Ogo

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@Mivuli So I came to read your message, not have a feels attack looking at your signature.

@Kaalee

Oh god...I hadn't noticed that thing until just now.
I'm a mess now. DAMMIT GRRM! Stop breaking the things I love T-T

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'Twas the night before Orientation, when all through the dorm house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Her socks were strung about the room without care, with hopes that nobody soon would be there. The gal was nestled, all snug in her bed, with visions of n00bz getting fragged in her head.

But silence is fleeting, much as is sleep, for out of the darkness there came a small beep.

But at first it was nothing, the girl simply snoozed on. But nothing became something, and thus her sleep had gone.

Jordan, annoyed by the alarm, grabbed her pillow and smashed it against her head. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away. The alarm was having none of that. Angered by the girl’s shunning, or perhaps threatened or challenged, the clock brought out the big guns, screaming out into the nothing. If it couldn’t wake her, perhaps an angry mob of her neighbors would do. Jordan, discovering that pillows were not as effective as she thought when it came to being earmuffs, scrunched up her face and cast the pillow to live out the rest of its days as a floor pillow. Such failures would not be tolerated. She quickly scrambled to her feet, ignoring their protests against the cold floor, and crossed the dark room, hammering the top of the alarm clock when it came into reach. She had placed it on the windowsill because, well, she couldn’t be trusted not to abuse the snooze button.

Well, with that crisis out of the way, she might as well reward herself. A couple more hours of sleep ought to do...wait…

Jordan shook her head, dismissing the thought.

Her eyes had just started to finish adjusting to the limited light when she looked at the clock. Five-thirty.

The tiny ginger loosed a flood of curses directed at her alarm. She could have swore that she set it for...err...well, much later. A sigh escaped her as she plopped down in the tiny chair by her desk. She was too wired now to go back to sleep but...what sane person would actually be up at this hour? A few moments passed with her just stewing in her chair, lamenting the death of her sleep schedule, but eventually she gave up and gathered a few essentials before heading off to the bathroom. Might as well get a shower in while she was up.

Showers rule.

Feeling rather clean and refreshed, Jordan returned to her dorm room. She once again considered crashing but ultimately decided against it. She instead decided to go ahead and get dressed. A pair of darker skinny jeans was ripped from its resting place and flung onto her bed. That was easy enough. As for shirts...Jordan looked at them all for a few moments, then decided to go with ole faithful, a Nirvana “Smiley Face” shirt. She almost grabbed a flannel as well, but meh, why make more laundry?

After switching out of her pajama pants and gray tank top, and into the day’s outfit, Jordan even went ahead and put on her shoes, a pair of old black Converse and a black beanie. Satisfied, Jordan turned back to check the time.

Six fifteen.

She almost screamed.

Well, whatever. She crossed the room and bent down next to the minifridge by her desk. She pulled out a ten ounce bottom of Sunny D, grabbed a granola bar, and took a seat at her desk before booting up her laptop. She opened her drink and took a swig, unleashing the sun. Orange juice ruled. Once the crappy laptop finished coughing and crying, she moved the pointer to the big ‘W’ in the center of her desktop. If she was going to be up this early, might as well do SOMETHING…

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She had spent plenty of time exploring the world of Azeroth by the time she had finally checked the clock again. Apparently, during adventures, the sun had decided to pop out. And time had decided that it was a strong independant woman that didn’t need no man running it’s life and it was going to do as it pleased. Unfortunately, that meant for Jordan that she had just about enough time to panic before jetting out of the room. If she could somehow please Mistress Time once more, she might not be late for the assembly. Maybe, just maybe…

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She was late, which was just great, y’know? It’s not like she was an out of state student that knew all of two people thus far. But whatever, this was a plus, an opportunity to meet some new people. She could probably find a seat somewhere…

By the time Jordan had gotten to the gymnasium and entered the room, there was a big commotion going on. Half of the room seemed to be cheering, and the other side was laughing. She scanned the room, a bit confused. Apparently she missed something. Oh well. She noticed quite a few people wearing clothes that may or may not have costed more than what her dad brought home a year. A bit daunting, that, but something she had come to see a lot of lately. Especially at work. Apparently some rich dudes really liked sports bars. Go figure. She opted to grab just the nearest seat she could find. That happened to be near the back, on the right. Right behind some big dude that she had no possible way of seeing past. Unless she could somehow develop X-Ray vision…

She held her breath and stared daggers into the back of the big man’s head. No dice. She left out a tiny sigh and just resigned herself to listening. Once again, comic books had raised her expectations only to disappoint. Bah. The headmaster? Dean? President? Whoever he was, he sure liked to drone on and on. He didn’t really say anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Rules and expectations. Honestly, Jordan got a bit bored partway through, and ended up pulling out her cellphone and browsing social media. Then she somehow ended up on Reddit, reading about how some guy woke up next to a bear or something. People were awesome. Weird, but awesome.

