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So how are you tonight Tsubasa?
Yay! Dhampir guys. =)
I'll make one today or tomorrow.
(Kseniya)
Kseniya felt the jet lag the whole way from the airport to the school, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere fast. The bus that all of the transfers were on bumped along the Montana road quietly until they pulled through the large gates. Most of the students pressed their faces to the windows, speaking in hushed Russian. One of the boys in the plush blue seats in front of her was whimpering about not fitting in with all of the Americans. The young girl reached her hand forward, whispering back to him as she touched his shoulder, "Ty budesh' v poryadke." She told him that he would be fine because well...he would be.
With a little sigh she stood once everything was stopped and grabbed her suitcases from over their heads. All of them stepped off the bus in a bunch, muttering in Russian again. Niya couldn't stand just staying there and she set out towards ...well...one of the buildings. Honestly she was looking for anyone that looked like they were in charge, since all of them had just been given directions to go to the right dorms and to find their rooms. She wanted someone that could tell her where all of the rooms where and when classes started.
That was when she heard and accent that was unmistakable, and from someone she hadn't been with one the trip there. The man was tall and filled out, not a teenager, but he didn't look like someone who would be horrible. In an oddly strong voice she spoke the the Russian man, "Вы говорите по-русски? ... Если это так, вы были бы готовы мне точку в правильном направлении?" Her eyebrows rose, emphasizing her question. It was clear from the look on her face that she was new and that since she still had her bags on her shoulders that she didn't exactly remember which dorms to go to or what to do with herself.
(Trishia)
Unlike the students, most of the teachers had been on the campus either all summer or..well..at least for the past month. That was how long Trishia had been back since visiting her parents at their home in D.C. Some of her purple locks were fluttering around her face as she headed towards the male Moroi dormitories, making her shaking her head to try to get them back into place. Of course on the day that all the students got back she had to go talk to one of the Moroi teachers that was also helping with assignments. The papers in her arms, along with two of the books, were like lead weights in her arms. Of course her arms were thin and long, like most Moroi, and she'd been carrying this stuff for a good ten minutes.
There were people come in off of a bus, maybe the transfer students they'd spoken about at the meetings, and she saw Belikov talking to a few of them before each headed off in their own directions. She gave a wave to Rae, one of the Seniors, along with Anna and Sebastian, before her eyes stopped on the new girl she'd never seen. She grinned even wider before she waved ecstatically. She loved new people.
That was when all of her books and papers flew out of her hands and on to the ground.
With a face flush with blood and a small pout, she bent over and started piling her books back together. It was going to take a while longer than she wanted it to, but she had to get all of the papers so that she could go over them with the language departments head.
Kseniya felt the jet lag the whole way from the airport to the school, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere fast. The bus that all of the transfers were on bumped along the Montana road quietly until they pulled through the large gates. Most of the students pressed their faces to the windows, speaking in hushed Russian. One of the boys in the plush blue seats in front of her was whimpering about not fitting in with all of the Americans. The young girl reached her hand forward, whispering back to him as she touched his shoulder, "Ty budesh' v poryadke." She told him that he would be fine because well...he would be.
With a little sigh she stood once everything was stopped and grabbed her suitcases from over their heads. All of them stepped off the bus in a bunch, muttering in Russian again. Niya couldn't stand just staying there and she set out towards ...well...one of the buildings. Honestly she was looking for anyone that looked like they were in charge, since all of them had just been given directions to go to the right dorms and to find their rooms. She wanted someone that could tell her where all of the rooms where and when classes started.
That was when she heard and accent that was unmistakable, and from someone she hadn't been with one the trip there. The man was tall and filled out, not a teenager, but he didn't look like someone who would be horrible. In an oddly strong voice she spoke the the Russian man, "Вы говорите по-русски? ... Если это так, вы были бы готовы мне точку в правильном направлении?" Her eyebrows rose, emphasizing her question. It was clear from the look on her face that she was new and that since she still had her bags on her shoulders that she didn't exactly remember which dorms to go to or what to do with herself.
