Yeah I've been waiting for the OOC but the day it's posted I've been busy. :P I'll post a CS tomorrow.
Actually, no one's accepted yet. At some point in the future I'll post which six characters will make up the cast of the RP. Right now I'm waiting for more character submissions.
Show me any two eyes that don't believe in the dark
I'd like to see them try to hold back the stars
Yeah I've been waiting for the OOC but the day it's posted I've been busy. :P I'll post a CS tomorrow.
This is of course just a draft, but do tell me what you think.
Name: Daniel Helix
Race: Half-blood (one half magi, but six quarters awesome)
Birthday: 15th of May 2006
Birthplace: Miami, Florida
Weight: 170 lbs
Daniel isn’t terribly handsome, nor is he particularly hideous. Giving yield to his mundane heritage well, he is both brown haired and eyed. His movements lacking any form of grace or elegance that racial purity would normally impose make him an awkward sight. Arms longer than they should be and being generally underfed go hand in hand to describe a nervous young man who doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
School of summoning (can’t believe no one went for this one yet, but divination sure is popular ) – any magus can summon a being, object or energy in its very essence. What makes Daniel desirable to Middlemarch despite his lack of famous heritage is the fact that he has in some way managed to perform a summoning of sentient energy which while lacking any particular form tends to momentarily occupy those of certain animals. Not knowing how to particularly dub these creatures, the Magistrate names them Primals. Daniel just calls them Elijah and Lucas after the two brothers he hasn’t had any contact with after being stripped away from his real family. While apparently identical, the two creatures showcase two completely different personalities and can never both be summoned at the same time.
School of abjuration (normally this would’ve been my first pick because of a certain kink I wanted to try out, but people seem to be piling up here as well so if it’s too much I’m fine sticking to summoning) – You see them every day. Silly little cancellation mages aren’t good for anything else, are they? Maybe you’d nod or even consider it before witnessing Daniel in action. Taking the science, as he calls it, he has managed to put normally supportive magic to clear combat purposes. Maybe walls in themselves are static, but the dynamic used to create them generates enough force to do anything from pushing people away to squashing them where they stand… or stood. Daniel is still nowhere near powerful enough to do the latter quickly enough, but the potential is there. That’s why they accepted him after all.
Catalyst: A small black cat that tends to perch itself on his shoulder more often than not.
Personality: Daniel is intelligent like every other student of Middlemarch is. And he’s just as proud as any of them should be. Even his pro-human sentiment isn’t unique to the world as there seems to be a lot of it going around these days. What does take him apart from your everyday kid next door and the warm/caring attitude relies on a very different set of morals imprinted on him from an early age. You see, Daniel is always a good person; it’s just that his standard for good might have heads turning and brows frowning. Growing up with magi who were committed to their researches above all else, he has gained a methodical approach to things and lack of interest for most mundane happenings. The unspoken creed that seems to rule him can be dumbed down to a mere sentence in fact. It’s either amusing, or it’s worthwhile, else it isn’t happening.
Biography: The Helix family is quite famous in fact, and not for the good. Matriarch of this union is in fact a were-beast. A wolf no less! And while that may have been a reason for her to refuse procreation for fear of letting bad blood flow among her offspring, she saw no qualms about raising a child of another born of an equally filthy union of god and scum. When Daniel arrived it was clear that he was to be pampered and spoiled in one manner or another. That lasted for about a few years before things returned to normal, and the couple got lost in their papers once again. They would still parent the child of course, it was their job and they were people who always did their jobs well.
Growing up, Daniel slowly distanced himself from most people other than a couple of tutors the family could afford. Dreaming of one day meeting his real family, he wasn’t a fool. It would take a great deal of influence and power to grant such a request for whatever reason and what better place to earn such credit than at a prestigious position. This of course meant stepping many stones and jumping quite a few loops, but eventually he did it. Middlemarch was his first real test. The other side only knew if he could pass it, but at least his adoptive parents were over the moon for the fact that their child had ‘inherited’ such brilliance.
Last edited by Whelp; 01-04-2013 at 05:37 PM.
alright, let's see if I can get a sufficient character together. a little nervous about getting accepted--looks like I'm up against some tough competition. ah well, here we go! :
Name: Tyson Crestwell
Age/Birthdate: 15 / June 21st, 2007
Birthplace: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Height/Weight: 5'11'' / 150 lbs.
