ƲИ˩ЄΔƧĦЄƉ - A Semi-lit Fantasy RP (Accepting!!)

[eren.]

(I'd go along with either one. I'm on regularly, so whichever one you'd like to do ^^)

[Rikutsu]

(Ok, we'll begin^^)

School was just starting when Misty and Marc breezed through the doors. Marc headed off to Algebra and Misty went to her History class upstairs. "See ya later, Misty!" Marc called as she ran up the steps, her tanker boots thumping loudly as she ran. "Yeah!" she called back, not looking behind her. She was late. Oh so late! Dang it!! Stupid Marc and his arguments with mom! Downstairs, Marc was still a little angry. He thought about skipping, then decided not to. Both mom AND Misty would be on his case then!

[Rikutsu]

(I g2g for now guy but don't worry! I will be back soon! cya!)

[Mittsu Returns]

(( Yea finished! Haha. x] Let me know if I need to change anything. Oh and I have a question. The ones not in the pack, are they just normal normal people, who haven't eaten the mushroom, so they don't transform?))

Username - DrippingChorus♫
Name - Blaine Garret Farrington
Nickname - Blaine, just call him Blaine
Age - 18
Neighborhood - Sunset Avenue
Block - 3
School - Harvard University

Who in the pack you know
How you know them

Description -
Blaine has feathery red hair that in stripes flies across the top of his head. His eyes are the color of a dark blue night sky, with glints in them like stars. On his left ear is a small cuff on his ear. On his middle finger lies a ring that used to be his fathers.

Personality -
Much like his annoyed boy looks, he's not the nicest guy. Mostly full of anger, and get's irritated easily. The only person who's ever been able to deal with him Is Nekoda, his best friend. It's wonder he can deal with her. He usually tells people exactly what he's thinking, and isn't afraid to throw a punch here and there to get his point across. Mess with Koda, and you're dead. Despite his horrid attitude, he's fairly smart and get's his work done. He also has a soft side, but it's covered by everything else. When Koda has bad dreams, he reads her books about fairy tales, but scowls when he's done. She was to old for that.

History -
He had a pretty good life when he was younger, and had quite a few friends. Everything was fine until he was fourteen and both his parents died in an elevator accident. His parents left him everything, and since he had everything, he decided to live in his own home still. Relatives came over every day to see if he was okay, and check up on him. When he turned sixteen, he met Nekoda, she was a family friend or something. She was living with her uncle and aunt, and she just seemed over all unhappy. Figuring his house was big enough he let her stay with him.

Likes -
Reading
Keeping busy
Walks
swords
fighting

Dislikes -
Idiots
overall bright colors
rain
elevators

Family - None unless you count Nekoda.
Other - "Unleashed"
Anything else not mentioned


Username - DrippingChorus♫
Name - Nekoda Grace Klaten
Nickname- Koda, Kody, Grace, doesn't really matter.
Age - 16
Neighborhood - Sunset Avenue
Block - 3
School - Pineridge Highschool

Who in the pack you know
How you know them

Description -
Her Angelic blonde hair caresses down her body and stops right at her thigh. Usually she weat it down, saying she looks ridiculous with it up. It's to much work. She likes some sort of hair accesories in her hair, her favorite being the black one in the picture. Her cross necklace was her mothers. The only thing she's aloud to have of her mothers. Her bangs gliding around her face seem to make her look younger than she really is, and lastly her brown eyes.

Personality -
As far as Nekoda goes, she has a pretty happy go lucky thing about her. Despite living with Blaine in such a rich neighborhood, she doesn't exactly act rich. She's not all preppy either, and seems to get along with most people. She's a terrrible klutz though, and almost always has bandaids over her body, at the moment her hair is hiding one on her forhead. Sometimes she does get bad dreams and calls Blaine to read her a story, like her mother used to. So she has her childish side. Blaine is basically like her big brother.

History -
Nekoda used to live in the ghetto part of town with her mother. She never knew her dad, After what she sometimes here's she's glad she didn't. Her mother made enough to support them, and she was happy. At the age of ten, her mother snapped, she started to do drugs, and was just overall a terrible caretaker then. Deciding she was to much, people came one night and took her mother away, then took her to her Aunt and Uncle's house. She was with them for four years before she moves in with Blaine. Her bad dreams are usually about things her mother could have done, or things that could have happened to her.

Likes -
Stuffed animals
Stories
people in general
candy
bubble gum

Dislikes -
The color orange
cherries
rain
jerks.

