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Post by Cole White on Jan 28, 2009 9:35:38 GMT -5
First Name: Cole
Last Name: White
Age: 15
Appearance: Cole is very much like his younger sister in terms of hair color. He enjoys coloring his hair in many different ways, liking to shock some by dying it black and then neon the next time. His hair is the only wild colors he really does, his dark eyes are normally shadowed with grey and his lip rings stay silver unless his sister gets him a colorful one.
History: Cole was raised by his witch mother and his muggle father. They sheltered him and his little sister from the world of magic until he reserved his Hogwarts letter. It was a major shock to him but he headed off to Hogwarts after much talking with his mother and father. His mother is the proud owner of a muggle book shop and his father is a lawyer for muggles.
Personality: Cole is normally a calm and quiet person but he has bubbles of hyperness that come very randomly. He loves to tease his little sister but tends to be very protective of her as well.
Sample RP: Cole laughed softly and shook his head as he watched his little sister bouncing around the living room, annoying their poor mother to death. "Oh come on mom. We have heard this over and over and over again. I could probably say what your going to say word for word. We hear it all the time. Please, take pity on our poor minds and just let us go. I'll make sure Mik doesn't do anything stupid. I always do." Cole rolled his eyes as he walked over to Mikalea, eyeing her as he did.
"He is right Nicole, just let them leave, they are going to be late soon anyway." Timothy smiled as he tilted his head, watching his wife pout at the fact that her speech would be cut down to nothing.
Cole sighed and gave his father a look as Nicole quickly went into a flurry of activities to make sure they had everything. She was freaking out screaming out questions that Cole answered quickly as he played with the blond in his hair.
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Post by Kalmia Smith on Jan 31, 2009 0:07:04 GMT -5
First Name: Kalmia
Last Name: Smith
Age: 16
Appearance: Kalmia is a girl that always likes to look her best. She sometimes has to rush and throw her long wavy brown hair up into a bun but she some how pulls any look off. She wears little makeup except around her eyes which she lines in black to make her large gray eyes stand out even more, a look she loves to strive for.
History: Kalmia’s mother and father are both magic users and thus she grew up around constant magical uses. Her mother is a stay at home mom, raising Kalmia and her two younger brothers. Her father is a storeowner a for muggles clothing store, one of the reasons that Kalmia is so fashion conscious. It wasn’t long till her Hogwarts letter came in and she headed off to learn the magic herself.
Personality: Kalmia is a bright and upbeat girl. She lets little get herself down for she doesn’t think that time should be wasted away worrying about things that will never change. She is fun to be around and can be very playful.
Sample RP: Kalmia hummed softly as she danced slightly in front of the mirror. It was Christmas break and a bunch of the girls were heading out to Hogsmeade to enjoy some nice food and to get away from the school if only for a little while. She quickly glanced at the little clock near her, sighing as she saw the numbers flick by. She had less than ten minutes to get done. Ah, you can never rush a work of art, how wrong. She was quick to brush her hair out and double check her makeup, a light foundation and dark eye liner. She grinned and blew a kiss at herself in the mirror before she bounced off, her wavy hair following every move.
She was quick to pull on her clothes, a white sweater and some dark blue jeans, finishing the look off with some dark leather boots. It wasn’t long before she grabbed her coat and money and headed off to the common room where all the others were waiting.
“Oh my god! It didn’t take her the whole time.” One of the girls grinned as she teased Kalmia. “I’m surprised Kal. I thought you would have taken the whole time to get ready.”
Kalmia sighed and shook her head some. “Hey, stop the teasing, you always have to look good no matter where you go!” Kalmia ignored the other girls as they quoted her as she spoke.
“You never know who might be just around the corner. So you always half to look good.” The group said the words together and laughed at Kalmia’s pouting face. “Your all…so mean to me.” She gave a fake sniff before brushing her hair back, walking out of the room with the girls all behind her, most of them laughing but now getting excited about getting out of Hogwarts for a little bit.
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Post by Theodore Alexander on Feb 2, 2009 15:28:35 GMT -5
First Name: Theodore Last Name: Alexander Age: 17 Appearance: Alexander stands at 5'9. Alexander has well defined cheekbones and a rather strong jaw line. Elexander has learned to take care in his appearance, so he has sandy blone, brown hair that is always styled perfectly. Alexander takes pride in what he wears, you never see him in his scruff.
History: Alexander grew up in a very strict pureblood family, so it's safe to say that he knows his place in his world. He was bron on the 31st of October, ironically on Halloween. His parents and older brother always treated him right and brought him in the pure blood way. In his opinion the only way that somebody should be brought up.
