Jaeda Fel said
Accidentally intercept a hawk by being in the wrong place at the right time?
Why thank you good sir/madam. I'll do just that after I finish some Spanish homework. <_>
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Why thank you good sir/madam. I'll do just that after I finish some Spanish homework. <_>
Supreme Vampiric Evil said
Hey Smiies, I'm not really a manga kind of guy. So I feel like I'm lacking a good frame of reference here. What are some good examples of acceptable secrets that characters can have??
The secrets is more of a twist I put on it. Secrets can be, well, anything you'd like. Examples might be anything from self-harming, housing an illegal immigrant, victim/antagonist in a domestic violence case, drug addict/dealer, their sexuality, etc. It can be minor or major.
solaruin said
seems like you have room. i'll roll someone when i get back from work :p
Glad to have you! ^^
MST3K 4ever said
Name: Alex HawkinsGender:Male Age: 18Appearance:Role: Male 1Sexuality: StraightPersonality: Alex is pretty care free and easy going, It seems by all outward appearances that Alex has everything pretty well balanced in his life. He is sarcastic but not cruel. Smart but doesn't lord it over anyone. Loves working out but doesn't use it as an excuse to be cruel to others. Secret: Alex has a Godzilla sized crush on his married history teacher. Has written poems about her and taken pictures of her (borderline stalking)Other: Alex Barrett was born in Frederick, Maryland and has lived there all his life. Alex is one of the shining examples in the community and is generally well thought of at the school. He is part of the wrestling team, maintains a solid GPA, active at his Church, and is going to The University of North Carolina next year on a wrestling scholarship. Word is that the U-S Olympic team is interested in him as well. However though Alex does have a wild side in that he likes to go out and party every so often or pull the occasional prank as well. Again for Alex it's all about balance; he's a good kid but not perfect. His dad is a police captain and his mom is the principal at the Junior High School. Alex also has a twin sister Kathleen, and a younger brother Bill.By all accounts things look really great for Alex and his family. Assuming his secret never gets out. If that secret ever got out his reputation could go down like a house of cards because of the embarrassment it could cause.Username: MST3K 4ever
Oh my goodness there's actually obsessive love letters-- //killed You'll be accepted if you can get a new picture, just because of the water mark. The spot is reserved for you until then, though.
Wondering how I should start off. Ave isn't part of the Jasmine Dragon yet.
Sabrina adjusted her Ray Bans, specially crafted for the extreme UV protection her clouded retinas required, as she walked into the X-Men Academy. Home sweet home, she thought to herself, bitterly, shaking her head. The summer break had been a nice reprieve from the stress shared by being a substitute teacher and a field operative. Sometimes, she'd rather take on whatever rogue mutant had lost their way as opposed to the immaturity of adolescents-- mostly because she was immature, too, but wasn't allowed to laugh.
The main lobby of the grand academy was crowded with students, darkish masses that vaguely resembled humanoid silhouettes forming in her mind. Sabrina weaved her way through the crowd, offering a curt "excuse me" as she shoved aside younger mutants. Her sensitive hearing picked up something about an assembly. Ah, the same assembly they had to have every year. Sabrina's shoulders shook with a large sigh; she figured she may as well release her angst now as opposed to later. The monotony of Storm's speech was already playing in her mind like an overused cassette. Of course she'd lament about the tragedies of being a mutant, but also the gifts they'd been bestowed with; she'd insist that they use their powers for purely the greater good indefinitely, and the importance of refusing to veer from the right, the inarguably right path, because what else were they to do with their otherwise meaningless lives?
And then she'd throw in some shit about the classes or curriculum or schedules for the slackers who hadn't coordinated their stay at the X-Men Academy. Well, Storm was gifted with an eloquence that Sabrina just didn't seem to grasp. She carried a reverence about herself that, though Sabrina didn't necessarily always respect, was definitely prevalent, and she signed her paychecks with that hand, so she tried her hardest to correct her usually flippant attitude around the headmaster.
