Full Name ;; Edward Tristen Jones
Alias ;; Ed - Eddie
Bloodline ;; Halfblood
Birthday ;; March 29

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Personality ;;

Flirting, Pranks, what more could someone like himself be expected of? Surely nothing less, but more would be the better term for it. Occasionally skipping class once or twice, or just being approximately thirty minutes late as the others have already seated themselves and have already started the day's assignment, he doesn't exactly give a care as to what happens, unless getting expelled of course.

Growing up, he had no trouble getting anything and everything he craved for, even if it was just for that moment. He was one of the kids that were known as 'spoiled', but how could he help it? His parents were filthy rich with plenty of money to spare. None the less, he did know the rights and wrongs to the extremely large amounts of money he spent on a daily basis. However, it didn't stop him from becoming somewhat arrogant and over confident.

Essentially, one could immediately assume that he's one of those type of male teenagers who parents would fear to have to go out with their daughter, which does have it's truth, but to a certain degree. He may be known as someone who has urges to cause trouble, but apparently he does have his good points.

First of all, Edward isn't a player. There would be a better chance of hell freezing over than him going out with more than one girl at a time, or even dating one of the girls that desire attention from all the guys that are considered attractive in their eyes. Also, the injustice of all the lies that make up a large percentage of the gossip that spread from one end of the school to another is a bit a waste of time. Surely he does listen to what all is said, but it isn't as if he actually believes in it. What his parents had always taught him as a child: honestly is the best policy, no matter the situation.

History ;;

As a child, he had always been told that he was always loved by his parents, which of course he believed with all of his ability and of course out of pure knowledge. The smiling boy that wanders the halls and can be seen messing around with his friends from one glance would hardly ever believe there was anything wrong with him, that nothing could have possibly been out of the ordinary from his past.

Typically, there wasn't. He had two loving people that raised him since he was a child, a younger sister that was sent to a private academy, and an older brother he had already graduated from the school he was currently attending. Their family wasn't in the least out of contact since one of their sons had moved out and married, and everything was officially fine.

The only flaw that could really be made out was the fact he wasn't a pure blood. His father was a full blooded wizard with all the magical power he could have ever wanted, and his mother was only a half blood like himself. It wasn't as if it was a great issue however, despite what his peers thought or considered him as. Besides, who would? David, his father, was the head of a large company that produced wands that sold all over the wizardry realm, and his mother was one of the many orthodontists that made at least twenty thousand dollars per month.

What more could he have possibly wanted that he couldn't get without a simple asking of his guardians? Virtually, nothing. Edward lived in a four story house, not including the basement, located in partly detached area in the heart of London, England. He had also attended a large private academy that allowed entry to those from the age of eighteen months to age eighteen, but had only gone there until he had eleven years of his life achieved.

Up until that point, he had already learned and mastered the basics of what he was supposed to know about the magical world that was separated from the muggles. These lessons included common word usage, how to ride a broom properly, how to hold a wand, and etc. So to say, once he had received his acceptance letter from Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic, there wasn't exactly much for him to learn in those areas of learning.

Roleplay Sample ;;

Waking up to the sound of a ringing bell tower somewhere on the outside of the dorm building, the teen released a large yawn as he lay blinking his eyes open to face the white painted ceiling above him. It was another day, another boring day that would drag on until lunch, or finally when classes were actually over. Finally shifting his body position to be sitting and leaning against the headboard of his bed, he grasped the blanket lightly and pulled it up to the chest of his half-naked form.

It was already past the winter season, but somehow it still managed to stay somewhat cold, especially now. It seemed as if sleeping only in his boxers wouldn't exactly be a good idea if this temperature kept up. He'd probably freeze himself just by staying in those sheets after he just climbed in the night before, but he hadn't expected it to remain that way since the heater should've been turned on.

