathtaking smile and speak in not but a seductive tone to try and reel her in.

Sample RP: The sun was beginning to set below the western horizon now, the last golden gleams showing their true colors before fading into obliteration once more. Obscured beneath the dense clouds in the east sat the moon, perched in it's thrown and preparing for another mighty reign as the ultimate light in what would be another dark evening. It reminded the middle-aged auror ever so slightly the thick line which divided two opposing forces - dark and light, ying and yang, good and evil. Long ago, a cruel man that Oliver was ashamed to name as his father had driven him over the edge, to a side in which he would never regret seeking refugee. Considering the horrors he had been put through as a child, he would rather experience a thousand painful deaths than to inflict anything so foul to any living being. In fact, he had even dedicated himself to fighting those horrors, fighting the very evil that continued to resurface and throw the world into a continuous wave of fear and death.

As he looked into the eyes of young Paris Crawford, he was shamefully reminded of the devastated evening he had caused, the terror and fear that he had inflicted on an innocent little girl. He would always regret that night, being responsible for the severe injuries his team of aurors had caused; though he would never regret arresting Amelio. Like his father, the man had been a violent murderer who embraced blood and death with mad laughter. He deserved the two harsh years he spent in Azkaban Prison, but the debt he owed for brutally taking away five innocent lives was yet to be paid. If it was the last act he committed on this unfair world, he would capture the bastard and throw him back into the living hell to which he was sentenced.

Oliver continued to gaze into the witch's eyes, reading her every expression as it flickered between what he believed to be pure hatred and mixed curiosity. She too, must have just experienced the same flashback as he, for her facial features had hardened. Suspicious of her activities in the past two years, the wizard had no personal vendetta against Paris. In his mind, she was one of the many pupils whom had received education under his reign as Headmaster. But could she be much more? As much as he believed he understood, Oliver knew little to nothing about about Paris Crawford. For all he knew, she could have taken the boundaries seriously and changed her perspective on life completely. But her response did not bring him much confidence. "You owe me much more than a cup of coffee, don't you think?"

His expression hardened slightly, though his gaze did not flicker. "Miss Crawford, though I do regret some of the actions that occurred on that night, I must remind you that I was doing my job; I think it is time to put the past behind us. Now, about your coffee..." he responded sincerely, his gentle yet firm tenor gently flowing. The dark haired wizard pulled enough money to purchase a coffee and held it out to the young woman to take.

Slytherin!

[Kris Killjoy]

First Name:Kris
Last Name:Killjoy
Age: 15
Appearance: Normal height, nice dark black hair, and brown eyes. Nice physical features. Clothing style is the normal type with the mixes of some.
Personality: He is a happy fun loving caring person and can get a long with people ever so well. He likes to draw and talk to people and make new friends. He likes to go wonder around places and likes to have friends with him. He also is fun to be with.
Sample RP: Kris was grabbing and throwing things into his suitcase getting ready to go to the school. He was in such a rush to get ready that he almost forgot some of the most important things to go to school. His suitcases barely closed, but when they did, it was off to the train station for him. When he had problems finding the platform, he just looked around for some other people who look like they are going to hogwarts. He saw the people walk through the wall and he followed them. He saw the train and left his bags to get put on the train as he boarded. He looked for an empty car and sat down in it. Some other people walked in, but he didnt talk to them yet. He was on the train for a while now and when the school came into sight, he got excited. He got off the train and ran up to the school staying behind some of the other students so he didnt stand out. When he made it into the great hall, he waited for everyone else to get in so they can start calling names. His was called in the 'K' people. He walked up and sat on the bench and waited for the hat to yell out a house.

Hufflepuff!

[anish4]

First Name: Anish
Last Name: Patel
Age: 14
Appearance: A medium size person with black spikey hair. He has black eyes and likes girls.
History: He was born in central london like an ordinary child but was actully a wizard like his mother and father. Anish found out he was a wizard when he was four years old.

When he was six his Granmother died in freak acsedent when a potino exploded in her face. Anish had felt his first lose.

When Anish was eight years old he got nis first mini broom stick which. He got it ramed up the ened of a Ford Escorts egusort.

Anish finally showed signs of Magic on his Ninth birthday when he went to blow out the candles on his birthbay cake he blew to hadr and it hit his aunt in the face.
Personality: Anish is an active person and loves making trouble. He hates being wrong and dosent take losing very well either.
Sample RP: Anish was rowing down the lake with mixed emotions. He was scared that he would be put in the house did not want to be in and exitment of becoming a wizard.

As they climbed out of the boats Anish saw a something magnificent. Hogwarts. It had many towers and turrents. There was so many windows he couldnt belive what he was seeing. He had never seen anything like it before.

As they walked up to the castle a thought just struck him. How would they sort him into the different houses. Would there be a test. But while Anish was thinking what they would they be doing he didnt realise that they had just walked up the stairs was looking at what seemed to be a Marble stair case. There was also one big double door thta he was faceing. What was in side there he thought. As he thought that the double doors opened.

As Anish and the rest of the people walked in they all realised that there was over 200 students in the hall. The Great Hall. Anish looked up and saw the ceiling which had floating candles.

