~Marigold High~(Invite only)

[~hope Mikaelson~]

Ash
I sat there and fall asleep.than all of a sudden I can hear music playing. And I jumped up and said who's playing that music? Than I got up and follow the sound and I ended bye a doom room and I knock on the door and lelled the open the door.

[~hope Mikaelson~]

Picture and Description

Picture:http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/32500000/Donna-Noble-The-most-important-woman-in-the-universe-doctor-whos-companions-32571383-410-308.png
She has blue eyes and black hair.
Character's name: Skyler Smith.

Personal Information

What is your full name? Skyler Smith
What is your age? 16
What is your grade? 10
What is your birthdate? 4-1-90
What are you? Time Lord.
Do you have anymore details? sHe can regenerate.

Body Information

What is your description? Blue eyes and black hair. SHe is quite handsome.
How tall are you? 5'7
How much do you weigh? 150 pounds.
Hair color? Black.
Piercings or tattoos? None.
Eye color? Blue
And deflections? None. (But she can change into another body when she is dying.)
Anything else? None.
Personality Information

Personality?Skyler is sad and sometimes she loves to find a tardis. But she can't because he is not old enough to have one.
History? sHe was born on Time Lord Island and the daleks * came and desered* their home. He was adopted and he knows that she is a Time Lord because he regenerated twice.
Likes? Food, singing, and saving the world. And finding another time lord like her.
Dislikes? people being mean to us power people
Other information

Theme song? None.
Favorite song? None.
Crush? Open.
Bf/gf? Open.

[Shoooter115]

Shooter: i can't im sorry... whenever the time comes ill come back His voices seems sad although loud and clear.
Cal: *takes a step into the dimly lit dorm room* great

[thatdragonboy]

Rymber

After the deer was gone, only a few mouthfuls, I stayed settled in a small, dimly-lit clearing and enjoyed the cleansing rain. With too much to think about, I blocked it all out and focused on the world around me. I could just barely make out the outline of the stone castle of a school far on the horizon. The trees covered most of this part of the forest and after a few minutes, small birds started their songs up again. Sister. The thought tore through my mind like spark on gunpowder. I hadn't seen her in about eight years by now, but she still haunted my dreams. The happy memories of our past times playing cloak-and-seek and climb-the-roof stung. I pounded the ground with tail to relieve some pain and grinned as I heard the angry chatter of the birds flying away. After stretching my sleepy wing-muscles, I took off again for school. The storm looked as if to end soon. I best not be late for these silly classes. I don't want to live in that reched cave at Rowshoar again. After a few more wing beats, I was gliding along the heavy storm winds back to Marigold.

[emma-gilbert]

Tom
I was in class wen music was playing. I got up and want to my room to lay down.

[Kokonutkairi]

((Here's where I last posted for Lyric: viewtopic.php?f=28&t=583781&start=520

This post looks so intimidating and long ^ ^' but it's just because I used spacing in between paragraphs ))

Lyric

"Lyric..." The red-eyed boy said soundly as he recomposed himself. Apparently, I wasn't the only one being struck with the sense of familiarity.

"You...you're..." I was finding it difficult to summon the right words.

But the castle-like school had already swallowed the kid up before I even fully processed that he had helped me to my feet again.

In reality, I simply stood there for mere, fleeting heartbeats, as if I were caught in a photograph. However, the amount of thoughts and memories bombarding my brain totaled up to hours, spanned years, and transported me to a place very, very far from the ground in which I was planted. Again and again, he filled my every glimpse, all the glances I risked to look at that boy from the alleyway. Everyone else had despised him--no, they hadn't even noticed. But I did while others looked on, consumed in their own lives. I was the one who spotted that boy in the alleyway.

And he never left me really, even after all this time had escaped us. It had always struck me how fortunate and blissful and oblivious my rich (ex-) friends and I were, while this boy didn't have much more than rats in that stygian alleyway for company (or for food--gross!). Where I probably would have grown up to the equivalent of the spoiled Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory otherwise, I was humbled into gratefulness for all that I had. I was an only child who was showered with gifts from the courtesy of Fasionista Mom and Doctor Dad. And it just didn't seem fair that while I relaxed in my luxurious abode, he didn't even have an "abode" to live in!