Dammit. Should've at least given me another blanket fags. Looking around, he spotted his two roommates still sprawled over in their beds asleep. They seemed to be look comfortable, especially not the slightest bit cold. Shaking his head lightly and heaving a silent sigh, Edward pulled himself out of his bed and walked over to his black leather trunk that he had brought with him that contained his robes, and leaned down to grab one that were newly washed.

It was a new day, the sun was rising up into a beautiful sunrise that filled the skies with the perfect shade of an orange and light baby blue mix and fading into the dark navy color of last night. As far as he knew from what he saw as he stood at his doorway staring out the window. Well, good start so far, but classes.. He made a face as the thought came to mind. Having to sit through a lecture that would probably take up most of the class would be a pain in the ass for him. Especially if it was going to happen more than once.

Finally turning to open the door, he gripped the handle and pushed it to enter into the hallway, heading off toward the showers. It would probably get his mind somewhere away from that topic until actually becoming a reality when the lessons began. "Let's get this show on the road," he murmured as he walked down the dorm hallway with robes hanging in his arms and heading to a private bathroom that included a bath.

Full Name ;; Peyton Holly McDonough

Bloodline ;; Pure-Blood and if I could, vampire-blood.

Appearance ;;

Peyton has always been well known because of her features; the perfect blond hair, the shining blue eyes, and just about everything else. She has a long, thin body with each thing a perfect proportion. Her legs make up most of her body, and she's covered with a tan that you could only get from lounging around the Mediterranean Sea. She's a very tall girl. Standing at 5"7, she towers over all of the girls she knows. She's very muscular because of how much she pushes herself in sports. She has a sloping nose and a dazzling smile made up of pure white teeth. She's always smiling, though most people don't know that she's hurting inside.

Her eyes are the thing that she loves most about her body. Because of her vampiric-blood, they can change color. They don't change from red to blue to purple or anything like that. Usually, they're a stunning sea blue, but if she gets angry or is upset, they transform to a pale gold. Whenever she's like that, she stays inside. She doesn't want to draw attention to herself. Even though her eyes can give away her secret, she loves them all the same. It's one thing that nobody has to comment on.

Though it seems as if Peyton doesn't have many flaws, she knows of one: her feet and fingers. Nobody notices them, but her feet are abnormally large. Not Sasquatch large, but rather big. Her fingers are long, but are a bit chubby. She tries to get people to notice them, but nobody does. She even goes to the extreme of wearing flip flops in mid winter just to get people to stop admiring her; to realize that she's imperfect.

Personality ;;

Peyton isn't some life size Barbie, though her looks say that she's a stupid, pretty, naive girl. She's, in fact, very intelligent. She's not a super genius in academics, but she knows a lot about life. The only people who really know her are her siblings, who say that she's seventeen going on thirty-two. She doesn't like people looking up to her for superficial things, like nice hair and pretty eyes. She wants to make a statement, to show the world that she can do something for herself. Unfortunately, this has all led up to great frustration, which has made the sweet girl into someone horrible.

After years of meaningful acknowledgment, Peyton has started thinking that she's utterly superior to everyone. She's still the same she was before at heart, but she's begun thinking things that aren't kind. Everyone knows the old Peyton, but now, they don't know what she thinks while they're talking to her. She's always thinking of things like What are you, an idiot? when she actually says Uhh, I don't think that's the correct answer, but good try!. She's sort of split into two people; everybody's Peyton, and the real Peyton. Her family knows about this because she always talks to her siblings about everything, and they hope coming to Beauxbatons will change her for the better.

Now, I'll tell you about the old Peyton. She always had a genuine smile on her face, and was ready to help a friend in the blink of an eye. She supported everything they did, and understood what she needed to do to be a good friend. She had relationships with people in all different groups: the cheerleaders, the brainiacs, the jocks, the skaters, etc. By doing this, she learned to change her personality to fit their style. (i.e. saying "omigosh" with the cheerleaders, and using large, descriptive words with the smarter kids.) Everyone knew of the lovely Peyton, the girl with the talent, looks, and brains.