As everyone walked up to the table at the top where all the staff sat a three legged stool stood befroe them with a hat on top. One of the teachers stepped forward and pulled out a long list. He shouted out the first name and the boy went and sat down at the stool. After a miniut the hat shouted "Hufflepuff".

And so that continued untill the Professor shouted out his name and Anish walked over to the stool sat down and put the hat on his head. The hat riggeled a lot and then shouted:

Gryffindor!

[charlotte james adrienne scott]

First Name: Charlotte James Adrienne
Last Name: Scott
Age: 13
Appearance:
Charlotte has long wavy brownish brunette hair. She's very slender, and she has naturally green eyes. She stands at about 5'4 tall, and she weighs at around 43 kilograms. She has a good appetite, and as a runner, her legs are pretty slender as well. She straightens her hair when she's bored and/or there's some special occasion. She usually seen in leggings, short shorts, or a skirt.
History:
Charlotte was born on July 15, 1995 in Melbourne, Australia. Her family moved to London when she was 8, and has spent all her life in London then. She would usually take short vacations back in Melbourne or just around the world. Her mom was a stewardess, which made it easier for them to fly around for free.

She first started showing her magic when she was 7. One rainy day, she was bored at home and she had to study. So she got up her bunk bed, and forgot her other books down. So all she said was that she wished her books would just magically fly up, and it did. She first thought she was dreaming, but then her dad saw it which made him wonder. They had a family meeting and her mom told the truth that she was a witch. CHARLOTTE ALMOST FAINTED.

Then when she got her letter to Hogwarts, her mom said NO since it was too dangerous, but her dad made her go. Her mom got convinced and decided just to go with the flow. But if something bad happens to Charlotte, she's coming back home straight.
Personality:
Charlotte is a nice girl, but she can be a liar at times. Other than that, she's pretty nice and kind to everyone around her. Although she falls in love easily. And she's very calm and quiet around people she doesn't know, but she goes crazy with people she's comfortable with.
Sample RP:
Charlotte stood there in line, waiting for her name to get called. She looked around the tables from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. She looked back at the person up stage and the hat go 'RAVENCLAW!' And the Ravenclaws cheered. She smiled and waited for the Professor to say something. "Charlotte Scott?" the Professor asked. Charlotte moved front and took a seat. Charlotte wiped the bangs from her eyes, and she could feel heart beating. The Sorting Hat started to speak and she could hear herself breathing. Next things she knew, that hat shouted:....

Gryffindor!

[Christopher 'Chris' Andrews]

First Name: Christopher
Last Name: Andrews
Age: 13
Appearance: Christopher has deep Black hair and stands around 5'6 and has deep brown eyes but sometimes change color due to unknown reasons. Not being very bulky he is very slim but not skinny and looks very feminine. He wears ushually scene, Skater or Indi cloths as he says that he doesn't want to be anyone else. He looks alot like his father too, But mostly like his mother.
History: Chris was born on the 5th of November 1995 and grew up in cornwall intill his education started to slip one he lost his parents at a young age, So he was sent to london to study. This let him get away from the stress.

At the age of 9 he was having a fight with one of his best friends which concluded with his friend being pushed against the wall. Chris had no idea what happened so just sat down and followed by his friend. He never told any-one of this not even his carer he was staying with until one
day he received a letter and said "We would like you to come to hogwarts" Chris wished he could go and at least get away for a little while. This took alot of Convincing.

Personality: Christopher is a nice and caring boy and always puts his friends first. But can have a short temper... So when he does get angry you dont want to get involved. He tries to stay in the Background but if he had is chance he will stand up and give it a go. If he has to give his life he will and if he is forced to do something then he does it the best he can. When love comes around he tries to stay away as he doesn't want to hurt his partner or Crush.
Sample RP: (From another site)

Chris wondered into the libary, Hoping to read some-thing new. You were allowed to laze around anywhere as long as you were quiet. He looked into the History of magic section, And pulled out a book on Ancient Famous Witches and Wizards. He needed to learn some for the Order of the Phoenix.

Pulling it down from the shelf in a section where no-one was reading he sat down on his own in silence. Leaning against the wall, His left leg over his right and his book on his lap as he began to read.

In his mind he thought to himself so he could refresh it. Closing his eyes because he was tiered. Nearly falling asleep he put an earphone in his ear which always kept him awake. Moving his head a little to the hard Bass.

Continuing to read the Book, Even though he was only on the fourth page he was already into it. It was partly fantasy, Some Fiction and some non-Fiction. Skimming trought the Blurbs and the first pages he skipped the bits he was interested in.

Hufflepuff!

[Signalius Darklance]

First Name: Signalius "Sig"
Last Name: Darklance Slange
Age:15
Appearance: Sig is a young man/boy. He has black hair, which is normally short in the back and long up front. his eyes are green and slightly brown. Even though he's slightly short he's not too thin. He's a little thin for his age but just barely. He's got strong arms and a well shaped body. Sig's favourite colour is black so that's the type of clothing you usually see him in. Sig has many tatoos on his body as well as an earring which is normally black. Sig is a pretty lazy person, and he might look tired and sleepy, so his face is slightly dragged. Sig is a very pretty and handsome boy, his clothing style is dark and kind of cheap. Sig smiles a lot, the only times he's not smiling is when he's dead serious. so smiling is a part of his appearance. Sig's got pretty strong facial features, a strong face and a look that could kill.

