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5,400 | 146 | 56 | 2,464 | 166 | Jamie Wolfe
Location: Red Cabin to the Welcome Campfire
Interacting With: Alec , Emily , and Stacey
Music could dully be heard from one of the shower stalls in the Red cabin. Jamie had plugged his phone into a speaker he had brought and was playing songs from his phone. The room was steamy from the hot water being sprayed from the shower head and James stood in the middle of it all. Water cascaded of his body as he leaned against a wall and half-heartedly scrubbed himself. The young man was deep in thought as the app Pandora blasted songs to help him escape from reality. What James was doing couldn't really be considered thinking, his mind was more of a torrent of thoughts and images. There was no order, just bundles of memories and emotions. His ex, school, his future, and what the summer would hold all weighed heavily on his mind.
Decided he had spent enough time doing nothing, Jamie shut off his shower and dried off, not forgetting to shut off the music. Wolfe dressed himself in a black tank top, dark grey joggers, and since his hair was wet from the shower he hid it under a backwards SnapBack. Before leaving he reached into one of his bags and retrieved a bottle of alcohol, he opened it and took a few swigs. After securing the cap to the bottle he returned it to his bag and sauntered out of the cabin.
Honestly, Jamie had no idea where he was going but since it was getting dark he walked towards where the bright light of a fire seemed to be emanating from. He was surprised by how well they put the bonfire together. There was food, music, and of course, the fire. There was already a few kids there already and there was a limited amount of logs to sit on so James was glad he showed up when he did. He decided to take a seat next to a group of three. One guy had a bag of chips and was talking to a blond girl while his team leader watched. "Do you guys mind if I sit here?" James asked. "I'm new if you can't tell," he said light-heartedly. | Jamie Wolfe
“Most people have never learned that one of the main aims in life is to enjoy it.”
-Samuel ButlerT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jamie Mitchel Wolfe
|Nickname|
James.
Jamie was bullied as a kid because of his "girly" name so ever since the first grade he insisted on being called James. The only people that call him Jamie now are his parents and close friends.
|Birth Date|
January 19, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Hell yeah
|Relationship Status|
Single, but recently got out of a relationship.
|Role|
Member of the Red Team
|Team Color|
Red, bitchA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
James stands at a solid 6'1" with an average build and weighs around 185 pounds. He has enough muscle to look solid but not enough to make him look like he goes to the gym every day. His hair is crazy most of the time, honestly. He dyed the top of it blond but the rest is a dark brown color.
James wishes he had more interesting eyes but he's stuck with chocolate brown eyes. Each earlobe of his is pierced which makes some people deem him as a "pretty boy." James has various tattoos on his body, including one on his chest and a half sleeve on his left arm.
|Clothing Style|
James doesn't wear anything too fancy. He usually sports graphic tee shirts or tank tops. He'll either wear shorts, sweatpants, or joggers depending on the weather. For shoes he'll either wear vans or running shoes. For hats Jamie wears snapbacks. He only wears them backward because it keeps his crazy ass hair contained.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Music
✔ Relaxing
✔ The outdoors
✔ Parties
✔ Playing the ukulele
✔ Singing
✔ Flirting and joking
✘ Boring people
✘ People with no confidence
✘ People who can't be just themselves
✘ Cherries (long story)
✘ Giraffes (long story also)
✘ Annoying people
✘ People who think they're the shit
|Hobbies|
- Writing music and singing
- Playing his ukulele
- Boxing (6 years of experience)
|Habits|
- Smoking weed, he accasionally enjoys getting baked and relaxing with friends and enjoying life
- Biting his cheek when deep in thought
- Drinking, he knows his limit but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy it
|Fears|
☠ Giraffes
☠ Dentists
☠ NeedlesD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confident ♦ Smooth ♦ Care-Free ♦ Funny ♦
Everything about James could be defined as "smooth." The way he moves and talks seems so effortless, like he knows exactly what he's doing. He definitely seems confident, he stands up straight, tall, and with his chin up. He doesn't stutter or hesitate when he chooses to speak. The more you get to know him the more you will realize that he just wants to enjoy life, and tends to be care-free. Jamie tends to be comedic without trying, he tends to do a lot of things without trying actually. He enjoys making people smile or laugh, bringing people happiness makes him happy. He tends to surprise people seeing as he's part of Team Red but doesn't seem to have a temper. This is incorrect though, he may seem like he never loses his cool but everyone has a tipping point. He can get easily annoyed by people, especially when they do stupid things. One of his biggest pet peeves is when people think they're the shit and that they should rule the world or something. How about being modest for once? God knows James has made mistakes before and has his fair share of issues. For one James doesn't do well with being told what to do. It's human nature really, human's dislike being controlled like animals. Jamie also has a stubborn nature to him, once he's made up his mind he'll stick with it, maybe even if he realizes that he's wrong. Although James is notorious for being great with girls he's actually the jealous type, which doesn't fit his character at all but it's true. His last girlfriend broke up with him because of a complication with another guy. James and that guy happened to get in a fight the week after his break up with his girlfriend. Jamie accepts his flaws, because obviously, no one is perfect.
|Place of Origin|
Irvine, California
|History|
Jamie Mitchel Wolfe, born under Michael and Rachel Wolfe was raised in the city of Irvine, California. Growing up as an only child in a upper-class family was quite nice to be honest. Money was never a problem and he got more than enough family time without any siblings hanging around all the time. Yes, he was able to get anything he wanted as a kid, but he was never a snob about it and was actually grateful for his parents' handwork that granted him so much financial freedom.
High school was when James created his identity and really learned what kind of person he was. Before high school he was tho ashy little kid who didn't mean much to anyone really. Then, he realized that he didn't give a fuck what people thought of him and instead just wanted to enjoy life. He gradually started to come out of his shell and talk to people. By Jamie's junior year he had a completely new personality, the one he has to this day. James figured, he only had one life so he might as well live it, right? Plus, parties and girls were a lot funner than being alone at home studying for school. This summer is his final summer of high school so he figured he might as well go out with a bang. This is his first year going to Camp Liberty. He's internally anxious about being the new guy but he's just there to have a good time and he really doesn't need anyone to do that.
|Extra|
- He likes going to the beach in the summer
- James is left handed
- James wears contacts but has glasses just in case
- James has been taking boxing classes since he was 12
|Theme Song|
Show Me a Good Time - Drake
”I live for the nights that I can’t remember, with the people that I won’t forget” |
5,401 | 146 | 57 | 1,044 | 4,429 | Bonfire
Interacting With: | Leah Willoughby- | Emily Johnson- | Alec Nichols- | Jaime Wolf-Stacey's eyes saw Christian and Leah in the distance, making their way over towards her. She raised her hand up and waved just in case they couldn't see her through the flames. As they neared towards her, they tripped and Leah landed on top of Chris. Of course, being the Stacey that she is, she chuckled then called out. "Not where everyone can see! Get a room!" She chuckled again then eyed them as they collected themselves and made their way over towards her.
"I didn't see a thing." She bit her bottom lip with a wink towards Christian. "Hey, Leah, I am so sorry. Are you alright?" He asked a bit frantically. Hearing Alec's remark, he scowled over towards him. "At least she's getting some action around here unlike you." Christian snapped back while turning to Leah with a smile. "I'm going to get some food. Want anything?" Christian asked towards Leah, waiting to hear a response.
Their eyes trailed over towards a newcomer by the name of Emily as Stacey spoke. "Hey there, Emily. Welcome to Camp Liberty!" She said with a beaming smile. "So, what team are you on? Please say red." She giggled a bit before looking at Alec as he spoke her name. "Alec." She spoke his name with complete disgust then rolled his eyes while standing before Jaime with a smile. "Of course you can sit here, teammate." She smiled while patting him on the back. "Has anybody seen Sebastian?"
"You rang?" Sebastian sneaked up behind everyone and laughed while sitting next to Emily. "And who is this fair haired beauty?" He extended his hand out towards her with a soft smile. "I'm Sebastian and you are?" Being his usual goofy self for when she was going to reach for his hand, he'll pull it away from her and speak. "Psych!"
Sebastian would then laugh before dispersing from the group and going over to fix him a plate. | “You only live once but if you do it right then once is enough.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Stacey Christina Hampton.
|Nickname|
The only nickname that Stacey prefers to be called is Stace as she'll only accept this if she knows you well enough. If she doesn't then she prefers it if you call her Stacey and nothing else.
|Birth Date|
November 11, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual. She falls for people that has intelligence and a personality.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Team Leader.
|Team Color|
RedA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Stacey has mocha colored skin that definitely gleams brightly in the right amount of lighting. She has ravened colored hair that is sometimes straightened and it went past to the middle of her back until she cut it and curled it to ruffle just above her shoulders. Stacey eyes are a chestnut brown color but in certain amount of lighting, her eyes will take upon a chocolate color. She stands about five foot six and weighs one hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite, hourglass frame and she likes to show it off every single chance she gets.
|Clothing Style|
Stacey packed an array of t-shirts and dress shirts for the summer. She has nothing but short shorts and short skirts packed, as well. Stacey has about three pairs of tennis shoes and the rest of her shoes are flats or sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Stacey has her two earlobes pierced, just like any other girl would. She also has both of her ears industrial pierced at the top. She has her belly button pierced as well and keeps a globe ring tucked there. She has a tattoo of a butterfly just well above her ass and she even has a tattoo of a heart with horns on her right ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Summer
✔Romantic Novels & Films
✔Fanfics
✔Smiling & Laughing
✔Coffee – With friends
✔Reality TV
✔Meaningful & Intelligent Conversations
✘Watching Horror movies alone
✘Petty arguments
✘Drama
✘Body Odor
✘Bugs
✘Dumbasses
✘People living for nothing
|Hobbies|
Photography & Scrap Booking
Binge watching Netflix
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Bites her nails or bottom lip when she nervous
Stammers a lot before telling a lie
Cracks her knuckles
|Fears|
☠Deep Water
☠Commitment
☠Snakes & SpidersD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Loyal ♦ Opinionated ♦ Adaptable ♦ Domineering♦
If you were ask around about Stacey, most people would definitely bring up that she is very loyal especially to her friends. She is also loyal to her team as she is the team leader this year and couldn’t be happier with her position. Stacey has a very opinionated mindset about certain things. She is definitely not afraid to speak her mind on any subject especially if she feels that something isn’t right. She always stands her ground and backs up anyone she feels is right. She can also adapt herself to almost any situation and environment as she has done it countless of times. Actually, coming to Camp Liberty has taught her how to do so. Overall, if you’re looking for a friend that will always have your back, Stacey is definitely the one you can count on for that.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California.
|History|
Stacey grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. Whatever she wanted was basically dropped at her feet within minutes. She liked growing up rich and having everything she wanted despite what others might think of her. She wasn’t raised to be stuck up like also all of Beverly Hills is so she made friends with everyone in the neighborhood – Even the poorer people. She didn’t care and found out that the poorer people were the best people to hang around so she did for quite some time. Soon, she parted ways with them due to a wrong place, at the wrong time incident that her mother and father didn’t hear about until a week later.
She found other ways to make herself have fun as she asked her parents to sign her up for singing and dancing lessons, which they did and even paid for a full time advancement without her knowing. Her parents even signed her up for Beverly Hills High Magnet School for the Performing Arts. She excelled in her level of expertise and quickly got noticed by her peers, most who absolutely hated her.
Stacey’s parents sent her to summer camp at the age of thirteen to see if she’d have better luck at making friends and she sure did but of course, she’d make some enemies as well. She loved being at camp and even asked her parents if she could return there the following years. They accepted and she is now eighteen and red’s team captain. She’s been on team blue and green in the past but been a part of team red since she was sixteen.
She loves being at camp more than she loves being at home or in school and hopes that this summer has been like the others in the past – Fun and full of life. Hopefully, no drama will surround her this year though.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about Summer is just being able to hang out with friends and family all day and sometimes all night.
|Theme Song|
My Prerogative – Britney Spears
”Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why won’t they just let me live
I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.”
“I came, I saw, I am a conqueror.”
-ChristianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Christian Kenneth Burns.
|Nickname|
Christian likes to be called Chris and will sometimes introduce himself, as such. He also likes to be called Kenny, too but only if you know of his middle name.
|Birth Date|
July 4th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual though leans towards females more than males.
|Sexually Active|
Most definitely.
|Relationship Status|
Single. But definitely looking to mingle.
|Role|
Member of Team Green.
|Team Color|
Green.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Being born to an African-American mother and a Caucasian father, Christian’s skin complexion compliments that trait entirely. His skin is light, taking on a very light brown color of sorts. Chris stands about six foot one and weighs one hundred and forty-five pounds of nothing but muscle. He has very hazel like eyes with a bit of golden tint to them, too. Chris likes to keep his hair trimmed or brushed to perfection and it’s very curly, at times. His hair is also black.
|Clothing Style|
Christian doesn’t really have a certain clothing style as whatever he wears, he thinks he looks good in. But he usually wears collared and buttoned up, short sleeved shirts along with a pair of cargo short either Khaki or blue to match. He has an array of Vans packed along with sandals and his Moccasins.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chris doesn’t have any scars or piercings though he has one tattoo that is located on his upper back region that reads “Only God Can Judge Me”.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flirting
✔Food
✔Great Sex
✔Musicals
✔Singing & Dancing
✔Gymnastics
✘Arguing.
✘Liars.
✘Being Judged.
✘Hypocrites.
✘Bad sex
✘Plain Ice Cream
|Hobbies|
Photography
Gymnastics
Working Out
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they say a word wrong
Only likes to walk on the right side of someone
Always knows what direction he is travelling in
Is a fidgeted person
|Fears|
☠Dying young & Death in general
☠Not achieving his dreams
☠Catching a disease or HIVD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bold ♦ Distant ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Flirtatious ♦
When one first looks at Chris, they think that he is someone you can easily pushover but he is the complete opposite. He is very bold and will stand his ground against anyone, no matter who you are. Chris doesn’t like it when people bully others so he’ll definitely step in and defend anyone without thinking about the consequences first. Even though he has such a bolding personality on one side, he can also be very distant especially if you said something wrong towards him. He doesn’t really like to talk out his problems with other people but instead writes them out in a journal. He hates being distant and times but most people don’t even know that he is distant, considering his other personality traits. If there was a trophy to hand out for being the biggest flirt then Chris would definitely get that honor as he’s been flirting ever since he was in diapers. Chris loves flirting with guys and girls as it’s the possibility and adrenaline aspect of it that makes him want to do it more. Plus, he is a terrific person to cuddle with.
|Place of Origin|
Huntsville, AL then moved to San Diego, CA.
|History|
Growing up as a mixed baby in the state of Alabama isn’t such an easy but Christian’s parents maintain until they had enough and shipped off to California – San Diego, to be exact. There, no one judged them of their interracial relationship or mixed baby as they honestly didn’t give a fuck since the only thing they cared about was the beach. Of course, the cost of living is a bit high in California so they definitely had to learn how to adapt up there. His father got a job at a local law firm and that brought in tremendous success in the family. Christian’s mother stayed at home with him and took him to school, choir practice and even community theater practice.
Growing up, Christian has learned to face the toughest challenges head on, no matter who or what stands in your way. Stand up for what you believe in and do not let anyone tell you something different or otherwise.
Christian is new to Camp Liberty as he was sort of hesitant to start there at an early age due to his past experiences. He’s knows that he is going in amongst a load of friends but is ready for whatever challenge they throw at him. Christian just hopes that there are some fine girls and even guys there that he can flirt with..
|Extra|
I also love the cookouts that we have every single summer that brings the family together.
|Theme Song|
Never Say Never – The Fray
”Somethings we don’t talk about
Better do without
Just hold a smile.”
“Dancing is something that I love to do.”
-SebastianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sebastian Gabriel Luis Reyes.
|Nickname|
Sebastian doesn’t really like shortening his name because he feels that people only gives you a nickname for when they forget your real name. So no nicknames for Sebastian here and don’t even try or he’ll definitely want talk to you.
|Birth Date|
December 25th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Pansexual. Sebastian doesn’t see gender as he only likes a person for being who they truly are.
|Sexually Active|
No. Waiting for the right person to come along.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Member of Team Purple.
|Team Color|
Purple.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
At first glance people, most people confused Sebastian’s nationality as him being Chinese or Japanese but despite the racism, he is in fact mixed with Korean and Puerto Rican-American. His skin complexion has much more of a tan complex to it than anything else. He is very athletically built due to dancing and eating healthy – Even from running the Californian beaches and part time modeling. Sebastian has jet black hair that he usually has combed back and parted on the side. His honey brown eyes compliment his tan features really well. Sebastian stands about six foot flat and weighs one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
|Clothing Style|
Sebastian has a very casual clothing style as he wears nothing but t-shirts that are very colorful and has graphics on them. He wears nothing but jeans and graced upon his feet are a pair of Sperry’s.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Goofing off
✔Dancing
✔Modeling
✔Junk food
✔Making YouTube videos
✔Seeing people learn
✔Teaching people new things
✘Love at first sight
✘Romantic Comedies
✘Doing nothing
✘Licorice
✘Being sick
✘Bland colors
|Hobbies|
Social Media freak – Has a Twitter, Instagram & YouTube account
Being active
Dancing
Video games
|Habits|
Cannot sit down for a long period of time as he has to do something
Dances when he is extremely stressed
Must have a bottle of water before going to bed
Drums his fingers on a hard surface whenever he is bored
|Fears|
☠Any type of abuse
Losing someone close to him
Breaking a legD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Energetic ♦ Reserved ♦ Helpful ♦ Bold ♦
Despite growing up in a very strict household, of sorts, Sebastian didn’t let that stop him from finding himself and being his own person. Not that he was defiant against his parents or anything but he was a bit rebellious as he felt that their rules were only guidelines but they were not going to hold him back. Sebastian is a very energetic person as he cannot be sitting down for a long enough time without doing something. If he is sitting and not doing anything, he becomes much fidgeted and will drive others crazy, sometimes. Even though Sebastian is always on the go and energetic, he is very much reserved and to himself most of the time. He keeps to himself so much that no one knows who he truly is. Overall, Sebastian is very bubbly and charismatic and is willing to help out anyone that truly needs it.
|Place of Origin|
Seoul, Korea then moved to Hollywood, California.
|History|
Growing up in the fast pace city of Seoul, which is also the capital of Korea, his family is no stranger to tremendous success financially. His father was the proud governor of the city and his mother a lawyer for one of the biggest law firms there. While they both were out and about doing their jobs, he was kept by his grandparents who helped learn a lot of things about himself through older stories they’d always tell him.
Throughout the years, Sebastian came to love where he came from and having two parents of different nationalities. He doesn’t let anyone cause harm to them because of their beliefs and definitely does not take kindly to racial slurs. Sebastian told his parents that he’s going to the states to attend Camp Liberty, a place where he’s been going since the age of sixteen. His parents approved and even let him travel alone though gave him enough money to reach his destination and return home safely.
Upon returning home, he rambled about the camp and soon, his parents packed up everything and moved to the city of Hollywood. While there, his mother was able to sign with a local firm due to her experience and his father became the governor for the whole state of California. Sebastian loves the Californian lifestyle and wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. There he was noticed for his unique style of dance and amazing physique that he was a part time model for GQ, as well. He’s been attending Camp Liberty for two years now and hopes that this year will be another learning experience just like the previous years was.
|Extra|
Sebastian has a trust fund that is close to $1 million dollars. He comes from a wealthy family and doesn’t even act like it. I just love everything about Summer.
|Theme Song|
Pompeii – Bastille
”I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show” |
5,402 | 146 | 58 | 909 | 1,240 | Location: Camp Fire
Interacting With: Christian Burns, Stacey Hampton, Sebastian Reyes , Alec Nichols , Jamie Wolfe , Emily Johnson, Low G
Leah heard Stacey's remark about getting a room, and her cheeks flushed hot pink. Biting her lip, Leah felt a bit flustered. God, why did Stace have to be so embarrassing at times? As she and Chris managed to get up, from the ground-Leah heard Alec. With a sigh, she just shook her head at him "Really? That's really immature Alec...." she frowned at him slightly. They weren't really close friends, but Leah did know him, but his immaturity at times, got on her nerves. Hearing Christian, she just smiled softly at him and she nodded. "I am good, I think. No broken bones." She joked with a slight giggle..."I am sorry, I had a bit of clumsy moment. Sure...a Burger and a drink would be great. Thanks." Leah told him softly, smiling. A soft blush was forming on her cheeks. It was sweet of him to offer to get her some food. She brushed the leaves and dirt from her jeans, and plucked out a few leaves from her hair as well.
Walking over to the Logs, saving a spot for Christian, she was going to answer Stacey's question about Sebastian. But he had sneaked up behind her, which caused her to giggle. She shook her head smiling "Did you read Stacey's mind or something?" she teased, before she leaned over to Stacey whispering "Did, you really have to send that text?" she muttered, softly so only Stacey could hear. Gosh, she hoped she wouldn't embarrass herself a lot more, than she already did in the last few moments.
Leah then smiled over towards the new girl Emily and Jamie who had joined everyone so far by the logs, overhearing the new girls name. "Welcome to the Camp, I am Leah." she also gave her an apologetic look for earlier, since Emily had to step over her and Christian a few moments ago. She then glanced over at Jamie with a soft smile "Hey, how's your first day going so far? she asked him softly. Leah had met him during registration; she had been meaning to catch up with him slightly and see how he was coping with being new around here, but she hadn't really gotten to it until now.
As she glanced at her phone, she noticed a text from Low. She rose a slight eyebrow at the emicon, but just smile. Low and her strange texts. At least, it meant that she was. She hoped that Elowen, was alright. The girl was somewhat troubled, although Leah didn't fully know the extent of her issues....just some basics. But the two girls did get on, rather well. Leah started to text her back.
To: Low G
From: Leah
'Hey, Low. I am sorry for the late text....I am glad to see you're back. Are you coming to the Camp Fire? I hope you're doing okay.'
After sending her friend a text, Leah set her phone back in her pocket and she breathed in the fresh air around them. The smell of the camp fire, made her smile as it brought back a lot of memories over the last 6 years. | “Cold Air, Dark Night, Warm Fire, Bright Stars.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Leah Anna "Annie" Willoughby
|Nickname|
Lea or Annie. Leah doesn't like the sound of the name 'Leah' so she prefers her name without a H, or being called by her middle name.
|Birth Date|
16th July 1997
|Age|
18 Years Old
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Straight
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Complicated-She has a boyfriend back at home, but they're relationship is unstable and falling apart. She might have a crush on someone at Camp Liberty.
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leah is of a slim build standing at 5'9ft tall. Lea is rather Athletic, due to swimming, and other physical activities around the Camp/In general. Her deep brown eyes, and light brown hair with occasional blonde highlights accent her lightly tanned skin perfectly. She usually wears her hair up, on occasion leaving it loose and curls depending on what day activities are planned ahead. Leah has always been known as 'the pretty one' in school, among her friends and some people in Team Blue, would still refer to her as being the beauty queen. She has a few birthmarks on the back of her neck, very faint and usually covered up her locks if she her hair loose.
|Clothing Style|
Leah has a variety of tank/tee-shirts packed, she also has a variety of jeans and shorts. A few pair of jumpers in case it gets bit colder. Leah wears sport shoes *has 4 pair packed*, and one pair of flip-flops/sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has a scar on the side of her neck, and on one of her wrists from a camping incident when she was younger. Like any girl, she has her ears pierced and wears a belly button ring. She has a Latin Symbol of her name, tattooed on her left ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Camp Fires
✔ Thriller/Comedy/Romance Movies
✔ Swimming
✔ Hiking
✔ Summer/Autumn
✔ Ice Coffee or Ice-Cream
✔ Reading
✘ Spiders/Mosquitoes
✘ Her team losing challenges
✘ Exams at school
✘ Her parent's messy divorce
✘ Some members from Team Red/Gray
✘ Storms
✘ Rain
|Hobbies|
Dancing
Exploring the wild e.g. caves, woods etc.
Writing in her journal
Martial Arts
Listening to music
|Habits|
She nods whilst humming
Hair flip
Scoffing if she's annoyed with someone
Squinting of eyes
|Fears|
☠ Ending up like her parents
☠ Snakes
☠ Cliff-diving
☠ Natural disasters-tornado, avalanches etc. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Competitive ♦ Smart ♦ Sensitive ♦ Bit Bitchy at times ♦
Just like most of the Royal Blues; Leah is known to be competitive and strives to help keeping her Team up on top. She just like the rest of the team, hate loosing. Due to her intellect; Leah always tries to think of ideas that will help her Team achieve greatness. Leah almost ended up being Team Captain a few times, but rejected the offer; as she much rather help the Team win, not lead. Her competitive streak can definitely be seen as arrogance/stubbornness at times.
Leah is one of the nice 'people' from Team Blue; do not mistake her team and occasional bitchiness for being a 'mean Queen Bee', because she isn't. Lea, is known to be rather sensitive at times, due to her parent's relationship...even her own troubles/heart-ache has made her withdrawn at times and a bit shyer than she usually is. Especially when it comes to meeting new people. Leah feels more at ease around the people she knows and is friends with. She doesn't open up easily, in fear that someone would hurt her again.
Lea doesn't get angry a lot; but if someone bugs her/or brings out an emotional response she will not hesitate to snap back and be bitchy, but that doesn't happen that often, despite some dislike being certain members of the other Teams.
|Place of Origin|
Leah was born in Surrey, England. But has lived in California since she was 8 years old.
|History|
Being born in England; The Willoughby have a strong and slightly posh English accent. Leah is the youngest of 3 children, her older brothers aged 23 and 20. Her parents are rather rich, posh and intelligent people. Leah spent her early years living in England. When she turned 8, her father got a promotion with his business company and they all moved to California for a bigger and better life. It's been 10 years since and she is loving the high life, the parties. Living in American has always been her dream since she could remember. It gave her more opportunities for adventure and a different life-it wasn't long before she fit in and made lots of friends at school.
Her family went camping for a few years since she was 5 years old; when she turned 11 years old she found out about Camp Liberty and signed up. It's been 7 years since she first went to Camp Liberty and she still loves it there; the scenery, the friend's she made etc. It's like a new home/new family to her in a sense. She always went there to relax and forget the stress of school. But the last year and half has been different for Leah; her parents split up and are going through a rather messy divorce. Her mum moved back to Surrey in England...whilst she lives with her father in California. They don't see eye to eye, like they once used to so she prefers to spend her days with a friend...or at her brother's house.
Even though Leah has a boyfriend in California, her high school sweet-heart so to speak; they have been having troubles. They argue and Leah is broken about his lies, and doesn't know yet that he's cheating on her. They do not speak, the relationship is pretty much over but they hadn't had the 'talk' just yet, with Leah away at Camp Liberty, trying to forget all of her issues and troubles of the year.
Leah just wants to get away; enjoy the Summer and have fun with her friends and camp mates. Who knows...this year at Camp Liberty might just be, what she needs to forget her troubles and move on.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about summer; is eating Fish and Chips by the sea and looking for pretty stones, seashells.
|Theme Song|
The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy
”We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on
Put on your War Paint” |
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Event List
Day #01: March 17th, 1899
♦ Intro.
♦ Opening Ceremony. | Character List10/12 Students Slots
♦ Seyrun Riviathan.
♦ Tilia Fitzregald.
♦ Maya Enilsdottir.
♦ Riley Rodgers.
♦ Sarah Finnigan.
♦ Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Sina Segert.
♦ Blake Eights.
♦ Ramona Herrman.
♦ Lyn Harris.
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Staff & Others
♦ The Boss.
♦ Hildr Reinhardt.
Room Arrangements
♦ Room 01: Seyrun Riviathan & Ramona Herrman.
♦ Room 02: Tilia Fitzregald & Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Room 03: Sarah Finnigan & Riley Rodgers.
♦ Room 04: Maya Enilsdottir & Sina Segert.
♦ Room 05: Blake Eights & Student President Rufie and Mistress Trash Can.
♦ Room 06: Lyn Harris |
5,404 | 147 | 1 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Courtyard, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
I always did dislike the southern weather.
The hot, tepid Mediterranean winds congealing with those in the Alps could be unbearable in the summer. It almost made her regret making no complaint to her father about returning to Saint Hirst’s – but there was still knowledge to be gained and political observations to make. Espenova was neither the pinnacle of society or the center of western politics, after all. The fact that in thirty minutes she would have to listen to another dreadful opening ceremony did displease her greatly, especially considering the fact it was a monotonous dredge that had no information of worth. Nadalena had no interest in the posturing of others, especially when the posturing was an unneeded superfluousness. Alas such things were necessary to keep up appearances and she had no intention to be disciplined for an absence just because she valued none of it; it was not difficult to simply smile and nod.
But she still had twenty or so minutes to sit outside and do whatever she wished until the ceremony started, a fact she was aware of as she kept the pendant watch on-hand as she did as she opened the pages of a book that she had intended on finishing; a book she had brought back from her winter stay in her home country of Espenova. The courtyard bench she sat on was solitary for the moment and the lack of incessant distractions proved it was the perfect time to get a few pages digested before she headed off for the opening ceremony.
Presuming nobody tried to engage with her, of course. | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,405 | 147 | 2 | 1,209 | 235 | Maya Enilsdottir
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By herself, the blonde queen of ice and snow remained seated in silence while the other students rushed out of the train. A bag was resting in her lap, her arms wrapped around them while her eyes softly examined the students. For those that caught her chilling gaze, a mortified glimpse was given in turn, but Maya was not phased. She was all too familiar with this feeling of solitude. As if molded in the lands of Winter to be the epitomy of snow, beautiful, yet untouched. Unwanted. Such was her life, with all her old friends leaving her over time, and her time at this school has been, well, fruitless in friendship. She didn't mind that too much anymore, now her focus was purely on the knowledge and wisdom her teachers might bring.
As the trainhalls began emptying and the chatter of footsteps seemed to slow down and ease up, she finally took to her feet. Slowly and graciously she stepped out of the train, the 16 year old kept her rather neutral expression all-together. Her blue orbs gaced over, noting the large mass of students, or atleast the ones she could see given her modest height. She sighed softly. She hated crowds. Crowds are full of groups, all groups of friends. She did not hate friendship though, she was purely jealous. How come she was so distasteful to the other students? All she wants is to be apart of that crowd, chattering with friends while smiling. That, however, is not something for a daughter of a loanshark.
She looked away from the crowd as if seeking friendship in the solitary spaces of the fields instead, gently walking over to the closest tree while internally damning the concept of Spring and Summer. Kneeling down beneath it, utilizing her knees as rest for her upperbody while placing her bag down in front of her. Pulling out a clock from her sidepocket, she sighed again. "So long until the opening ceremony, huh." | Name: Maya Enilsdottir
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.
Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.
Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.
Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.
'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.
Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.
Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them |
5,406 | 147 | 3 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
"Hnnnn-haaaah.."
Tilia took a deep breath on the fresh air of Sabrie as she stretched her body, pushing her ample bosom outwards. Unfortunately, her breasts weren't that big so she had to compensate by making the top of her uniform extra tight. She did the same with her skirt, making sure her butt would be noticeable.
What? She wasn't being shameless. She was merely utilizing her charms as best as she could. She enjoyed showing off her sex appeal to her pure school friends, mostly because of their reactions to her display. She didn't know that girls could be that innocent, blushing at a glimpse of panties or a brush with boobs. Boys, she could understand, but girls? They were on the same gender after all. They should see their own boobs and butt every day. Why the blush then?
Well, it's not like she herself was not excited when she had a chance to look at the more well-developed chests of her seniors, so she shouldn't be the one to criticize them for that.
As she stood there, in front of the station, thinking to herself, a strong wind suddenly blew, lifting up the many hems of the long skirts the students departing from the train wore, exposing their knees to the world. It was a shame that they had to wear long skirts, she thought to herself. If they had worn a short one, she would have had a glorious view of the panties they were wearing. The only way a student like her could show her panties would be to do this.
Subtly, she reached out to the back of her skirt and pulled down the zipper there.
Indeed, this was another hobby of hers, showing off her underwear "innocently", pretending she didn't know that her zipper was down. It amused her how her classmates would signal her that her underwear was showing, and how they would panic even more when she pretended to not catch their message.
And now, she would start her first day this year with this little prank. She quickly joined the crowds heading to the academy. Already, she could tell that some eyes were staring at her red-striped panties.
This would be a great year indeed. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,407 | 147 | 4 | 474 | 129 | Riley Rodgers
Riley was engrossed in a mechanical textbook, she didn't have many friends at school and so had spent the whole train ride reading. She was so engrossed in her book she didn't realize they had arrived until someone told her. She mumbled her thanks as she got off the train. She waded through the troves of students chattering about their holidays, she didn't expect anyone to ask her about her holiday. She'd spent it as she always had, watching her sisters and helping her mother and grandparents around the house. She had made a few automatons but nothing too impressive, mostly stuff to entertain her siblings.
Riley smoothed her skirt uncomfortably, she hated the thing but it was the required uniform at Saint Hirst's. It was also unseemly for a woman to wear anything else so she settled for it instead of the pair of her grandfather's trousers she wore in the privacy of her home. She headed to the dining hall, hoping there would be something to eat or drink before the ceremony. She would just read until the ceremony. | Name: Riley Rodgers
Age: 17
Grade: 6th.
Nationality: Brittanian
Theme:
Riley is a lone wolf, she is very different from the other girls and so has learned to live by herself and do everything for herself. She doesn’t talk much but is friendly if the person who approached her is friendly towards her; albeit, she is a little terse at times without meaning to be.
Appearance: Riley stands a few inches over six feet tall and is solidly built with well-defined muscle tone (not body builder just athletic).Her long white blond hair is usually worn in a slicked back ponytail. Her dark green eyes are her most distinctive feature and her favorite feature about herself, she has scars up her arms and down her back, they’re small (and not from self-inflicted wounds).
Bio: Riley is the oldest of 4 girls, her father left shortly after she came to Saint Hirst Academy, no explanation to her sisters but she and her mother knew why. Riley has always been gifted at building and fixing things, she’s never come across a machine she couldn’t fix. Riley is particularly fond of inventing new things and has always been the rough and tumble sort of girl.
In her free time as a child Riley was involved in boxing (from her father), providing her with the hefty physique she currently enjoys. While she knows how to fight and has a nasty temper she is not one to needlessly get into physical confrontations. She uses her intimidating physique to keep people away and if necessary will step in when others are being bullied as it is not likely for someone to take her on in a physical fight.
Sample Post: Riley woke early, it was still dark out but that never bothered her. She turned the light on her desk on, illuminating a series of cogs and gears that she was tinkering with. She spent a few hours of intense focus adjusting the tightness of screws. Finally satisfied she put her tools away and admired her handiwork. She had made a mechanical puppy for her youngest sister’s birthday. Their family couldn’t afford a real puppy and Riley had scrimped and saved for the material to make the mechanical one. It had taken her months to figure out just how to build it so it would move correctly.
Her alarm beeped and she hurried to get dressed. She didn’t want to be late for breakfast again, her stomach growling during class never went over well. She pulled her white blond hair back into it’s usual pony tail, hurriedly brushed her teeth and headed down for breakfast. She propped a book open against her glass of orange juice as she ate her buttered toast. She ignored the girls who made snide comments about her bookish ways, she was a scholarship student, not that anyone else knew that.
Riley’s father had been against her going to Saint Hirst from the beginning. It turned out to be a major turning point for the family. The Rodgers had always been poor, not that her father didn’t make decent money but he squandered it on alcohol and gambling. Riley wanted the education that Saint Hirst Academy could provide her with, it could open doors not only for her but for her family as well. Riley was trying to make a better life for herself and her sisters, her family was everything to her. She and her father had always been close even if he did get too physical when he’d had one too many beers. The final straw had been when Mr. Rodgers came home drunk and was yelling at Riley that she couldn’t go take the placement exam for Saint Hirst, he wouldn’t allow it. It wasn’t his drunkenness or his rage or his physical threat towards Riley that did him in. No, what did him in was when little Amelia, Riley’s four-year-old sister at the time had begged him to stop. He rounded on her and cocked an arm back but before he could do anything to that precious child Riley had used what her father taught her in boxing to knock him out cold.
Once he came to he packed his things and left, telling Riley she could look out for the family for a change, see how well she did compared to him. To Mrs. Rodgers credit she didn’t allow her husband leaving to impact her girls more than it had to. They moved in with their grandparents and Riley was eventually accepted at Saint Hirst with a full scholarship. She viewed her time at the school as a gift, even if she didn’t fit in, this was the best place for her. Her intellect had never been challenged in such a way and now her other talents aside from the physical were blossoming.
Extras: |
5,408 | 147 | 5 | 2,487 | 9,775 | ✣ The Boss ✣
Another school year was quickly approaching the quaint academy that was Saint Hirst. That meant the staff were abuzz with scrambling about, getting things prepped and prepared, filing the appropriate number of classes in schedule, and of course, scolding any student that wanted to be promiscuous on their first day attending or returning. It was all well and good though because a quick chat with the main organizer meant things had maintained a semi-sense of order.
Said organizer stood in the dining hall even now, leaning against one of the back walls. Known only as the Boss, it was to no one’s surprise that she would be able to get people back on their duties and on track. Now, she could only pray that events proceeded smoothly on the first day of attendance; the opening ceremony would decide how the rest of the day would be worked through.
Still, it was all unneeded stress in the end, both for her and the other staff members. As she rested in her position, she eagerly wished for a smoke right about now. But school rules and regulations applied to everyone, even her; that, and she wasn’t going to be the idiot who accidentally burned the dining hall down. So with a stifled sigh, she opted to passing the time by observing the girls instead, playing a mental game of picking out the newbies and the returners.
While it may have appeared that her eyes were closed and she was resting, her gaze shifted beneath slit eyes. She had to wonder who was going to be participating in her class, although she had a good idea given the few interesting examples she had spotted out. Well now, this was going to be an interesting school year now wasn’t it. Also, where the hell was Hildr? | Name: The Boss
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Motif: If there’s one icon among the cosmos that best represents the Boss and her nature, it’s the ever elusive but never out of style work tie. Whether it be in grays, blacks, or dark blues, it has become a symbol of the Boss’ presence and sheer strength.
As Saint Hirst Academy is a school of prestige meant only for the best of the best, it only makes sense their instructors would be cut from the depth of quality. As such, those lucky enough to be taught by none other than the Boss should consider themselves in the presence of roundabout success. Hailing from the United States of New Columbia, the Boss was sent to first oversee the progress made in Saint Hirst before becoming one among their ranks.
It’s said she left behind a well taken care of financial empire back home and rumors have even sprung up that she’s actually the school’s Head Master in plain sight. Whether that be true or not, it’s clear to see she expects nothing more than the best effort that can be given. Yet despite her tough exterior, a soft spot for her students can be found. After all, she knows quite well the challenges of growing up, being a mother of two herself.
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5,409 | 147 | 6 | 927 | 19 | 𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱 ℱ𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷
Sarah lightly yawned into her palm as she sat on the train heading for Saint Hirst Academy. The break had been far too short; she always adored spending time with her fun loving father. But she knew this was exactly where she needed to be to attain her goals. She blinked lazily as she looked around the filled train trying to spot anyone familiar. Though from where she sat most of her view of blocked by small groups of friends giggling among themselves.
Before she knew it the train faintly screeched to a halt. After just a moment the door opened and Sarah pushed herself to her feet; grabbing her bags off the ground with a faint grunt, the poor straps straining under the weight of her books. With a small heave she anchored the strap over her shoulder and off she went; swept up in the crowd filing slowly off the train. As the stream of people began to break apart back into their group of friends she carried forward alone. She was too tired to try and find anyone she knew though she forced the simple yet alluring smile on her naturally faint pink lips.
Getting to the ceremony hall she pushed herself through the double doors and found it nearly vacant. She went to one of the back rows and found herself a seat in a dark corner; wanting to give her eyes a bit of rest before the ceremonies began. She yawned again as she stuffed her bag under her seat before adjusting herself comfortably. She crossed her right leg over her left under her skirt before leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Absent mindedly she scratched her nails in small circles on the arm of the chair; her best effort to now tap annoyingly. | Name:
𝓢𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒽 ℱ𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓃.
Age:
ℱ𝒾𝒻𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃.
Grade:
ℱ𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 (4ᵀᴴ)
Nationality:
𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒶 - A small country bordering the Empire of Germania. Not known for much other than it's famous wine and lush farming lands.
Vast majority of its people are low income leaving a wide wage gap between the inhabitants; virtually no middle class.
Theme:
𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 - Her voice and tone are very distinctive; almost melodic. Her speaking voice flows very elegantly as if she spends several hours a night practicing how to speak in such a way. Beyond that Sarah's singing voice is remarkable. She is often found humming beautiful melodies under her breath; especially while she is absent mindedly studying.
Bio:
𝓢arah grew up in the small country of 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒶 on a small farm owned by her father. It was only her dad and herself; except the several animals of course. Her family was one of the many family living on near scraps. They made just enough to sustain themselves and not much more found its way into their pockets. Sarah didn't mind it too much, she had her animals and her singing; it gave her plenty of time to learn the few instruments she could get her hands on, not to mention minor tinkering to get junked mechanical keyboards operational once more.
Though she never felt bad for her father, he wouldn't like that, she always wanted to give him an easier life. This brought her an immense desire to give her all in everything she did. Not using short cuts or half-efforts; simple God honest effort. She applied to get a scholarship with Saint Hirst Academy. Through her hard work and maybe a bit of kind favor from the God's above she received the last offering. She was overcome with joy. Her hard work paid off and she would have the opportunity to come back to her father and take him away from that life. Give his life comfort her hadn't experienced yet in his long life.
Sample Post:
A sudden and loud snore broken Sarah's slumber; jolting up upright in her desk chair she had past out in the night prior. She blinked quickly to force away the blur of sleep and look around frantically for anyone who may have heard her snore. Seeing she was alone she relaxed in her chair, giving a big yawn and shake of the head. She rubbed her tired eyes before staring down at the mess of notes on her desk. Absent mindedly she adjusted them into a neat pile. With a sigh she finally submitted to the terrible fate of getting up and getting her day started. With a shove off the arms of her chair held held herself upright after a wobble.
She scuffed her feet into the bathroom and gave her face a splash of cold water. After a little mental pep talk she grabbed her make up and gave a little concealer under the eyes to hide the faint dark circles that had begun to form from sleepless nights. Happy with the results she began to fix her hair with a brush before immediately messing it up again with her fingers to give it style. Giving another quick look over she left her dorm room, grabbing her book bag on the way out; putting on her sweet smile as she past the door. A few people called out to her. She turned to them and gave them a simple wave and smile.
Down the hall she went to class, mentally running through the notes she read over the night before. Giving her seemingly effortless facade of happiness and cheer.
Extras:
She has a nervous tick. She often taps, hums, or bites her lip. |
5,410 | 147 | 7 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
Tilia walked merrily to the ceremony hall, still with her panties in view. Just as she had expected, the girls behind her were pointing and whispering to each other with blushes on their face. It seemed they were really enjoying the view, she thought, giggling internally. She wondered which one of them would be brave enough to come to her and tell her that her fly was open.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, no one was brave enough to do so, thus Tilia arrived at the ceremony hall still with her fly open.
The hall was still pretty empty, so she had the freedom to choose wherever she wanted to be seated. Quickly, she scanned for the populated seats. There. There's a group of around six or so girls on the back and one girl on the front. Perfect.
"Hello! Nice to meet you! I'm Tilia! Tilia Fitzregald!" she said cheerfully to the girl on the front after she took the seat beside her.
"A-ah, n-nice to meet you too, Senpai..." the girl responded bashfully. Oh, so cute! This was another reason why she loved juniors so much!
Of course, meanwhile, the girls behind her could see the gaping maw that was the fly of her skirt. She wondered who would be the first to tell her about it.
"Um... senpai..."
There it is! Here it comes!
"Y-your skirt... t-the fly... is open..."
Here where Phase 2 began. She would pretend to be all surprised and ashamed like a normal girl.
"A-ah!" Tilia looked down towards the back of the skirt. Her cheeks burned red at the sight. Quickly, she rose up and fixed it, pulling the fly upwards.
"O-oh no, this is so embarrassing... I can't believe I didn't notice that..."
"I-it's okay, Senpai. We all make mistakes after all..."
"Y-yeah. A-and your panties are quite cute so don't worry about them showing!"
Just as she had expected! Juniors were always so kind and respectful to their seniors! Oh how she wanted to just hug them all!
