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Azalea Le Fey

    (25/04/2012 at 20:45)
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Name: Azalea LeFey, doesnt mind being called Lea or Tiny due to her small stature

House Request:No prefrence really

Year:1-3 anywhere with space

Bloodline:Unknown, presumed Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one):Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination

Biography:
Azalea is the oldest child in the Cortenata Clan at the moment, she was taken in by the head, Forsythia and her husband Michalangelo.The Cortenata's were once a pure blood line in Carribean, Spain, and Morocco until squibs started appearing more than usual, when there were more squibs then wizards they left to the muggle world. Since then, the heads of the family have adopted any abandoned magical children like Azalea, but unlike her, she came to them with a last name. No information has been found about the LeFey line, only rumors but she hasnt stopped looking.


Personality:
Azalea can be quite and secretive when first met, but if warmed up to, she is a very vibrant [bubbly really] and bright girl. Azalea has big plans for her future and could go very far if she wanted to. Due to her family, she is a very protective girl, especially if she cares a great deal about you. Azalea values family and friends very highly, but longs for a place where she truely belongs and will go far to make others happy for acceptence-this tends to lead her to trouble. Well that and her quick to rage and revenge temper.

Appearance:
The curvy and caramel/olive witch glared at the yellow dress she donned in the mirror. She could'nt think of anything else that made her look as sickly green and fat at the same time as this dress. Her near black eyes told tales of the horrible things she would do to the dress maker when he came back-her 'fashionable' sister too. Even her noir past shoulder length waves seemed intune with her rage. It seemed to grow more and more frizzy with each second as did the witch that wore them.
"Serena is dead when she comes back" she uttered as she quickly changed back into jeans and her blue tee.
The idea of going to some fancy school in a tight yellow dress was just dumb, but then again, it came from Serena, Azalea thought bitterly.
She was sad that her family was sending her away, she would miss them. She had gone to the small magical school near their home since she was 5. Going away was hard, but the idea of learning from such a prestigious school was a great softener for the blow.
"Still doesnt make yellow fine" she said, kicking the offending article to the side as she waited for her younger sister to come back

Aymsley Trosset

    (28/04/2012 at 01:40)
Hello and Welcome Azalea!

Before we can accept you we'd like you to expand more on your character's personality and history. Also, we're have plenty of space through years 1-3 so go ahead and choose whichever you'd prefer. Please repost your bio with your new edits.

Thank you!

Azalea Le Fey

    (30/04/2012 at 23:58)
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Hope this is what you meant!

Name: Azalea LeFey, doesnt mind being called Lea or Tiny due to her small stature of 4'11
House Request:No prefrence really
Year: 3rd
Bloodline:Unknown, presumed Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one):Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Biography:
The curvy and caramel/olive witch glared at the yellow dress she donned in the mirror. She could'nt think of anything else that made her look as sickly green and fat at the same time as this dress. Her near black eyes told tales of the horrible things she would do to the dress maker when he came back-her 'fashionable' sister too. Even her noir past shoulder length waves seemed intune with her rage. It seemed to grow more and more frizzy with each second as did the witch that wore them.
"Serena is dead when she comes back" she uttered as she quickly changed back into jeans and her blue tee.
The idea of going to some fancy school in a tight yellow dress was just dumb, but then again, it came from Serena, Azalea thought bitterly. But soon Azalea sighed. She knew that she shouldnt complain so much, she was the current oldest of the house and family of the Cortenatas.Sure they werent as spiffy as the other older families, but they were still up there. She had to hold herself with dignity, with confidence and respect. She'd be damned if she let them down.
"Still doesnt make yellow okay." she said as she kicked the offending article of clothing to the side.
The Cortenata's were once a grand pure blood line in the Carribean, Spain, and Morocco. The family line back for nearly 700 years when the squibs in the family started to outnumber the magicaly inclined. Due to the discrimination of squibs in the current time, the family decided to move to the muggle world. But even with thier move, thier prestige carried to their new home and grew to grasp the respect of thier neighboors. To a muggle, the Cortenata's were an eccentric group that took in orphaned children, any age, and raised them like thier own, and while this was odd, they didnt stand out other than that-atleast not the way the muggle would notice.
When Serena still hadnt returned, Azalea felt her skin chill. The younger girl, while a brat, was still her sister, blood be damned, and Azalea didnt trust that dressmaker to be alone with her sister, Serena looked much older than she was and Azalea wouldnt let anything happen to her. But just when she opened the curtain, there stood Serena holding more dresses, a crooked grin on her face.
Azalea smiled back, quickly looked over Serena's shoulders, and glared darkly at the dressmaker to let him know that she was on watch. She nearly broke out in giggles when the man visibly shuddered, then made an excuse about some cloths coming in and that his assistant would help them in his stead.
"What did you do?" Serena whispered after the man left.
"Nothing mommy wouldnt apporve of" she answered as she grabbed a teal sundress from the pile.
"Guard dog" her sister answered with an eye roll.
Azalea smirked. She didnt mind being a guard dog, as the current oldest, her job was
also to protect the younger siblings, which was also a given. She loved the little monsters, no matter what, she would risk her own to save thier lives; she loved them that much. Plus, it was fun to scare off creeps.