One thing that never changed in Peyton was her love of animals. When in town, she always visited the local animal shelter and when she was old enough, she volunteered for a job. She loved the animals, and wished for one of her own. In a house of six children, she knew it wasn't possible. When she changed into the "new Peyton," coming to visit the animals was really the only way she could show genuine compassion. She's a bit nervous to leave the Muggle animals for the magical ones at Beauxbatons, but she's willing to give it a shot.

Even though Peyton always liked talking to people, she was a bit arrogant. She always held her head high, but in a bit of a snooty manner while around people she didn't know. It was if she was afraid that they wouldn't have the same reaction to her as the people at her home did. By this, you could say that she's a bit hypocritical. She doesn't try to put on airs, but it just happens, as if it's some instinct that she has. These are some habits that she may grow out of, but then again, some bad habits stay forever.

History ;;

On May 1st, 1991, Peyton Michelle Isabella Avery was born to Juliet Marden and Harris Avery in Marseilles, France. Both parents had wizard and witch blood, and they both also had vampiric-blood. At the time, the couple was feuding, and so the birth of their sixth child made everything all the more difficult. A mother giving birth, and bringing a new baby into the world should be the happiest time for the women, right? Well, instead of taking care of his wife during labor, he was on his cell phone making plans for football night with his friend. After this happened, Juliet was furious and refused to let him in during the birth of the child. After the whole ordeal was over, nothing was the same. They had been trying to get along, for the sake of their kids, but they knew that nothing could go on like this. The next May, a couple of days after Peyton's first birthday, they were officially separated.

After the two had gone to court, the judge ruled that the children would stay with their mother. Peyton was happy that everything was over, and that both parents would be happier, but he felt like everything was her fault and that, if she hadn't been born, none of this would've happened. After contemplating her options, she ran away. It wasn't really running away, considering that she was seven years old and that she just ran down the block, but it meant something to her mother, and so afterwords, she started dating again, hoping to find someone the children would be proud to call father. After about a year, she had finally found someone who she shared a mutual attraction with. His name was Paul Brown, and he seemed like an alright man, that is, until he moved in. Their mother was so in love, that she didn't even realize what he was doing to the kids. He forced them all to sleep in the attic, taking out all of their beds and shoving them upstairs. He knocked down the walls in between their old rooms, and made it a giant entertainment space, of course, for him and hi wife only.

One day, when the children arrived from school, they heard a women scream from their house. They ran into the room, and saw their mother on the floor, squirming in pain. The terrible man had hit her on the head with a book. The children saw their mother's wand in the man's hands, and tried to hide their anguish as he snapped it in half, thinking that it was a twig. They stood in fright, and could only let silent tears fall down their faces as he carried their unconscious mother outside into his car, where he drove off and never returned. The children were left alone in a large house, and were too scared to call the police, thinking that Paul might hunt them down. Soon afterward, a neighbor came in to give them their mail, which had been piling up outside since the children hadn't gone out. When she saw them huddled up in corners, their faces stained with tears, they told her the whole story.The neighbor immediately called the police, and the children were sent to a foster home. Unfortunately, one of the girls, Alana, was sent to a different home, splitting the family apart. Peyton still has hope, though, as Alana is a witch like the rest of them, and maybe, just maybe, they might reunite at Beauxbatons and be a whole family once more.

Roleplay Sample ;;

Peyton woke with a start, her palms shaking and forehead beaded with cold sweat. She hadn't woken from a bad dream, but from a sudden sneeze that was coming upon her from the leftover cold she had gotten sometime last week. She was at the stage where the aftermath of the ordeal was at full throttle, refusing to get out of her system no matter how close to Valentine's Day it was. She suddenly felt her stomach plunge into an abyss. A swirling abyss that reminded her of her hopless romantic status. She wasn't a girl for mushy activity. You know, public displays of affection and all of that. Everytime she saw a couple holding hands, she always thought of the wall that was built around her, permanently cemented between her and any potential fling. She longed to love and be loved in return, though every time she was close to it, her heart turned away; scared of what would come if she was betrayed or hurt. She was never this weak, only with love.