After sitting with them for a while, she then thought it was time to start Phase 3 of her plan.
"Uuuhh... sorry girls, gotta go water the plants!" she suddenly said while pretending to be squirming on her seat, crossing her legs before rising back up once again.
"A-ah, s-sure, go on right ahead, Senpai!"
She made a display of hurrying her walk out of the room. Of course, she didn't actually need to go to the bathroom. It was merely an excuse.
An excuse for what, you may ask? Why, for pulling down her fly once more of course! She would pretend that once again, like the clumsy senpai she was, she had forgotten to close her fly after she did her business. Once was awkward enough, but twice? She couldn't wait to see their reaction.
And sure enough, their reaction was awkwardly cute as their eyes widened when she sat back on her seat, her red striped panties showing once more.
"Aah, that was close! Almost piddled a little there! Do you girls ever--hmm, what's the matter?" she asked their befuddled faces.
"N-nothing, nothing at all!" one of them responded, her face as red as a tomato.
In the end, they didn't tell her about her "blunder" the second time. Instead, they signalled the girl sitting right behind her to secretly close the open fly without her knowing. It was simply so terribly adorable. Of course, she wouldn't let her do that easily. So she made sure whenever her hand got close, she would shift her butt a little to make her hesitate.
Oh, this is too fun! I wonder if I can keep this up all through the opening ceremony. That would be much more fun than listening to the principal droning on and on about things we already all know about. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,411 | 147 | 8 | 1,209 | 235 | Maya Enilsdottir
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Sigh. First day of school was always a nuisance to Maya. Sitting by herself while her beautifully blonde hair slowly waved in the wind while the other students hooked up and mingled lightly between themselves. Talking about their vacations, their time missing one another, all of it. Maya resented this solitude, but whenever she tried to mingle, she seemed to scare everyone away instead. Why, she could not know, because she took good care of personal hygiene, her dialect did not show while talking, and she knew she was quite a beautiful specimen given her many blushful glances. If only one of those people would approach her without running away, tail between legs, perhaps she finally could make a friend? Or perhaps she should once again try to mingle and see if someone where willing to actually stay.
Raising up with her fist clenched, a determined expression to her face, she decided that once again she should talk. And the queen of ice began walking from the safety of the tree's shadows, her every step moving towards the crowd. And, just like last year, she seemed to cut a way through the crowd while the younger juniors made way for her to walk. So they're still afraid, huh. And abruptly she stopped, gently tapping the shoulder of one while watching her jump in fear at her stance.
"A-ah, y-yes, Senpai?" She said with a trembling voice. As if just the touch alone sent a wave of ice and snow through her spine, chilling her body to negative levels. Oh, shoot, Maya actually had not thought of what to say. "Ah, I was merely wishing to give you and your friends a welcome and good luck to the upcoming year." She replied with a stern face, no smile while her tundra-like eyes peered back onto the young girl. What was that? Is Maya suddenly a teacher now? That was far too formal.
"O-oh, t-thanks. Y-you too..." She replied with her voice quivering as if she was about to cry. Maya coughed lightly and nodded while forcing out a smile, then she took her leave towards the hall.
Entering through the doors, she lazily looked about the grandeuse architechture she had grown familiar to over the years, prying her eyes as if looking for some recognized faces. Well, she saw two only, one of the teachers she'd heard stories about and the strange redhead that always loitered with the juniors and seniors around these days. She lightly shook her head, that girl was infamous for her desire to tease others, and Maya made a mental note to avoid her. Just like last year.
Instead she began walking down to find a vacant seat, hopefully with seats vacant around it too, so that she could enjoy some peace of mind. Since that was clearly all she could hope to attain anyways. And luckily, she entered early so that was indeed the case, down by the 4th row she found what she wanted. | Name: Maya Enilsdottir
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.
Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.
Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.
Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.
'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.
Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.
Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them |
5,412 | 147 | 9 | 1,409 | 1,959 | Reinhardt
The two liveliest times of an academics year; The beginning and end of the students attendance at the academy. A steady thrum of excitement, nervousness, and awe standing head and shoulders over the doldrums that may rule over the frostier girls and ladies in attendance. Everything that occurred from hence forth was endeavoring to recreate the energy felt now until they all eagerly stormed back onto the trains and departed for home many months down the line, so Hildr Reinhardt was going to enjoy the good vibrations while they lasted.
Rubbing at wrists sore from spending a good chunk of the night and morning dedicated to papers which could have been handled weeks ago, the teacher slipped into the hall without fanfare amidst the crowd, pausing occasionally to smile and wave at favored students of prior years.
"Oh dear, she's at it already?" Hildr said to herself with a wistful smile as she came upon a table favored by a notorious prankster whose antics were the stuff of nightmare for the faculty to smooth over. Well, a nightmare for most others. Hildr thought Tilia's perversion was just the thing to cheer up a chill Winter's day.
"Oh Ms. Fitzregald, you seem to have forgotten something." She announced herself from behind the exhibitionist in one breath and in the next caught her zipper between her nails and drew it closed brusquely, making no effort to avoid brushing against her in the process. Her hands rose and clapped against her shoulders, taking in the mixture of surprise and relief from the students who'd been agonizing over Tilia's state of undress till now. "Don't worry I fixed it for you, just like I'd expect any of your classmates to do the same in the future. We ladies have to look after one another."
"Y-yes Ma'am." Came the stuttering reply of those who had mustered their voices.
"Good. With an attitude like that I'm sure we'll have a great class this year. Have fun with your orientations~" Her voice turned sing-song as Hildr trotted off, giving it thirty minutes tops before Fitzregald found an excuse to lower her fly once again. It brought a chuckle to her lips as she took to the faculty's appointed spot and spat beside the only other who favored the finely tailored Columbian suits.
"Well, no one's set the curtain's on fire yet. Glad to see we don't have anymore cross dressing arsonists trying to sneak in again." | Name: Hildr Reinhardt.
Age: Don't Ask.
Nationality: Western Germanian.
Theme: A maternal figure among the Saint Hirst teaching staff, the Germanian woman is as approachable as she is fallible. She forgets the names of new students, rushes to get her mountains of tests graded, and suffers wardrobe malfunctions like any other student, perhaps more so. While the Boss favors her attire as a symbol of stark severity and power, Hildr comes across as a more typical worker who is somewhere between sloven and devout in their efforts.
She's a mother of three and dearly devoted to her daughters, being something of an insufferable empty-nester in their absence, as any coworker could attest, and had left her past employment in favor of a position where she can mold the promising youth's of tomorrow with a gentle hand and probably a dirty joke or two. Prone to being overtly affectionate and has little regard for personal space when intoxicated or excited, though that is considered by many to be typical of Germanian's. |
5,413 | 147 | 10 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
"Kyaaa!" Filia practically jumped out of her seat when Hildr pulled her fly upwards since she could feel her hand touching her butt. Somehow, this teacher was so good at sneaking on top of her students.
"Y-yes, t-thank you, Miss. O-oh how could I have been so careless, leaving my fly open not once, but twice in a row?" Filia quickly responded, faking a sad and embarrassed tone. She had been totally caught off-guard by her.
Well, so much for that... Tilia thought to herself. She had planned to sit there with her fly open for the entire ceremony but now, with the pesky teacher catching her red-handed, her fly was now closed again, and she couldn't think up a good way to open them again without exposing herself as a naughty little exhibitionist.
However, when Hildr left, Filia quickly perked up as she noticed that the teacher herself had made the same blunder on her skirt as well. Indeed, her black pencil skirt's fly was down as well, showing to her and the other students that she wore orange today.
"Oh my, Miss Reinhardt..." she said to herself with a smirk. She looked at the faces of the girls near her and saw that they were surprised as well. And once again, nobody was brave enough to leap from their seat and told the poor teacher about her wardrobe malfunction. Well, Filia certainly wouldn't do it either.
She now actually felt a little jealous, since with Hildr walking to the front to join the other teachers, that meant she got to show practically the entire room her cute orange panties.
She would now keep a close eye on her. Let's see how long she would last before either she or someone else fixed that little problem. She would love to see her reaction, her blush and embarrassment. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,414 | 147 | 11 | 368 | 357 | The train ride from the Empire to Saint Hirst was a slow ride. So slow that when the train finally arrived it woke Sina from her slumber. She always took a nap on long rides like this to pass the time. It was not as if her duties were on the trains, after all. Still, with how some of the other girls behaved she wished it was the case. This did not mean that Saint Hirst was filled with troublemakers, far from it, but there was always the girl who tried to bully her way with influence or the perverted ones that were either exhibitionists or caused wardrobe troubles with other girls. The last was always fun to deal with, though dealing with the first type was deemed more important to the academy. Either way, Sina wrote them up to let the teachers handle the judgement or let them off with a warning.
When the train arrived at at Saint Hirst, Sina did not have much in the way of luggage. Her family was poorer than most, having spent a lot of their hard-earned cash to finance her trip to Saint Hirst. While her luggage was not in a large amount unlike some of the other students, it would not exactly give away her poorer condition either. After all, the academy emphasized equality above all else, aside from education of course.
Looks like it is very lively around here. Sina thought to herself as she observed the activity around her. Friends were talking among themselves, groups of new students were exploring, staff were taking care of the luggage and there was even the occasional teacher wandering about. Unfortunately while Sina did want to mingle she also had her own duties. Once again, the disciplinary committee would meet, help monitor the events right before the opening ceremony and ensure the new students knew the basic rules such as the dress code, as she already saw a few of them breaking such rules. She went to prepare for the activities in question, feeling slightly more lenient today given that this was the first day. | Name: Sina Segert
Age: 17
Grade: 5th
Nationality: Empire of Germania
Theme: Discipline Committee armband. Sina is known to be a member of the discipline committee.
Appearance: Sina is 5'6 feet tall and 125lbs. Often wears or otherwise possesses a white scarf made by her grandfather no matter her attire. Often wears the just-past-knee-high version of the uniform, with black stockings.
Bio: Sina Segert was born in the city of Brasren in the Empire of Germania to a poor farmer in the city's local hospital. Both the father and the mother, while happy that they finally had a child after trying so hard to have one, were not in the best financial straits to begin with. Having a child put them in even more danger financially than before. Not wanting their daughter to have to suffer the same as they, Sina's parents managed to scrap enough money together to send their daughter to a local school.
Sina was always a smart kid, far surpassing her peers in her studies and schooling despite them being in better financial waters. Though she had to sometimes come home to nothing but water, Sina was grateful for the opportunity to learn. One of the first lessons that Sina learned was to be prompt and on time, and follow the rules. Most of the other children caused some kind of disturbance but were able to get away with it. However, if Sina caused any kind of commotion she quickly found herself being punished due to being outside the normal social class and the bias that comes with it. She had no friends in her early years, but she certainly proved herself able to handle whatever assignments the teacher handed over, even if her own assignments were startlingly more difficult than the others.
One dream that Sina shared with her classmates was to go to Saint Hirst. Every so often, an opportunity for the students of Germania to take the exam for Saint Hirst would arise. Sina, like her classmates, decided to take the exam to see if she could go to the legendary Saint Hirst. Unlike the rest of her classmates, however, Sina was the only one to pass the exam despite its difficulty. While her classmates claimed that the test was unfair, Sina's parents were ecstatic to hear the news and immediately began to make preparations to allow her to head to the academy as one of its scholarship students, and later decided not to reveal such a status.
The first year of Saint Hirst that Sina attended was when she developed into a young lady. However, while most ladies thought of men as potential suitors Sina developed differently. She started to look at women, feeling no desire towards men. At first, it was strange to her but eventually she figured out that she was only attracted to the same sex. Sina simply became aware of this, took note of it, and moved on. By year three Sina joined the disciplinary committee to both help guide other students onto the right path and because she simply liked having the power over others, though she never abused her power.
Sample Post: An alarm clock sounded as Sina woke up in the at the farm. Every year Sina came back to her parent's farm in Germania to visit her family, and the family was doing well. But today was the final day before she moved back to Saint Hirst. She could never get up without waiting at least a few minutes in bed trying to wake up. Finally, after staring at the ceiling for five minutes Sina lifted her legs out of the bed slowly and rose up. If she were at the academy on a weekday, Sina would be moving at a much faster pace. However, there was no rush here and she decided to allow the luxury.
"Sina! Time for breakfast!" Sina's mother yelled from downstairs, to which Sina replied "I will be there in a minute!" And a minute Sina would be. She quickly got dressed into something more presentable than her night clothing and went downstairs. She was right on time to meet her parents at the dinner table. After sitting down, there was some small talk, followed by talk about Sina heading back to Saint Hirst. Sina shared a few stories of what it was like at Saint Hirst, mostly about the reactions of the students that she had to write up. A few jokes from her mother made Sina giggle while relaxed in her chair just like when she was at Saint Hirst. Eventually, despite the relaxing atmosphere and Sina's own relaxation it was time to go. All of them began to make the preparations to head to the train station that will take Sina and her luggage to the border and finally to Saint Hirst.
Extras: Sina keeps a journal that is used to log her thoughts of a particular day. |
5,415 | 147 | 12 | 1,522 | 1,025 | Blake Eights
"Spring and summer. The best seasons for aesthetics by far!" Warm days were the best. It's the one type of weather that you can get away with wearing less than intended! Also by noon almost everyone looked like they had just woken up from a wild night before which can only be described as... inspiring. All the more so due to the mono-gender of the student population. Following her own beliefs for spring to sprung, Blake's shirt had far less buttons than intended done up and her skirt was worn noticeably shorter than general population.
Licking her lips as she entered the hall, Blake couldn't help but let out a little cackle as she saw Ms Reinhardt fix the pervy prankster Tillia's uniform before swaggering the teacher all but swaggered off and putting on a show that would put Tillia's to shame. Blake loved this school. Taking out her sketch book, Blake roughly drew up a passable likeness of Tillia posed far more provocatively than the girl had been with Ms Reinhardt tidying her up. Tearing the page out, Blake folded the picture in half twice and wandered up behind Tillia.
"So lucky, Ms Reinhardt treating you so well on the first day~" reaching around Tillia from behind, Blake attempted to push the folded caricature down Tillia's shirt.
"Such a tight fit... it would be awful if a button burst~" pausing to imagine it briefly Blake giggled at the image of the button flying through the air and into a drink... and shoved the piece of paper in a vain hope to make dreams reality
"Well, enjoy my gift to you. Be sure to peruse it on those cold lonely nights! I'm off to find my loooovely muse~" blowing a kiss as she walked backwards, Blake turned around scanned the room and searching for her blonde bombshell, her femme fatale, her muse. | Name: Blake Eights
Age: 16
Grade: 5
Nationality: New Holland
Theme: Spider
Appearance: 155cm 50kg
Bio: Blake was born in the island nation of New Holland to unknown parents and was communally raised by the town. It was a land only just now being tamed and finally entering the world stage. The colonization efforts were hard, but once a foothold was established the harsh country became a wonderland for scientists and artists alike to make a name for themselves documenting the new flora and fauna to be found. Red soil stained the deserts and rich green forests littered the coastline. A veritable rainbow birds speckled the air with their pigments and although taming was the only appropriate word for what was happening to New Holland the harshness of any area beyond the coastline coupled with fauna that had an almost unnatural tendency towards poison made a true taming of the land a distant dream.
It was in this land that Blake grew as an artist, depicting the wonders of the land around her, the exploits of those who ventured into the land and the treasures they brought back. Seeing the blossoming talent, the townsfolk felt that Blake would have better prospects outside of the frontier town they were and petitioned for her to go to Saint Hirst Academy. It had nothing to do with the Madame from the brothel commissioning Blake to make advertisements for her establishment. However it was only once she was admitted into Saint Hirst Academy that Blake found her muse.
Sample Post: The warm glow of the sun cresting the horizon lit the silhouette of a shorter girl sitting at an easel. Legs not reaching the ground from her stool, the sound of charcoal scratching over paper in a slow arching motion lightly filled the air around her. Looking over the newly illuminated landscape, Blake quickly finished up her rough sketch before taking out the water colour paints and adding the golden light at the top splayed and washing over the emerald ground, rippling like silken sheets.
Eyes staring at her latest masterpiece, Blake added two red orbs, those eyes that pierced her heart. Looking at the painting you would see only the vaguest hint of the landscape before her. Instead you would see was an image that would make a rock blush. A golden-haired beauty sprawled under green silken sheets, the ‘hills’ nearly cresting out of the sea of green.
“Another gift for my muse~” letting the air dry the water colours a little more before putting the image away. Dashing back up to the dorms to compare her work to the real thing, something she knew she couldn’t compare to.
Extras: Blake has a sketch book full of images of her muse. Said muse is completely aware of the sketch book, since Blake will shove a new drawing under her nose each day. That said, Blake will gladly paint a portrait of you… maybe with some creative liberties when it comes to poses. |
5,416 | 147 | 13 | 1,278 | 8,058 | Seyrun Riviathan
St. Hirst Academy, Courtyard
"It was my honor," Seyrun said as she parted ways with the group of first-years, after helping them find their way to the dining hall. The Nordic girl bowed politely to her guests. However, before she could get inside and find a place for herself, she turned around and took another look at the other students.
Seyrun's eyes scanned the crowd in search of some company that she was more acquainted with. They halted as soon as their owner spotted a girl sat alone while reading a book. Nadalena's doll like features were well known to Seyrun, after all both of them came from nations with a long history of both cooperation and rivalry with one another. It was no wonder that Seyrun sought to become friends with the Espenovan noble, no matter how hard she was to approach, Nadalena still was one of the few students at St. Hirst that could understand Seyrun's struggle, even if passingly.
A few moments later, the sound of light, calculated steps and the rustling of their uniform's fabric would be the first indicators of Seyrun's approach. At least until the Nordlander girl greeted Nadalena, saying, "It's a pleasure meeting you again, Lady Nadalena. I hope you are having a good day."
"Would it bother you if I sat over here while we wait for the ceremony to begin?" Seyrun asked, after taking a look at the Academy's clock tower and noticing that they still had almost a quarter of an hour of free time. | Character List10/12 Students Slots
♦ Seyrun Riviathan.
♦ Tilia Fitzregald.
♦ Maya Enilsdottir.
♦ Riley Rodgers.
♦ Sarah Finnigan.
♦ Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Sina Segert.
♦ Blake Eights.
♦ Ramona Herrman.
♦ Lyn Harris.
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Staff & Others
♦ The Boss.
♦ Hildr Reinhardt.
Room Arrangements
♦ Room 01: Seyrun Riviathan & Ramona Herrman.
♦ Room 02: Tilia Fitzregald & Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Room 03: Sarah Finnigan & Riley Rodgers.
♦ Room 04: Maya Enilsdottir & Sina Segert.
♦ Room 05: Blake Eights & Student President Rufie and Mistress Trash Can.
♦ Room 06: Lyn Harris |
5,417 | 147 | 14 | 2,487 | 9,775 | ✣ The Boss ✣
“Your fly is down,” were the first words Boss gave to the other teacher, not going to bother recuperating her greeting when dignity and appearance were at stake. As soon as Hildr got that taken care of, no doubt ruining Tilia’s day further, Boss replied with, “Don’t get your hopes up too soon. These types of things usually have a wrench thrown in them somewhere. And I already see you know who making a fuss.”
Who Boss referred to was the happily bouncy girl that waltzed right up to Tilia to do…something. She already knew Blake was going to be a troublemaker like she was every other school year and made a mental note to keep an eye on that one. Still, there was nothing she could do about it now, not when the ceremony was about to begin the grand inductions.
Assuming everyone was done with their conversations and introductions-and even if they weren’t, the show must go on-the candlelight would dimmer down and center on the focal point that was the stage. Boss craned her neck to look in that direction, expecting the Student President herself walk up to give the usual speech about becoming fine young ladies of society and establishment.
And while all of that was routine for her, she still would have preferred that small normalcy as opposed to the individual she least expected to walk onto that stage. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” Hildr would hear from the other woman mutter under her breath. One glance at the speaker was all she needed to affirm what had Boss so riled up and the blonde woman had to keep the urge from sighing in the middle of all this silence. That wasn’t the Student President; but she was wearing her uniquely-styled uniform.
“Whoah, whoah, what a big turn out this turned out to be, oh ho! Hi, hi everyone, and welcome to our quaint little Saint Hirst Academy, oh yeah!” said the girl, bowing excessively to those watching. While the savvier students might be wondering if the Student President had rotated positions, newer girls would have no idea of the falsity taking place.
“We at Saint Hirst extend our warm greetings to you all and-” The usual speech was carried out flawlessly but Boss found her body unable to relax. Surely something had to go wrong; it couldn’t have been this simple- “Oh ho, and to conclude, you’ll each be finding your directions to class located in your dorm rooms. And you’ll find those directions to the two lovely ladies dressed in suits to my right. Don’t be too shy to push and shove; they’re trained professionals, oh ho!”
There it was. | Name: The Boss
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Motif: If there’s one icon among the cosmos that best represents the Boss and her nature, it’s the ever elusive but never out of style work tie. Whether it be in grays, blacks, or dark blues, it has become a symbol of the Boss’ presence and sheer strength.
As Saint Hirst Academy is a school of prestige meant only for the best of the best, it only makes sense their instructors would be cut from the depth of quality. As such, those lucky enough to be taught by none other than the Boss should consider themselves in the presence of roundabout success. Hailing from the United States of New Columbia, the Boss was sent to first oversee the progress made in Saint Hirst before becoming one among their ranks.
It’s said she left behind a well taken care of financial empire back home and rumors have even sprung up that she’s actually the school’s Head Master in plain sight. Whether that be true or not, it’s clear to see she expects nothing more than the best effort that can be given. Yet despite her tough exterior, a soft spot for her students can be found. After all, she knows quite well the challenges of growing up, being a mother of two herself.
✣ Theme ✣ |
5,418 | 147 | 15 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Ceremony Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
"Would it bother you if I sat over here while we wait for the ceremony to begin?" Seyrun asked, after taking a look at the Academy's clock tower and noticing that they still had almost a quarter of an hour of free time.
What a surprise.
Had Nadalena worn her feelings on her sleeves like other students she would’ve groaned in agitation; but she was taught better than that and knew full well such uncouth behavior was inappropriate even if it was how she truly felt. The approach from Seyrun may have been unwanted for the Espenovan girl but it was also very predictable. Looking up from her book, Nadalena softened her lips into a friendly smile to give the illusion of amicability before replying in turn -- though she did notice she referred to her by informal honorifics instead of formal ones, as if this was the latter she would have referred to her as Lady Kofenstein and not Lady Nadalena.
“Not at all, Lady Seyrun.”
After the appropriate amount of time has passed it did not take long for Nadalena to move from the courtyard to the ceremony hall, her timing was accurate as it always was.
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson? That mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it. So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
As she stood up from her seat something in the recess of her mind began to bother her -- the opening ceremony this year felt different, though she couldn’t quite place why. Perhaps it was a idle curiosity, but one she could ignore just the same despite her thoughts traveling to wonderment of why the atmosphere was different for a mere moment. She just wanted to get on with the opening day, get to her room, inspect her class assignments, and do as she did in the previous year. As she walked forward following the end of the ceremony she remember to ready her curtsies and manners.
Let’s just get this done and over with. | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,419 | 147 | 16 | 927 | 19 | Sarah sat quietly off in a dark corner of the ceremony hall as she awaited it to commence. It wasn't too before students began to file in, still chatting away; murmurs turning to a dull roar of distantly mumbled speech. Sarah simply yawned in her hand before blinking her tired eyes in a feeble attempt to wake up more. Finally the lights in the stands began to dim and draw to a focus on the stage. She pushed herself up in her seat, trying to seem more lady-like. As the commencement began she idly tapped her right foot in the air, the leg layered casually over her left knee.
As the proceedings came to an end and she stood with a stretch - raising the front of her blouse to expose a small part of her tummy and waistline, which she quickly pulled back down after her stretch - she couldn't put her finger on what felt odd about it all. Maybe she had finally just realized after three years how the Ceremonies hall environment felt? Or perhaps just that it was a different speaker than usual? She quickly dismissed it all though, filing out of her row and making her way slowly down to The Boss.
After a bit of waiting behind other girls clambering for the front she made it to The Boss. She smiled sweetly up at the refined woman.
"Hello again, Ms Boss. May I ask which room I am in this year?" She spoke in sweet melody, a beautiful rhythm of tones from her powder pink lips. | Name:
𝓢𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒽 ℱ𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓃.
Age:
ℱ𝒾𝒻𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃.
Grade:
ℱ𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 (4ᵀᴴ)
Nationality:
𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒶 - A small country bordering the Empire of Germania. Not known for much other than it's famous wine and lush farming lands.
Vast majority of its people are low income leaving a wide wage gap between the inhabitants; virtually no middle class.
Theme:
𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 - Her voice and tone are very distinctive; almost melodic. Her speaking voice flows very elegantly as if she spends several hours a night practicing how to speak in such a way. Beyond that Sarah's singing voice is remarkable. She is often found humming beautiful melodies under her breath; especially while she is absent mindedly studying.
Bio:
𝓢arah grew up in the small country of 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒶 on a small farm owned by her father. It was only her dad and herself; except the several animals of course. Her family was one of the many family living on near scraps. They made just enough to sustain themselves and not much more found its way into their pockets. Sarah didn't mind it too much, she had her animals and her singing; it gave her plenty of time to learn the few instruments she could get her hands on, not to mention minor tinkering to get junked mechanical keyboards operational once more.
Though she never felt bad for her father, he wouldn't like that, she always wanted to give him an easier life. This brought her an immense desire to give her all in everything she did. Not using short cuts or half-efforts; simple God honest effort. She applied to get a scholarship with Saint Hirst Academy. Through her hard work and maybe a bit of kind favor from the God's above she received the last offering. She was overcome with joy. Her hard work paid off and she would have the opportunity to come back to her father and take him away from that life. Give his life comfort her hadn't experienced yet in his long life.
Sample Post:
A sudden and loud snore broken Sarah's slumber; jolting up upright in her desk chair she had past out in the night prior. She blinked quickly to force away the blur of sleep and look around frantically for anyone who may have heard her snore. Seeing she was alone she relaxed in her chair, giving a big yawn and shake of the head. She rubbed her tired eyes before staring down at the mess of notes on her desk. Absent mindedly she adjusted them into a neat pile. With a sigh she finally submitted to the terrible fate of getting up and getting her day started. With a shove off the arms of her chair held held herself upright after a wobble.
She scuffed her feet into the bathroom and gave her face a splash of cold water. After a little mental pep talk she grabbed her make up and gave a little concealer under the eyes to hide the faint dark circles that had begun to form from sleepless nights. Happy with the results she began to fix her hair with a brush before immediately messing it up again with her fingers to give it style. Giving another quick look over she left her dorm room, grabbing her book bag on the way out; putting on her sweet smile as she past the door. A few people called out to her. She turned to them and gave them a simple wave and smile.
Down the hall she went to class, mentally running through the notes she read over the night before. Giving her seemingly effortless facade of happiness and cheer.
Extras:
She has a nervous tick. She often taps, hums, or bites her lip. |
5,420 | 147 | 17 | 1,409 | 1,959 | Reinhardt
"Huh? So it is..." The teacher remarked glibly, fixing her attire without much thought. Unlike others, it was the result of an honest mistake, and it wasn't like she'd expect Boss to complain about getting a peek.
Besides, there were more pressing matters to focus upon, such as the absence of the proper speech giver and the presence of the one in her place. A glance to her cohort spoke a litany on Boss' interpretation of events and they both shared a tense air of apprehension as the speech unfolded with...surprisingly little deviation from appropriate rhetoric. "She can't be getting soft one us-"
“Oh ho, and to conclude, you’ll each be finding your directions to class located in your dorm rooms. And you’ll find those directions to the two lovely ladies dressed in suits to my right. Don’t be too shy to push and shove; they’re trained professionals, oh ho!”
And the dropped with all the thunderous upheaval of a hall stuffed full of young maidens now clambering for the attention of two very displeased woman who found lines longer then the hall they were confined to already forming.
It was into this confusion a hurried young woman entered, short of breath and with a hand clutched to her breast to placate the exertion's of an unladylike dash from train station to academy hall. Her gave swept across the shifting assembly like a saber slashing the air, seeking not faces but a familiar mop of hair a similar shade of gold as her own.
"Dana." She hissed beneath her steadily recovering breath and marched forward, with students parting before her like a sea, though whether it was from the air the malevolent vindication hanging about her or the more senior students recognized their actual Student President was indiscernible to her at the present. In a feet of surprising agility for one encumbered by such a modesty preserving dressing she bounded onto the stage and stood a full head over the impostor, glowering with such vehemence that even Boss would have been impressed. "Would you care to explain why I awoke to find you, my uniform, and assorted luggage were absent from the private cart and how said cart was then locked from the outside? I'm positively dying to hear your answer, and on top of that you can explain why the entire Hall has risen as opposed as the table by table method I'd repeatedly spoken of at great length?!"
Her voice was clipped and carried such a barely restrained timber of wrath it was astonishing she could hold herself in such a non-threatening posture, hands softly folded before her and face schooled towards the stern rather then inflamed. Though that mattered little when she was certain both the suited teachers and those before her could hear the two on stage well enough. | Name: Hildr Reinhardt.
Age: Don't Ask.
Nationality: Western Germanian.
Theme: A maternal figure among the Saint Hirst teaching staff, the Germanian woman is as approachable as she is fallible. She forgets the names of new students, rushes to get her mountains of tests graded, and suffers wardrobe malfunctions like any other student, perhaps more so. While the Boss favors her attire as a symbol of stark severity and power, Hildr comes across as a more typical worker who is somewhere between sloven and devout in their efforts.
She's a mother of three and dearly devoted to her daughters, being something of an insufferable empty-nester in their absence, as any coworker could attest, and had left her past employment in favor of a position where she can mold the promising youth's of tomorrow with a gentle hand and probably a dirty joke or two. Prone to being overtly affectionate and has little regard for personal space when intoxicated or excited, though that is considered by many to be typical of Germanian's. |
5,421 | 147 | 18 | 1,522 | 1,025 | Blake Eights
A siren's song upon the wind graced Blake's ears and a wicked grin split her face. Her muse had arrived. And like the siren of myth, she was leading the innocents to crash upon the pragmatist of Boss. Likely hoping to cause the woman to have an outburst. Still her muse had been located and honestly, Blake knew exactly whose room she would be in. Feeling the student body parting like the red sea, Blake slipped in behind the real Student President and followed in her wake. The Student President's rage almost scorched the air around her as Blake stuck her tongue out at Dana, trying to restrain her laughter.
"C'mon Prez! Surely you can see Dana was only trying to help! You were, by your own words, indisposed, and we couldn't have everyone just be waiting here all day. That would be rude! So Dana had to improvise and in the heat of the moment... well the details slipped her mind~. All I can say is well done to my lovely muse~" giggling like... well... a school girl Blake flitted up to Dana, Blake attempted to hug the slightly shorter girl from behind, wanting to wrap her arms around her.
"A girl this cute couldn't have even imagined that her words would have such an effect! After all, not everyone here's a first year. Surely the seniors all know your face, Prez, and as cute as you are you and Dana can't really pass for each other. So that is a very good question. Why would everyone rise and swarm the poor faculty at her words?" biting her lip, Blake's gaze traveled up and down Dana, drinking in every last detail, as Blake filed away the image of Dana in the Student President's uniform in her mind for a masterpiece later.
"How on earth did you manage to squeeze into that, Dana~?" | Name: Blake Eights
Age: 16
Grade: 5
Nationality: New Holland
Theme: Spider
Appearance: 155cm 50kg
Bio: Blake was born in the island nation of New Holland to unknown parents and was communally raised by the town. It was a land only just now being tamed and finally entering the world stage. The colonization efforts were hard, but once a foothold was established the harsh country became a wonderland for scientists and artists alike to make a name for themselves documenting the new flora and fauna to be found. Red soil stained the deserts and rich green forests littered the coastline. A veritable rainbow birds speckled the air with their pigments and although taming was the only appropriate word for what was happening to New Holland the harshness of any area beyond the coastline coupled with fauna that had an almost unnatural tendency towards poison made a true taming of the land a distant dream.
It was in this land that Blake grew as an artist, depicting the wonders of the land around her, the exploits of those who ventured into the land and the treasures they brought back. Seeing the blossoming talent, the townsfolk felt that Blake would have better prospects outside of the frontier town they were and petitioned for her to go to Saint Hirst Academy. It had nothing to do with the Madame from the brothel commissioning Blake to make advertisements for her establishment. However it was only once she was admitted into Saint Hirst Academy that Blake found her muse.
Sample Post: The warm glow of the sun cresting the horizon lit the silhouette of a shorter girl sitting at an easel. Legs not reaching the ground from her stool, the sound of charcoal scratching over paper in a slow arching motion lightly filled the air around her. Looking over the newly illuminated landscape, Blake quickly finished up her rough sketch before taking out the water colour paints and adding the golden light at the top splayed and washing over the emerald ground, rippling like silken sheets.
Eyes staring at her latest masterpiece, Blake added two red orbs, those eyes that pierced her heart. Looking at the painting you would see only the vaguest hint of the landscape before her. Instead you would see was an image that would make a rock blush. A golden-haired beauty sprawled under green silken sheets, the ‘hills’ nearly cresting out of the sea of green.
“Another gift for my muse~” letting the air dry the water colours a little more before putting the image away. Dashing back up to the dorms to compare her work to the real thing, something she knew she couldn’t compare to.
Extras: Blake has a sketch book full of images of her muse. Said muse is completely aware of the sketch book, since Blake will shove a new drawing under her nose each day. That said, Blake will gladly paint a portrait of you… maybe with some creative liberties when it comes to poses. |
5,422 | 147 | 19 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
"Hmph, boring!" was Tilia's reaction when she saw Hildr just closing her fly nonchalantly. She had expected for her to at least blush or something but not even that. What a big, giant disappointment.
As she was looking at the teacher, she didn't realize that Blake had sneaked up on her. Thus, she gave a surprised yelp when the girl pushed down her paper down her uniform.
"W-what?"
She quickly turned around to see a familiar person. Oh, it's her. It was Blake Eights, another perverted girl like her. But unlike her, the girl was even more shameless. Look at how she unbuttoned her shirt like that, tantalizing anyone talking with her with a glimpse of her cleavage. She tried to pull off the same look but soon realized that you need quite the sizable... asset to pull it off.
Tilia hated to admit it, but she was jealous of her body. She doubted she would become that well-endowed in just a year.
"A-ah, it's you, Senpai!" Tilia replied cheerfully. "Whew, please don't sneak up on me like that!"
When Blake told her to peruse the paper she had given to her, she quickly pulled the thing out of her shirt. Not an easy feat, thanks to her tighter than usual uniform. When she did, she quickly opened it, only to discover a lewd drawing of her and Ms. Hildr.
"O-oh my..." she said to herself, her face reddening. Quickly, she closed it and stored it inside her pocket.
Even to the shameless girl, there was still some things that crossed the line. And that line was crossed with that drawing.
Really, that senpai was her one weakness. She wanted to tease innocent girls, not to be teased by a more lewd girl than herself. When she first met Blake, she tried cupping a feel of her breasts but the girl caught her in the act. And she pretty much told her that she knew she was a pervert before teasing her back. She felt terribly embarrassed and out of her element, and she ended up being one of those blushing girls she loved to tease.
The matter of her fly forgotten, she returned back to her seat and watched as the proceedings unfolded. To her surprise, it wasn't the student president who spoke. What happened to her? Was there a change of position that she didn't know about? Her speech seemed to be pretty normal though. That is, before she ended it with pretty much telling the entire school to swarm The Boss and Hildr.
Tilia quickly joined in on the crowd. With how everyone was pushing against each other, her perverted mind quickly activated. She used this opportunity to cope a feel of the various ample bottoms in front of her. She even brought the flies of their skirts down, revealing to her the various colors of the panties they wore. After all of this commotion was over, it would be interesting to see how they reacted to their little wardrobe malfunction. Of course, she used this opportunity to lower her own fly as well.
She was soon interrupted however by the arrival of a young woman. She knew very well that this was the Student President. And seeing how she was out of her breath, she probably came late and that was why she was replaced by another student. Her theory was soon torn apart however when she accused the new student president of taking her spot intentionally. She could tell how angry she was.
And then, Blake appeared, making an already bad situation even worse. Even she wouldn't have dared to do such a thing. Messing around with the Student President was one of the no-go lists for her pranks. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,423 | 147 | 20 | 1,209 | 235 | Lazing off, the winter princess remained in her noble posture while the various chatter amongst the other students echoed through the vast hall. Her eyes occasionally changed direction, peering across the auditorium with gentle interest at just how this building took shape and is capable of keeping upright. For Maya was good with numbers, in fact brilliant as a testament to her father's upbringing that formed her mind, but nevertheless her many calculations to this construction had proven effortless and futile; the numbers simply didn't add up. Perhaps she's missing a detail here or there, or perhaps she's still lacking in the knowledge front to truly analyze the weight, the shape and the pillar's strength to make it up. But one thing she'd promised herself, by the end of her term here at Saint Hirst, she'd be able to find the solution to this mindcracker of her's.
While her thoughts dabbled with numbers and letters and all other forms of numerical calculations, the chatter of the room ended with the sound of the speaker that would open the schoolyear. Mundane speech like last year, and the year before, but at the end of the day it's more to help newcomers. But the events that unfolded following the end of the speech formed a mayhem unequal to any one known before. Students threw themselves over the two teachers with a hint of bloodlust, or rather roomlust, as if they were savage apes from lands far below. But the refined, young, mafia-daughter remained seated while the stampede unfolded while softly pondering if any where to perish due to this unforeseen event.
Luckily no one did, as everyone got unhurt to the podium and recieved their roomnumbers and the like before breaking out into loud chatter once more, Maya finally took to her feets and moved towards the two teachers lightly as one of the very last. "Miss Hildr,
Madam Boss, may I have my roomnumber?" She spoke with a mixture of formal gentleness and harsh sterness, as she usually did when regarding her higher-ups. | Name: Maya Enilsdottir
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.
Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.
Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.
Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.
'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.
Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.
Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them |
5,424 | 147 | 21 | 2,487 | 9,775 | ✣ The Boss ✣
So things had gone from bad to worse; not only were the two competent teachers in the room being swarmed and buried by the majority of the student body but the true Student President had revealed herself in a raging huff. The false president, who both Rufie and Blake referred to as Dana, seemed to recoil under the accusation being given to her. Such was Rufie’s rage that a good chunk of the stampeding students quieted down and turned to see the commotion.
“…..Rufie! Oh my god, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!” Dana said in aghast, slapping her palms to her cheeks and letting loose a gasp. Ignoring Blake’s snickering she continued with, “Ah, but you see, I was the culprit all along! Clearly this was all in preparation for someone as overworking and stressful as you…my love.”
The collective gasps of some of the students masked the grunt Dana emitted as Blake hugged her from behind along with a hiss of, “I’ll tell you later,” in response to her question. Trying to manage the other girl on her, she made the effort to bend to one knee and extend an arm out for Rufie to take. “For you see, my dearest beloved, I wanted to relieve the burden of leadership from you; alas! I only sought to shoulder your responsibility of leading these fine youth into the future…as well as get you to wear that dashing dress…forgive me Rufie, for I have sinned! Forgive me…for loving too much and you, so little!”
As melodramatic as that all may have sounded, Dana’s words had actually managed to sway the hearts of the onlookers and some even began to chant, “Forgive her, forgive her,”. “Give me a break,” Boss muttered under her breath; she wasn’t sure if she should reward Dana for temporarily halting the student tsunami or suspend her for staring it in the first place. “May I have everyone’s attention please; please remain in your positions while I call out student names as well as their room numbers. After that, direct all questions and directions about your rooms to Mrs. Hildr.”
That gave her and Hildr some freedom of movement and the girls began to form small little groups for further space. And so began the long process of getting everyone informed and out of there. “Hello Sarah. You will be paired with Riley Rodgers in Room Three this year,” Boss said with a nod to her, sending the girl off before rolling out the rest of the names. “Tilia Fitzregald and Nadalena Kofenstein in Room Two. Blake Eights, Student President Rufie, and Dana in Room Five,” she said, getting through each girl one by one.
Soon enough there was only a few stragglers left, of which included Seyrun and Maya. “Hello to you too Maya. You will be rooming with Sina Segert in Room Four this year. Have a nice day,” Boss said, thankful that the process was over and done with. Given Dana’s interference, it could have gone a lot worse. “Is there anyone else that still needs their room number and roommate?” she called out into what was left of the crowd. | Name: The Boss
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Motif: If there’s one icon among the cosmos that best represents the Boss and her nature, it’s the ever elusive but never out of style work tie. Whether it be in grays, blacks, or dark blues, it has become a symbol of the Boss’ presence and sheer strength.
As Saint Hirst Academy is a school of prestige meant only for the best of the best, it only makes sense their instructors would be cut from the depth of quality. As such, those lucky enough to be taught by none other than the Boss should consider themselves in the presence of roundabout success. Hailing from the United States of New Columbia, the Boss was sent to first oversee the progress made in Saint Hirst before becoming one among their ranks.
It’s said she left behind a well taken care of financial empire back home and rumors have even sprung up that she’s actually the school’s Head Master in plain sight. Whether that be true or not, it’s clear to see she expects nothing more than the best effort that can be given. Yet despite her tough exterior, a soft spot for her students can be found. After all, she knows quite well the challenges of growing up, being a mother of two herself.
✣ Theme ✣ |
5,425 | 147 | 22 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Ceremony Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
Tilla Fitzgerald. Room 2.
She didn’t recognize the name, but something in Nadalena urged her that this was not the most optimal of arrangements. Would it be like last year when she was grouped with the loudmouthed girl whom she couldn’t be bothered with remembering the name of or would this be fundamentally worse somehow?
Whichever the case, Nadalena wasn’t sure how to take the news without any relevant information worth remembering about the name coming to mind. Fitzgerald was a surname that fit a few select norms and as much as Nadalena could presume it meant her new roommate was some variance of Francian, Britannian, or a derivative colony of either. To think the academy would even be afforded by colonials that were not akin to their szefowa nearly made Nadalena break character and smirk in amusement. Ignoring the thought, Nadalena continued to wait for further direction and for the ceremony to end proper; sitting, patient of what was to come of the rest of the morning. | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,426 | 147 | 23 | 474 | 129 | Riley Rodgers
Riley didn’t much care for the mess that was the opening ceremonies, she just wanted her room so she could be on her way. She brushed a stray lock of white blond hair out of her dark green eyes before attempting to find room 3, she would be sharing it with Sarah Finnigan, a fourth year. From what Riley could remember, the girl was always humming. Not that Riley would mind, she enjoyed music herself but was no good at producing it. No, she would stick to tinkering with her automatons.
Once in her room she found her things were already there, it seemed the staff were up to their usual standard of getting things done in a timely manner. She rifled through her things until she found her tools, she picked a desk and started tinkering. She wasn’t much for talking and so always dreaded the start of the year when they were assigned roommates. Everyone wanted to talk…and she was not that interesting. If she tinkered they generally left her to her own devices which was fine by Riley. She also had a tendency to unintentionally intimidate the other girls with her hulking frame. She was harmless – unless you were a bully. But her muscles said otherwise, not that she’d ever gotten into a fight at Saint Hirst but she’d heard the stories some of the other girls had made up about her. | Name: Riley Rodgers
Age: 17
Grade: 6th.
Nationality: Brittanian
Theme:
Riley is a lone wolf, she is very different from the other girls and so has learned to live by herself and do everything for herself. She doesn’t talk much but is friendly if the person who approached her is friendly towards her; albeit, she is a little terse at times without meaning to be.
Appearance: Riley stands a few inches over six feet tall and is solidly built with well-defined muscle tone (not body builder just athletic).Her long white blond hair is usually worn in a slicked back ponytail. Her dark green eyes are her most distinctive feature and her favorite feature about herself, she has scars up her arms and down her back, they’re small (and not from self-inflicted wounds).
Bio: Riley is the oldest of 4 girls, her father left shortly after she came to Saint Hirst Academy, no explanation to her sisters but she and her mother knew why. Riley has always been gifted at building and fixing things, she’s never come across a machine she couldn’t fix. Riley is particularly fond of inventing new things and has always been the rough and tumble sort of girl.