(Trishia)
Unlike the students, most of the teachers had been on the campus either all summer or..well..at least for the past month. That was how long Trishia had been back since visiting her parents at their home in D.C. Some of her purple locks were fluttering around her face as she headed towards the male Moroi dormitories, making her shaking her head to try to get them back into place. Of course on the day that all the students got back she had to go talk to one of the Moroi teachers that was also helping with assignments. The papers in her arms, along with two of the books, were like lead weights in her arms. Of course her arms were thin and long, like most Moroi, and she'd been carrying this stuff for a good ten minutes.
There were people come in off of a bus, maybe the transfer students they'd spoken about at the meetings, and she saw Belikov talking to a few of them before each headed off in their own directions. She gave a wave to Rae, one of the Seniors, along with Anna and Sebastian, before her eyes stopped on the new girl she'd never seen. She grinned even wider before she waved ecstatically. She loved new people.
That was when all of her books and papers flew out of her hands and on to the ground.
With a face flush with blood and a small pout, she bent over and started piling her books back together. It was going to take a while longer than she wanted it to, but she had to get all of the papers so that she could go over them with the language departments head.
Whoop! I'll go post then!
Zane620 said
.As they walked he saw her put an arm over his shoulder followed by saying she hopes he drops a building on his head, which made him stop and raise her arm and looked at it then shook his head. "Too weak to lift a building, need much more muscles, not even squad Eleven can do that.... well maybe that Shiro guy. You however out of the question." Ryutaro then continued walking along until he was outside and started shunpoing towards the forest.
She gave a little frown as he pulled her arm off of his shoulders, though it came across as a grimace. "Aww....I could do it...if I tried...really really hard." She pinched her arms, the taunt but slim muscles twitching under her fingers. "I'm not out of the running yet." She started to shunpoe after him, following his trail. Her Zanpakuto hummed against her leg, bumping and jingling softly. She caught up to him after a moment and curled her toes in her sandals before the came to stand in front of the buildings. She thought the one to their right looked the most promising for staying up while they trained.
Name: Kseniya Zyomin
Gender: Femal
Race: Dhampir
Age: Sixteen
Ward: (This can come later... it will be the Moroi your Dhampir is assigned to guard during the school year.)
Description:
Personality: Having been raised in Russia, near quite a few large groups of Strigori, she takes her duty to everyone rather hard. Most of the time she is the person in her group of friends who asks the questions of whether or not something is safe or if whatever is happening is going to kill them. This isn't to say she can't have fun, she loves risk, she just wouldn't want anyone to risk their lives for it. In school she is one of the hard hitters, usually never cracking a smile during practice.
Background: Kseniya was born in one of the main hospitals in St. Petersburg before she was transfered to one of the schools in Siberia. The school catered to most orphans from the Siberian dhampir communes, along with some of the children from the larger cities of Russia. Honestly her brining up was just the same as all of the other ones, day in and day out training, scheduled meals...the same old same old until the school got over crowded. That was when they started to ship people out. They started with the seniors, figuring that as they started graduating they could use some training by other guardians. This trend kept happening until they started moving down grades. The top students were taken from the school and moved to the Americas. Since there was such a high number of royals in the Americas, rather than in the homeland, it made sense that more students would be put into the American schools to graduate with the royals. Though it was her duty, Niya still felt nervous for months about being sent over as her sophomore year started. When day one came for the new school year, they gathered Niya and twenty of her fellow students, the top twenty, and sent them to a place called "Montana". The school didn't look much different from the one they'd all left, but the language sounded strange to their ears. Each day brought new challenges for the students, though having Russian taught to most students there did help them understand each other better. Most of the transferred students had been taught English in class anyway. Now the young guardian practices everyday with the new people she's met, and she is starting to climb the ranks.
Name: Trishia Matila
Gender: Female
Race: Moroi
Age: 24
Guardian:
Element: Fire
Unique Abilities: She can create a blue flame with a large amount of magic, burning hotter than what most fire users are capable of.
