``prefect application

[``HM HAWKINS]

prefect application

want to be a prefect? make sure you fill out an application before you apply here. please remember, as a prefect, you are responsible for maintaining rules around the board. if you abuse power or don't do your job, you'll be demoted back to a regular student. use the form below in your reply to apply for the position.

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[b]NAME:[/b] full name
[b]AGE:[/b] character age
[b]YEAR:[/b] which year are you in?
[b]PERSONALITY:[/b]
[b]HISTORY:[/b]
[b]SAMPLE RP:[/b] as a prefect

I, [b]CHARACTERFIRST&LASTNAME[/b], agree to uphold the rules and promise not to abuse my power as a prefect.
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[Gwendolyn Tate]

NAME: gwendolyn vittoria tate
AGE: sixteen
YEAR: first
PERSONALITY:
Gwen is cold, especially with other females. Her extempore wit and vast vocabulary mean she can be quite insulting with her words, but always in an under-hand manner. It isn't that she has a naturally horrible disposition, although most think she does, it is just a learned habit. She doesn't like just any male attention, and girls tend to dislike her, so she responds to how, she thinks, she knows they will react before they have a chance to. Those who don't know her well might defend her, as she can come across as bright and exuberent. This is because she isn't, generally, that awful to people on their first meeting, as she has no bases on which to decide her attitude towards them. Really, she can be a nice girl, it is simply a question of the right place and the right mood.

Although she can be cold, she still does take an interest in some people, especially boys she finds attractive. She will mostly learn to forgive some less appealing traits if someone is aesthetically pleasing, and is a hopeless romantic. It is easy to play games or get Gwendolyn to do what you want, as long as you romance her, or get someone to do it for you. When infatuated, she will do mostly anything as being in a couple puts her in a generally brighter mood. She will only insult people if they provoke her and usually tends to breeze about the place in a happy stupor. It is in her to be romantically mature, but having never had any experience of a proper relationship, a one entered into for the right reasons, she has no way of knowing this. She thinks being single is boring, but mostly only enjoys being chased, or the honeymoon period of a relationship. She never thinks about actual love, because she has heard, as every teenage girl has, what it entails - and it scares her.

Gwen hates to lose, and so readily accepts most any challenge put to her, even if it is blatantly obvious that her losing will occurr should she accept. She is, under her blonde hair and angelic looks, a bit of a daredevil. If someone invites her to something a little risky, she will undertake it, and do everything in her power to win. Of course, if the challenge entails something which would go against school rules, she won't participate in it. She will merely persuade some unsuspecting student to complete the task for her, which leaves her hands clean, and the victory hers. Gwen has a shining school record on parchment, the students might tell you that she only looks good to professors, but to her, that is all that matters. As long as the adults roaming the halls of Hogwarts thinks she is a little angel, she will not reign in her behaviour.

As hot and cold as she is, Gwen still has a lot of friends, but very few that she feels especially close to. Opening up in any shape or form makes her feel vulnerable, a feeling which she hates. She doesn't care for others knowing about the innermost working of her mind or her feelings, and so doesn't relay them to anyone. The sixteen year old has mastered the art of changing the direction of a conversation without evidence, but some people notice her reluctance to open up. Gwen can often become defensive should anyone persist to ask her about her emotions, and this is when she gets irritated and will often say things she doesn't mean. Usually, she wouldn't care, but it is the people who notice this that she doesn't want to hurt.
HISTORY:
Eros Alexander Le Bonne was born into a wealthy family, pureblood, of course, and their only child save his twin brother Noah. Eros and Noah were more or less the same, both highly competitive, especially with each other and both cunning. Eros was introduced at a yong age to Vittoria Gray, the only daughter of his parents' best friends. She was an attactive little thing, with golden hair and dark eyes, with a love for the large gardens at Eros' house. The two were great friends, although Eros used to tease her, but all in good faith. The two of them would play together regularly, and it was this way as they grew.

