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Caelbury Academy: An Elite School Slice-of-Life Roleplay

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The Friends of Miami

Roberto followed Jason, for the most part, silently. Nodding and taking in the information he shared. Whenever he was introduced to somebody, he would greet them with a nod and a faint smile, perhaps a 'Hey' or two. "I just want to remind you how thankful I am for this," he muttered to the lawyer when he was done giving him a basic tour of the apartment. "I mean everything. You've been a great friend to me without getting much in return, I am gonna' do whatever it takes to repay you somehow," he glanced over to Jason's friends, who seemed eager to talk to him. "Anyway, I'm going to go and check out my room, I'll be down soon," he exhaled before Jason could reply and turned away up the staircase.

He entered the room Jason had assigned him. It was much larger than he expected. It wasn't kingsize, but it was bigger than any room he'd ever owned. He looked around. There was a load of empty space and all he had was his guitar, which he put down in the corner. He then unzipped his hoodie and placed it on a set of draws. Before taking a seat on the bed and placing his head in his hands. It had been a truly exausting few months - or years. Or maybe it had just been a bit of an exausting existance so far for Roberto. He was sure there were millions, hell, billions, who had had worse upbringings, but that didn't stop him from feeling like his had been below par. He knew that now, for the first time in a long time, he'd be able to relax.

Leaving his wallet on his bed, he headed down the stairs to join his new housemates, who were too engaged in a conversation to notice his presence, which was totally understandable, as it seemed old friends had been reuinted. He poured himself a glass of water - he wasn't a social drinker, he had his reasons for this, but this didn't mean he couldn't have a good time. He then headed over to the glass panes that revealed the beautiful coast of Miami. He sipped at his drink and observed the scenery, smiling. It reminded him of a childhood trip to Valencia, where he and his parents had sat on the hot sand and enjoyed their time together.

He remained standing, peering out at the horizon, waiting until the chaos of new arrivals in the house died down, despite him being one.

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The Friends of Miami

Roberto was sat uncomfortably in a taxi. He had just got off a plane from New York and was on his way to Jason's apartment, where he was planning to live until he got his music career off it's feet and was earning enough to repay his friend. He sighed, glancing to his guitar beside him - it was the only thing, except for the clothes on his back (which were very basic; Old blue jeans, a plain black t-shirt, black sneakers and an unzipped burgundy hoodie) and his wallet, that he had brought with him. Everything else he had sold before he made the move south.

"First time in Miami?" The driver asked cheerfully, glancing back at Roberto with a grin on his face.

Roberto nodded. "Yeah. Nice place."

"Sure as hell is," the driver turned his attention back to the road. "Well, I reccomend you go watch Miami Heat, if you're in to sports..." the driver began to ramble on about various tourist locations, Roberto did not pay too much attention but gave the occasional nod and grunt so to not seem rude.

Eventually, they reached the street that Jason's apartment was on. Roberto handed the taxi driver his pay and slipped out of the taxi, his guitar case swung over his shoulder. After closing the door and watching the taxi race away, Roberto turned his attention to the building he would be living in. Safe to say, it was one of the nicest places he had ever seen. He'd never seen a home more desirable.

He'd contacted Jason earlier that day, who'd said that he would meet him around now after coming home from work, so to let him in to the apartment and give him a key. He leant against the wall and looked up the sky. He didn't really know what he was doing here. His life was a bit of a mess and had been for many years. His only option was to try and stay positive, and hopefully, having friendly people around him would offer that.

He heard the roar of an engine and glanced over in it's direction. He noticed a slick convertable driving towards him. He glanced inside to see Jason, who was donning a pair of sunglasses. He waved to his friend casually, approaching the car as Jason parked. "Hey," Roberto smirked, speaking with a noticable Spanish accent. "It's been a while."

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Name:
Roberto Hakimi
حكيمي روبرتو

Age:
25

Appearance:

Just Under 6ft, Athletic Build

Job:
Musician, Songwriter

Relation to friends:
Jason defended Roberto in court several months ago when he was accused of illegally immegrating to the USA. In the process, they became close friends, and when Roberto was eventually found inoccent, he was determined to repay Jason, as Jason had defended him for much cheaper than any other lawyer had offered to.

