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Writing Club (Comedy School-based RP)

@pentagoon Yes, thats a perfectly fine reason. While other clubs may test their members beforehand on their passions. Jing does not.

Writing Club (Comedy School-based RP)

@ES Of course, I've messaged you about possibilties.

@Th3King0fChaos@Sanguine Rose (And others who join) I've offically set up the Discord. Its in the first OOC post. It'll be used for general annoucement, rp details and questions. And general...ooc...carousing?

Writing Club (Comedy School-based RP)

@Hyde This is an excerpt from the FAQ I made which is on the discord I'll link up soon.

Q: Where is the Academy?
A: The Academy is set on an Island. Somewhere, the location of the Island would be spoilers. But it is it's own little place away from everything else
Q: Where do the Students Live!
A: The Students live in dormitories on the other side of the Island. It is not based on club, so all the members live randomly across the Island.
Q: What else is on the Island aside from the Academy and Dormitories?
A: There's a small town that has everything a small town would have. However, think of anything outside the Academy as 'Wilderness' Unless something special is happening. We will not interact with the outer island much

Writing Club (Comedy School-based RP)

@Sanguine Rose Accepted! Move into Character Tab.

Kevin Marshall: "The Straight-Laced Dreamer" Joins the Club.

@Th3King0fChaos That's fine, it has everything it needs anyway. Accepted, yeet in to character tab.

Ismael O'Donnell: "The Polygot NEEEEERD" Joins the club.

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I also ask the two of you and others who join to write a small history section, mainly to give subtext on how/why they joined the club. I'll add it to the CS for future joiney's but you guys can just edit it in at some date.

You also may notice the GM chars dont have a history. That's cause the world is cruel and unfair.

Writing Club (Comedy School-based RP)

Introducing the Two GM Characters of the Roleplay!

THE HEAD OF THE CLUB:

Jing

"Can you keep it down? I'm trying to rest"

Text Colour Hex Code: #F4D03F

Name: Jìng Giù

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Genre: ???

Likes:

- Pasta
- Sleep
- Cats

Dislikes:

- Work
- Noise
- Criticism
- The Cold

Fear(s):

- Cars

Dream:

Jing lives life to the ethos of getting by while putting in the least effort.
If he could never have to lift a finger again to life comfortably, then he would call that paradise.

THE ONE ACTUALLY TRYING TO KEEP THINGS TOGETHER:

Seira

"Hey! Put that back!"

Text Colour Hex Code: #34495E
Name: Seirá Mada

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Genre: H.F.U.R.E.D.F.T.P.O.T.U.I.T.C.S

(Historical Fiction Using Realisitc Elements Derived From The Period Of Time Used In That Current Story.)

Likes:

- History
- Documentaries
- Old-Timey stuff. (Though she would never call it that)
- Woodworking
- Jumpers

Dislikes:

- Mobile Phones
- Chaos
- Unrealistic Stories
- Social Media

- Fear(s):

- Bugs
- Getting lied to
- Getting kicked out of the academy.

Dream:

To teach people the awe of history using her books.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

ᓰSᗩᓰᗩᕼ ᗩᖻᗩᗩᘻ

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"The magic of teleporation is not an exact science." Isaiah replied with a small flick of the wrist to the rather loud boy. It was rather clear that he wasn't taking it well with...whatever this is. Which meant the gathering possibility was deepening. Plus, detroit? That...was in america wasn't it?

The white haired dorothy started introductions. Andromeda, and an academic at that. Ugh, He hoped he wouldn't have to deal with something too high on themselves. The young girl was next to talk. Her first day of school, well. She certainly wasn't where he was then. It was the holidays where he was. Prime time for innocent families She really did look out of place. Guillble, perhaps. He made a mental note of that. heard loud-mouth interduce himself as Graham.

Well, he guessed it was time for himself. "Huzzah!" Flicking a strand out of his hair, Isaiah made a grande pose, his cape flapping wildly in the non-existent wind. Smacking some fox-person in the face. "Isaiah the great! My current location of great trickstery was in..."

A thought so obvious popped him in the head. Something he would never have thought possible, yet with his current predicament seemed more likely each moment passed. "Well, let's just say. I may have performed a second just as great feat of magic. Andromeda, Miki" He gave a curt little bow to the two women. "Girl I haven't yet the pleasure to gain the name of." An apologetic bow to the quiet girl. "And Graham."

"I have a small question for you all." He gave a sly smile. "Are you all currently speaking my mother tongue of arabic as my ears tell me?"

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Phys Interactons: @Vancexentan @addamas @KoL @TheMushroomLord

Wellington Academy ₊*

Clay Eaton

Full Name: Clay Eaton
Age: 16
Year: Incoming Sophomore
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3
Sexuality: Bisexual
Apperance:



Colour Code: #7AD42A
Dislikes:
- Diaster Movies: Sharks would never act like that!
- Wasps: One of the few animals that just dont seem to agree with Clay. Many times he had disturbed a nest while exploring or working and ended up stung.
- Most technology: He just doesn't seem to be able to understand them. And people only get frustated trying to help so he has mostly forsaken using most of it.

Likes:
- The Outside: Obviously.
- Dogs: Specifically Greyhounds. He had three at home. (Though he's fond of all animals.)
- Fish: Tuna, Salmon, Flounder. All his favourites for eating!
- Art: Though perhaps he doesn't understand it. He loves the passion people put in it.

