.:st ursula's school for the exceptional:. Can you escape?

[Sparkly Ninja]

((I'm going to join this RP, but I'm bored with all my characters, I'm going to make a new one. So I'll put a form up later today or tomorrow.))

[Hello.Kittay]

|Name|
Echo Errz
|Nickname|
Just call her Echo
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
|Birthday|
October 31st
|Nationality|
Echo was born in New Mexico but was constantly moving, picking up several accents.
|Personality|
On the outside, Echo is a very easy going, freespirited and outgoing person. She laughs and loves to goof off. She doesn't take things seriously and she makes jokes out of everything. Life is just a game for her. But on the inside, Echo is an emotional wreck. She is the most insecure and sensitive person you will ever meet. One word that you say to her can make her burst into tears. Her thoughts are always jumbled. She gets nervous and shy a lot because she thinks that people don't like her. Echo can switch moods all the time.
|Likes and Dislikes|
Likes:
- Listening to music, mostly pop and rap.
- Animals. Any kind.
- Drawing. She escapes her thoughts with it, just like she does with music.
- Singing. But she doesn't tell anyome because shes convinced that shes terrible.
- Sports. Shes actually pretty athletic. But she got kicked out of most of the school teams at her previous schools for bad behavior.
Dislikes:
- Heights. She is completely terrified of them
- Abnoxious people
|Habits/Hobbies|
Her hobbies are drawing and singing mostly. She has many bad habits. Some of them include, talking too much, twirling her hair for no reason and tapping her fingers or feet when she is impatient.
|History|
Echo has a very rough history. Her father was a very heavy drinker ever since Echo was born. He would constantly abuse Echo when she was younger because he was drunk. Echo's mom always tried to help, she hated when he did this. But he would only turn his abuse towards her instead. Echo's mother, Trina, would theaten to leave her father all the time. But he would always say, "If you do, bad things will happen to you... and your daughter." So Trina never left him. But the abuse continued until Echo was thirteen years old. Until, fortunately for them, Echo's father was killed while he was drunk driving. Echo still feels haunted by her father. He was the reason she was so insecure. He always told her how ugly and stupid she was. Her father made her turn to very bad and stupid decisions in her life.
|Crush|
None yet
|Boyfriend/Girlfriend|
None at the moment.
|Group Associated With|
Scene kids mostly.
|Grade(9-12))|
10th
|Other|
None atm. Heads up: I will be constantly editting her form at random times to improve it.
Echo

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You would think that'd these people would make the MAIN office a tad bit more, well, main, Avery thought bitterly, flopping down onto one of the various chairs in the lobby area. She held her map up in front of her face, crutinizing every detail and then looking up to make sure she saw that where she was. Everything seemed in place, except for the fact that where she was sitting should be the main office.

"I'm an idiot," she announced, rather loudly as well, rising angrily to her feet. She flipped the map on her notebook so that it was right side up, instead of upside down as she had been holding it for the past hour and a half. She stalked over to the main office, not bothering to let her foul mood show.

"Avery-Victoria Madeleine Gremfield," she recited, chewing her nails as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. The secretary handed her her schedule without a word and she hurried down the nearest hall, glaring at the map as if it was the source of all of her past and present troubles.

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Melody finally found the right number for her room. She pushed open the door excitedly, examining the room. It looked much like a traditional hotel room, with limited decor, and no personalization. She reached into her duffel bag as she set her guitar on the floor and immediately set to work.

She removed all of the artwork, stashing it in the bottom of her closet. The comforter went under the bed, replaced by a neon colored quilt and black sheets. Now, for the walls, she thought to herself, removing several cans of spray paint from her bottomless duffle bag. She uncapped the first color, painting her own mural on the bland white walls, forgetting that the door was wide open.

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Luca turned out of the office, heading towards the hall where his room should be. He paused briefly to switch his bag to the opposite shoulder, before setting off down the hallway, glancing up every so often to check the room numbers. He was also on the lookout for any other people, but so far he had only seen the two girls in the main lobby. A frown crept across his face as he realized he had walked right passed his room. He spun on his heel, headed down a few doors to room number 25.

{{OOC: RainRainGoAway; Echo is accepted. I will add her ASAP.
The Cat Did It; That's fine. :]
Adelle; Scarlett and Daphne are accepted. I'll add them to the front. It would be greatly appreciated if you could try roleplaying a guy character, but don't feel like you have to. We'll find someone who can help even things out. xP}}

[Hello.Kittay]

[ Thanks, I'm also going to add a guy character when I have time. That should probably be some time later today. ]

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{{OOC: Great! :] }}

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{{OOC: PLEASE NOTE!!

I updated the first post with a few more plot detail/special details. Not quite rules, but guidelines for where the plot can go, instead of it just being a normal, everyday boarding school roleplay.}}

[Banter.]