Sabrina finally made her way to the auditorium where Storm began drudging her way through the traditional opening speech. Sabrina took it upon herself to rest her eyes for a bit. After all, being at the X-Men Academy for so long, When she mentioned something about a meet-and-greet, Sabrina snapped back to attention. "Huh? Meet and greet? Do I get paid for that?" She grumbled, adjusting the glasses that had nearly fallen off her face during her secretive nap. The perky redhead, also one of Sabrina's fellow professors, Stephanie, asked if something was off about Storm. "I didn't notice anything," Sabrina shrugged, tapping on her sunglasses with a "what can you do?" kind of expression, blaming her ignorance on her blindness as she followed Stephanie to the main hall. She probably knew where to go, right?
The main lobby of the grand academy was crowded with students, darkish masses that vaguely resembled humanoid silhouettes forming in her mind. Sabrina weaved her way through the crowd, offering a curt "excuse me" as she shoved aside younger mutants. Her sensitive hearing picked up something about an assembly. Ah, the same assembly they had to have every year. Sabrina's shoulders shook with a large sigh; she figured she may as well release her angst now as opposed to later. The monotony of Storm's speech was already playing in her mind like an overused cassette. Of course she'd lament about the tragedies of being a mutant, but also the gifts they'd been bestowed with; she'd insist that they use their powers for purely the greater good indefinitely, and the importance of refusing to veer from the right, the inarguably right path, because what else were they to do with their otherwise meaningless lives?
And then she'd throw in some shit about the classes or curriculum or schedules for the slackers who hadn't coordinated their stay at the X-Men Academy. Well, Storm was gifted with an eloquence that Sabrina just didn't seem to grasp. She carried a reverence about herself that, though Sabrina didn't necessarily always respect, was definitely prevalent, and she signed her paychecks with that hand, so she tried her hardest to correct her usually flippant attitude around the headmaster.
Sabrina finally made her way to the auditorium where Storm began drudging her way through the traditional opening speech. Sabrina took it upon herself to rest her eyes for a bit. After all, being at the X-Men Academy for so long, When she mentioned something about a meet-and-greet, Sabrina snapped back to attention. "Huh? Meet and greet? Do I get paid for that?" She grumbled, adjusting the glasses that had nearly fallen off her face during her secretive nap. The perky redhead, also one of Sabrina's fellow professors, Stephanie, asked if something was off about Storm. "I didn't notice anything," Sabrina shrugged, tapping on her sunglasses with a "what can you do?" kind of expression, blaming her ignorance on her blindness as she followed Stephanie to the main hall. She probably knew where to go, right?
Just kidding guys, it wasn't school that kept me busy. Blazion murdered me. I'm posting as an ectoplasmic conjuring of my previous self.
If he can hop/flash over a wall. Well, not if they chain silence him 8'D //shot
If he can hop/flash over a wall. Well, not if they chain silence him 8'D //shot
I chew on my bottom lip thoughtfully, mulling over everything that'd been said. I'm done with my code-red panic attack now, but there's still some serious considering to be done about this Hana girl. "Well, your Plan A isn't really going so well, Hana. Sorry, girlie, but I don't think you can get rid of the cliques that easily. Sure, you could pretend to be obnoxious and desperately unattractive," I muse, considering the idea Jake had thrown out. I take another glance at her porcelain features, and the idea disappears as quickly as it conjured itself in my short-attention spanned mind. She could try and feign whatever repugnance she thinks she can pull off, but there really is an art to being, well... unattractive. With my quirky personality and preference for pixelated avatars as opposed to skin and flesh, I've got a natural talent for being a major cock block. It's a bit harder to ward away the hormone-fueled wolves in this school, boy and girl alike, when you have a face like Hana's.
"It's a little harder than you think to escape that social ladder out there." I jumped off the power box, strolling casually towards Hana. I shook my head in an admittedly cliché fashion, clicking my tongue as the distance between us was diminished. I probably looked like the antagonist from Mean Girls, minus the little dog and pink overkill. "I don't think you realize what it's like to not have a clique. When you're alone in Elton, that means you're prey for everyone, even the bottom-feeders like me. Though I'd rather be at my laptop than antagonizing you," I add quickly, shaking my finger at Hana. I'm completely honest here; this girl just screams "I don't take shit from anybody." I wonder if she rides a motorcycle to school. With the leather jacket and combat boots, it would complete the bad-ass look.
"Point is, you're road kill when you're alone. It's why the system works so well... Nobody wants to face the world by themselves. It's like getting in a 1v5 trap tryna' snare the enemy jungle." Of course no one understands my League reference, but I continue anyway. "As tough as you look, you'll crack," I admit, shrugging my petite shoulders lazily.