In her free time as a child Riley was involved in boxing (from her father), providing her with the hefty physique she currently enjoys. While she knows how to fight and has a nasty temper she is not one to needlessly get into physical confrontations. She uses her intimidating physique to keep people away and if necessary will step in when others are being bullied as it is not likely for someone to take her on in a physical fight.
Sample Post: Riley woke early, it was still dark out but that never bothered her. She turned the light on her desk on, illuminating a series of cogs and gears that she was tinkering with. She spent a few hours of intense focus adjusting the tightness of screws. Finally satisfied she put her tools away and admired her handiwork. She had made a mechanical puppy for her youngest sister’s birthday. Their family couldn’t afford a real puppy and Riley had scrimped and saved for the material to make the mechanical one. It had taken her months to figure out just how to build it so it would move correctly.
Her alarm beeped and she hurried to get dressed. She didn’t want to be late for breakfast again, her stomach growling during class never went over well. She pulled her white blond hair back into it’s usual pony tail, hurriedly brushed her teeth and headed down for breakfast. She propped a book open against her glass of orange juice as she ate her buttered toast. She ignored the girls who made snide comments about her bookish ways, she was a scholarship student, not that anyone else knew that.
Riley’s father had been against her going to Saint Hirst from the beginning. It turned out to be a major turning point for the family. The Rodgers had always been poor, not that her father didn’t make decent money but he squandered it on alcohol and gambling. Riley wanted the education that Saint Hirst Academy could provide her with, it could open doors not only for her but for her family as well. Riley was trying to make a better life for herself and her sisters, her family was everything to her. She and her father had always been close even if he did get too physical when he’d had one too many beers. The final straw had been when Mr. Rodgers came home drunk and was yelling at Riley that she couldn’t go take the placement exam for Saint Hirst, he wouldn’t allow it. It wasn’t his drunkenness or his rage or his physical threat towards Riley that did him in. No, what did him in was when little Amelia, Riley’s four-year-old sister at the time had begged him to stop. He rounded on her and cocked an arm back but before he could do anything to that precious child Riley had used what her father taught her in boxing to knock him out cold.
Once he came to he packed his things and left, telling Riley she could look out for the family for a change, see how well she did compared to him. To Mrs. Rodgers credit she didn’t allow her husband leaving to impact her girls more than it had to. They moved in with their grandparents and Riley was eventually accepted at Saint Hirst with a full scholarship. She viewed her time at the school as a gift, even if she didn’t fit in, this was the best place for her. Her intellect had never been challenged in such a way and now her other talents aside from the physical were blossoming.
Extras: |
5,427 | 147 | 24 | 2,070 | 149 | Ramona Herrman
"I can't believe I took the wrong train... So much for arriving early."
After disembarking in Sabrie's capital, it was needless to say Ray had been tired after her long journey. The warrior had figured out that she was in the wrong area due to the fact that a few townsfolk found it amusing when she had asked for directions to Saint Hirst Academy. Immediately, she hired a local horse and carriage, paying them more than enough to take her to the Academy as well as funding their journey back to the Capital.
A few hours later the carriage slowed to a stop at an entrance displaying a few banners which had indicated that the ceremony was being held inside. Before getting out Ramona turned, properly thanking the driver and picking up her luggage. She traveled lightly, only carrying a single suitcase and her trusted steel. It was taught to all knights to be prepared for anything, but to also travel light so that nothing would hinder a solider in the case of an emergency. Noting the time on the nearby clock tower it appeared that she had been a few minutes late. Rushing forward, Ramona wrenched open the large wooden door and entered what could only be described as absolute chaos.
Girls of all grades were seen clamoring towards the only two authority figures present. There seemed to be a misunderstanding with the events of the orientation, a prank of sorts. Nonetheless, these seemingly odd turn of events caused the swords-woman to tense in preparation of possible battle. Suddenly, to her left at the entrance she had just come through, a student who had obviously just sprinted over a mile strolled into the building looking quite annoyed. Ray's eyebrows rose ever so slightly. She was awed by the stark contrast of her homeland to the shenanigans displayed here.
Over the next few moments everything had been sorted out... somewhat. Before long, one of the authority figures, a busty woman with golden blonde hair began assigning room numbers to the students that surrounded her.
"Is there anyone that still needs their room number and roommate?" She questioned, the jurisdiction clear in her tone.
After standing on the sidelines quietly with her back against the wall, Ray finally stepped forward making her presence known. She stood tall, her back straight, chin held high, and eyes focused to attention as she addressed the boss woman.
"Excuse me madam." Ray spoke clearly, her voice calm and clipped like that of a professional officer.
"My apologies for arriving late. I ended up getting side tracked however, I understand that that is no excuse for my irresponsibility. Regardless, I have not revived my room assignment as well as my class schedule."
It was then that Ray had noticed more than a dozen eyes boring into her. Could it have been because of the way that she spoke? Or perhaps the sword that she held near her waist was intimidating to others? Not used to this much attention, Ramona felt her face heat up, no doubt a blush crept across her cheeks. She grit her teeth to attempt to hide her bashful nature and resumed her attention on the instructor before her.
I have just transferred here from Germania. My name is Herrman, Ramona Herrman." | Name: Ramona (Ray) Herrman
Age: 17 Years Old
Grade: 5th Grade
Nationality: Empire of Germania.
Theme: The White Knight. Due to her background and her chivalrous yet fearsome nature, it is obvious why this theme matches her perfectly. She is kind hearted, but also a force of nature. When a damsel is in distress she is the first one to defend a woman's virtue.
Appearance: Ramona has crimson red hair that usually is held back in a high ponytail during fights or while training. When casual, her hair is usually left down, ending towards the middle of her back. You usually know when she means business judging by her hairstyle. Her eyes are an emerald green. As lush and vibrant as the spring meadows that are scattered about her country. She stands at about 5'7'' and weighs around 150ibs, her weight giving her a slightly curvy frame. Ray walks with authority and determination. On the outside she is the picture perfect protector. On the inside however, is a fire raging to be unleashed. A wild child dying to express herself. After all, how can a flower bloom when it is being smothered? When she speaks she commands the attention of the entire room. People are known to respect both her intellect as well as her physical prowess.
Bio: The Empire of Germania is known for many things. One of which is their impressive, loyal warriors and protectors. Most would compare this group with King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. Leading the charge is first in command, Sir Alexandar Herrman. He is the first class warriors instructor as well as their chief in command. One day he met a maiden who was known to come from high nobility and important social standing. Tamsin Alt was one of the fairest elegable women in all of Germania. Though dozens of men have competed for her affection, Alexandar was the one who had won her heart.
Not long after their courtship, the two were married and had conceived a child. A girl whom they had named Ramona Jade. Ramona is derived from the Old German language as "protecting hands" while Jade stems from the enchanting color of her eyes. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth that resulted in Tamsin's death. Overcome with grief, Alexandars one and only way of coping was to raise their child to become the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever known. In addition to all of Ray's academic classes, she would also have lessons in both chivalry and swordsmanship. Every spare moment she had was dedicated to becoming a knight. In fact, by the age of five, the girl had already known the basic techniques in sword play... a skill that an average warrior would have had by the time they were ten.
As time went by she became the best in her rank. The best in the entire kingdom in fact. To the point where the instructors had become students themselves, overshadowed by her success.
Every year the league of warriors would hold a tournament. This tournament placed eligible fighters into their title. Whether it be something as common as a courtyard guardian or something as important as protecting his royal highness. Each swordsman would enter the tournament on their graduation day. Rather than have a ceremony like normal students, these potential defenders would compete for the highest honor.
However, by the time our White Knight had turned the age of 15, she had grown weary of the customs she was constantly surrounded by. She was tired of being known as "Alexandar's prodigy" or simply just "a warrior." She wanted to explore. She wanted to live life outside of her birdcage. To spread her wings and fly.
With much convincing and the promise of expanding her horizons as well as her experience, Ramona had reasoned with her father to allow her to transfer schools. As long as she returned by the time of the tournament and kept up with her lessons. Her main school of choice was none other than Saint Hirst Academy, a prestigious institution located in the small town of Sabrie.
Sample Post: The sun was beginning to rise as the dawn of another day in Germania commenced. Most of the townsfolk were beginning to set up shop to sell and trade goods. Farmers were starting to till their crops and feed their livestock. Meanwhile, since the witching hour Ramona Herrman had been busy in the Knights Academy Gymnasium putting in some last minute training.
"Axe kick! Good... now finish him." Alexandar commanded from the sidelines.
With one final blow, the punching bag Ray had been practicing on had snapped from its chains and fallen to the ground. Other warriors who had just arrived at the gym for their morning exercise had whooped and cheered in appreciation for their comrade.
"And that men, is how it is done." Alexandar beamed as he strode over to where Ramona had been standing. She had her hands on her knees and was panting heavily due to the extra effort she had put in her last attack. Her father gave her a stern look causing Ray to remember her surroundings as well as proper behavior, and stand at attention. She straightened her back so she stood tall and proud. Her chin held high, while her eyes stared straight forward with her hand near her forehead in a salute, awaiting further orders.
"At ease, at ease." The commander waved her off and presented a letter.
"This came for you a moment ago."
Ramona relaxed and took the parchment from her fathers grasp. The letter was held in an off white envelope with her name addressed on the front. She flipped it over and grinned upon seeing the seal of her dream school.
"It came." She smiled and roughly tore open the parcels contents.
She took a brief moment to read the first few sentences before folding the letter and placing it neatly in her messenger bag lying on a sparring bench nearby. A sense of excitement coarsed through her like a bolt of lightening.
She wanted to sing, wanted to dance, wanted to celebrate. She had been accepted. She was going to Saint Hirst Academy. But she knew better... Taking extra precaution in wiping the grin off her face she turned her heal and looked at her father with the decorum that was drilled into her since childhood.
"It seems that I have been accepted sir. With your permission, I would like to ready myself for departure in a matter of a few days. Classes will be starting soon, and with the institution being so far away, I thought it best I be prepared and become familiar with my surroundings before my studies commence." As she spoke her face gave nothing away. Her calm, business-like exterior was a stark contrast to what she had actually been feeling. Unfortunately, it was unacceptable for a knight to show any emotion, for fear it would make them seem weak.
Extra: Ramona wants nothing more than to have a seemingly normal life. No matter how brief a period in time that may be. Before she begins her duty to become a warrior for Germania, she would like to experience what it is to be a true adolescent. To be free. |
5,428 | 147 | 25 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
Soon, the crowd became more organized, and Tilia lost her chance to pull down more flies. So she behaved herself, standing in the line like the others. Of course, she still used the opportunity to pull down the fly of the girl in front of her, while the girl behind her was blushing furiously at her own opened fly, not knowing what to do.
After standing in the line for quite some time, she finally got her turn to talk with the Boss (her fly still undone thanks to the girl behind her being terribly shy to notice her about it). Nadalena Kofenstein, huh? So she would be her roommate? She wondered what kind of person she was. She hoped she would be a fun person to tease.
She then returned to her seat as she waited for the rest of the girls to be sorted. She noticed all sorts of pretty and interesting looking girls, from the blue-haired girl who looked like she gave off a wintry atmosphere around her, to the confident redhead who came late. She noticed the latter was carrying a sword with her. A swordswoman? Now that's interesting. She had a fancy of learning swordsmanship just so she could "accidentally" cut her opponent's clothes in combat, exposing her bra and panties to the world. Too bad she had no talent in it whatsoever. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,429 | 147 | 26 | 1,278 | 8,058 | Seyrun Riviathan
St. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Morning
Seyrun sat quietly and demurely through all the ordeal, caused by one of the Academy's resident problem children. Of course, the bouncing blonde wasn't the only one to cause trouble, as was evident by other figures like Eigths and Fitzgerald engaging in their shameless antics. It all amused Seyrun to a degree, but she couldn't help but notice that many others still decided to keep their distance and be lone wolves. The one student that called for her attention more than any other at the moment was the redheaded Germanian.
Generally speaking, carrying swords in open public is a privilege of either royalty or high nobility. Even then, this kind of behavior invited unwanted duels.
Seyrun wondered what kind of person this Ramona Herrman was?
As soon as all of the commotion died, Seyrun moved walked toward the teachers and asked for her room partner. Once she got the information she asked for, Seyrun couldn't help but smirk. "Well, I guess that I'm going to find it out faster than I imagined," she thought while making her way to her room, after excusing herself courteously.
St. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday
Lunch came faster than expected to Seyrun as well as many of the other students, especially the newcomers. The air of excitement was all over the place. Sadly, Seyrun didn't have a chance to meet with her roommate and see for herself what kind of person Herrman really was. Instead of going straight to her room, the Nordic girl went to the Academy's library.
While there, Seyrun caught wind of a very curious story that would come to be known by some of the other students by the time of lunch, as a rumor: Today's newspaper had an article talking about the mysterious disappearance of a pair of women over the weekend. The two of them had gone missing around the Rue Royale area, known for being a prime spot for the affluent gentlemen who are looking for some evening fun.
The only clue found by the authorities was an old styled Brittanian top hat. The maker's identification had long faded, but it is evidently a very worn out piece. All the other details regarding the events of the disappearance are a matter of speculation. One can only wonder what it could mean...
"That's indeed a very curious story. I wonder what happened? Nevertheless, it's not half as much curious as this one," Seyrun said as she approached the dining hall only to find a note stuck to the bulletin board right by the door.
"An invitation for the Mystery Investigation Society, meet up in the library, after classes... I didn't even know this Academy had such a society. Perhaps, I'll go give it a look," Seyrun said as she got into the hall and found a place to herself in one of the many tables spread across the magnificent room. | Character List10/12 Students Slots
♦ Seyrun Riviathan.
♦ Tilia Fitzregald.
♦ Maya Enilsdottir.
♦ Riley Rodgers.
♦ Sarah Finnigan.
♦ Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Sina Segert.
♦ Blake Eights.
♦ Ramona Herrman.
♦ Lyn Harris.
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Staff & Others
♦ The Boss.
♦ Hildr Reinhardt.
Room Arrangements
♦ Room 01: Seyrun Riviathan & Ramona Herrman.
♦ Room 02: Tilia Fitzregald & Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Room 03: Sarah Finnigan & Riley Rodgers.
♦ Room 04: Maya Enilsdottir & Sina Segert.
♦ Room 05: Blake Eights & Student President Rufie and Mistress Trash Can.
♦ Room 06: Lyn Harris |
5,430 | 147 | 27 | 368 | 357 | By the time the hall was organized, Sina was exhausted. Her and the other committee members were busy with the attempt to organize the students on their way to the teachers. It was a good thing that Rufie, the actual student council president, arrived. It was unfortunate about the shape she was in, but Sina was too busy with the mess that Dana caused to take any note of it. When the chaos ended, Sina did catch her room number and her new roommate's name, but there was something else that caught her eye as everything settled down.
Tilia Fitzgerald. Sina only had minute interactions with her before, and none of them were good. What was worse was Sina saw the girl pull down another's fly! While Sina was amused on the inside with her lewd behavior, such behavior was still unacceptable. Quickly, Sina took out a slip of paper from her handbook, colored yellow, and wrote on the slip of Tilia's indecent acts. Two copies would be made and Tilia would receive one while the other would go on top of the most likely overflowing paperwork pile the committee had. While yellow stood as a warning and would have no consequences attached, perhaps it will shake the girl. After Sina wrote the warning, she went toward Tilia and grabbed her shoulder with a loud cough as the girl waited in line, holding the slip of paper right in front of her. "You are very lucky this is the first day." Sina said with a heavy Germanian accent. "Next time I catch you committing an indecent act, the slip of paper will not be yellow." With her warning set in stone, Sina continued her duties until she herself could retrieve her room number.
Midday....
Lunch soon came, and with that Sina's surprise that the rest of the day was so far without a hitch besides the opening day's paperwork in the discipline committee's room. But the Germanian girl would not count on there not being any more trouble considering what happened this morning. She could not help but admire the structure, and the air, of the dining hall yet again. Everything was bright and the girls all seemed to be having a good time. The notice board also seemed to be filled already, but Sina did not read it yet. She was more preoccupied with acquiring food, with all of the food offered by the academy richer and tastier than any of the food she had back home on top of Sina's hunger. Taking a tray, Sina looked for a seat and spotted a blue haired girl and immediately thought of how she looked to be of highborn status with a bit of a reminder of looking at pictures of ice from the Nordlands. Sina pondered for a moment before she remembered who the girl was.
Oh, she is Riviathan. She is from my grade. Sina decided to make her way over to the Nordland woman, careful not to bump into anyone on the way. "Mind if I sit with you?" Sina politely asked Riviathan as she put down her tray, but was prepared to move it if the girl declined her offer. | Name: Sina Segert
Age: 17
Grade: 5th
Nationality: Empire of Germania
Theme: Discipline Committee armband. Sina is known to be a member of the discipline committee.
Appearance: Sina is 5'6 feet tall and 125lbs. Often wears or otherwise possesses a white scarf made by her grandfather no matter her attire. Often wears the just-past-knee-high version of the uniform, with black stockings.
Bio: Sina Segert was born in the city of Brasren in the Empire of Germania to a poor farmer in the city's local hospital. Both the father and the mother, while happy that they finally had a child after trying so hard to have one, were not in the best financial straits to begin with. Having a child put them in even more danger financially than before. Not wanting their daughter to have to suffer the same as they, Sina's parents managed to scrap enough money together to send their daughter to a local school.
Sina was always a smart kid, far surpassing her peers in her studies and schooling despite them being in better financial waters. Though she had to sometimes come home to nothing but water, Sina was grateful for the opportunity to learn. One of the first lessons that Sina learned was to be prompt and on time, and follow the rules. Most of the other children caused some kind of disturbance but were able to get away with it. However, if Sina caused any kind of commotion she quickly found herself being punished due to being outside the normal social class and the bias that comes with it. She had no friends in her early years, but she certainly proved herself able to handle whatever assignments the teacher handed over, even if her own assignments were startlingly more difficult than the others.
One dream that Sina shared with her classmates was to go to Saint Hirst. Every so often, an opportunity for the students of Germania to take the exam for Saint Hirst would arise. Sina, like her classmates, decided to take the exam to see if she could go to the legendary Saint Hirst. Unlike the rest of her classmates, however, Sina was the only one to pass the exam despite its difficulty. While her classmates claimed that the test was unfair, Sina's parents were ecstatic to hear the news and immediately began to make preparations to allow her to head to the academy as one of its scholarship students, and later decided not to reveal such a status.
The first year of Saint Hirst that Sina attended was when she developed into a young lady. However, while most ladies thought of men as potential suitors Sina developed differently. She started to look at women, feeling no desire towards men. At first, it was strange to her but eventually she figured out that she was only attracted to the same sex. Sina simply became aware of this, took note of it, and moved on. By year three Sina joined the disciplinary committee to both help guide other students onto the right path and because she simply liked having the power over others, though she never abused her power.
Sample Post: An alarm clock sounded as Sina woke up in the at the farm. Every year Sina came back to her parent's farm in Germania to visit her family, and the family was doing well. But today was the final day before she moved back to Saint Hirst. She could never get up without waiting at least a few minutes in bed trying to wake up. Finally, after staring at the ceiling for five minutes Sina lifted her legs out of the bed slowly and rose up. If she were at the academy on a weekday, Sina would be moving at a much faster pace. However, there was no rush here and she decided to allow the luxury.
"Sina! Time for breakfast!" Sina's mother yelled from downstairs, to which Sina replied "I will be there in a minute!" And a minute Sina would be. She quickly got dressed into something more presentable than her night clothing and went downstairs. She was right on time to meet her parents at the dinner table. After sitting down, there was some small talk, followed by talk about Sina heading back to Saint Hirst. Sina shared a few stories of what it was like at Saint Hirst, mostly about the reactions of the students that she had to write up. A few jokes from her mother made Sina giggle while relaxed in her chair just like when she was at Saint Hirst. Eventually, despite the relaxing atmosphere and Sina's own relaxation it was time to go. All of them began to make the preparations to head to the train station that will take Sina and her luggage to the border and finally to Saint Hirst.
Extras: Sina keeps a journal that is used to log her thoughts of a particular day. |
5,431 | 147 | 28 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
"Ehem!"
Tilia nearly jumped when out of nowhere, a hand landed on her shoulder, accompanied by an obviously fake cough. She turned around to see a girl frowning holding a piece of paper towards her.
"You are very lucky this is the first day. Next time I catch you committing an indecent act, the slip of paper will not be yellow."
Now Tilia understood. She was a member of the disciplinary committee, obvious from the armband she's wearing. And she certainly looked quite displeased.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, senpai! If you're referring to my fly being open, that was totally, 100%, an honest mistake!" Tilia answered cheerfully, pretending to not know her crimes.
After she left, Tilia read the paper. Yep, she totally knew everything.
Oh well. What's a little excitement without a little risk? She would just make sure she wouldn't get caught next time.
And dear miss disciplinary committee had forgotten to tell her to zip her still open fly. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,432 | 147 | 29 | 1,409 | 1,959 | Reinhardt
"Well...that was something." Hildr remarked bluntly, eyebrows raised in the stages direction as she was caught between laughing and groaning at the public display of affection(?) from the impostor Dana. At the very least it had caught the attention of the students and Boss was all too ready to capitalize on their awe to rally them into some sense of order.
On the stage, Rufie received the confession of unyielding love with an unwavering scowl till she found Dana kneeling before her with everything but the ring. That Blake was still clinging to her back diminished the intended effect rather substantially if anyone bought it at all.
"Ahem, if I could have the attention of the students not already enjoying my...associates farce." She announced, whirling to face the masses in such a way her frilly dress lightly struck Dana across the face, snubbing her proposal to the shocked gasps of several. "For those of you new, allow me to introduce the Student Council. I am your actual president, so please call me Rufie. You may have also noticed my Vice President, Ms. Eights, and well as our Treasurer, Dana. Furthermore, Dana is, rather obviously, an accomplished thespian of our own Saint Hirst Theater. Though suffice it to say, I much prefer her performance as the lead in last year's Candide to her earlier work in the romantic styling."
"For any such students interested in endeavors of acting, please do feel free to consult with my excitable associate, otherwise I ask you take what she says with a grain of salt. We are ladies of class, not the future aspirants of some bordello." Rufie concluded with a withering glare at the open perversion displayed by several trouble makers among them already, and most assuredly the ones behind her before departing the stage to go about her business as a student.
This ended the show, as it were, interest waning when Dana's profession was torn apart like oh so many love letters slipped into the lockers of ladies amidst the bloom of dawning maturity, leaving the teachers confronted with another attention getter who rather suited the rose analogy in Hildr's head.
"Oh, a native of my homeland I see!" The teacher piped in enthusiastically despite the noble girl seeking Boss' favor, and looked her over from head to toe with a nod of approval. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, so don't concern yourself too much with a bit of lateness. Boss here will give you grief for it, but here at Hirst, nothing is unforgivable so long as you are willing to work to rectify it. Rumor has it some of our best and brightest alumni were in fact near-do-wells and delinquents who slept through half their classes!"
Before Boss could chide her for spreading less then flattering tales, her eyes flickered down to the schedules and sheets mirroring Boss' own, rifling through it's alphabetized listing to come upon the one called for. "Ah, it does appear you'll be in Room 1 with Seyrun Leviathan. Certainly better accommodation then what Kofenstein is putting up with. At the very least she'll respect your steal enough to leave it be, though do take care in leaving it sheathed." The teacher said, her amicable tone taking a more commanding edge. "It is your right to carry a sword on these grounds, but I will not tolerate it being drawn against a student, staff, or faculty here. That is a mark of pride and stature, not an instrument of threat."
It only took a glance to Ramona to assure Hildr the threat was unneeded, but such a declaration was for the benefit of weary onlookers who'd likely never seen a drawn blade not resting upon their dining table. Flashing a grin to the Germanian rose, the teacher readily amended, "Though we certainly have facilities to keep your arm in practise, if the interest fancies you." | Name: Hildr Reinhardt.
Age: Don't Ask.
Nationality: Western Germanian.
Theme: A maternal figure among the Saint Hirst teaching staff, the Germanian woman is as approachable as she is fallible. She forgets the names of new students, rushes to get her mountains of tests graded, and suffers wardrobe malfunctions like any other student, perhaps more so. While the Boss favors her attire as a symbol of stark severity and power, Hildr comes across as a more typical worker who is somewhere between sloven and devout in their efforts.
She's a mother of three and dearly devoted to her daughters, being something of an insufferable empty-nester in their absence, as any coworker could attest, and had left her past employment in favor of a position where she can mold the promising youth's of tomorrow with a gentle hand and probably a dirty joke or two. Prone to being overtly affectionate and has little regard for personal space when intoxicated or excited, though that is considered by many to be typical of Germanian's. |
5,433 | 147 | 30 | 2,070 | 149 | Ramona Herrman
While Ramona stood patiently, waiting for a response from the buxom blonde holding the roster. Another voice spoke causing the warriors attention to shift. Approaching the Boss's left side was the other authority figure leading the orientation. A serious looking brunette with a face that said she had no tolerance for rule breaking.
"Oh, a native of my homeland I see!" She spoke enthusiastically while giving Ray a quick assessment. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, so don't concern yourself too much with a bit of lateness. Boss here will give you grief for it, but here at Hirst, nothing is unforgivable so long as you are willing to work to rectify it. Rumor has it some of our best and brightest alumni were in fact near-do-wells and delinquents who slept through half their classes!"
Ray remained standing, quietly lost in thought while processing the conversation. She wondered idly if her fellow Germanian knew anything about the Knights Order. More importantly, whether or not she had known the Herrman name. This worried Ray slightly due to the fact that she had wanted a different lifestyle here than the one she had at home. Escaping her family background was detrimental to her independent experience. Her calm demeanor faltered slightly displaying an anxious look across her face. All she wanted to do was take a quick nap, the long journey had drained her of all her energy, and it was important that she maintained her strength at all times.
However relieved that her tardiness would receive no repercussions, it irritated Ramona slightly by being compared to that of a trouble maker. The red head was known at home for her proper behavior as well as her outstanding attendance and perfect grades. Rules and order have been ingrained into her since her early childhood. She was a firm believer in stability, harmony, and cooperation. The very notion that Ramona was anything less than upstanding had offended the prideful warrior.
Before Ramona had a chance to speak however, the instructor spoke once more after looking over an identical list to the one the other teacher was holding. "Ah, it does appear you'll be in Room 1 with Seyrun Leviathan. Certainly better accommodation then what Kofenstein is putting up with. At the very least she'll respect your steal enough to leave it be, though do take care in leaving it sheathed."
Upon hearing her roommates name as well as the room number she made a point to memorize the new information as it would be useful to her later.
"Leviathan?" Ramona thought while attempting to hide her amused expression.
"Like the sea monster? Interesting." It was then that Ramona had noticed the teacher eyeing her sword.
"It is your right to carry a sword on these grounds, but I will not tolerate it being drawn against a student, staff, or faculty here. That is a mark of pride and stature, not an instrument of threat."
The remark had not offended Ray. It was understood that the faculties main concern was that of the safety of their students. It had been necessary for the teacher to be sure to mention the important yet unique rule pertaining to Ramona's own accessory.
The brunette smiled wide and welcoming. immediately moving the subject to a less defensive nature. "Though we certainly have facilities to keep your arm in practice, if the interest fancies you."
The white knight nodded, her small, polite smile materializing out of thin air.
"Rest assured madam, no harm will come to the students or staff that attend Saint Hirst Academy. I was taught long ago that honor and morality superseded ones own self indulgence. Order is everything. Chaos is only the path to humanities destruction." Those last words caused Ramona's smile to vanish, putting in its place her usual serious expression.
Kneeling slightly, Ray grasped the handle of her suitcase that had been sitting next to her on the ground. She lifted her luggage and relaxed a little, out of nervous habit, she ran her fingers through her fiery red hair and scratched the back of her head.
"As for those facilities you mentioned, I would be delighted to put them to good use. In fact, if you wouldn't mind showing me its location, I would very much appreciate it."
She paused for a moment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "However, if it is no inconvenience, I must take my leave in order to grow accommodated to my new surrounding."
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Once orientation had ended, Ramona began walking toward the adjacent building known as the Saint Hirst Dormatories. Before leaving the dining hall she was sure to grab a map of the school grounds laying on a table near the exit. One quick look at the map had told her which direction to go in order to make it to the room she would be using for the rest of the school year. As she strolled down the hallway, she took the time to notice the ornate detail of the decor themed about the building. It reminded her of the gothic victorian style which had mimicked the Germanian castle. After it's redesign of course.
Before long, she turned to her left and in front of her was a large wooden door carved out of the finest mahogany. A gold plaque hung on the center reading: "Room One."
"Guess this is the place." Ray mumbled, bracing herself for yet another social encounter.
She entered the bedroom and even though she expected her roommate to have already been there, she was surprised to find that she was alone. She surveyed the room, noting the attention to detail. The furnishings were beautiful as well as expensive. It consisted of two of everything. Study carols, queen sized beds, and bed side tables. There were also two walk in closets. One bathroom stood adjacent to one of the study carols while across the room was a french double doorway also acting as windows. Upon further investigation, Ramona noted that it had also led out to a balcony over looking one of the courtyards that housed a garden so grand, that its beauty had mirrored that of the infamous Eden.
She set her suitcase onto the bed nearest the entrance and began unpacking her few things. She made sure to leave the bed nearest the window for her roommate, whom she was sure would appreciate the view more than her. The items Ramona had brought were minimalist at best. It consisted of basic toiletries, five outfits for any occasion, and three school uniforms. Her only personal belonging was, or course, her sword and a picture of her mother. Even though she had never met the woman, she had been told countless times that she was spitting image of her in looks as well as personality.
She set the frame on her now claimed bedside table and began to change out of her armor. Hanging the metal chain-mail onto a hanger, she placed it carefully and respectfully into the closet. Ray then continued unpacking and putting things away in her underwear, not thinking about the fact that she now shared a room with someone. This behavior had not been unusual for her at home due to the fact that she had always had her own accommodations. She wore a pair of black, lace boy shorts; as well as a matching bra with a single purple bow in its center. This only enhanced her curvaceous frame, large thighs, and bountiful breasts usually hidden by her thick, heavy, armor.
After putting everything in its proper place, the warrior collapsed onto her bed and felt her eyelids grow heavy. Her long, scarlet locks fanned across the pillow beside her while her porcelain arms were held above her head. The goose down feathers were just enough to put the red head in a coma like state, unaware that she had forgotten to schedule an alarm. | Name: Ramona (Ray) Herrman
Age: 17 Years Old
Grade: 5th Grade
Nationality: Empire of Germania.
Theme: The White Knight. Due to her background and her chivalrous yet fearsome nature, it is obvious why this theme matches her perfectly. She is kind hearted, but also a force of nature. When a damsel is in distress she is the first one to defend a woman's virtue.
Appearance: Ramona has crimson red hair that usually is held back in a high ponytail during fights or while training. When casual, her hair is usually left down, ending towards the middle of her back. You usually know when she means business judging by her hairstyle. Her eyes are an emerald green. As lush and vibrant as the spring meadows that are scattered about her country. She stands at about 5'7'' and weighs around 150ibs, her weight giving her a slightly curvy frame. Ray walks with authority and determination. On the outside she is the picture perfect protector. On the inside however, is a fire raging to be unleashed. A wild child dying to express herself. After all, how can a flower bloom when it is being smothered? When she speaks she commands the attention of the entire room. People are known to respect both her intellect as well as her physical prowess.
Bio: The Empire of Germania is known for many things. One of which is their impressive, loyal warriors and protectors. Most would compare this group with King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. Leading the charge is first in command, Sir Alexandar Herrman. He is the first class warriors instructor as well as their chief in command. One day he met a maiden who was known to come from high nobility and important social standing. Tamsin Alt was one of the fairest elegable women in all of Germania. Though dozens of men have competed for her affection, Alexandar was the one who had won her heart.
Not long after their courtship, the two were married and had conceived a child. A girl whom they had named Ramona Jade. Ramona is derived from the Old German language as "protecting hands" while Jade stems from the enchanting color of her eyes. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth that resulted in Tamsin's death. Overcome with grief, Alexandars one and only way of coping was to raise their child to become the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever known. In addition to all of Ray's academic classes, she would also have lessons in both chivalry and swordsmanship. Every spare moment she had was dedicated to becoming a knight. In fact, by the age of five, the girl had already known the basic techniques in sword play... a skill that an average warrior would have had by the time they were ten.
As time went by she became the best in her rank. The best in the entire kingdom in fact. To the point where the instructors had become students themselves, overshadowed by her success.
Every year the league of warriors would hold a tournament. This tournament placed eligible fighters into their title. Whether it be something as common as a courtyard guardian or something as important as protecting his royal highness. Each swordsman would enter the tournament on their graduation day. Rather than have a ceremony like normal students, these potential defenders would compete for the highest honor.
However, by the time our White Knight had turned the age of 15, she had grown weary of the customs she was constantly surrounded by. She was tired of being known as "Alexandar's prodigy" or simply just "a warrior." She wanted to explore. She wanted to live life outside of her birdcage. To spread her wings and fly.
With much convincing and the promise of expanding her horizons as well as her experience, Ramona had reasoned with her father to allow her to transfer schools. As long as she returned by the time of the tournament and kept up with her lessons. Her main school of choice was none other than Saint Hirst Academy, a prestigious institution located in the small town of Sabrie.
Sample Post: The sun was beginning to rise as the dawn of another day in Germania commenced. Most of the townsfolk were beginning to set up shop to sell and trade goods. Farmers were starting to till their crops and feed their livestock. Meanwhile, since the witching hour Ramona Herrman had been busy in the Knights Academy Gymnasium putting in some last minute training.
"Axe kick! Good... now finish him." Alexandar commanded from the sidelines.
With one final blow, the punching bag Ray had been practicing on had snapped from its chains and fallen to the ground. Other warriors who had just arrived at the gym for their morning exercise had whooped and cheered in appreciation for their comrade.
"And that men, is how it is done." Alexandar beamed as he strode over to where Ramona had been standing. She had her hands on her knees and was panting heavily due to the extra effort she had put in her last attack. Her father gave her a stern look causing Ray to remember her surroundings as well as proper behavior, and stand at attention. She straightened her back so she stood tall and proud. Her chin held high, while her eyes stared straight forward with her hand near her forehead in a salute, awaiting further orders.
"At ease, at ease." The commander waved her off and presented a letter.
"This came for you a moment ago."
Ramona relaxed and took the parchment from her fathers grasp. The letter was held in an off white envelope with her name addressed on the front. She flipped it over and grinned upon seeing the seal of her dream school.
"It came." She smiled and roughly tore open the parcels contents.
She took a brief moment to read the first few sentences before folding the letter and placing it neatly in her messenger bag lying on a sparring bench nearby. A sense of excitement coarsed through her like a bolt of lightening.
She wanted to sing, wanted to dance, wanted to celebrate. She had been accepted. She was going to Saint Hirst Academy. But she knew better... Taking extra precaution in wiping the grin off her face she turned her heal and looked at her father with the decorum that was drilled into her since childhood.
"It seems that I have been accepted sir. With your permission, I would like to ready myself for departure in a matter of a few days. Classes will be starting soon, and with the institution being so far away, I thought it best I be prepared and become familiar with my surroundings before my studies commence." As she spoke her face gave nothing away. Her calm, business-like exterior was a stark contrast to what she had actually been feeling. Unfortunately, it was unacceptable for a knight to show any emotion, for fear it would make them seem weak.
Extra: Ramona wants nothing more than to have a seemingly normal life. No matter how brief a period in time that may be. Before she begins her duty to become a warrior for Germania, she would like to experience what it is to be a true adolescent. To be free. |
5,434 | 147 | 31 | 1,209 | 235 | Nodding in turn to the Boss, Maya took off with her eyes seemingly closed, her feet pulling her along while her great memory guided her towards the dormitory. The halls were filled with the same chatter that annoyed her greatly, talks about fun things to come, fun things that have passed, and more and more fun. Maya shuddered lightly, she wished for the classes to begin. Because only there could the frozen mafia princess perform at her best. Her best was not necessarily the classes' best, aside from maths were she was a clear cut above average, but at the very least she could be satisfied there.
Halfways to her new sleeping quarters, the thought struck her. Sina Segert was her room mate? The disciplinary officer? Well, it beats living with one of the awfully many perverts running rampant on the campus, Maya concluded, as long as Sina didn't bother too much with rules within the room. Maya couldn't quite remember ever chatting with her, but then again Maya hardly ever spoke words as it was. Social inaptitude was her curse.
And finally reaching the dorm, she entered while giving the housekeep a gentle nod, before quickly turning to her room. Number 4 was plastered on one door, and she opened the door. Clean and empty, satisfyingly so, Maya thought. While the other students were all in arms for food, Maya decided to sit down in her new room, unpacking her items and stuffing it into the wardrobe on her side of the room. And afterwards, a sigh. "Why, dare I ask, is it so bloody hot.." She muttered faintly, before her eyes shut close briefly.
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Grumble, grumble, that was the sound her stomach echoed softly. But it was enough to wake her up, and the groggy blonde realized she'd not only fallen asleep, but also undressed in her sleep. It felt rather cool to her barren skin, the soft wind flying into her room from the open window. Was it always open? She didn't remember. Either way, she pulled on her clothing and marched towards the cafeteria, a book brought along to keep her company. | Name: Maya Enilsdottir
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.
Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.
Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.
Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.
'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.
Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.
Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them |
5,435 | 147 | 32 | 2,487 | 9,775 | ✣ The Boss ✣
“Hmmpf. Kill joy…” Whether Rufie would hear the words or not wasn’t really a concern of Dana’s, but the slap via dress really wasn’t appreciated. Rubbing her cheek where it had made its soft mark, she sat back with Blake clinging to her still and listened to what kind of excuse the Student President would make up for her this time. And honestly, it took most of her muscles and Blake’s to keep her from laughing aloud and further disrupting the crowd even more.
Only when Rufie said her final piece and walked off the stage was the blonde girl right back to bouncing, running after the Student President. Of course, Blake still clung but that wasn’t much of an issue. “Oh ho, a thespian? Really? Wow, wow, and you call me the liar,” she snickered, making sure to keep two feet behind Rufie in case she wanted to turn and smack the both of them. “Ah, but the theater truly does call out for my black heart Rufie. And who’s to say my words weren’t really cries of remorse and desire. Ah, so romantic, ah, so spicy!”
With those three gone, the general crowd had significantly lowered in energy and chaos. Boss turned her sights on some of the last few students still need in clearance, one of which looked rather regal and spoke of familiar authority. But before she could respond to Ramona, Hildr already had it covered, explaining both her room number and the policy on carrying around weapons.
“So long as I don’t catch wind of it. Welcome to the Academy,” she said to the young Germanian and sending her off. The students would have a short interval before lunch time would gather them all together. It would take every moment of it to get through the mountains of paperwork Boss and Hildr would find in their offices after direction student traffic from orientation. “I feel like I need a break already,” she said to the other woman, already picking up on the yellow slice of paper sitting still in the pile.
“Another notice of discipline…can’t be Dana or Blake. They’re both smart enough to not be caught. And even if they were, red is much more suiting for them,” she said, sitting at her desk and already getting to work tackling the mounds. “You might as well make yourself comfortable Hildr. Nothing big happens on the first day of school.” | Name: The Boss
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Motif: If there’s one icon among the cosmos that best represents the Boss and her nature, it’s the ever elusive but never out of style work tie. Whether it be in grays, blacks, or dark blues, it has become a symbol of the Boss’ presence and sheer strength.
As Saint Hirst Academy is a school of prestige meant only for the best of the best, it only makes sense their instructors would be cut from the depth of quality. As such, those lucky enough to be taught by none other than the Boss should consider themselves in the presence of roundabout success. Hailing from the United States of New Columbia, the Boss was sent to first oversee the progress made in Saint Hirst before becoming one among their ranks.
It’s said she left behind a well taken care of financial empire back home and rumors have even sprung up that she’s actually the school’s Head Master in plain sight. Whether that be true or not, it’s clear to see she expects nothing more than the best effort that can be given. Yet despite her tough exterior, a soft spot for her students can be found. After all, she knows quite well the challenges of growing up, being a mother of two herself.
✣ Theme ✣ |
5,436 | 147 | 33 | 1,522 | 1,025 | Blake Eights
She had to admit, Rufie sure knew how to take refuge in audacity! Calling Dana a thespian? The term could equally be applied to Rufie with the face she showed the student body, Blake and Dana among the few privy to the simmering rage so cleverly hidden beneath the facade. Mouth brushing against Dana's ear, a rumbling murmur quietly escaped Blake's lips.
"I prefer the private shows you put on where you help me with my art classes~" looking at the mob of a student body being assigned their rooms, Blake sent the group a general wink as she was dragged along by Dana, her grip slipping so her arms were now around Dana's waistline and snickered into Dana's back.
"Careful, careful! We gotta get out of sight before I slip further~! A wardrobe malfuntion the first day would ab-so-lutely shatter the prestige the Student Council has!" legs scrambling behind her to keep up with Dana and Rufie, although not too hard and if an observer didn't know better they would likely suspect Blake's goals. Out of sight of most of the student body, Blake finally straightened herself, bust running softly up Dana's back and her grip now under Dana's chest.
"Next time, Dana, let me in on the act. The VP can give you soooo much more credence when you play Prez! Plus I would love to see how you fit yourself into Rufie's uniform." Chin on Dana's shoulder, Blake giggled and watched Rufie's retreating figure.
"Speaking of spicy, want to grab a bite to eat? I'm sure we can find an excuse to be intimate with it that neither teachers or Rufie can get jealous about. Spicy food can be messy after all..." biting her lips and letting her artists imagination run wild, Blake tugged on Dana's wrist
"Plus if you accidentally get the uniform dirty we have an excuse to drag you to our room and trying on all of Rufie's clothes together!" | Name: Blake Eights
Age: 16
Grade: 5
Nationality: New Holland
Theme: Spider
Appearance: 155cm 50kg
Bio: Blake was born in the island nation of New Holland to unknown parents and was communally raised by the town. It was a land only just now being tamed and finally entering the world stage. The colonization efforts were hard, but once a foothold was established the harsh country became a wonderland for scientists and artists alike to make a name for themselves documenting the new flora and fauna to be found. Red soil stained the deserts and rich green forests littered the coastline. A veritable rainbow birds speckled the air with their pigments and although taming was the only appropriate word for what was happening to New Holland the harshness of any area beyond the coastline coupled with fauna that had an almost unnatural tendency towards poison made a true taming of the land a distant dream.
It was in this land that Blake grew as an artist, depicting the wonders of the land around her, the exploits of those who ventured into the land and the treasures they brought back. Seeing the blossoming talent, the townsfolk felt that Blake would have better prospects outside of the frontier town they were and petitioned for her to go to Saint Hirst Academy. It had nothing to do with the Madame from the brothel commissioning Blake to make advertisements for her establishment. However it was only once she was admitted into Saint Hirst Academy that Blake found her muse.
Sample Post: The warm glow of the sun cresting the horizon lit the silhouette of a shorter girl sitting at an easel. Legs not reaching the ground from her stool, the sound of charcoal scratching over paper in a slow arching motion lightly filled the air around her. Looking over the newly illuminated landscape, Blake quickly finished up her rough sketch before taking out the water colour paints and adding the golden light at the top splayed and washing over the emerald ground, rippling like silken sheets.
Eyes staring at her latest masterpiece, Blake added two red orbs, those eyes that pierced her heart. Looking at the painting you would see only the vaguest hint of the landscape before her. Instead you would see was an image that would make a rock blush. A golden-haired beauty sprawled under green silken sheets, the ‘hills’ nearly cresting out of the sea of green.
“Another gift for my muse~” letting the air dry the water colours a little more before putting the image away. Dashing back up to the dorms to compare her work to the real thing, something she knew she couldn’t compare to.
Extras: Blake has a sketch book full of images of her muse. Said muse is completely aware of the sketch book, since Blake will shove a new drawing under her nose each day. That said, Blake will gladly paint a portrait of you… maybe with some creative liberties when it comes to poses. |
5,437 | 147 | 34 | 1,278 | 8,058 | Seyrun Riviathan
St. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday
"Please, make yourself at home," Seyrun absentmindedly replied to the voice asking to sit beside her without looking up from the newspaper she had. It took her a second to process the information and turn around to face the girl who talked with her. "Oh, you must be Miss Sina Segert, right?" the Nordic girl added after she took a moment to scan her memory.