Eros Le Bonne and Vittoria Gray were married in a fairly grand church wedding near their home in Belgravia, London. The pair had not exactly been arranged to marry in infancy, just forced to spend most of their free time together. Their families didn't want to force their union upon them, rather just encourage them to make it happen. Although the two didn't have any deep, meaningful collection, they were both fairly shallow and each of them good looking. Their relationship wasn't built on profound love, but they took comfort in having an attractive, intelligent spouse, and were content. After no more than two years of marriage, Vittoria fell pregnant for the first time, giving birth to a baby girl just short of nine months after.

It was not two months after the birth of their first child, that Vittoria was pregnant once more. This time, they gave birth to another daughter - Gwendolyn. She was a beautiful child, with milky ringlets and bright, inquisitive sage eyes. She was more active than her older sister, she would roam in the garden with her mother, picking flowers, or enchant her family by singing to them so that they clapped and praised her. It was obvious, even from an early age, that Gwen's older sister was the black sheep. Gwen herself resembled her mother a remarkable ammount, which was a very good trait to have. The two girls went through their junior school education without any abnormalities. Issy was always a popular little girl, the favourite of many teachers, while her older sister remained quiet and kept to herself.

Just before her first year, Gwen went, with her mother, to collect all of the things she would need for her Hogwarts education. Although the expense wasn't small, Vittoria was not prepared to have her family using second-hand equipment. Aside from that, they had more than enough money to be comfortable spending so much on her needs. When Issy arrived, she adored it. The wizarding world was so much more exciting and exhillerating than her muggle education had been, and although her parents had told about 'mudbloods' and such, she enjoyed it largely. She was still a popular child, although she could be a little curt, and put all her effort in when in class.
SAMPLE RP:
Book hovering above her head to keep the rain off, Gwen danced across the courtyard, her light footsteps sending tiny droplets of rain into the air as they thudded lightly on the pavement. It had been raining for the past three hours - since before Gwen had woken up, and she wanted to get to her classroom before it started to rain any harder. Slipping between a large oak door and it's frame, she stepped inside just short of the door shutting on her. Shaking her curls out, she ran her fingers through her tresses once, making sure her hair was still dry. It was partly out of vanity, partly because the mass of curls atop her head could hold a lot of water, and it wasn't very practical having rain water dripping all over your herbology text book. Satisfied that only a strand or two had been caught by the rain, she smoothed down her robes and continued forward to ward her intended detination - her herbology classroom.

The class wasn't due to start for another fifteen minutes, but she would have done anything to get out of her dorm room. The girl who slept in the bed across from her, Cassidy, had been whining and flouncing about the space since she had awoken. Apparently, she had a paper due for her Charms class - which she had not done. She had whined and stressed, and tried to write the paper before the class, but it hadn't worked. Well, Issy had no sympathy for the girl. If she was serious about achieving anything whilst at Hogwarts, she should have done it beforehand. This is what she had told the girl, and it had been the only thing she had told her all morning. Cassidy was so impossibly over-dramatic that Gwen rarely had any in-depth conversations with her. She just irritated her, always something wrong.

Waiting in the hall way, she pressed her back against the cool stone, gaze somewhere outside, peering through the droplets distorting the window. There students trapsing the halls now, still dazed from being asleep, their robes pulled tightly around their necks to keep the cold out. It wasn't too pleasant a morning. Across the hall, the door to a divinations classroom was opened. It stopped, slightly ajar, as two young students, no more than twelve years old, looked over their shoulders, checking for the absence of teachers. After a few seconds, the couple edged forwards, the closest one looking into the class room to check no one had occupied it. Arching a brow, Gwen weaved slowly through the stream of students, stopping next to the divinations classroom.

"What are you two doing?" she queried, arms folding and her tone bored. Pranks really weren't her idea of fun.The door clicked shut as the first student let it go, glancing to his friend for an answer. The little girl looked back to her friend. "Uh, we - we wanted to see." she said, a hopeful look on her face. "To see if our professor was in..." he finished, seeming satisfied with his explanation. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, and she leaned forward slightly. "And why is that?" she asked, mock interest in her voice, as if she didn't suspect the two of doing exactly what she knew they were. "Uhm, no reason...?" the girl almost asked. She exhaled sharply, laughing lightly. "Wait outside the classroom until your teacher arrives." she said, biting out the word wait. She pair nodded sheepishly and leaned against the wall. It was at this time that her herbology teacher busseled around the corner and opened the classroom door. With one last scathing look, she turned blithely and danced over to her class.

