Bill could not wait to see what the school had in store for him. He grabbed his favorite mop, the ti-9.0, and expertly twirled it in front of him like a propeller. He caught the end of it with his hand, scooped up a bucket of water and bolted off into the halls from his office. As he was running he skidded to a stop. He saw a snake slithering under the door. His eyes lit up in unmatched fury. His knuckles turned white, anger pulsing through his veins. He threw the bucket of water on the flaming snake. He bee lined it to the door, and grabbed the snake. He swung it around and smacked it against the wall. Bill ran to the door leading outside, threw it open, and swung the snake out into the grass. Breathing heavily, he turned toward the student who cause all of this. "Are you trying to get this school into legal trouble young lady?" He screamed, infuriated. His eyes were popping out of his skull, glaring at this girl.
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Name: Bill Nickname: Mr. Clean Age: 20 Gender: Male Crush: His mop Relationship: Married Species: Human Role(student, teacher or staff?): Staff-Janitor Appearance(s):He has black hair, 6 ft, wears a white t-shirt with overalls. Has a delicious mustache Likes/Dislikes: Loves to clean. Germaphobe. Hates dirtiness Personality: He is not in check with the outside world. He is inside his own head most of the time, except for when there are floors to be mopped! History(optional): Schedule(Look above CS for suggestions): Homeroom: Janitorial office, but spends time in the halls looking for a mess to clean!
oops, sorry, didnt know they added that feature. Will do
Name: Bill
Nickname: Mr. Clean
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Crush: His mop
Relationship: Married
Species: Human
Role(student, teacher or staff?): Staff-Janitor
Appearance(s):He has black hair, 6 ft, wears a white t-shirt with overalls. Has a delicious mustache
Likes/Dislikes: Loves to clean. Germaphobe. Hates dirtiness
Personality: He is not in check with the outside world. He is inside his own head most of the time, except for when there are floors to be mopped!
History(optional):
Schedule(Look above CS for suggestions):
Homeroom: Janitorial office, but spends time in the halls looking for a mess to clean!
Name: Jack
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Physical Description: 6ft 2. Lean, wears a Hawaiian shirt and tan shorts.
Inventory(Items,weapons,etc.): A katana with a snake grip handle.
Short biography: He never expected something like this to happen to him. But when it did, he was extremely surprised. He always expected a nuclear war, rather than a zombie outbreak. Jack, although frightened, was eager to begin a journey. He could make a name for himself finally.
Favorite weapon type: Melee weapons, preferably swords.
Skills: Good at hand to hand combat, but better with swords.
How do we have less posts than a power Rangers rp...-___-
Jack pondered in front of the mansion for some time before making the decision to go inside. Why out of all the potatoes was he the one uprooted and cleaned with a biscuit? Jack shrugged and entered mansion. He opened the door that creaked, as he saw a mouse who squeaked. Jack raised an eyebrow at the sight, wondering if he should fly a kite. These rhymes making no sense, Jack decided to go forth hence. He looked around his eyes darting back and forth, then the smell hit him. A delicious meal. He raced to the dinner table, seeing that his plate was there. He frowned looking at the sight before him. It was so horrifying, so despicable that he almost screamed. It wasn't the decor, nor the talking pickle in the corner of the room that seemed to be having a panic attack in the corner. No, it was what was in this bowl. Jack almost retched in disgust. It was a bowl of tomato soup. In a mansion, dinner is a bowl of tomato soup. Jack couldn't imagine why a mansion owner would be serving its guests bowls of tomato soup. They have to be rich! They must of made this at the last second. However, Jack just slumped into the chair, sighing, and drank the soup. Jack almost forgot about the others...His nose perked up, and licked his lips at a new thought.."you know what would go good with this soup....Fox...and...Rabbit...Mmm" He whispered realizing there were others here.
Name: Jack
Age: 16
Race: half dragon.
Appearance:
Class: N/A
Ability: shoots fire out of mouth, can fly. super strong scales. Resistant to corn kernels, and cotton balls.
Bio: Jack started his life as a hybrid, and cannot think of life without it. He was hanging in a cave when he got a mysterious letter...
@Dead Girl Highly disturbing profile pic
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