Personality: Alxander is a very cold and black hearted man. He is set in his ways and no-body can change that. It's the same if he has a goal, he will not give up until he had reached goal and more. Alexander had a tough exterior, and that's all he has, he has no soft side, or funny side. Smooth is more his style, he is an extremely good charmer and always gets the girl he wants.
Sample RP:
(from another character)
The white lake. Ash hadn't been here that many times before which was suprising concidering how long she had been at the school. Her power was really starting to annoy her, she had more power than control and it showed. Ash could practice as much as she wanted but nothing worked. So after a while she decided that the best thing to do would be to stop pracicing and go for a walk.
As she was sat near the lake she stood up and began to walk back to her dorm, the next thing she saw was a blonde girl running towards the lake obviously upset, Ashw asn't usually the type to pry on other people's buisness but the girl seemd really upset so she couldn't leave her on her own.
As she approached her she heard her muttering to herself, she walked to the front of her and said "umm hi", she then sat down infront of her and said "are you ok". A bit of a stupid question considering that she was crying but never the less she sat there and waited for her to answer.
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Post by Alessa DaSilva on Feb 2, 2009 16:22:09 GMT -5
First Name: Sara Alessa
Last Name: Burke
Age: 16 (Year Six)
Appearance: Alessa has brownish-blonde hair - with medium length side bangs - that reaches just past her shoulders. Her eyes are deep brown, and often appear black in her pale face. She is a little shorter than average, and looks about fourteen, not sixteen. However, most people would call her very beautiful, just not in the conventional sense.
History: Alessa was born Sara Alessa Burke in Salem, USA on the Ninth of October. Her parents were pure-blood former Slytherins, and both were death eaters. Though her given name was Sara, no one ever called her that because it was so plain, and Alessa was exactly the opposite of plain. Her mother put her into acting when she was three, and Alessa starred in her first movie at five. She played seven year old Amie Collingwood, a girl who was orphaned in a fire at age two and had never spoken before, until the end of the movie. The movie, and Alessa in particular, recieved amazing reviews and Alessa has been in numerous movies ever since. She has two older siblings, Jasper and Leigh Anna, both who are also actors. Jasper is currently thirty and a Death Eater/Ministry worker, and Leigh Anna is twenty seven and the same as Jasper. Both were in Slytherin like their parents.
Personality: Alessa has a dramatic personality, to say the least. She is also very bossy and has to be in control AT ALL TIMES or she malfunctions. How anyone on set gets along with her is a miracle, but Alessa can act like a little angle sometimes. There's a good reason she get's so many good parts in movies. Since her siblings are so much older, Alessa's grown up with the get-everything-you-want lifestyle of a rich only child. And she never let's anyone forget it. Even though she is in Muggle Movies, Alessa thinks mudbloods and halfbloods are a waste of air and shouldn't even exist. As for muggles, don't even get her started. Alessa could give you a list that would wrap around the world more than once as to what is wrong with muggles. She is proud that she come's from a Pureblood Death-Eater Slytherin background, and intends to follow in her family's footsteps at Hogwarts. She doesn't have intentions to be a DE though, Alesssa want's to continue her acting. And maybe murder a few muggles while she's at it.
Sample RP: Jane heard footsteps coming down her hallway, and cursed under her breath. The footsteps were too light to be Alec's, and he was really the only person that ever came to HER chamber.
She quickly removed the painting from her easel and covered it with a cloth, then replaced the painting with a half-done one of a human shrieking in pain as he cowered against a wall. Much more appropriate. By now, Jane could smell who it was and the footsteps were more distinct, and the intruder was obviously Heidi. Jane rolled her eyes and thought about jumping out the window; but that probably wasn't the best idea. Someone had obviously told Heidi that Jane was HERE, and it would be a little obvious if she left. Besides, by now Heidi could probably hear her.
So, sighing so quietly she could barely hear herself, Jane said, "Come in, Heidi," Jane splotched black paint on the human's face, then dabbed at it til it was pale gray
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Post by Diana Dark on Feb 17, 2009 23:13:12 GMT -5
First Name:Diana Last Name:Dark Age:14 Appearance: Diana has a very slender body with a slender face. She has a very pale completion to her face which her dark brown hair which looked nearly . Her eyes are a smoky shade of blue and she wears her hair down most of the time with her bangs that fall into her eyes half of the time. She stands a good 5’4 and weighs anywhere between 90-100 pounds at all times. She never really had any style. Anything that she felt looked good, she wore. History: On December 31, 1992, a baby girl was born in extremely good health but into a very unloving family. Her parents didn’t want her, they left two days after she was born. She was passed from foster home to foster home since she was able to walk. None of those parents last a day with the twisted little girl. She would stay away from all of them, knowing they’d just ship her off like mail after a few weeks.
