Character Name: Noelle Emilie Sol
Character Nickname(s): Sol
Character Age: Sixteen
School: Beauxbatons
House: Gaston
Job/Year: Sixth
Current Residence: Bordeaux, France
Wand:12" Mahogany, Dragon Heartstring Core
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual


Play-By: Hayden Panettiere
Hair Shade: Blonde
Hair Style: Usually long and wavy. Noelle always keeps her hair well kept and under control. She does like to experiment with different looks, but always goes back to the long curls.
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Short, Althetic
Dressing Style:

"My style? I would have to say very versatile, you know, I could wear almost anything. I love clothes, not like a normal girl loves clothes, I mean I love clothes. Shopping is practically my ambition in life and it is what I'm best at. I tend to dress rather sophisticated, you could say, high heels and matching handbags tend to be my thing. Also, too low and too short, are never within my wardrobe vocabulary. I am a proper lady, not a stripper. Accessories are my favorite thing to put on, bracelets, necklaces, sunglasses...you name it I probably own six or seven of it. My current "thing," dresses! I just love them; dress them up or down with a simple addition or subtraction and you could have a different outfit for every day of the week! I will say, sweatpants are a 'no no', unless you’re working out, then it’s acceptable; other than that...put the elastic waistband away."



Likes: Family, Family History, Quidditch, Shopping, Sappy Romance Novels, Boys, Loyalty, Power, Money, Attention
Dislikes: Blood traitors, Muggles, Mudbloods, Blending In, Spiders and other insects, People like her, Transfiguration, Losing
Strengths: Charming, Determined, Ambitious, Eloquent, Proper, Quick Witted
Weaknesses: Conceited, Ignorant, Naive, Stubborn, Angry, Spoiled
Overall Personality:

"People call me conceited, but to me I’m just proud of what I’ve done and where I come from. Sure, I’m a little hot tempered and brutally honest, but those don’t have to be bad qualities, right? I don’t really get a kick out of hurting people’s feelings...well…not people don’t deserve it anyway. Hurt me, and you’ve earned a permanent spot on my bad side and I do not forgive easily. I’m quick to love and just as quick to loathe. I have a very extreme personality, I can either be your best friend or your worst enemy and it’s really your choice as to what side you are on. I’m very convincing and a hell of a gossip so it’s not hard for me to get relationally aggressive; I have actually gotten very good at spreading rumors. What else can I say? I’m vindictive, vengeful, and most of all I like to win. You can’t come out on top by being all doe eyed and sweet as honey, you have to be tough and you have to know what you want. And I know what I want: I want to be the best. I don’t ever back down and I have to get the last word in despite my knowledge of the situation at hand. I’m told that I am a confrontational person and I guess I’d have to agree. My friends call me a snob, but I’m just…selective in the people I chose to hang around with, usually purebloods that tend to be friends of my family. Connections are everything. I love to have fun and I can’t stand being left on my own for extended periods of time, I feed off of other people’s attention and I love being the center of it all. Male attention is particularly fun for me and I love to flirt and tease to get as much attention as I possibly can. It happens almost naturally, I flirt with everyone pretty much, even those I’m not really attracted to. You know already that I’m a Daddy’s girl; I do whatever I can to keep my father happy and he returns the favor by filling every whim a teenage girl could ever have. Of course, being so eager to make him happy means that I don’t exactly get a clear picture of what the world is really like; everything I know about purebloods, half bloods, and blood traitors I learned from him and I’ve never learned otherwise. I guess that’s why I believe I’m better than the mixed bloods and muggle borns I go to school with. So, I suppose that means that I’m naïve and confuse to be totally honest."


Father: Francis Sol
Mother: Renee Sol
Siblings: _______ _______ Sol, Male, Twenty Three
__________ __________ Sol, Female, Seventh Year, Gaston
__________ __________ Sol, Male, Fifth Year, Gaston

Others:
Birth Place: Valence, France
Overall History:

"Well, if you want to know everything about my life I should probably start from the very beginning and that starts with my father, Francis, and my mother, Renee. My father came from a long line of pureblood witches and wizards, my grandfather, Henri Sol, claimed that there has never been an ounce of muggle blood in the Sol bloodline for as long as the line could be traced, but I don’t know how true that really is. Like his father, grandfather, and even great-grandfather, mine was a Ministry worker; it was what he had grown up with and it was all the Sol family knew. My father joined the French Ministry when he was fresh out of Durmstrang Institute; as the story goes, my father “started out at the bottom and has been working his way up ever since.” At least, that’s the story he likes to tell all his friends, in reality, he had all the connections an aspiring, young politician could ever hope for. Basically, my father was –and still is—all talk and no real substance to back it up, but that’s another subject entirely. My mother’s story is almost entirely opposite; Renee Sol was formerly Renee Dupont a hardworking and intellectual woman who grew up in Northern France. Like the Sol’s the Dupont’s were a well known pureblood family, but politicians they were not. My mother was a scholar by nature and a teacher by profession. She dedicated her life to her studies from the day she set foot in Beauxbaton’s Academy of Magic, my mother loved it so much that after graduation she continued on with her education in the hopes of becoming a professor. Her subject of choice? Transfiguration…yes the very subject that I both loathe and fail at. Kind of ironic, right?