Bio:
Roberto was the son of Tunisian sculptor, Laman Hakimi, who lived and worked in Madrid, where he met his Spanish wife, Roberto's mother, Rosa Bargas. Despite the fact Laman produced some amazing sculptures, he did not make too much money, so Rafael was raised in a relatively small home. Roberto, despite his families' lack of riches, did not have an unhappy childhood. His parents cared for him and his extended family was small and tight-nit, all very caring and kind, but they were all on his mothers' side. From an early age Roberto showed a great appreciation for music, and appeared to be a good singer. When he was eight, his parents dug deep in to their pockets to buy him a guitar, which, from that day on, he spent most of his spare hours playing.
When he was eleven, his mother passed away from a serious sickness. He found this extremely hard due to how close his family was. He began to be involved in street crime, gang violence and many other dangerous habits in his teen years, as his father rarely left his office, spending most of his time working on his art, trying to detach his mind from thoughts of his wife. Roberto grew apart from his family and was quite alone, suffering from depression and anxiety, spending half of his time alone in his room, playing his guitar, and the other half on the streets.
At the age of seventeen, Roberto had completed his education - school had not been easy for him, he was intelligent, but he did not pay attention and spent most of his time sitting back and listening to music on his cheap mp3 player. He then began to work in various low paying jobs, too self-concious to try and launch a music career, depsite his talent. After failing to maintain a serious job, he decided to continue his gang lifestyle on the streets, earning money through illegal means.
When his father had a serious heart attack and was put in to hospital, 23 year old Roberto rushed there. Realizing that his father was going to die, Roberto said his goodbyes and promised that he would redeem himself and become a good man. His father passes away, and for the next year and a half, Roberto put all of his effort in to raising money legally, deciding that he would move to America and follow his dream of becoming a musician. After becoming fluent in English and having a good amount of clean money in his pocket, he made the move to New York.
His luck would be harsh, however, as he was falsely accused of being an illegal immigrant. He became very angry at the stereotypes that were thrown at him due to his Muslim heratage. He then ran in to Jason Hunt, who offered to defend him for cheap, he gladly accepted and the two became close friends. Some months after having his name cleared by Justin and settling in to New York, Roberto received a call to join Jason in Miami, he decided to accept and made the move south, believing that fate had finally decided to be kind to him and that his musical career would soon pick up.

Personality:
Roberto was quite lively as a child, but his teenage years have shaped him to be quite a calm, contained and thoughtful person. He rarely shows much emotion and prefers not to speak of his past, avoiding the subject of his family and his criminal record. He is relatively friendly, if someone is kind to him he will return the gesture, though he tends to have fewer friends than most, as he does not make too much of an effort to keep in contact unless they really mean something to him. If he is insulted, he will bare a grudge, and will avoid someone, but he is rarely drawn to aggression - when he is, however, he is explosive and violent.

Relationship?:
None, he has left all of his ties of that kind behind in Madrid

Other:
*Fluent In English, Spanish and Arabic (First Language is Spanish)
*Was raised as a Muslim, as his father was devout, but does not practice
*His only prized possession is his guitar

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Yellow Lake High School

Marcó sighed, pulling a plain black shirt, some blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers on after exiting his bathroom. It was late in the morning, and he would have his first day of his new school today. Slinging his Bass guitar over his shoulder, he headed downstairs, greeting his grandparents, who were sat at the table. "Marcó," his grandmother scolded. "What time do you call this?"

Marcó glanced at the clock. "Ocho y media," he shrugged, speaking in Spanish as a default. His grandfather gave him a stare from behind his newspaper - he had lectured Marcó about how he should stop speaking Spanish, suggesting it was a bad habit. "Half eight," Marcó smirked, walking over to the table and taking a slice of toast before heading for the door. "I'll see you later, then," he gave his grandparents a half hearted wave, which they both returned.

After a short bus journey, Marcó arrived at Yellow Lake High. He exhaled, entering it's gates and finding a place to put his guitar before heading to first period. He hoped he'd find a friend with similar interests to him.

Yellow Lake High School

Name:
Marcó Samora

Gender:
Male

Age:
17

Grade:
Senior

Appearance:


Personality:
Marcó is almost always calm and composed, rarely exitable or loud. He stays in his own group of friends but will happily talk to another person if they are friendly enough. He is at his happiest listening to music. He can sometimes get very hot-headed, but only in rare occasions when he has been deeply offended.

History:
Was born and raised for ten years of his life in Barcelona, Spain, to a young couple. His father was a dentist and his mother a shop clerk. He was quite an intelligent child, but was never able to prove his potential in school due to his short attention span. His father passed away mere weeks after Marcó's tenth birthday. Soon later, struggling to make a living, Marcó and his mother moved to America, where his granparents lived. There, he quickly picked up the language and way of life. He grew to have a love for music and soon became heavily involved in rock music, learning to play the guitar and playing in several bands.
Marcó's mother had fallen ill and passed away when he was 15, meaning that he had to move in with his grandparents. who were only around the age of 60. Marcó switched school to Yellow Lake and is now in his first year as a Senior.

Electives:
Music, Spanish

Anything Else:
First language is Spanish but is completely fluent in English

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