Finally, she was adopted by a man who recognized her mother’s face. As it ends up this man, who went by the name of Michael Dark, attended school with her mother. Both sorted into Slytherin, both best friends until graduation. He raised her to think like a Slytherin, which didn’t take much because she was already angry at most of the world for being abandoned at birth. The only difference is that she had an open heart to people in other 'social groups'.
Personality: Diana is a very out there kind of girl, who lives simply to live. She does just about anything to open somebody’s eyes to the real world. At times she’ll walk around in a haze, thinking of a new song she learned or wrote but then again, she might have been thinking of her mother. Most people avoid her due to the fact that she’s different. Diana wants to find the one person who’ll look behind the mask to see who she really is, and the only way she’ll find that person is by keeping her mask up at all times.
Diana is very shy but once you get to know her she’s very fun. She can be highly sarcastic, and can’t stand people who aren’t. Diana is very into her work and can do basically anything she puts her mind to. This at times has proven to get her into trouble, because she will go to many lengths to get what she wants. She loves to try new things, no matter what they are. When Diana is sad or has something on her mind, keep it to herself and in turn makes her very depressed. This also causes her to grow very angry and take whatever’s bugging her out on other people. She wants to find someone who will be willing to talk to her as well as listen to anything.
Diana has zero tolerance for stupidity. It annoys her how oblivious others can be to what really goes on in the real world. She finds her escape through the art of dance and the world of music. Once you get on her good side, consider yourself lucky, seeing as she rarely lets anyone be her friend without attempting to get them to quit. It’s not a very good thing to be her enemy. If you feel differently than she does, she will make her point clear and will argue with you until you give in or until you simply give up. Sample RP: Diana tried the best she could to avoid the visitors at the circus that day. It was the first day she was there with other people, besides her fellow performers. Couples kept stopping to comment on her. Whether it be what she was wearing, or the way she stood. Apparently, the way she walked looked a bit, doll-like, so she was performing her part well. She watched as a couple and their daughter stopped to gaze at her. She looked back and tried to keep her eyes friendly and doll like, not that the little girl would be able to tell. Her eyes were coated in dark mascara and blood red shadow. Her parents would be able to tell though.
The little girl wriggled out of her parents arms and walked shyly over to her. She reached up to touch the ruffle of Diana’s red dress that rested on her upper thigh and giggled. Diana resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing what the girl was reminded of because she was reminded of it when she first put on the dress. The outfit reminded her of one of the Barbie collectible outfits, only shorter, something she normally never would wear. She smiled down at the little girl and the girl blushed and ran on her small, stubby lets back to her mother who picked her up and walked away.
Diana turned, rolled her eyes and mumbled some thing completely inaudible to anyone’s ears. She walked around a bit longer, thinking of the little girl and her parents. That girl was so blind to the real world, she’d never be able to survive. She walked until she cam to the puppet theater. She walked in and looked around. Empty. Of course. She saw a stool and walked over to it sitting down. She rested her chin in her hand and propped her elbow up on her exposed knee, pondering what would happen if that little girl suddenly had to handle herself. ((Not even from an HP site, is that okay))
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Post by Angèle 'Angie' St.Pierre on Mar 1, 2009 2:52:00 GMT -5
First Name:Angèle Last Name:St.Pierre Age: 11 Appearance: A slim teenager with white skin, delicate factions, small nose, small mouth and full lips. Her long wavy dark brown her remarks her big emerald green eyes with thin eyebrows and long slashes. Height about 5'3'', fit very well with her elegant walking and dressing, normally she is fashioned but only with those things she loves, she does not follow all the fashion tends. History: Angie comes from an ancient line of dark pure-blood wizards, all the St. Pierres are from Bordeaux, a bourgeois family full of pride, black rituals with some racist origins and many luxury in their life style. The most famous, ancient blood line is Solomon the Great King, one of his sons ran away and forgot his surname to change it for the closest one, Saint Pierre.
On the other hand her mother's side, the Gaud's came from ancient Celtics bounds connected with black magic, well-known as Necromancy Masters by blood heritage, they ran away from Ireland to live in Lyon, and then moved to Bordeaux.
Angie after learning all about her blood history and heritage, as the second child and only one girl, was grown full of luxuries, demands and racist ideas about blood in her beloved France.