History: Sig was born in a dark mansion in England. From the point of his birth, he has been raised in a strict manner. He couldn't do what he wanted and this affected him much. He grew fast in mind and body. His mother, Carolina Darklance. and Father Hallden Slange was both wealthy people. They had high positions at the ministry and lived a good life. Sig's father was an auror. He was a good man but his work killed him. when Sig was 5 years old his father was murdered by a dark supporter known as Riot. Sig started to change from that day. When his father died his mother was pregnant with his sister. 7 1/2 months later she gave birth to a pretty girl. Her name became Jennifer Slange. his mother bought him a guitar, hoping it would take his thoughts off the loss. when Sig was 9 years old he gave up the name Slange. this was because of his dead father. Signalius had always been a nice boy but started to act bad towards random people. bullying them at the playground and such. his mother was worried. When Signalius was 10 years old he got the letter from Hogwarts. This was a big chance to Sig, he had never been able to decide anything in his life, and suddenly could choose almost everything in his life. he started to draw on his body and got an earring. living his life on the edge he acted threatening towards other students he didn't like but loved his friends. He got good grades and liked all the teachers very much. when he was in his third year he had already gotten some tatoos and his mother were more worried. His mother wanted him to go to a special school because of his more and more broken personality. Signalius denied his mothers request and stopped coming home. when he finished his fourth year he went to Azkaban Prison to visit the man who killed his father. The visit changed Signalius. He is now on the brink of his fifth year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Personality: Signalius can from his looks look like a dark and scary boy, and that's how many experience him. he's experienced some things in his life that's affected him but he's not a broken person. He's happy and likes to live. He's very nice to the people he knows and care about, but can be a unsensitive jerk to the ones he don't care about. Signalius is a sensitive boy. he's what you can call emo, but he hates the term. He's a guitarist. he plays and sings a lot. he's always looking for inspiration through pain and pleasures. so he'll act aggressive towards people for their reaction. Still this is somthing he only does when he's extreme. he's cold and judging, but a good friend.

Sample RP: It was so dark. and cold, and every good feeling had left his body. Sig was walking down a dark corridor. There was no sound except his and the prison guards quick pacing. maybe from time to time you could hear a silent sob somewhere but it was impossible to know from where. Signalius wore a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt. his shoes were white but because of the occasional puddle of water or anything they'd gotten slightly dirty. The Prison guard looked slightly scared. Sig frowned, *who chooses a job you don't like?* he thought. they walked deeper and deeper into the prison, this old and ancient tomb. filled with people who had done terrible things. Sig admired some of them, but hatet many of them. especially one.

The prison guard stopped and took out his wand. Sig stopped too. "are you sure about this boy?" asked the guard. Sig nodded and watched how the guard tipped his wand to a giant stone door. he made several markings. The door opened with a earpiercing sound. Sig didn't move. he had waited for this moment his entire life. he took out his wand and gave it to the guard. "in case I want to kill him...". the guard raised an eyebrow but took the wand. Sig went in and the door closed. Written on the door stood the name : Riot Darklance.

Sig walked into the room. it was small, dirty and smelled like piss. just like someone had wet themselves. in one of the corners sat a man, his face was thin and face dragged. his hair was black and greasy. like oil. Sig's veins were filled with disgust, he wanted to kill this man so much. "I'm a victim" said Sig. The man watched him a sneer upon his face. "you're no more victim than what I am... a piece of this absurd puzzle of life!". Sig watched him, ate his words. " you're not the victim here! you took my father away from me!" Sig had now gotten his own sneer on. no smile was visible on his lips but on the mans. "I lost my father too..once.." he stood up, he was a head higher than Sig, and he could tell that he was muscly, even though he was so thin.."the thing is.. I'm here to know why? why did you kill my father, why did you pick us!? what have we done?!", Sig felt an urge of desperation as he said his words. he seemed weak. and he was not weak. the man watched him and moved closer. "do you know what kind of person you father was? he killed people too.. he destroyed lives.. he destroyed my life.. I! I just payed back the favor.. it was his own fault.. he asked for it.. and it as I said, we're all part of this fu**ed up puzzle.. consider yourselves lucky boy.. I'm the one to rot in Azkaban the rest of my life..", Sig watched him. He wasn't weak. He wasn't a hero. He was just a random pick. nothing was planned. he looked at the man in disgust. "I'm glad you'll stay here.. for if you ever get out.. I'll kill you myself" he turned to leave and the door opened and he walked out. The man started to yell at him, "don't you see what you're doing?! you're doing the excact same thing as I did! you're going on journey of revenge! and you know what!?" the doors closed behind Sig, he didn't even leave a look at the man. imprisoned for life. he heard the yelling continue as he walked down the hallway. the man was laughing. Sig heard how the laughtered were changed to screams.

Slytherin!