I, GWENDOLYN TATE, agree to uphold the rules and promise not to abuse my power as a prefect.

[``HM HAWKINS]

application accepted. you're now a prefect. You'll receive a pm with the password to the prefects bathroom soon.

[Graham Young]

NAME: Graham Avery Young
AGE: Seventeen
YEAR: First
PERSONALITY:
OBEDIENT. Sometimes, Graham finds it quite hard to refuse people. That's why he always does what she's told. It's not that hard to get him to do a task. But of course, he doesn't say yes to everything. He only agrees to the right things and the things that he knows that will help himself in the long run.

OPTIMISTIC. No matter what the situation is, Graham always tries to look on the bright side of things. He always believed that optimism will get you farther than pessimism. In dealing with people, he refuses to believe that even the cruelest of people are simply that; there is always a good trait within each person and maybe it's just buried deep somewhere.

FORGIVING. Graham was never one to hold grudges for a long time, unless of course that person did something really unforgivable. Sure, he'd be mad for a while. But the longest that he would probably last is a week or two. He isn't really capable of hating someone completely, strongly dislike perhaps, but hatred is something he doesn't welcome.

INTROVERTED. Most of the time, Graham prefers to keep to herself. It doesn't come as a surprise when he's spotted alone. If he's not alone, he's only with a handful of people. He was never the type of person who liked hanging out with large crowds. Though Graham isn't exactly the most outgoing person in school, that didn't mean he has trouble making friends or that he had none. He only has a few very close friends.

QUIET. Not only does he prefer to keep to herself, Graham is also quite quiet. Silence was something he always enjoys. In addition, he's also the type of person to keep his opinions to herself, unless asked of course. Although he doesn't say much, he can still hold a nice conversation.

PUSH-OVER. Admittedly and unfortunately, Graham is somewhat of a push-over. As he is overly obedient and forgiving, he's always considered an easy target. It's not an uncommon occurrence for him to be seen on the receiving end of pranks, jokes and taunts. Now that he's been promoted to prefect, however, people have started thinking twice. Some still persist though, much to his chagrin.

HISTORY:The lives of Marvin and Sierra Young were completely normal... by Muggle standards that is. Their love story could be considered a very typical and cliche one. Their respective parents being close friends, the two knew each other since birth. As could be expected, they were attached at the hip and almost literally inseparable. For years, they did everything and went everywhere together. Of course, they went to the same schools from kindergarten to college. To no ones surprise, the pair began dating in high school after years of flirting around and such. Marvin and Sierra were the embodiment of a perfect couple. And that carried on until after their studies. Just a few years after their college graduation and with both of them already working (the former being a renowned lawyer and the latter being a newspaper photographer), a ring was placed on Sierra's finger engaging them to be wed. Everything went off without a hitch, from the ceremony to the honeymoon. When all the festivities were over, they bought a simple suburban home to raise a family. Sierra was announced to be pregnant not long after and (surprise, surprise!) it was a honeymoon baby. Graham, who was named after his paternal grandfather, was soon born. For five years, it was just the three of them living blissfully until Sierra was found to be carrying yet another child, another boy named after the maternal grandfather this time, Caleb.

Basically, the Young family was living as typical, albeit predictable, stereotypical and monotonous, life. That is, until Graham turned eleven.

Everything was perfectly set up for the soon to be eleven year old. He was to have a birthday party with all of his friends and their family invited. The party was a everything Graham wanted and even more. There was a massive cake, tons of presents, excellent food, exciting games and even a clown. But in the middle of the clown's performance, a large barn owl suddenly swooped down in the garden. The kids, along with the adults, believed it was simply part of the act and thought nothing of it. Even the clown went along with it as not to upset the children. But the owl was soon forgotten as it simply just flew away again. No one noticed, however, a thick envelope that was dropped on the pile of gifts. It finally gained attention once all the children were long gone when young Graham was opening his presents. To say that the Young family was shocked was an understatement; rather, they were completely dumbfounded. Initially, they had all thought that it was some mean practical joke and simply decided to ignore it. But as the days passed, owls would deliver letter after letter. Eventually, they had grown to accept the fact: magic was real and Graham was a wizard.

