Nexus Academy (Sci-Fi/Highschool) OPEN

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: ...bump? ;^; ))

[Clavicle]

((welp))

[Tyrannia]

OOC: Okay, my ingenious speech is holding the Roleplay back. Bleh. So! We'll just time skip and have them settle into their dorm rooms. Go back to the first post, and go down to the list of students to find your dorm number.

The Dorms are fairly big, with enough room for two beds to fit in comfortably, two large desks, while still having room for some good sized drawers. In case of overcrowding, there is a trundle bed in each room. The addition of a third roommate will crowd things a little, but not too much. The decorations are dark to begin with, with deep blue bedding and wallpaper, and typically a potted plant but a student is welcomed to decorate their space as long as it doesn't do damage. That's pretty much it.

By this time, your character will have received his or her translator. In most cases, this looks like a little circle of plastic that they stick on their head, in others in some sort of special chip. The main point is, you can understand the others now. Alright now, let the fun begin.

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Selene

"J-9, Jenna, Morgan Knight, and Andalyn Cosmatos this will be your dorm room." Selene spoke quickly, already bored with the grand tour. "Sorry, we have to stick three of you in here, but, hey! You're tough. You'll manage." At least, she hoped they would. The last thing she needed was group of whining teenagers. She shook her head, trying to stay calm. Her temper seemed to be acting up, perhaps she should see Flint about it. "You'll have a hour to settle in before the lunch bell rings. If for some reason you need me before then, my office is on the ground floor. Have fun." She closed the door, leaving the girls on their own.

Selene repeated this several times, getting shorter with every group of students. Most of them took it in stride, some of the older students even teased her about getting old and cranky. These, got a well-earned wack. "Ashlii Davis, and.... Strawberry." She flinched. Like most of her race, she hated sweet fruit. She certainly hoped that the young android wouldn't live up to her name. "This is your dorm room. J-15, don't get lost. You know the rest. Bye." She turned sharply to the other students, starting to hyperventilate. She needed to get this over with before she hurt someone.
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Morgan Knight
Morgan eyed her two roommates curiously. They were both a bit older then her, but she wasn't about to let that intimidate her. She grinned in what she thought was a friendly manner and gave her salute, once again deciding it was the safest option. "Hey, I am Morgan." She began chatting. "You can call me Morg, Morgie, anything but freckles or spot." She looked around, still smiling. "Soooo, dibs on the window desk?"

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Boy's Dorm --- Mr Griffin

Griff loved his job. He loved working with the kids, he loved the excitement of time-travel, and most of all, he loved knowing the techno-babble that made everyone else go "whu?". Now, with the new term starting, there were just that many more young minds to baffle! Err... teach. Teach and watch grow. Yeah. He paused in the doorway, listening as Fal-lon bored the poor boys into a stupor before walking in with a crooked grin on his face.
"Alright Fally, I'll take it from here." He said brightly. The Rotas turned sharply.
"First of all, I, as you well know, object to the insipid nicknames you seem to be so fond of. Second, leaving you in charge of the students would not only be improper, but idiotic. And I am hardly an idiot."
"Fal-lon..." Griffin whined mockingly. "Don't talk down to me in front of the K-I-D-S's."
Fal-lon blinked at his co-worker for a full five seconds. "That is redundant, and they can spell."
"And so can I! We're twins!"
"I don't believe this.." Fal-lon rubbed a tentacle along his umbrella. "Griffin, this unprofessional behavior must..."
"Would Fal-lon please report to Headmistress' office." A tinny voice crackled. You'd that a space station suspended in a space that shouldn't even exist would have a better intercom system, but there you go. Fal-lon scowled as Griff looked at him hopefully.
"Very well, you are in charge."
"Yes!" He said loudly as he ran over to the students. "Hello, I am Griff, I am incredibly good at what I do. Any questions? No? Good! Now, lets see who goes with who..."

In time, all the students got into their quarters. Griff was exhausted, but happy, as he greeted a suspicious Fal-lon with a grin that was perhaps a few inches too wide.
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OOC: Sorry people who played boys, I got lazy. To find out who your roommate is, please see the first page and check the students section.

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: This looks fun! Thanks for accepting me. :3 ))

- andalyn -

Andalyn tagged quietly behind the group of female students, not really one to talk much or interact. However, she looked anything but bored or sad - she had a bounce in her step, and her smile was happy and charming. When she was told which dorm she was in - as well as what students she was with - she simply followed them into the room, beaming as she looked around. She stood obediently as the teacher spoke, but as soon as she left, Andalyn was skimming things over like a crime scene investigator. Occasionally, when she found something fascinating, a narrow line of green light scanned over it from her eyes, then she would grin and scamper off to something else.