[Duwane Peters]

First Name: Duwane
Last Name: Peters
Age: 11
Appearance: Duwane is tall musclar boy who loves making friends and learinging, He has 4 scars due to death eaters attacking and killing his parents and siblings he now lives with his aunt who was at hoqwarts in hufflepuff.
History: Duwane lives in Wiltshire and lives with his Aunt, his family are pure bloods, he loves Quidditch and loves magic, he also loves Ospreys and Owls and has a barn full of them, at the age of 5 he accidently caught his rug on fire but luckily his Aunt put it out.
Personality: He is a caring yound lad, who hates dark magic but being in Slytherine wont bother him, he loves caring after animals and he loves to do well in life to make his parents proud, and sister and brother.
Sample RP: His Aunt woke him at 8 in the morning to get ready for the train it was a long journey, he had his trunk packed the next day and his wand on top of his muggle clothes, he then went to the kitchen got some toast then drove to london.

Once at london his Aunte pushed the trolley with his owl called Marty on it hooting along, muggles looking at him weirldy, they ran through platform and Duwane gasped the Hogwarts Express looked empressive. He hugged his Auntie and ran to the train to board the wistle went so he knew it was bout to begin, he stuck his head out of the window to wave to his Auntie and said i will write to you tommorrow.

Once the train got round the corner he went to an empty compartment and started reading the Daily Prophet. He got bored so he went to sleep. Then someone woke him up saying he are nearly at Hogwarts start getting ready, he rushed to get his robes on he was wondering what house he will be in, then suddenly the train stopped, he got out and lined out with the rest of the first years.

They went to the castle on boat and the castle looked magnificent. he gasped at the size of it he knew he would get lost, he then got of the boat and went up loads of flight of stairs, then they walked into the great hall and it was great. Then suddenly a woman shouted PETERS DUWANE i walked forward and waited to see what house i was in.

Ravenclaw!

[Analeigh 'Ana' Wells]

First Name: Analeigh
Last Name: Wells
Age: 16
Appearance:

Ana stands at about 5' 3" and weighs 102 pounds. Her hair is always changing from black and blond to a pink. Her eyes are a dark brown, almost appearing black at times. She likes to stand out whether it is the obvious amount of hair dye she uses or if it the way she dresses. Ana wears unusual clothes, most often don't exactly match, but you won't find her in the same thing as everyone else. She often looks and appears younger than she is.

History:

Ana lived in London with her parents and younger brother. Her mother was a Hufflepuff and her father being a Ravenclaw. Both of them no longer practice magic nor want anything to do with it. But Ana and her brother planned to spend the full 7 years there. which Ana thinks of as her best decision.

She was born in Wellington, New Zealand on July 2nd but at the age of 3 her parents moved back to their birthplace, London, England.

Personality:

Ana is very outgoing and bubbly. She has been singing since she was young and took voice lessons until she went of to Hogwarts. So she is always walking around singing, most of the time she doesn't realize it. she doesn't give in easily and most of the time doesn't agree with what people say.

She loves to party, it is the best thing and she likes to make a scene and stand out. The more people the better. Ana is outgoing and doesn't care what you think and won't change for anybody.

When she gets depressed, you can tell, it is the exact opposite from what she normally is and she likes having someone there for her.

Sample RP:

Ahhh! The beach at last. It was Ana's first day in this new, forgien yet familiar town. she had spent every summer here with her Aunt and Uncle since she was six. Now, she was 16 and the freedom she always dreamed of.

Once she arrived after the endless drive across the country she quickly unpacked her clothes. Throwing them in every direction possible. She smiled at her job, not so well done. Clothes were hanging out of the dresser and several dresses,shirts, and pants falling off of the hanger's they once previously were resting on. She shrugged, not thinking much of it, Ana would move everything to the right location later.

In no time, Ana was changed into her swimsuit with a Summer dress covering over it. A very large smile was spread across her face. from the freezing climate of New York City to the Sunny beaches of California! Jumping into her car she drove herself to the beach. sunny, sandy and all! Prefect, just like she remembered from a few years ago. This was going to be perfect.

Ana got out of her car and walked to the shore, putting down her towel and slipping out of her dress, revealing her blood red and and white bikini, with small stripes across it. She laid on the beach, examining the people from all directions. She smiled as people walked by.

soon enough she was jumping into the salt water, enjoying the feeling of it. The memories all coming back to her. The old friends, her brother, the sun, the fun. Everything was perfect.

From another site.

Hufflepuff!

[Adela *Addie* Marcole]

First Name: Adela
Last Name: Marcole
Age: 16
Appearance:
Adela stands at five feet, seven inches, but is considered to be the short on of the group. Her long hair is a pinkish-red and flows about halfway down her back, her hair in a range of styles from fancy updo's to seductive waves that frame her face. Adela's sense of stlye comes from her mother, a french fashion designer who always gives her the best of everything, especially when it comes to crazy clothes. Petticoats, corsets, and everything else under the sun, Adela can pair any two pieces together that would blow your mind. The tall sixteen year old has an hourglass figure, perfect for the runway, as her mother would say, and she isn't afraid to show what she his.
History:
Adela Marcole was born on February fourteenth, sixteen years ago. Her parents, both pureblood in nature, immediately knew that she was special, gifted with the same gifts that they possessed. Annette Marcole, Adela's mother, was thrilled, and immediately had to show her eldest daughter to the world. As Adela got older, however, she was left by the wayside, as new children came in and took her spotlight. First Camille, then Marcus, then Victoria. With each new child introduced into the world, Adela got more bitter.