"Plan B: I try my hand at the Jedi mind trick," I spin on the heel of my weathered, beat-up knock off converse, walking back towards my throne on the power box. Even though I'd just shut her down, Hana had definitely given me something to think about. The Cliqueless was more like an extracurricular activity than anything, but, well, what if we did something with it? We can use this redhead with a rebellion locked mindset to our advantage, can't we? The gears in my head begin spinning, but my academic deficiency is determined to keep me from orchestrating the Cliqueless' opening night. I look toward Izzy expectantly. With her intelligence, she can probably read minds by now, right?
"It's a little harder than you think to escape that social ladder out there." I jumped off the power box, strolling casually towards Hana. I shook my head in an admittedly cliché fashion, clicking my tongue as the distance between us was diminished. I probably looked like the antagonist from Mean Girls, minus the little dog and pink overkill. "I don't think you realize what it's like to not have a clique. When you're alone in Elton, that means you're prey for everyone, even the bottom-feeders like me. Though I'd rather be at my laptop than antagonizing you," I add quickly, shaking my finger at Hana. I'm completely honest here; this girl just screams "I don't take shit from anybody." I wonder if she rides a motorcycle to school. With the leather jacket and combat boots, it would complete the bad-ass look.
"Point is, you're road kill when you're alone. It's why the system works so well... Nobody wants to face the world by themselves. It's like getting in a 1v5 trap tryna' snare the enemy jungle." Of course no one understands my League reference, but I continue anyway. "As tough as you look, you'll crack," I admit, shrugging my petite shoulders lazily.
"Plan B: I try my hand at the Jedi mind trick," I spin on the heel of my weathered, beat-up knock off converse, walking back towards my throne on the power box. Even though I'd just shut her down, Hana had definitely given me something to think about. The Cliqueless was more like an extracurricular activity than anything, but, well, what if we did something with it? We can use this redhead with a rebellion locked mindset to our advantage, can't we? The gears in my head begin spinning, but my academic deficiency is determined to keep me from orchestrating the Cliqueless' opening night. I look toward Izzy expectantly. With her intelligence, she can probably read minds by now, right?
SORRY GUYS oh my goodness scholarships and shit welp AHA BYE HIGH SCHOOL-- //killed
Writing a post now. >.<'
Writing a post now. >.<'
Hayden/smilies is here!
Sorry the post is a little lengthy for a free roleplay qq--
Kellen was not a heavy sleeper. Dreams were one of her many fears; the idea of being alone with her thoughts sent a visible shudder through her body. She was one of the stranger children of Hephaestus. As far as she knew, there weren't any other schizophrenics at the camp. Kellen had become a target for taunting and teasing that was just as merciless from demigods as from regular mortals. At least the humans had been afraid of her metal-kinetic abilities.
That being said, she suffered from another case of insomnia, only having just woken from am onminous nightmare. Kellen's nightmares weren't your typical dreams of a monster chasing you or the like. No, she suffered that enough during the day. At night, it was mental suffering that traumatized her. The faces in her dream were blank, stony and expresionless. Rows upon rows of faces that bore into the very essence of her being, silently screaming to her for something, something... but what was it? What did they need?
Her body was juxtaposed into a fetal position when she heard the thunder. Camp Half-Blood was gifted with perfect weather, as far as she knew. What could this mean? The roar of the thunder reverberated in Kellen's ears, the deafening clap distorting itself into layers upon layers of screams, screaming for help, help, help-- until Kellen realized that it was she screaming, not the voices inside her head.
That being said, she suffered from another case of insomnia, only having just woken from am onminous nightmare. Kellen's nightmares weren't your typical dreams of a monster chasing you or the like. No, she suffered that enough during the day. At night, it was mental suffering that traumatized her. The faces in her dream were blank, stony and expresionless. Rows upon rows of faces that bore into the very essence of her being, silently screaming to her for something, something... but what was it? What did they need?
Her body was juxtaposed into a fetal position when she heard the thunder. Camp Half-Blood was gifted with perfect weather, as far as she knew. What could this mean? The roar of the thunder reverberated in Kellen's ears, the deafening clap distorting itself into layers upon layers of screams, screaming for help, help, help-- until Kellen realized that it was she screaming, not the voices inside her head.
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