Seven years since that fateful day, the eldest Young child was now studying Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and on his way to become a full fledge wizard. In spite of all the discrimination he went through as a Muggleborn, he worked tirelessly to try to step above all that.

SAMPLE RP:What Graham hated most about being prefect was patrolling the halls at night. For one thing, he would much rather be asleep at this time rather than going around making sure no troublemakers are lurking. For another thing, while he often preferred to be alone, that wasn't the case at night time. Call him a wuss, but he has a certain phobia of the dark. You never know what's hiding in the shadows waiting to pounce. Perhaps it was a result of being a Muggle and growing up with the belief that anything supernatural does not exist. So although he is fully aware that ghosts and such do exist (and even befriended quite a few), he still couldn't shake off the fear of the dark. If he's lucky, he would have the company of either of the Heads or a fellow prefect. On the nights he was unfortunate enough to be alone, he just had to settle for lighting his wand.

Plus, Graham also found patrolling the halls quite pointless. Seldom would he catch a student out of bed, with the exception of himself and the rest of the prefects. And maybe if there were some lurking troublemakers, they were exceptionally stealthy. Not that he minded in the slightest really. He preferred not to catch anyone actually. Catching someone would result to punishment, usually detention or some docked points. Admittedly, he disliked giving out punishment for something as trivial as being out of bed after curfew. Graham tried to be as lenient as possible. Unfortunately for him, however, hardly anyone would take him seriously. He was always deemed to be too nice and whatnot. Sometimes, he wondered why Headmaster Hawkins had picked him to be a prefect. Maybe there was no one else, but he hated to be thought as the last resort.

After searching through some of the upper floors of the castle, the Hufflepuff deemed his job to be completed. In the past hour of patrolling, he hadn't encountered anyone other than the Fat Friar (who had joyfully immersed him in conversation, delaying him a bit) and a few house-elves doing some last minute cleaning. Surely, there wouldn't be anyone else walking along the halls. Finally resigning himself for the night, he descended a number of staircases into the corridor just below the Great Hall. He was quite tempted to sneak into the kitchens, which was a few paintings away from the Hufflepuff Cellar entrance, but his drowsiness was a tad bit more powerful than his hunger. Food would just have to wait until tomorrow morning. Tiredly, he walked past the painting of the bowl of fruit and entered into the familiar common room. There were still a handful of his house mates lounging around in the fat armchairs but he paid no attention to them. All Graham had on his mind was the four posted bed waiting for him in the dormitory.

I, GRAHAM YOUNG, agree to uphold the rules and promise not to abuse my power as a prefect.


Everything edited to remove all the Head Boy stuff. I hope I didn't miss anything.

[``HM HAWKINS]

application accepted. the password to the prefects bathroom will be pm'ed to you shortly.

[ZEPHYR LEVESQUE]

NAME: Zephyr Levesque
AGE: 100 (looks seventeen)
YEAR: 1st
PERSONALITY:
Quiet. At first, Zephyr is very quiet. That also makes him pretty mysterious to some people, not that the pale skin and neutral colored clothes didn't add to it. When you first meet him, Zephyr really doesn't talk too much, maybe a couple words like "hey, how ya doin?" but that's all you're going to get unless you keep trying, and then he'll open up a little. He doesn't usually talk to a lot of people unless they're his friends. For some reason, you can't get it through his head that the only way to make friends is by talking to people.

Sarcastic. Oh, yeah. Zephyr is a sarcastic SOB. Sure, a lot of the time he can be hilarious with his dry, but tasteful humor. But sometimes, he is just so sarcastic that you want to slap him. Or for the guys, you'd like to dropkick him. But, he get's a long with most guys--that can take a joke. He can take anything anybody says and make it into a sarcastic remark or a hilarious joke in an instant. How he does it is also part of his mysteriousness. Yeah, so...I could have just said sarcastic and that would have wrapped it up.