* J.Q. Winchester

    (03/06/2012 at 22:44)
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Hello Azalea!

Your application looks great, and it's clear you've put a lot of thought and effort into it. One last last quick thing - and we do appreciate your patience and flexibility as you're going through this! -

You seem to be using the Hogwarts application form (which is awesome!), but as you're hoping to get into Salem, would you mind filling out the Salem one instead? It's actually very similar, and your biography could stay the same. You can find it here: http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=33.0

Looking forward to reading it and seeing you at the Institute soon!

J.Q. Winchester
President, Salem Institute

Azalea Le Fey

    (08/06/2012 at 21:06)
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Here you go

Name:Azalea LeFey

Name of Hogwarts or Elsewhere Character:Azalea LeFey

Birthdate: Winter solstice

Year: 3rd

Hometown:New York City, Queens

Bloodline:Unknown, presumed Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination

Previous Education: Muggle Schooling with some side magical tutoring

Biography: The curvy and caramel/olive witch glared at the yellow dress she donned in the mirror. She could'nt think of anything else that made her look as sickly green and fat at the same time as this dress. Her near black eyes told tales of the horrible things she would do to the dress maker when he came back-her 'fashionable' sister too. Even her noir past shoulder length waves seemed intune with her rage. It seemed to grow more and more frizzy with each second as did the witch that wore them.
"Serena is dead when she comes back" she uttered as she quickly changed back into jeans and her blue tee.
The idea of going to some fancy school in a tight yellow dress was just dumb, but then again, it came from Serena, Azalea thought bitterly. But soon Azalea sighed. She knew that she shouldnt complain so much, she was the current oldest of the house and family of the Cortenatas.Sure they werent as spiffy as the other older families, but they were still up there. She had to hold herself with dignity, with confidence and respect. She'd be damned if she let them down.
"Still doesnt make yellow okay." she said as she kicked the offending article of clothing to the side.
The Cortenata's were once a grand pure blood line in the Carribean, Spain, and Morocco. The family line back for nearly 700 years when the squibs in the family started to outnumber the magicaly inclined. Due to the discrimination of squibs in the current time, the family decided to move to the muggle world. But even with thier move, thier prestige carried to their new home and grew to grasp the respect of thier neighboors. To a muggle, the Cortenata's were an eccentric group that took in orphaned children, any age, and raised them like thier own, and while this was odd, they didnt stand out other than that-atleast not the way the muggle would notice.
When Serena still hadnt returned, Azalea felt her skin chill. The younger girl, while a brat, was still her sister, blood be damned, and Azalea didnt trust that dressmaker to be alone with her sister, Serena looked much older than she was and Azalea wouldnt let anything happen to her. But just when she opened the curtain, there stood Serena holding more dresses, a crooked grin on her face.
Azalea smiled back, quickly looked over Serena's shoulders, and glared darkly at the dressmaker to let him know that she was on watch. She nearly broke out in giggles when the man visibly shuddered, then made an excuse about some cloths coming in and that his assistant would help them in his stead.
"What did you do?" Serena whispered after the man left.
"Nothing mommy wouldnt apporve of" she answered as she grabbed a teal sundress from the pile.
"Guard dog" her sister answered with an eye roll.
Azalea smirked. She didnt mind being a guard dog, as the current oldest, her job was
also to protect the younger siblings, which was also a given. She loved the little monsters, no matter what, she would risk her own to save thier lives; she loved them that much. Plus, it was fun to scare off creeps.




* J.Q. Winchester

    (09/06/2012 at 00:38)
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Dear Miss LeFey,

We are pleased to inform you that your application to Salem Institute has been accepted. Please report to Ms. Lenore Bixby in Admissions (Main Hall, Room 206) at your earliest convenience. Currently, it is winter in our universe, and we recommend bringing appropriate attire for the climate as well as your necessary coursebooks.

Cordially,

J.Q. Winchester
President, Salem Institute

portkey to Salem.

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