Is it strange that I want to be at school right now
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Look at yourself, what do you see... I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
(My origin story)
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC! It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
6:00: early morning fitness 7:00: breakfast and role call 8:00: clean up and bathing 8:20: physical training as a group, everyone should be at the same level of fitness, they would learn martial arts in the areas of swordsmanship and hand to hand combat, general fitness and practical problem solving. the only people exempt from physical training are the seniors who sometimes instruct training. 9:20: rest/time to socialise with the other students 10:20: tertiary lessons, each differing for the varying classes, the juniors will each learn maths and English in a group, mid years are in seperate classes based on their class, seniors sometimes teach classes, if not they have an apprenticeship with one of the masters (teachers assistant and trainee under the master) or they do personal studying. 1:20: lunch, students are selected to cook each week. 2:20: practical lessons based on classes, juniors are introduced to each class and at the end of the year they are allowed to choose one. Midyears take specific classes based on their profession, seniors are the same and sometimes teach classes. 3:20: rest 4:00: clean up orphanage 5:00: personal time for socialising and personal study. 7:00: dinner 8:00: clean up and bathing 9:00: personal time until bed
@Aristocles For a schedule I'd suggest something like this
Morning Physical training early in the morning Breakfast at sunrise Clean up Practical lessons: swordsmanship, martial arts, fitnesss, emergency medication Day Lunch Clean up Tertiary lessons: maths, English, magic Personal time Dinner Clean up Sleep
Also, are all the characters in the same class or group, it'd be confusing if they were all separated.
@Aristocles Well, this being a d&d style Rp I'm suggesting we should have a coloured coat system or a badge system which signifies the grade/yearlevels.
@knifeman@Silverstein@The Jest@KatherinWinter@EurmalEye "Hey, uh, any eggs left for me?" He asked sora who was holding out that pan of eggs, "I'm sure that in all of the underworld you'd be able to spare a mouthful for me.", Argo straightened his clothes after that thrilling ordeal before pocketing his wallet, "thanks." he sighed and looked around the room, so many supernaturals, unnaturals, "a bone man, two demons, a werewolf and another human. I should quit while I have the chance cause this group is bound to end up in the worst situation I can think of, god I thought this was more about forensics..."
@knifeman@Silverstein@KatherinWinter@The Jest@EurmalEye "Sorry, just looking for my wallet...", he yawned and looked around, a crowd had formed, nice. "Can someone get this guy off of me so I can pick up my wallet.", his vision de blurred and a flurry of lights and images entred his mind through his eyes, everyone around him seemed to be powerful supernatural beings. "Oh no, don't tell me, you're all here because of that team the higher ups made.", Argo struggled with the grip of the werewolf.
Look at yourself, what do you see...
I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
[color=9e0b0f][u][b](My origin story)[/b][/u][/color]
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!
It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Look at yourself, what do you see...<br>I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?<br><br><font color="#9e0b0f"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">(My origin story)</span></span></font><br><br>A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!<br>It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?</div>
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