Tyson's a pretty ordinary kid--he's almost instantly-recognizable in the Magi community as a member of the Crestwell family due to the distinctive fiery-orange hair that comes with the blood. He's an otherwise fairly nondescript kid, standing a bit above average and of a normal physique. While not too muscular and certainly not chubby, Tyson has a long, vaguely-athletic build that could give him sway as a runner if he were concerned with things like that. Instead, behind those blue-green eyes lurks the mind of a musician, and he dresses the part. Generally equipped with any manner of hoodie, knit cap, sneakers, etc. (maybe a scarf and some gloves when it gets a bit chilly) he certainly would appear as just another face in the urban youth. He enjoys wearing all manner of band and music-related tee-shirts, his favorite of which bears the insignia of his own garage band, Electric Weekend.
While he has little to average aptitude in many of the magical artes, the School of Summoning comes with great ease to Tyson. You could say he "specializes" in energy-based techniques, such as summoning forth a pyre of flames or guiding an electrical current. While this would likely be standard fair for any magus with basic schooling, Tyson is well-known for his ability to summon and manipulate sound waves. He usually does this in conjugation with his signature acoustic guitar to create some (as his friends would say) "solid riffs, bro". Perhaps this knack for such an obscure energy is why Middlemarch's eyes were on him. Then again...
A small, 2 inch piece of lightweight (but sturdy) rock, carved from his family's Archestone, a mystical artifact said to have ties with the Other Side. Whether or not this is true still needs to be determined, but the item has been passed down for generations from one Crestwell father to another. It is tradition for all children in the family to carve their catalysts from the great crystalline stone, a tradition that Tyson upheld when he came of age. His humble, arrowhead-shaped chip is compact and easy to carry; it often functions as his go-to guitar pick! So obviously, its loss or destruction proves problematic in a myriad of ways!
The mind of an artist! The body of a rocker! The style of a celebrity! The humility of a...well, let's get back to that. Tyson describes himself first and foremost as "cool"--and he'd technically be right. Always on the precipice of what's trendy and in, he's sort of obsessed about being relevant and cool. Whether this be the type of music that's popular now, or the tunes that were buzzing around 20 years ago, he's all about what the rest of the world has on their radar. Of course, this interest extends to things other than music; he follows a ton of fashion trends, relevant news stories (both human and magi), and types of food. In terms of magic, he prefers flashy, stylish techniques. Fire, lightning, the kind of stuff that can get a crowd going. His natural talent for the manipulation of sound gives him additional skill as a musician, but it's not the type of stuff he'd want to focus on if given the choice. It goes without saying that some people may consider him sort of a tool, and it is indeed true that he's a bit shallow on a first impression.
However, this isn't entirely accurate. Tyson cares very deeply about his family's roots, despite not being able to reveal such things to the vast majority of his friends. He's accustomed to life as a sort of "double agent" for two opposing cultures. While the tales of magus past may interest his older relatives, Tyson still retains a vast interest in the magical artes. He's also a very accomplished musician, and one day hopes to be able to play in situations where human and magus alike can enjoy his 'sweet-ass tunes'. Basically, if you aren't put off by his self-conscious quest for perceivable coolness and talk to him for a bit, you may be surprised to find a complex and talented guy that just needs to do a bit of growing up. Creativity is perhaps Tyson's greatest tool, and he's definitely versed in many different ways to express his talents.
The Crestwell family is old. Like, very old. A few centuries, to be sure. They've relocated little over the years, ancestors having witnessed both the Revolutionary War right in the heart of the east coast, as well as the race riots of the 60s. While it is rare to see a Pure-Blooded magus family live in such close proximity to their non-magical counterparts, the Crestwells are unique. Long ago, Tyson's great-ancestor, Percival Crestwellan, was assigned by the high magisters to live among human civilization for as long as his bloodline would live. After seeing the destruction that humans were capable of due to the high number of wars that the young nation established, Percival agreed to serve as a liaison between the two cultures.