It wasn’t until she heard a bunch of gasps and muttering that Jordan was pulled back to reality. Apparently, the assembly was over. A bit underwhelming, that. She caught some people on the other side of the gym looking in her direction, mouths hanging open. Puzzled, Jordan searched about for what was so shocking. Judging by some of the people around her, it seemed like everyone was looking at some chick in a purple dress. Jordan didn’t get it. Yeah, she was pretty cute, and the dress was nice, but did that really warrant such disbelief?

…

Was this girl famous or something? Because really, the more Jordan looked about, the more people she noticed occasionally glancing over at Purps. She did look somewhat familiar...eh, she couldn’t quite place it. Or maybe it wasn’t even Purps? There were a couple others there too, all seemingly trying to chat up some dude that seemed a bit...well, it didn’t seem like this was the happiest day of his life. His satellites were a blonde chick and some dark hair dude tha…

Waaaiiit a moment...now she KNEW she had seen him before. Like, before she came to the school. Like on the internet.

OH! Oh snap! She knew him. She used to watch his videos on YouTube like, a lot. That was...pretty cool. She considered going over and saying hello. Why not? After all, they were all students here, right? That was some common ground. And she might have even done that but, well, she really wanted a smoke right about then. Being the slave to nicotine that she was, she had to comply, thus tiny Ollie hopped up from her seat and strolled over to the exit, dodging and darting in and out harm’s way. Tall people, in her experience, not too considerate when walking. She’d rather not be trampled to death before classes had even started. A week or two after, and sure, Mufasa her. Until then, however, she didn’t think it was too much to ask for a little walking room. Oh well.

Once outside, she crossed over to near the parking lot. She wasn’t entirely sure of the school’s policy on smoking but...well, most places didn’t mind it in the parking lot, right? And if they did, well, screw ‘em. She needed one, dammit.
“...CeCe Barker...”

As Jordan pulled out a cigarette and plucked it in her mouth, she heard a couple chicks behind her gossiping away. She fought her lighter to catch spark, then finally got her cig lit and took a deep drag, letting the horribly toxic smoke unleash havoc and mayhem upon her lungs. It was okay, though. Ollie was a happy girl and these things kept her that way. It was worth the potential ruined lung in her opinion. Alright, so it wasn’t, and was actually something she was horribly terrified of. She had also tried quitting a few times and that didn’t really go over well. Maybe some other time though…

While she puffed away, Jordan noticed some more people about her whispering and gossiping. She heard the name CeCe time and time again. Eventually she gave in and followed the gazes to this tall blonde bombshell. Honestly, Jordan had to do a double take. This chick was about as stereotypically Hollywood as Jordan had imagined back home. It seemed like she was chatting with a couple guys. Some guy with an admittedly pretty righteous beard and…

Upon seeing the third person, Jordan pulled another double take. Hadn’t she like...just seen this dude? Inside? In different clothing? There was no way he beat her out here and changed into a completely different outfit...bah, her mind was most likely just playing tricks on her. Side effect of broken sleep schedule, probably. A buzzing went off in the girl’s pocket. She pulled out her phone to see a text. It was one of the other hosts at work asking if she’d cover his shift. Jordan frowned and looked away from the phone at the lot full of nice cars while taking another drag. She didn’t really want to go in on her day off...but money.

She decided to make the poor boy squirm a bit before answering. He was kind of a prick, so well, he deserved it. She probably would do it, honestly, but she wanted to at least meet a couple of people first.

…

After the cigarette, of course.

Closed.

Whew. Had a few things I had to take care of. Working on a little something something now.

Hello again

Welcome back to the Guild, dude!
Always a pleasure to see people come back.

May this giant, patriotic bird usher you in to greatness.

Helloooo!

Oi oi oi! Welcome to the guild, dude! Hope you enjoy your stay. Just be sure to place your drinks on the coasters provided and we won't have a problem.

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Jordan Olivia Phillips

Jordan

"There's power in looking silly and not caring that you do." -Amy Poehler

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Name;

Jordan Olivia Phillips

Nickname;

Her youngest sister took to calling her Ollie. It kind of stuck.