Ever since I saw that boy, that boy with hair that was darker than the dank dump he had lived in, I had wanted to do something to help him. But I never did. To be able to stand up for a single stranger in need required courage that I did not have. I was such a coward, afraid that I would be outcasted from my "friends" if I had offered the boy a hand (look where that logic got me).

Instead of aiding him in getting back on his feet, I had pushed him to the ground--literally.

That's it! My conscience snapped. You need to stop being so obsessed with what everyone thinks and apologize to him! Yes! My eyes narrowed, not with the appearance of an angry Aeryn, but the determination of a strong, capable woman. I demanded, Go tell him you're sorry! And that was what it took.

I had barely escaped the maze of my mind when I spotted a silhouette soaring against the sun and sky--a silhouette in the shape of a dragon. My tiger blood curdled at its scent alone, desiring nothing more than to devour it to its last scale. I suppressed this terrifying urge by sprinting promptly into the haven of school.

* * * *

Caught in the middle of the class-change crowd, I failed in finding that boy. Of course, I just blamed the fact that I lost him on the magnitude of students. With nothing but my fading courage, I had really chickened out. I know, so lame, but that's the truth.

Besides, I attempted to save face. I really can't be late for my next class, which is... I glanced at my schedule. ...Algebra 2!

Hmm. Well, math wasn't exactly the most exciting subject out there, nor my strongest suit for that matter (I shuddered at the memory of barely scrapping by in geometry), but it was just algebra, so it couldn't be that bad, right?

As wrestled through the throng of people, trying to decide whether I would meet certain death or not in this "algebra 2", a certain flyer on the wall caught my eye. And this wasn't just any ol' flyer. It was a flyer descended from Heaven (at least in my eyes it was)! For it read:

Are you having trouble adjusting to this school? Do you want to get your feet wet at Marigold? Or are you ready for more? Then meet us by the pool Friday, September 3, and you might just get a little more than your feet wet! It's not too late to be a part of Marigold's swim team!

And that was all it said, at least in English. With the help of colossal paper and microscopic print, there read (what I'm guessing was) the news replicated in French, Spanish, various Asian languages (I could read a pinch of the Chinese and Japanese there from bargaining in China Town and watching too much anime and Vocaloid videos), and numerous others I couldn't put a finger on. There were a few even that I was positively sure I had never seen before, which probably meant they weren't from a country or a group of people known most of the human population.

Brushing this mystifying and totally weird observation aside, I pressed onward to my third period class. I hummed in content as I envisioned pwning some landlubbers tomorrow! Sure, I had been disappointed, maybe even a bit depressed when I found I had been arrived at Marigold High too late to try out for the cheerleading team. However, swimming was my domain! I was practically an aquatic creature back in New York, even when the plummeted temperatures put me in a shivering fit. They haven't seen anything until the moment I dive into that pool!

My vigorous zeal was only briefly intervened by music reverberating in the air, despite how faraway it must have been.

Hadn’t he loved music too?

((Please excuse the atrocious writing DX I’m still trying to get back in the groove for roleplaying Lyric. However, I meant to write kind of erratically for her, since that’s how she thinks; she can be sad one moment and totally happy the next (as demonstrated in this post)

I’ll post for Spec and Steven later (I actually have a good idea for Steven!! ))

[~hope Mikaelson~]

Ok I'm about to post for caliyn)
Caliyn
I need to get out of The bathroom to my silf. To spec can you help me and don't say The w word!

[Daisuke_Shugo1]

Blaze
I shut out the outside world, too involved in my music. Not even the banging on the door made me turn the music down. And I was not leaving this room until I needed, which looked to be for only lunch. I side tracked into my CD and sat on the bed. There was that girl again, the one who only just noticed me back in my life like that. Did she go here and if not why is she here?
It wasn't too terribly long ago I was in New York getting to my first class late as usual that the teacher only sighed. I had sat in the back like normal and just sat there. This group of people were talking and I barely made the noises out from the muffling effect my hat caused, which seemed a little tight at the moment. They kept boasting how they used her and how she was pathetic, but her name stood out from the jumble of words... Lyric. I got up and just sent some inner rage of mine into beating the living life out of each person in the group, I think I almost killed one had it not been for the intercom blaring then. "Blaze Tokayuma to the principle's office!" Things went fast from there from getting a plane ticket from some unknown source and flying here. It all was just a blur.
So here I was sitting and blaring music in a room with a bed for the first time, and my hat is still too tight. 'Don't take it off or you can risk it all,' I kept saying to myself as time went on in that room on the comfortable bed as I drifted into oblivion.