Determined. This can be a good thing, and it can be a bad thing. If he sets a goal, he is determined to reach it. That's the good part. They bad part of this is, his determination can turn into wrecklessness, and it gets him into trouble sometimes. He turns into a complete daredevil when he has to go after something he wants. For example, if he's craving a certain blood--like a dragons blood. If he finds a dragon, he's going to try to kill it no matter what--just to get the blood. That's how determined he is. Maybe its more of a bad thing?

Creative. Creativity is something that comes naturally to Zephyr. He finds many ways to express himself that's not telling someone directly how he feels. He doesn't like talking about feelings. It makes him awkward and nervous, and he despises that feeling. It kind of sets him apart from women, and can be a downer when looking for a date. To express himself, he keeps a journal, writes and plays rock music, and draws graphic novels. He has many songs written, and can play electric guitar, base, guitar, and the drums. He's working on a graphic novel about a vampire. It's kind of a graphic journal. It's about his real life, yet people will think it's a creative story. People are so blind.

Tempered. Zephyr can unleash quite a temper when he wants to. It kind of ties into his protective gene. The vampire is usually pretty calm and collective, but when he gets mad, you don't want to be around him. If mad enough and provoked, he's liable to rip your throat out with his bare hands. Watch it, enemies of Zephyr.

Intense. This ties in with tempered and protective. He's a very intense person--kind of complex. That's what many like about him. Especially if they are in a relationship with him. He's an intense person when it comes to love, and will do anything to protect them. He's intense with his relationships in another way too, but I wont talk about that. It's all in his eyes--they hold his intensity, and as they say, the eyes are the gateway to the soul.

Immensely Intelligent. Even when he was still a human boy, he was very intelligent. He'd been in honor classes the whole time he was in school, up until high school. That's why he was one of the select few that went on the trip to Paris. It was an advanced studies class, the top of the educational chain. He just wished he would have spent more time reading more books about planes. He's a very intelligent person. Who said you couldn't have brains and brawn?

Untrusting. Zephyr, although easy to trust himself, doesn't trust many people. There have been a lot of people to betray him, so he closes himself off to the outside world. The only way you'd ever know what he was thinking would be if you read his music sheets or his comics. It takes a long time to gain his trust, but once you have it, you'd been keep it because he wont forgive you if you betray him. Who knows--if you do betray him, he might be the last person you ever cross. He has a vivid memory. He never forgets a face.

Strong. Being a vampire, he obviously has super strength. He's a lot stronger than humans, able to crack a tree in half with one fist when he's made enough. Don't start a fight with him. But physically isn't the only way he's strong. He has a strong will, and never gives up on what he wants. He'll do all he can do to reach his goal, whether anyone likes it or not. He'd try not to hurt anyone near him, but if he cant...it can't be helped. He has human friends, but doesn't want to keep them too close, in fear that they might get hurt. But that may change at a magical school.

Arrogant. He can be very arrogant and smug. He loves to get under people's skin, especially on a bad day. His smug and arrogance mixed in with his sarcasm and wit, is not a good combination...for you.

HISTORY:

Zephyr Shayde Levesque was born on August 12, 1909 as Shayde Rosseau Pestotelli. His parents' names were Elizabeth Angela Bennet and Raphael Emilio Pestotelli. His mother was a French-English woman, and his father was Italian. They were going out as a couple during the time of Zephyr's birth. They lived together in London, England, both having moved from their home countries, France and Italy. They weren't married, yet they were having a little child. Well, being only nineteen at the time of Zephyr's birth, they didn't want to be held down by a baby; and since Raphael's parents were alive no longer, and Elizabeth's parents disowned her for running off with Raphael, they'd have nobody to help take care of Zephyr. The couple spent time with him for those two days in the hospital, and then dropped him off at the New York Orphanage, the city where the parents would start their new life--without their son. Before they left him, they gave him a picture and some memories of them. After those gifts, they walked out with heavy hearts. Especially Elizabeth. She loved her baby so much already, even just after two days. Now she had to leave him in an orphanage. He would spend quite a few years in that orphanage.