Eventually Adela let her jealousy fall by the wayside, figuring that she would get the next chance in the spotlight, for babies didn't stay babies forever. Adela was right, and she got her spotlight back when she was eleven. This was the year that the dear pureblood princess received her letter from Hogwarts. Adela and her parents were all so excited, they wanted to through some kind of party, and who was Adela to say no?

The party went long into the night, with Adela mostly in the corner, scared of all the older adults who were giving her funny looks around her. Adela only looked up when a man approached her. She knew who he was, and he obviously knew that Adela was the daughter of the two adults dressed lavishly in the room. The man pulled Adela from the room, into the sitting room that was almost never used. He sat down on the couch and told her to do the same. Adela sat, and her and the young man talked long into the night. This is where details get a little sketchy. Adela's parents, Annette and Acetin, came into the room and were obviously furious. Her parents both grabbed her and pulled her away from the man, who promptly lit the house on fire. That was the night the Adela Marcole's father died, in a tragic fire that killed everybody except for the stranger, Adela, and her mother.

Adela's been searching for the man ever since, wanting to thank him for her father's death. She had never liked her father, he was too monopolizing, and he would never let her talk to anybody who wasn't a pureblood. Adela never cared anything for blood status, she never thought much about how it would affect her later, but her beliefs stayed true.

So now Adela's been at Hogwarts for five years, and she's never seen the mysterious man. The school years seem to have just flown by, and she wished that they had gone slower, for Adela's now in her sixth year, and she doesn't want to leave.
Personality:
Adela can manipulate her personality to fit the moods of people around her. At parties she's happy and energetic, at things like funerals and around other people who are sad, Adela can look, act, even sound depressed if the need is there. The one emotion that Adela doesn't know is loss. She's never lost anything truly dear to her, even her father didn't qualify for that special position in her heart.
Sample RP:
Ebony smiled lightly as Clay walked slowly, hesitantly towards her. The five foot wings seemed to spread out, covering the width of the small shack they were currently in. Ebony let a smirk twist across her lips as she thought. "It must have been hard the first few weeks..." Ebony spoke these words quietly, and they were little more then a breath. Then again, anything else hurt her own ears thanks to her majorly heightened hearing. Clay probably had heightened hearing as well, but even if he didn't, the shack was so enclosed that she knew he could hear her.

Seeing Clay's eyes widen and his hand clench, Ebony smiled lightly, knowing that he had 'sympathy pain'. "It doesn't hurt anymore... They take away the scars but they leave the tolerance I guess..." Ebony shrugged here and let her thoughts trail off as she watched Clay for any sort of reaction to the words that she had just said. Ebony realized that Clay was really empathetic, a trait that she had never had. Maybe that was why she was being trained to be a cold blooded killer, a white tiger. Ebony wanted to shake away the thought, but she also didn't want to move suddenly, for fear of frightening Clay.

Ebony knew how Clay felt... sort of. He was like a bird who couldn't fly, a bird that had its wings clipped. Ebony felt that way, except she was more of the tiger that couldn't run, not to its full extent. One of these days, Ebony was going to go for a run on the track that nobody used anymore, just to stretch out her muscles and run, run like she had never run before. Run until she was so tired, she just wanted to collapse. But now wasn't the time. Now she had an attractive boy semi-standing near her that Ebony had to admit, was pretty hot... Again, Ebony wanted to shake her vivid pink head until the thought was in the back of her mind, but Chris would probably think her crazy.

Ebony knew that Clay was looking at her teeth, which were sharp enough when she came here from never eating meat, since Ebony was a vegetarian. Her lips twisting into a larger smirk, Ebony revealed her teeth even more. "Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. I'm a vegetarian." Ebony looked down as she said these last words, a vegetarian that was being morphed into a murderer, but she would never attack any sort of meat, she would rather die or live among the human world to get food, and she had heard of people who had done just that, until they died of old age, and only eventually.

Ebony heard Clay's question clear as day, and his wings bristled as he was cold. Smiling, Ebony knew that Clay knew who she was. Taking off the black cap that she had been wearing, revealing her long pink hair. "Yeah, I'm on your ward, the room right next to you, I believe..." Ebony's ruby red lips curved elegantly into a smile again as she watched Clay's face for his reaction. "Ebony Stone." Ebony could somehow read emotions sometimes, and she knew that Clay was three things, wary, frightened, yet somehow unafraid. It made no sense to Ebony, yet she knew that Clay was a nice guy... Even so, Ebony also knew that Clay was bi, no she didn't have a problem with it, but Skylar Darling and Gabriel Lennox had probably made some sort of claim on him already. Oh well, some day there would be hope for Ebony, maybe.

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Gryffindor!