Andalyn had barely heard the girl speak through the words and information buzzing about in her robotic noggin. Tilting her head curiously, she looked to the girl, mirroring her smile. "I'm Andalyn! You can call me Andy, or Android. I like being called Android, but Gynoid is actually my proper species title, since I look female...sorry. I also tend to babble. Uhm...sure. I'll take the trundle, too, since I don't really need a good night's sleep." Though it was unnecessary, Andalyn took a deep breath, moving toward one of the large beds. Tugging at the smaller bed tucked under it, she sat on it, looking at the other girls with a friendly smile. "I'll try not to get up in the middle of the night and disturb you guys, but it might happen. Oh, and if you see me walking around with robotic arms, don't freak out - sometimes I overheat." Laughing softly, she looked the two girls over, tilting her head in curiousity. Her lowest set of arms rested palm-down on the bed, while the other pair were crossed. "So...where did you two come from?"

[ZebraButt]

Selene

"J-9, Jenna, Morgan Knight, and Andalyn Cosmatos this will be your dorm room." Selene spoke quickly, already bored with the grand tour. "Sorry, we have to stick three of you in here, but, hey! You're tough. You'll manage." At least, she hoped they would. The last thing she needed was group of whining teenagers. She shook her head, trying to stay calm. Her temper seemed to be acting up, perhaps she should see Flint about it. "You'll have a hour to settle in before the lunch bell rings. If for some reason you need me before then, my office is on the ground floor. Have fun." She closed the door, leaving the girls on their own.

"Well as long as no one messes with my stuff, i guess i will try to not fight. and at no cost, ever take my mp3, inless you have a deathwish," she said questioningly, and a little sarcastic. "and don't worry, my parents told me to keep my composer, so, as long as you be nice to me i will try my best to be nice to you, but seeing i am a senstra, a very violent race, please excuse me if i yell at you." Jenna said looking more at Andalyn, she had seen the Gynoid when she walked in, thinking she might make at least one friend.

[kitten;]

Charlie gritted his teeth as his roommates started up a conversation... again. How many useless topics could one find to talk about?
He had been shoved into a room with two aliens--he didn’t even know what they even resembled-- and the two had started a huge conversation, leaving him out, as usual. He had just sighed, and shuffled silently to his bed, sitting cross-legged and facing the wall; he could almost see a hole boring into it from his intensive stare. Usually he wasn't so angry, but he had just gotten to interacting with the Fauna when the headmistress decided to bring everything to order, and separate them into rooms. His mother had insisted he study human interaction once; she had said it was for his own good, and now he knew he should've actually read the articles she had found for him. He found interaction between intelligent beings interesting, but not enough to waste a week’s worth of reading on it. Shrugging slightly to himself, he made a mental note to ask an authority-- preferably, the headmistress-- if he could switch rooms. This selection for roommates was obviously hastened or careless and he just hoped they would stop talking soon.

[ZebraButt]

Charlie gritted his teeth as his roommates started up a conversation... again. How many useless topics could one find to talk about?
He had been shoved into a room with two aliens--he didn’t even know what they even resembled-- and the two had started a huge conversation, leaving him out, as usual. He had just sighed, and shuffled silently to his bed, sitting cross-legged and facing the wall; he could almost see a hole boring into it from his intensive stare. Usually he wasn't so angry, but he had just gotten to interacting with the Fauna when the headmistress decided to bring everything to order, and separate them into rooms. His mother had insisted he study human interaction once; she had said it was for his own good, and now he knew he should've actually read the articles she had found for him. He found interaction between intelligent beings interesting, but not enough to waste a week’s worth of reading on it. Shrugging slightly to himself, he made a mental note to ask an authority-- preferably, the headmistress-- if he could switch rooms. This selection for roommates was obviously hastened or careless and he just hoped they would stop talking soon.

"Hey, you got a name, or do you prefer for me not to know?" Jenna said, that questioning look on her face, she didn't know anything about this person and almost felt threatened by her presence, but she managed to suppress her instincts and talk calmly,to be honest she didn't even know how she managed to suppress her instincts.

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: ...who was that directed to? Charlie isn't with the three girls in their dorm... x3 ))

[kitten;]

(( OOC: ...who was that directed to? Charlie isn't with the three girls in their dorm... x3 ))

{{ Oops, sorry. I though that would cause some confusion... but anyway. They're NPCs. }}

[thekraken]

Name: Drocell Keinz

Age: Unknown. Drocell appears to be a young male but even he doesn't know his age. He doesn't seem to physically age either.