And so, the first Crestwellans bore the second, who bore the third, and so on and so forth. Tyson's blood runs closest to the main lineage, reflected in his last name. His family has survived in Philadelphia for centuries, posing as run-of-the-mill, non-magical humans for as long as anyone can remember. While long ago this may have been reasonably simple, in the modern age of Facebook and iPhones, lots of precautions must be taken to ensure the family's secrecy. Tyson grew up accustomed to this, living in a large tower surrounded by illusions to appear as but a simple town-home. While the Crestwells have historically stuck to their roots while in the privacy of their own homes (using magic to do laundry and wearing robes, for example), Tyson has become fully-immersed in human culture without a second thought. He likely owes his time in public school up to this point for that, as nothing "americanizes" a kid better than the horrors of elementary and middle-school.
Tyson's full immersion into human culture is something of a contentious point between he and his parents. His father outright loathes the family's standing as glorified spies and would like nothing more than to honor their pure blood and return to Magi culture. The fact that his son has a twitter and is part of a somewhat-successful garage band is just an insult on the basest of levels. Conversely, Tyson's mother is accepting of her son's eclectic interests, but fears for his safety. Being the one closest to human culture, if he were to accidentally slip up or reveal even the slightest bit of magic, the consequences would be absolutely dire. Not even the oldest of families wants to face down the wrath of a high-level magister. For the most part, Tyson is adept at hiding his true origins; he keeps his schoolmates out of his home, maintains decent grades, and helps tutor younger students in music. The perfect crime. Unfortunately, his age and hormones have started to make Tyson a bit more reckless--the family's secret was never more threatened than when Tyson worked in a small sound manipulation technique into one of his performances. To the untrained ear, it was a simple chord, but to an experienced magus, well...
So understandably, his father was absolutely ecstatic when Tyson was approached by Middlemarch faculty and was recruited to the school. Perhaps it was due to Tyson's own talent, but his father will never hesitate to remind the boy that their family's service is being repaid by his admission to Middlemarch--so don't screw it up! Mama Crestwell wishes her son well, and hopes that his time at the esteemed Academy will keep him out of trouble and serve to get him more in touch with his magical roots.
phew, took me a lot longer than I wanted to! but hopefully it's up to snuff and fills a bit of a character void!
@PlayItPerfect--I performed the song from your sig for a voice recital last year. Had to move it up half a step, but fortunately, my manvoice could handle most of the lower notes. SO MUCH FUN. =D
@Lovejoy--PM coming your way. I wanna try something with my character's history and run it by you first.
@Everyone--All done! Repost from the previous page. (ALSO WHY IS EVERYONE SO AMAZING)
Mimi BordeauxAn unrelenting (almost eerie) stoic with the ability to alter visual reality.
Age/Birthday: 15, going on 16; Born December 15, 2006
Birthplace: New York, New York
Height/Weight: [apparent] 4'8", 94 lbs
Mimi has appeared as a child younger than her years for so long, even she is uncertain of her true appearance. She is generally seen as a girl of roughly nine or ten years old, preferring to wear childish frocks and sashes with a matching bow in her dark, wavy hair. Her eyes are always blue, green, or gray, depending on her mood, and her skin is unblemished. She is never seen without her doll.
In truth, Mimi is an unremarkable green-eyed girl with mousy brown hair, too many freckles to count, and a horrific and disfiguring scar crossing her face at a diagonal. This scar, and its becoming, are the reason Mimi has stayed a 'child' in appearance for so long (specifically, since age nine).
School of Illusion
From the age of three (see Background for more), Mimi has been able to alter her appearance absolutely in the minds of others, magi or non-magi. This is by far her greatest power, as she not only appeared a natural, but, from an early age, could change her appearance to the eyes of virtually anyone looking at her--provided they were not abjurationists ((...is that a word?)).
Mimi perfected and honed this talent for years to ensure no one, or nearly no one, ever beheld her true form, even in sleep or unconsciousness. Her other talents emerged gradually, and she is now able to impose mental images of whatever she likes on a restricted group of people (having to do with the subjects' willpower, distance, magical ability, and physical contact).*
EDIT: For sake of pragmatism, let's call her primary illusion a glamour.
*To be adjusted pending acceptance and edits of magical parameters, etc.
A porcelain doll, given to her by her non-magus mother, a rich New York socialite. She received it on her third birthday and has never been a day without it. It has, therefore, seen a good deal of wear and tear, though because it is her catalyst, Mimi puts forth a great deal of effort into its care. Should the need arise, she can make the doll appear restored to it's former beauty.