[alice]

First Name: Alice Katheryn

Last Name: Carnella

Age: 14 (But in year five, she's smart... and there was a mistake on her birth certificate so she entered Hogwarts at 10 instead of 11 )

Appearance: Alice is a little shorter than average height with long mahogany coloured hair and, naturally, light brown eyes. She has very white skin and small features. She recently got her (purple) braces taken off and now has perfectly straight, very white teeth and a smile that makes anyone feel instantly happy. She has the interesting ability to change her eye color at will; it has been the purpose of much discussion since the day she was born. The only color she can't change her eyes to is bright yellow; and she has no idea why. Of course, she didn't realise she could do it until after she was at Hogwarts, and that is where she learned to control it.

History: Alice Kathryn Carnella was born as Allison Marie Gold, on September 20th fourteen years ago. Her biological parents, Minnie Gold and Carter Halley, were not married, and Alice/Allison was the product of a 'make-out session' gotten out of hand. Minnie was 17 and just finishing Hogwarts, Carter was three years older and Worked at the Hogs Head. Minnie was a normally responsible Gryffindor, Carter was a wild and idiotic Slytherin. Both were pureblood.

Days after Alice was born, her mother's mother, Maricia, 'kidnapped' Alice and sent her to an orphanage in London. Alice lived there until she was three, when she was adopted by Nicolette and Michael Carnella. They changed her name from Allison to Alice, and are intent on her never knowing about her early childhood. Alice is still oblivious to it.

Nicolette and Michael were purebloods and had both attended Hogwarts (both had been in Ravenclaw) , but assumed they were taking in a full muggle child. They got the shock of her life when they found out she was a pureblood after her being accepted into Hogwarts at age ten, a full year early because she was progressing so fast. Nicolette and Mike had had their suspicions, due to the tiny amount of magic Alice had exhibited and her changing eye color, but they didn't know how much she had been experimenting in her bedroom, and how good she was getting at controlling these peculiar talents of hers.

So Alice went off to Hogwarts and has been there for the past 5 years.

Personality:Alice is a quiet, but very intelligent girl. She likes to act and sing and dance, and also to read ALL THE TIME. There is hardly ever a moment when Alice doesn't have a book in her hands. Alice is a good athlete, but hates anything to Athletic.

Sample RP: Jane walked swiftly through the forest surrounding the small town of Forks. She could have run and been there hours ago, but she wasn't in a hurry. Aro wasn't expecting Jane back for at least a week. Finally, Jane caught the scent of at least three different vampires and knew she had to be close. She sped into a run and within seconds was standing in front of a large house; mostly made of glass.

Jane slowed back down to a walk and approached the front door. She had never met any of these 'Cullens' and wasn't exactly thrilled to have to. Jane had always preferred to stay in one place, and she hated being away from Volterra, especially when she was missing mealtime. Heidi always managed to find especially tastey humans to 'eat' and it was really a shame to miss watching their faces when they were being divided up amongst the Volturi. Then when the screaming began... it was like going to a theatre; only the performers were actually dieing, not faking..

Jane sighed dramatically. Then she knocked quietly on the door. She hated having to be so polite! She's rather just knock the door down, grab this 'Carlisle' and drag him back to Volterra. It would save time and prevent complete boredom. But, as it were, Aro had instructed her that the upmost courtesies were to be extended to Carlisle and the rest of the Cullens. He'd said it nicely enough, but it was obvious that if she dissobeyed, Jane would cease to exist.

After a couple moments of pointless waiting, Jane rapped on the door again. Much harder this time, too. A tiny dent formed in the door and Jane rolled her eyes. What on earth was the point in having a wood door? What if one of them was in a bad mood and slammed the door? It would shatter to pieces. Aro thought of Carlisle as very intelligent, but Jane thought that if they didn't act like vampires should, like they exist to, then these Cullens might as well be humans.

Seconds more passed. Jane rolled her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She had pulled off the head of her cloak because it was very unnatractive, and there was no one around anyway. At least, no humans. She certainly hoped there were vampires around, otherwise, she had just wasted a week of speed-walking.

"Come on, hurry up!" Jane moaned quietly. She knew that someone would hear her anyway, and she wondered to herself why she didn't just yell it. Either that or climb in an open window.

(From another site )

[Lauren-Marie Lupin]

First Name: Lauren-Marie
Last Name: Lupin
Age: 13
Appearance: Lauren has long blonde hair, with black bands. She has it layered and it is often combed to give it a more voluminous appearance. Her skin is white, and she always wears make-up around her eyes. Her nose is pierced through her septum.
History: Lauren was born when her parents were very young. Her parents were still at Hogwarts when she was born, her birthday lies directly in the middle of the summer holidays, for she was born in between her parents' fourth and fifth years at Hogwarts. Her mother died when she was very young, and her father was in Romania when it happened. She believes her father has abandoned her.
Personality: She has a want to do well, and she always has her head down. Her logical mind helps her to overcome situations, and she is happy to contribute to classes when contribution is needed. She is brave, and clever, kind, and shy, and above all, mature beyond her years. However, she can be quite shy, and a little bit misanthropic.
Sample RP:

The bare-footed pacing from the office of Eoin Hanlon grew steadily louder as the day grew lighter. Up since dawn, the young professor had a lot on his mind, a lot to do, and, in his mental state, very little time in which to do it. That fact really annoyed him.