Both of her Parents Phillip and Lenore, moved to England when her brother Ulrich was 1 year old, it was by the time of the dark lord becoming good followers, however when they were almost to be caught by aurors, they ran to their original place to have a normal life with the family, mean while they were plotting about Dark Lord's raising with other colleagues from France. Her grand-mom taught her all the things she must know about necromancy, as the last heir of the Gaud; so very close to her mothers side, she sees her self mostly as a Gaud than a St.Pierre; her old brother spoiled her too, because he is only four years older than her and also he hated to be cared by servants, he thought they never were worthy enough for them.
At the age of four Angie showed her magic skills exploding all her home's glasses, for her brothers pride and servants horror, of course she was congratulated by her parents whom had already planned all her life as dark magic witch follower. When she received her letter from many schools of magic, her parents decided to sent her to the same place where allies were and also her beloved brother Hogwarts, not only because of that, another pair of watching eyes would be perfect to observe all "the good-ones" movements.
Personality:Cunning, obnoxious, cruel, spoiled, selfish, conspired, nasty, elegant, loyal to her ideas and her allies, good as student, but not a geek, just the necessary to use her skills and knowledge, for her own benefit, over protective with those she cares. Sample RP:Angie sighed deeply as she observed finally that landscape always mentioned by her older brother, it wasn't' bad at all, but the only one thing ruining every each thing was mudbloods and halfbreed, It was just a pity to teach them the noble heritage of magic knowledge, However it wasn't her decision, but meanwhile she could entertain herself using her silver and quick tongue to annoy under minded and rubbish fail tries of witches and wizards, of course making her hypocrite smile to professors after all her parents taught her the art of acting, just to keep herself safe and in good terms with those convenient people. The wind started to blow sweetly at the lake that Sunday sunset, many people were at their business, she smirked as she saw a pair of couples, she rolled her eyes and finally she found the silhouette she was looking for, she handsome, intelligent and admired older brother, so silently and as always elegantly sweet she moved close and took her brother's hand while she was saying:
"Finally I got you Ul, so then how are you beaux soeur, I missed you so then where you strolling around with someone or maybe only taking fresh air?"
Her face was showing a big gentle smile, as always she did when she was close to him.
Note: I used to have this character at the two last vectorshogwarts site, but because of my family care I decided to have a time off, and now I'm back if you accept me with new ideas
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Post by Sarah Victoire Delacour on Mar 2, 2009 16:05:59 GMT -5
First Name: Sarah Victoire Last Name: Delacour Age: 18 Appearance: Sarah has long, waist length, silvery blond hair and large, deep blue eyes. She is three quarters Veela, and being such is considered very attractive. History: Personality: Sample RP:
((I will finish when i'm not supposed to not be on the computor))
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Post by Ulrich St.Pierre on Mar 3, 2009 1:49:29 GMT -5
First Name: Ulrich Last Name: St.Pierre Age: 15 Appearance:Considered by many as good looking, he is tall about 6'1", with honey like colored eyes, short light brown straight hair, well built body because of exercising. He always dresses casual and comfortable, even if his dad doesn't like it at all, his expressions normally are intimidating sights.
History:The St.Pierre's comes from an ancient line of dark pure-blood wizards, all of them are from Bordeaux, a bourgeois family full of pride, black rituals with some racist origins and many luxury in their life style. The most famous, ancient blood line is Solomon the Great King, one of his sons ran away and forgot his surname to change it for the closest one, Saint Pierre.
The Gaud's, his mom's family, came from ancient Celtics bounds connected with black magic, well-known as Necromancy Masters by blood heritage, they ran away from Ireland to live in Lyon, and then moved to Bordeaux.
As first child, and the most important thing the last heir of the surname and traditions, Ulrich was risen to have all the history and knowledge necessary for the great St.Pierre last heir, he was grown spoiled, full of luxuries, demands and racist ideas about blood, all about rich families in France, is his world are just torture, horror and also racism to inferiors.
Phillip and Lenore, his parents, moved to England when he was 1 year old, it was by the time of the dark lord they became good followers, by that time he was cared by nannies and servants, that's why he hates most of serfdom, however after 2 years they returned to Bordeaux, before they were caught by aurors, they ran to their original place to have a normal life with the family, mean while they were plotting about Dark Lord's raising with other colleagues from France. His father taught him about mind controlling not using any spell just sweet seducing words, on the other hand he learned everything he must know about necromancy from his gran, however the last heir of the Gaud by blood is Angie; he loves being with his sister so that he always make to be done everything she asks to, they thought no one ever be worthy enough for them.
At the age of three Ulrich showed his magic skills making his last nanny to bleed her nose a bit, then he make all the mirrors and windows around in home to explode, of course he was congratulated by his dad whom had already planned all his life style and actions, as dark magic wizard leader. When he received her letter from many schools of magic, his parents decided to sent him to have a good pair of watching eyes observing all the named "white and good magic" rulers; just to bring some fun to the school.