Skills:
- On the long dulls on his family farm. Clay took up his father's hobby of wood carving. And given the many dulls on the farm, he's gotten quite talented at it.
- Knows his way around a farm.
- He's also a sufficent at lumbering, having helped his mother chop down cluttered trees.

Gift: Clay has an exceptional knowledge on anything related to physical geography. Trees, mountains, lakes. He loves them and understands how they are formed and how they effect the rest of the natural world.

Personality:
Clay is...innocent in a lot of ways. A simple if sheltered childhood has led him to be unaware of many facets of the world. His accents and mannerisms may give people the impression of a dumb country bumpkin. In reality, Clay is just someone who takes life at an leisure pace. One might be able to see the cogs in his brain working in a conversation. But Clay seems not to notice any complaints about his pace.

Clay is an outwardly friendly person always willing to help his fellow neighbour. He may not get their trouble or the problems they face but he has been taught the right way in life and that is to always give a hand. Clay is not one to understand the intracies of conversation or subtext. He lived with simple spoken folk and that is what he has grown up to be as well. So a lot of things people say can be mis-understood or simply not understood at all. Clay doesn't mind, he's patient with people. Patient with a lot of things. He knows he may not be the brightest tool in the farmhouse but he tries.

History:
Clay was born to two loving parents on a large secluded forested ranch precisely in the middle of nowhere. For education he went to the shcool an hours drive away where there was barely enough students to register each class. From a young age Clay helped in duties. And when the work was done, He was given free range to explore the seemingly endless ranch his parents owned.

The farm did not get many vistors, given how far away and secluded the house was. So his friends were the cows and sheep. The dogs and Cats. The birds and the bees- scratch that last one.

Academics were never really Clay's strong point. They were precisely his weak point if anything. Must to the bemusement of his classmates, CLay was often around the bottom of most subjects. Not that he minded too much, a life taking over the farm seemed simple to him. However anything related to nature he excelled. Clay and his parents were ready for that to be an interesting tidbit when a family friend suggested that he apply for Wellington Academy. He didn't expect much but was gobsmacked when he was accepted in. His parents spoke of him like he was the pride of the village.

He doesn't know what learn there, but he hopes to do his parents and hamlet proud.

Weller stars: 0
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: Some old totems and symbols of luck given to him by his parents. An seemingly endless amount of wooly hats and overshirts. A carving knife which he had to get permission from and a journal for interesting landmarks.

Theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STFy4EJ-dTU

Wellington Academy ₊*

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Fatima Musa ♥

Wellington Academy

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Waiting around in the smudged world as her glasses were cleaned for her. Fatima briefly formed a defensive pose incase she was to be suddenly tested in battle by school ninjas.

As Fatima fiddled with straightening her glasses once she had. The bandaged stranger declared herself as the students service leader. Which obviously meant she was the top dog in this school. Truly Fatima's inner guts was great at picking a target. Everyone knew in school you had to pick the biggest person there first!

'I’m mostly at the gym. If not, you could find me in my room.' Idette shot a look towards Fatima and she grinned proudly back. One should always be courtous towards an opponent. Plus, she said she could be found at the gym mostly. A partner! It was finally time for her to get jacked!

Then Idette announced that the two of them and her would be residing at the same cottage. Fatima smiled brightly once more. A perfect sequence of events. Though the cottage leader nathaniel was of course one to be wary of. He was an offical part of the school. Which meant authority. Boo! Bad!

As Idette beckoned them to follow her. Fatima happily skipped along, randomly kicking the air and making karate poses. At one point she noticed the writing on Lavanda's sweater. "Mashed potatoes? I LOVE MASHED POTATOES. Though my mom always makes me eat them even when I tell her not to. She won't let me go on a all protein diet cause it's like 'not healthy for a fourteen year old to eat only protein' like geez mom how ELSE will I become the ULTIMATE WARRIOR." Fatima took a deep breath in. "RIGHT?"

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Phys interacted: @Kautalya @Karisma

Writing Club (Comedy School-based RP)

@Sanguine Rose Yeah, Genre refers to the type of writing your character perfers the most. This isn't defined by exact genres like just only being able to say horror,action, or whatever.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

ᓰSᗩᓰᗩᕼ ᗩᖻᗩᗩᘻ

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"I'm busy...."

He patted his jacket. Everything was still there, if this some was some elaborate distraction for a robbery they had lost the key first moment of suprise. One moment he was passing through an alleyway to sort through the meager money he had earned to survive that day and the next he was here. The blaring sun had replaced the twilight moon, wide streets had replaced the grimy alleyway and...there were furries.

He was sleeping. Or worse, some street thug had knocked him over the head for his stuff and this was the last images his brain was giving him before he bled out. That must have been what the 'I'm sorry' was for. Gah, What a shitty way to die. And what a shitty thing for his brain to give him as a last memory. Fuck this world.

Of course, there was the rather odd inclusion of other rather regularly dressed people around him. With faces he had never seen before. His brain couldn't even give him some scandalous hot babes to be his last sight. Just these twerps. Yet, they looked as equally confused as he was. And they spoke, speaking about cities and references of things that Isaiah had never gone to or cared to watch.

He patted a certain pocket again, and felt a familiar twitch. Ah...It wasn't possible....was it?

Isaiah looked at the others again. If this was some type of con or something. Then they were waiting for him to react. Then the best way to use this opportuinity was...

"My greatest trick yet!" Isaiah exlaimed, flailing his hands wildily in the air. Grinning victorious "I have transported these four citizens to a whole other world! Suck it David Blaine!"

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Phys Interactons: @Vancexentan @addamas @KoL @TheMushroomLord @vocab