Finished with his pacing, the Seventeen year old got changed from his pyjamas, and into his normal attire of black jeans, and black t-shirt. His usual dress-code made his skin pallid, almost white, but he didn't care, he like it that way. He replaced the onyx stud in his lip, with a silver captive-bead ring, and lined his ice-blue eyes, before brushing his long, ebony black hair.

He stepped out of his office, onto the new, cold wooden floor of the Divination Classroom. He yawned lightly, stretching out his tiny five-foot-three frame. The cold from the floor didn't affect him, despite his bare feet.

He wandered idly over to the fire, before lighting it. The smoke from the fire drifted about the room, making it smell faintly of sage and rosemary, for that was what he had set alight. He waved his hands, and the curtains opened, flooding the room with early September light. But they would not remain open for long, since he preferred it dark, he would shut them again when his students arrived. The only reason for opening them, was so that he could see.

Instead of tables and chairs, there were cushions, and very low tables, which forced the students to sit cross-legged, upon the cushions, so the were lower than he. This wasn't because he felt superior, despite that he did, but it was because of his height. Being so small, it was difficult for him to teach anyone on a higher table, on a higher level of the room, since he would have to look up, and for Eoin, this was simply too much like hard work.

He pulled the cushions of ebony velvet and gold trims, out of the cupboard in the corner, jumping back as they all fell out. He then went around the classroom, arranging them so that it was six per table, three on either side. After this, he did the same with the table cloths, going around the room at least three times, checking everything was perfect.

Ravenclaw

[Louisa Johansson]

First Name: Louisa
Last Name: Johansson
Age: 11
Appearance: Louisa has short, white blonde hair and a pale skin. she has full lips and almond shaped blue eyes. Louisa's high cheekbones and skinny body give her a boyish look which she tries to compensate with girlish dresses, pink and other girly things. As said before, Louisa has a skinny built body but is quite tall compared to others of her age.
History: Before going to Hogwarts, Louisa was raised by her parent's nanny. Since her parents (both pure wizards) were always busy with work and other things they never told the nanny or Louisa, they were never at home. Leaving Louisa without brothers and sisters but just the nanny, Louisa often thought she was just a mistake and often she expressed her anger towards the nanny.
Personality: To strangers Louisa, is a mean,weird and cold person who only seems to be here to ruin other people's lifes. but the ones that know her a bit better will see that Louisa's a thrusty and loyal young witch who will do anything to help her friends. Louisa blows up things easily and always seems to be in trouble, but when you know her better you know she's a sensitive girl trying to express her opinion.
Sample RP:
“First of all, mum, I hated this nanny! She was a Muggle and I couldn't do anything! not even Quidditch or something like that” Louisa said angrily to her mother. Normally, she spoke to her mother in a normal tone but she admit to herself, that she disliked the nanny so much and even after hurting her like she just did, Louisa had so much anger inside of her which came out while she spoke to her mother.

“Second of all” she continued, looking at her mother’s hands in which she was holding a cup of warm tea“The lady kept misunderstanding me and pretended that I was a moron! God d**n it, she thought I just learned to write! Thank god she thought I was big enough not to take an afternoon nap” Louisa said and slowly felt he anger flowing out of her. After taking a sip of her own cup of tea, she sighed.

After her mother had promised her to get another nanny, Louisa nodded with a cunning smile on her face. "alright mum, but I'm going to Hogwarts soon and I need lovely clothes, so please hire a cheap one so I can get those Louboutain's"Louisa replied and finished her tea.

Slytherin

[Mikaela White]

First Name: Mikaela
Last Name: White
Age: 15
Appearance:
Mikaela has long hair that tends to have different colors running through it, sometimes it can be a color based on her mood or a random color she felt like wearing. She dies the colors often. A short girl that is scrawny and small in frame size with eyes that burn with an oncoming storm.
History:
Mikaela was raised by her parents. Her mother being a witch and her father a muggle. She was raised with the muggle world, only barely getting a small glimpse and taste of the world of magic until the letter to Hogwarts arrived. At first her mother wasn't so sure of letting her only child go off to learn magic. But her father being an understanding and optimistic person, changed his wife's mind. Her mother is the proud owner of a muggle book shop and her father is a lawyer for the muggles (obviously).
Personality:
Mikaela is a fun loving person and doesn't always tend to let things get to her. If pushed too hard, though, she can fall off the deep end and be rather mean, but it doesn't always happen that way. She likes to stay positive and look forward to a something bright. Always ready for a little fun and always ready to brighten up anyone's day.
Sample RP:
Mikaela bounced around, most-likely getting on everyone's nerves. Or at least her mother's. She was excited to be going back to Hogwarts. She loved the old castle and all it's history. The castle and all the rooms and old things inside inspired the young girl to learn something new, to help out whenever she could.

"Mikaela Rose, please stop all the bouncing! It's giving me a headache!" Her mother finally complained. Mikaela had ceased her exciting rhythm. She could hear her father laughing in the background.