[E'jira]

♫ Ejira Galenorth♫

|•Personal Information•|
|•What is your full name?•|
Ejira Firence Lasair Galenorth, tell you the truth, I adopted the last one 2 years ago.
|•What is your age?•|
17, mentally. My being, in actuality, has been existent for thousands of years.
|•What is your gender?•|
Female...
|•What is your birth date?•|
Nonexistant
|•What are you?•|
Nightbeast
|•Do you have any more details?•|
A Nightbeast is a being much like a Nightmare, except 'Nightbeast' is a more general classification. The 'mare' part means they can only transform into a horse. {{Only females can be Nightmares.}} Nightbeast can change into anything. Anything. Their normal form is that of a formless mist.

|•Body Information•|
|•What is your description?•|
Ejira is tall, slim, and slightly muscular. Her semi-sharp features give her a dangerous appearance. Her autumn red hair flows to her waist and is usually tied back. She appears almost grown, her eyes showing a glimmer of what she learned before her 'Debut'. Fine complexion with a tint of gold on her smooth skin. She's got pointed ears that she shows openly.
|•How tall are you?•|
6' 5"
|•How much do you weigh?•|
183 lbs
|•What color is your hair?•|
Deep Red.
|•What color are your eyes?•|
Gold...Most of the time.
|•Do you have any piercings or tattoos?•|
Tribal tattoos that cover most of her torso and some of her legs. They represent all forms she can shift into.
Mare - Left Shoulder, Back
Hawk - Right Shoulder, Back
Dragon - Right Breast, down to Hip.
And Then Some...
|•Any deflections?•|
A Few.
|•Anything else?•|
N//A

|•Personality Information•|
|•What is your personality?•|
Ejira, because of her abilities, is very distant from people.She's hesitant to enter into any relationships and will avoid as much contact with people as possible. Because of this, she's very slow to trust but once she does, she's very loyal. She protects her friends, never letting them down. Slow to angry and even slower to go back to a peaceful mood. Otherwise, she's quite pleasant to be around.
|•What is your history?•|
Ejira existed long before this event, the one that evolved her to be fully independent of human thought. She was born of a child's first bad dream but evolved fully, unlike others. Her 'childhood' was spent being picked on by other nightmares, hence her distant behavior. She would escape and watch humans go about their business. Her favorite person to watch was the child who had created her. This wasn't abnormal for nightmares because if the child stopped being afraid of nightmares before the beast was fully evolved, the nightmare would simply vanish and never exist. She was nameless at the time of the incident. The little girl whom Ejira would watch had a terrible step father. He would beat her, call her names, starve her... The nightmare just couldn't take it. One night, when the man decided to raise his fist against the child, Ejira appeared in the shape of a full grown woman, arms outstretched, blocking the past to the girl. 'Leave her alone.' she had said, eyes showing angry thoughts. He had thrown the punch and, upon hitting Era, was thrown into a frenzy of all sorts of bad things. Ejira had placed herself in his mind, frightening him, making his organs overload and his heart beat so fast it exploded. She had received a hug and a thanks from the girl who, after the nightmare had saved her, named her Ejira. The girl lived to be 91. It's been 17 years since the girl died, the tragedy of her death forcing Ejira to evolve.
|•What do you like?•|
Tea.
Shadows
Sleeping People
Aloneness
The Night
The Moon
Stars
|•What do you dislike?•|
People trying to get close
Bullies, not that they bully her, it's had to bully someone that can overload your brain.
Burnt Things
Giving nightmares
Wasting Energy

|•Other Information•|
|•What is your Theme song? •|
Artie Shaw - Nightmare
Harlem Nocturne - Les Brown
|•What is your favorite Quote?•|
"Night is my mother, Stars are my sisters, and the Moon is my lover." ~ Personal Quote.
|•Who is your crush?•|
N//A
|•Who is your boyfriend/girlfriend?•|
N//A

[thatdragonboy]

((Nice idea! I never would have thought of a night-rr-umm-beast. XD
here's the chat sight. Its kinda filled with random stuff, but it'll keep ya up to date and let you practice rping your charrie occ
viewtopic.php?f=28&t=583781))