Marigold High (Human/Non Human School RP)

[thatdragonboy]

((Ok, now I'm really working on Rymber's bio.))

[Kokonutkairi]

Lyric

I burst from the depths of the pool once Coach Jimenez signaled me to do so. I immediately zeroed in on the closest available towel and wrapped it around my body like I was going to die of hypothermia if I squandered just another millisecond. Which of course certainly felt plausible at the time. Seriously, would it hurt to install a heating system in the pool? It didn't help that the temperature out of the water was about sixty degrees. A brisk breeze nipped at my very core, threatening to snatch away the little body heat I had left with its spindly fingers. A shiver was emitted from my body, echoing as it extended throughout the rest of my physical being. That's when I spotted an unsteady rustle that couldn't possibly be produced by the thieving breeze.
An animal? I wondered, my senses ascending. I began to approach the location of the mysterious rustle cautiously. I snuck in a quick breath before proceeding onward. Preparing for the worst, I thrust the bush that hid the source of the sound aside, unveiling...
Nothing. Nothing stood before me except for the same plain old woods that dotted the entire northern section of Marigold High's expansive acreage. The trees were pretty much the liveliest things in this forest. "Idiot!" I scolded myself bitterly. I must be the most dull-sensed tigress in history! Of course, as soon as that thought crossed my mind, a redolence flooded my nostrils. The irony tang of blood overwhelmed my mouth, and my heart began to gallop. However, when I swiped my finger across the inside of my mouth, not a single drop of blood presented itself.
Dragon... My tiger side rasped. The beast within me that had been my burden as long as I could remember now fully intended to emerge--for the second day in a row! The tigress lusted after the dragon's blood. I knew if I didn't leave the forest immediately, my tiger form would harness my controlability completely. Fangs sprang out in my mouth that was an imaginary field of blood. Without a second thought, I sprinted for all I was worth towards the water/ice practice class, nearly bowling the angel girl over.
"Hi again!" I waved nervously, covering my mouth with my other hand. I probably looked like one strange redhead. I was trying my best to hide the fact that I had razor-edged tiger fangs peering out of my mouth and appear inconspicuous simultaneously. That tactic was almost certainly failing. I studied the girl's face, attempting to see if she had noticed anything... out of the ordinary.
I didn't even know her name, this girl with eyes that were a startling intense green. Yet, we were perfectly well-aware of each other's water powers. And I was fine with that. The tiger inside of me, however, was a different story.

[thatdragonboy]

((Wont be able to post for a while...))

[Kokonutkairi]

Spec

"Darn it! Lost again," I announced to no one in particular. Passels of people pushed past me. Some even came close to knocking me to the ground. I guess their sole mission in life was to rush to their classes or chat with their friends.
Friends... I thought yearningly. Wouldn't those be nice to have...
"Hey! Speculum!" I heard a familiar scratchy voice call out from behind a blockade of teenagers. Of course, I knew exactly who he was before he finally grasped the opportunity to emerge. After enduring many obstacles like rude people who were about as motile as lawn décor and avoiding flying desks, the loser leader from breakfast arrived in front of me. "Tough. Huff! Crowd! Huff!” He gasped, utterly out of breath. His gaggle of losers followed suit.
“I told you, Whitney--‘Spec’ is fine,” I reminded him, scratching the back of my neck nervously. “‘Speculum’ is too much of a mouthful.”
“Okay, Speculum.”
We proceeded cautiously through the halls, a motley crew of mini-snot factories. Counting me, there were now five losers. Four of us had immense, the-universe-is-so-microscopic-in-comparison crushes on the smartest, sexiest, most popular girls in the entire world of girls.
Trebor, on the other hand, hadn’t voiced is opinion on girls at all. Despite being nearly seven feet tall, his demeanor was that of a timid, shy little mouse. His immense, acne-infested face often blushed to a rose’s hue at the mere mention of “crushes.” The guy had his quirks, but didn’t we all? I mean, we were all practically shipwrecked into the loser squad. No one else would dare to take us in. Although, that popular girl at breakfast did say I was different...
No! I thought with conviction. She acted out of pity, and pity alone! That’s how it always is! Everyone pities the pathetic, minuscule excuse for a boy who is a failure to everybody and everything in his path. They will act interested at first, only to jettison you in the dust once something that’s actually worth their “valuable” time pops up. I bet that Amira, the love of my life, only selected me to be partners with her in organizing the dance because I was practically dripping with my poignance.
“Earth to Spec! Earth to Spec!” A loser called ‘Jed’ waved his hands over my face, jumping up and down. He was even shorter than me (that’s why he was jumping)! At five feet in height and the width of a pencil, Jed had a high-pitched voice that seemed to be influenced by helium. Everything always looked like it was sliding off of him because he was so tiny, like his perfectly square, ebony glasses and his uniform. He constantly had to readjust the way the outfit hung on him, to prevent the entire thing from slipping off of him altogether. Jed’s attire appeared to be particularly ruffled at the moment. It was probably from all that jumping. “Master Azrael told us we’re going to be late!” Jed yelled on a sky-rocketing high decibel, alternating between jumping and fixing his glasses and uniform.
‘Master Azrael’? Was he referring to the leader, Whitney? Well, I could see why he would rather be ‘Master Azrael’ than a stupid name like ‘Whitney’. Although, why was I talking? My name was Speculum, A.K.A ‘Spec’. I guess both of our parents had bad tastes in names.
“Quit spacing, Spec! The bell’s gonna ring!”
I soon found myself separated from the rest of the losers. They probably had to go to normal classes like math--boring! I, however, was opening the door to my new life--literally. Genuine happiness was emitted from my soul, for I entered none other than ‘Mind Practice” class.
((I wonder if this is actually like a real guy’s perspective...? Rymber? XD
Benjamin, should Spec share third period Mind Practice with Caroline? :3 <3 <3 <3
And fun fact: ‘Trebor’ is ‘Robert’ backwards. Since the nickname for ‘Robert’ is ‘Bob’, wouldn’t the nickname for ‘Trebor’ also be ‘Bob’ since it’s spelled the same backwards and forwards???))