Personality: Cruel, nasty, obnoxious, spoiled, arrogant, a conspired manipulator, racist with those unworthy people; with his friends and family he is loyal, caring to the extreme, kind and funny. As student he is only the necesary brilliant as he can be, he dislike professor's attention, so he only uses that knowledge when he only wants to, he is a good heir of St.Pierres noble art of dark magic making and wizarding politics. Sample RP: When Ulrich heard about his sister was sent to slytherin he felt proud of that decision first he thought that maybe that stupid bloody sorting hat might commit a mistake, but the best thing was that the mentioned thing didn't commited that error, so after many classes duties at vacations he was upset, not all the slytherin students were really worthy, just some of them, maybe he was in a different house by a mistake but it won't happen with his beloved sister.
He walked out the common room to get some fresh air free of noobs, after all his friends and him were not together all the time, each of the had their space and now he needed to be free. It was a clearly nice day, so he walked slowly around the lanscapes until he reached the lake, a splendid view full his senses, so me smirked after hearing a group of idiots giggling about love, she rose one eyebrow and said to himself"I cannot be more surrounded by noobs, but the view make me hold it" he sighed, some steps ran away when they almost close to him and they received a nasty sight from him, it was always like that every young student remain afraid of his smirk, he shook his head entertained but suddenly he was taken to the reality when he heard a sweet well-known voice greeting. Finally his sister showed up taking his hand, so he smilled gentle and turned to her kissing her hand and said while he was walking to her to hold her deeply:
"Not at all Angie, I was just upset of those noobs in here, that I couldn't resist to take some fresh air, that's all. "
They got apart and he continued:
"So then tell me, what's your general idea about this bloody, but entertaining place"
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Post by Suri Visconti on Mar 9, 2009 3:42:19 GMT -5
First Name:Suri Last Name:Visconti Age:11
Appearance:Suri is a slim girl, average height for her age, white skin like snow, an elegant girl with delicate factions, beautiful long silver blonde color, which changes according to her mood, she naturally is a posh girl, she loves making her own clothing designs, she just care to have and create her style.
History: Suri comes from an ancient line of pure-bloods, the noble house of the Visconti, her of famed wizard ancestor was Galeazzo II Visconti whom was a member of the Visconti dynasty and a ruler of Milan, Italy; son of Stefano Visconti and Valentina Doria. He made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem; He was handsome and distinguished wizard from other Solomon’s students, He married to Isabelle, daughter of King John of France. He was infamous for instituting the quaresima, a particularly sadistic form of torture, a kind of secret rituals of black magic, which preceded the execution on the wheel of state offenders and lasted forty days, alternating one day of the most atrocius torment and one of rest. Almost invariably the condemned died before being brought to the wheel, and all of it to increase his power. Her mother’s side, The St.Pierre's comes from an ancient line of dark pure-blood wizards, all of them are from Bordeaux, a bourgeois family full of pride, black rituals with some racist origins and many luxuries in their life style. The most famous, ancient blood line is Solomon the Great King, one of his sons ran away and forgot his surname to change it for the closest one, Saint Pierre. The refuge of Visconti’s and St.Pierre’s are located in Bordeaux, France, where all the business and manages of the entire family fortune takes place; Gian Visconti he met his wife, youngest daughter of Britgitte St.Pierre, an honorable family of pure-bloods whose ancestor was a Solomon’s student too and of course with similar ideals. Suri grew up with many dark magic rituals around her, luxuries, servants and of course as only child surrounded by everything she wanted. So the first time she showed her attitudes was when she “actidentally” make her birthday presents to explode when they were not the ones she wanted, so instead to get any repress her family congratulated that she finally showed her magic skills. She always admired her two closest cousins Angie and Ulrich, so as she heard that Ulrich and Angie were taking her magic studies in Hogwarts she asked her father to get a place there instead of Beauxbatons as her mother planned for her after she got her accepting letter.
Personality: Peaceful with those whom are of her blood status, spoiled, self-centered, smart, faithful to the ideals of his family and hers, with some craziness she loves art, and is able to destroy than to be a ruthless one.