Type: Basic type
Species: Living doll
Appearance: Drocell's skin is pale and unflawed. It is not white, simply a pale peach colour. His face is well proportioned and as the rest of his body, seems to have no flaws, almost like a doll.
His eyes are a dull and lifeless lavender colour, seeming shadowed under the dark cast by the rim of his hat. On the top eyelid, is a lilac colour, though it is not makeup and will not come off. It seems painted on and, at the bottom of his eyes, it fades into a dark blue. On his right cheekbone is the Fluer de Lise in blue. Once again, it seems painted.
His hair is orange, going above his eyes in a slightly choppy way. They extend into long side parts that go to just above his chin level. The rest of his hair is about the same length, and seems slightly choppy.
He wears a black top-hat with a red ribbon tied around it, two raven feathers atatched also.
His jacket is a royal blue, with fastenings that are golden, a red rim running around it. Ithas tails at the back. it is much like that of a circus ring leader. Underneath is a white dress shirt.
He wears black pants that show his black and white striped socks. His shoes are also like that of a ring-leader, going to a few inches below his knee, and a polished black colour.

Personality: Drocell may origionally come off as a cruel man with sadistic tendencies. However, that is not true. It has been revealed by Shinigami Grell Sutcliff, that his soul was stolen by a Shinigami around five years ago.
However, after his body was reanimated, he became very loyal to who he sees as his master. He would do anything that his master orders him to, no matter what the cost of that may be.
Drocell rarely shows emotion, as he never understands when he feels it. Something he never shows is pain, as it seems to most that he cannot feel it.
He seems unaware that his body has been reanimated with a temporary soul and stuffed with straw. He is also unaware that he is no longer actually alive, and tries to mitigate by reasoning things out.
He has a tendency to describe people as the materials he would use to make them into a doll.

History: Drocell was once a puppeteer for the Mandalya family. They weren't his family by blood, but they were the closest thing to a real family he had. His mother had her soul eaten by a demon who she had contracted with, and his father died of grief soon after, leaving Drocell alone to be taken in my the Mandalay's.
However, the Duke died. His wife was distraught, and the children too. It came to an extent where Drocell couldn't cheer them up with his dolls anymore, which confused and saddened him greatly.
His soul was siezed by a Shinigami, which excuses his dislike towards Grell and other death gods. However, his body was reanimated with a temporary soul.


Name: Grell Sutcliff

Age: Grell will never state his age, saying that it is rude to ask a 'lady' such things. However, he seems to be somewhere in his late teens. However, he has lived for centuries.

Type: Basic

Species: Shinigami

Appearance: Grell initially appears as a meek looking man with long brown hair, tied back with a red ribbon, golden yellowish green eyes like most Reapers, and round glasses. He dresses in simple, mostly brown clothes to match his seemingly shy personality.
However, this is not his true appearance.
In his Reaper form, he has long red hair, golden yellowish green eyes, false eyelashes, shark-like teeth, and red-framed glasses, which are accessorized with a neck chain adorned with skulls. He also wears a suit like other Shinigami that includes gloves and a tie, high-heeled ankle boots, and a red coat he took from Angelina's corpse, which he slings off his shoulders and wears around his elbows. Occasionally, his tie is replaced with a red-striped bow. He is slender and 5'6" tall.

Personality: Grell, in disguise, appears to be a meek and shy man who is akward and fairly inefficient as his cover as a butler, ruining even simple things like making tea and driving a carriage. However, that is all a disguise meant to keep him out of suspicions from those not worthy of seeing his true form.
He is really an over the top flamboyant man, with a tendency to use female nouns when describing himself. He ofte puts things into the context of theatre, reffering to his infatuations as Romeo and Juliet and the likes. He often gets infatuated with random males and will not take no for an answer until he gets what he wants. Infact, he will often eliminate any competition for those males by giving the competition in question a chance encounter with his chainsaw.
Grell's favourite colour is red and, whilst int he human world, he will paint women whom he deems ugly with their pretty red blood. He was the source of the Jack the Ripper murders. He states that regular women are not fit to wear the colour red.
Grell often empathises with woman unable to have children of their own, as he too wishes that he could give birth, but is unable to since he is a man.
He has two distinct personalities; Most of the time he is cheerful, if somewhat sadistic, with a playful flirtatious quality, and is usually seen whining about how unfair certain things are or flirting with those he deems attractive.
However, at any given time, he can switch to a frightening and bloodthirsty persona who will do anythign for the desired results.
He seems apathetic that those he finds attractive often don't return his affections, and continues to flirt anyway.

History: Grell was once under a butler cover for a human named Angelina Durless (Madam Red). He did this because he empathised with her being unable to have a child. He, too, wishes to be able to ive birth. However, that is impossible since he is a man.
When she started the Jack the Ripper murders, he followed her around and assisted her with them, agreeing with her that all the women killed were disgusting for taking an innocent life. However, after Madam Red refused to kill a certain person, Grell lost interest in her and killed her with his beloved death-scythe. He claimed he had no use for her if she was just another woman.
He was dragged away by William T. Spears, his supervisor, who had just about enough of Grell's constant antics. Grell's punishment was to be sent to a school.