Birth Date;

September 13rd

Age;

18

Zodiac Sign;

Virgo

Gender;

Female

Sexuality;

Pansexual

Poor

Scholarship

Major;

English

Minor;

Communications

Occupation;

Hostess at a Buffalo Wild Wings

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In Depth Appearance;

There’s short...and then there’s Jordan. Standing at four foot ten and weighing a whopping ninety three pounds, this chick simply oozes intimidation [4'10, 93lbs]. Seriously, don’t let those big blue eyes fool you, this petite chica is fierce. The word ginger, for example, has been said enough times that it just doesn’t even sound like a word anymore and simply evokes rage and hostility in the wee lassie. Natural red hair, rather pale skin, and just a nice splash of freckles across her face, the unholy trinity of genetics is her burden to bare. So be it. However, she has also been compared to little Orphan Annie a couple times on account of the curly hair, and that’s where she draws the line. Not cool, dudes.

Clothing Style;

K.I.S.S.
Keep it simple, stupid. That’s Ollie’s motto when it comes to clothing. Not that she exactly has a choice, mind you. Clothing isn’t exactly that easy to find for a girl her size, or at least, clothing without Dora the Explorer rocking out on the front. Band tees and skinny jeans are the way to go, though she does have to order most of that online. Hell, she’ll even don a flannel if she’s feel particularly grungy that day. Hoodies become an option in the fall/winter, at which point she then abuses. Most of her clothes, while not falling apart, do show signs of usage. Faded jeans, small holes, the works. It’s all good, though. As long as it keeps her body somewhat safe from the wraith of the elements and the eyes of perverts, she couldn’t ask for much more.

It is extremely rare to catch Ollie without some sort of hat. She really likes beanies, knit caps, and newsboy caps. Even at work, she’ll wear a Fireball Cinnamon Whisky baseball cap. Hats rule the world, man.

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Likes;

Rock ‘n’ Roll.
Cats.
Hats.
Cats in Hats.
World of Warcraft.
Being Indoors.
Comedies.
Reading.
Kids.

Dislikes;

Extended periods of exercise.
Country music.
Nicolas Cage.
Geese.
Thunderstorms.
Heights.
Rollercoasters.
Condescending asshats.
The color yellow.
Bragging.
Bigots.

Habits;

Smokes like a freight train.
Often pops her fingers and cracks her knuckles before using her hands.
Quite likely to end up standing on the tips of her toes. Every little bit of height counts, man.
Can end up rambling, going off on tangent after tangent. Just knock her around a bit to fix it.

Hobbies;

She performs some stand-up during Open-Mic whenever she gets a chance.
She enjoys playing guitar. Usually ends up incorporating it into her stand-up in some way.
Writing is a big part of her life.

Fears;

Spiders.
Drowning.
Kidnapping.

Personality;

Jordan’s a pretty happy girl, all things considered. She’s never been one to take life too seriously. There’s always a laugh to be found, a smile to share, a reason to keep going. Ever the optimist, Jordan remains upbeat and peppy, even when things are the bleakest.

For such a small frame, Ollie is a source of much pride. Fiercely independent and confident, she doesn’t appreciate others looking down upon her, or trying to do things for her. Just let her do her thing and everything will be groovy. In the case that someone has managed to get on her bad side...well, she’s not afraid of making her opinion known. Rather loudly, mind you, though she’s always been a bit of a loudmouth. Add in her tendency to ramble and Ollie can quickly find herself in a bad situation.

The girl is a rather expressive person emotionally. Her mood is usually plastered all over her face. Try as she might, she just can’t hide it well. She wears her heart on her sleeve, yet even after having it tramped on time and time again, she still chooses to see the good in people. Everybody has their story. Sometimes our stories cross paths, even intertwining at times...but that can come to an end so suddenly. Don’t worry about the time that will never be, just be grateful for the time that was there.

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Income;

Minimum Wage or otherwise known as just enough to never run out of instant noodles.

Finances;

Upper Lower Class

Spending Habits;

Jordan’s about as frugal with cash as they come. She can stretch just about every penny out of a dollar. She does splurge a little for Netflix and WoW, but those are the essentials, really.

Transportation;

Check out her mean bike!

Exercise is terrible, but only just slightly less so than gasoline.

House;

She’s yet another Dorm Baby.

Place of Origin;

Portsmouth, Ohio.

Background;

Born to a laborer and a school teacher, Jordan was the second child, two years after her big brother Thomas. Six years later, out popped the twins, Tabitha and Alice. And about a year after that she got another brother: Gregory.

