]Faye Elizabeth Durham :: {Beauxbatons Student Re-Application}

[Faye E. Reinhardt]

Application for Beauxbatons Academy

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Faye Elizabeth Durham

Birthday: 4th December 1957

Hometown: Versailles, France

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
.Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): 1e Annee / Te Annee

Biography:
When they say that someone is so vain that they are practically in love with themselves; That is nothing like Faye. Faye is shy, scared and very timid.

Faye Elizabeth Durham, despite her name, is French. She was born in France and she spoke the language. (Along with a variety of others)

There is no happiness to Faye's story. At the age of 10, she was in a car accident on the way back from her dance recital. Both her mother and step-father were killed and she was left with nobody. She never knew her father. She didn't even know his name or where he was from, so there was no chance of her living with him, whereas her mother's family would not want to see her. From what she had heard of the Charlmaine's, she had not liked. Her step-father had been English and, as far as she was aware, his family were in England. She had nowhere to go.

After being recovered from the crash by the paramedics and taken to hospital, she was placed in care. The couple that she had been placed with were dreadful. They weren't exactly the nicest people in the world. She was told not to answer back, but, being only 10, she did. They told her not to argue, but she did. She had done everything that little girls do, but was punished for it. Punished for being a little girl.

Whilst she was up in her room after a particularly bad argument, she would go upstairs and cry herself to sleep. When she woke up, which was very early in the morning, she would sneak downstairs and practice her magic. She had discovered that she wasn't an ordinary girl when she was 5, but he told nobody, because they were studying America in history and were on the topic of the Salem witch trials.

When a letter came for her on her 11th birthday, saying she was to attend Beauxbatons, which translated as 'beautiful wands', her foster parents rejoiced with her. Faye knew that it was only because she was leaving, but she also knew that she was celebrating for the same reason. That night there was a three course meal and she was allowed to attend. She was asked questions about what she would study and what she would do when school was over. The only problem was, she couldn't answer. She was so afraid of them that she couldn't utter a single. She just couldn't bring herself to speak to them.

When she had arrived at Beauxbatons, she had taken up Dance. It was her favourite pass time and was one of the only ways that she would come out of her shell.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

Ecole Request:
Performance ~ Dance

Communaté Preference: Charlemagne.

Personality:
Quiet and shy, until you get to know her. Once you break the ice, Faye is a fierce rebel and will often participate in pranks. She is rather flirty and knows how to charm the opposite gender. She knows what she wants and she goes for it.

Appearance:
Soft brown hair, that falls in waves down to just below her shoulders. Hazel brown eyes. Tends to dress very elegantly, but wears only blacks, whites and duck egg blue.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across this post on the site. Please as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions!

The dining hall was a loud, calamitous thing. Students sat scattered through the vast room, speaking various languages, laughing, and simply having a gay old time. A group of students towards the front of the hall sat huddled over a pile of sheet music. Black notes melted on to the off white parchment, splaying out a secret language, only readable to those who carried the gift. Another group sat watching a tall, thin upperclassman parading around her new ballet point shoes in awe. There seemed to be a group in the hall for everyone.

Everyone except Hilary, that is.

Poor Hilary stood soaking in the scene before her with a slight grimace on her face. Before coming to Beauxbatons, she had been overjoyed to begin studying magic, but now as she waded through her third week at the school, she felt lost in a sea of strangers. It wasn't that she was shy, no. Indeed, she even tried to reach out to some students. It was more that everyone seemed to already have their own clique, and Hilary felt so very unwelcome in all of them.

On her plate, she fidgeted with an assortment of vegetables and a delicate pork chop. That was the nice thing about Beauxbatons. Despite the many cold-shouldered students, the food was still incredible.

With a hefty sigh, Hilary strode into the dining hall. As she did, she let her mind wander to what life at the academy might be were she royalty. The students would bow at her feet! And of course she would only ever don the most elegant of robes, decorated in sequins, rhinestones, and laced with frills. All of the girls at the school would fawn over the level of grace she exhibited. Hilary would make wonderful royalty, yes that was certain.

Though, lost in her fantasy, Hilary failed to notice the leather bag lying at the center of the walkway. Failing to notice the bag in her path, naturally caused her to trip, spilling the contents of her plate all over the student sitting just beside the bag.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"


Roleplay Response:

Faye didn't know what to do. There were so many people. She was rooted to the ground, her legs refusing to take her any further.

The girl couldn't believe that she was being so silly. None of these people were going to be like Gabriel and Monalise. They would be nice people and she could probably try and socialise more than she was. Taking a trembly step forwards, she began to walk further into the sea of chaos... well, she was, until she bumped into someone.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

This was her chance, she could talk to someone. She opened her mouth excitedly and for the first time in years, she spoke to someone.

"N-no! It was my fault. I didn't hurt you did I?"

Hopefully she wasn't going to get slapped for asking a stupid question. It would be nice to be entitled to freedom of speech, like everyone else, for a change.

She was going to like it here.

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