In the end, it was the air of discipline that hovered around Sina, as if authority exuded from the catchy armband attached to her uniform that gave away her identity to Seyrun.
"I don't think we have ever had the chance to talk like this," Seyrun folded the newspaper and rested it on the table —leaving the news about the mysterious disappearances facing upwards— before getting back to her feet. "I'm Seyrun Riviathan. I'm glad to finally make your acquaintance," she added, before extending her hand.
"Please, make yourself at home," Seyrun repeated herself, this time paying attention to her words while beckoning Sina to take a seat beside hers.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" | Character List10/12 Students Slots
♦ Seyrun Riviathan.
♦ Tilia Fitzregald.
♦ Maya Enilsdottir.
♦ Riley Rodgers.
♦ Sarah Finnigan.
♦ Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Sina Segert.
♦ Blake Eights.
♦ Ramona Herrman.
♦ Lyn Harris.
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Staff & Others
♦ The Boss.
♦ Hildr Reinhardt.
Room Arrangements
♦ Room 01: Seyrun Riviathan & Ramona Herrman.
♦ Room 02: Tilia Fitzregald & Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Room 03: Sarah Finnigan & Riley Rodgers.
♦ Room 04: Maya Enilsdottir & Sina Segert.
♦ Room 05: Blake Eights & Student President Rufie and Mistress Trash Can.
♦ Room 06: Lyn Harris |
5,438 | 147 | 35 | 2,070 | 149 | Ramona Herrman
*Gurgle Gurgle...*
The red head awoke suddenly just a few hours after she had passed out. The source of the sound that had brought her back to life was that of her stomach rumbling furiously. It was then that Ramona remembered that she had not had a meal since the night before, when she first boarded the train.
"Hmmm..." She moaned as her eyes slid, glancing at the clock on her nightstand.
It was just a little past noon. According to the schedule she had just recieved, all students should be at the cafeteria eating lunch.
"Perfect." Ray thought happily as she scooted out of bed.
One of her favorite things other than sword play was food. Especially when it came to pasta or dessert. She stood up, walking towards the bathroom in order to get ready to face the public. Her brush sat idly on the bathroom sink. Picking it up, she began to work out horrible knots that she usually got after a good nap. This would be her first day at a normal school. No longer would she be known as the "Captains daughter." Today she was Ramona. A simple highschooler.
She made her way over to the walk in closet the dorm room had offered. It was barren, only approximately one/fourth of it was currently being used. For a moment she stared at her armor, wanting to reach out and put it on like shes always had. It was the first time in years that she would be seen out in public without the metal frame hiding her figure. Taking a deep breath, she moved the armor aside and picked out one of the school uniforms used for chilly weather.
The white button up had been a perfect fit. Her D-cups which were usually hidden, were the only part of her anatomy that had been struggling against the fabric. The shirt had been tucked into her plaid skirt, the hem ending just above her knees. In turn, this made her curvy frame even more apparent. Her hourglass figure only being complimented by the schools mandatory dress code. Accompanying the outfit was a pair of black thigh-highs and dress shoes. The only difference that made her stand out from the rest of the student body, (other than her fiery hair) was her silver sword that hung off of her wide hips.
She knew how odd it must have looked for her to still carry her sword... but she didnt care. Without her armor on Ray felt naked, defenseless even. The sword had been her only comfort and without it, she didnt think she could face social encounters.
After finally being dressed and ready for the days events, Ramona pulled out the map of the school and started heading towards the cafeteria.
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After maneuvering her way through the lunch line and loading her tray with a good balance of protein and essential vitamins, Ray stood near the dining halls entrance unsure of what to do next. She looked around for a place to sit but saw no empty tables. Due to her upbringing, she thought it rude to just invite herself to sit among stangers. For a moment she thought about possibly taking her food outside since it was against the rules to eat anywhere other than the cafeteria building.
Unsure of what to do, she simply just stood there like a dumbass. | Name: Ramona (Ray) Herrman
Age: 17 Years Old
Grade: 5th Grade
Nationality: Empire of Germania.
Theme: The White Knight. Due to her background and her chivalrous yet fearsome nature, it is obvious why this theme matches her perfectly. She is kind hearted, but also a force of nature. When a damsel is in distress she is the first one to defend a woman's virtue.
Appearance: Ramona has crimson red hair that usually is held back in a high ponytail during fights or while training. When casual, her hair is usually left down, ending towards the middle of her back. You usually know when she means business judging by her hairstyle. Her eyes are an emerald green. As lush and vibrant as the spring meadows that are scattered about her country. She stands at about 5'7'' and weighs around 150ibs, her weight giving her a slightly curvy frame. Ray walks with authority and determination. On the outside she is the picture perfect protector. On the inside however, is a fire raging to be unleashed. A wild child dying to express herself. After all, how can a flower bloom when it is being smothered? When she speaks she commands the attention of the entire room. People are known to respect both her intellect as well as her physical prowess.
Bio: The Empire of Germania is known for many things. One of which is their impressive, loyal warriors and protectors. Most would compare this group with King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. Leading the charge is first in command, Sir Alexandar Herrman. He is the first class warriors instructor as well as their chief in command. One day he met a maiden who was known to come from high nobility and important social standing. Tamsin Alt was one of the fairest elegable women in all of Germania. Though dozens of men have competed for her affection, Alexandar was the one who had won her heart.
Not long after their courtship, the two were married and had conceived a child. A girl whom they had named Ramona Jade. Ramona is derived from the Old German language as "protecting hands" while Jade stems from the enchanting color of her eyes. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth that resulted in Tamsin's death. Overcome with grief, Alexandars one and only way of coping was to raise their child to become the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever known. In addition to all of Ray's academic classes, she would also have lessons in both chivalry and swordsmanship. Every spare moment she had was dedicated to becoming a knight. In fact, by the age of five, the girl had already known the basic techniques in sword play... a skill that an average warrior would have had by the time they were ten.
As time went by she became the best in her rank. The best in the entire kingdom in fact. To the point where the instructors had become students themselves, overshadowed by her success.
Every year the league of warriors would hold a tournament. This tournament placed eligible fighters into their title. Whether it be something as common as a courtyard guardian or something as important as protecting his royal highness. Each swordsman would enter the tournament on their graduation day. Rather than have a ceremony like normal students, these potential defenders would compete for the highest honor.
However, by the time our White Knight had turned the age of 15, she had grown weary of the customs she was constantly surrounded by. She was tired of being known as "Alexandar's prodigy" or simply just "a warrior." She wanted to explore. She wanted to live life outside of her birdcage. To spread her wings and fly.
With much convincing and the promise of expanding her horizons as well as her experience, Ramona had reasoned with her father to allow her to transfer schools. As long as she returned by the time of the tournament and kept up with her lessons. Her main school of choice was none other than Saint Hirst Academy, a prestigious institution located in the small town of Sabrie.
Sample Post: The sun was beginning to rise as the dawn of another day in Germania commenced. Most of the townsfolk were beginning to set up shop to sell and trade goods. Farmers were starting to till their crops and feed their livestock. Meanwhile, since the witching hour Ramona Herrman had been busy in the Knights Academy Gymnasium putting in some last minute training.
"Axe kick! Good... now finish him." Alexandar commanded from the sidelines.
With one final blow, the punching bag Ray had been practicing on had snapped from its chains and fallen to the ground. Other warriors who had just arrived at the gym for their morning exercise had whooped and cheered in appreciation for their comrade.
"And that men, is how it is done." Alexandar beamed as he strode over to where Ramona had been standing. She had her hands on her knees and was panting heavily due to the extra effort she had put in her last attack. Her father gave her a stern look causing Ray to remember her surroundings as well as proper behavior, and stand at attention. She straightened her back so she stood tall and proud. Her chin held high, while her eyes stared straight forward with her hand near her forehead in a salute, awaiting further orders.
"At ease, at ease." The commander waved her off and presented a letter.
"This came for you a moment ago."
Ramona relaxed and took the parchment from her fathers grasp. The letter was held in an off white envelope with her name addressed on the front. She flipped it over and grinned upon seeing the seal of her dream school.
"It came." She smiled and roughly tore open the parcels contents.
She took a brief moment to read the first few sentences before folding the letter and placing it neatly in her messenger bag lying on a sparring bench nearby. A sense of excitement coarsed through her like a bolt of lightening.
She wanted to sing, wanted to dance, wanted to celebrate. She had been accepted. She was going to Saint Hirst Academy. But she knew better... Taking extra precaution in wiping the grin off her face she turned her heal and looked at her father with the decorum that was drilled into her since childhood.
"It seems that I have been accepted sir. With your permission, I would like to ready myself for departure in a matter of a few days. Classes will be starting soon, and with the institution being so far away, I thought it best I be prepared and become familiar with my surroundings before my studies commence." As she spoke her face gave nothing away. Her calm, business-like exterior was a stark contrast to what she had actually been feeling. Unfortunately, it was unacceptable for a knight to show any emotion, for fear it would make them seem weak.
Extra: Ramona wants nothing more than to have a seemingly normal life. No matter how brief a period in time that may be. Before she begins her duty to become a warrior for Germania, she would like to experience what it is to be a true adolescent. To be free. |
5,439 | 147 | 36 | 368 | 357 | As Sina put down the tray she listened to Seyrun speak. "Please, make yourself at home," was all that Sina needed to know that she was welcome around the northerner. Sina gave a friendly smile "You are correct. I am Sina Segert, but you may call me Sina." When Seyrun extended her hand, Sina gladly took it replying "No, the pleasure is mine." Though not of noble or rich blood, Sina learned long ago in the Saint Hirst that treating those she met inside the academy with respect and generally being nice to them was a good way go about her day, though Sina could not help but sneak a few peeks at Seyrun's appearance elsewhere and observed her every gesture. Her blue hair was beautiful, Sina had to admit, and so were her other features. Not surprising considering Riviathan's status.
Sina took the invitation to sit down and got comfortable as Seyrun prompted her with "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?". "Oh, no reason in particular. I just saw a chance to finally meet you in a unofficial situation." Sina admitted. "As you may be aware, a rarely get to interact with those that do not cause trouble or are part of the committee." As she spoke, however, Sina's eyes hovered over the paper briefly, committing it's contents to memory. To say the least, it was interesting. Regardless, Sina waited for Seyrun to continue if she so chose. | Name: Sina Segert
Age: 17
Grade: 5th
Nationality: Empire of Germania
Theme: Discipline Committee armband. Sina is known to be a member of the discipline committee.
Appearance: Sina is 5'6 feet tall and 125lbs. Often wears or otherwise possesses a white scarf made by her grandfather no matter her attire. Often wears the just-past-knee-high version of the uniform, with black stockings.
Bio: Sina Segert was born in the city of Brasren in the Empire of Germania to a poor farmer in the city's local hospital. Both the father and the mother, while happy that they finally had a child after trying so hard to have one, were not in the best financial straits to begin with. Having a child put them in even more danger financially than before. Not wanting their daughter to have to suffer the same as they, Sina's parents managed to scrap enough money together to send their daughter to a local school.
Sina was always a smart kid, far surpassing her peers in her studies and schooling despite them being in better financial waters. Though she had to sometimes come home to nothing but water, Sina was grateful for the opportunity to learn. One of the first lessons that Sina learned was to be prompt and on time, and follow the rules. Most of the other children caused some kind of disturbance but were able to get away with it. However, if Sina caused any kind of commotion she quickly found herself being punished due to being outside the normal social class and the bias that comes with it. She had no friends in her early years, but she certainly proved herself able to handle whatever assignments the teacher handed over, even if her own assignments were startlingly more difficult than the others.
One dream that Sina shared with her classmates was to go to Saint Hirst. Every so often, an opportunity for the students of Germania to take the exam for Saint Hirst would arise. Sina, like her classmates, decided to take the exam to see if she could go to the legendary Saint Hirst. Unlike the rest of her classmates, however, Sina was the only one to pass the exam despite its difficulty. While her classmates claimed that the test was unfair, Sina's parents were ecstatic to hear the news and immediately began to make preparations to allow her to head to the academy as one of its scholarship students, and later decided not to reveal such a status.
The first year of Saint Hirst that Sina attended was when she developed into a young lady. However, while most ladies thought of men as potential suitors Sina developed differently. She started to look at women, feeling no desire towards men. At first, it was strange to her but eventually she figured out that she was only attracted to the same sex. Sina simply became aware of this, took note of it, and moved on. By year three Sina joined the disciplinary committee to both help guide other students onto the right path and because she simply liked having the power over others, though she never abused her power.
Sample Post: An alarm clock sounded as Sina woke up in the at the farm. Every year Sina came back to her parent's farm in Germania to visit her family, and the family was doing well. But today was the final day before she moved back to Saint Hirst. She could never get up without waiting at least a few minutes in bed trying to wake up. Finally, after staring at the ceiling for five minutes Sina lifted her legs out of the bed slowly and rose up. If she were at the academy on a weekday, Sina would be moving at a much faster pace. However, there was no rush here and she decided to allow the luxury.
"Sina! Time for breakfast!" Sina's mother yelled from downstairs, to which Sina replied "I will be there in a minute!" And a minute Sina would be. She quickly got dressed into something more presentable than her night clothing and went downstairs. She was right on time to meet her parents at the dinner table. After sitting down, there was some small talk, followed by talk about Sina heading back to Saint Hirst. Sina shared a few stories of what it was like at Saint Hirst, mostly about the reactions of the students that she had to write up. A few jokes from her mother made Sina giggle while relaxed in her chair just like when she was at Saint Hirst. Eventually, despite the relaxing atmosphere and Sina's own relaxation it was time to go. All of them began to make the preparations to head to the train station that will take Sina and her luggage to the border and finally to Saint Hirst.
Extras: Sina keeps a journal that is used to log her thoughts of a particular day. |
5,440 | 147 | 37 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
Now that is over, perhaps the antics can return to an acceptable level.
Following an investigation of her room Nadalena returned to the public chambers and upon the arrival of midday moved appropriately to the dining hall in anticipation of a meal and some sense of regularity. Nadalena wasn’t a first year student, so things were not all that new or strange to her; she knew the schedule and how the cogs in the machine so to speak were going to move. Though with new students there was always the chance that someone was going to do something and throw her estimations out of the window or at least throw them ajar for a temporary moment in time. She was thankful that she could tolerate it.
As she received her plate of food she noticed a girl, hair as warm as the summer sun standing aghast and confused as if she had no idea where to sit. Such hesitation and shyness was befit of a new member of the school, foreign and inexperienced. It would be the perfect moment to posture. Making sure she had a calm and friendly voice Nadalena approached her, she spoke outward as she came up from behind her.
“It’s not as intimidating as it looks, I promise. Come with me if you like, I’m sure there’ll be room.”
Noticing Seyrun at a table not too far away, she decided it was the best place to lead the stray towards and to sit and eat. She wasn’t sure if the girl, dumbstruck as she was, would follow in earnest but she hoped that she wouldn’t just stand still like a doe caught on the approach of a carriage of some sort. It was unbecoming, after all. In the very worst case, Nadalena would be unsuccessful in making a student she did not recognize or know refrain from looking like “a dumbass”. There was also the fact that Nadalena felt like she owed it to Seyrun, if not simply for the fact of expected courtesies, to finish their conversation in the case the Nordic girl wanted to do such a thing -- though Nadalena would have preferred if she could just eat and read, though with the appearance of this red-haired girl that might have been an impossible task. But she was involved now and accepted that burden.
And Kofensteins were very good with accepting burdens. | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,441 | 147 | 38 | 2,070 | 149 | Ramona Herrman
Just as Ramona was about to leave the dining hall and make her way towards the Academy gardens, a voice from behind spoke.
“It’s not as intimidating as it looks, I promise. Come with me if you like, I’m sure there’ll be room.”
Upon hearing the stranger speak, the red head froze. Her posture tense, ready for battle, ready for anything. In her hometown civilians usually knew better than to sneak up on a knight. The order had trained its students to assume the worst and to be ready for any possible attack.
But she wasn't in the Knights Order.
She was at Saint Hirst Academy.
With the sudden perspective dawning on her, her body relaxed as she turned to assess the intruder. The foreign voice came from a girl around Ramona's own age. A fellow student who stood apart from the others as far as her tone and way of dress. Although unique, Ray had always been a fan of gothic victorian fashion. She seemed proper. Almost as if she had been born of nobility.
Ray raised her eyebrow casually and then gave a half smile.
"Thanks.." The red head replied gratefully.
"I was home schooled as far as academics back at home. So, I am unsure as to the procedure when it comes to public dining."
The response was vague, as she intended it to be. The whole point of transferring to the academy was to leave her well-known background behind. To put on a different persona. A different mask. A different life. The last thing she wanted was for others to know of where she originated and why she had not been used to social customs that were common with women her age.
The pale brunette began walking towards a table were two other girls had been sitting. Without a word, she made herself comfortable by sitting next to the beautiful girl with light brown hair.
Ramona smiled and nodded politely as she sat her tray down on the table. The only acceptable choice as far as seating was the one adjacent to the other student that was present at the table. A stunning foreigner with electric blue hair. Otherwise, it would look rather odd for Ray to choose a chair too far away from the group gathered. Ramona's basic instinct told her something was off about the prim elitist however. Something mysterious that she could not pinpoint.
Unsure of the customs of the world beyond the Order, the warrior sat quietly and began eating her salad. Taking careful bites and attempting to mask the look of uncertainty plastered onto her face. | Name: Ramona (Ray) Herrman
Age: 17 Years Old
Grade: 5th Grade
Nationality: Empire of Germania.
Theme: The White Knight. Due to her background and her chivalrous yet fearsome nature, it is obvious why this theme matches her perfectly. She is kind hearted, but also a force of nature. When a damsel is in distress she is the first one to defend a woman's virtue.
Appearance: Ramona has crimson red hair that usually is held back in a high ponytail during fights or while training. When casual, her hair is usually left down, ending towards the middle of her back. You usually know when she means business judging by her hairstyle. Her eyes are an emerald green. As lush and vibrant as the spring meadows that are scattered about her country. She stands at about 5'7'' and weighs around 150ibs, her weight giving her a slightly curvy frame. Ray walks with authority and determination. On the outside she is the picture perfect protector. On the inside however, is a fire raging to be unleashed. A wild child dying to express herself. After all, how can a flower bloom when it is being smothered? When she speaks she commands the attention of the entire room. People are known to respect both her intellect as well as her physical prowess.
Bio: The Empire of Germania is known for many things. One of which is their impressive, loyal warriors and protectors. Most would compare this group with King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. Leading the charge is first in command, Sir Alexandar Herrman. He is the first class warriors instructor as well as their chief in command. One day he met a maiden who was known to come from high nobility and important social standing. Tamsin Alt was one of the fairest elegable women in all of Germania. Though dozens of men have competed for her affection, Alexandar was the one who had won her heart.
Not long after their courtship, the two were married and had conceived a child. A girl whom they had named Ramona Jade. Ramona is derived from the Old German language as "protecting hands" while Jade stems from the enchanting color of her eyes. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth that resulted in Tamsin's death. Overcome with grief, Alexandars one and only way of coping was to raise their child to become the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever known. In addition to all of Ray's academic classes, she would also have lessons in both chivalry and swordsmanship. Every spare moment she had was dedicated to becoming a knight. In fact, by the age of five, the girl had already known the basic techniques in sword play... a skill that an average warrior would have had by the time they were ten.
As time went by she became the best in her rank. The best in the entire kingdom in fact. To the point where the instructors had become students themselves, overshadowed by her success.
Every year the league of warriors would hold a tournament. This tournament placed eligible fighters into their title. Whether it be something as common as a courtyard guardian or something as important as protecting his royal highness. Each swordsman would enter the tournament on their graduation day. Rather than have a ceremony like normal students, these potential defenders would compete for the highest honor.
However, by the time our White Knight had turned the age of 15, she had grown weary of the customs she was constantly surrounded by. She was tired of being known as "Alexandar's prodigy" or simply just "a warrior." She wanted to explore. She wanted to live life outside of her birdcage. To spread her wings and fly.
With much convincing and the promise of expanding her horizons as well as her experience, Ramona had reasoned with her father to allow her to transfer schools. As long as she returned by the time of the tournament and kept up with her lessons. Her main school of choice was none other than Saint Hirst Academy, a prestigious institution located in the small town of Sabrie.
Sample Post: The sun was beginning to rise as the dawn of another day in Germania commenced. Most of the townsfolk were beginning to set up shop to sell and trade goods. Farmers were starting to till their crops and feed their livestock. Meanwhile, since the witching hour Ramona Herrman had been busy in the Knights Academy Gymnasium putting in some last minute training.
"Axe kick! Good... now finish him." Alexandar commanded from the sidelines.
With one final blow, the punching bag Ray had been practicing on had snapped from its chains and fallen to the ground. Other warriors who had just arrived at the gym for their morning exercise had whooped and cheered in appreciation for their comrade.
"And that men, is how it is done." Alexandar beamed as he strode over to where Ramona had been standing. She had her hands on her knees and was panting heavily due to the extra effort she had put in her last attack. Her father gave her a stern look causing Ray to remember her surroundings as well as proper behavior, and stand at attention. She straightened her back so she stood tall and proud. Her chin held high, while her eyes stared straight forward with her hand near her forehead in a salute, awaiting further orders.
"At ease, at ease." The commander waved her off and presented a letter.
"This came for you a moment ago."
Ramona relaxed and took the parchment from her fathers grasp. The letter was held in an off white envelope with her name addressed on the front. She flipped it over and grinned upon seeing the seal of her dream school.
"It came." She smiled and roughly tore open the parcels contents.
She took a brief moment to read the first few sentences before folding the letter and placing it neatly in her messenger bag lying on a sparring bench nearby. A sense of excitement coarsed through her like a bolt of lightening.
She wanted to sing, wanted to dance, wanted to celebrate. She had been accepted. She was going to Saint Hirst Academy. But she knew better... Taking extra precaution in wiping the grin off her face she turned her heal and looked at her father with the decorum that was drilled into her since childhood.
"It seems that I have been accepted sir. With your permission, I would like to ready myself for departure in a matter of a few days. Classes will be starting soon, and with the institution being so far away, I thought it best I be prepared and become familiar with my surroundings before my studies commence." As she spoke her face gave nothing away. Her calm, business-like exterior was a stark contrast to what she had actually been feeling. Unfortunately, it was unacceptable for a knight to show any emotion, for fear it would make them seem weak.
Extra: Ramona wants nothing more than to have a seemingly normal life. No matter how brief a period in time that may be. Before she begins her duty to become a warrior for Germania, she would like to experience what it is to be a true adolescent. To be free. |
5,442 | 147 | 39 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
Tilia then went to her designated room, happily skipping along with her fly still open. She was really excited to know whom she would be paired with. Oh, she hoped she would be a beautiful girl. And if she's the shy kind, it would be even better.
Unfortunately for her however, when she arrived, there was nobody there. Judging from the trunk inside the room, it seemed she had arrived here earlier and now had left.
She took a glance at the trunk. She was starting to be tempted to peruse through the thing, just to see what kind of undergarments her roommate liked to wear.
She quickly dismissed the thought however. It would make too much of a bad first experience. She would just sneakily look through her drawers when she was away.
She soon went to the dining hall to get some well-deserved food. She was getting hungry and she could feel her stomach rumbling. However, when she was about to enter the hall, she was halted by the note posted in the door in front of her.
"What's this? Join the Mystery Investigation Society? Hmm, sounds interesting! Perhaps I'll take a look, in case there are pretty girls there,"she said with a smirk. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,443 | 147 | 40 | 1,278 | 8,058 | Seyrun Riviathan
St. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday
"My my, if I knew that you wanted to talk, I could have... arranged it long ago. Detention always has space for one more, is it not?" Seyrun said to Sina, jesting. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. If I get the red slip I will not be able to take a look at that Mystery Investigation Society. I'm rather curious about what kind of mystery they are looking to snoop."
That was right about when Nadalena that sword-carrying, vibrantly red-haired girl that Seyrun wasn't yet acquainted to came in to their table. The blue-haired girl couldn't help but notice the knightly aura that new girl seemed to have. It was something really worthy of being called her dashing. In fact, Seyrun had to kind of slap herself to dismiss the fairytale driven thoughts.
As soon as the other two claimed their places at the table, Seyrun said "I'm glad to see you again, Nadia. I'm also glad to see that you seem to be overcoming your... social apprehension." Seyrun spoke in as softly as she could, not meaning to trigger the Espenovan's well-known short fuse. Even then, she decided to try to be a bit more intimate with the dark-haired girl. All there years here and Seyrun still barely knew the only schoolmate she had a high chance of remaining in contact with after they graduate. From this year onward, she was determined to crack Nadalena's shell.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Seyrun Riviathan, of Nordland," Seyrun said as she turned to face the redheaded girl. And this is Miss Sina Segert. We were just getting personally acquainted right now, so it's a pleasure to have you join us.
Right about that time, Seyrun spotted the unmistakable figure of the Academy's number one troublemaker entered the dinner hall as well. With nearly all tables occupied, save the one the quartet shared, the Nordic girl felt obliged to wave for Tilia. "I hope that none of you mind having more company for lunch. It seems like our numbers are about to raise," Seyrun said to the other girls before raising her voice a bit, "Miss Fitzregald, we have some more free seats over here, if you don't yet have company," and calling for Tilia.
It was so early and things were already so rowdy. Certainly, this was going to be quite a memorable school year. That Seyrun was certain of. | Character List10/12 Students Slots
♦ Seyrun Riviathan.
♦ Tilia Fitzregald.
♦ Maya Enilsdottir.
♦ Riley Rodgers.
♦ Sarah Finnigan.
♦ Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Sina Segert.
♦ Blake Eights.
♦ Ramona Herrman.
♦ Lyn Harris.
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Staff & Others
♦ The Boss.
♦ Hildr Reinhardt.
Room Arrangements
♦ Room 01: Seyrun Riviathan & Ramona Herrman.
♦ Room 02: Tilia Fitzregald & Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Room 03: Sarah Finnigan & Riley Rodgers.
♦ Room 04: Maya Enilsdottir & Sina Segert.
♦ Room 05: Blake Eights & Student President Rufie and Mistress Trash Can.
♦ Room 06: Lyn Harris |
5,444 | 147 | 41 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
The raven-haired girl had half of a mind to ‘accidently’ trip and allow her food to poor all over Seyrun’s pretty little uniform. Deferring her as Nadia was inappropriate and way too casual. The Nordic girl was not her friend and she had not allowed her the right to defer to her by such a nickname. But acting out of spite would not be wise, so the plate of food gently landed on the table instead of where she had almost placed it. She wasn’t sure if Seyrun was just foolish, or if the customs in Nordland were vastly different and held primitive cultural etiquette in comparison to real nobility. Nadalena had to constantly remind herself that she was above petty spite against someone like her. After all, Seyrun was being groomed to be a future grand duchness instead of Nadalena’s inheritance of becoming a future queen. That was the difference -- Nadalena was a of higher prestige, or at least she was in her eyes.
As Seyrun introduced herself to the sword-bearing girl Nadalena did the same.
“And I’m Princess Nadalena Kofenstein of the Espenovan Commonwealth, eldest daughter of King Nikolas the VI and Queen Franziska.”
It was the proper way to go about introducing herself, though in retrospect perhaps she should have done so before she introduced the red-haired girl to the table. Still, it was nice to be correct in the exchange when others were so ephemeral and informal. It was here that this girl, a stranger to the veteran students, would make her decision on how she introduced herself. Which camp would she be in? Courtesy of Informality? The girl did hold a sword at the ready thus Nadalena’s best hopes was she would be honorable like the Germanian knight of old at a bare minimum. But people were keen to surprise her.
But before the red-haired girl could introduce properly or improperly Seyrun noticed another girl and commented about her inviting her over. Nadalena didn’t recognize the girl, as it was, so she was quite curious about who she was and what her character could be so she did not object. Not that she could with how quickly Seyrun jumped to point the girl out and calling her over to the table. It was a cavalier attitude that Nadalena was not fond of, but what was done was done. However, it was more interesting to her that Seyrun referred to the girl as “Miss Fitzgerald”, the same surname that was to share a room with herself; a surname that held no true honorific title. Could this be her assigned roommate?
Curious. | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,445 | 147 | 42 | 1,209 | 235 | Maya Enilsdottir
The dining hall was as full as memory served, and the young girl murred softly as such. She always struggled with these times, for she much preferred sitting by herself without bothering anyone. Whenever she sat down by others, she had noticed them fleeing from the table just minutes after her taking seat, so that had rarely been an issue, true, but scaring people away was not her greatest joy in life either. She may be the daughter to one of the mightiest mafia loansharks in all of Telemarin, but that didn't mean she specifically was apart of this foul business. And so she sighed.
Her cold, blue eyes browsed and scoured the massive hall, seeking a table that was by itself. Her proud, stern expression revealing nothing of her inner turmoil as she found a solution to her issue. Her feet started to pull her through the room, towards the faraway corner of the hall, her lunchboard balanced on her left arm while the right grabbed an empty chair, pulling it along. Atleast she'd brought with her the freshest issue of the St. Hirst Times, the welcoming newspapers, so entertainment was secured for the loner.
The corner she so often sat by, the solitary corner giving her atleast three footlengths away from any of the populated tables, was her own. She placed the chair down before almost leaping into it, the lunchboard placed in her lap while the papers unfolded in her grasp. She was rather surprised at how quick the Journalist News Club got it both made and printed, but she supposed efficiency is what those people aim for.
Her eyes now scoured through the pages of the large papers, briefly reading through those lines of rather mundane and boring information, until she finally reached the club advertisement pages. Not really her thing, that. Joining clubs, that is. She vaguely remembered the short time spent in the old St. Hirst Economy Club in her first year, and how her mere presence almost had the club disbanded. Ah, yes, that's when the knowledge of her upbringing and her parents' work was revealed to a part of the public, and where the rumours of her cold, criminal acts began. Sigh. "Hell take you, father.." she muttered softly to herself. Even here, so far away from Telemarin, had he been able to ruin her reputation and chances in life it seemed.
The Sports Club advertised with their typical high-energy advertisements as last year. "Are you an up-and-coming Sportsstar? Do you love sports?! JOIN US FOR GREAT FUN AND STUFF!" Bleh. Boring. She was none of that. And this Literature Club didn't really appeal to her neither. "Do you enjoy reading books, and discussing their riveting stories with booklovers like yourself? Come to the Literature Club for a brief interview." Club this, club that. And this Mystery Club seemed equally mundane and boring. Spending hours of your day into researching where that one pencil went? Seems a drag. | Name: Maya Enilsdottir
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.
Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.
Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.
Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.
'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.
Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.
Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them |
5,446 | 147 | 43 | 2,070 | 149 | Ramona Herrman
The next few moments happened rather quickly. Making the events that transpired seem like a blur.
After having sat down and making herself comfortable... well as comfortable as she could be in unfamiliar territories, the red head was stunned with the vast diversity among the students around her.
The girl with electric blue hair spoke first. She seemed to have a casual yet carefree attitude. However, at the same time she still maintained a regal appearance.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Seyrun Riviathan, of Nordland," She spoke as she turned to face her.
"And this is Miss Sina Segert. We were just getting personally acquainted right now, so it's a pleasure to have you join us.
Ray's left eyebrow rose at the mention of Miss Riviathan's name. As memory serves, Seyrun would be the individual with whom she would be sharing a room. The thoughts having been dismissed once her peers began speaking again.
It was then that the first girl that invited Ramona to the table took the moment to introduce herself.
“And I’m Princess Nadalena Kofenstein of the Espenovan Commonwealth, eldest daughter of King Nikolas the VI and Queen Franziska.”
An impressive title to say the least.
The warrior smiled at the trio sitting around the table. She continued to eat her salad slowly, until she suddenly realized that they were waiting for her to introduce herself as well. The others had stated their name, place of origin, and family title. An inconvenience when it comes to Ramona's attempt to hide her background. Normally, she would have proudly announced that she was Ramona Herrman, Master swordswoman of the Knights Order, Germanian chapter. Daughter of the notorious Sir Alexandar Herrman.
But of coarse in this instance, she hesitated. For obvious personal reasons.
"It's nice to meet you all." She began, slowly formulating an introduction that was both proper and vague.
"My name is Ramona..."
It seemed that luck was on the red head's side as Seyrun stood up, interrupting her reverie. She waved in an attempt to get the attention of another stranger who had walked into the dining hall.
"I hope that none of you mind having more company for lunch. It seems like our numbers are about to raise,"
She spoke before cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting; "Miss Fitzregald, we have some more free seats over here, if you don't yet have company,"
Ray sagged back into her chair with the relief of not having to reveal her true identity. At an attempt to move the conversation forward, just in case the others wanted to ask such questions, the swoardswoman noticed a blonde beauty sitting by herself near the corner of the dining hall. Her attention was focused on the Academy Newspaper, an icy exterior seemed to radiate off of her.
"Who is that?" Ramona asked the gothic noble while pointing her fork towards Maya. | Name: Ramona (Ray) Herrman
Age: 17 Years Old
Grade: 5th Grade
Nationality: Empire of Germania.
Theme: The White Knight. Due to her background and her chivalrous yet fearsome nature, it is obvious why this theme matches her perfectly. She is kind hearted, but also a force of nature. When a damsel is in distress she is the first one to defend a woman's virtue.
Appearance: Ramona has crimson red hair that usually is held back in a high ponytail during fights or while training. When casual, her hair is usually left down, ending towards the middle of her back. You usually know when she means business judging by her hairstyle. Her eyes are an emerald green. As lush and vibrant as the spring meadows that are scattered about her country. She stands at about 5'7'' and weighs around 150ibs, her weight giving her a slightly curvy frame. Ray walks with authority and determination. On the outside she is the picture perfect protector. On the inside however, is a fire raging to be unleashed. A wild child dying to express herself. After all, how can a flower bloom when it is being smothered? When she speaks she commands the attention of the entire room. People are known to respect both her intellect as well as her physical prowess.
Bio: The Empire of Germania is known for many things. One of which is their impressive, loyal warriors and protectors. Most would compare this group with King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. Leading the charge is first in command, Sir Alexandar Herrman. He is the first class warriors instructor as well as their chief in command. One day he met a maiden who was known to come from high nobility and important social standing. Tamsin Alt was one of the fairest elegable women in all of Germania. Though dozens of men have competed for her affection, Alexandar was the one who had won her heart.
Not long after their courtship, the two were married and had conceived a child. A girl whom they had named Ramona Jade. Ramona is derived from the Old German language as "protecting hands" while Jade stems from the enchanting color of her eyes. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth that resulted in Tamsin's death. Overcome with grief, Alexandars one and only way of coping was to raise their child to become the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever known. In addition to all of Ray's academic classes, she would also have lessons in both chivalry and swordsmanship. Every spare moment she had was dedicated to becoming a knight. In fact, by the age of five, the girl had already known the basic techniques in sword play... a skill that an average warrior would have had by the time they were ten.
As time went by she became the best in her rank. The best in the entire kingdom in fact. To the point where the instructors had become students themselves, overshadowed by her success.
Every year the league of warriors would hold a tournament. This tournament placed eligible fighters into their title. Whether it be something as common as a courtyard guardian or something as important as protecting his royal highness. Each swordsman would enter the tournament on their graduation day. Rather than have a ceremony like normal students, these potential defenders would compete for the highest honor.
However, by the time our White Knight had turned the age of 15, she had grown weary of the customs she was constantly surrounded by. She was tired of being known as "Alexandar's prodigy" or simply just "a warrior." She wanted to explore. She wanted to live life outside of her birdcage. To spread her wings and fly.
With much convincing and the promise of expanding her horizons as well as her experience, Ramona had reasoned with her father to allow her to transfer schools. As long as she returned by the time of the tournament and kept up with her lessons. Her main school of choice was none other than Saint Hirst Academy, a prestigious institution located in the small town of Sabrie.
Sample Post: The sun was beginning to rise as the dawn of another day in Germania commenced. Most of the townsfolk were beginning to set up shop to sell and trade goods. Farmers were starting to till their crops and feed their livestock. Meanwhile, since the witching hour Ramona Herrman had been busy in the Knights Academy Gymnasium putting in some last minute training.
"Axe kick! Good... now finish him." Alexandar commanded from the sidelines.
With one final blow, the punching bag Ray had been practicing on had snapped from its chains and fallen to the ground. Other warriors who had just arrived at the gym for their morning exercise had whooped and cheered in appreciation for their comrade.
"And that men, is how it is done." Alexandar beamed as he strode over to where Ramona had been standing. She had her hands on her knees and was panting heavily due to the extra effort she had put in her last attack. Her father gave her a stern look causing Ray to remember her surroundings as well as proper behavior, and stand at attention. She straightened her back so she stood tall and proud. Her chin held high, while her eyes stared straight forward with her hand near her forehead in a salute, awaiting further orders.
"At ease, at ease." The commander waved her off and presented a letter.
"This came for you a moment ago."
Ramona relaxed and took the parchment from her fathers grasp. The letter was held in an off white envelope with her name addressed on the front. She flipped it over and grinned upon seeing the seal of her dream school.
"It came." She smiled and roughly tore open the parcels contents.
She took a brief moment to read the first few sentences before folding the letter and placing it neatly in her messenger bag lying on a sparring bench nearby. A sense of excitement coarsed through her like a bolt of lightening.
She wanted to sing, wanted to dance, wanted to celebrate. She had been accepted. She was going to Saint Hirst Academy. But she knew better... Taking extra precaution in wiping the grin off her face she turned her heal and looked at her father with the decorum that was drilled into her since childhood.
"It seems that I have been accepted sir. With your permission, I would like to ready myself for departure in a matter of a few days. Classes will be starting soon, and with the institution being so far away, I thought it best I be prepared and become familiar with my surroundings before my studies commence." As she spoke her face gave nothing away. Her calm, business-like exterior was a stark contrast to what she had actually been feeling. Unfortunately, it was unacceptable for a knight to show any emotion, for fear it would make them seem weak.
Extra: Ramona wants nothing more than to have a seemingly normal life. No matter how brief a period in time that may be. Before she begins her duty to become a warrior for Germania, she would like to experience what it is to be a true adolescent. To be free. |
5,447 | 147 | 44 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
"Miss Fitzregald, we have some more free seats over here, if you don't yet have company,"
When Tilia heard Seyrun calling to her, she stopped in her tracks before switching her direction to where the sound came from. To her surprise, the one who called her over was Seyrun. Yes, that Seyrun, a senpai who was one of the most popular in the school. She couldn't believe it! Why would the famous Seyrun invite her over?
"Ah, thank you, Seyrun-senpai! I was having trouble finding an empty seat! And I certainly didn't expect the famed Seyrun to be inviting my humble self for lunch!"
She gave a deep bow like one butlers would give. She never felt right curtsying.
"I will certainly take upon your invitation!"
Tilia then walked towards their table, making sure to walk in front of Seyrun so she would be able to see her open fly and exposed red-striped panties. She wondered how the famous Seyrun would react to her little "blunder". Would she mention it or would she pretend not to see it just so the conversation wouldn't get awkward?
Arriving on their table, she quickly took her seat and she immediately noticed how the table was filled with all sorts of beauties. Adding to Seyrun who was the cool beauty type, there was this dark-haired lady who seemed to be the princess type, and there was also the redhead that made an impression on the opening ceremony for coming late. And of course, last but not least, there was the girl from the disciplinary committee that gave her a slip this morning. To be honest, this made Tilia a little bit nervous. She didn't feel like her own beauty could match theirs. She also couldn't help but notice how they were all much more well-endowed than her, adding to her little complex. But she also felt excited too, to be in company of beautiful ladies like this.
"Hello everyone! I'm Tilia Fitzregald! Nice to meet you all!
Too bad that girl from the disciplinary committee was here, or else she could act a little bolder towards all these beautiful ladies. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,448 | 147 | 45 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
Before Tilia Fitzgerald made her way to the table Nadalena used this time to answer the inquiry as brief and eloquently as she could.
In retrospect, Nadalena knew the girl that Ramona had pointed out; in fact, they had once been in the same club together. It must’ve been some time ago when the self-destructive economic club forgot their entire purpose being that of geo-political economics, trade values, stocks, and arithmetic – instead falling into drama inspired by idiotic presumptions and idle gossip. Nadalena had been one of the few people who had left the club due to the entire situation and honestly didn’t care about the drama of fools and self-aggrandizers. She didn’t care who Maya’s family was and she didn’t put that much value in shallow whispers throughout the academy about the subject. But Nadalena hadn’t forgotten any of the information, though she didn’t consider it very relevant to explain to Ramona.
“That’s Maya Enilsdottir of Telemarin. She’s a fourth-year student.”
As Tilia introduced herself, Nadalena continued to observe before introducing herself in turn.
“Greetings Tilia, welcome. I’m Princess Nadalena Kofenstein, though I believe we are actually sharing rooms this year so you may have deduced that already.” She smiled warmly. | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,449 | 147 | 46 | 2,070 | 149 | Ramona Herrman
“That’s Maya Enilsdottir of Telemarin. She’s a fourth-year student.” Nadalena answered, her expression pensive as she seemed to observe her surroundings. Ramona could respect that of her.
The student Seyrun had invited to their table began strutting over in their direction. Once she arrived, Ray could not help but notice something mischievous about her smile. That, and the fact that the zipper to her skirt was down. The red head thought it as a simple wardrobe malfunction and nothing more.
"Hello everyone! I'm Tilia Fitzregald! Nice to meet you all! She greeted with a smile and a slight wave.
However, the warriors attention was again, focused on the mysterious blonde sitting across the room. Ray could not help but wonder why she was eating lunch alone when she was a fourth year. Didn't she have any friends? A pang of sympathy struck her heart causing the brave knight to reflect inward. She too was alone at this school. The table also had plenty of vacant seats. There was no reason for Maya to be all by herself.
"Hello." Ray addressed the newcomer curtly. She did not mean to seem rude, but her focus was mainly on the outcast in the corner of the dining hall. With her chivalrous nature having won her over, (as always) the warrior stood up and pushed in her chair.
"Excuse me ladies, I will be right back." She said as she walked toward Maya.
Before leaving however, she wordlessly paused near Tilia only to reach out and zip up her fly. Simply doing so as to not cause the poor girl any embarrassment. The last thing she would do is point out the fact to everyone.
She turned her heel and continued toward her destination. Maya had her head down, reading what appeared to be the Academy news letter. A curtain of blonde hair hid her features forcing Ray to think of a good way to get her attention. Once there, she cleared her throat and placed her hand on the table.
"Excuse me miss... My name is Ramona." She spoke in a calm tone, her smile warm.
"Would you care to join us? There is plenty of room." | Name: Ramona (Ray) Herrman
Age: 17 Years Old
Grade: 5th Grade
Nationality: Empire of Germania.
Theme: The White Knight. Due to her background and her chivalrous yet fearsome nature, it is obvious why this theme matches her perfectly. She is kind hearted, but also a force of nature. When a damsel is in distress she is the first one to defend a woman's virtue.
Appearance: Ramona has crimson red hair that usually is held back in a high ponytail during fights or while training. When casual, her hair is usually left down, ending towards the middle of her back. You usually know when she means business judging by her hairstyle. Her eyes are an emerald green. As lush and vibrant as the spring meadows that are scattered about her country. She stands at about 5'7'' and weighs around 150ibs, her weight giving her a slightly curvy frame. Ray walks with authority and determination. On the outside she is the picture perfect protector. On the inside however, is a fire raging to be unleashed. A wild child dying to express herself. After all, how can a flower bloom when it is being smothered? When she speaks she commands the attention of the entire room. People are known to respect both her intellect as well as her physical prowess.
Bio: The Empire of Germania is known for many things. One of which is their impressive, loyal warriors and protectors. Most would compare this group with King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. Leading the charge is first in command, Sir Alexandar Herrman. He is the first class warriors instructor as well as their chief in command. One day he met a maiden who was known to come from high nobility and important social standing. Tamsin Alt was one of the fairest elegable women in all of Germania. Though dozens of men have competed for her affection, Alexandar was the one who had won her heart.
Not long after their courtship, the two were married and had conceived a child. A girl whom they had named Ramona Jade. Ramona is derived from the Old German language as "protecting hands" while Jade stems from the enchanting color of her eyes. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth that resulted in Tamsin's death. Overcome with grief, Alexandars one and only way of coping was to raise their child to become the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever known. In addition to all of Ray's academic classes, she would also have lessons in both chivalry and swordsmanship. Every spare moment she had was dedicated to becoming a knight. In fact, by the age of five, the girl had already known the basic techniques in sword play... a skill that an average warrior would have had by the time they were ten.
