WhiteStar19

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@Apokalipse
Definitely not mine...

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@Apokalipse
In my opinion, he isn't my type... :P xD

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@SouffleGirl123@Apokalipse Remember that they don't have to like each other... xD

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@KahleenCuthald
Let's do a three post rule...

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@smarty0114
Accepted. I put him in the character tab already.

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"In the end, that girl who crushed your heart, or that boy who cheated on you, they're just going to be insignificant chapters in the epic novel that is your life. If thinking about that doesn't cheer you up then I can always point you in the direction of alcohol." - Galahad Cross

General

Name: Galahad Cross
Nick-Names: Gally by very close friends
Fairy Tale Character Base: Merlin
Place of Origin: Born in London but raised in LA
Birth Date: 1/14/1996
Age:19
Gender:Male
Dorm Room Floor:14
Dorm Room Number:1407

Appearance

Appearance-
Galahad is about 6 feet tall, and is rather slim, weighing in at about 150 pounds.

Piercings, Scars or Tattoos:None ?

Relationship

Relationship Status:Single
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Sexually Active:Yes?
Family:N/A
Other:N/A

Background

Personality: Galahad is often times the sidekick. He's a supporter, known for his strong words of wisdom, and being a shoulder to cry on. While most people would much rather be a leader, up and in the spotlight, Galahad finds that he would much rather stand at the side of his friends. This isn't to say that Gally isn't assertive however. When he's working on a project, it's his way or no way at all. He's stubborn in his beliefs and has a strong sense of right and wrong, and a slight tendency to run his mouth when he's annoyed, traits that have resulted in one or two fights with some rather intoxicated individuals.
Skills: Galahad is most well known for his intelligence, as well as his skills with a camera. Being an aspiring filmmaker who grew up in LA gave him a lot of know how with a camera. Also on the creative side, he's a great writer, and always excelled with creative writing. Besides that, he isn't half bad in a fight, though he's no world class boxer, not by a long shot. He's just decent enough that he doesn't have to worry about getting his ass handed to him every time he runs his mouth.
Biography: Galahad Cross found his way into the world late in the evening of January 14th, 1996, in a hospital in London. His parents were Alan and Melissa Cross. Alan was a historian and taught history at Oxford, and his wife Melissa was a painter. Soon after Galahad's birth, his father was offered a job across the pond in the US, at UCLA, a job he would decide to take. And so it was that Galahad Cross found himself in a large house in Beverly Hills, growing up around the children of the rich and famous. Gally was always a decent student. Having a historian for a father was no burden to his studies. However he was always more artistically inclined, much like his mother. When he was 14 he was given his first camera, and he soon found himself making short films on the weekend. When he was looking to go away for college, many figured that he had UCLA locked down, seeing as how his dad had a job there, and Galahad himself was a rather skilled filmmaker. But for Gally, the proximity of the school to his parents was a turn off, and it was this that led him to Midnight Private Academy, where he is now starting his sophomore year of college.
Hobbies: Writing, making short films, reading a decent book, hanging out with friends, and listening to good music. ?
Major:Film
Minor:Creative Writing

The Supernatural

Powers Taken: The ability to magically change the appearance of a person, animal, or object for a given period of time.
Power Weaknesses: Prolonged use results in fatigue, so that this ability may only be used for an hour tops.

Other

Other:
Theme Song:Young God- Halsey

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@KahleenCuthald@BreakingMe@Wicked Axel@Apokalipse@HushedWhispers@smarty0114@BlueStarsFlame@SouffleGirl123@Necromancy

Alright, first IC post is up. There is no need to rush characters or anything like that. This is just to help you guys get a setting feel of what we're going into. The IC post is kinda low key for how I'm probably going to be posting in the future.

At the very least, for the future, the top of the post should have:

[center]
[color=Color That You've Chosen][h3]Who They Are
Where They Are At ~ What Building Or Place They Are At[/h3][/color][/center]

An example is

William Mason Revi
Midnight Private Academy ~ The Fine Arts Building

I would like for you to do that, that way we know where people are. :) Have fun!!

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The shouts of joy as the younger children ran through and kicked up the snow could be heard all around campus, followed by the sounds of car horns, motorcycles vamping, and the bus that many took as they could not get other rides. School was back in at Midnight Private Academy and many of the first to show up were the younger children, the ones in first grade up through eighth grader. The older children, the high schoolers and college students, knew better than to show up this early.

Suitcases could be heard hitting the ground and rolling down the sidewalks. Mainly parents made their way into the dorms, heading to their children's rooms to put away their suitcases as the children themselves rain through the drifting snow. Parents, recognizing each other from the first day, stood inside the door of the dorms, hugging their arms around themselves and talking as they watched their little angels through balls of fluffy iciness against the backs of unsuspecting security guards. Not that the security guards didn't mind.

It came time, after ten to fifteen minutes of watching the children, for the parents to leave. There were not many tearful goodbyes, as they knew that they would see them soon again, in about five months after they got out for summer break. The sound of cars could be heard taking back off down the slick mountain path and the children, now only slightly more tame, watched the line of cars disappear. All was silent in the mountain... for about a minute.

Whoops and hollers could be heard out the windows of another stream of cars making their way up, though these cars were here to stay. Squeals came from the little children as the high schoolers, excited to be seeing their friends again, hopped out of different cars. Girls yelled each others' names, calling greetings across the parking lot, guys sprinted out of their cars and managed to tackle each other across the field of soft snow. On one side of the parking lot that could be seen was one of the younger college students, headphones in, and making her way toward the fine arts building. She rolled her eyes at the other students' craziness, but she didn't mention anything about it to them.

Two guys, one slightly Asian looking and the other very European looking, climbed off the back of a motorcycle, the brown haired brown eyed European gripping his arms tightly. "You just had to choose your motorcycle didn't you," he said, a light British accent flowing out with the words. "You couldn't have been normal like everyone else and chosen a car with heated seats or, you know, actual covering?"

"Chill out, Will," the black haired, dark eyed fellow responded, running a hand through his hair. "You'll be thanking me once I drop you off at the airport for summer vacation." The Londoner, Will, just shook his head and made his way toward the dorms. He smiled at waved at people, before disappearing inside the dorms.

Rai, on the other hand, walked toward some of the football players that were gathering. He didn't smiled, but instead smirked as they called out a greeting to him. The sound of greetings echoed over the snow banks, right as three chimes could be heard. "All students, make your way to the theater. We will have our beginning of semester meeting before you are allowed back to your dorms." The voice over the intercom was an elderly woman's, the Headmistress's, one would think. The elder students letting out a groan, many turned to head into the Fine Arts building. Will came back out of the dorms immediately, following the large crowd, and made his way to a seat. Not far off, the girl with headphones sat, her feet kicked up on the back of a chair. Rai didn't sit too far from Will either, but he was talking with his other football buddies and waiting for the speech to begin.

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@smarty0114
That sounds fine with me, dude.

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@HushedWhispers
Sorry if I'm a little blunt. I'm kinda tired and my teeth are pissing me off...