When it came close to Valentine's, it got worse. Everyone asking each other out made her as cold as stone. She knew that this was no way to act, and nothing would come of her acting like such a child. Was she jealous of her brother? He was always getting requests, always looked at and admired in the halls. Peyton was new, and she knew that she wouldn't become anyone until she learned the ways of the school. She knew she was acting selfish and hypocritical, but she couldn't stop herself. The feeling of the holidays had taken it's blow on Peyton. She felt like someone in an old movie. The damsel in distress? She wasn't that far gone, but she was close to it. This was how it would be every year, but she just hoped that she wouldn't always act the same.

Sneezing once more, she reached for the tissue box next to her bed. It was a rather repulsive scene. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was rather pale; paler than usual. Used tissues were strewn about the bed and floor, a clear sign that nobody cared to pick them up. Thankfully Peyton had remembered to put a sign on the door that said: "An owl is very ill in here. Not a pretty sight. Unless you want feathers coughed all over you, I suggest you stay away." It wasn't very convincing, but she had left that out for the past couple of weeks. It helped her with two things: No one having to be grossed out by her lack of hygiene, and no annoying newbies coming in to bunk with her. She was a newbie herself, but some that she had seen recently would just not be quiet. One even had the nerve to tell her how pretty her hair was, then touch it. Her friends could do so, but she hadn't even known the person's name.

It became aparent that almost nobody was cautious, or aware that people had a little personal circle. If she went up to a random person and patted there head, it probably wouldn't matter. She laughed to herself as she realized how rediculous that sounded. She suddnely whipped around when she heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She took her owl, Kei, who was not in the slightest sick, and tickled him under his wings. The bird squaked and flapped its wings, making quite a racket. Peyton smiled as the footsteps came to a halt then sped up enormously.

She let go of the struggling bird, letting it fly off into its cage. It was probably wondering when she had forgotten the last time she did that. When he had practically bitten her finger off. She smiled at the brown barn owl with loving warmth. She loved Kei; mostly because he didn't ever feel the need to converse with her. A very good listener indeed. Peyton rested her head against her upright pillows, and grew annoyed when the drowsy feeling that she usually got had not returned. What she really wanted was some sleep, to block out the world outside. Maybe she would have another dream of when she was in one of her favorite books, Jane Eyre. She was Jane, as usual. It was fun to change the outcome of the story, and she often prayed that she would have that dream again, or another variation of it.

She shut her eyes with force and squeezed them shut. She knew that this would have no effect, but she was getting rather aggravated. She yanked a pillow from behind her and slammed it over her face. It only made her angrier. Trying a bunch of different positions, she eventually gave up, which resulted in the pillow being hurled across the room. Sighing in frustration, she threw the covers off her blue bed. She winced in horror when she saw how pale the rest of her body was. She didn't have any lights on, so that was mostly the reason, but she still did not like what she saw.

Her knees looked knobby and her feet looked too long. Her legs looked as thin as rails, though that had never really changed. She only had cotton shorts and a t-shirt on, and so most of her was visible. Her stomach was flat and practically just skin and bone. She never had an eating disorder, always thinking it was utterly grotesque for one to want to do such a thing to ones body, but everyone thought she did. She couldn't blame them, as she was a picky eater, but she didn't like the way she looked. She would rather have some meat on her bones then be as skinny as an anorexic supermodel.

Sticking her tongue out in a way to show her dis-satisfaction, she made her way to her closet. She put a soft smile on her face when she remembered that the Beauxbatons Carnival was going on today. She wasn't one to go to such an event, but she felt she needed some excitement in her life. She browsed through her great collection of clothes. Everything was either too short, too long, too dressy, too slouchy, or something that she had no clue why it was in her closet. After doing a random drawing, she came out with a strapless black flowy Chanel top, dark jeans, and silver ballet flats. Shrugging into the shirt, she looked in the mirror. The wavy material concealed her scrawny build and that pleased her. The jeans, however, had the opposite affect.