As time went by she became the best in her rank. The best in the entire kingdom in fact. To the point where the instructors had become students themselves, overshadowed by her success.
Every year the league of warriors would hold a tournament. This tournament placed eligible fighters into their title. Whether it be something as common as a courtyard guardian or something as important as protecting his royal highness. Each swordsman would enter the tournament on their graduation day. Rather than have a ceremony like normal students, these potential defenders would compete for the highest honor.
However, by the time our White Knight had turned the age of 15, she had grown weary of the customs she was constantly surrounded by. She was tired of being known as "Alexandar's prodigy" or simply just "a warrior." She wanted to explore. She wanted to live life outside of her birdcage. To spread her wings and fly.
With much convincing and the promise of expanding her horizons as well as her experience, Ramona had reasoned with her father to allow her to transfer schools. As long as she returned by the time of the tournament and kept up with her lessons. Her main school of choice was none other than Saint Hirst Academy, a prestigious institution located in the small town of Sabrie.
Sample Post: The sun was beginning to rise as the dawn of another day in Germania commenced. Most of the townsfolk were beginning to set up shop to sell and trade goods. Farmers were starting to till their crops and feed their livestock. Meanwhile, since the witching hour Ramona Herrman had been busy in the Knights Academy Gymnasium putting in some last minute training.
"Axe kick! Good... now finish him." Alexandar commanded from the sidelines.
With one final blow, the punching bag Ray had been practicing on had snapped from its chains and fallen to the ground. Other warriors who had just arrived at the gym for their morning exercise had whooped and cheered in appreciation for their comrade.
"And that men, is how it is done." Alexandar beamed as he strode over to where Ramona had been standing. She had her hands on her knees and was panting heavily due to the extra effort she had put in her last attack. Her father gave her a stern look causing Ray to remember her surroundings as well as proper behavior, and stand at attention. She straightened her back so she stood tall and proud. Her chin held high, while her eyes stared straight forward with her hand near her forehead in a salute, awaiting further orders.
"At ease, at ease." The commander waved her off and presented a letter.
"This came for you a moment ago."
Ramona relaxed and took the parchment from her fathers grasp. The letter was held in an off white envelope with her name addressed on the front. She flipped it over and grinned upon seeing the seal of her dream school.
"It came." She smiled and roughly tore open the parcels contents.
She took a brief moment to read the first few sentences before folding the letter and placing it neatly in her messenger bag lying on a sparring bench nearby. A sense of excitement coarsed through her like a bolt of lightening.
She wanted to sing, wanted to dance, wanted to celebrate. She had been accepted. She was going to Saint Hirst Academy. But she knew better... Taking extra precaution in wiping the grin off her face she turned her heal and looked at her father with the decorum that was drilled into her since childhood.
"It seems that I have been accepted sir. With your permission, I would like to ready myself for departure in a matter of a few days. Classes will be starting soon, and with the institution being so far away, I thought it best I be prepared and become familiar with my surroundings before my studies commence." As she spoke her face gave nothing away. Her calm, business-like exterior was a stark contrast to what she had actually been feeling. Unfortunately, it was unacceptable for a knight to show any emotion, for fear it would make them seem weak.
Extra: Ramona wants nothing more than to have a seemingly normal life. No matter how brief a period in time that may be. Before she begins her duty to become a warrior for Germania, she would like to experience what it is to be a true adolescent. To be free. |
5,450 | 147 | 47 | 1,209 | 235 | Maya Enilsdottir
In her little world of boring, irrelevant news, captured by the craftmnship that was printing and words, while closing out the echoes and sounds of the students about, Maya was for once unfocused and off-guard. And so it came to be that someone spoke to her, at her most vulnerable, and she seemed to jump in her seat. The frosty orbs pulled themselves up to the newcomer, curious yet slightly intimidating in nature, while the long, blonde bangs still hung down her face. Indeed, she was still a little sleepy.
"Hmm? Are you speaking to me? she blinked as if confused, her head slightly tilted sideways in an inquiring manner. "If so,
I imagine that wouldn't be very wise." Her words seemed as cold as her visible aura, stern and even slightly refusing. Yet for a trained ear, a hint of sorrow could be caught, however she quickly adjusted it to seem like it didn't bother her. She was skilled in that, lying to herself to make her seem fine. Whether she was fine or not didn't really matter, in her world appearance is the key to success. Always be on your best side, never reveal who you are. That is weakness.
Maya gave the princess a moment's glance, before retracting her eye after. She'd left their club during the time when the whispers were at their worst, and Maya was certain she left for that reason. The reason that a person of her stature, a princess, could possibly be in the same club as a criminal's daughter, a plight on any a reputation. Shame too, Maya quite enjoyed her company with the girl back then. One of the few she could actually be open about her love for numbers with, atleast when the girl actually gave a damn to listen. Thinking back, that wasn't often.
She looked back up at the swordswoman, offering an... attempted smile in gratitude of the offer. "Do not let my presence cause issues. She added before examining her. Quite a beauty this one, well trained and with a sweet personality. Strange to carry a sword though. I've not seen you before, Miss Ramona. New, I assume? I worry if you speak with too much, the other students will alienate you. | Name: Maya Enilsdottir
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.
Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.
Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.
Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.
'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.
Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.
Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them |
5,451 | 147 | 48 | 2,487 | 9,775 | ✣ The Boss ✣
“Whaaah, you’re not still mad at me, are you Rufie? Cause you know I just can’t help it,” Dana remarked, easily keeping in step with the Student President despite a hanging Blake on her shoulders. Though it was doubtful she’d be getting an answer or reply given the President was keen in dishing out the silent treatment. Well, no one else to talk to but the other resident trash can in this school of theirs.
“Yeah, but you’re way too obvious Blake. Didn’t you hear Rufie earlier? Oh ho, I’m a real star of the show, a true thespian!” Dana said, once more placing a hand on her chest and flaring her arm out dramatically. “You can just stick to making my background props and backdrops, oh ho!” And when the prospect of food came up, Dana snickered loud enough to where she knew Rufie would be able to hear her.
With Blake still hanging off her, she skipped forward until walking beside Rufie. “Hey, hey, Prez, can’t we all go out for a bite? I like Blake’s idea of trying out your outfits. Hey, aren’t these a little too modern for school curriculum anyway?” Dana asked, speaking a mile a minute only to change topics and looked down at her outfit with genuine curiosity.
The trio of girls would be rounding the corner and, soon enough, approaching the faculty and staff quarters. Not much else could be heard going on from inside though, aside from the frantic scratching of feathered pen on paper. Boss was, as always, hard at work and with the school year having just started, it was going to be a bustling first day. | Name: The Boss
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Motif: If there’s one icon among the cosmos that best represents the Boss and her nature, it’s the ever elusive but never out of style work tie. Whether it be in grays, blacks, or dark blues, it has become a symbol of the Boss’ presence and sheer strength.
As Saint Hirst Academy is a school of prestige meant only for the best of the best, it only makes sense their instructors would be cut from the depth of quality. As such, those lucky enough to be taught by none other than the Boss should consider themselves in the presence of roundabout success. Hailing from the United States of New Columbia, the Boss was sent to first oversee the progress made in Saint Hirst before becoming one among their ranks.
It’s said she left behind a well taken care of financial empire back home and rumors have even sprung up that she’s actually the school’s Head Master in plain sight. Whether that be true or not, it’s clear to see she expects nothing more than the best effort that can be given. Yet despite her tough exterior, a soft spot for her students can be found. After all, she knows quite well the challenges of growing up, being a mother of two herself.
✣ Theme ✣ |
5,452 | 147 | 49 | 368 | 357 | "Yes, detention always has space! I could certainly arrange for a red slip to fall into your hands." Sina smiled after Seyrun made her jest. Sina knew that her work was underappreciated, and so Sina allowed herself to be at ease when she could. "Mystery Investigation Society? Hm, can not say I heard of them much though I suppose that is a good thing considering what I do." With the mention of the society, Sina thought a bit more about the paper that Seyrun had. Perhaps the two were connected? Either way, she would certainly pay a visit to the society if she could, if only to see if they were having any kind of trouble. At least, that would be her "official" reason.
Before Sina knew it, there was quite the crowd surrounding her and Seyrun. And judging by the rest of the introductions they were all of some kind of rich birth. Their incredible titles made Sina feel some slight envy: she wished she had something as incredible as the "eldest daughter of King Nikolas the VI and Queen Franziska" or was able to carry a sword on her hip like Ramona. But then, there were some of those even among the rich that caused trouble. The one she referred to, of course, was Tilia Fitzgerald. That girl was one the troublemakers/harassers this morning and Sina felt that would not be the end of her mischief. Furthermore, Sina noticed that her fly was down. While Sina much appreciated the apparently easy peek into her skirt internally, it was her job not to allow it to go any further. Still, Sina decided not to cause too much of a scene yet.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all."Sina smiled and nodded her head as she specifically got out her disciplinary notebook with the different slips and placed it on the table. It was mostly for deterrence and a signal to Tilia that she was watching her. "Maya Enilsdottir? She's my roommate. She shouldn't be sitting there alone!" Sina watched as Ramona excused herself and take care of her "Tilia" problem, after which Sina giggled, and go to Maya. Whatever it was that was being said over there, Sina hoped that Maya would join them.
"Glad to know society sometimes does my job for me." Sina said in between giggles as she commented on what Ramona just did to Tilia. | Name: Sina Segert
Age: 17
Grade: 5th
Nationality: Empire of Germania
Theme: Discipline Committee armband. Sina is known to be a member of the discipline committee.
Appearance: Sina is 5'6 feet tall and 125lbs. Often wears or otherwise possesses a white scarf made by her grandfather no matter her attire. Often wears the just-past-knee-high version of the uniform, with black stockings.
Bio: Sina Segert was born in the city of Brasren in the Empire of Germania to a poor farmer in the city's local hospital. Both the father and the mother, while happy that they finally had a child after trying so hard to have one, were not in the best financial straits to begin with. Having a child put them in even more danger financially than before. Not wanting their daughter to have to suffer the same as they, Sina's parents managed to scrap enough money together to send their daughter to a local school.
Sina was always a smart kid, far surpassing her peers in her studies and schooling despite them being in better financial waters. Though she had to sometimes come home to nothing but water, Sina was grateful for the opportunity to learn. One of the first lessons that Sina learned was to be prompt and on time, and follow the rules. Most of the other children caused some kind of disturbance but were able to get away with it. However, if Sina caused any kind of commotion she quickly found herself being punished due to being outside the normal social class and the bias that comes with it. She had no friends in her early years, but she certainly proved herself able to handle whatever assignments the teacher handed over, even if her own assignments were startlingly more difficult than the others.
One dream that Sina shared with her classmates was to go to Saint Hirst. Every so often, an opportunity for the students of Germania to take the exam for Saint Hirst would arise. Sina, like her classmates, decided to take the exam to see if she could go to the legendary Saint Hirst. Unlike the rest of her classmates, however, Sina was the only one to pass the exam despite its difficulty. While her classmates claimed that the test was unfair, Sina's parents were ecstatic to hear the news and immediately began to make preparations to allow her to head to the academy as one of its scholarship students, and later decided not to reveal such a status.
The first year of Saint Hirst that Sina attended was when she developed into a young lady. However, while most ladies thought of men as potential suitors Sina developed differently. She started to look at women, feeling no desire towards men. At first, it was strange to her but eventually she figured out that she was only attracted to the same sex. Sina simply became aware of this, took note of it, and moved on. By year three Sina joined the disciplinary committee to both help guide other students onto the right path and because she simply liked having the power over others, though she never abused her power.
Sample Post: An alarm clock sounded as Sina woke up in the at the farm. Every year Sina came back to her parent's farm in Germania to visit her family, and the family was doing well. But today was the final day before she moved back to Saint Hirst. She could never get up without waiting at least a few minutes in bed trying to wake up. Finally, after staring at the ceiling for five minutes Sina lifted her legs out of the bed slowly and rose up. If she were at the academy on a weekday, Sina would be moving at a much faster pace. However, there was no rush here and she decided to allow the luxury.
"Sina! Time for breakfast!" Sina's mother yelled from downstairs, to which Sina replied "I will be there in a minute!" And a minute Sina would be. She quickly got dressed into something more presentable than her night clothing and went downstairs. She was right on time to meet her parents at the dinner table. After sitting down, there was some small talk, followed by talk about Sina heading back to Saint Hirst. Sina shared a few stories of what it was like at Saint Hirst, mostly about the reactions of the students that she had to write up. A few jokes from her mother made Sina giggle while relaxed in her chair just like when she was at Saint Hirst. Eventually, despite the relaxing atmosphere and Sina's own relaxation it was time to go. All of them began to make the preparations to head to the train station that will take Sina and her luggage to the border and finally to Saint Hirst.
Extras: Sina keeps a journal that is used to log her thoughts of a particular day. |
5,453 | 147 | 50 | 1,409 | 1,959 | Reinhardt
"Dana, do I need to remind you of the severity with which I could punish you for that stunt?" Rufie remarked suddenly, drawn from her silent fermentation of anger with the passage of time sapping her vigor one iota at a time, till she could muster the wherewithal to face the smirking blonde beside her without first attempting to unhinge her jaw and snap it around Dana's neck. "Anyone else and I'd have them scrubbing the wash spaces with a toothbrush for the entire first semester, but I suppose you'd take some pleasure from that. Somehow...."
Eyes flickering to the dangling deviant lounging on Dana's back, a shadow of smirk brought levity to her countenance at long last. "But such punishment would keep you two apart, so instead I'll be making some adjustments to your living quarters. It's only fair after you went about raiding my own. I'm certain you won't mind having to share a single's mattress with our good, good friend Blake."
Pleased with herself at having given Blake a creative outlet and Dana more then she'd like to handle, Rufie disposition brightened to an almost glowing degree of bliss and feet carrying them off to the delights of delicacies only such a refined institution could consider a worthy meal for fledgling minds and bodies, she lead them to a meal already in progress.
Elsewhere, outside the wandering eyes of merrily mingling students, the faculty were hard at work addressing the ceaseless landslide of scholastic minutia destined to accumulate ever higher with the coming days with the gusto of drunkards approaching a tightrope. That was to say, Boss being the preeminent exemption to this statement, and seated along the desk across from her with a pile of notes, forms, and mass bundles of scribbling a lawyer's baleful curse upon the world of man, was Hildr perched as though ready to throw the lot of it through a window.
"This job is too romanticized." She opined with a weary exhale and slash of her quill, a paper shuffled in the same manner which with Boss could have moved two. "You come here looking to shape minds and guide all these young ladies into the world at large, only to get buried in paperwork before we even start grading their homework. Maybe I should have gone for a smaller, regional school so I don't have to deal with the nightmare of foreign embassies inquiring about the safety of every foreign national. Gah!"
Her head met the blessedly cool wood of the desk with a largely ignored fan fare, most too engrossed in their own imminent suffering to be concerned for theatrics. | Name: Hildr Reinhardt.
Age: Don't Ask.
Nationality: Western Germanian.
Theme: A maternal figure among the Saint Hirst teaching staff, the Germanian woman is as approachable as she is fallible. She forgets the names of new students, rushes to get her mountains of tests graded, and suffers wardrobe malfunctions like any other student, perhaps more so. While the Boss favors her attire as a symbol of stark severity and power, Hildr comes across as a more typical worker who is somewhere between sloven and devout in their efforts.
She's a mother of three and dearly devoted to her daughters, being something of an insufferable empty-nester in their absence, as any coworker could attest, and had left her past employment in favor of a position where she can mold the promising youth's of tomorrow with a gentle hand and probably a dirty joke or two. Prone to being overtly affectionate and has little regard for personal space when intoxicated or excited, though that is considered by many to be typical of Germanian's. |
5,454 | 147 | 51 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
"Oh, so you're Nadalena? I'm so happy to know that!" Tilia suddenly took Nadalena's hands and shook it heartily. "I'm so happy I got such an elegant and beautiful lady to be my roommate! Please excuse me if I do some uncouth things in the future! I'm not that ladylike of a girl after all!"
Tilia was indeed very happy at the discovery that the lady in front of her was to be her roommate. She got a really pretty and serious one! They were the best kind to be teased! She couldn't wait until she could start to implement her pranks and shenanigans to her!
The redhead soon left the table to meet another girl however. And without telling her anything, she fixed her open fly in a flash. Aaw, she had planned to tease Nadalena with that. Guess she would have to wait. Especially when Miss Disclipinary Committee was also sitting there with them, though she soon joined the redhead to meet the girl, who was apparently her roommate.
Taking her seat, she turned back to Nadalena with a smile, and asked her, "So, what are your hobbies, Nadalena? If we have the same hobby, perhaps we could join the same club! That would be so much fun!"
She didn't say anything about her own hobby. She would just say that she had the same hobby as her so they could be in the same club together. | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,455 | 147 | 52 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
Why was she shouting? Why was she invading her space? Why was she being unabashedly uncouth?
As Tilia took Nadalena’s hands like a common peasant, the raven-haired princess felt the urge to jolt her hand out of the girl’s clutches. But it was better to correct them and be tolerant in situations like this, or at the very least such courtesies were what were taught at the academy. Despite her worst impulses, Nadalena maintained her friendly demeanor before her hand was released. Tilia would learn, she was sure of that. Many students had come to the academy without etiquette in the past and she would be no different in being educated and corrected by the instructors.
“My hobbies are rather solitary and boring, to be honest.” She replied as the subject shifted to her.
It was a common fact that Nadalena, despite attempting to participate in clubs and communal activities had a track record of not finding them favorable. In the previous year her roommate had called her bookish and reticent, though such criticisms were not entirely incorrect. She enjoyed reading above all else and certainly did not like discussing the merits of a text so she had rarely sought out any communal discussion group about them. There were other hobbies she found interesting such as orthodox fencing, classical composition, and bookkeeping, though they were all interests she preferred to be solitary and without an audience or partner. The only time she found herself slightly interested in another person’s opinions and perspective was with Maya Enilsdottir during the brief time they shared a club.
“But if you wish to know, I enjoy literature, scripture, logistics, economics, and musical theory. I’ve also found some interest in orthodox fencing on occasion. Not really exciting interests to many.” | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,456 | 147 | 53 | 1,278 | 8,058 | Seyrun RiviathanSt. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday
"Well now, Nadia, if I knew you appreciated fencing, I would have officially invited you to Our tournament. While the arms of Nordland will always be open to embrace any of my fellow schoolmates, you'll always be a special case. Actually, when was it that we have last been in a formal party together? It feels like it was ages ago. Doesn't even looks like we are both princesses of neighboring nations," Seyrun declared with excitement, Going as far as using majestic plural to address the other princess not in her name, but as Nordland itself. A few well-timed gestures were added here and there to make her flattering of Nadalena even more dramatic. What the tomboyish girl lacked in class, when compared with Nadalena's pedigree, she excelled in charm. Or at least showmanship.
Seyrun laughed a bit after her flamboyant display. This lunch was indeed being the best event of the day by far. What turned it even better were the looks some of the other students gave her. A place such as this, when she could as free as she wanted was certainly the favorite of Seyrun. Anyway, as soon as a small break in the conversation allowed her to address the hanging threads, left by Sina and Tilia.
"Well, I surely will consider your offer. Especially, if it means to spend more time in the company of someone as gracious as you, Miss Segert. In fact, I may as well not mind a thousand years of imprisonment," Seyrun replied to Sina's tease about the detention joke. She wasn't even joking completely. Being sent to detention was going to be a novelty. Seyrun certainly wondered what kind of punishment they had there.
"You don't need to worry, Miss Fitzgerald. I heard enough of you already and certainly know that I'll appreciate your company as well. I like the, hmm... spirit of the Columbian people and you are certainly every bit as boisterous and amicable as I'd expect," Seyrun said to Tilia. A gracious smile decorated her face as the Nordic girl adapted her behavior with preternatural skill, sailing the social waters like a well-seasoned captain sails the brave seas. | Character List10/12 Students Slots
♦ Seyrun Riviathan.
♦ Tilia Fitzregald.
♦ Maya Enilsdottir.
♦ Riley Rodgers.
♦ Sarah Finnigan.
♦ Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Sina Segert.
♦ Blake Eights.
♦ Ramona Herrman.
♦ Lyn Harris.
♦
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Staff & Others
♦ The Boss.
♦ Hildr Reinhardt.
Room Arrangements
♦ Room 01: Seyrun Riviathan & Ramona Herrman.
♦ Room 02: Tilia Fitzregald & Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Room 03: Sarah Finnigan & Riley Rodgers.
♦ Room 04: Maya Enilsdottir & Sina Segert.
♦ Room 05: Blake Eights & Student President Rufie and Mistress Trash Can.
♦ Room 06: Lyn Harris |
5,457 | 147 | 54 | 973 | 880 | Tilia Fitzregald
Tilia listened excitedly to Nadalena's reply, still oblivious to the gothic girl's distaste of her. Tilia was never that good at reading subtle social cues. She was always a bolsterous one so she was never good at social gatherings of upper class ladies that could insult others without actually insulting them. That was why her companion ended up being mostly of the middle and lower class back at home.
“But if you wish to know, I enjoy literature, scripture, logistics, economics, and musical theory. I’ve also found some interest in orthodox fencing on occasion. Not really exciting interests to many.”
...Crap, I'm bad at all of those, Tilia thought to herself. What should I do? Should I just pretend I'm good at them? The literature, music, and fencing clubs should still be recruiting...
Before she could answer, Seyrun suddenly interrupted, saying her interest in fencing also. So there was a tournament in her country, and she invited Nadalina to join. Oh, if only she could fence. She had a fantasy of "accidentally" slicing open the opponent's clothes, exposing her bra and panties. But she knew that was just a fantasy. She was pretty sure that fencing swords were dull since it was just a sport after all.
"A-ah, I see... that's great!" Tilia nervously replied to Nadalena. "Unfortunately, I am not that good at any of those..." she said while scratching her head.
At Seyrun's reply to her, she said, "Glad to hear that, Seyrun-senpai!" as she shook her hands. "I'll make sure to be your good friend! If you need anything, feel free to ask! | Name: Tilia Fitzregald
Age: 15 years old.
Grade: 4th
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Theme:
She would be a red rose, extroverted and bright while being alluring at the same time. The thorns also symbolize her tomboy attitude. She wouldn't be afraid to call you out if she feels you're in the wrong.
Appearance:
Her mannerism is far more wild and tomboyish compared to the prim and proper girls of the Academy. She will often sit with one leg crossed on top of the other, And thanks to her exhibitionist tendencies, she often will "accidentally" forget to zip the zipper on the back of her skirt, showing her panties (usually red striped) to anyone who happened to be looking at the right place. She speaks roughly and frankly, quite the opposite of the refined speech of the noble ladies on the academy.
Bio:
Born as the daughter of a rich railroad company owner, she pretty much had a blessed life with her father catering to anything she desired. She soon learned to be confident and brazen in interacting with others, what with her father shaping her to be his heiress one day. Her family was not one that cared about etiquette, with Tilia often chatting casually with her father's employers in overalls on the field... perhaps too casually as she grew up to be quite the tomboy, teasing both boys and girls that she interacted with. So her parents decided to send her to the academy, both to educate her to be their future heiress and to temper down her shameless attitude a little.
So far though, the latter hadn't really worked. She even had fun teasing the easily flustered prim girls of the academy. She couldn't help it. They were all so beautiful and cute. Most of the girls she knew back home couldn't compare.
Sample Post:
"Hnnngg.. aaaaahhhh..."
Tilia yawned as she stretched her arms. There was rarely any morning where she didn't do it right away when she woke up, doing it when she was still sitting up on her bed. It was quite a lewd sight, with her pajama buttons looking like it was going to snap as she stretched. She couldn't be bothered buying a new one. It was just a sleepwear after all. As long as it was comfortable, which it's still was, she was alright with it being a little small for her. Her parents bought it when she first came to this boarding school. And now, she was in fourth grade, and she already had quite the growth spurt since then.
And besides, she loved wearing slighty immodest clothes like that.
After stretching some more, she finally rose up from her bed, exposing the fact how her pajama pants had decided to settle down below her butt while she was sleeping, exposing her striped red panties to the world.
She looked at the bed beside her, where her roommate was sleeping. Hmm, it seemed she was still inside her dreamland. She looked closer and she saw how the girl's sleeping gown had risen up her tights, exposing her cute pink panties to her. The combination of her innocent sleeping face and the view she was giving, it was nearly too much for her to bear. She had to wipe off a little drool from the corner of her mouth before walking towards the bathroom, taking off her clothes nonchalantly, leaving them down on the floor.
She should have some time before her good friend woke up. Might as well use it to... relieve herself a little.
Extras:
She has quite the exhibitionist tendency. She would often unzip her skirt on the back, just to show off her panties. When confronted, she would either pretend to not notice and blush like a normal girl, or tease the girl who noticed back, saying "How come you noticed? Have you been staring at my butt?" with a grin.
She also likes to ogle the other girls herself, especially when they got changed for P.E. She had a note for the three sizes of every girl in her class. |
5,458 | 147 | 55 | 1,159 | 3,528 | Amelia sighed with relief once she finally reached her room. It had been such a long day and she was already a bit tired but she knew she didn't have much longer until the day was over. Entering her room, she saw that her supposed roommate was not there at the momentand took this opportunity to examine her new abode. As to be expected, it was a lavish place, filled with the kind of décor she could only dream of having back home. This thought caused her to stop for a second to reflect on her journey here.
The first part of her trip had been relatively uneventful. Traveling by ship from the United States of New Columbia over to Europa, since there was no one she knew and she didn't seen anyone she thought was going to Saint Hirst as well. Once she was off the ship, she had to find her way from the docks to the train station, which had been a nightmare since communication was a bit complicated due to both her disability and the language barrier. Luckily for her though, she had managed to catch the train just in time and from there it was a one way trip to the Dukedom of Sabrie. While on the train, she had met several of her soon to be classmates but she had been too shy to try and 'talk' to them, fearing how they might react to her being a mute. As a result, she had mostly kept to herself and in her little section of the train for the long trip, only getting up when she needed to or to stretch her legs after she had been sitting for too long.
When the train finally stopped at her destination, she remembered feeling equal parts fearful and nervous. She had been excited because she was finally at this school that only the rich or a select few got to attend. She was nervous since she felt like a fish out of water and completely isolated and like she didn't really belong. Despite her fear though, she got off the train and joined her fellow students in milling about the school as their things were taken to their rooms, Amelia finding it difficult to separate herself from her belongings despite knowing she would get them back. In the time between their arrival and the welcoming ceremony, she had wondered the school with no particular destination in mind, ending up a bit lost but still managing to make it to the assembly in time.
She had tried to say awake during the assembly but ultimately she, like many others, had failed to keep interest and found her mind wandering to her insecurities again. When it was finally over, she was snapped out of her thoughts by the stampede of students going to get their room assignments. She was one of the last to get hers and she had bowed respectfully to the teachers who had given them to her as a sign of respect before making her way to her room, getting delayed due to getting lost again.
Bringing herself back to the present, she moved over to her belongings and went through them, making sure everything was there before getting up and leaving the room. Eventually, she would find her way to the dining hall but she stopped just outside of it by the doors. Her nervousness was getting the better of her again and she hesitated to enter the room, unsure of what exactly lay beyond and more then a little scared of meeting her peers. | Name:
Amelia Artemia Averyonna
Age:
12
Grade:
1st
Nationality:
United States of New Columbia
Theme:
Pink and White Magnolias: A flower that represents dignity and elegance, two things Amelia hope to be able to carry herself with. The pink magnolia represents her shyness due to her new environment that is completely different from anything she has been around. The white magnolia represents her innocence and general ignorance to the ways of the rich and royal.
Appearance:
Amelia is small. Standing at a mere 4'4" and weighing just over 70lbs, she is very short for her age and is often mistaken for being younger then she really is. She possessed fair skin, short, straight blond hair that becomes darker at the tips, and bright, cerulean blue eyes. These features give her a look similar to a porcelain doll.
Outside of the school uniform, if she is allowed to wear casual cloths, Amelia wears a bit of a varied wardrobe. Growing up among the common folk, she does not possess any fancy dresses, nor is interested in them. She is fine wearing simple dresses, usually in the colors of blue, white, and green, but also red and purple on occasion and if they are available. She also likes to wear male cloths on occasion as well and if she hides her hair, she can pass off as a effeminate male. For accessories, Amelia is never seen without an umbrella or parasol, which she uses to protect her skin from the sun since it burns easily, and a ribbon is always wrapped around her right wrist to be used to tie up her hair for when she wants to sketch or paint. She is also often seen with a notepad to talk to other people should they not know sign language.
Bio:
Amelia was born into a lower-class family in the United State of Columbia, the second child of Thomas and Erina and younger sister of Alexander. Even from her early years, she was a bit of a burden on the family as she was often sick and in need of medicine that the family could barely afford. As she grew older this would become less frequent but she was still prone to getting sick more quickly and severely then most of the other children. Another issue that came to light while she was young was that the girl was a born mute, unable to speak a word despite her best efforts.
As she grew up, Amelia came to accept these flaws as part of who she was thanks to her parents, who doted on her and tried their best to make sure both their children were happy despite their financial troubles. Amelia's brother Alexander on the other hand, jealous of the extra attention his sister tended to receive, picked on and bullied her, attacking her psychologically and emotionally. While most of his attacks were little more then minor pranks to embarrass or belittle her, his worse one was when she was only six years old and he locked her out of the house during a particularly bad thunderstorm, letting her in only so he wouldn't get caught by their parents. This event led to the girl's massive fear of thunder and lightning, though regular rain does not bother her.
As the years went by, her families financial situation got better due her father, a merchant by trade, getting better business and being able to open his own shop, to better provide for his family. Amelia's talent as a artist also began blooming during these years, as sketching and painting were her main hobbies and she regularly practiced them, sometimes with a little help from some of her neighbors. By the time she was ten, she was able to make realistic landscapes and portraits with either a simply pencil or a brush and some paint.
Realizing their daughter would not be able to break out of the commoner life if she continued to live her current life. Putting her through a bit of a grueling study session, they had her participate for the scholarship tests for Saint Hirst Academy. Amelia managed to earn one of the few scholarships to the Academy
Sample Post:
It was with great reluctance that Amelia opened her eyes as a stray shaft of sunlight hit her in the face, waking her up from her slumber. Groaning to herself, she slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day. She was not a morning person and she hated the sun and it's entire existence right now. After getting cleaned and dressed for the day, wearing her favorite white dress, she headed downstairs to her family. After exchanging the usual greetings with her parents and not doing anything with her brother who in turn ignored her.
After breakfast, Amelia headed out the doors and into the streets of her home town. It was a quiet little place but it was beginning to grow and flourish as more people began settling into the area. The area was closing giving into civilization and losing nature in the process, a thought that made her sad. The surrounding landscapes could be so breathe taking and inspirational. She loved sketching or painting them but it seemed that little by little, her favorite spots were growing smaller or fewer. Sure, there was plenty in the surrounding area, but she never went very far due to safety concerns.
Moving through the streets, waving at the various townspeople she passed looking into the windows of several shops that she passed. She took her time at the general store and examine the sweets, resisting the urge to use her allowance on them, even though she really, really wanted to. continuing her walk, she reached the edge of town and walked a bit further until she reached her destination. Her favorite field, where flowers were growing as far as the eye could see. Finding a spot that was shaded by a nearby tree, she made herself comfortable and pulled out her sketchpad and a pencil, placing the lead tip to paper and going to work. Time quickly became lost to her as she focused on her task, blocking out all other distractions, her entire focus on the scene before her and her tools.
When she finally finished the task several hours later, she made her way back home. Her mother and father seemed to be out and thankfully so was her brother. At least, she had thought he was gone. As she headed upstairs, he came out of his room and moved her to her, scowling as they drew closer.
"Where've you been short-stop? Been out an about getting spoiled by everyone?" He asked, his tone angry for no reason as usual. Amelia just shook her head and lifted up her sketch pad. She knew he would know what she meant, so there was no need for sign language. Alexander simply scoffed and rolled his eyes at this before continue to speak. "You got a letter from that rich person school. Maybe it's the results from those tests you took. I wonder if you failed. Imagine, mom and dad spending all that money only for you to screw it up and wasting it. Then again, I have to question what kind of school would want a little burden like you? Anyway, it's in your room. Go see if they actually want you."
Amelia's stomach sank as she felt fear and dread wash over her in equal measure. After her brother moved past her, making sure to collide with her a bit as he did, she went to her room, closing the door behind her. She scanned the room, quickly spotting the letter on her bed and moved towards it, putting her pad down before picking it up. The letter was addressed to her and was seal with wax that had the Saint Hirst coat of arms. Taking a deep breathe to try and calm herself, she carefully opened the letter and pulled out the folded paper within. Opening the paper, she read it's contents once... twice... three times to be sure she was reading it correctly. She had passed. She had actually managed to get one of the scholarships into Saint Hirst. After the initial shock passed, she felt an overwhelming wave of joy as she held the letter to her chest, unable to believe she, a nobody with little talent of note, had been accepted into a school as well known as this.
The rest of the day was a blur to her. When she showed her parents the letter, they were overjoyed while her brother seemed to be livid by her acceptance. There was a small celebration in their home, with some of her friends and friends of her parents coming over to congratulate her as well. The rest of the time between then and her departure was spent preparing for her upcoming school life, getting her the supplies she would need while keeping her studies up. When the time finally came for her to leave, she was the most nervous she had ever been. She was just a small country girl going to a completely foreign land and a completely alien environment. As she left behind everything she knew for a realm of uncertainty, she could only hope that she didn't embarrass herself and found some way to fit in. And that she didn't arrive late.
Extras: |
5,459 | 147 | 56 | 1,083 | 1,250 | Nadalena Kofenstein
Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies
Nadalena was going through her mind how long it had been exactly since the two royals had occupied the same social gathering. It was certainly a decent amount of time; though it was unsurprising it had been relatively long ago considering Nadalena’s disdain for certain groups of people and interacting with them despite never showing her true nature to her schoolmates and peers. The polite (and open) gesture of inviting Nadalena to a tournament in Nordland was something she chose not to dismiss, though the truth of the matter was that she never really cared for spectacles and tourneys. She kept eye contact with Seyrun as she replied to the inquiry.
“It has been some time, I suppose. There was the royal visit to Nordland last year—though I suppose formalities are different than informal gatherings. We could count last year’s celebrations that were held before our senior classmates headed off to university proper, perhaps?” The raven-haired girl mused. | N a d a l e n a K ᴏ ꜰ ᴇ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ɪ ɴ
◤ N A M E ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein
◤ A G E ◢
15
◤ G R A D E ◢
4ᵀᴴ
◤ N A T I O N A L I T Y ◢
Espenovan Commonwealth
Equivalent of Poland-Lithuania
Located in Eastern Europa on the borders of Germania
◤ A P P E A R A N C E ◢
Nadalena is on the short end of height equivalent to her ethnic background and gender at five foot even. Her skin is light, possibly paler than others due to the mountainous environment of Espenova and her preference for indoor tutelage but she has been one to go outside so it isn’t simply a complexion born of a recluse. She has irises born of burgundy and her long blue-black hair gives her the impression of a girl of trueborn espenovan descent. In addition to her physical appearance she tends to gravitate towards practicality in her dress thus wears simple yet still elegant gowns of dark colors such as ebony, charcoal, burgundy, mahogany, midnight blue, and ash. These are generally accent by simple silver accessories (sometimes with jewelry enhanced with sapphires or emeralds) such as tiaras, bracelets, lockets, amulets, and rings.
◤ B I O ◢
Nadalena Kofenstein was born in Ružovec, the largest city in the western demense of the Espenovan Commonwealth as the eldest child of an aging monarch.
Nadalena was always a quiet child with few friends and companions; she didn’t care to interact much and instead preferred reading books of various scholars ranging from subject to subject; generally espenovan in origin. These generally gave her a perspective of her cultural and historical heritage that she found fascinating, especially those that were beliefs written about the warring kingdoms era where espenovan were not only at the throats of those in the south, but their brothers and sisters with petty kingdoms plotting to discredit, manipulate, control, and conquer their kinsmen because they felt they could not be trusted; a paranoia that seems to have been injected in the espenovan since their creation. But young Nadalena didn’t see it as delusional cowardice but rather overzealous cautiousness; a trait initiated out of precaution and earnest protection. She found it interesting how by the time the realm survived the warring kingdoms era there were only five espenovan great houses that succeeded: House Kofenstein, House Raksa, House Klasek, House Sárbon, and House Myrtrov; with her house being the most powerful of them all.
Her father’s tutelage about how the world would come to exist framed a lot of her theological and political views as well as made her understand that she had to know people to predict them. If she needed to be a master of shadows and murmurs to do so, she would become such. Still, courtesies and manners were not something Nadalena wasn’t educated upon; after all, she was still as much as a princess as she was an espenovan. But beneath all the smiles and fragrances there was an untrusting scowl underneath it all in truth. The words “trust no one, not even your friends” would become concrete upon her mind; especially after experiencing an attempted seizing of power by her father’s own brother when she was ten years old. This would give her the comprehension that humanity was factually changing and it was not simply cynical theories and that anybody could succumb to greed. She watched her uncle’s execution with her own eyes as her father drove his sword into his chest.
A few months ago it was decided that Nadalena would continue her studies abroad in Sabire — at the renowned academy known as the Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies.
◤ S A M P L E P O S T ◢
I miss Espenova.
Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson – that mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it.
So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.
Nadalena’s brows narrowed as the speaker continued on with their speech as she began to see subtleties in their dialogue that had she not been intelligent she may not have picked up on. A light smile curled on her lips from the intriguing facts that this man tried to keep secretly hidden away. Underneath all of the politeness and inspirational flowerings of their speech were little words that they repeated: a flaw in their understanding of the common language or perhaps an indulgence they could not let go of. Words like friend, truly, and ward were meant to be used lightly but they spoke them with emphasis. A minor deduction of any individual with relative intelligence and perception would show that this was a person that loved power of others; especially those with greater prestige than they could ever wield. The power to discipline the “future” of Europa if they so wished. But they flavored it with guile and insistence on their friendly disposition. Interesting, but worrisome.
They finished their introductory speech with a phrase from the old tongue of the south; what her ancestors had called “the summer language”. E Pluribus Unum, otherwise meaning “One from Many”. She supposed they were an intellectual shill who served to only exist to eat the trash thrown on the streets like a bottom feeding eel and thus liked repeating words he had heard of some decades ago.
Pathetic. |
5,460 | 147 | 57 | 1,522 | 1,025 | Blake Eights
When Rufie got onto the subject of Dana’s punishment and the toothbrush-ing of wash spaces, Blake couldn’t resist chiming in.
“Don’t forget that Dana would probably use your toothbrush~!” when Dana mentioned the modern cut of the student president’s outfit Blake ran a finger down the seams, innocently tracing up from Dana’s waist to her chest and feeling the hidden strain of the fabric. As Rufie revealed Dana’s punishment, Blake’s eyes shone with glee.
“Oh, don’t worry! I’m such a good friend that I don’t mind sharing in the slightest. Although I feel it may be a tight squeeze, I'm sure you won't mind~” her grip gently tightened around Dana as she spoke, head still on Dana’s shoulder as they made their way into the canteen. Releasing as they entered, Blake skipped over to grap a meal.
“Now let’s see what we can get away with while having a bite to eat.” Blake looked Dana in Rufie’s uniform up and down, taking in the colour palette, and having a practiced eye look at the food on display. Pasta sauce stains so wonderfully, the colour is often darker and more muted though. Egg dishes have a good colour, but unless the yolk is still runny it won’t stain too well. Pumpkin soup? Could work, a vibrant colour, plus she could use the heat as an excuse to be more enthusiastic with Dana, and Dana loves orange.
The thickness could cake into the fabric nicely, meaning simply wiping it off would be less useful. Even better if cream is stirred in... leaving me and Dana an excuse to raid Rufie’s wardrobe! I wonder what PJs she brought along? Probably something frilly I bet. losing herself in a daydream momentarily, Blake selected her meal, precariously balanced the bowl of soup in one hand and playfully ‘lost her balance’ before catching herself and winking at Dana, not a drop spilled as she walked backwards and grabbed a small bread roll.
“So, shall we eat~?” | Name: Blake Eights
Age: 16
Grade: 5
Nationality: New Holland
Theme: Spider
Appearance: 155cm 50kg
Bio: Blake was born in the island nation of New Holland to unknown parents and was communally raised by the town. It was a land only just now being tamed and finally entering the world stage. The colonization efforts were hard, but once a foothold was established the harsh country became a wonderland for scientists and artists alike to make a name for themselves documenting the new flora and fauna to be found. Red soil stained the deserts and rich green forests littered the coastline. A veritable rainbow birds speckled the air with their pigments and although taming was the only appropriate word for what was happening to New Holland the harshness of any area beyond the coastline coupled with fauna that had an almost unnatural tendency towards poison made a true taming of the land a distant dream.
It was in this land that Blake grew as an artist, depicting the wonders of the land around her, the exploits of those who ventured into the land and the treasures they brought back. Seeing the blossoming talent, the townsfolk felt that Blake would have better prospects outside of the frontier town they were and petitioned for her to go to Saint Hirst Academy. It had nothing to do with the Madame from the brothel commissioning Blake to make advertisements for her establishment. However it was only once she was admitted into Saint Hirst Academy that Blake found her muse.
Sample Post: The warm glow of the sun cresting the horizon lit the silhouette of a shorter girl sitting at an easel. Legs not reaching the ground from her stool, the sound of charcoal scratching over paper in a slow arching motion lightly filled the air around her. Looking over the newly illuminated landscape, Blake quickly finished up her rough sketch before taking out the water colour paints and adding the golden light at the top splayed and washing over the emerald ground, rippling like silken sheets.
Eyes staring at her latest masterpiece, Blake added two red orbs, those eyes that pierced her heart. Looking at the painting you would see only the vaguest hint of the landscape before her. Instead you would see was an image that would make a rock blush. A golden-haired beauty sprawled under green silken sheets, the ‘hills’ nearly cresting out of the sea of green.
“Another gift for my muse~” letting the air dry the water colours a little more before putting the image away. Dashing back up to the dorms to compare her work to the real thing, something she knew she couldn’t compare to.
Extras: Blake has a sketch book full of images of her muse. Said muse is completely aware of the sketch book, since Blake will shove a new drawing under her nose each day. That said, Blake will gladly paint a portrait of you… maybe with some creative liberties when it comes to poses. |
5,461 | 147 | 58 | 2,487 | 9,775 | ✣ The Boss ✣
“Welcome to the real world Hildr. This is the backbone of most jobs,” Boss said without even looking up from her own paperwork. No, it wasn’t glamorous or ideal in any sense. But it did pay the bills and put food on the table, for the most part. Heaven forbid they start to rant about the actual pay grade lest they be heard by another staff member. Or worse; a student.
“And with your degree in languages, I doubt you’d get much else from a smaller school either,” Boss added; this time, she did look up with a raised eye. “You would just be complaining about not reaching your full potential or that you could be doing so much more. Or something along those lines. I know this because you’ve already done so. Multiple times.”
That being said, Boss went right back into the throes of her work, unswayed by the desk rumbling beneath. “If you break that, you have to pay for it,” she reminded Hildr, moving her pen to and fro against the papers. “And I don’t want another reason for you to complain during work hours so try to make sure your head is a soft as your work performance here.”
Back outside in the hallways, Dana was caught between tilting her head and outright snickering at Rufie’s threats to her. “Aww come on Rufie, lighten up! Oh ho, it was just a prank bro! No one eveeeer gets hurt in pran-e-eh?” A cross between a glare and a look of panic painted her features but it was mostly a glower that aimed itself at Rufie.
Blake’s remarks and actions were not helping and she was tempted to smack the both. She didn’t need to though; her glare alone said measures of what she thought of such a proposal. “Pfft. Always a kill joy, Rufie,” she said as the trio of girls entered the cafeteria at last. As the other two went about getting their food, Dana chose the nearest thing that resembled fish-tuna casserole or something-before heading to their table. Blake’s antics earned her a sighing wink from Dana, but the repercussions of being in the same bad as her still had her shuddering. | Name: The Boss
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Motif: If there’s one icon among the cosmos that best represents the Boss and her nature, it’s the ever elusive but never out of style work tie. Whether it be in grays, blacks, or dark blues, it has become a symbol of the Boss’ presence and sheer strength.