"Now, now, Nicole, she is only enthusiastic to return to see all her magical friends. I'm sure you were like that when you were off on your own, learning new spells and whatnot." Mikaela had to giggle at her muggle father's words. Sometimes he could be ignorant to what truly goes on a magical school like Hogwarts.

"Timothy! Don't say such things, it is rather dangerous as well, not just fun and games. Now, Mikaela, please do mind your manors." Her mother warned, like always. It was the same story, behave, do your homework, eat properly, don't let others get to you, don't fall behind in class, don't sleep in class, this isn't like your muggle schools, they won't always be so kind to you. The speech was getting old. So Mikaela quickly picked up her bags, stole her ticket from her father's hand, gave them each a quick peck and started toward Platform 9/3, leaving in the middle of her mother's speech. Which she knew she'd hear about later. It was, after all, rude behavior.

Gryffindor

[Lezlie Kenlo]

First Name: Lezlie
Last Name: Kenlo
Age: 13
Appearance:
Lezlie grew up in fashion so she takes in every kind of style, if it's good looking of course. She loves colors, but not the 90's style of colors; that just bothers her. The clothes she has usually complement her slender body. Her eyes are a pale blue, but she likes to put in different colored contacts so that she can look like whatever she wants everyday. Black hair is perched on her head hanging down a little past her shoulders most of the time.

History:
She was born into wrong decisions, her mother (pure-blood) and father (pure-blood) never should have been together. Before they were married they had her, but they weren't really ever around. Her father (to say the most) was the one that was sometimes around but he went off more often when she was three. Daughter of a model she was treated to care at studios, so she grew up around modeling. Lezlie's father and mother split up after an affair was found out and now she lives with her mother, but still tries to keep a connection with her father.

Personality:
Lezlie is an up-beat and random individual with an interest in high adventure. At her home she would take her little "road trips" and sneak away from the house with her friends. She likes to make new friends whenever she can but when someone tries to force her to befriend them she'll become a most hated enemy. Only her friends call her Lez or Lezi, anyone else and boundaries are made at once. Even with her nice smile she can be the devil. In all truth she's sweet and sour all at the same time, and that's how it stays most of the time.

Sample RP:
All Lezlie could feel was cold water prickling at her skin. It felt as if it were rushing over her neck as she fell in the water. Hands started to pull her down, their fingers poking her from every side. She struggled to get free but her body was so weak from exhaustion that not even her eyelids opened. I'm going to die! Lezlie wanted to scream, there was nothing worse than drowning and she was just about to drown! The breath she was holding felt like a bubble that was going to pop in her throat, she couldn't take it anymore. Muscles struggling she tried to break free. When she saw she couldn't she panicked and tried to at least open her eyes. Right as she knew it was over her eyes shot opened and all there was was a dazzling blue light.

She gasped for air as she sat up in her bed. As she came to reality and saw she was alive she took a breath in. Oh thank you, she thought, her mind still buzzing with fear. Her feet touched the ground as she got out of bed and went to her window. This felt like an odd day to her, after a near death experience in her sleep she wasn't ready to start in the waking world. She sighed and dropped to the ground in front of her window with a loud thump when she couldn't shake the drowning from her head, "Ugh," she whined a little.

It had taken her about an hour to force herself to get downstairs. When she made her way to the kitchen she found a letter in oval handwriting. Lezlie yawned as her eyes went over the letter quickly:
Lezlie,
I'm going out for a little trip with the girls. I don't know exactly when I'll get back, but don't worry! I'll call you when I know; though I'm sure it won't be for too long. Remember not to get yourself into trouble dear, and feed Clover. Please, don't mess up the house while I'm gone. There is food in the cabinets and fridge.
Love,
Mom

A small laugh came out of her lips at the extremely short letter. Her fingers scanned the counter until she grabbed an over sized lollipop. Each side of her mouth spread wide as she walked off with it clutched in her hand. Sitting down on the aqua sofa she examined the walls trying to find something extraordinary to do. She let out a sigh and flopped on her back hanging over the sofa. Lezlie fidgeted to get comfortable and looked at her new upside-down world, "I don't see w-" she stopped in mid lick when her door swung wide and a boy about her age ran in.

"Lezlie, you have to come," he started and then slowed down his speech, "see this. Um, sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you." His voice was teasing and she guessed it was because of how she was propped at the moment.

One eyebrow raised and then lowered into its main form, "Oh, don't worry I'm just having a conversation with this lollipop," she joked and then slowly got up, "You sound excited, what could it be that it's got you pumped up? A better question, what could be more exciting than some weird stranger running into my house?"

He made a slight laugh and then moved towards the door, "Is it a good conversation?" A fake sigh came out of his mouth, "If strangers can't come in your house, than whatever can I do?" His joke faded and he beckoned to the door, "Come on and you'll see!"

Her feet touched the ground and she went to him, "Yes it was, and it still is," she said with a lick to the lollipop, "Fine! It better be good, I could come back anytime and do more interesting and fun things."

"No you couldn't," he teased again as they stepped out.

Lezlie glared at him for a moment and then dropped her head in defeat, "I can always pretend you know."

Ravenclaw!