Sample RP: While the sun was taking a reddish color, Suri was sitting in the balcony of his house, giving direction to one of his favorite gardens as the sun was consumed, after that she heard somebody was entering to her room it was her mother, making it come out that afternoon to their prominent feast of commitment, she did not know who was only the family name, a high lineage and his parents wanted for her, and she would carry the expectation that his father called it. Legacy of the Visconti family, one of the most powerful family in France. She walked down the stairs, she observed silently to her parents for a while, whom were waiting for her reach the top where they smiled and guided by their parents ... passing through the second Portkey to reach the British Platform 9 ¾; In her family, expected of them was the highlight of a youth about 20 years, which would be her husband when she finished school ... she is flushed, making your hair get pink, Visconti’s family is pleased with the girl who will be future daughter of politics ... Full of pride she took an empty cabin observing around until she heard someone was getting close she smirked and waited maybe for an equal to have a nice chat or maybe a bug down of her status, she sighed when she saw a well-known two faces opening the door they were Angie and Ulrich, she smiled kindly and with a calmed nicely tone she said: “It’s pleasure two see you again Angie…” she observed her pompous cousin and then turned to the oldest one “Ulrich…” she made an affirmation with her head and continued “So Place have a seat. I felt better when I see you, I thought that maybe some bugs would dare to ask for some space in here but I’m relieved; however we must be careful the train is getting more and more crowded, so I don’t want to share my precious air with lowers” she smirked again and said in a tricky tone ”Or what do you think?” and she waited for her cousins answers.
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Post by Zaphire Lan Chi on Mar 15, 2009 16:30:46 GMT -5
First Name: Zaphire Lan Last Name:Chi Age: 14 Appearance: Lan is a posh girl whom always care about her appearance. Her Asian partial blood make her delicate ership give her a perfect match between elegance and sympathy her long brown wavy hair is stilled in many ways simply chic, she has got small dark brown eyes which remarks her chinese half blood, her pale complexion shows her other half British blood, height 1.70 m, slim, detailed by a small nose, and thin pink lips dressing a small mouth. She always care about her appearance and as a posh girl she always tries to be fashioned in her dressing.
History: The Chi family is a famous family of wise wizards, used long time ago as wise counselor and greatest alchemists, she was taught as a great witch follower of the truth and to find her own kind of magic. All the Chi are original from Beijing, China, descendants of Ge Hong, the long line was broken with her Great great mother, whom got married with Jaising Chi, a member of the Emperor's counselors, that's why the family is well-known about their inherited traditions of studies and wise minds.
On the other hand her mom's blood the Summerbee family, were a good family of writers in the wizarding world, the most famous wizard of the family is Felix Summerbee the Inventor of Cheering Charms, the Summerbee family inherit knowledge was been passed from generations and also the taste to study.
Lan was educated between books, experiments, spells and many Chinese traditions in Beijing, but her family moved to Ireland, even if she can understand Chinese, or write it, she prefers her mom's native language to speak it, English. She is the second child of the family, her older brother, studied at Durmstrang by choice, now he works at the Ministry in Beijing, and he suggested her, if she got the Hogwarts's letter as he did, to choose that school to learn more about English incantations and also about the family knowledge written in books. At the time when Lan showed her aptitudes of magic was when she was three and a half, she was trying to practice her piano lessons, but at the moment she played a wrong note her piano started to levitate.
At the age of eleven after her letter from Hogwarts was received, she didn't asist because of particular lessons from her grand dad a great alchemist from she wanted to learn, but two years later her family moved because of her father work, and now she was finally at the school all her family suggested, Hogwarts.
Personality: Nice but sometimes with those people whom prank or annoy her, she always care not only about her stylized walking, or her fashioned dressing, the most important thing she considers from herself is knowledge, she doesn't focus everything on the topic but she loves using her mind and logical thinking to solve almost everything. She can be obnoxious,selfish, but which human does not to survive in this world?, that's her normal explanation for her way to be; when she open her self to others, she can be nice, trustworthy, caring, and lovely, even if she doesn't admit it. Her enemies can be scared, she can be the worst nightmare ever, she has read about black magic and incantations, she doesn't use them but the quick mind give her a hurting solution without a simple spell.
Sample RP: It was Sunday midnight, just some seconds after she arrived at her house common room, the young girl remained in silence observing with a smirk on her face, so that was the famous witchcraft and wizardy school, the bloody school which everyone in her family annoyed about for long time to be her home for all the years she could as student. The place was very interesting, don't mentioning the fact that she spent most of her journey reading all she could about that ancient castle, place which saw most of the powerfully wizards and witches; she didn't care about the type of magic, she only read about the amazing classes and building history; every each detail was amazing, she was very concentrated in her analyzing world that she jumped when she heard somebodies running steps, Lan turned her sight to the origin and saw a group of little girls giggling while they observed a couple having a romantic chat, she smiled and rolled her eyes, maybe it was the best moment to white home and tell mom and dad about her fist night experience there, now her life in that school should begin she she couldn't wait for her first class.