Anyway, my parent’s story isn’t really your typical match made in heaven, love at first sight kind of deal. Actually, my mother hated my father for the first year of their friendship and my father once vowed to never allow my mother to be anything more than a "conquest." It’s actually my favorite story to tell in regards to my family. The pureblood circle is a close knit one and it’s always a must to date with said circle. My grandfather would have gone crazy had my father dated anything less than a “high, class pureblood.” They had appearances to maintain and my father was a ladies’ man in his hay day; he made his rounds of the pureblood daughters rather quickly during his first few days at the Ministry, but nothing lasted long enough to really matter. Anyway, my father met my mother during at an informal Ministry function; my mother was acting as part of a delegation of Beauxbatons' and my father was sitting in on the meeting. The meeting had something to do with following Ministry regulations at the school and there was a heated debate; my mother ended up yelling at my father rather viciously and my father was stunned into silence. My father was stunned into silence, a rare feat for him. For some reason, he found that quite alluring and set his sights on winning her affection. Of course, my mother wasn’t interested and ignored his advances until he went over her head to my grandfather, Lafayette Dupont. My grandmother, Eleanor Dupont though he was a perfect young man and practically predicted their wedding nearly a year and a half in advance. Like a respectful young gentleman, he asked him for permission to take his daughter to the Ministry Ball and Grandfather agreed wholeheartedly. A nice, upstanding, successful pureblood boy; my grandfather practically ordered my mother to accept his invitation saying that “it was only polite to return the favor to one of our own.” Long story short, my mother resisted only for so long and after almost a year of “courting” she fell to his charms. They married on her twenty-third birthday.

Three years later my brother, _______ ______, was born and my parents could not have been happier. He was their pride and joy, a little ball of curious energy that would tear around the house for hours before passing out wherever he just happen to stop. Oddly enough, he is still very much like that; my brother never stops for anything and he never seems to get tired of anything really. My mother always wanted children and desired a big family with several pairs of pitter pattering feet running about, but it was nearly six years before my parents were blessed with a second little bundle of joy. My sister, ______ _____, was born six and a half years after my brother and it was not exactly a match made in heaven; he had gotten used to the idea of being an only child and she was stealing all the attention. Over time, however, my older brother and sister became quite inseparable and remain quiet close to this day.

My mother was in love with my sister from the very beginning and fawned over her endlessly while my brother and my father became good pals. Less than a year later, I made my appearance on August 23rd and as the second girl and third child, there was not much to be too excited about. Call it middle child syndrome or whatever, but I think my older siblings had it much better than me and my younger brother, _____ ______, who was born a year after me. My younger brother and I have always been close, I mean we banded together against our older siblings in a way; they were the first boy and girl and we…we were second place. My brother and sister loathed our existence, after all, we were the newest attention stealers in the house, younger and more dependent than my older siblings. My sister and I? Well, she would prefer that I had never existed and is determined to show Father that I am not worthy of his adoration. So no, my sister and I do not really get along; she’s little miss perfect and can do no wrong in my mother’s eyes and me? I’m just little miss screw up. Its ok, I won Father’s affection from step one. You could say, sibling rivalry at its finest.

For as long as I can remember, my mother would take every opportunity to teach us something about magic or the world in general. Her lessons were always practical, logical, and well boring, but my father’s lessons, those were riveting. He has taught me about the world politics and purebloods since long before I was old enough to even understand, Father taught us everything we needed to know about where we came from and I could recite almost every member of our family by relation before my fifth birthday. Education, family, and appearances were everything in the Sol house. We had to be the perfect family, always pressed and polish, cool and collected, poised and intellectual and we got pretty good at it. That’s why I can talk my way out of any situation and why I can get away with a good deal, in my house, you always maintained your innocence…even with a guilty conscience.

My older brother went off to school on his eleventh birthday and despite my father’s wishes he attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic just as my mother did. Of course, she no longer taught there, having retired to be a housewife after my brother was born. Still, she had faith in the education and believed that Beauxbato’s would be much more intellectually stimulating than Durmstrang Institute. My father believed that Durmstang was more character building, but he could not out argue my mother when it came to education of her children. I’m quite thankful for that, I’ve seen what those Durmstrang’s wear and I must say, it is not flattering in the slightest. My sister got her letter as my brother entered his last year and my younger brother and I followed right behind.

Oh! The Academy is simply beautiful, not other school can even compare in the slightest! Everything is beautiful, from the uniforms to the grounds. It is simply perfect! I was placed into Gaston, which I wasn’t really surprised about, it seemed to fit me perfectly and it was known for its pureblood families. Not to mention all my siblings before me had been placed there. I liked school well enough, I didn’t get much better in my classes, but in my fifth year I tried out for Quidditch. Actually, I tried out in my first year at Beauxbatons, but I didn’t make the team, but I trained all summer and by the second time I made it. Quidditch was really the only thing I had ever really worked hard for, but I couldn’t pass that opportunity up! It kind of became my defining quality, at least, in my family; none of my siblings had even thought about playing Quidditch and I thought it would take off some of the heat of my less than perfect grades. It’s helped me do better, though. Mostly because I have to maintain a certain grade point if I have any hopes of staying on the team; a delightful little catch my mother was creative enough to think of.

I was the best at Divination actually; I don’t really have any skill, just an overactive imagination. It is not really hard to pretend that your tea leaves are telling you that bad tides are coming when the animals have already started taking shelter. Honestly, I wasn’t a terrible student, I would just rather socialize than do homework and I had quite a large group of friends, all purebloods, of course; just what Father would have wanted. I didn’t hang out with anyone different from me, I couldn’t, I just….didn’t know how to deal with them.

Now? I don’t really plan of leaving school before I have to, which makes mother happy and makes my father thrilled that I’m taking more of a opportunity to make the connections that will get me far. I don’t really know what I want to do with my life yet, but it’s going to be great. I know it will.

So you’ve pretty much got everything that this little French girl can provide. Am I done?"



Alias: Skye
Age: Twenty Five
Other Characters: N/A
Code: ADMIN EDIT