As Saint Hirst Academy is a school of prestige meant only for the best of the best, it only makes sense their instructors would be cut from the depth of quality. As such, those lucky enough to be taught by none other than the Boss should consider themselves in the presence of roundabout success. Hailing from the United States of New Columbia, the Boss was sent to first oversee the progress made in Saint Hirst before becoming one among their ranks.
It’s said she left behind a well taken care of financial empire back home and rumors have even sprung up that she’s actually the school’s Head Master in plain sight. Whether that be true or not, it’s clear to see she expects nothing more than the best effort that can be given. Yet despite her tough exterior, a soft spot for her students can be found. After all, she knows quite well the challenges of growing up, being a mother of two herself.
✣ Theme ✣ |
5,462 | 147 | 59 | 2,070 | 149 | Ramona Herrman
Ray stood there patiently waiting for a response. She was about to speak again, unsure if Maya had even heard her greeting in the noisy lunchroom. It was then that her frosty blue eyes looked up and blinked in confusion. They were so icy that it caused Ramona to freeze, but only for a moment. Sure, her stare was intimidating... but when it came to Ramona's origin, a lot of people were unnerving at first. However, she knew better than most that a persons true worth lies inside. Never judge a book by it's cover.
"Hmm? Are you speaking to me? "If so, I imagine that wouldn't be very wise." Her voice was equally cold as her appearance. Although, there was an unmistakable note of sorrow in her tone. Ramona knew the sound all too well. It was the slight expression of loneliness after being on your own for so long. A pang of sympathy struck her heart, steeling her resolve to become friends with the mysterious girl. While she spoke her head tilted to the side causing her golden hair to cascade across her shoulder. The warriors eyebrows knitted together as she processed her words. However, instead of inquiring as to why it would be foolish to associate with Maya, the red head waited patiently allowing the girl to finish in hope of further explanation.
Maya smiled meekly in an attempt to cover her pain. It was clear as day to Ramona, but the warrior knew first hand that most would not notice the tell tale signs. "Do not let my presence cause issues. 'I've not seen you before, Miss Ramona. New, I assume? I worry if you speak with too much, the other students will alienate you."
"Ah, so that's the reason." Ray thought while taking the seat next to Maya. "The students here must have went out of their way to isolate her. I am not sure why, she seems friendly enough. Either way, it is unacceptable behavior."
Her chivalrous nature kicked into overdrive just then. She rested her arm on the back of her seat and turned sideways so she could face Maya. A warm smile lit her features while she tipped her head to the side setting her emerald gaze thus giving the loner her full attention. With her other arm she reached out toward Maya in an attempt to give a proper handshake.
"You are absolutely correct, I just enrolled this year." Her voice came across as warm but with an authoritative edge. A permanent attribute due to constantly maintaining control.
"As for the student population you should know that I tend to disregard the judgement of peers." She shrugged her shoulders, acting as if popularity was of no concern to her. Which, in truth, was the case.
"Why would I wan't to associate with those who are too closed minded to go as far as alienate me for someone I am simply talking to? I will always do what I feel is right."
She grinned once more, still maintaining eye contact.
"Now, you have two choices... You could either come back to the table with me. Possibly make new friends." Ramona paused for dramatic effect with yet another shrug.
"Or... I will go back, get my food, and come join you over here. Either way, don't worry. I'll protect you from any bully." She added with a wink. | Name: Ramona (Ray) Herrman
Age: 17 Years Old
Grade: 5th Grade
Nationality: Empire of Germania.
Theme: The White Knight. Due to her background and her chivalrous yet fearsome nature, it is obvious why this theme matches her perfectly. She is kind hearted, but also a force of nature. When a damsel is in distress she is the first one to defend a woman's virtue.
Appearance: Ramona has crimson red hair that usually is held back in a high ponytail during fights or while training. When casual, her hair is usually left down, ending towards the middle of her back. You usually know when she means business judging by her hairstyle. Her eyes are an emerald green. As lush and vibrant as the spring meadows that are scattered about her country. She stands at about 5'7'' and weighs around 150ibs, her weight giving her a slightly curvy frame. Ray walks with authority and determination. On the outside she is the picture perfect protector. On the inside however, is a fire raging to be unleashed. A wild child dying to express herself. After all, how can a flower bloom when it is being smothered? When she speaks she commands the attention of the entire room. People are known to respect both her intellect as well as her physical prowess.
Bio: The Empire of Germania is known for many things. One of which is their impressive, loyal warriors and protectors. Most would compare this group with King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. Leading the charge is first in command, Sir Alexandar Herrman. He is the first class warriors instructor as well as their chief in command. One day he met a maiden who was known to come from high nobility and important social standing. Tamsin Alt was one of the fairest elegable women in all of Germania. Though dozens of men have competed for her affection, Alexandar was the one who had won her heart.
Not long after their courtship, the two were married and had conceived a child. A girl whom they had named Ramona Jade. Ramona is derived from the Old German language as "protecting hands" while Jade stems from the enchanting color of her eyes. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth that resulted in Tamsin's death. Overcome with grief, Alexandars one and only way of coping was to raise their child to become the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever known. In addition to all of Ray's academic classes, she would also have lessons in both chivalry and swordsmanship. Every spare moment she had was dedicated to becoming a knight. In fact, by the age of five, the girl had already known the basic techniques in sword play... a skill that an average warrior would have had by the time they were ten.
As time went by she became the best in her rank. The best in the entire kingdom in fact. To the point where the instructors had become students themselves, overshadowed by her success.
Every year the league of warriors would hold a tournament. This tournament placed eligible fighters into their title. Whether it be something as common as a courtyard guardian or something as important as protecting his royal highness. Each swordsman would enter the tournament on their graduation day. Rather than have a ceremony like normal students, these potential defenders would compete for the highest honor.
However, by the time our White Knight had turned the age of 15, she had grown weary of the customs she was constantly surrounded by. She was tired of being known as "Alexandar's prodigy" or simply just "a warrior." She wanted to explore. She wanted to live life outside of her birdcage. To spread her wings and fly.
With much convincing and the promise of expanding her horizons as well as her experience, Ramona had reasoned with her father to allow her to transfer schools. As long as she returned by the time of the tournament and kept up with her lessons. Her main school of choice was none other than Saint Hirst Academy, a prestigious institution located in the small town of Sabrie.
Sample Post: The sun was beginning to rise as the dawn of another day in Germania commenced. Most of the townsfolk were beginning to set up shop to sell and trade goods. Farmers were starting to till their crops and feed their livestock. Meanwhile, since the witching hour Ramona Herrman had been busy in the Knights Academy Gymnasium putting in some last minute training.
"Axe kick! Good... now finish him." Alexandar commanded from the sidelines.
With one final blow, the punching bag Ray had been practicing on had snapped from its chains and fallen to the ground. Other warriors who had just arrived at the gym for their morning exercise had whooped and cheered in appreciation for their comrade.
"And that men, is how it is done." Alexandar beamed as he strode over to where Ramona had been standing. She had her hands on her knees and was panting heavily due to the extra effort she had put in her last attack. Her father gave her a stern look causing Ray to remember her surroundings as well as proper behavior, and stand at attention. She straightened her back so she stood tall and proud. Her chin held high, while her eyes stared straight forward with her hand near her forehead in a salute, awaiting further orders.
"At ease, at ease." The commander waved her off and presented a letter.
"This came for you a moment ago."
Ramona relaxed and took the parchment from her fathers grasp. The letter was held in an off white envelope with her name addressed on the front. She flipped it over and grinned upon seeing the seal of her dream school.
"It came." She smiled and roughly tore open the parcels contents.
She took a brief moment to read the first few sentences before folding the letter and placing it neatly in her messenger bag lying on a sparring bench nearby. A sense of excitement coarsed through her like a bolt of lightening.
She wanted to sing, wanted to dance, wanted to celebrate. She had been accepted. She was going to Saint Hirst Academy. But she knew better... Taking extra precaution in wiping the grin off her face she turned her heal and looked at her father with the decorum that was drilled into her since childhood.
"It seems that I have been accepted sir. With your permission, I would like to ready myself for departure in a matter of a few days. Classes will be starting soon, and with the institution being so far away, I thought it best I be prepared and become familiar with my surroundings before my studies commence." As she spoke her face gave nothing away. Her calm, business-like exterior was a stark contrast to what she had actually been feeling. Unfortunately, it was unacceptable for a knight to show any emotion, for fear it would make them seem weak.
Extra: Ramona wants nothing more than to have a seemingly normal life. No matter how brief a period in time that may be. Before she begins her duty to become a warrior for Germania, she would like to experience what it is to be a true adolescent. To be free. |
5,463 | 147 | 60 | 1,278 | 8,058 | Seyrun RiviathanSt. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday
"Indeed, formalities are so boring," Seyrun said, letting out an exaggerated sigh, as she recalled the many social gatherings that she was required to attend as the future representative of her nation. "I understand the reasons behind most of them yet, I always have to force myself to not sleep when I have to listen to the umpteenth candidate to my hand trying to gain my favor while singing praises to their own family or nation. You sure do suffer from that too, don't you, Nadia?"
—X X X X X—Right after Seyrun made her latest comment, a figure that would be known to the veterans, but not so much to the newcomers, walked into the Dinner Hall. The academy's dean, Headmistress Rachel Elizabeth III, Duchess of Sabrie, an auburn-haired woman whose age-defying appearance was the envy of many students and faculty alike.
"My goodness, if that's not an interesting line up we have here," Rachel said to herself, after setting her eyes on the table occupied by some of the most dignified members of the student body. "I came here expecting to find Sar— excuse me, 'Boss' and Hildr. Nevertheless, this is much more amusing," she added, again to no one in particular.
"Are you having a nice day, Little Ladies?" Rachel said, creeping on from behind Seyrun —who almost jumped out of her skin— while flashing her characteristic cat-like smile at the students. "Oh, why are you so scared, Riviathan? A fencer such as you should be always on her guard, is it not? Fufufu~" she added teasingly. "That said, girls..." she gave a long glance around the, now mostly chamber, before continuing, "I know that the afternoon classes are optional. However, the cleaning staff needs to work. I believe your talk was very good, given that some of you have barely touched your meal but, lunchtime is over. Please, finish your dishes before you leave, the kitchen staff is always disheartened when their work is thrown away."
"Yes, one more thing," Rachel said, tapping her chin with her index, pensively. "Why don't you girls come to the library this evening? I heard rumors that something 'special' will happen," she added while standing close to them, looking at the girls with the gaze of a predatory feline. | Character List10/12 Students Slots
♦ Seyrun Riviathan.
♦ Tilia Fitzregald.
♦ Maya Enilsdottir.
♦ Riley Rodgers.
♦ Sarah Finnigan.
♦ Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Sina Segert.
♦ Blake Eights.
♦ Ramona Herrman.
♦ Lyn Harris.
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Staff & Others
♦ The Boss.
♦ Hildr Reinhardt.
Room Arrangements
♦ Room 01: Seyrun Riviathan & Ramona Herrman.
♦ Room 02: Tilia Fitzregald & Nadalena Kofenstein.
♦ Room 03: Sarah Finnigan & Riley Rodgers.
♦ Room 04: Maya Enilsdottir & Sina Segert.
♦ Room 05: Blake Eights & Student President Rufie and Mistress Trash Can.
♦ Room 06: Lyn Harris |
5,464 | 147 | 61 | 1,409 | 1,959 | Reinhardt
"Then the real world sucks. Ugh, why couldn't I just take up embroidery, or daytime drinking? But no, I had to get an education. Grr, curse my supportive family for not telling me to give up on my dreams, curse them!" Her fist shook in the air long before her head rose from the wood and found no pity in her contemporaries cool exterior. She hadn't expected any, of course, but feigning the look of a kicked puppy at least made her feel like Boss felt bad, deep down on the inside.
Failing this, she reclaimed her pen and smoothed out the crumpled papers, resuming work with all the sluggishness of a train leaving the station. "Bah, you're right as always. I'd ask if you get tired of it, but the answer is so obvious our freshman girls could answer it after their first class with you."
While Hildr needled Boss to distract from the tedium of scholastic pursuits, Rufie was feeling incredibly self-satisfied at the looks of anger and dread Dana sent her way.
Friends they may be, but getting one over the snarky blonde brat just felt so very right to her. Besides, it wasn't as if Dana was an innocent here, so there was absolutely no need to feel sorry for releasing Blake upon her.
...well, maybe just a little.
"Mmm, the dining hall smells as lovely as ever." Rufie declared amidst a rapturous inhalation, pausing to allow Dana and Blake to pass ahead before taking up the rear. Having marched from station to school in record time she was past the point of peckish and craved a hearty meal to gorge herself upon, considering it a personal reward for not getting physical with Dana for co-opting the announcements earlier.
Zealously guarding her twin servings of Chicken Alfredo, she alighted upon their customary table and tore into the warm, savory meat with a gusto that was almost unladylike, were it not for the complete absence of spills or stains as noodles were slurped and chicken torn asunder upon her fork.
"Now Blake," Rufie chimed primly between bouts of cutting and feasting, "Now that I've shafted Dana into the drama department, what are your plans for the year? I imagine the costume department would be grateful to have your skill with a needle."
Her eyes flicked to Dana, savoring the warmth of kicking her when she was down. "And with how quick they seem to go through clothes around here, replacements must be in high demand." | Name: Hildr Reinhardt.
Age: Don't Ask.
Nationality: Western Germanian.
Theme: A maternal figure among the Saint Hirst teaching staff, the Germanian woman is as approachable as she is fallible. She forgets the names of new students, rushes to get her mountains of tests graded, and suffers wardrobe malfunctions like any other student, perhaps more so. While the Boss favors her attire as a symbol of stark severity and power, Hildr comes across as a more typical worker who is somewhere between sloven and devout in their efforts.
She's a mother of three and dearly devoted to her daughters, being something of an insufferable empty-nester in their absence, as any coworker could attest, and had left her past employment in favor of a position where she can mold the promising youth's of tomorrow with a gentle hand and probably a dirty joke or two. Prone to being overtly affectionate and has little regard for personal space when intoxicated or excited, though that is considered by many to be typical of Germanian's. |
5,465 | 148 | 0 | 1,445 | 9,374 | "You will be monitored and graded through the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one and return to the top of the cliff. You will guard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions? Good! Now, take your positions."
There was very little chance to questions or further preparation. This year, the future hunters-to-be were being dropped off in the Emerald Forest. Literally. Sections of the floor were retracted into the ship at random, causing hunters to plummet towards the forest below. Most were ready, some even went to the nearest opening and jumped out on their own violation. The ship was moving fairly fast, making students land in different parts of the forest. The sound of gunfire deep below alerted the students that others are in the process of landing, or perhaps have already found grimm to fight.
Sitting on a box was a faunas girl with cow tits horns. She sat on a box twirling a rod in her hand. Between spins she'd lick an end, looking ever so ecstatic as students began to drop. Soon, as if Ozpin knew to tease her, her panel was the last one left. Wasting no time she hopped off the box, revealing what it was: a portable stereo system. This wasn't your run-of-the-mill street dancer's boombox. This was military grade, capable of being loud enough to deafen gunfire. The girl who sat on it put some earplugs on and played a song as they both plummeted to the ground.
As they fell to the ground Evergreen kicked the stereo system away with great force, her song playing across the entire forest until it crashed against an unfortunate ursa. As for Evergreen herself she was in a free fall, spreading her body out wide to slow her decent until she found her target; a really huge tree. Once she was close enough Evergreen swung her weapon at the tree, and it extended a long whip-like wire. When it hit the tree it stuck to the trunk, and Evergreen swung around and around the tree until she came to a halt right at the base. She retracted the other end of her rod, cutting many branches as she did so. Walking away without a care in the world the giant tree branches behind her feel into a big pile.
"Now, where are those ruins?" | Name: Evergreen "Eve" Taurus
Age: 18
Color: Evergreen
Race: Faunas
Weapon:
Shooting Star - A mix of a whip, flail, and grappling hook, Shooting Star uses a woven titanium steel fibers that are flexible enough that it can be coiled around her arm, yet rigid enough to be used to block attacks and heavy blows. In it's fully sheathed form, it looks like a small rod with barely enough space to be held with both of Eve's hands. When in use however, she can make the fibers extend up to fifty meters, and can freely switch to make it longer or shorter as needed. At the tip of each end is a small, blunt knob, which is capable of attaching itself to any surface and hold up to five tons in weight, allowing Eve to use it to grapple her foe or attach a larger, or create a more deadly flail using whatever is around her.
Semblance:
Vectors - Eve's semblance allows her to control the momentum of objects in motion, including increasing or decreasing their acceleration and changing their direction without exerting an outside force. It's not quite telekinesis since she can't simply make an object move unless it's already making notable movement, but so long as it is she can increase or decrease the vector of it's movements in massive or subtle ways, despite how short it's movements may ultimately be.
Personality: In a word, selfish. Eve cares very little about anyone else but herself. And she shows this by being sadistic, enjoying hurting others and watching them suffer. She may become angry seeing her "Favorite things" being harmed or taken away from her, but she wouldn't really care if she herself ends up losing them because she killed them or simply lost interest in them. Eve is aware of her sex appeal and makes gratuitous use out of it, both out of vanity and self-loathing. She understands how sexy she is and how it'll help her use others as she wishes, but frankly doesn't care if people think of her as a whore or slut because she knows she is. And she enjoys being one, though she tries to be a bit classy about it when she isn't horny. Eve can be quite a bitch, holding petty grudges and generally making people's life a living hell for little-to-no reason at all. A natural bully and promotes the idea that might makes right: If you are stronger than someone, it is your ideals and laws that should be enforced, not out of ethics or sensibility, but simply because no one has the power to tell you otherwise.
Positively, Eve enjoys being in the company of others and often tries to find herself in social groups. She likes having a partner or group back her up in her endeavors, and feeds off the mob mentality to do more extreme and powerful acts. While she doesn't often see herself as a "Leader", she does think of herself as a team player, and is more than glad to either guide the flock or simply go with the flow, whichever seems more interesting at the time. Eve is also generally quite pleasant or at least happy, and it's odd to find her brooding or gloomy. She can be quite boisterous when fighting or otherwise excited, and subtly is saved only to make a grand explosion of an entrance.
Eve can almost seem like a big sister or even mother to those who she thinks is weaker than herself, treating them with some kindness and affection. However she'll generally only do this for those who she thinks have nothing but desperation or adoration to her, and she'd only be so kind to those who can actually provide her something of use. Weak people who cling to her for protection, without being able to pay for that protection, will be crushed for her amusement.
Backstory: Eve is the half-sister of Adam Taurus, sharing the same father, but not the same mother. Who her parents are Eve doesn't know nor care. Growing up she did stay with her half-brother often, doing so simply out of familial protection. But as Eve grew older, she started to grow bigger and stronger than most of the other kids her age. With no family to control her and Eve's own natural resentment against authority, she let the power get to her head and became a menace as a child, often subjugating children to her whims and cruelty. Even the adults would fail to control her, as she was rebellious and eventually grew large enough to match the size of fully grown hunters, and this was before she hit puberty.
By the time Eve was 13 she had largely left Adam from her mind, only slightly aware of his actions through the White Fang. She found it pathetic how they needed to band together and fight off the humans, unlike Eve, who had willingly used her charms and body to get into the human's good grace. Not that she liked them any better; they treated her as an animal, and at an early age she was little more than a sex slave. But she kept a cool head all the while, and when the opportunity presented itself her "Masters" suffered and unfortunate "Accident", and it was during those times that Eve would have set into motion a plan to ruin her master's family and homes, either by directing disgrunted servants to ransack the home or fore in-fighting within the family itself.
By the time she was 16 Adam had become the new leader of the White Fang and for some reason, went to find Eve. He wanted her to join his rebellion, to which Eve responded by running away from him and joining the Hunters. She had no interest in the plight of the faunas, and she herself was more interested in the adventurous life of a hunter. She attended a hunting school in Vacuo while she was escaping her brother's influence, and used her education to move to Beacon where she'd begin her career as a true hunter.
Other: Eve cares very little of Faunas as a whole, especially those who "Suffer" from racism. She thinks of them as mere weaklings who let the humans bully them into submission. And even though the White Fang have been made to fight against such racism, she thinks they're all just cowards trying to form a mob for mutual protection, and figures that individually the White Fang are cowardly. She doesn't hold this opinion for all the faunas she knows/meets, but generally they'd need to prove to be the exception to her rule. Eve is also quite wealthy, though she downplays her wealth since most of it was taken from others or earned through less savory occupations. And while Eve freely has sex with anyone who she fancies, she isn't a prostitute and will kill you if you think she is. She enjoys sex, but that doesn't mean you can just buy it from her. At least treat her to dinner first. Speaking of her sexuality, Eve is "Opportunistic". Her catch phrase is "Beastly", which she often uses as an adjective to something impressive or great, or as a shorthand to agreeing with something she likes very much. It is the equivalent of using the word "Awesome". |
5,466 | 148 | 1 | 1,228 | 2,368 | The girl listened patiently, her golden gaze only averting from Ozpin when the panels started opening underneath her fellow students: mostly humans, some faunus, all having something to prove by being here. She stood mostly still save for her fingers flexing in her gloves, itching to grasp Blush and tear through some Grimm-- And find the relics of course. Any time now, she thought, her patience running thin now that the ship was silent with anticipation. Kobi didn't have to wait long, however, and was one of the first students to be deployed. She dropped for no more than a couple seconds before disappearing into a rosy tear in space. She reappeared just above the treeline and fell through the canopy, landing comfortably with two legs on two branches.
Kobi pulled Blush off her back, giving it a single handed twirl before dropping to a couple branches and then the solid ground below. She was silent, eyebrows up as she looked around for any sign of Grimm or another student...satisfied with the silence, she rested the BFS over her shoulder and started walking, loosely following the direction the airship flew toward. Even if she couldn't find the ruins right away, she could at least find a partner; if not to help herself, she was always willing to help others. And anyone would be oh-so-lucky to have Kobi Rhodren on their side. | Kobi Rhodren | 17 | Human
COLOR
Pink
WEAPON
Blush. She uses dust powered ammo to enhance the already powerful weapon.
SEMBLANCE
Blink: it allows her to teleport a short distance within her field of vision in a crackle of pink. When enhanced with Dust, the direct line between A and B is powered with the respective element. Lightning is her favorite.
PERSONALITY
Kobi is driven, powerful, and believes herself to be a literal force of nature to be reckoned with. She's not entirely wrong, but she can definitely be arrogant while underestimating the strength in others. However, she's friendly enough--even if she's just humoring you--and prefers to get along with others, expecting them to make the effort to get to know her. She comes off as shallow because of this, but there lies unresolved fears of intimacy. She uses being overly-polite and--if that fails--bitter sarcasm to as defense mechanisms, but has no problem breaking this barrier if she gets outraged or feels extremely insulted. Despite all this, she wants to do the right thing and, overall, make Remnant a better, more peaceful place.
BACKSTORY
Kobi was born and raised in Vale's upper-class district, given a comfortable life. Her family owns Rhodren Inc: a design firm responsible for the architecture and some interior design of the most notable buildings in Vale. The company is so big, in fact, that it is often contracted overseas--most notably to Atlas. Other than the prestige, Rhodren Inc. is known for its former support to the White Fang; of course, annual donations and support stopped when the terrorism began. However, that isn't Kobi's story:
Kobi is the youngest of six, and only one will inherent the company. This doesn't bother Kobi, however, because she is getting all the financial support and opportunities she needs now in order to establish her own future. So, she will be the only huntress of her family as her older siblings will be fighting with each other to find a safe place in the company. Despite her unorthodox choice, her family is supportive and her eldest often jokes about hiring her back as a body guard once she's a full fledged huntress.
Still, the path leaves her with a lot to prove: she wants to fill the shoes and grow out of them.
OTHER
Artistic
Her favorite color is red
While she's also physically strong, a lot of her aura goes into using her heavy weapon (which is why she wears armor as well)
Dislikes the Schnee Dust Company but buys their shit anyway. Modern equivalent would be slapping a "FUCK CAPITALISM" sticker on your iPhone 8.
Character art. |
5,467 | 148 | 2 | 941 | 3,112 | There was an old guy talking. Or at least he looked old; he might just have white hair. The dude - Oswald or something - was explaining stuff. It was probably important, and Argent knew that she should listen. She tried that, though, but this guy used too many words. Motherfucker should've just gave the quick version, like he did at the end, first. 'Get thing, protect thing, move thing' - was that so hard? She boredly ran her tongue along her upper teeth. She had a sub before they took off; it tasted good. She wasn't much of a fan of the onions though. Thinking about it, this really was her first time flying. It was actually kind of like a bitch-version of sailing; so she settled in pretty easily.
"Oh, he's done," Argent remarked to herself as a mechanical sliding noise sounded and the air-pressure dropped. While Argent had little problems with flying, her only real qualm lay in the change of pressure. It made her nose feel weird and her ears dull and it was just not a good time for someone like her who relied on their senses and instinct and subliminimal massaging or whatever they called it. She turned around to see a missing panel in the floor behind her. Was that their exit? Argent took a step forward as the section of floor beneath her retracted, sending her falling horizontally into the sea of green below rather than vertically as she had expected. There was some music playing elsewhere. Words on the edge of her mind that she could only barely hear as the wind rushed through her ears, drowning out all the panicked screams of others and the accompaniment of bowel ejection. Falling was kind of like swimming, now that she thought about it. You're sinking, suspended in non-solid substance, and resistance was a factor one should take into account.
"..."
It occurred to her that she was facing face towards the ground, and that landing this way may hurt significantly. It didn't help that she had no fancy-schmancy acrobatic bullshit or 'relatively low terminal velocity' ('What the fuck is a terminal velocity anyway?') to help her out what with the fucking anchor strapped to her back. Anchors were, after all, meant to keep things from moving with their weight. She raised her arms slightly, using the air resistance to shift herself into a vertical position. She brought her knees to her chest and tucked her head in, waiting for the impact like a not-so-metaphorical cannonball.
CRASH!
Argent tore through the treeline like a rock through paper. No, that was wrong - paper beats rock. It was more like a punch snapping a bone in twain, or her harpoon penetrating the flesh of an unfortunate foe. With a final THUNK! she hit the ground proper, leaving a nice dent in the earth. That's right. Fuck you earth, and your lack of fall-cushioning. At least water had the goddamn courtesy to cushion falls under a specific speed, and air wasn't even there, like a spooky ghost.
Argent stretched her limbs outwards and yawned. There was a POP!, and now she could hear things better... and her nose felt weird. Fuck. She leapt to her feet, rubbing her nose through the dark veil on her lower-face.
"...Uhh..." Argent sounded, looking all around here. Where was she to go now? Where the fuck were these ruins? "...Okay..." she droned, resigned to follow after the ship since she didn't see any ruins when she looked out the window. | Name: Argent Miskaton
Age: 17
Color: Silver
Race: Faunus
WeaponStill Waters
Weapon Derivation: Anchor, Harpoon Gun, Spear
A large, heavy-looking weapon about the size of Argent herself, colored with the same grays as her clothing ensemble. It's primary form is that of a stockless anchor. As opposed to standard seafaring implement, the outer edges of the anchor's arms are bladed, and the flukes of the anchor are bladed, bilateralled barbed, and oriented parallel to the arms like arrows rather than perpendicular like spades. These features allow it to serve as a weapon similar to a battleaxe and horseman's pick, respectively. When it changes form into a spear, the arms fold into the anchor and the shank telescopically extends. While the bladed outer edges are still available, allowing for swinging attacks, the key feature of this form is the crown that tapers into an arrow-like point. Its third and final form is a harpoon gun. Transformation into this form is similar to the spear transition, except without the extended shank. The trigger to the gun is located in the head of the anchor, and the balancing band acts as its barrel. When fired, the harpoon is followed by a metal wire rather than a chain. After hitting and penetrating a target, the anchor arms can open and close, and the wire can be retracted at will. When not in use, it telescopes into a slightly smaller version of itself that is carried on Argent's back.SemblanceEqualize
A passive semblance that grants increasing quality and quantity of aura based on the amount of danger the user is in. In other words: the more enemies Argent is fighting and the more powerful they are, the harder she fights and the tougher she gets. Comparatively speaking, if aura was quantifiable, Argent would always have enough to carry on a fight. As a result of this semblance and her own mongrel fighting style, this makes her a rather strange case of an anti-army individual.Personality: Argent is essentially what most humans of Remnant believe the stereotypical faunus to be. In other words, an uncultured savage. She possesses little in the way of tact or formal ettiquette and often just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. When combined with that foul sailor mouth of hers and her distinct lack of book smarts, simply listening to her speak for an extended period of time can cause pause in even the least racist of people. Further reinforcing her uncivilized image, she greatly enjoys the thrill of battle, and finds most of her satisfaction from conquering foes. She also enjoys puns and other sorts of wordplay that would make most people want to claw their ears out despite being largely unable to spell all but the simplest of words and possessing the reading comprehension on par with a particularly dumb middle schooler. Argent's also a bit of a movie buff, so in that respect she should really be considered more of a surprisingly cultured savage.
...Still a fucking savage though.
As unrefined as she is, it seems fitting that she carries a 'survival of the fittest' mentality (which ironically was taught to her by a human): the world doesn't care who you are, and if you're capable of reaching happiness on your own merits, good on you; if you're not, quit bitching and make yourself able to. Hence why she doesn't see the White Fang as being a cause worthy of taking seriously, or faunus racism that much of a social issue. That said, she doesn't dislike or subjugate the weak because wasting energy on hatred and management would be too much effort to be worth it and, despite what her Darwinian mindset and blood knight tendencies may suggest, Argent actually maintains a constant deadpan expression - or at least it's probably deadpan; you can never tell with that veil of hers.
At any rate, Argent is actually very cool-headed in spite of what her warmonger behavior might lead one to believe about her personality. In fact, brute force is rarely her default reaction; she'd much prefer a nice talk to settle things. It's just that her eloquence isn't often sufficient to get people to stop fronting with her, which means she has to break their legs. She's mostly content to ignore things she believes not to be worth her time or effort and doesn't really care much for actively getting along - or not getting along - with others, though. A very live-and-let-live kind of person no doubt. No, that's wrong; it's more accurate to say that's she's apathetic. She's not even entirely there when it comes to actively working as a team, but she's good at listening and willing to follow directions as long as they're simple and audacious enough. It wouldn't be wrong to liken her to an attack dog that kills whatever you point at.
Backstory: Argent is a native of Mistral. She was born during the summer, in a small, primarily human village in the western swamps of the kingdom. Though Mistral's villages maintain a much-deserved reputation as hives of scum and villainy, the time Argent spent there was fairly benign. Granted, her time spent there was very brief; she only lived there during her infancy. Her relationship with her birth parents is non-existent. She doesn't know who they are or recall what kind of people they were, but she assumes they're the shitty kind that isn't worth her time to track down. After all, no decent human faunus beings sell their child off to some hoity-toity rich-tits off in inland Mistral as an indentured servant in all but name.
Living under the boot of humanity was undoubtedly a terrible life experience for a child. Both inside and outside her workplace - because she will never consider that place a home - she was discriminated against by the largely human population of the town. Perhaps in the past, she might have joined the White Fang to fight for faunus rights had she had the opportunity, but now she no longer bears ill-will about her treatment, seeing it only as "the natural thing to do". Nevertheless, in her youthful naivete, she ran away from the town in hopes of finding a different, better life elsewhere. After drifting from town to town, learning the harsh reality of the world, she found herself at the end of the line: a village on the southernmost end of the Mistral mainland.
Argent's life turned around when she was found by a human lady who advised her that laying down in the street was not a good thing to do, and decided to treat her to a free meal. During the discussion about their lifestyle choices, the woman explained was captain of a fishing vessel and was looking for new blood to replace members of her crew. With nothing left available for her, Argent joined up and took to the high seas rather than attend school. While she never attended formal combat school, she gained experience fighting aquatic Grimm and brawling with people who wanted to front with her. Eventually the captain and crew realized she ought to learn how to function in normal society and widen her horizons, so they told her to stay on land for a while and find her own path.
After hearing the word 'hunter' and coming to all the right conclusions, Argent applied to Beacon.
Other:A crocodile faunus with heritage evidenced by a row of very sharp teeth.
Wears the veil to avoid unsettling people.
Hates pirate movies.
Officially the shortest member of Team CAKE.
Also the poorest member. |
5,468 | 148 | 3 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Ozpin's task sounded simple enough, but Cobalt knew that it was probably much harder than the headmaster had let on. Most likely the forest would be teeming with Grimm, and the relics probably in the middle of their territory. The first unlucky batch of students were sent down unexpectedly, with a few screams here and there from the uninitiated. Hopefully he'd land nowhere near the Faunus students, Cobalt wouldn't be able to bear having to deal with their kind at the moment. Alas, the floor under him disappeared, starting his free fall into the forest. "So much for that bathroom break I suppose..." It seemed the ground was getting closer and closer, but Cobalt had little to actually break his fall. As the seconds passed, a rough landing became more and more of a reality.
Cobalt thought about using his weapon to try and slow his fall down by anchoring it into a tree, but as he actually came close to a tree he realized how stupid that idea was. There was really no way to anchor his weapon into the tree trunk without bodily harm to himself. Cobalt instead ended up smashing through several tree branches, and hit the ground hard. After a minute or two brushing off dirt and leaves, he walked off into a random direction, trying to look for any signs of the ruins. | Name:
Cobalt Pennant
Age:
18
Color:
Blue
Race:
Human
mix between a battle-axe and shotgun.
Semblance:
Multiplication: Can make up to three copies that only last long enough to mimic a single attack.
Personality:
Being born into a prestigious family in Atlas has not helped much with his social interactions with Faunus. He comes off as elitist and racist, and cannot stand the non-humans. In his eyes, the four kingdoms should have slaughtered all of the beasts when they decided to rebel. After all, if the weak crumble underfoot, then it is only natural that humans enslaved and oppressed the Faunus. As such, Cobalt will go out of his way to be cruel towards Faunus. On the other hand, he treats other humans kindly and will hardly bear any ill will toward a human, except if they try and defend Faunus "filth". Basically he believes in social Darwinism.
Backstory:
Cobalt was born into a military family, his father being a colonel in the Atlas army. His father was especially bitter about losses of the estate after the Faunus War, as they owned many indentured Faunus and were forced to set them all free. Cobalt's father had dreams about returning the humans back to their rightful place as the master, and the Faunus the slave. From the day he was born, his father instilled his values into the boy, and trained Cobalt in order to fight and replace in the hopes that the White Fang would spark another war.
Sadly, the war never came. The Pennants lost influence as the years passed, as their Anti-Faunus views started to become archaic and seen as a hindrance. It was hardly a surprise when the Atlas government decided to strip his father of his rank and possessions for his Anti-Faunus views, as they were becoming more and more tolerant of the Faunus. His father committed suicide, unable to take the dishonor.
This only made Cobalt more bitter towards Faunus. If only the war had wiped out the savages. Finding himself suddenly without a home, he swore vengeance. Cobalt decided to enroll into Beacon Academy, to become the most elite of hunters and prove that humans were the superior race.
Of course, due to his previous training, it was plainly obvious he would be the leader of the team.
Other:
Cobalt abuses his leadership power just to make life a bit more difficult for the faunus members of his team. |
5,469 | 148 | 4 | 1,445 | 9,374 | It wasn't long before everyone had landed, dead or alive. Eve was taking a stroll through the forest, spinning the shooting star in her hand without a care in the world. She had a vague idea of where the ruins were; she was pretty sure it was near a huge cliff somewhere north of her position. She was hearing gunshots and battle cries all around her, but Eve didn't bother to go find them. Their partners were suppose to be the first person they make eye contact with, and she wanted to pair up with a girl with small but supple breasts, or a weak-willed boy who Eve can have fun with. But as she was walking through the forest, she heard something try to sneak up on her. She ducked low just in time to not lose her head.
Looking up she saw what attacked her, and it was deliciously ironic. It was a unicorn. "Wow. And here I thought you only showed up for little girls. But I guess you want to see what a real woman is like, don't cha?" Eve smirked as she extended the rods of the Shooting Star, flipping her weapon around as the unicorn got ready to charge. | Name: Evergreen "Eve" Taurus
Age: 18
Color: Evergreen
Race: Faunas
Weapon:
Shooting Star - A mix of a whip, flail, and grappling hook, Shooting Star uses a woven titanium steel fibers that are flexible enough that it can be coiled around her arm, yet rigid enough to be used to block attacks and heavy blows. In it's fully sheathed form, it looks like a small rod with barely enough space to be held with both of Eve's hands. When in use however, she can make the fibers extend up to fifty meters, and can freely switch to make it longer or shorter as needed. At the tip of each end is a small, blunt knob, which is capable of attaching itself to any surface and hold up to five tons in weight, allowing Eve to use it to grapple her foe or attach a larger, or create a more deadly flail using whatever is around her.
Semblance:
Vectors - Eve's semblance allows her to control the momentum of objects in motion, including increasing or decreasing their acceleration and changing their direction without exerting an outside force. It's not quite telekinesis since she can't simply make an object move unless it's already making notable movement, but so long as it is she can increase or decrease the vector of it's movements in massive or subtle ways, despite how short it's movements may ultimately be.
Personality: In a word, selfish. Eve cares very little about anyone else but herself. And she shows this by being sadistic, enjoying hurting others and watching them suffer. She may become angry seeing her "Favorite things" being harmed or taken away from her, but she wouldn't really care if she herself ends up losing them because she killed them or simply lost interest in them. Eve is aware of her sex appeal and makes gratuitous use out of it, both out of vanity and self-loathing. She understands how sexy she is and how it'll help her use others as she wishes, but frankly doesn't care if people think of her as a whore or slut because she knows she is. And she enjoys being one, though she tries to be a bit classy about it when she isn't horny. Eve can be quite a bitch, holding petty grudges and generally making people's life a living hell for little-to-no reason at all. A natural bully and promotes the idea that might makes right: If you are stronger than someone, it is your ideals and laws that should be enforced, not out of ethics or sensibility, but simply because no one has the power to tell you otherwise.
Positively, Eve enjoys being in the company of others and often tries to find herself in social groups. She likes having a partner or group back her up in her endeavors, and feeds off the mob mentality to do more extreme and powerful acts. While she doesn't often see herself as a "Leader", she does think of herself as a team player, and is more than glad to either guide the flock or simply go with the flow, whichever seems more interesting at the time. Eve is also generally quite pleasant or at least happy, and it's odd to find her brooding or gloomy. She can be quite boisterous when fighting or otherwise excited, and subtly is saved only to make a grand explosion of an entrance.
Eve can almost seem like a big sister or even mother to those who she thinks is weaker than herself, treating them with some kindness and affection. However she'll generally only do this for those who she thinks have nothing but desperation or adoration to her, and she'd only be so kind to those who can actually provide her something of use. Weak people who cling to her for protection, without being able to pay for that protection, will be crushed for her amusement.
Backstory: Eve is the half-sister of Adam Taurus, sharing the same father, but not the same mother. Who her parents are Eve doesn't know nor care. Growing up she did stay with her half-brother often, doing so simply out of familial protection. But as Eve grew older, she started to grow bigger and stronger than most of the other kids her age. With no family to control her and Eve's own natural resentment against authority, she let the power get to her head and became a menace as a child, often subjugating children to her whims and cruelty. Even the adults would fail to control her, as she was rebellious and eventually grew large enough to match the size of fully grown hunters, and this was before she hit puberty.
By the time Eve was 13 she had largely left Adam from her mind, only slightly aware of his actions through the White Fang. She found it pathetic how they needed to band together and fight off the humans, unlike Eve, who had willingly used her charms and body to get into the human's good grace. Not that she liked them any better; they treated her as an animal, and at an early age she was little more than a sex slave. But she kept a cool head all the while, and when the opportunity presented itself her "Masters" suffered and unfortunate "Accident", and it was during those times that Eve would have set into motion a plan to ruin her master's family and homes, either by directing disgrunted servants to ransack the home or fore in-fighting within the family itself.
By the time she was 16 Adam had become the new leader of the White Fang and for some reason, went to find Eve. He wanted her to join his rebellion, to which Eve responded by running away from him and joining the Hunters. She had no interest in the plight of the faunas, and she herself was more interested in the adventurous life of a hunter. She attended a hunting school in Vacuo while she was escaping her brother's influence, and used her education to move to Beacon where she'd begin her career as a true hunter.
Other: Eve cares very little of Faunas as a whole, especially those who "Suffer" from racism. She thinks of them as mere weaklings who let the humans bully them into submission. And even though the White Fang have been made to fight against such racism, she thinks they're all just cowards trying to form a mob for mutual protection, and figures that individually the White Fang are cowardly. She doesn't hold this opinion for all the faunas she knows/meets, but generally they'd need to prove to be the exception to her rule. Eve is also quite wealthy, though she downplays her wealth since most of it was taken from others or earned through less savory occupations. And while Eve freely has sex with anyone who she fancies, she isn't a prostitute and will kill you if you think she is. She enjoys sex, but that doesn't mean you can just buy it from her. At least treat her to dinner first. Speaking of her sexuality, Eve is "Opportunistic". Her catch phrase is "Beastly", which she often uses as an adjective to something impressive or great, or as a shorthand to agreeing with something she likes very much. It is the equivalent of using the word "Awesome". |
5,470 | 148 | 5 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Maybe it was the fear of being dropped out of a moving airship without a parachute or first day nerves, but something was clearly attracting creatures of Grimm. And Kobi was lucky enough to have one cross her path: a Beowulf emerged from the brush and almost walked right by. However, she was startled, and lowered her sword from her shoulder with a narrowed gaze. It was only then that the creature looked to her and growled. She stepped back, assessing her opponent. It was relatively small for a Beowolf. Or maybe I just expected them to be bigger, she thought, mind wandering back to her readings (unlike some of her fellow students, Kobi was quite sheltered and she lacked a lot of real world experience against Grimm).
It was just before she stepped forward to face the Beowolf that something else occurred to her from the reading: Beowolves traveled in packs. Her eyes widened at the realization and she quickly turned, slashing up through the belly of a Beowolf that had nearly sneaked up behind her. If she wasn't anxious before, she definitely was now. Kobi twirled her blade once more, looking around as the Grimm emerged all around her. Stay calm or you'll attract more, she reminded herself. Then she stepped forward to attack, slicing through a second Beowolf just as her first victim turned to dust in the wind. | Kobi Rhodren | 17 | Human
COLOR
Pink
WEAPON
Blush. She uses dust powered ammo to enhance the already powerful weapon.
SEMBLANCE
Blink: it allows her to teleport a short distance within her field of vision in a crackle of pink. When enhanced with Dust, the direct line between A and B is powered with the respective element. Lightning is her favorite.
PERSONALITY
Kobi is driven, powerful, and believes herself to be a literal force of nature to be reckoned with. She's not entirely wrong, but she can definitely be arrogant while underestimating the strength in others. However, she's friendly enough--even if she's just humoring you--and prefers to get along with others, expecting them to make the effort to get to know her. She comes off as shallow because of this, but there lies unresolved fears of intimacy. She uses being overly-polite and--if that fails--bitter sarcasm to as defense mechanisms, but has no problem breaking this barrier if she gets outraged or feels extremely insulted. Despite all this, she wants to do the right thing and, overall, make Remnant a better, more peaceful place.
BACKSTORY
Kobi was born and raised in Vale's upper-class district, given a comfortable life. Her family owns Rhodren Inc: a design firm responsible for the architecture and some interior design of the most notable buildings in Vale. The company is so big, in fact, that it is often contracted overseas--most notably to Atlas. Other than the prestige, Rhodren Inc. is known for its former support to the White Fang; of course, annual donations and support stopped when the terrorism began. However, that isn't Kobi's story:
Kobi is the youngest of six, and only one will inherent the company. This doesn't bother Kobi, however, because she is getting all the financial support and opportunities she needs now in order to establish her own future. So, she will be the only huntress of her family as her older siblings will be fighting with each other to find a safe place in the company. Despite her unorthodox choice, her family is supportive and her eldest often jokes about hiring her back as a body guard once she's a full fledged huntress.
Still, the path leaves her with a lot to prove: she wants to fill the shoes and grow out of them.