So silently walking to her room, Lan grab a parchment and her will, turning to her bed, but before she get her bed, she turned around, and prefer to write her letter watching the pale moon, it was a really beautiful landscape lit by some blue shinning natural illuminations, how wonderful sight she was having, after another sight, her quill was taken gently and moved softly over the parchment:
'Dear mom and dad,
This place is much more than we all could describe in words, it is much more than history, landscapes, people, classes, or the houses in here, it is also that emotion to belong to the school founded by magnificent witches and wizards, every stone, can tell a story, the moving portraits are gentle and nice. The splendid sight of the enchanted sky like ceiling of the great hall left me philosophizing about shinning light over Beijing lakes; oh dad if you could see their library it is just as we thought implausible. Mom, if you could see also how my skin is delighted by the breeze blowing here and also my eyes observing a group of nice handsome boys, I know you can understand me more than dad; anyway I can't wait for classes to begin, you have an idea about my hunger for knowledge, just like Gran-dad. I hope I can tell you more about this place.
Write me soon. Love you, Lan.'
With a satisfied smile on her face, Lan rolled her parchment, close her ink bottle, left her quill a side and prepare herself for the next day, just wondering how her classes in a new school would be. She stood up from the place she were and returned to the common room to have a quiet enjoyable reading, her favourite book of spells maybe she could learn something for her use, or maybe for other tings make, like make others feel uncomfortable, even if she did nothing, after those ideas she jumped from her place when she saw a group of painting whispering and pointing at her, so she smirked and slowly got close while she was saying to man in that paint, in her gentle and elegant tone:
"Excuse me sir, but may I ask you why are you whispering and pointing in a rude way to me, I'm afraid that I did nothing more, but read and maybe giggle a bit, but nothing more, so why then are you doing things like that, after all We all are part of a school and studying is not a thing out of place" after saying that she smiled a bit and say to herself "I might seem like a crazy, so then planning to make my own magic is not a good idea with such kind of impolite things" she turned on her feet to face again the picture and say "So then I leave the place to find more calm at my dorm, so if you excuse me.."
Note: I'm Wondering why my character Angie had been sorted and why this not?
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Post by Adele Rose on Mar 22, 2009 22:10:56 GMT -5
First Name: Adele Last Name: Rose Age: 15 Appearance:Adele matured very early in life. Her hair is a unique shade of brown, light in the sun but dark every other time you see it. Her eyes are a smoky shade of green that normally give her a thoughtful expression at a first glance. Her rose red lips are mostly found in twisted in an mocking half smile. Her pearl white teeth are rarely seen unless you actually get her to laugh. She stands a good 5’6”, which is the average height for most girls her age. She works hard to keep her body slim and lean, the few curves of her body emphasizing her maturity. On a school day, she would be found in black robes, white shirt, and with her house tie tied loosely around her neck. During weekends, you’d most likely find her wearing a pair of designer jeans with a t-shirt that would pretty much be impossible to find in Diagon Alley. History:December 14, a baby girl was born into the married couple of Amanda and Cody Rose. They named her Adele Catherine Rose. She grew up in a pure blood environment, both of her parents being former Slytherins. They had no doubt that she would, in fact, obtain magical abilities. So from the time she was able to walk, they began drilling the idea that pure blood were superior to everyone else, that everyone else was a waste of her time and energy. And since then, she believed them with every ounce of her being.
At the age of four she developed her magical ‘powers’. Neither one of her parents were very surprised, especially when she received her Hogwarts letter at the age of eleven. She was home schooled until she was fourteen, then she attended a magic school in France until she was seventeen when she transferred to Hogwarts on her fathers behalf. Personality:Adele had always been a dark child. She took pleasure in the worst thing. When her mother took her into town as a child, she would purposely watch the other children, snickering to herself as one of them would get hurt. Her family called her an ‘intellectual snob’ meaning that she would keep some of her friends around, simply to make fun of their stupidity. She wasn’t ever worried about having to make fun of their blood lines. She refused to make friends with anyone unless their blood was pure. As a child she rarely had friends for two reasons. One, she felt that nobody was worthy of her. Two, her father rarely approved. This caused her to judge people harshly and attempt to push most people away. In every conversation someone has with her, sarcasm would be used. She felt that sarcasm was the greatest way to express herself, and she never hesitated to point out the truth of a situation to a person to blind to figure it out for themselves. Sample RP: Seventeen year old Adele Rose had been in the parking lot for at least a good fifteen minutes. How much longer till school started? She wasn’t sure. She was new to Forks, although it barley felt that way to her. Everything was just as green as it was back in the rural community of East Stroudsburg Pennsylvania, where she very often spent her time drawing the different sights around her. It was just as peaceful in town here as it was in the forest there.