Mimi is often seen speaking to her doll, and it is unknown whether or not she believes the doll is speaking back. The doll's name is Sarah.
Mimi would in fact be a remarkably sweet girl, if ever she had learned any sort of social skills. As it were, she comes off as cold, stoic, and distant, rarely known to so much as smile, let alone speak without being spoken to. She generally wishes ill toward no one, but is neither benevolent. For the moment, her main drive in life is to simply be. Exist, in and off herself. She is not vain, but cautious about her appearance, and her focus on herself can make her appear cruel and selfish.
Unbeknownst to her, however, she has a large capacity for love and affection, if only the opportunity would present itself.
She is also quiet, reserved, and intelligent in a bookish sort of way. Her appearance is something comforting to her, yet off-putting to others, and this, in combination with her early childhood, has landed her with a degree of social ineptitude. She can come across as precocious, but this is largely because she appears much younger than she is. She is neither overtly stubborn nor defiant, but she, as a rule, will never reveal her true appearance for reasons known only to herself.
The daughter of wealthy, yet distant New York money, Mimi was removed from her birth family when she was just three after her powers of illusion manifested at the end of a temper tantrum. She was placed into the Bordeaux family, where she remained for six years, until fer birth father's life caught up with her. The Bordeauxs were never seen or heard from again, and Mimi, scarred for life, both phsyically and emotionally, was put into an orphanage until she enrolled at Middlemarch.
Mimi's birth father was a subverted magus of the School of Alteration. He had long since cast aside his magical roots to marry into the human world, and had been working as personal accountant for the mob in New York. Her father, whose name she never knew, married a former model who'd moved to Manhattan after her rich (and elderly) husband died. Whether there was ever any true love between her father and her mother remains to be seen. They met at a time fortuitous for both parties and lived in a Park Avenue penthouse overlooking Central Park.
A victim of her socialite parents, Mimi grew up chiefly with her nanny, who was, strangely enough, a (then aged 17 years) student at NYU studying business and theater. His name was Jamie, and Mimi had loved him immensely. It was he who taught her French and Spanish in the days when her other was attending charity balls and trying to hide the baby weight, and it was he who fed her coucous and strained peas with organic tater tots while her father did his dirty business for the mob. She didn't see her parents often, and it never bothered her much, as she was content with her friend, protecter, and brother.
It was just two months after her third birthday when Mimi's powers manifested, though, and despite Jamie's nearly constant presence, Mimi's illusions revealed themselves to her young mother. The woman had purchased a doll for her daughter, whom she did not love, exactly, but considered very pretty and precocious, a little doll of her own, for whom she purchased many lavish dresses (which would often end up balled on the girl's floor as Mimi ran around in her underwear and t-shirt when her mother wasn't about). To the woman's great delight, the little girl seemed quite taken with the doll and began to take it with her everywhere (mainly the penthouse and the park across the street). She named it Sarah on the spot, and could often be found speaking to the thing and attempting to feed it bits of her meals.
On that evening, Mimi had been sent to bed early after throwing a temper tantrum when Jamie left to take a sick friend to the hospital. The mother had gone up to her daughter's playroom shortly after to scold her daughter about such behavior--and fell away in a dead faint when she entered to find her daughter an exact replica of the doll named Sarah.
Of course, Mimi's father knew immediately what was happening, but it made no difference. Mimi was gone not a day later, adopted into the Bordeaux family, who lived in San Francisco, California. Mimi never shed a tear for her parents, but she wept constantly for Jamie.
The next six years of her life passed unremarkably until the day of her ninth birthday, when, unbeknownst to her, her father's shady past caught up. What happened that day is something Mimi refuses to speak of, even to herself, and indeed there are large portions of the memory repressed. No one ever heard of or from the Bordeauxs again. It appeared whatever tragedy occurred, Mimi was the only survivor. She was removed from the care of the Bordeaux's and put into an orphanage, which, though fairly well-kept, did not know how to deal with the trauma Mimi had endured, and allowed her to regress, hence her appearance and reserved nature.
For reasons unknown to her, Mimi still dreams of Jamie.
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Just waiting on your input before I finalize and post my CS, Lovejoy.