OTHER
Artistic
Her favorite color is red
While she's also physically strong, a lot of her aura goes into using her heavy weapon (which is why she wears armor as well)
Dislikes the Schnee Dust Company but buys their shit anyway. Modern equivalent would be slapping a "FUCK CAPITALISM" sticker on your iPhone 8.
Character art. |
5,471 | 148 | 6 | 1,704 | 1,024 | If only Ozpin had given them the students map of the forest before throwing them in there. As it stood now, Cobalt had no idea whether he was getting closer to the ruins or just aimlessly walking in circles. Perhaps that was sort of the point, to stimulate a real combat situation where one might not have any idea where they were, but dammit, in Cobalt's eyes, it was pretty much pointless difficulty. All he really knew was that the sun was above him, and that did fuck all to help him out.
Dredging through the thick brush of the forest, Cobalt stopped suddenly as he spotted a Beowolf pack just ahead of him. Cobalt readied his axe, preparing to strike down the Grimm just in case they spotted him. But before he could make a move, the Beowulf became aware of something else on one of the open paths, and diverted all of their attention to whoever had stepped onto their territory. The sounds of fighting became apparent, along with the fact that there was another student in the vicinity.
Cobalt peeked out from his hiding spot, trying to get a good look at the student facing down the Beowulf pack. The student was a human female with a massive blade/machine gun. Good. If she was a Faunus, Cobalt would have probably left her to face the pack alone, combat prowess be damned. He wasn't about to team up with Faunus anytime soon, no matter how good one was.
Gripping the Redeemer in it's shotgun form, he fired buckshot into two Beowolves that had attempted to flank the female student. "The cavalry has arrived!" | Name:
Cobalt Pennant
Age:
18
Color:
Blue
Race:
Human
mix between a battle-axe and shotgun.
Semblance:
Multiplication: Can make up to three copies that only last long enough to mimic a single attack.
Personality:
Being born into a prestigious family in Atlas has not helped much with his social interactions with Faunus. He comes off as elitist and racist, and cannot stand the non-humans. In his eyes, the four kingdoms should have slaughtered all of the beasts when they decided to rebel. After all, if the weak crumble underfoot, then it is only natural that humans enslaved and oppressed the Faunus. As such, Cobalt will go out of his way to be cruel towards Faunus. On the other hand, he treats other humans kindly and will hardly bear any ill will toward a human, except if they try and defend Faunus "filth". Basically he believes in social Darwinism.
Backstory:
Cobalt was born into a military family, his father being a colonel in the Atlas army. His father was especially bitter about losses of the estate after the Faunus War, as they owned many indentured Faunus and were forced to set them all free. Cobalt's father had dreams about returning the humans back to their rightful place as the master, and the Faunus the slave. From the day he was born, his father instilled his values into the boy, and trained Cobalt in order to fight and replace in the hopes that the White Fang would spark another war.
Sadly, the war never came. The Pennants lost influence as the years passed, as their Anti-Faunus views started to become archaic and seen as a hindrance. It was hardly a surprise when the Atlas government decided to strip his father of his rank and possessions for his Anti-Faunus views, as they were becoming more and more tolerant of the Faunus. His father committed suicide, unable to take the dishonor.
This only made Cobalt more bitter towards Faunus. If only the war had wiped out the savages. Finding himself suddenly without a home, he swore vengeance. Cobalt decided to enroll into Beacon Academy, to become the most elite of hunters and prove that humans were the superior race.
Of course, due to his previous training, it was plainly obvious he would be the leader of the team.
Other:
Cobalt abuses his leadership power just to make life a bit more difficult for the faunus members of his team. |
5,472 | 148 | 7 | 941 | 3,112 | Argent was no stranger to vast expanses of the same handful of colors and shapes. After all, even people who'd never experienced seafaring could guess that it wasn't very exciting in terms of scenery you could take a picture of and post on social media to gain meaningless renown and establish your 'aesthetic' or whatever. At any rate, navigating the Emerald Forest wasn't an insurmountable enemy that she could not overcome with her own strength. Sure, she had no fucking idea where the ruins would be, but she could tell if she'd been somewhere before, so at least she had that going for her.
Crushing the verdant underbrush underfoot, Argent continued on her merry way. All this walking and all these trees reminded her of her childhood, which kind of made her slightly saltier than usual. Oh how pathetic she was in hindsight, but it's not as if she could travel to the past and bitch-slap herself. What was she doing again? Oh right, looking for the ruins. If Argent wanted to put ruins somewhere, she would put it in an appropriately cinematic location. They were supposed to have some kind of final stand or some shit there after picking up take out or groceries or something for the Ozdude, right?
Speaking of, why hadn't she beat the shit out of anything yet? There were supposed to be Grimm running around like dumbasses! She unsheathed her weapon and tossed it around in her hands idly. Man, this was annoying. On the edge of her hearing, she heard some idiot scream out "The calzone has arrived!" or something like that. Man, what a missed opportunity. She should've walked in that direction if she wanted to have any fun.
Alas, Argent kept on keeping on her merry way. | Name: Argent Miskaton
Age: 17
Color: Silver
Race: Faunus
WeaponStill Waters
Weapon Derivation: Anchor, Harpoon Gun, Spear
A large, heavy-looking weapon about the size of Argent herself, colored with the same grays as her clothing ensemble. It's primary form is that of a stockless anchor. As opposed to standard seafaring implement, the outer edges of the anchor's arms are bladed, and the flukes of the anchor are bladed, bilateralled barbed, and oriented parallel to the arms like arrows rather than perpendicular like spades. These features allow it to serve as a weapon similar to a battleaxe and horseman's pick, respectively. When it changes form into a spear, the arms fold into the anchor and the shank telescopically extends. While the bladed outer edges are still available, allowing for swinging attacks, the key feature of this form is the crown that tapers into an arrow-like point. Its third and final form is a harpoon gun. Transformation into this form is similar to the spear transition, except without the extended shank. The trigger to the gun is located in the head of the anchor, and the balancing band acts as its barrel. When fired, the harpoon is followed by a metal wire rather than a chain. After hitting and penetrating a target, the anchor arms can open and close, and the wire can be retracted at will. When not in use, it telescopes into a slightly smaller version of itself that is carried on Argent's back.SemblanceEqualize
A passive semblance that grants increasing quality and quantity of aura based on the amount of danger the user is in. In other words: the more enemies Argent is fighting and the more powerful they are, the harder she fights and the tougher she gets. Comparatively speaking, if aura was quantifiable, Argent would always have enough to carry on a fight. As a result of this semblance and her own mongrel fighting style, this makes her a rather strange case of an anti-army individual.Personality: Argent is essentially what most humans of Remnant believe the stereotypical faunus to be. In other words, an uncultured savage. She possesses little in the way of tact or formal ettiquette and often just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. When combined with that foul sailor mouth of hers and her distinct lack of book smarts, simply listening to her speak for an extended period of time can cause pause in even the least racist of people. Further reinforcing her uncivilized image, she greatly enjoys the thrill of battle, and finds most of her satisfaction from conquering foes. She also enjoys puns and other sorts of wordplay that would make most people want to claw their ears out despite being largely unable to spell all but the simplest of words and possessing the reading comprehension on par with a particularly dumb middle schooler. Argent's also a bit of a movie buff, so in that respect she should really be considered more of a surprisingly cultured savage.
...Still a fucking savage though.
As unrefined as she is, it seems fitting that she carries a 'survival of the fittest' mentality (which ironically was taught to her by a human): the world doesn't care who you are, and if you're capable of reaching happiness on your own merits, good on you; if you're not, quit bitching and make yourself able to. Hence why she doesn't see the White Fang as being a cause worthy of taking seriously, or faunus racism that much of a social issue. That said, she doesn't dislike or subjugate the weak because wasting energy on hatred and management would be too much effort to be worth it and, despite what her Darwinian mindset and blood knight tendencies may suggest, Argent actually maintains a constant deadpan expression - or at least it's probably deadpan; you can never tell with that veil of hers.
At any rate, Argent is actually very cool-headed in spite of what her warmonger behavior might lead one to believe about her personality. In fact, brute force is rarely her default reaction; she'd much prefer a nice talk to settle things. It's just that her eloquence isn't often sufficient to get people to stop fronting with her, which means she has to break their legs. She's mostly content to ignore things she believes not to be worth her time or effort and doesn't really care much for actively getting along - or not getting along - with others, though. A very live-and-let-live kind of person no doubt. No, that's wrong; it's more accurate to say that's she's apathetic. She's not even entirely there when it comes to actively working as a team, but she's good at listening and willing to follow directions as long as they're simple and audacious enough. It wouldn't be wrong to liken her to an attack dog that kills whatever you point at.
Backstory: Argent is a native of Mistral. She was born during the summer, in a small, primarily human village in the western swamps of the kingdom. Though Mistral's villages maintain a much-deserved reputation as hives of scum and villainy, the time Argent spent there was fairly benign. Granted, her time spent there was very brief; she only lived there during her infancy. Her relationship with her birth parents is non-existent. She doesn't know who they are or recall what kind of people they were, but she assumes they're the shitty kind that isn't worth her time to track down. After all, no decent human faunus beings sell their child off to some hoity-toity rich-tits off in inland Mistral as an indentured servant in all but name.
Living under the boot of humanity was undoubtedly a terrible life experience for a child. Both inside and outside her workplace - because she will never consider that place a home - she was discriminated against by the largely human population of the town. Perhaps in the past, she might have joined the White Fang to fight for faunus rights had she had the opportunity, but now she no longer bears ill-will about her treatment, seeing it only as "the natural thing to do". Nevertheless, in her youthful naivete, she ran away from the town in hopes of finding a different, better life elsewhere. After drifting from town to town, learning the harsh reality of the world, she found herself at the end of the line: a village on the southernmost end of the Mistral mainland.
Argent's life turned around when she was found by a human lady who advised her that laying down in the street was not a good thing to do, and decided to treat her to a free meal. During the discussion about their lifestyle choices, the woman explained was captain of a fishing vessel and was looking for new blood to replace members of her crew. With nothing left available for her, Argent joined up and took to the high seas rather than attend school. While she never attended formal combat school, she gained experience fighting aquatic Grimm and brawling with people who wanted to front with her. Eventually the captain and crew realized she ought to learn how to function in normal society and widen her horizons, so they told her to stay on land for a while and find her own path.
After hearing the word 'hunter' and coming to all the right conclusions, Argent applied to Beacon.
Other:A crocodile faunus with heritage evidenced by a row of very sharp teeth.
Wears the veil to avoid unsettling people.
Hates pirate movies.
Officially the shortest member of Team CAKE.
Also the poorest member. |
5,473 | 148 | 8 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Focused on the Grimm in front of her, Kobi was taken by surprise by the sound of a gun shot behind her. In the future, she would look back and wonder why she was so surprised to see another student, but in that moment she cocked her eyebrows at him. She didn't dwell on it for long, however, and raised Blush to block a swipe from a Beowolf. "Nice job," she complimented, adjusting her weapon in her hand as she was pushed back. The Beowolf followed up with a lunge forward, but she met it with an uppercut, the large sword cutting through the monster like butter.
Two students of Beacon, a few more Grimm. Those poor Grimm, Kobi thought. She replaced her grip on her BFS, pointing Blush at the other Beowolves as they cautiously approached--five of their kin had just been slain after all--and released a hail of bullets. She wasn't the heaviest of fighters, even with her armor on, so for the moments that she unleashed hell on the Grimm, her small frame was being pushed back by the constant recoil. When she finally took her hand off the trigger, she was next to the other student.
"Hi!" she greeted with a friendly smile. "I'm Kobi Rhodren." | Kobi Rhodren | 17 | Human
COLOR
Pink
WEAPON
Blush. She uses dust powered ammo to enhance the already powerful weapon.
SEMBLANCE
Blink: it allows her to teleport a short distance within her field of vision in a crackle of pink. When enhanced with Dust, the direct line between A and B is powered with the respective element. Lightning is her favorite.
PERSONALITY
Kobi is driven, powerful, and believes herself to be a literal force of nature to be reckoned with. She's not entirely wrong, but she can definitely be arrogant while underestimating the strength in others. However, she's friendly enough--even if she's just humoring you--and prefers to get along with others, expecting them to make the effort to get to know her. She comes off as shallow because of this, but there lies unresolved fears of intimacy. She uses being overly-polite and--if that fails--bitter sarcasm to as defense mechanisms, but has no problem breaking this barrier if she gets outraged or feels extremely insulted. Despite all this, she wants to do the right thing and, overall, make Remnant a better, more peaceful place.
BACKSTORY
Kobi was born and raised in Vale's upper-class district, given a comfortable life. Her family owns Rhodren Inc: a design firm responsible for the architecture and some interior design of the most notable buildings in Vale. The company is so big, in fact, that it is often contracted overseas--most notably to Atlas. Other than the prestige, Rhodren Inc. is known for its former support to the White Fang; of course, annual donations and support stopped when the terrorism began. However, that isn't Kobi's story:
Kobi is the youngest of six, and only one will inherent the company. This doesn't bother Kobi, however, because she is getting all the financial support and opportunities she needs now in order to establish her own future. So, she will be the only huntress of her family as her older siblings will be fighting with each other to find a safe place in the company. Despite her unorthodox choice, her family is supportive and her eldest often jokes about hiring her back as a body guard once she's a full fledged huntress.
Still, the path leaves her with a lot to prove: she wants to fill the shoes and grow out of them.
OTHER
Artistic
Her favorite color is red
While she's also physically strong, a lot of her aura goes into using her heavy weapon (which is why she wears armor as well)
Dislikes the Schnee Dust Company but buys their shit anyway. Modern equivalent would be slapping a "FUCK CAPITALISM" sticker on your iPhone 8.
Character art. |
5,474 | 148 | 9 | 1,445 | 9,374 | ”Yippee ki yay!”
Eve had managed to mount the unicorn and was driving it into everything she could see. At first she hoped to get it’s horn stuck into a tree, but as it turns out it was strong enough to break through those things. Then she tried rocks, but they broke too. So all she could do was force it forward and stay on it despite it’s bucking. It was… Rather exciting. bouncing up and down the unicorn’s bareback, slamming against her loins with each jump. Very exciting.
As Eve continued to buck the horse, she eventually managed to force the beast forward through the trees and brush. As they were breaking through, Eve spotted a small girl in monochrome armor and blond hair. So small, yet so cute! Eve decided to make the little girl her partner. So Eve swung the Shooting Star at a big tree, using it to hook the Unicorn back around and in the direction of the little girl. They were hardly subtle, so hopefully the girl would hear them coming and get ready to fight the unicorn. Otherwise both Eve and the grimm horse were going to chase down the little blond treasure.
”I’m gunna getcha!” | Name: Evergreen "Eve" Taurus
Age: 18
Color: Evergreen
Race: Faunas
Weapon:
Shooting Star - A mix of a whip, flail, and grappling hook, Shooting Star uses a woven titanium steel fibers that are flexible enough that it can be coiled around her arm, yet rigid enough to be used to block attacks and heavy blows. In it's fully sheathed form, it looks like a small rod with barely enough space to be held with both of Eve's hands. When in use however, she can make the fibers extend up to fifty meters, and can freely switch to make it longer or shorter as needed. At the tip of each end is a small, blunt knob, which is capable of attaching itself to any surface and hold up to five tons in weight, allowing Eve to use it to grapple her foe or attach a larger, or create a more deadly flail using whatever is around her.
Semblance:
Vectors - Eve's semblance allows her to control the momentum of objects in motion, including increasing or decreasing their acceleration and changing their direction without exerting an outside force. It's not quite telekinesis since she can't simply make an object move unless it's already making notable movement, but so long as it is she can increase or decrease the vector of it's movements in massive or subtle ways, despite how short it's movements may ultimately be.
Personality: In a word, selfish. Eve cares very little about anyone else but herself. And she shows this by being sadistic, enjoying hurting others and watching them suffer. She may become angry seeing her "Favorite things" being harmed or taken away from her, but she wouldn't really care if she herself ends up losing them because she killed them or simply lost interest in them. Eve is aware of her sex appeal and makes gratuitous use out of it, both out of vanity and self-loathing. She understands how sexy she is and how it'll help her use others as she wishes, but frankly doesn't care if people think of her as a whore or slut because she knows she is. And she enjoys being one, though she tries to be a bit classy about it when she isn't horny. Eve can be quite a bitch, holding petty grudges and generally making people's life a living hell for little-to-no reason at all. A natural bully and promotes the idea that might makes right: If you are stronger than someone, it is your ideals and laws that should be enforced, not out of ethics or sensibility, but simply because no one has the power to tell you otherwise.
Positively, Eve enjoys being in the company of others and often tries to find herself in social groups. She likes having a partner or group back her up in her endeavors, and feeds off the mob mentality to do more extreme and powerful acts. While she doesn't often see herself as a "Leader", she does think of herself as a team player, and is more than glad to either guide the flock or simply go with the flow, whichever seems more interesting at the time. Eve is also generally quite pleasant or at least happy, and it's odd to find her brooding or gloomy. She can be quite boisterous when fighting or otherwise excited, and subtly is saved only to make a grand explosion of an entrance.
Eve can almost seem like a big sister or even mother to those who she thinks is weaker than herself, treating them with some kindness and affection. However she'll generally only do this for those who she thinks have nothing but desperation or adoration to her, and she'd only be so kind to those who can actually provide her something of use. Weak people who cling to her for protection, without being able to pay for that protection, will be crushed for her amusement.
Backstory: Eve is the half-sister of Adam Taurus, sharing the same father, but not the same mother. Who her parents are Eve doesn't know nor care. Growing up she did stay with her half-brother often, doing so simply out of familial protection. But as Eve grew older, she started to grow bigger and stronger than most of the other kids her age. With no family to control her and Eve's own natural resentment against authority, she let the power get to her head and became a menace as a child, often subjugating children to her whims and cruelty. Even the adults would fail to control her, as she was rebellious and eventually grew large enough to match the size of fully grown hunters, and this was before she hit puberty.
By the time Eve was 13 she had largely left Adam from her mind, only slightly aware of his actions through the White Fang. She found it pathetic how they needed to band together and fight off the humans, unlike Eve, who had willingly used her charms and body to get into the human's good grace. Not that she liked them any better; they treated her as an animal, and at an early age she was little more than a sex slave. But she kept a cool head all the while, and when the opportunity presented itself her "Masters" suffered and unfortunate "Accident", and it was during those times that Eve would have set into motion a plan to ruin her master's family and homes, either by directing disgrunted servants to ransack the home or fore in-fighting within the family itself.
By the time she was 16 Adam had become the new leader of the White Fang and for some reason, went to find Eve. He wanted her to join his rebellion, to which Eve responded by running away from him and joining the Hunters. She had no interest in the plight of the faunas, and she herself was more interested in the adventurous life of a hunter. She attended a hunting school in Vacuo while she was escaping her brother's influence, and used her education to move to Beacon where she'd begin her career as a true hunter.
Other: Eve cares very little of Faunas as a whole, especially those who "Suffer" from racism. She thinks of them as mere weaklings who let the humans bully them into submission. And even though the White Fang have been made to fight against such racism, she thinks they're all just cowards trying to form a mob for mutual protection, and figures that individually the White Fang are cowardly. She doesn't hold this opinion for all the faunas she knows/meets, but generally they'd need to prove to be the exception to her rule. Eve is also quite wealthy, though she downplays her wealth since most of it was taken from others or earned through less savory occupations. And while Eve freely has sex with anyone who she fancies, she isn't a prostitute and will kill you if you think she is. She enjoys sex, but that doesn't mean you can just buy it from her. At least treat her to dinner first. Speaking of her sexuality, Eve is "Opportunistic". Her catch phrase is "Beastly", which she often uses as an adjective to something impressive or great, or as a shorthand to agreeing with something she likes very much. It is the equivalent of using the word "Awesome". |
5,475 | 148 | 10 | 941 | 3,112 | Argent looked to the sudden sound off in the distance. Her animal eyes caught sight of a shape in the shadows of the treeline. It was a... horse with a horn. No, that wasn't the right word. It was a... something or other. She'd figure it out sooner or later. Perhaps unwisely, the pint-sized huntress opted to take the time to ponder the truth of what it meant to be a horse. Argent had seen seahorses before. They had no legs. Or arms. And the dudes got pregnant with a fuckload of kids at once, which was weird.
Oh, and they also lived in the water.
...
Yes. She could now confirm, without a shadow of a doubt, that the charging equine was, indeed, not a seahorse. She wasn't an idiot. It like a narwhal with legs, obviously. Which, of course, meant that she was going to kill the fuck out of it. Narwhal ivory was worth a fuck-ton of money man. She could like, buy... a bunch of useful shit with that kind of dough. Like dust or something. Probably not dust.
Argent hefted up her large, thick anchor and triggered the form change to a harpoon gun. As the arms folded inward, she raised the gun and aimed in the direction of the not!seahorse. "...Wait a goddamn..." Argent narrowed her eyes as she stared down the sights of her harpoon gun. There was something off about that strange, narwhalish not!seahorse, but she couldn't exactly tell what it was from this dis- "What the fucking hell?"
Argent quickly leapt backwards and fired her harpoon into a tree opposite her, creating a makeshift tripwire for the incoming Grimm-mount. Just as she did so, she heard the clarion call of "I'm gunna getcha!", which flummoxed her greatly. For a huntress, this individual's choice of tactic was very ineffective. How would she "get" the Grimm if she was mounted on it already? Perhaps she was simply unable to violently impale the beast and feed on its corpse until it dissolved, like a real man's man would. If that was the case, Argent would be driven to pity this individual on principle.
Only after the Grimm did a sick flip after running into her wire, though. There was no room for pity on the field of battle. Between pity and pure, unadulterated violence that would make cinemas give a recording of it at least an R rating, there was only room for one of them in the metaphorical town of battle. | Name: Argent Miskaton
Age: 17
Color: Silver
Race: Faunus
WeaponStill Waters
Weapon Derivation: Anchor, Harpoon Gun, Spear
A large, heavy-looking weapon about the size of Argent herself, colored with the same grays as her clothing ensemble. It's primary form is that of a stockless anchor. As opposed to standard seafaring implement, the outer edges of the anchor's arms are bladed, and the flukes of the anchor are bladed, bilateralled barbed, and oriented parallel to the arms like arrows rather than perpendicular like spades. These features allow it to serve as a weapon similar to a battleaxe and horseman's pick, respectively. When it changes form into a spear, the arms fold into the anchor and the shank telescopically extends. While the bladed outer edges are still available, allowing for swinging attacks, the key feature of this form is the crown that tapers into an arrow-like point. Its third and final form is a harpoon gun. Transformation into this form is similar to the spear transition, except without the extended shank. The trigger to the gun is located in the head of the anchor, and the balancing band acts as its barrel. When fired, the harpoon is followed by a metal wire rather than a chain. After hitting and penetrating a target, the anchor arms can open and close, and the wire can be retracted at will. When not in use, it telescopes into a slightly smaller version of itself that is carried on Argent's back.SemblanceEqualize
A passive semblance that grants increasing quality and quantity of aura based on the amount of danger the user is in. In other words: the more enemies Argent is fighting and the more powerful they are, the harder she fights and the tougher she gets. Comparatively speaking, if aura was quantifiable, Argent would always have enough to carry on a fight. As a result of this semblance and her own mongrel fighting style, this makes her a rather strange case of an anti-army individual.Personality: Argent is essentially what most humans of Remnant believe the stereotypical faunus to be. In other words, an uncultured savage. She possesses little in the way of tact or formal ettiquette and often just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. When combined with that foul sailor mouth of hers and her distinct lack of book smarts, simply listening to her speak for an extended period of time can cause pause in even the least racist of people. Further reinforcing her uncivilized image, she greatly enjoys the thrill of battle, and finds most of her satisfaction from conquering foes. She also enjoys puns and other sorts of wordplay that would make most people want to claw their ears out despite being largely unable to spell all but the simplest of words and possessing the reading comprehension on par with a particularly dumb middle schooler. Argent's also a bit of a movie buff, so in that respect she should really be considered more of a surprisingly cultured savage.
...Still a fucking savage though.
As unrefined as she is, it seems fitting that she carries a 'survival of the fittest' mentality (which ironically was taught to her by a human): the world doesn't care who you are, and if you're capable of reaching happiness on your own merits, good on you; if you're not, quit bitching and make yourself able to. Hence why she doesn't see the White Fang as being a cause worthy of taking seriously, or faunus racism that much of a social issue. That said, she doesn't dislike or subjugate the weak because wasting energy on hatred and management would be too much effort to be worth it and, despite what her Darwinian mindset and blood knight tendencies may suggest, Argent actually maintains a constant deadpan expression - or at least it's probably deadpan; you can never tell with that veil of hers.
At any rate, Argent is actually very cool-headed in spite of what her warmonger behavior might lead one to believe about her personality. In fact, brute force is rarely her default reaction; she'd much prefer a nice talk to settle things. It's just that her eloquence isn't often sufficient to get people to stop fronting with her, which means she has to break their legs. She's mostly content to ignore things she believes not to be worth her time or effort and doesn't really care much for actively getting along - or not getting along - with others, though. A very live-and-let-live kind of person no doubt. No, that's wrong; it's more accurate to say that's she's apathetic. She's not even entirely there when it comes to actively working as a team, but she's good at listening and willing to follow directions as long as they're simple and audacious enough. It wouldn't be wrong to liken her to an attack dog that kills whatever you point at.
Backstory: Argent is a native of Mistral. She was born during the summer, in a small, primarily human village in the western swamps of the kingdom. Though Mistral's villages maintain a much-deserved reputation as hives of scum and villainy, the time Argent spent there was fairly benign. Granted, her time spent there was very brief; she only lived there during her infancy. Her relationship with her birth parents is non-existent. She doesn't know who they are or recall what kind of people they were, but she assumes they're the shitty kind that isn't worth her time to track down. After all, no decent human faunus beings sell their child off to some hoity-toity rich-tits off in inland Mistral as an indentured servant in all but name.
Living under the boot of humanity was undoubtedly a terrible life experience for a child. Both inside and outside her workplace - because she will never consider that place a home - she was discriminated against by the largely human population of the town. Perhaps in the past, she might have joined the White Fang to fight for faunus rights had she had the opportunity, but now she no longer bears ill-will about her treatment, seeing it only as "the natural thing to do". Nevertheless, in her youthful naivete, she ran away from the town in hopes of finding a different, better life elsewhere. After drifting from town to town, learning the harsh reality of the world, she found herself at the end of the line: a village on the southernmost end of the Mistral mainland.
Argent's life turned around when she was found by a human lady who advised her that laying down in the street was not a good thing to do, and decided to treat her to a free meal. During the discussion about their lifestyle choices, the woman explained was captain of a fishing vessel and was looking for new blood to replace members of her crew. With nothing left available for her, Argent joined up and took to the high seas rather than attend school. While she never attended formal combat school, she gained experience fighting aquatic Grimm and brawling with people who wanted to front with her. Eventually the captain and crew realized she ought to learn how to function in normal society and widen her horizons, so they told her to stay on land for a while and find her own path.
After hearing the word 'hunter' and coming to all the right conclusions, Argent applied to Beacon.
Other:A crocodile faunus with heritage evidenced by a row of very sharp teeth.
Wears the veil to avoid unsettling people.
Hates pirate movies.
Officially the shortest member of Team CAKE.
Also the poorest member. |
5,476 | 148 | 11 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Cobalt tore into another Beowulf vertically with his axe, slicing it cleanly in two pieces. The rest of the Grimm were singlehandedly taken out by the female student, withering under her suppressive fire. He should have expected no less, she was of the fairer race after all. It was truly a sight to watch someone of such a short stature carry such an unwieldy weapon, and use it effectively as well. The Grimm began to retreat, unable to stand up to her assault, retreating back into the depths of the forest. After waiting a few moments to ensure none of the Beowolves decided to regroup and attack again, Cobalt turned to greet Kobi.
"I'm Cobalt. I have to say, I would not expect someone with a small frame to use such a massive weapon." The weapon seemed even more intimidating up close, truly Frankensteinish. The brutality of the broadsword had been combined with the efficiency of a machine gun. It was a relief Kobi was not a Faunus, otherwise; Cobalt would have a horrible time trying to off her. He then held out his hand, offering a handshake of friendship. "I was worried for a moment there would be no other humans around. Bloody Faunus can't be trusted to do a damn thing. Hopefully, if they came across one; both Kobi and Cobalt could use their combined firepower to assert human dominance. | Name:
Cobalt Pennant
Age:
18
Color:
Blue
Race:
Human
mix between a battle-axe and shotgun.
Semblance:
Multiplication: Can make up to three copies that only last long enough to mimic a single attack.
Personality:
Being born into a prestigious family in Atlas has not helped much with his social interactions with Faunus. He comes off as elitist and racist, and cannot stand the non-humans. In his eyes, the four kingdoms should have slaughtered all of the beasts when they decided to rebel. After all, if the weak crumble underfoot, then it is only natural that humans enslaved and oppressed the Faunus. As such, Cobalt will go out of his way to be cruel towards Faunus. On the other hand, he treats other humans kindly and will hardly bear any ill will toward a human, except if they try and defend Faunus "filth". Basically he believes in social Darwinism.
Backstory:
Cobalt was born into a military family, his father being a colonel in the Atlas army. His father was especially bitter about losses of the estate after the Faunus War, as they owned many indentured Faunus and were forced to set them all free. Cobalt's father had dreams about returning the humans back to their rightful place as the master, and the Faunus the slave. From the day he was born, his father instilled his values into the boy, and trained Cobalt in order to fight and replace in the hopes that the White Fang would spark another war.
Sadly, the war never came. The Pennants lost influence as the years passed, as their Anti-Faunus views started to become archaic and seen as a hindrance. It was hardly a surprise when the Atlas government decided to strip his father of his rank and possessions for his Anti-Faunus views, as they were becoming more and more tolerant of the Faunus. His father committed suicide, unable to take the dishonor.
This only made Cobalt more bitter towards Faunus. If only the war had wiped out the savages. Finding himself suddenly without a home, he swore vengeance. Cobalt decided to enroll into Beacon Academy, to become the most elite of hunters and prove that humans were the superior race.
Of course, due to his previous training, it was plainly obvious he would be the leader of the team.
Other:
Cobalt abuses his leadership power just to make life a bit more difficult for the faunus members of his team. |
5,477 | 148 | 12 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Ah well, Kobi started, easily resting Blush over her shoulder, "I use a lot of aura to manage a heavy offensive. The armor keeps me safe, though." This would be her partner for the next four years, so she saw no harm in explaining her strength to him. Besides, she was always happy to draw attention to her beautifully crafted armor: if it wasn't for her soft and polite speech, the money put into her defense was a hint at her wealth. Still, enough about her. It'd be rude to not return the wonder he had for her, though it came off as rather forced and a little awkward. "You're skilled with your axe."
Thankfully, Cobalt offered his hand. She replaced Blush onto her back and took his hand with a friendly smile...which faltered slightly as he continued to speak. "Oh. Well. Faunus aren't all bad," she said diplomatically. This would be her partner for the next four years; this was not something she wanted to deal with. She pulled her hand back and fixed her hair, gaze drifting away as she came up with another topic for conversation: "Ruins. Do you know the way?" | Kobi Rhodren | 17 | Human
COLOR
Pink
WEAPON
Blush. She uses dust powered ammo to enhance the already powerful weapon.
SEMBLANCE
Blink: it allows her to teleport a short distance within her field of vision in a crackle of pink. When enhanced with Dust, the direct line between A and B is powered with the respective element. Lightning is her favorite.
PERSONALITY
Kobi is driven, powerful, and believes herself to be a literal force of nature to be reckoned with. She's not entirely wrong, but she can definitely be arrogant while underestimating the strength in others. However, she's friendly enough--even if she's just humoring you--and prefers to get along with others, expecting them to make the effort to get to know her. She comes off as shallow because of this, but there lies unresolved fears of intimacy. She uses being overly-polite and--if that fails--bitter sarcasm to as defense mechanisms, but has no problem breaking this barrier if she gets outraged or feels extremely insulted. Despite all this, she wants to do the right thing and, overall, make Remnant a better, more peaceful place.
BACKSTORY
Kobi was born and raised in Vale's upper-class district, given a comfortable life. Her family owns Rhodren Inc: a design firm responsible for the architecture and some interior design of the most notable buildings in Vale. The company is so big, in fact, that it is often contracted overseas--most notably to Atlas. Other than the prestige, Rhodren Inc. is known for its former support to the White Fang; of course, annual donations and support stopped when the terrorism began. However, that isn't Kobi's story:
Kobi is the youngest of six, and only one will inherent the company. This doesn't bother Kobi, however, because she is getting all the financial support and opportunities she needs now in order to establish her own future. So, she will be the only huntress of her family as her older siblings will be fighting with each other to find a safe place in the company. Despite her unorthodox choice, her family is supportive and her eldest often jokes about hiring her back as a body guard once she's a full fledged huntress.
Still, the path leaves her with a lot to prove: she wants to fill the shoes and grow out of them.
OTHER
Artistic
Her favorite color is red
While she's also physically strong, a lot of her aura goes into using her heavy weapon (which is why she wears armor as well)
Dislikes the Schnee Dust Company but buys their shit anyway. Modern equivalent would be slapping a "FUCK CAPITALISM" sticker on your iPhone 8.
Character art. |
5,478 | 148 | 13 | 1,445 | 9,374 | This little faunas seemed more cunning than Eve gave her credit for, setting up a tripwire attack to cause the unicorn to flip. Latching the tips of her weapons onto the neck of the beast, Eve landed first so she could slam the beast into a tree. This time it couldn't just pierce through with it's horn, landing with a sickening crunch. The unicorn's head slammed into the ground by it's side, cracking the horn off it's head. Eve nonchalantly walked up to the horn, and drove it into the neck of the beast. The horn, as well as the unicorn itself, dispersed into a cloud of shadows after the beating it had taken.
Turning back towards the other girl, Eve gave her a wink and blew her a kiss. "Well, hello cutie. Name's Evergreen. But you, darling... Can call me Eve. What's yours?" Eve walked over to the girl, sizing her up. Her head just barely reached the bottom of Eve's breast; she could slap her with her boobs if given the chance. The girl also seemed to use some sort of spear gun at the moment, but Eve somewhat remembered the weapon looking more hook-like before she busted through the underbrush. Her dress and armor seemed reminiscent of Mistral, though Eve doesn't remember veils being popular anywhere in that country. Though she did have the smell of a faunas about her, which would at least explain why she would want to hide most of her features. | Name: Evergreen "Eve" Taurus
Age: 18
Color: Evergreen
Race: Faunas
Weapon:
Shooting Star - A mix of a whip, flail, and grappling hook, Shooting Star uses a woven titanium steel fibers that are flexible enough that it can be coiled around her arm, yet rigid enough to be used to block attacks and heavy blows. In it's fully sheathed form, it looks like a small rod with barely enough space to be held with both of Eve's hands. When in use however, she can make the fibers extend up to fifty meters, and can freely switch to make it longer or shorter as needed. At the tip of each end is a small, blunt knob, which is capable of attaching itself to any surface and hold up to five tons in weight, allowing Eve to use it to grapple her foe or attach a larger, or create a more deadly flail using whatever is around her.
Semblance:
Vectors - Eve's semblance allows her to control the momentum of objects in motion, including increasing or decreasing their acceleration and changing their direction without exerting an outside force. It's not quite telekinesis since she can't simply make an object move unless it's already making notable movement, but so long as it is she can increase or decrease the vector of it's movements in massive or subtle ways, despite how short it's movements may ultimately be.
Personality: In a word, selfish. Eve cares very little about anyone else but herself. And she shows this by being sadistic, enjoying hurting others and watching them suffer. She may become angry seeing her "Favorite things" being harmed or taken away from her, but she wouldn't really care if she herself ends up losing them because she killed them or simply lost interest in them. Eve is aware of her sex appeal and makes gratuitous use out of it, both out of vanity and self-loathing. She understands how sexy she is and how it'll help her use others as she wishes, but frankly doesn't care if people think of her as a whore or slut because she knows she is. And she enjoys being one, though she tries to be a bit classy about it when she isn't horny. Eve can be quite a bitch, holding petty grudges and generally making people's life a living hell for little-to-no reason at all. A natural bully and promotes the idea that might makes right: If you are stronger than someone, it is your ideals and laws that should be enforced, not out of ethics or sensibility, but simply because no one has the power to tell you otherwise.
Positively, Eve enjoys being in the company of others and often tries to find herself in social groups. She likes having a partner or group back her up in her endeavors, and feeds off the mob mentality to do more extreme and powerful acts. While she doesn't often see herself as a "Leader", she does think of herself as a team player, and is more than glad to either guide the flock or simply go with the flow, whichever seems more interesting at the time. Eve is also generally quite pleasant or at least happy, and it's odd to find her brooding or gloomy. She can be quite boisterous when fighting or otherwise excited, and subtly is saved only to make a grand explosion of an entrance.
Eve can almost seem like a big sister or even mother to those who she thinks is weaker than herself, treating them with some kindness and affection. However she'll generally only do this for those who she thinks have nothing but desperation or adoration to her, and she'd only be so kind to those who can actually provide her something of use. Weak people who cling to her for protection, without being able to pay for that protection, will be crushed for her amusement.
Backstory: Eve is the half-sister of Adam Taurus, sharing the same father, but not the same mother. Who her parents are Eve doesn't know nor care. Growing up she did stay with her half-brother often, doing so simply out of familial protection. But as Eve grew older, she started to grow bigger and stronger than most of the other kids her age. With no family to control her and Eve's own natural resentment against authority, she let the power get to her head and became a menace as a child, often subjugating children to her whims and cruelty. Even the adults would fail to control her, as she was rebellious and eventually grew large enough to match the size of fully grown hunters, and this was before she hit puberty.
By the time Eve was 13 she had largely left Adam from her mind, only slightly aware of his actions through the White Fang. She found it pathetic how they needed to band together and fight off the humans, unlike Eve, who had willingly used her charms and body to get into the human's good grace. Not that she liked them any better; they treated her as an animal, and at an early age she was little more than a sex slave. But she kept a cool head all the while, and when the opportunity presented itself her "Masters" suffered and unfortunate "Accident", and it was during those times that Eve would have set into motion a plan to ruin her master's family and homes, either by directing disgrunted servants to ransack the home or fore in-fighting within the family itself.
By the time she was 16 Adam had become the new leader of the White Fang and for some reason, went to find Eve. He wanted her to join his rebellion, to which Eve responded by running away from him and joining the Hunters. She had no interest in the plight of the faunas, and she herself was more interested in the adventurous life of a hunter. She attended a hunting school in Vacuo while she was escaping her brother's influence, and used her education to move to Beacon where she'd begin her career as a true hunter.
Other: Eve cares very little of Faunas as a whole, especially those who "Suffer" from racism. She thinks of them as mere weaklings who let the humans bully them into submission. And even though the White Fang have been made to fight against such racism, she thinks they're all just cowards trying to form a mob for mutual protection, and figures that individually the White Fang are cowardly. She doesn't hold this opinion for all the faunas she knows/meets, but generally they'd need to prove to be the exception to her rule. Eve is also quite wealthy, though she downplays her wealth since most of it was taken from others or earned through less savory occupations. And while Eve freely has sex with anyone who she fancies, she isn't a prostitute and will kill you if you think she is. She enjoys sex, but that doesn't mean you can just buy it from her. At least treat her to dinner first. Speaking of her sexuality, Eve is "Opportunistic". Her catch phrase is "Beastly", which she often uses as an adjective to something impressive or great, or as a shorthand to agreeing with something she likes very much. It is the equivalent of using the word "Awesome". |
5,479 | 148 | 14 | 941 | 3,112 | Argent watched carefully as the four-legged narwhal soared through the air like a majestic bird before crashing into the cold hard ground similarly to how a slightly less majestic bird with clipped wings would crash into the concrete pavement. She was far less interested in the adept acrobatic maneuvering displayed by the she-huntress with the bullwhip than she was in the visceral imagery of the battle. The Grimm was like a dying flame in the night, the sublime sights and sounds shined brilliantly in the darkness, and then ended with nothing more than a whimper, leaving nothing but shadow. Argent blinked and nodded in approval of the turn of events. It was, indeed, pretty good. At least a 3/10 in terms of aesthetic composition. Admittedly, that was a rather biased rating; she was kind of miffed that she didn't get to go to town on the beast while it was laid out and ready to be brutalized like a... thing that gets brutalized.
After pondering the nature of nature and breaking free of her reverie, Argent finally turned to the huntress, only to see nothing more than a face full of mammaries. The first thing she noted, other than the sudden absence of green, was the smell. It was like a raw burger, or maybe more like a medium-rare steak. It didn't smell like long pig at any rate, so she probably wasn't human. Whatever the case, she had seen fit to seek out another huntsman to deal with her threat, which was a point against her. But Argent had good manners, so she would introduce herself before she said anything. "I am Argent," she said, carefully reciting the introduction she had rehearsed with her guardian, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Eve." She blinked twice, allowing her robotic words to settle before she continued in a much more natural cadence: "Where the fuck's the ruins so we can get done with this shit?" | Name: Argent Miskaton
Age: 17
Color: Silver
Race: Faunus
WeaponStill Waters
Weapon Derivation: Anchor, Harpoon Gun, Spear
A large, heavy-looking weapon about the size of Argent herself, colored with the same grays as her clothing ensemble. It's primary form is that of a stockless anchor. As opposed to standard seafaring implement, the outer edges of the anchor's arms are bladed, and the flukes of the anchor are bladed, bilateralled barbed, and oriented parallel to the arms like arrows rather than perpendicular like spades. These features allow it to serve as a weapon similar to a battleaxe and horseman's pick, respectively. When it changes form into a spear, the arms fold into the anchor and the shank telescopically extends. While the bladed outer edges are still available, allowing for swinging attacks, the key feature of this form is the crown that tapers into an arrow-like point. Its third and final form is a harpoon gun. Transformation into this form is similar to the spear transition, except without the extended shank. The trigger to the gun is located in the head of the anchor, and the balancing band acts as its barrel. When fired, the harpoon is followed by a metal wire rather than a chain. After hitting and penetrating a target, the anchor arms can open and close, and the wire can be retracted at will. When not in use, it telescopes into a slightly smaller version of itself that is carried on Argent's back.SemblanceEqualize
A passive semblance that grants increasing quality and quantity of aura based on the amount of danger the user is in. In other words: the more enemies Argent is fighting and the more powerful they are, the harder she fights and the tougher she gets. Comparatively speaking, if aura was quantifiable, Argent would always have enough to carry on a fight. As a result of this semblance and her own mongrel fighting style, this makes her a rather strange case of an anti-army individual.Personality: Argent is essentially what most humans of Remnant believe the stereotypical faunus to be. In other words, an uncultured savage. She possesses little in the way of tact or formal ettiquette and often just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. When combined with that foul sailor mouth of hers and her distinct lack of book smarts, simply listening to her speak for an extended period of time can cause pause in even the least racist of people. Further reinforcing her uncivilized image, she greatly enjoys the thrill of battle, and finds most of her satisfaction from conquering foes. She also enjoys puns and other sorts of wordplay that would make most people want to claw their ears out despite being largely unable to spell all but the simplest of words and possessing the reading comprehension on par with a particularly dumb middle schooler. Argent's also a bit of a movie buff, so in that respect she should really be considered more of a surprisingly cultured savage.
...Still a fucking savage though.
As unrefined as she is, it seems fitting that she carries a 'survival of the fittest' mentality (which ironically was taught to her by a human): the world doesn't care who you are, and if you're capable of reaching happiness on your own merits, good on you; if you're not, quit bitching and make yourself able to. Hence why she doesn't see the White Fang as being a cause worthy of taking seriously, or faunus racism that much of a social issue. That said, she doesn't dislike or subjugate the weak because wasting energy on hatred and management would be too much effort to be worth it and, despite what her Darwinian mindset and blood knight tendencies may suggest, Argent actually maintains a constant deadpan expression - or at least it's probably deadpan; you can never tell with that veil of hers.
At any rate, Argent is actually very cool-headed in spite of what her warmonger behavior might lead one to believe about her personality. In fact, brute force is rarely her default reaction; she'd much prefer a nice talk to settle things. It's just that her eloquence isn't often sufficient to get people to stop fronting with her, which means she has to break their legs. She's mostly content to ignore things she believes not to be worth her time or effort and doesn't really care much for actively getting along - or not getting along - with others, though. A very live-and-let-live kind of person no doubt. No, that's wrong; it's more accurate to say that's she's apathetic. She's not even entirely there when it comes to actively working as a team, but she's good at listening and willing to follow directions as long as they're simple and audacious enough. It wouldn't be wrong to liken her to an attack dog that kills whatever you point at.