Though many girls would die for her body, men had pointed out that they didn't like girls who were too thin. Peyton obviously fell into this category. Shaking her head and looking down, she slipped on the shoes. Slowly shuffling over to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror, and her face contorted into a look of sheer anguish. When she thought her day was going mildly well, she looked into the mirror. Her eyes were a color of pale silver, and they stood out even more on her pale skin and gaunt looking face. Her pupils seemed to blend in to her stunning irises, and when Peyton squinted they thankfully couldn't be seen. She threw some water on her face and put the smallest amount of make up on. Outside she was good to go, inside she wanted to go to bed.

Her feet made a hollow clicking noise as she strolled through the halls. People passing her looked giddy with excitement. Peyton noted that it was almost like Christmas during Valentine's Day. The air was filled with glee, of course no singing or caroling, but a sweet aura that seemed to enclose on the school. The boys that came down the halls were either punching each other in embarrassment, or shuffling along very aloofly, with a look that said: If I didn't have a date, I'd be in bed now. She rolled her eyes when some looked at her with expectant faces, as if they thought she'd ask them out when she didn't know them. She had no clue where she was walking, she just followed the crowd. It wasn't long before they were outside, and the grop slowly divided, leaving Peyton alone.

Walking aimlessly around the grounds, she sought something to do. That's when she remembered what she was doing. The dang cold had been making her forget a bunch of things. A couple of thoughts sprang into her head. Bumper Cars? Rollercoaster? Then she thought of a better idea; the Fun House. Nobody really went in the Fun House since it was too "childish," but Pey liked it that way. It made her feel relaxed. Relaxation was exactly what she needed.

The sky had a gray tinge, one that only came during winter. It was almost as if the gods were indecisive about the weather. The couldn't decide between a gusty wind, pouring rain, or beautiful sunshine. It almost angered the girl, as she like things straightforward and to the point. It was exhausting to last throughout the afternoon not knowing what could come next. Slowly making her way to the center of the event, she began to feel out of place. She knew that there would be loads of people, but she didn't expect this many. She hadn't seen everyone in the school, but they all seemed to be there now. Not really knowing where to head first, she took a look around. She saw one or two familiar faces, but she didn't bother to say hello to anyone. She didn't really know if they would ask her questions about her eyes. She could always say that she had new contacts in, but why would waste time?

She soon caught sight of the fun house and walked inside it. As expected, there weren't many people. She strolled in and slowly got lost in the laborinth of passages. Mirrors were set in different patterns to get you trapped. Peyton just took in the fun of it all, unlike some other people she knew who'd be afraid they'd get lost. This wasn't like any other she had been in, as she had only visited Muggle ones at stupid festivals. Touching the glass of one mirror, she felt herself spin around to face the other direction, and a whole new set of hallways. She sighed and smiled. It would definitely take up some time to get out of here.

She giggled when the mirrors started to distort her appearance. She was first super skinny, then her head grew big. Lastly, she grew utterly obese, and she grimaced at that. Sure, she whined about her problems, but people had it much worse than she. Peyton moved on, slowly making her way out of the mirror maze. Now it was the physical part. Ropes and walls blocked her way from the exit. Though she looked almost breakble, she was mostly muscle. She threw herself over the obstacles, laughing at how silly she must look. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and was about to turn around when she smacked into someone.

She crashed on to the ground, not worried about hersef, but the other person. She expected them to be on the ground alongside her, but instead, he was standing. Standing up quickly, she managed to find the words she was looking for. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Uhhmm, are you ok? Are you hurt?" She asked these things in a worried voice, as if she had knocked him down a flight of stairs. So much for having a good day.


Sorry if you find it too short ^^
I can try to make it longer.