Ugh I am loving everyone's characters. Do not envy Lovejoy her job D:
Dotcom - asdfgjhkl be my friend? I love that song okay entire show too much for words! I wish I had a manvoice :c
I'm your wish your dream come true
And I am your darkest nightmare too
I've shown you
I own you
YES. YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES.
Have you seen it? Do...they have it yet over there?
Meanwhile, Manvoice is a chronic condition of unsexy. Unless you're a man, then it's pretty great.
'Superboy and the Invisible Girl' is my FAVORITE BELT-IN-THE-CAR SONG.
Also, I edited my CS. I took out the stuff about the magisters, I suppose I wasn't really sure how they operated in terms of divinations or finding pepole and I was trying to make my character stand out like you said, it sort of worked in a way lol. Also, I just left the school of magic section blank because I'm not sure who will get priority over which schools of magic plus it'll prevent me from working it into my CS then getting bumped again. The school of magic thing isn't a biggie for me, there were actually three that I liked and I randomly picked one, I'll just pick something else up if my character gets accepted. Lastly I changed my character's background a bit, hopefully it's ok.... Ok that's it, Thanks! ^^
Sweet Surrender is all that I have to give.
First/Last Name: Andrea Gabriella de Lia
Age/Birth date: 16 / born February 14, 2006.
Place of Origin: Las Vegas, Nevada.
Height/Weight: 5'7'' / 115 lb.
Though not necessarily tall, Andi's thin figure gives the impression of a little extra height. Her voice generally has a soft warmth, though that's occasionally overshadowed by a peculiar melange of romance accents. Her features are vaguely Italian in origin, though her moss-green eyes and dyed reddish hair make the connection less obvious. She has several apparent tattoos in various places, nearly all of them butterflies, and none of them real. In the day-to-day, they remain firmly in place with nary a flutter but when stressed or during moments of lost thought they'll fade or vanish altogether. During times of elation, or sometimes just for entertainment, they'll take flight and bob around in their awkward butterfly fashion.
Andi embraces both her human and magi heritages, though she abides by the former when it comes to dress. Her wardrobe is eclectic by habit, but she favors a more bohemian style that emphasizes color, texture, and diversity to inspire the magi in her toward a freer, less traditional expressiveness. She's all about sensory experiences and experimentation so, even at her relatively young age, it's not uncommon to find her with a pipe or cigar - when clear of supervision, of course. The human in her relishes the act of defiance, while the magi in her is fascinated by the role taste and olfaction play in perception.
There was no particular event or sign that pointed Andi toward the School of Illusion, she simply felt it. Even in her earliest memories, when crayon was her medium of choice, there were things in Andi that longed for expression and she sought to give them life. As she learned to see beyond herself, she came to realize there were things her mother wanted for the both of them, and those needed life as well. It was that semi-conscious desire for both that drove Andi to make the intangible real, or at least appear to be so. The earliest attempts were crude mimicry of shapes and patterns to garner a better spot on the refrigerator, but they soon gave way to more substantial efforts.
After a few near-catastrophes, salvaged only by her mother's charm and savvy, Andi's worked progressed to near-flawless renditions of most popular currencies and even some bonds and securities. However, her true passion was for the masters of canvas - Matisse, van Gogh, Bosch - and her crayon depictions quickly evolved into oil imitations, perfected to the detail of brush stroke and aging. Of course, her counterfeit masterpieces were only valid at the time of viewing, which led to her inevitable discovery and assimilation into the magi culture. That said, even her unenhanced attempts were quite proficient and worthy of praise or incarceration, depending on ones point of view.
Andi wears an intricately shaped man's ring from a gold link chain about her neck. It's set with an amber stone and bears a inscription, though the actual translation depends upon her mood. Of the lessons in her life, Andi most cherishes and resents those imparted by her mother. With regard to her catalyst, once Andi's mother realized that there was some connection between her mother's ring (Andi's grandmother) and the passing of counterfeit items, she moved the ring to Andi's big toe and found a suitable antique for Andi to wear overtly. She told Andi, in no uncertain terms, to only fidget with the ring on the chain and, if necessary, wiggle her toes on the other. Though the heirloom, once a pinky ring has, with growth, moved to Andi's middle toe, she still adheres to her mother's teaching and portrays the necklace as her true catalyst.