Backstory: Argent is a native of Mistral. She was born during the summer, in a small, primarily human village in the western swamps of the kingdom. Though Mistral's villages maintain a much-deserved reputation as hives of scum and villainy, the time Argent spent there was fairly benign. Granted, her time spent there was very brief; she only lived there during her infancy. Her relationship with her birth parents is non-existent. She doesn't know who they are or recall what kind of people they were, but she assumes they're the shitty kind that isn't worth her time to track down. After all, no decent human faunus beings sell their child off to some hoity-toity rich-tits off in inland Mistral as an indentured servant in all but name.
Living under the boot of humanity was undoubtedly a terrible life experience for a child. Both inside and outside her workplace - because she will never consider that place a home - she was discriminated against by the largely human population of the town. Perhaps in the past, she might have joined the White Fang to fight for faunus rights had she had the opportunity, but now she no longer bears ill-will about her treatment, seeing it only as "the natural thing to do". Nevertheless, in her youthful naivete, she ran away from the town in hopes of finding a different, better life elsewhere. After drifting from town to town, learning the harsh reality of the world, she found herself at the end of the line: a village on the southernmost end of the Mistral mainland.
Argent's life turned around when she was found by a human lady who advised her that laying down in the street was not a good thing to do, and decided to treat her to a free meal. During the discussion about their lifestyle choices, the woman explained was captain of a fishing vessel and was looking for new blood to replace members of her crew. With nothing left available for her, Argent joined up and took to the high seas rather than attend school. While she never attended formal combat school, she gained experience fighting aquatic Grimm and brawling with people who wanted to front with her. Eventually the captain and crew realized she ought to learn how to function in normal society and widen her horizons, so they told her to stay on land for a while and find her own path.
After hearing the word 'hunter' and coming to all the right conclusions, Argent applied to Beacon.
Other:A crocodile faunus with heritage evidenced by a row of very sharp teeth.
Wears the veil to avoid unsettling people.
Hates pirate movies.
Officially the shortest member of Team CAKE.
Also the poorest member. |
5,480 | 148 | 15 | 1,704 | 1,024 | That explains a lot. Cobalt thought it wise that he should probably remember the whole aura thing of hers. It would probably come in handy in later on, maybe if it even came down to having to fight Kobi one day. Kobi composed herself as Cobalt would expect any human to, superior, with a hint of sophistication. If Cobalt had to take a guess, she was from a rich family. Her armor was ornate, and of a far greater quality than one would find at any typical blacksmith. Granted, given her weapon, he should have expected no less. However, Cobalt frowned slightly at Kobi's comments. Hopefully she wasn't one of those faunus sympathizers... almost as bad as the White Fang themselves.
"Yeah. The dead kind usually aren't too bad." Half of it was a joke, half of it wasn't. Either way, it was just to spite Kobi a bit. But they had to find the ruins before any infighting, so Cobalt climbed a tree, not waiting for Kobi's response. In the distance, he spotted what appeared to be a building, which would probably be their best bet. "We should probably head south, I saw some buildings in that direction. It'll be our best bet." | Name:
Cobalt Pennant
Age:
18
Color:
Blue
Race:
Human
mix between a battle-axe and shotgun.
Semblance:
Multiplication: Can make up to three copies that only last long enough to mimic a single attack.
Personality:
Being born into a prestigious family in Atlas has not helped much with his social interactions with Faunus. He comes off as elitist and racist, and cannot stand the non-humans. In his eyes, the four kingdoms should have slaughtered all of the beasts when they decided to rebel. After all, if the weak crumble underfoot, then it is only natural that humans enslaved and oppressed the Faunus. As such, Cobalt will go out of his way to be cruel towards Faunus. On the other hand, he treats other humans kindly and will hardly bear any ill will toward a human, except if they try and defend Faunus "filth". Basically he believes in social Darwinism.
Backstory:
Cobalt was born into a military family, his father being a colonel in the Atlas army. His father was especially bitter about losses of the estate after the Faunus War, as they owned many indentured Faunus and were forced to set them all free. Cobalt's father had dreams about returning the humans back to their rightful place as the master, and the Faunus the slave. From the day he was born, his father instilled his values into the boy, and trained Cobalt in order to fight and replace in the hopes that the White Fang would spark another war.
Sadly, the war never came. The Pennants lost influence as the years passed, as their Anti-Faunus views started to become archaic and seen as a hindrance. It was hardly a surprise when the Atlas government decided to strip his father of his rank and possessions for his Anti-Faunus views, as they were becoming more and more tolerant of the Faunus. His father committed suicide, unable to take the dishonor.
This only made Cobalt more bitter towards Faunus. If only the war had wiped out the savages. Finding himself suddenly without a home, he swore vengeance. Cobalt decided to enroll into Beacon Academy, to become the most elite of hunters and prove that humans were the superior race.
Of course, due to his previous training, it was plainly obvious he would be the leader of the team.
Other:
Cobalt abuses his leadership power just to make life a bit more difficult for the faunus members of his team. |
5,481 | 148 | 16 | 1,445 | 9,374 | Honestly? No idea. Why don't we just screw around until we stumble upon it? Not like we have a time limit or anything. Eve of course had her own interpretation of "Screwing around", but just kept it to a tease for now. In all seriousness they really needed to get going. It felt as if they had been in this forest for a month now. "I figured we should just keeping heading northish until we find a dead end. If we run into tougher grimm along the way, it means we're on the right path, yeah?" Taking out the Shooting Star and twirling it around Eve walked onward with Argent. "Let's go, luv, time's a wastin!" | Name: Evergreen "Eve" Taurus
Age: 18
Color: Evergreen
Race: Faunas
Weapon:
Shooting Star - A mix of a whip, flail, and grappling hook, Shooting Star uses a woven titanium steel fibers that are flexible enough that it can be coiled around her arm, yet rigid enough to be used to block attacks and heavy blows. In it's fully sheathed form, it looks like a small rod with barely enough space to be held with both of Eve's hands. When in use however, she can make the fibers extend up to fifty meters, and can freely switch to make it longer or shorter as needed. At the tip of each end is a small, blunt knob, which is capable of attaching itself to any surface and hold up to five tons in weight, allowing Eve to use it to grapple her foe or attach a larger, or create a more deadly flail using whatever is around her.
Semblance:
Vectors - Eve's semblance allows her to control the momentum of objects in motion, including increasing or decreasing their acceleration and changing their direction without exerting an outside force. It's not quite telekinesis since she can't simply make an object move unless it's already making notable movement, but so long as it is she can increase or decrease the vector of it's movements in massive or subtle ways, despite how short it's movements may ultimately be.
Personality: In a word, selfish. Eve cares very little about anyone else but herself. And she shows this by being sadistic, enjoying hurting others and watching them suffer. She may become angry seeing her "Favorite things" being harmed or taken away from her, but she wouldn't really care if she herself ends up losing them because she killed them or simply lost interest in them. Eve is aware of her sex appeal and makes gratuitous use out of it, both out of vanity and self-loathing. She understands how sexy she is and how it'll help her use others as she wishes, but frankly doesn't care if people think of her as a whore or slut because she knows she is. And she enjoys being one, though she tries to be a bit classy about it when she isn't horny. Eve can be quite a bitch, holding petty grudges and generally making people's life a living hell for little-to-no reason at all. A natural bully and promotes the idea that might makes right: If you are stronger than someone, it is your ideals and laws that should be enforced, not out of ethics or sensibility, but simply because no one has the power to tell you otherwise.
Positively, Eve enjoys being in the company of others and often tries to find herself in social groups. She likes having a partner or group back her up in her endeavors, and feeds off the mob mentality to do more extreme and powerful acts. While she doesn't often see herself as a "Leader", she does think of herself as a team player, and is more than glad to either guide the flock or simply go with the flow, whichever seems more interesting at the time. Eve is also generally quite pleasant or at least happy, and it's odd to find her brooding or gloomy. She can be quite boisterous when fighting or otherwise excited, and subtly is saved only to make a grand explosion of an entrance.
Eve can almost seem like a big sister or even mother to those who she thinks is weaker than herself, treating them with some kindness and affection. However she'll generally only do this for those who she thinks have nothing but desperation or adoration to her, and she'd only be so kind to those who can actually provide her something of use. Weak people who cling to her for protection, without being able to pay for that protection, will be crushed for her amusement.
Backstory: Eve is the half-sister of Adam Taurus, sharing the same father, but not the same mother. Who her parents are Eve doesn't know nor care. Growing up she did stay with her half-brother often, doing so simply out of familial protection. But as Eve grew older, she started to grow bigger and stronger than most of the other kids her age. With no family to control her and Eve's own natural resentment against authority, she let the power get to her head and became a menace as a child, often subjugating children to her whims and cruelty. Even the adults would fail to control her, as she was rebellious and eventually grew large enough to match the size of fully grown hunters, and this was before she hit puberty.
By the time Eve was 13 she had largely left Adam from her mind, only slightly aware of his actions through the White Fang. She found it pathetic how they needed to band together and fight off the humans, unlike Eve, who had willingly used her charms and body to get into the human's good grace. Not that she liked them any better; they treated her as an animal, and at an early age she was little more than a sex slave. But she kept a cool head all the while, and when the opportunity presented itself her "Masters" suffered and unfortunate "Accident", and it was during those times that Eve would have set into motion a plan to ruin her master's family and homes, either by directing disgrunted servants to ransack the home or fore in-fighting within the family itself.
By the time she was 16 Adam had become the new leader of the White Fang and for some reason, went to find Eve. He wanted her to join his rebellion, to which Eve responded by running away from him and joining the Hunters. She had no interest in the plight of the faunas, and she herself was more interested in the adventurous life of a hunter. She attended a hunting school in Vacuo while she was escaping her brother's influence, and used her education to move to Beacon where she'd begin her career as a true hunter.
Other: Eve cares very little of Faunas as a whole, especially those who "Suffer" from racism. She thinks of them as mere weaklings who let the humans bully them into submission. And even though the White Fang have been made to fight against such racism, she thinks they're all just cowards trying to form a mob for mutual protection, and figures that individually the White Fang are cowardly. She doesn't hold this opinion for all the faunas she knows/meets, but generally they'd need to prove to be the exception to her rule. Eve is also quite wealthy, though she downplays her wealth since most of it was taken from others or earned through less savory occupations. And while Eve freely has sex with anyone who she fancies, she isn't a prostitute and will kill you if you think she is. She enjoys sex, but that doesn't mean you can just buy it from her. At least treat her to dinner first. Speaking of her sexuality, Eve is "Opportunistic". Her catch phrase is "Beastly", which she often uses as an adjective to something impressive or great, or as a shorthand to agreeing with something she likes very much. It is the equivalent of using the word "Awesome". |
5,482 | 148 | 17 | 1,228 | 2,368 | The girl wasn't a stranger to ignoring shit comments in order to keep the peace. Still, it took her a good deal longer to let the annoyance pass this time, and it was clear on her face. The casual racism she could deal with--but in a partner? She wasn't sure. "Alright, south it is," Kobi agreed, less than cheerfully. On her heel, she turned away from Cobalt and started walking. On any other day, she'd sheathe Blush. But today, she knew it was in her best interest to remain vigilant. | Kobi Rhodren | 17 | Human
COLOR
Pink
WEAPON
Blush. She uses dust powered ammo to enhance the already powerful weapon.
SEMBLANCE
Blink: it allows her to teleport a short distance within her field of vision in a crackle of pink. When enhanced with Dust, the direct line between A and B is powered with the respective element. Lightning is her favorite.
PERSONALITY
Kobi is driven, powerful, and believes herself to be a literal force of nature to be reckoned with. She's not entirely wrong, but she can definitely be arrogant while underestimating the strength in others. However, she's friendly enough--even if she's just humoring you--and prefers to get along with others, expecting them to make the effort to get to know her. She comes off as shallow because of this, but there lies unresolved fears of intimacy. She uses being overly-polite and--if that fails--bitter sarcasm to as defense mechanisms, but has no problem breaking this barrier if she gets outraged or feels extremely insulted. Despite all this, she wants to do the right thing and, overall, make Remnant a better, more peaceful place.
BACKSTORY
Kobi was born and raised in Vale's upper-class district, given a comfortable life. Her family owns Rhodren Inc: a design firm responsible for the architecture and some interior design of the most notable buildings in Vale. The company is so big, in fact, that it is often contracted overseas--most notably to Atlas. Other than the prestige, Rhodren Inc. is known for its former support to the White Fang; of course, annual donations and support stopped when the terrorism began. However, that isn't Kobi's story:
Kobi is the youngest of six, and only one will inherent the company. This doesn't bother Kobi, however, because she is getting all the financial support and opportunities she needs now in order to establish her own future. So, she will be the only huntress of her family as her older siblings will be fighting with each other to find a safe place in the company. Despite her unorthodox choice, her family is supportive and her eldest often jokes about hiring her back as a body guard once she's a full fledged huntress.
Still, the path leaves her with a lot to prove: she wants to fill the shoes and grow out of them.
OTHER
Artistic
Her favorite color is red
While she's also physically strong, a lot of her aura goes into using her heavy weapon (which is why she wears armor as well)
Dislikes the Schnee Dust Company but buys their shit anyway. Modern equivalent would be slapping a "FUCK CAPITALISM" sticker on your iPhone 8.
Character art. |
5,483 | 148 | 18 | 941 | 3,112 | Argent was not a particularly tactically minded person, so she decided that that explanation was as good as any. She hefted up her heavy weapon and triggered its dormant state for easier movement. The mechanical orchestra of the relevant components sliding into their compact place was short and quiet, just like its wielder. Perhaps it was ADHD, but it was like they'd been standing in place for like, three months now. "Indeed," Argent intoned with a slow, sage nod, "Animals drown if they don't swim. Unless they have gills. Or are anaerobic in nature." She paused. "Holding your breath only prolongs death." And with that statement, she followed after the cow-woman in a northwardly direction. | Name: Argent Miskaton
Age: 17
Color: Silver
Race: Faunus
WeaponStill Waters
Weapon Derivation: Anchor, Harpoon Gun, Spear
A large, heavy-looking weapon about the size of Argent herself, colored with the same grays as her clothing ensemble. It's primary form is that of a stockless anchor. As opposed to standard seafaring implement, the outer edges of the anchor's arms are bladed, and the flukes of the anchor are bladed, bilateralled barbed, and oriented parallel to the arms like arrows rather than perpendicular like spades. These features allow it to serve as a weapon similar to a battleaxe and horseman's pick, respectively. When it changes form into a spear, the arms fold into the anchor and the shank telescopically extends. While the bladed outer edges are still available, allowing for swinging attacks, the key feature of this form is the crown that tapers into an arrow-like point. Its third and final form is a harpoon gun. Transformation into this form is similar to the spear transition, except without the extended shank. The trigger to the gun is located in the head of the anchor, and the balancing band acts as its barrel. When fired, the harpoon is followed by a metal wire rather than a chain. After hitting and penetrating a target, the anchor arms can open and close, and the wire can be retracted at will. When not in use, it telescopes into a slightly smaller version of itself that is carried on Argent's back.SemblanceEqualize
A passive semblance that grants increasing quality and quantity of aura based on the amount of danger the user is in. In other words: the more enemies Argent is fighting and the more powerful they are, the harder she fights and the tougher she gets. Comparatively speaking, if aura was quantifiable, Argent would always have enough to carry on a fight. As a result of this semblance and her own mongrel fighting style, this makes her a rather strange case of an anti-army individual.Personality: Argent is essentially what most humans of Remnant believe the stereotypical faunus to be. In other words, an uncultured savage. She possesses little in the way of tact or formal ettiquette and often just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. When combined with that foul sailor mouth of hers and her distinct lack of book smarts, simply listening to her speak for an extended period of time can cause pause in even the least racist of people. Further reinforcing her uncivilized image, she greatly enjoys the thrill of battle, and finds most of her satisfaction from conquering foes. She also enjoys puns and other sorts of wordplay that would make most people want to claw their ears out despite being largely unable to spell all but the simplest of words and possessing the reading comprehension on par with a particularly dumb middle schooler. Argent's also a bit of a movie buff, so in that respect she should really be considered more of a surprisingly cultured savage.
...Still a fucking savage though.
As unrefined as she is, it seems fitting that she carries a 'survival of the fittest' mentality (which ironically was taught to her by a human): the world doesn't care who you are, and if you're capable of reaching happiness on your own merits, good on you; if you're not, quit bitching and make yourself able to. Hence why she doesn't see the White Fang as being a cause worthy of taking seriously, or faunus racism that much of a social issue. That said, she doesn't dislike or subjugate the weak because wasting energy on hatred and management would be too much effort to be worth it and, despite what her Darwinian mindset and blood knight tendencies may suggest, Argent actually maintains a constant deadpan expression - or at least it's probably deadpan; you can never tell with that veil of hers.
At any rate, Argent is actually very cool-headed in spite of what her warmonger behavior might lead one to believe about her personality. In fact, brute force is rarely her default reaction; she'd much prefer a nice talk to settle things. It's just that her eloquence isn't often sufficient to get people to stop fronting with her, which means she has to break their legs. She's mostly content to ignore things she believes not to be worth her time or effort and doesn't really care much for actively getting along - or not getting along - with others, though. A very live-and-let-live kind of person no doubt. No, that's wrong; it's more accurate to say that's she's apathetic. She's not even entirely there when it comes to actively working as a team, but she's good at listening and willing to follow directions as long as they're simple and audacious enough. It wouldn't be wrong to liken her to an attack dog that kills whatever you point at.
Backstory: Argent is a native of Mistral. She was born during the summer, in a small, primarily human village in the western swamps of the kingdom. Though Mistral's villages maintain a much-deserved reputation as hives of scum and villainy, the time Argent spent there was fairly benign. Granted, her time spent there was very brief; she only lived there during her infancy. Her relationship with her birth parents is non-existent. She doesn't know who they are or recall what kind of people they were, but she assumes they're the shitty kind that isn't worth her time to track down. After all, no decent human faunus beings sell their child off to some hoity-toity rich-tits off in inland Mistral as an indentured servant in all but name.
Living under the boot of humanity was undoubtedly a terrible life experience for a child. Both inside and outside her workplace - because she will never consider that place a home - she was discriminated against by the largely human population of the town. Perhaps in the past, she might have joined the White Fang to fight for faunus rights had she had the opportunity, but now she no longer bears ill-will about her treatment, seeing it only as "the natural thing to do". Nevertheless, in her youthful naivete, she ran away from the town in hopes of finding a different, better life elsewhere. After drifting from town to town, learning the harsh reality of the world, she found herself at the end of the line: a village on the southernmost end of the Mistral mainland.
Argent's life turned around when she was found by a human lady who advised her that laying down in the street was not a good thing to do, and decided to treat her to a free meal. During the discussion about their lifestyle choices, the woman explained was captain of a fishing vessel and was looking for new blood to replace members of her crew. With nothing left available for her, Argent joined up and took to the high seas rather than attend school. While she never attended formal combat school, she gained experience fighting aquatic Grimm and brawling with people who wanted to front with her. Eventually the captain and crew realized she ought to learn how to function in normal society and widen her horizons, so they told her to stay on land for a while and find her own path.
After hearing the word 'hunter' and coming to all the right conclusions, Argent applied to Beacon.
Other:A crocodile faunus with heritage evidenced by a row of very sharp teeth.
Wears the veil to avoid unsettling people.
Hates pirate movies.
Officially the shortest member of Team CAKE.
Also the poorest member. |
5,484 | 149 | 0 | 338 | 480 | Eyes opened, breath softly, skin crawling from the cold air and a cool surface of an uncomfortably hard bed.
A young man groaned, shielding his eyes with his arm, the young man's head was throbbing as if he was mildly hungover. But he doesn't remember drinking the night before. He unshielded his eyes and took a look around.
"what the hell?" the young man mumbled as he finally gotten a decent look at his room. He sat up and was sitting up on top of a bed that should belong in a hospital which luckily he looks to be in. The room was small, it had two doors and a window, the young man guessed the doors was one was to the hallway another was a closet or bathroom. There was a small window and looking through only showing nothing but inky darkness. And a desk across the bed, which has a notebook on top of it.
The young man stood up in the middle of the room. First he tried to open the window. But as he tried to open it. It didn't budge at all it seemed it was more of a wall decoration than a useable window.
"Damn, it was getting stuffy in here..." He trailed off in defeat as he walked to the desk.
He touched the cover of the notebook, it wasn't made with the same paper as his sketchbooks, but it was decent enough papers if he felt like doodling. And he took the pen that was laying down next to the notebook it was magenta; he was surprised people made pens in that colour. He flipped through the pages of the notebook, taking note that the first page of the notebook was ripped out.
He wrote down stuff, he always was better at collecting his thoughts when he write them down.
I decided to write down my thoughts since I'm a confused mess at the moment.
so I woke up in a hospital room, and I tried to find anything that would explain why I'm here, but I Found zip nada zilch. The windows are pretty much there to bring in light from the outside which I should mention is as dark as shit. There's no information saying why I'm here or even anything that has my name on it, which is Aden. Weird also is that I have nothing of mine here, not even my clothes I last remember having worn before getting here. The magenta shirt is a nice colour though. And there's not even a name band on my wrist.
Aden looked at his left hand, a number was branded onto it, the numbers 83. It looked like a tattoo which was magenta in colour. "What the hell." He muttered. He put his pen and notebook away in a back pocket. He now just wants to leave. Everything was weird before, but the number is just pushing it for him. He ignored what he assumed was the closet and went past the tall door and left his room.
The hallway before him had the same dreary lighting and was long with many doors and almost nothing in the hallways when it came to decoration. Not even a chair or potted plant to liven up the place. He looked at his room door which has the room number of 5183. Easy to remember if he wants to returns, which he won't.
Now where should the nearest stairwell be? So he can get out of this weird hospital. | Name: Aden Lee Lamb
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Number: 83
Associated Colour: Magenta: The colour is often related to the passion of red and creativity of purple mixed into a relaxing harmony.
Physical Description: Aden has sandy blond hair which is cut somewhat short and slicked back to keep it neat and out of the way. He has brown oval eyes. He is at the shorter end at 5'7", he is slender and friendly looking. Before the events of the story, he was wearing a red shirt with a magenta design with black dress pants and black sneakers. In the story, he's wearing a standard looking outfit of a magenta buttoned-down shirt with black slacks and black dress shoes. He has several piercings, one on his bottom lip, one on each lobe of his ears, and an ear cuff at the top of his left ear.
Personality: Aden is a mixed bag of a person. He's friendly and compassionate. But he's extremely fickle, and he gets angry and overwhelmed by stress. He gets stressed easily. He's creative and passionate about his creativity, but he burns himself out right away and moves to the next thing leaving the first thing half finished. He's impulsive at times, but he tries his best to think ahead and not to make any mistakes.
Known History: Raised in California in a small town with his parents. They moved to San Francisco. He went to an art school. He's now a Freelancer.
Real History: Last thing he remembers doing is driving to his employer's office to hand over some commissions and nothing else. |
5,485 | 149 | 1 | 225 | 881 | Thomas opened his eyes as he woke up to see the dimly lit room that he was in. He was confused, this wasn't his bedroom. He slowly sat up in an attempt to see more of the room that he had found himself in. Where am I? he thought to himself. Maybe it's all just a dream, said someone. Thomas turned around. The room was empty. Just the extra voice up there, he thought.
Thomas got out of the bed, in order to get a better look of the room. It looks like a hospital room, he wondered. Thomas looked around, and saw that there were a couple of doors, and a window on the wall behind him. Should I open it? he asked himself, No, don't, the voice said, it's too cold.
As he looked round, Thomas could see a notebook on a table next to the bed that he had been in. It was pure black on the front and back, and, when he opened it, he could see that the first page had been ripped out. As he opened the notebook, he could see that there was something written on his hand. He looked closely at it, and could see the number 44 written on his hand. He ran his fingers over it, and it was smooth, almost as if it had always been there. Thomas put this aside, maybe it was an ID of some sort? He pocketed the notebook, and walked through one of the doors, and came to a corridor, which was completely silent. He looked round to his door, and saw that it had the number 4944 on a plaque that was attached to the door. Find other people! the voice told him. So, he walked out of his room and down the corridor. | Name: Michael Alker
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Number: 55
Associated Color: Gray, often associated with steel and metal, is a cold detached and neutral color.
Physical Description: Michael is a tall, broad shouldered, physically fit and intimidating man. There is a searching and probing quality in his bright blue eyes, which often makes people feel like they're being studied. His dark brown hair is slicked back tightly and is cut short so that none of it obscures his vision. Michael also has a sharp aquiline nose, and has a tendency to glare at people.
Personality: At first glance, Michael is deeply intense and imperious. He is both commanding and condescending, preferring to take charge rather than leave decisions in incompetent hands. He is cold and standoffish, but still functions relatively well in groups, especially if he is calling the shots. This does not extend to his work though, as he is more than happy to follow orders while in uniform. If an observant person were to listen carefully while he speaks, they would hear a slight but well hidden accent.
Known History: Michael was born in Russia, but he and his mother emigrated when he was young. Since then, he has cut ties from his entire family and dedicates most of his time to his job as a police officer.
Real History: The last thing that Michael remembers is driving home from work and settling in with some paperwork. |
5,486 | 149 | 2 | 560 | 1,409 | Mona's eyes slowly opened to the gray ceiling of the unfamiliar room. The lighting was dark, and the bed she was on was uncomfortable. Anxiety began to build inside of her. Where was she? She knew she wasn't dreaming, she didn't dream, she hadn't had dreams in years, let alone lucid ones. As her eyes continued to adjust to the low light settings of the gray room they remained fixed on the point they had settled on when she first woke up. She felt a tinge of pain as she bit down on her tongue.
No, it couldn't be a dream.
Mona lay in the bed for a few more minutes, allowing as many memories as possible to return to her. She remembered... working? Dreading work. She had gone to a movie with some people-- work friends? And she was dreading going back to work, she had stayed behind in the theatre, and then...
...Blackness...
With a sigh, Mona shifted to her side, observing the room with a disdainful interest. It was as bare as the ceiling, adorned only with a small metallic desk, a chair and a single window overlooking a featureless night. Her eyes grew wider, had she been kidnapped? She didn't care what was going on here, she just wanted to go home, or anywhere but this place, the irregular beating of her heat reminded her of the stress she was experiencing. Concern poured through her body, she slowly sat up in the bed and observed her own body. She had been undressed at some point, the alarm from this realization quickly faded away though, she didn't feel sore, as if she had been used. As she examined the blouse and pants she had been changed into, she couldn't help but admit the golden satin that glittered in the dim light was certainly more expensive than whatever she had had on before.
Gingerly, she brought up her hand to the back of her head, feeling that it was still in a bun, that whoever had done this, had left her hair as in, rubber bands and all.
Mona gave another sigh, her arm falling uselessly to her side in the bed. The room didn't appear to have any cameras, there was a door just to the left of the bed, and apparently someone had even placed a pen and pad neatly on the desk. Her heartbeat became more regular as she began to regain control of what she was feeling, she processed the situation, and her expression became more neutral.
She sighed a third time, muttering under her breath with it, "Well, at least I wont need to go into the office today..."
Getting up, Mona first moved towards the window, first merely looking out into the blackness to see if she could identify where it was that she had been taken to. After squinting failed to bring about even the slightest outline of another building or street sign in the spaceesque darkness, she attempted to open the window, again, resulting in failure. Moving over to the desk, Mona found herself recanting what she had felt earlier-- she did care why she was here, why her? As she looked down at the neatly placed notebook, and what appeared to be a gold-plated pen she wondered if perhaps she was having some fantastic lucid dream.
Taking the pen, she scribbled on the blank pages of the pad to discover that it's ink was the same glistening gold color as the clothing she had been changed into... she couldn't help but find the color soothing. However, it brought with it an increased heart rate, she dropped the pen to the floor, she brought the back of her hand to her eyes in horror, as she observed what could only be a brand tattooed on her hand in the same gold color as her clothes, and the pen, and...
She felt sick, she felt anxious and scared and she didn't know what she really felt inside, but she wanted to scream.
Running to a bare corner of the room, Mona retched the last of any food she had inside of her. Her heart beat fast and irregular, and as she grippe her stomach the woman fell to her knees.
Mona sat in the corner for another few minutes after she had finished, wiping off whatever remained on her face with her sleeve. She panted as if she had just ran a marathon and her head throbbed. Had it always been throbbing? Eventually, Mona's mind went to something other than the beating of her hear and the sick feeling in her stomach. Notably, why her kidnapper would want her writing down anything. She moved slowly over to the pen, picking it up slowly, she placed it in the bun on her head. She left the notebook though, and found herself compelled to move toward the door, hopefully open to anywhere that wasn't this drab, gray... cell.
With her hand on the knob of the door, she briefly considered throwing the desk or the chair at the window as a last resort plan. Closing her eyes, Mona inhaled and hoped it wouldn't have to come to that.
She turned the knob...
Only to step, with relief, out of the small drab, gray room, into what appeared to be a nearly endless drab, gray hallway.
Mona let out a sigh.
I need a smoke... | Name: Mona Scott
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Number: 4
Associated Color: Gold, darker than the childish cheer and optimism of yellow, gold is commonly seen as representing the luxury and all the material riches associated with the precious metal. Feelings of elegance, prestige, and sophistication are evoked by the color, as well as extravagance and the excesses of wealth.
Physical Description: Mona appears to be of at least partial Asian parentage, with her other parent either being Native-American or African-American, her heritage grants her a unique golden copper skin tone. She's short, standing (barely) at 5'3'', however this has the advantage of making her rather average figure appear curvier and more buxom than would be normal. Her face is flat and heart shaped, with warm brown eyes (whose shape betray her Asian blood), her lips and nose are delicate, resembling the designs of a porcelain china doll-- to contrast her hair is wild, black and medium length, held in an unruly bun by scavenged rubber bands.
Personality: Mona is the typical 21st century tragic office drone; smart enough to comprehend her own shortcomings as a person as well as the soul crushing reality of modern day capitalism, but not smart enough to do anything about it. Mona can come off as detached because of this, often seeming to actively be trying to escape reality. She prefers to distract herself with fluff than address issues at hand, as she had become so numbed to her own fatalistic view of the world that she is unsure if she can even handle her own emotions anymore.
Known History: Mona has been working the same dead end desk jockey positions for a little over 10 years now. Before that? She dropped out of college. Before that? Childhood. And before that? She was born in some American military base in Germany.
Real History: The last thing she remembers is getting ready to leave a movie theater. She had stayed behind to see if there were any post-credit scenes and told her friends to go ahead without her before the world went black.
She doesn't have any recollection of which friends she was with, the theater she had gone to, or even which movie she had just seen. |
5,487 | 150 | 0 | 15 | 3,140 | You awake to the frsh breeze that hits your face. It feels great after the long sleep you had. In order to keep you in hybernation you need to be in a warm enviroment, unless your body might not wake up. Heat based hybernation is just feeding yourself with narcotics and keeping them dissolved with heat, long enough so you can last a few hundred years. The scientists failed to invent cryogenic freeze by the time the end came so this is all you can have. Bu now that you say that, it is actually pretty cold here, no longer in the pleasurable area.
Jay C looked around and saw no scientists. Aren't there supposed to be a few who would come here to check on them? And why is it so cold. Did someone leave the AC running for the god knows how much time they were out? Nevertheless the terminal that controls the room's working is just on the others side. He takes his first step, but his muscles fail to keep his body satndindg. They are so numb they could even be sticks for all he cares. But it's not the hybernation for sure. They feeded tehm enough narcotics that could kill an enraged elephant. His muscles shouldn't have lsot weight. Meh. He didn't think too much of it. He laid there for a few minutes until he could feel his legs and arms. He coughed up a bit of blood. Never a good sign. He slowly pushed himself up to satnding and looked around the room. It seems that no one was inside. To be honest he just noticed the lack of ligting in the room. It wasn't exactly dark, but now that he could think clearer it seemed that only a few lamps worked and even they weren't enough to make the room brighter than a sky at dusk. He scanned around and spotted the terminal. He began to walk there, but suddenly with a hydraulic hiss the other capsule in the room opened. He thaught about prorities for a second, so he dropped the idea of checking on the terminal and went to see the other occupant. The systems can wait anyways. He went around his pod, and on the other side was a girl still half asleep, fresh outta hybernation "Wakey, wakey." | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,488 | 150 | 1 | 460 | 495 | Eve closed her eyes tighter as her consciousness returned. 300 years had never felt shorter. One day had never even felt shorter than The Hibernation. The tap tap tap of feet alerted her to the other presence in the room. This was expected of course, the scientists who had set up the operation were intended to check on them before they wake.
But that didn't occur, atleast not quickly enough. She pried her eyes open, and yawned. Blinky she noticed the guy making his way over, finally.
"Wakey, wakey" he said, his tone difficult to appraise. This guy could not be the scientist who was in charge of the habitation, wakey wakey was just to childish a thing to say, and any way she already knew what he actually was. He was a participant in the hibernation some sort of tech guy.
She squinted her eyes in condemnation. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child, and where are the people who actually know what they're doing," she spoke coldy. Her words echoing that which she'd said to her parents before the ice came to the world.
She had meant to sound detached although her voice neglected anything but scorn. For now it is best to know that she can atune her voice to be much more calouse, and that if at anytime she finds reason to sound other wise it will be the thin Vail gained by an accomplished health practitioners who must occasionally work with small children. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,489 | 150 | 2 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay looked into the woman's eyes, like someone who is carefully observing a small item, but after a showrt hile he just shrugged his shoulders and moved on to the terminal. "There is no one here. They either died or left us." He didn't even turn back to see the woman's reaction. In the past 3 minutes his sensory capabilities fully restored, and only now he could feel how cold it was. His muscles were still in hybernation so they spared him from the shaking, but his skin already hurt. If he had to guess, the room was around -20 Celsius. Which is not good. He accessed teh terminal and opened up the room info. - Temperature: -18 Celsius- -Life Support: Nominal- Hmm fair enough. He pressed teh button to turn on the heating, but he got a warning. -System Overload. Not enough power.- Interesting. He checked the status of the whole facility. -Sections A to E are non functional. F and G sectors are partially damaged. H and J sectors are nominal. Secondary reactor supplying energy to sectors A to J.- Aha, so that's the problem. He typed in a few commands and rerouted energy from the damaged sectors to the bottom 4 sectors. Suddenly the lights began to shine brighter, and the vent started to emit a sound resembling rusty fans spinning up. And the heat started to flow in.
He didn't even see or feel, but his sweat from the hybernation froze on him in the last five minutes, and as the room started to heat up, it started to collect in puddles below him, soaking his shirt, trousers, and shoes. The regulations for clothing were really just fro show. Only scientists would havge to wear capes, no one else. The participants were allowed to walk in and test with almost any clothing, like T-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and could walk in sandals and high heels (for teh female participants that is) if they wanted to. The security stated that, there would be always scientists around, so a participant could go into hybernation with any clothing that suits him best, and there is no need for any special clothing. Actually they especially said that they should wear some light clothing as the hybernation would place them in a hot place. He tried to access teh security files but, he coudln't do anything from isnide the room. They were locked inside. Jay glanced over his shoulder with a sad face and looked at the woman. "The door is not working." | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,490 | 150 | 3 | 460 | 495 | Her face remain stagnant with the news of everyone else's demise and even, as her mind quickly connected, their own. Hibernation had failed when granted it's face value, while Eve did give it deeper thought the original verdict still remained. She raised a shaking hand, and then the other, raising herself from the small cocoon that she had spent several lifetimes in. The chill of the air wasn't immediate but she had enough since to know that staying in the fridged temperatures to long could lead to many unpleasant ends. Her favorite sweater, though warm in most indoor environment proved useless against this particular brand of cold. She moved on, focusing solely on the cold would only kill her faster.
She dragged her gaze across the entire room. It was the same one she had left, though it now seemed much older. The walls were now worn and grey as was the tiled floor. The tech geek was now messing with the computer in the room, at least he seemed to be useful for something. Soon the air came on, rattling and hissing, reminding her that all this technology was old and no wonder it all shut off. The heat fell over the room in waves causing the frozen water and sweat to thaw and join in the reawakening. It dripped on the walls and the two life forms skin. This was a mild irritation, however they would need new attire anyway. Things had gone wrong and now they would need to be prepared for whatever lay outside.
After several more clicks the man cast her a wayward glance, a mournful light clearly distinguishable on his down turned face. What had he said, she'd spaced out for a moment. The door was it? "The door, is broken?" she guessed giving her best shot at what he might've said about the door. The door did something wrong his face said that much. "Why don't you just pull it open or something. Doors are supposed to have a manual way to open it's business law." She said, unamused by the situation. Inconveniences were one of the many things she loathed, and broken inanimate objects topped her list of inconveniences. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,491 | 150 | 4 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay C sat down on the floor, and examined the room once again, now that the lights were on, and the place was warming up. It was small, just enough to fit the two hybernation machines in. He remembered the white walls amd the bright lights like it was a second ago, however god knows how much time passed. The worst case scenario is that the program released them because the 300 years ended, that it was supposed to work with. There were 4 very small vents in the corners that sent in the oxygen and pumped out the used CO2 from the room. He fell into his taughts, but the cracking sound of the vents soon distracted him. He looked above himself and saw the vents that pumped heat in. They were man sized if not bigger, and it seemed like the panel on it can be opened with minimal force. He looked at his freaked out companion, and stood up."You are using air. Stop it." He gave a sharp look at the woman before continuing. "Hope you are strong. We can get through these vents, if you stand on my shoulder, I lift you up, and then you can pull me in." Jay kneeled down and gave the women a cold, feelingless look, that could either mean "I hope you do it" or "see if I care". | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,492 | 150 | 5 | 460 | 495 | The women didn't appreciate the attitude. None the less he could be right about the air thing, she really didn't know, and anyways his plan wasn't the absolute worst. She scowled back at him anyway, easily expressing her displeasure through her facial features. Then without wasting anymore precious time she strode over and use him as a step stool to reach the vent. It's panel was hinged in place though easily removed due to years of rust. It took quite a bit of effort for her to heave herself up, she hadn't really had to strain herself since college when she had had a gym membership and used it. Inside the vent was unpleasant in a different sense than the room. It was warm at least but it was cramped and made odd noises, threatening often to give out from below.
Gathering her breath and wit she turned around and held her arm out so that whatever his name was could get up to. She could only offer one, she'd need the other to hold herself up. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,493 | 150 | 6 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay waited patiently until the women finished taking down the hinges, and then looked up. For a second she disappeared but then, he could spot the woman's face as she lent him a hand. However the he wasn't tall enough to catch it. He tried grabbing her hand a few times, but every time there was a small, but reasonable gap behind their hands. This isn't gonna work, he thought to himself. He looked up at the woman with empty eyes, and an expression that told absolutely nothing, and tried to figure out something. The room was empty of things he could use as a stool, thus was the need to use himself as a stool for the woman. His thought drifted away, as he was looking for a solution, until they reached a point where he was thinking about games. He stopped mid motion as he walked past the terminal. He slowly tunred his head to teh terminal and narrowed his eyes in a suspicious way. "Have an idea. Make sure you grab onto my hand."
He walked away from the terminal, and backed himself agains their pods. He relived his gym classes in his thoughts and what he learned in parkour games. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened it, Jay jumpstarted towards the terminal, and in a few quick steps, he was right next to it. He jumped onto the terminal's sloped screen, spun around on his sneakers, and launched himself the other way, towards the hand still hanging from the vent. He focused on it, and grabbed it with his right hand,and stopped his motion with his left, not to break the woman's arm. He looekd up at the woman who was obviously not happy at all with teh situation, but he just ignored it. He grabbed onto the vent with one hand, and his other still grabbing the helping arm, and he pulled himself up into the small tunnel. Once inside he quickly took a break to get his energy back, and looked at the woman. This time he was smiling for once. "Thank you for cacthing me. Are you fine?" | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,494 | 150 | 7 | 460 | 495 | The crazy man knew parkour. The crazy man, he was like a freaking majestic ballerina. Eve was almost certain that nothing could get any more strange in the next hour. Sure she could feel were the connective tissues of her shoulder had been strained and figured they might bruise but that was worse case senerio and honestly even that wasn't that bad. "i'm fine." she said offhand as she turned to make her way through the ventilation system.
Moving along was tollsome, everything looked the same and there was no telling where they aught to even go. Eve tried to recall the layout of the facility. After awhile though she had no clue. Directions had never been her strong suit, and the lack of variation didn't help. "okay, where now glasses?" she said after what felt like an exceptionally long time, though it had only been a few minuets. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,495 | 150 | 8 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay looked at the woman who was going in front of him. He was lot in his thoughts like always, when she suddenly stopped. The question was brief and straight on. It was the first intelligent question of the woman he felt like. Though he learned that other people think differently, so there is no point in argues. However here was a question that puzzled his mind. He stopped, and sat down in the shaft, slightly tilting his head forward in order to have enough space. "I don't know. Familiarize with each other. "
He looked at the woman with his head slightly tilted to the left, he felt like a dog, and he imagined that his face probably also looks like a begging dog. Doesn't matter. If his suspicions are right, then shit must have hit the fan around the world. Which means they will have to stick together. The woman didn't like him, which was obvious, but Jay didn't bother himself having grudges after the apocalypse. And as much as he would have loved to escape this place, he feared that the woman might try to leave him, which would drop his survival chance. Both of theird actually. So he sat there and waited for the girl. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,496 | 150 | 9 | 460 | 495 | She sat as best she could and looked over her shoulder, turning around would be a waste of time. Eve had honestly thought he mightn't misspoken, but his face gave no sign of it if he had. If anything he looked downtrodden. Perhaps he'd not heard her right , the chambers were echoey and perhaps she aught to repeat herself. "I meant where are we going, we can't become rats and live in the air ducts,". She thought for a moment perhaps she was being to harsh,".
She glanced behind herself again, this time turning slightly. He really did look rather sad. "I'm Eve by the way, have you got a name glasses?" This was her attempt at friendliness, not perfect but not the worst. In the long run Eve could see that having someone else along would come in handy. Truthfully enough it already had. Without this guy she'd be frozen and dead and trapped in that room with a door that might have had a manual way to open it. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,497 | 150 | 10 | 15 | 3,140 | The name's Jay C He smiled for a second, but then it disappeared again, as quickly as it came. He looked at the woman cravling in fron. Eve. Just like the mythical character from the bible. He should have introduced himself as Adam now that he thought about it. Eve. "Does that stand for Evangeline?" He decided that the conversation should be on the move, so he followed Eve as shr was going forward in the duct. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,498 | 150 | 11 | 460 | 495 | She kept going, ignoring his question until the silence wouldn't hold any longer. "no" she sighed. She resented her name. It was a terrible name and meaningless to her. It was the name of one of her grandmothers but she'd never know her. "It's actually Ester, but that name is god awful so don't use it." Her sharp tone reflected her disgust at the connection to her lost grandmothers.
There was a grate up ahead, a way out of the vent and into the unknown depths of the white walled building. The hallways of the building had reminded her of the hospital, pristine white and clean, people in lab coats hurrying all over. That was before, who knows the things that must have changed.
Now she was at the vent and didn't know what to do. "do we get out here, there's an opening?" She asked. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,499 | 150 | 12 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay stopped at the question and looked up at the vent's ceiling like he was studying something. Usual reactions don't translate well in cramped places it seems. He revised the layout of teh facility in his head. Their hybernation chamber was 5 corridors away from the emergency room. Guessing how much they have traveled so far in this disgusting tunnel, they have cut down two of them. However they are not gonna get anywhere with lock down in place. That means that they need to go a bit over their destination to reach an area without security doors. He shaked his head and looked at Eve. "We have to go further if we want warm clothes." He was about to move forward but he saw Eve's disappointed face. He stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Maybe a little break from this place won't hurt. There is a break room jsut down this hallway." As he finished he quickly cursed himself for saying such things. They have to press on. No time for idling around. Ugh! It can't be helped. It seems they will be taking a break here. Who knows. Maybe there is still some 300 year old coffee left for them to drink. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
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