Life at Saint Maria's orphanage wasn't exactly the best--but it was better than being on the streets. He grew up with the same kids everyday inside that orphanage. It seemed back in those days, people didn't really adopt. His best friends were a part of the orphanage. He would stay home and play with them all day, until the year 1917, when he started elementary school in Brooklyn. He lead a normal llife, although without all the things the other kids at school had. Zephyr often got picked on because he was an orphan, along with the pack of orphan friends he had in school. This happened all the way through high school. The between time was filled with troublemaking, fights, and addictions. Don't worry, only to cigarettes. Every kind of bad decision there was, Zephyr made them during his school career, mostly in middle school, when he started hanging out with a bunch of thugs, where he got his smoking habit. It wasn't always just cigarettes, either, back then.

1925. Manhattan High. That's the high school he went to. He still lived at the orphanage in Brooklyn. He got to school by subway and buses. Brooklyn was quite a walk from Manhattan. Nothing too exciting happened on his first days of school. He immeditely stuck to his orphan friends, in fear that he wouldn't make any other friends in high school. Him and his best orphan friend, Xavier, quickly made friends with a couple of other guys. All they really did was stand against the brick wall of the school and smoke cigarettes. They were the bad boys of Manhattan High. Zephyr lived his days at the high school, nights at the orphanage. It was a repeating process until he met a girl named Anabella in his freshman year. She was a beautiful girl with long brown hair and golden brown eyes. He'd fallen for her when he first seen her. They started going out in their freshman, and their relationship would stretch all the way through their senior year, in 1929. That's the year they'd be going to London on a school trip. They were taking a trip to London to view the cityscape, and visit a few museums. It sounded very boring to him, for the most part. It was a boring thought--London--until the night before the trip. He was lying on Anabella's bed, beside her. They'd just made love, like they had many times before. Zephyr had his arms wrapped around her, when she'd told him the most shocking news he'd ever heard. She told him she was pregnant, and Zephyr was the father. She'd gotten up to get the pregnancy test to prove it, and Zephyr got out of bed, putting on his pants and shirt. He couldn't believe what she just told him. They had plans to move away together, get married. He'd proposed to her just the week before. Now, she was pregnant. It was all going too fast, and too far away from their plans. She showed him the test and he was breathless, just taken back. He apologized and walked out of the room and walked in the rain, just wanting to go home and think things over. He just couldn't believe it. How were they ever going to take care of a baby?

The next day, everyone met up at the little airport in Manhattan. The class going to London was there, along with Bella, by the time Zephyr showed up. All she did was look at him and he was apologizing to her, hugging her tightly. They had no time for a real make-up, seeing as how the students were getting into planes. He kissed her and told her he'd see her there, but that was the last time he'd ever see her--as a human. She got in a plane with a bunch of other kids, in the airplane. Zephyr got stuck with a new pilot, in a single passenger plane. So, it was just him and the pilot. Just the fact that the pilot was new made Zephyr nervous. With a shaky breath, Zephyr and the pilot took off. It was a smooth trip, until they got close to London. It seemed that the fuel gage was faulty, and they were running out of gas right on the outskirts of London. They were going down. Zephyr remembered gripping the plane's dashboard as they sped toward the ground. He closed his eyes and everything went dark, and that's the last thing he could remember. That was until, he woke up. Zephyr lay on the wet ground, hanging out of the plane by his seat belt. Zephyr looked over at the pilot, who was obviously dead. How Zephyr survived, he didn't know. The future vampire got out of the plane, realizing there was a gash on his leg. He hurriedly limped to the outskirts of the city, which wasn't far away. He looked back, and the plane exploded. He didn't know what to do in a strange city, and he could feel himself slipping away. He limped a couple more steps before he just collapsed in front of a dark alley. That's when a family of vampires, named The Levesques picked him up. The leader, Thomas Levesque, offered him the gift or immortality, and being dazed and confused, Zephyr accepted. He felt a pair of fangs in his neck, and his vision went black once again. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a hospital, the vampire family surrounding him. From then on, Zephyr went with the family, and was pronounced dead by the orphanage and the school. They'd even planted a fake body. Zephyr had actually went to his own funeral, standing in shadows as he watched Bella crying over a fake body. He tried to talk to her, but couldn't bring himself to do it. So, he left his own funeral and rejoined his vampire family, agreeing to leave with them.