Aeryn

Aeryn prolonged her soft-singing of Headlock until she reached her class of Algebra II. She loved to write, draw, and participate in physical activities, and was, in fact, gifted in these areas. Aeryn even carried around a notebook that she constantly drew and wrote in. The notebook was tattered and worn from many, many years of use, but that didn’t stop her.
As for math, Aeryn couldn't care less about meaningless numbers and equations. Since she was still intelligent, she was placed into the second-highest math class a tenth-grader could take--Algebra II.
Aeryn embraced her notebook, pressing it against her chest. With her tight grasp on it, she could feel the racing of her heart pulse through her notebook. She couldn’t stop thinking about him--Chris. He was still cozying up with Charity, no doubt, possibly making plans to elope. They didn’t want people like Aeryn interfering, right?
God, she wanted to wring that woman’s neck! If only she could feel it snap between her hands! But what then? Chris would certainly hate her for eternity, spoiling any chance of, of...
Why was she even swimming around in these thoughts anyways? Aeryn had never experienced anything like this before, whatever “this” was. And she could certainly see why. Aeryn’s head spun so much she had to stable it with her own two hands to prevent her from collapsing. She had to see Chris.
As fate would bestow it, she spotted him once she entered her math class. He mustn’t have been in the best of moods, for he had just punched a hole clear through the wall. Aeryn could see him through the now-gaping wall. Yes, he most certainly wasn’t in the best of moods. He snarled at the command of the wolf inside of him, and his fist was freshly-caked with the debris from the wall.
Teachers and students alike pursued him, the teachers doing so because Chris was obviously in trouble, and students because he was hot and/or wished to witness some more action.
Chasing after him, Aeryn screamed “Chris!” as loudly as she could manage. But alas, her voice was swallowed by Chris’s chaotic paparazzi. Aeryn reached out for him, his jacket nearly in her grasp. Instead, she received pants. Empty pants.
Aeryn slowly allowed her gaze shift to the pants, noticing with increasing alarm that she wasn’t clutching them in a very appropriate place.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Aeryn shrieked, immediately dropping Chris’s pants. Even before they hit the ground, fangirls of Chris snatched them up, squealing about how they now possessed Chris’s pants.
“Whatever,” Aeryn reverted back to her surly self, rolling her eyes under her shaggy bangs. She rounded on her heel, hood high, and marched back to class. Aeryn didn’t look back. But that didn’t mean she didn’t think back.

((Phew! There you go! It sure took long enough!))

[thatdragonboy]

((You people are all so violent! I love it!
And how would I know what a ... "loser"'s point of view is like. As for the rest... Missin some action, but it'll do.
Rymber's bein a pain and wont shut up. I'm gana have a hard time shifting througn all FOUR of my peolpe ideas.))

[~StarlightSombra~]

((Really..you say that rymber *Steps closer* You want to fight like that if you love being violent lol! ..But what about his love with Amira..and can you post..I can't post till you do.........I luvs u my dragonboy!!!!))

[~StarlightSombra~]

((This is LAWL!-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3bZsg5W60U))

[Bubbline.]

((Lolz nice :3 and was Aeryn holding the part of his pants that covers his.... oh my O_o...))