Adele sat with her legs crossed on the hood of her car, looking out at the empty lot in front of her new school. It was empty and quiet. Just the way she liked it. Her hair was the way it normally was, hanging down her back with a head band keeping her bangs out of the young artists eyes. In her lap was her sketch pad, that she was leaning over focusing intently on the sketch she was drawing.
It was a simple sketch for her had she gone with the simple image, but no, she was always the one to challenge herself. The image was of a large rose, and around that rose was vines, with rose buds scattered around the vines. As she drew she sang softly, “Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird, How is it you sing? How can you jubilate sitting in cages never taking wing?” the rest she hummed softly finding that singing while trying to concentrate was difficult.
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Post by Cylan King on Jun 10, 2009 10:57:20 GMT -5
First Name: Cylan Last Name: King Age: 13 (or whatever, I don't care really) Appearance: A slender pale young woman with long blonde hair running down her shoulders, though her hair has been every color so don't be surprised if it's not blonde sometimes. Her sense of style goes everywhere at one time, there is no particular way for her to dress. History: Cylan grew up in a household of pure blood Slytherins and very cruel parents. For years she had been taught that she was better than others, and not to converse with muggles or mud bloods of any kind. She didn't feel the way her parents felt though, she felt compassion toward everyone, no matter what you were. At the first sign of difference her parents sent her away to live with her grandparents for some time thinking maybe they'd knock some sense into her. She felt alone... dead in so many ways. No matter what she tried she couldn't get the pain away from her and everyday she died a little bit more at a time. When she was on her way to Hogwarts all she could think of was freedom from this horrible place. Personality: Sweet in so many ways, compassionate to everyone she sees. The only possible mean streak she could ever have is when you make her angry and when you do, she's the devil. When no one or everyones watching she will dance just because she can. She loves to be the attention of everyone in a room, though the appearance she gives off says otherwise. To say all the truth she and her emotions go everywhere at once, but she doesn't care all she wants is for you to see her up beat personality that she likes better than anything in the world because she doesn't ever want you to see her tears. Sample RP: A room, dark with pain and shadow. A wall, having a young body thrown against it so many times. Blood trickled off the fingertips of a young girl in the corner of the room, staining the white carpet scarlet. Tears rolled salty reminders down her pale cheeks and mumbled words came out of her hurt lips. What was there in that dark room? That dark house? What was there to keep her there? A shrill angry yell came from downstairs, "Shut up you insolent little brat!"
Cylan covered her face with her arms, trying to hide her face as if someone was watching. Blood trickled down from her arms and onto her face. She didn't care how much it hurt now, it would be over soon. Soon there would be Hogwarts standing in front of her ready to take her in. Even if she couldn't escape everything she could escape some. She looked over her knees at the dark hallway as she curled up in a ball. Time past as her desolate stare commenced. Cylan, shaken, crawled partly to her door and shut it quietly. A pleasant silence came now that mad her smile with what she wanted to. Quietly and tiredly she curled up on her bed and went into a ball shape, looking at the blank wall in front of her. She let a sigh come from her lips now, "I can fix it... there is no time to cry..." she yawned, "I can fix it." Darkness came as her eyelids shut and a world all her own entered in. Her dreams filled her with hope and happiness all in one, driving her not to wake up.
Sun slitted sneakily through her window and onto her face. She squinted a little, unwilling to get up. Soon she gave in to the persistent sunlight by sitting up lazily. Cylan could taste the morning in her mouth and tasted bittersweet. Feet flopped on the ground and hurried over to the chestnut wardrobe in the corner of the room. Clothing slipped over her head and everywhere else it need be until she was fully dressed. Two aching fists rubbed numbingly over her eyes as two tired feet made their way down the stairs to the kitchen. When she saw her parents she stopped in her path, Time to pretend, she thought.
They looked up quickly with sharp expectant eyes. Cylan kept them both in eye contact, "I have learned my lesson for the last time," no emotion showed in her face or voice, just pride, "I was being foolish, I know now how I acted wrongly and feel sickened by myself. I am a new person, a better new person."
The striking eyes eyed her a moment more and then both heads nodded. Her father looked at her with a small wicked smile, "Good, and you will stay that way."
She felt numb all over as he spoke to her. You think you won, her thoughts said sadly, but I will always be the same... With her eyes still level and emotionless she nodded, "Yes sir, I will."
(I thought it makes a good storyline ;D)
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