((I know that the genders aren't balanced, but I'm horrible at playing male characters as well. I may make one in the future if I can gather up enough inspiration for one. I hope this is alright ^_^'))

|Name|
Rory Lynn Smih-Ramirez.
((Smih being her British last name and Ramirez being a name she picked up in Mexico.))
|Nickname|
Always goes by Rory.
|Age|
Seventeen.
|Gender|
Female.
|Birthday|
December 12, 1994.
|Nationality|
She is from Mexico, but her parents are from Britain.
|Personality|
Rory herself and her style can be described as unique, but not exactly novel. She's not
loquacious, but not exactly quiet either.
Most of the time she prefers to speak only when spoken to,
though sometimes someone special will catch her eye and she'll
force herself to speak with them, risking looking stupid over losing
the chance to make a good friend. She keeps her opinions and ideas
to herself, afraid that others will find them to be daft.
She tends to not take up for herself and let people run over her.
In Mexico, her friends would always stand up for her, but she doesn't have them now.
It's pretty hard for her to go out and make friends, but she'd like
to make some. She is quite intelligent and tries her best in school,
but doesn't let it interfere with her social life.
Rory loves to laugh and tries to surround herself with those who understand her
and her sense of humor. She's quite the hopeless romantic, often
falling for the wrong guy. More often than not, she'll end up loving
the cute, funny guy, even though she's been burned in the past.
Her exes were all funny and nice on the outside, a jerk on the inside,
but she still continues to be a too-trusting person.
Though she has no real reason to be, Rory sometimes becomes
extremely depressive and angry. Her emotions change quickly,
and she tries to control them to the best of her ability,
but it's hard sometimes. She might yell at her friends
sometimes, but she doesn't actually mean what she says.
She also has some self-esteem issues most of the time,
despite what others might tell her.
|Likes and Dislikes|
-She loves animals, especially horses and dogs, and is hoping to be a veterinarian.
She used to work at an animal shelter in Mexico.
-Like most teens, Rory loves music. She listens to a variety of music,
but her favorite has to be acoustic.
She plays her two favorite instruments, the acoustic guitar and the piano.
-Rory enjoys reading more than almost anything, and has quite a collection of books.

-Rory hates it when she can't tell if someone is trying to joke with her or not.
-She can't stand stuck-up, rich people.
-She fears guns and spiders.
|Habits/Hobbies|
-She plays the acoustic guitar and the piano.
-Rory isn't really into sports, but she likes soccer and sometimes will play
a game of basketball with her friends.
-She has a horrible habit of chewing her nails.
|History|
Rory came from a very wealthy family in Britain. They weren't the richest people around,
but better off than most. Rory wasn't spoiled, but a sweet and humble child.
She had her fair share of clothing and toys, of course,
but she figured that everyone had basically the same sort of life.
Once she went into middle school, she was put into a private school
and learned how wealthy and poor people were separated in society,
but she never took any of it to heart. At age fourteen, she moved to Mexico with her mom.
She spent her first year there in a sort of depression, missing her life in Britain.
Once she finally grew used to the idea of a new life in Mexico, she started
to make friends. She grew inseparable bonds with them, but during the summer
of her tenth grade year, her mother decided that St. Ursula would be better for
Rory than Mexican schools.
|Crush|
Open.
|Boyfriend/Girlfriend|
None.
|Group Associated With|
Punk/Scene.
|Grade|
Eleventh.
|Other|
Having lived three years in Mexico, she's learned how to speak Spanish
and has picked up a heavy accent.

((Sorry for the messy form ^_^'))

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{{OOC: That's fine. :] Rory's accepted.I'm going to have to stop being so lenient, or we'll only ever have two guys. xP}}

[Banter.]

((I'm sorry! D: I'll try to think up of a personality for one x3))

Rory stepped from the charcoal-colored car, her yale blue eyes trained on the grandiose building looming ahead. Her breath caught in her throat. She just stood there for a while, staring at the building like an idiot. She couldn't move, hypnotized by the greatness of her new school, until the car behind her suddenly jerked into motion, almost running over her heels. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to cuss at the rude driver. Slowly, she walked up the path leading to the school, still not able to believe her eyes. Finally, she reached the large pair of doors. She paused, not wanting to go in yet. She felt as if she were a peasant trying to enter the king's castle. It felt completely wrong. Rory sucked in a great, big breath and pulled the wooden door back. She stepped inside the cool lobby, shivering, from both the cold and her nerves. She moved toward the office and stopped at the door, watching a boy with black hair walk away, stalling. Eventually, she gathered up her courage and followed a pink-haired girl into the office. She waited patiently as the other girl got her schedule, and then stepped up to the desk.
"Rory Smih-Ramirez," She stated quietly.
"Pardon me?" The secretary asked, a annoyance lacing her voice.
Rory sighed and said again, a bit louder, "Rory Smih-Ramirez."
She took her schedule from the secretary with a polite, "Thank you." Rory quickly left the office and moved down the nearest hallway, hoping it lead to her room. She searched and searched, but could not seem to navigate through the maze of hallways. She let out a long, soft sigh and leaned against a wall, her shoulders aching from the weight of her luggage.

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Having completed her spray paint mural, Melody sat down heavily on the bed to admire her handiwork. Not bad, she commended herself. Not bad at all. She looked around the room, marveling over how it looked nothing like the original, boring, hotel-like dorm room it had been when she entered. She tossed the empty cans into a corner and began to unpack her clothes.

Now, Melody didn't have a huge wardrobe, but she had quite a few items, to say the least. Soon enough, both her closet and drawers were filled to the brim. Briefly, she wondered how she had been able to fit everything into her bag. However, she pushed the thought aside, scooped up her guitar, and headed back down the hallway to go sit outside on the lawn.