Family - Blaine?
Other - "Unleashed"
Anything else not mentioned (?) -

[Rikutsu]

(That's right Chorus^^)

Accepted!

[Mittsu Returns]

(( Oh Yea. x] I would have felt stupid if I was wrong. Thanks. When can I start?))

[amithethird]

(Edited my form with a pic for Viera, couldn't find anything I liked for Russ though. :L)

Viera hurried into the class less than a minute before the bell rang. She sat down at her desk close to the back of the room and tried to ignore some of the looks of scorn and general disgust on the faces of the some of the students. No doubt they were some of the kids who had it better off. Snobs. She wondered what they'd give her crap about today. There was always one girl who found something. Other people didn't bother her as much, but this girl did. With her, it wasn't a matter of if she'd pick on Viera, it was a matter of what she'd pick on her about.
Viera pulled out her severely abused notebook which was filled with more doodles and song ideas than notes and assignments and flipped to the page with yesterday's assignment on it. She hadn't done a few problems at the end and there were tons of doodles everywhere. She wondered if the teacher would dock her points for messiness. Again.

Russ was also almost late for class, but he managed to get in before he could be considered late. He sat down at his desk and looked at the other people in his class. His first class was pretty mixed with freshmen and sophomores as well as one or two flunky juniors. He hoped that the teacher would forget about the homework assignment or not collect it. He didn't do it. It was part forgetfulness and part procrastination, but mostly the latter, that had compelled him to slack off. Not that he cared a whole lot. School was stupid.

[eren.]

"Night" Lucas Kade Shivley

Night gathered the supplies needed for class and kept his head lowered a bit. His sleek, inky black hair hung out of the hood and hung just short of his dazzling midnight blue eyes. He grapsed onto the books as he held them against his waist and his inner arm. The teen didn't care about what everyone thought of him, instead he focused on what was important at the moment. As he approached the door to the classroom, he reached up with his left hand and pulled down his hood. H eknew the teacher would scowl at him in disapproval of his choice to wear his hood in class. He entered the classroom, ignoring all the curious glances some of the stuents threw at him. Others were just out of plain hatred. He paid no attnetion to them though, as he sauntered over to a desk that was in the 2nd to last row. He slid into the seat after setting his books down on the desk, and leaned back in the chair.


Iroha Alaya Anderson

The unique, quiet, rich, silver haired teen strode down the hallways, the fabic of her loose clothes swaying with each and every motion she made. Her bright blue eyes stayed focused ahead and her boots quietly made a muffled, low tapping sound on the floor of the school. She came into class, as quiet as ever, and took a seat in the 3rd row back from the front. She gathered her long, thick, moonlight colored hair off to the side as she sat down. She noticed some kids sneaking some glances at her and she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. She hated when people stared at her. She felt even more, like she didn't belong. She noticed that all their expressions basically asked one question. 'Why is she here?' Iroha looked away, not able to handle the looks anymore. Just because she lived on Sunset Avenue, didn't mean she was from another planet. She opened her notebook and began adding more to a song she has been writing for a week or so now.

'...Dream the same dream forever
I’m always gazing at the unreachable place
I kept my wish, to myself...'

Iroha looked over the elegant cursive handwriting she recognizes as her own one more time. Satisfied, she closes the notebook with a quiet sigh.

[amithethird]

Viera raised her eyebrow when a rich girl with pale hair sat next to her. She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat. At least this one wasn't mean, but in Viera's opinion she was ditsy and stupid. Had she gotten to know the girl? No. Did she care? No. At least the attention was diverted away from the outcasts when she showed up. Pineridge wasn't very friendly to outcasts, and even less friendly to rich people who didn't step up and push their way to the top. If you were rich, you either ran the show or were hated by everyone else.

[Rikutsu]

(It's all good and I'll be testing different styles btw, so if they're all different, you know I'm experimenting haha!)

Misty and Marc

The bell was just ringing when Marc burst into
the classroom. He expected everyone to stare at him,
but no one seemed to really notice. Huh? He looked
around as he quietly went to his seat. Oh, NOW he saw
what everyone was looking at. A rich girl. HERE. In their
class. She was pretty! "What am I thinking?"
Marc said to himself as he sat down and gave a small wave
to Veira. He couldn't fall for a rich girl. Couldn't even look in
her general direction. Misty would KILL him. Not to mention
rich people didn't like them anyways. In another
class, Misty had nearly run into Night as she
breezed in. "Oops, sorry, Night!" she said
lowly, so as not to draw attention to them. She went
to her seat after giving him a smile reserved
for the pack.