Obviously, that many children called for a bit more cashola to support the homestead. Jordan’s mother eventually picked up another job after school and was usually just gone. Thomas and Ollie took on the responsibility of taking care of the younger ones. Sure there was a babysitter, but she would usually plop down on the couch, get insanely high, ignoring everyone altogether. But the little Phillips children were able to keep the younger ones from spontaneous combusting, so that was a plus.

Jordan had a pretty normal childhood otherwise. Rather loving and supportive, if not a tad distant, parents, a decent number of friends on the block, a couple cats. Everything was great. The only bad part of it was that she lived in Ohio, the Great Nothing state. But then...

Her junior year of high school, Jordan was urged heavily by her guidance counselor to start applying to schools with decent English programs. So she did. Why not, right? She had always enjoyed writing, and English could get her a job utilizing that. And if all else fails, she'd still have a shot at teaching. She heard back from a few but...there was one that stuck out. Hollywood University. She, like countless other girls in small town Ohio, had always wanted to go to California and now? She was offered a ticket there, complete with education. It was a pretty easy choice. She’d go, play the little game, get oogled at. In the end, she’d get a little piece of paper saying essentially “You rock, dude.” Which was sad. That’s all that was standing between her and unending success? None of it mattered. In the end, she'd be the winner. And isn’t that all that’s required? But that would have to remain a dream. Her parents didn't have money to send her to a place like that and she couldn't ask them to do that anyway. Surely there were other, cheaper schools around with decent English programs.

She was accepted.

Jordan couldn't believe the letter. She had been accepted to the school. It felt rather cruel. She would have preferred just not getting a response. The only thing that stopped her from following that dream? Cash. Simoleons. Cheddah. Hell, she wasn't even sure she could get a loan big enough to pay for what tuition would be, let alone supplies, housing, etc. Then, a couple weeks later, she got another letter. Same place. Still accepted but...she had qualified for a scholarship.

It was a sign.

Destiny wanted her to go, and how could such a small girl like Ollie fight against destiny?

Extra;

English was my favorite subject by a country mile. English didn’t involve numbers. This pleased me.

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Closed.

@HushedWhispers
Oh okay! :D Will do, will do!
I hope things get better for ya, dude.

@WhiteStar19
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ninja the spot T-T
I hadn't seen your post before I started working on Jordan. I hadn't seen it until like fifteen minutes ago, honestly xD
Uhm....oh...Oh! Perhaps this clash of titans will smooth things over?

Three lads enter.
One lad leaves.

Herculean Academy: Arc 1 - Welcome To The Academy

@NarcissisticPotato
Our vein little starchy overlord returns! Welcome back! Hope Europe wasn't too European for ya.

Closed.

Well, here's my first go at it, then. Don't mind the backstory section as of yet. I'm too tired to even read over my own thing. Falling asleep at the keyboard for love's sake. I'll probably go back over it with a comb in the morning, so with that, good night all :D

Jordan Olivia Phillips

Jordan

"There's power in looking silly and not caring that you do." -Amy Poehler

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Name;

Jordan Olivia Phillips

Nickname;

Her youngest sister took to calling her Ollie. It kind of stuck.

Birth Date;

September 13rd

Age;

18

Zodiac Sign;

Virgo

Gender;

Female

Sexuality;

Pansexual

Poor

Scholarship

Major;

English

Minor;

Communications

Occupation;

Hostess at a Buffalo Wild Wings

---

In Depth Appearance;

There’s short...and then there’s Jordan. Standing at four foot ten and weighing a whopping ninety three pounds, this chick simply oozes intimidation. Seriously, don’t let those big blue eyes fool you, this petite chica is fierce. The word ginger, for example, has been said enough times that it just doesn’t even sound like a word anymore and simply evokes rage and hostility in the wee lassie. Natural red hair, rather pale skin, and just a nice splash of freckles across her face, the unholy trinity of genetics is her burden to bare. So be it. However, she has also been compared to little Orphan Annie a couple times on account of the curly hair, and that’s where she draws the line. Not cool, dudes.

Clothing Style;

K.I.S.S.
Keep it simple, stupid. That’s Ollie’s motto when it comes to clothing. Not that she exactly has a choice, mind you. Clothing isn’t exactly that easy to find for a girl her size, or at least, clothing without Dora the Explorer rocking out on the front. Band tees and skinny jeans are the way to go, though she does have to order most of that online. Hell, she’ll even don a flannel if she’s feel particularly grungy that day. Hoodies become an option in the fall/winter, at which point she then abuses. Most of her clothes, while not falling apart, do show signs of usage. Faded jeans, small holes, the works. It’s all good, though. As long as it keeps her body somewhat safe from the wraith of the elements and the eyes of perverts, she couldn’t ask for much more.