Description:
Personality: Trisha has a much more bubbly spirit than most of her fellow teachers, following what her heart says more than what her head says. Often times she is talking to someone or doing something with her elements, always in motion. The only time she really slows down is when she becomes depressed, locking herself away in her room for only a few hours before becoming her bubbly self again.
Background: Unlike the royals she'd gone to school with, who had their own private homes somewhere far away, she'd been raised in Washington D.C. Being around humans had been normal for her, and so when she'd started going to school it had been so odd to be around her own kind. Feedings had been normal and could happen during the school day at normal lunch times. She didn't have to hide her fangs behind a strange smile or rub her stomach to quiet it when she started to smell the blood of humans. It had been nice. She'd decided her junior year of high school that she'd stay at the school. The only time she left was when she went to college to get her teaching degree in Russian. Her return had been a quiet affair, but she'd been happy to come back into the folds of the school. She's been teaching for about three years now, and hasn't had many complains.
Gender: Femal
Race: Dhampir
Age: Sixteen
Ward: (This can come later... it will be the Moroi your Dhampir is assigned to guard during the school year.)
Description:
Personality: Having been raised in Russia, near quite a few large groups of Strigori, she takes her duty to everyone rather hard. Most of the time she is the person in her group of friends who asks the questions of whether or not something is safe or if whatever is happening is going to kill them. This isn't to say she can't have fun, she loves risk, she just wouldn't want anyone to risk their lives for it. In school she is one of the hard hitters, usually never cracking a smile during practice.
Background: Kseniya was born in one of the main hospitals in St. Petersburg before she was transfered to one of the schools in Siberia. The school catered to most orphans from the Siberian dhampir communes, along with some of the children from the larger cities of Russia. Honestly her brining up was just the same as all of the other ones, day in and day out training, scheduled meals...the same old same old until the school got over crowded. That was when they started to ship people out. They started with the seniors, figuring that as they started graduating they could use some training by other guardians. This trend kept happening until they started moving down grades. The top students were taken from the school and moved to the Americas. Since there was such a high number of royals in the Americas, rather than in the homeland, it made sense that more students would be put into the American schools to graduate with the royals. Though it was her duty, Niya still felt nervous for months about being sent over as her sophomore year started. When day one came for the new school year, they gathered Niya and twenty of her fellow students, the top twenty, and sent them to a place called "Montana". The school didn't look much different from the one they'd all left, but the language sounded strange to their ears. Each day brought new challenges for the students, though having Russian taught to most students there did help them understand each other better. Most of the transferred students had been taught English in class anyway. Now the young guardian practices everyday with the new people she's met, and she is starting to climb the ranks.
Name: Trishia Matila
Gender: Female
Race: Moroi
Age: 24
Guardian:
Element: Fire
Unique Abilities: She can create a blue flame with a large amount of magic, burning hotter than what most fire users are capable of.
Description:
Personality: Trisha has a much more bubbly spirit than most of her fellow teachers, following what her heart says more than what her head says. Often times she is talking to someone or doing something with her elements, always in motion. The only time she really slows down is when she becomes depressed, locking herself away in her room for only a few hours before becoming her bubbly self again.
Background: Unlike the royals she'd gone to school with, who had their own private homes somewhere far away, she'd been raised in Washington D.C. Being around humans had been normal for her, and so when she'd started going to school it had been so odd to be around her own kind. Feedings had been normal and could happen during the school day at normal lunch times. She didn't have to hide her fangs behind a strange smile or rub her stomach to quiet it when she started to smell the blood of humans. It had been nice. She'd decided her junior year of high school that she'd stay at the school. The only time she left was when she went to college to get her teaching degree in Russian. Her return had been a quiet affair, but she'd been happy to come back into the folds of the school. She's been teaching for about three years now, and hasn't had many complains.
I....totally read that...>.> I swear...though it was this morning right when I was waking up so...blah....Thank you for pointing it out though tsubasa....T-T
I could make a teacher? ^-^ For the Moroi, a Russian and Elemental teacher maybe. ^-^
I'll join as well, long time VA fan here. ^-^ And I liked most of the character choices for the movie but...eh...I thought of Rose and Dimitri ....and Christian in a different way.
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