But, it wasn't long before he found himself wanting to see Anabella once more. So, nine months later, Zephyr left the family and traveled to New York, in 1930. It was hard to find a plane during the depression, believe it. Zephyr made it to New York, but really didn't know where Bella lived. He'd used his mind reading ability to find her, and it seemed she was at the hospital. Zephyr put two and two together and realized she was in the hospital. She was having the baby! Zephyr quickly made his way to the hosipal, watching his baby be born on October 3, 1930 at exactly 3:30pm. Zephyr looked through the window in the door, watching his baby and his ex-fiancee. He kissed his middle and index finger, pressing his fingers to the window, as if kissing his baby and Anabella. Then, he left, but he didn't leave New York. He gave Anabella a few months to rest, then he went to her house. He explained everything to her, but she didn't believe him. He explained and explained, and finally got through to her, but she rejected him. So, with a kiss on both her and his baby's forehead, he left, never to see either of them again. Yet again, he left with his vampiric family. He's lived with them, hunting and just living in London. He had a pretty normal life, all except the hunting of animals in the woods. He'd went to high school countless times. He would always look seventeen, and went to school purely for something to do during his immortal life. In 1940, ten years since his baby's birth, he got a letter from Anabella. She kept him filled in, and confessed she'd always love him, but she had a family now. So, he didn't go back, but they still wrote back and forth to each other. He'd even got a couple letters from his ten year old son, who wanted to meet him so badly. But, he knew Shayde would never be able to see him. Maybe someday. For the next 50 years, Bella and Zephyr wrote letters back and forth, with pictures and gifts, but in 1983, the letters stopped. Bella had recently turned 80, and died. Zephyr wasted no time to get to her funeral. He was glad he didn't have to give the eulogy, but incredibly saddened by her death. He didn't talk to anyone. He just gave her a kiss at the services, said his goodbye's, and watched her actual funeral as the put her in the ground, Zephyr standing in the background. He turned away and never stepped foot in New York again. One thing always bothered him about that day. He'd never seen Shayde there. Where was he?

Bella's death was now 26 years ago. Zephyr is still walking the earth, thinking and acting the same as he had back then. But one thing was different. He'd discovered that he possessed magical blood, inherited from both his mother and his father. He'd found them once, but it really didn't go well. He ended up blowing up on them, so he took information and left. He hated them with a passion. So, with this information, he moved to London, just waiting for a Hogwarts Letter. In present day, you could be any age and be a first year. So, when he finally got a letter, Zephyr left the vampire family once again and made his way to the train station. He'd arrive at Hogwarts soon, and there was no telling what he was going to get himself into.

SAMPLE RP:

Golden green eyes scanned the corridors. It was a quiet night, a full moon. He felt extra alert tonight. He was always like that on full moons. The moon influenced him greatly. He could almost feel it pulling him in as he looked at the window of the Hogwarts Great Hall. He'd been made prefect his first year here, which is something his parents would have been proud of, though he spent his whole life hating his parents, so he didn't care about giving them pride. The prefect position didn't really give him any pride. He knew it was a privilege, but he wasn't high and mighty about it. It's not like he'd brag over such a thing. The vampire was perfect for the job, though, since he really didn't sleep that much. His friends loved it too, because most of them were vampires that went out at night to feed. They loved it because he always let them out. It's not like anybody would know anyhow. Zephyr looked at the moon with a smirk on his face, making his way into the great hall, which was just in the next room. That's where the vampire saw two werewolf boys walking down the steps.