Chris

Chris lay on the beach thinking of Aeryn. His heart fluttered at the thought of her. Hearing the ring of her name echo throughout his mind. He knew what he had to do but was afraid to do it. He got to thinking about when he turned back human again. He would have to go find his clothes of course cause when he changes, everything falls off and the crowd had possibly devoured his clothes. He sighed knowing only Aeryn could help because obviously Chessy would ignore his thoughts. He picked himself up off of the beach sand and ran back to the school. Of course when he got back, His clothes were gone and he couldnt change because if he were to do that he would be in the nude... infront of everyone.~Its not like its happened before...~, He thought to himself. He ran around the school searching for Aeryn so she could possibly help him if he begged enough. Soon he found her in her class. He could do this along with other shadow spirit wolves. He sent out a message only to her saying ~Please help me Aeryn... my crazed fans took my clothes and i am left of asking you for help... Look outside the door... Its me Chris in wolf form...~. He sat there hoping she would look outside the door and see his pleading eyes for help. He just couldnt really turn top anyone else for help... all of he knew that he could partially trust was Aeryn and thats the only one.

Jade

Jade was practicing on the same dummy she went flip with when the teacher asked her to show her Jade's skills. She had her iPod turned up on high and she was focused on her music. With a few water balls thrown at its head full force she was going through her 8th dummy during this class."Look Chessiny you have got to take it easy on the practice dummies... We have five left! We have never had a student as powerful as you and they have never gone through more than 4 dummies within a week... We dont know what to think about having a strong water bender as you...", The teacher said with concern."Dont worry ill just practice on the wall... It wont do much harm...", Jade said with sarcasm in her outdrawn southern voice. She walked over towards the wall and was almost knocked over by the same girl she had kicked into the pond."Hey watch where you going!", Jade said kind of rude. Then she noticed she was covering her mouth."Why you covering your mouth like that?", Jade asked curiously. Even though she felt like she was afraid to know.

[thatdragonboy]

((Here is Rymber's new ... basicly done bio.))

Username- thatdragonboy
Name- Rymber Drake Skublaka
Nicknames- Rymber, Scales (only close friends)
Gender- Male; Male
Age- 16
Grade- Freshman/9th

Appearance – Human
Light blond hair, rustic red eyes, and pale skin. Usually wears school clothes, but sometimes wears his “change clothes” when he’s in the mood.


Appearance – Dragon
Large and muscular. Size of a truck. Scales are a rough gold. Got two horns between his ears on his crest and pointy ‘griff.’ He has four digits on each od his sii and saa. (dispite pic)


Personality- Rymber can be shy and innocent when he’s not given a reason to be otherwise. If he gets sad or upset, he closes off and leaves a dull and heartless shell. If he becomes mad, well … he can kind of loose himself. When in full dragon, nothing scares him, nothing makes him sad, and he will fight if threatened. In human, he tends to be a loner and stays to the shadows. He still is getting used to the whole “human body” thing.
History- Nothing is remembered before second grade. In third grade, he got mad and that school’s not there anymore. In forth grade, his sister disappeared and he searched everywhere he could for her. But he could only find a ring that she had always worn form their Mom. As he reached high school, his adopted family recommended he go to Marigold for his own safety. (There’s much more. Find out later.)
Species- DRAGON
Powers- He can transform into a human and all forms in between, though it pains him. He can manipulate fire or his own flames. In dragon – scales blend in with surroundings and senses changes of thought in the area.
Weapons- Himself
Family- Was adopted. Barely remembers anything about real parents.
Siblings- Younger sister; doesn’t know where she is.
Likes- Fire, flying, peace, a full belly, metal (especially gold)
Strengths- Can fly long distances, scales protect him from … a lot, pain invigorates him
Skills- Can pick up new things very fast,
Dislikes- Insults, not being strong enough, being open to others, tight spaces
Weakness- Goes insane when mad, in full human form, can’t spit fire yet (hint hint)
Flaws- Is in pain when only partially transformed, got a soft spot (not telling)
Favorite Quote- “Let them hate, but so long as they fear…” – Someone of power.
Theme song- Apex Predator & Heart of Courage – on YouTube.com
Crush- TBD
Love- TBD
Dorm- 1
Pets- None
Other- Find out!

[~StarlightSombra~]

~Amira~

Something stirred in my heart as he held me in his arms. I looked up at him happily, "Rymber....I.." I was at lost for words looking up at his eyes. Thier rustic red color something in them draws me closer...Blood... I blinked to get that thought out of my head. Blood reminded me too much of what happened when I was first learning my powers and the day my two favorite wolfs died...Scar and Skye.... "Rymber.." I tried agian but ended up got lost in words agian..I looked away shyly..trying to hide my rushing heart. "Let's head back..maybe I can play something for you on my piano..how does that sound?" I said thinking up of something to say.. but I wan't to say I love you so bad but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.