It is extremely rare to catch Ollie without some sort of hat. She really likes beanies, knit caps, and newsboy caps. Even at work, she’ll wear a Fireball Cinnamon Whisky baseball cap. Hats rule the world, man.

---

Likes;

Rock ‘n’ Roll.
Cats.
Hats.
Cats in Hats.
World of Warcraft.
Being Indoors.
Comedies.
Reading.
Kids.

Dislikes;

Extended periods of exercise.
Country music.
Nicolas Cage.
Geese.
Thunderstorms.
Heights.
Rollercoasters.
Condescending asshats.
The color yellow.
Bragging.
Bigots.

Habits;

Smokes like a freight train.
Often pops her fingers and cracks her knuckles before using her hands.
Quite likely to end up standing on the tips of her toes. Every little bit of height counts, man.
Can end up rambling, going off on tangent after tangent. Just knock her around a bit to fix it.

Hobbies;

She performs some stand-up during Open-Mic whenever she gets a chance.
She enjoys playing guitar. Usually ends up incorporating it into her stand-up in some way.
Writing is a big part of her life.

Fears;

Spiders.
Drowning.
Kidnapping.

Personality;

Jordan’s a pretty happy girl, all things considered. She’s never been one to take life too seriously. There’s always a laugh to be found, a smile to share, a reason to keep going. Ever the optimist, Jordan remains upbeat and peppy, even when things are the bleakest.

For such a small frame, Ollie is a source of much pride. Fiercely independent and confident, she doesn’t appreciate others looking down upon her, or trying to do things for her. Just let her do her thing and everything will be groovy. In the case that someone has managed to get on her bad side...well, she’s not afraid of making her opinion known. Rather loudly, mind you, though she’s always been a bit of a loudmouth. Add in her tendency to ramble and Ollie can quickly find herself in a bad situation.

The girl is a rather expressive person emotionally. Her mood is usually plastered all over her face. Try as she might, she just can’t hide it well. She wears her heart on her sleeve, yet even after having it tramped on time and time again, she still chooses to see the good in people. Everybody has their story. Sometimes our stories cross paths, even intertwining at times...but that can come to an end so suddenly. Don’t worry about the time that will never be, just be grateful for the time that was there.

---

Income;

Minimum Wage or otherwise known as just enough to never run out of instant noodles.

Finances;

Upper Lower Class

Spending Habits;

Jordan’s about as frugal with cash as they come. She can stretch just about every penny out of a dollar. She does splurge a little for Netflix and WoW, but those are the essentials, really.

Transportation;

Check out her mean bike!

Exercise is terrible, but only just slightly less so than gasoline.

House;

She’s yet another Dorm Baby.

Place of Origin;

Portsmouth, Ohio.

Background;

Born to a laborer and a school teacher, Jordan was the second child, two years after her big brother Thomas. Six years later, out popped the twins, Tabitha and Alice. And about a year after that she got another brother: Gregory.

Obviously, that many children called for a bit more cashola to support the homestead. Jordan’s mother picked up another job after school and was just usually gone. Thomas and Ollie took on the responsibility of taking care of the younger ones. Sure there was a babysitter, but she would usually plop down on the couch, get insanely high, ignoring everyone altogether. But the little Phillips children were able to keep the younger ones from spontaneous combusting, so that was awesome.

Jordan had a pretty normal childhood otherwise. Rather loving and supportive parents, a decent number of friends on the block, a couple cats. Everything was great. The only bad part of it was that she lived in Ohio, the Great Nothing state. But then...

Her junior year of high school, Jordan was urged heavily by her guidance counselor to start applying to schools with decent English programs. So she did. She heard back from a few but...there was one that stuck out. Hollywood Academy. She had always wanted to go to California and now? She was offered a ticket there, complete with education. It was a pretty easy choice. So yeah, she’d go, play the little game, get oogled at. In the end, she’d get a little piece of paper saying essentially “You rock, dude.” Which was sad. That’s all that was standing between her and unending success? None of it mattered. In the end, she still won. And isn’t that all that’s required? With an invite and later a scholarship offered by the California grand university, it’s all she needed or wanted.

Extra;

English was my favorite subject by a country mile. English didn’t involve numbers. This pleased me.

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Closed.

Bumping this. Only one male and one female role left open though only for the poor!

Interested?

@HushedWhispers

*waves hands in the air like 'e just dun care*

I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!
Uh, but yeah, this looks rather nifty. I reckon I'll go ahead and give the IC/OOC a quick creeping then start typing up a charrie.

Poor Peep: Coming soon to a post near you!