"Out for a midnight stroll?", Zephyr asked them with a smug smirk on his face, folding his arms over his broad chest. The boy quirked his head, grinning at the boys. They were hesitant at first, but they stepped forward. please let us through! it's full moon! Zephyr looked down at them and groaned, opening the door. "Go.", he told them, watching them run desperately toward the forbidden forest. Them turning in the castle was the last thing he needed on his record. Nodding his head, he turned to the stairs once more, to see his best friend, Gabriel. "What are you doing up?", he asked the other vampire, who just walked toward him, walking him right into the wall, nipping at Zephyr's neck, their bodies rubbing against each other as the boy bit into his neck. Zephyr pushed him off with a smirk. "Okay, fine. Get.", he smirked, watching the boy run out the door. "I really have to stop being nice...", he groaned and went back to guarding the doors.

I, ZEPHYR LEVESQUE, agree to uphold the rules and promise not to abuse my power as a prefect.

[``HM HAWKINS]

application accepted. the password to the prefects bathroom will be pm'ed to you shortly.

[Melonie Gemma Rosetto]

NAME: Melonie Gemma Rosetto
AGE: Sixteen
YEAR: Fifth
PERSONALITY:
Melonie Gemma Rosetto is a true italian. She was born in Sicily, and acts like a Sicilian man when she drinks. She is a hard drinker, only because it's her escape from the real world, and because she can act like a fool when she drinks. In Italy, it's very common for children her age to drink - it's not as bad as when you drink in the U.S. When she is drunk, her temper really shows. The demon side of her comes out very clearly, so she has to leave and stop drinking for a while.

Mel is very independent, she never lets anyone do anythign for her. She likes being alone and out of the way. Keeping to herself is a skill that melonie is a fan of. She likes keeping to herself, and doing what she wants.

Mel is an opinionated girl. She always thinks her opinion is most important, and will do anythign to show it. She always thinks she needs to be the center of attention, and needs to win everything she tries at.
HISTORY:
Melonie Gemma Rosetto was born on August 16, 1994, in Tuscany, Italy. She was born to a wizard, and demon, Leonardo Rosetto, and a were-leopard, and wizard, Anastasia Moreno. her parents were young and wild, and still had their freedom - something Melonie would kill to have, now.

When Mel was five, her father was gone and she though nothign of it. He was a demon, and couldn't handle her mother. Why he didn't take Mel, no one knew. if Melonie's mother couldn't handle him, she sure couldn't handle Melonie. At the age of seven, her newlywed mother moved to Sicily, Italy, with her brand new husband, Carson raymond, an American tourist. She was happier there, without the memory of her father looming there.

When she started going through puberty, getting the curves and all, she took quite an interet in boys. By time she was fourteen, she'd done everything that you wouldn't expect from a fourteen-year-old. Sex, alchohol, theft, and even more. She was in deep trouble, and she was supposed to have gone to Hogwarts years ago...

So, Anastasia shipped her off to the wrtched school that she would've died rather than going to. She had to be neat and tidy there, and she hated neat and tidy. But, there was a plus side. Quidditch. Another sport she could beat another person at. She was sure she'd dominate in the game, but it took more than muggle sports did.
SAMPLE RP:

Wiping the beads of sweat off of her red face, Melonie stayed in position, locking eyes with the other player. Checking her watch only took a minute, right? She didn't want to take her eyes off the game. the coach would surely take that as a weak spot and kick her off the team. She was better than all the amateurs trying out for Quidditch, and she wouldn't get beaten by this scrawny litte ten-year-old.

Checking her watch wasn't easy when she was still lookign at the kid. She moved her hand in front of her face, smoothly and checked the time. Dammit!, she thought. it was already time to go meet with the oher prefects, and she was headgirl, too. This couldn't be good. Knocking into the other boy, and getting the snitch was too easy. She bumped swiftly into him, and took the snitch. Raising it proudly, she swooped down, and told the coach that she would have to leave, now.

She got off of her broom, racing toward the exit to the Quidditch Pitch, and runningout as fast as possible. Kicking the prefects door open, she found her fellow prefects, and the headboy there. "'Ey, guys." her Italian accent seemed to come in handy, now. Some of the boys snickered, and Mel sighed in relief at the distraction. The headboy waved, and she sat down on the cold floors. Once again, she'd charmed her way into being late. She was quite she charmer, and could almost always get her way. itt came in handy when it came to polotics - and more important, this.
I, Melonie Rosetto, agree to uphold the rules and promise not to abuse my power as a prefect.