Andi's generally a warm, loving person and wants most for people to see what they desire. However, she's learned to balance that with a practical, almost survivalist mindset, that injects flaws where they should be and enough imperfection to cast doubt on her projected reality. She's capable of the perfection, and she knows it, but she's also keenly aware that perfection in and of itself has consequences. Better to be good enough.
Insecurity has been with Andi as long as she can remember. More recently, it's centered on thoughts of her father and why he's shown no interest in her, but even early on she suspected her mother of loving her more for her gift. The latter is what pains her more and why she holds back. More than anything, Andi wants to be loved for who she is, not what she can do.
To assert that Andi lacks respect for authority is an understatement, as she's spent a fair bit of time evading it. Beyond that, however, is something that transcends herself and which she's tried desperately to express her whole life. Authority means rules and control, but the colors flow freely outside the lines as well, and sometimes those artificial boundaries prevent the illustration from becoming what it wants to be.
At heart, Andi wants to be loved but struggles with her gift. The core of her being knows it's her path to fulfillment, but the reality of the day-to-day tells her it makes her a commodity - at least to humans. She's wondered on numerous occasions whether her mother loved her more for her gift or for simply being a daughter. To other magi, she may just be one among many, though that hasn't been her experience. Regardless of the level of her teaching or the level of competition among her peers, Andi's consistently emerged on top, and that frightens her. You can't be the best without drawing attention, and that's never a good thing.
Andi's mother, Andrea Marcella de Lia, was a grifter who worked her way from Sicily to California and back again, more than once. One mild evening in Belgium, roughly nine months before landing in Las Vegas, Marcella met a man. The moon, the stars, his manor, and her raging beauty culminated in a single act, albeit one that lasted until dawn, that gave Andi her start. Her father, unknown to her to this day, is a pure-blood magi and her mother a beautiful Sicilian who seduced him in Belgium, never would meet again. In her imaginings, Andi depicts him as a noble magus and her mother as a human princess, the pairing of lovers forever entwined and her as their beloved child. Reality tells her otherwise, that her mother takes up lovers faster than habits and that her father was anything but noble when she was conceived.
Their gypsy lifestyle led Andi and her mother around the world, partly for new opportunities but mostly to keep the authorities behind them. Even at an early age, Andi possessed artistic talent and Marcella took notice, not so much for the pictures themselves but for how she seemed to perceive them in Andi's presence. Initially, the drawings were marvelous but, when she viewed them later, after Andi's bedtime, they were merely good toddler-esque scribbles. More interestingly, when she showed them off to others in Andi's presence, the reaction was unanimously positive but almost always puzzled in her absence. Not fully realizing Andi's nature, Marcella did acknowledge that she was special and potentially valuable. In time, that assessment proved truer than she could've imagined.
With time and direction, Marcella had Andi producing currency and bond certificates, easily paving their way into a more comfortable lifestyle. Simultaneously, Marcella noticed more attention cast her way - the kind that warrants a change of scenery - and that became the new norm. Andi and her mother became nomads, migrating from town to town, country to country, continent to continent. The tipping point came when Andi, confident in her abilities, produced an astoundingly accurate Goughan. Though a stark departure from their routine counterfeits, Marcella was unable to resist the lure and arranged a sale.
Andi was ten when they, the magi, arranged the buy with Marcella. She was good, very good at eluding her pursuers, and she'd taught Andi everything she could. So much, in fact, that they weren't certain they'd found a half-blood until Marcella, under magical influence, described her memories of Andi's father and of Andi's gift. It was she who, under duress, confessed her own daughter's abilities and, from that day forward, severed their connection.
Placed with adoptive magi parents, Andi struggled to accept them or her new life. In time, however, she came to realize that they and the schools they sent her to could impart knowledge and skills otherwise beyond her grasp. More importantly, they could help her reach levels of expression beyond her imagination. While she'd sought to imitate the two dimensional renderings of the masters, she came to realize that she was capable of so much more - full impressions with touch and feel - and that has proved exhilarating. While Andi arrived late into magi scholarship, she's progressed rapidly despite a lingering disdain for authority. The rigid curricula have proved challenging for her, especially having started from so far behind, but her drive and talent for the arts have propelled her along. While her introduction to the primary magi education was turbulent, Andi's pushed her way through to a stellar finish - one worthy of notice and acceptance to The Middlemarch School.
Last edited by februari; 01-04-2013 at 11:57 PM.