Iʀɪsᴡᴇʟʟ Aᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ|sᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛ|Oᴘᴇɴ

[Shaggs]

Brand new Sperry's hit the hot asphalt with a smack. Rosalie turned towards the black Chevy Tahoe had that deposited herself and her brother to this new school. Everything was new here, really. The kids, the school, even the curriculum was different. Quickly her parents exited the car, enveloping their children in tight hugs. Rosalie, herself, bit her lip to keep from crying. It was a happy day, but Rosalie had never been too far from her parents. From her mother's intellectual advice or her father's loving embraces. Now they would be many miles away. After her parents were finished with herself, they moved onto Roman which gave Rosalie time to compose herself. If she broke down now, her parents would think she wasn't fit for this Academy. Rosalie had worked too hard to even be accepted here, to just be pulled out like that.
When all was said and done, Rosalie's parents gave herself and her brother their luggage and hopped in the car. With tears brimming on the edge of her golden orbs, Rosalie waved good-bye to her comfort zone. A small sigh was emitted from the girl when the Tahoe pulled around a bend and out of sight. As they say, out of sight out of mind. "Well I suppose we should get to our dorm rooms," Rosalie's thick southern accent sighed. Excitement as well as curiosity laced her tone. With amusement dancing in her eyes, Rosalie gave her brother one final glance and a peck on his cheek, Rosalie trudged towards the girl's dorms. From there Rosalie pulled a deep green piece of paper, that included her room number, room mate and so on and so forth.

Roman was not as emotional as his sister was. Girl problems, the boy thought dejectedly. IT was sad to see his parents go, yes, but Roman was more excited to meet all the people. See all the sights and to live by himself-for the most part. Rosalie turned and gave him a kiss before prancing off with a new skip in her step. A masculine smile caressed Roman's features at the girl. Brotherly affection, as most would call it. "See ya Rosie! Don't make me beat up any boys!" The boy called after the retreating figure of his sibling. That earned him a laugh. Roman shook his head lightly, before turning towards the boy dormitories. Any boy that set his sights on Rosalie would earn a serious pounding from Roman.
Roman had already memorized his dorm room number, so there was no need to pull out the paper that was currently crumpled up somewhere in between his socks and shirts. Roman quickly found the dorm that he would claim as his, before opening the door. As of now no one had occupated the space, meaning his roommate was not yet here. A small chuckle passed Roman's lips before he threw his various bag on top of the bed nonchalantly.

[Oboe C.]

Abbi B. Green
|nervous...scared...anxious|

Abbi carefully walked down the hall, her hand on the wall, gently tapping the cane in front of her, low to the ground. She passed another door, then stopped. Abbi leaned her cane against the wall and wiped her sweaty hands on her pants, if she didn't, the cane would probably slip from her hands. Then she heard the cane fall down. Abbi blushed. She crouched down and felt blindly for her cane. She grabbed it and quickly straightened, and continued walking to the door.

[red fox.]

full name: Catalina Wu
nickname: Cat, Lina
age: 15
birthdate: October 31st, 1998
grade: 10th/sophomore
favorite color: Purple

~

grades: Overall excellent
classes: Advanced (AP Chinese Language and Culture, Honors Art History, AP Calculus, Honors English Literature and Composition, AP Chemistry, Honors World History)
chosen college(s): Looking into Harvard, Stanford, Yale, IT, others

~

hair: Currently black with ombre'd ends, sometimes she'll dye it
eyes: Huge brown eyes with little gold flecks
skin: Yellow-tinged tan typical of her Chinese heritage
body: Very thin; Catalina's never been able to gain much weight, though she loves to eat and try new foods.
height: 5' 3.5"
weight: 98 lbs
tattoos: Tiny heart on her left ankle, plans to get a few more.
piercings: None

~

Likes:
-Movies
-Art
-Fun
-Fashion
-Boys
-Travel
-Learning about different cultures
-Trying new things
-Boarding school

Dislikes:
-Being restricted in her creativity
-Being home
-Cold

nationality: 100% Chinese
sexuality: Mostly straight, maybe a little bi-curious
background: Rich girl from a rich family.

~

personality: Catalina's bubbly and playful, and she loves loves loves art and fashion. Her creativity knows no bounds, and she can create some truly beautiful things when given the opportunity. Cat is also extremely intelligent, taking all Honors and AP courses. She's willing to work for what she wants, even if it means chipping a perfectly manicured nail or two. Though sometimes her heavy load of schoolwork stresses her out, she also knows when to kick back and have fun. Watching movies with her friends is one of her favorite pastimes, besides painting and shopping, of course! Lina also tends to be Miss Popular, considering her friendliness and happy-go-lucky attitude. However, she is sometimes resented because of her perfect grades and rich-girl lifestyle.
history: Catalina was raised with many old Chinese traditions, customs, and ideas, as her family is 100% Chinese and very proud. Her father and mother are both extremely busy and successful workers, one a CEO and the other director of marketing for a major company. Growing up, Cat didn't see them much, and was much closer to her grandmother, who raised her for the most part. The girl didn't resent any of this until about twelve, when she made her intentions - to be either an artist or fashion designer - clear. Her father immediately said no, and her mother backed him up. Catalina was furious, but with no way to change their minds, she planned to get out of the house as soon as possible, soon ending up at boarding school, switching around a bit until ending up here.

~

best friend: None yet, though she's had a lot at other schools.
crush: None
boyfriend/girlfriend: None
other: She speaks Mandarin Chinese and French fluently, has a basic knowledge of Latin.

name: Colby Roanoak
nickname: Cole
age: 14
birthdate: March 30th, 1999
grade: Freshman
favorite color: Royal blue.

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grades: Generally good
classes: Mostly regular, a few Honors.
chosen college(s): None, he hasn't even thought about college yet.

hair: Medium length brunette hair with red streaks and darker brown ones near roots.
eyes: Bright blue eyes that lighten slightly in the center.
skin: Very pale, Cole has never been able to tan his skin, but on the bright side he rarely gets sunburn.
body: Cole is insecure with how thin he is, underweight for his height, though he's not very tall, and generally wears sweatshirts to try and cover it up. He also has several scars from his abusive father, but never shows them or talks about them.
height: 5' 8'
weight: 129 lbs
tattoos: None
piercings: None

~

Likes:
-Quiet
-Being alone
-Feeling secure
-Singing (By himself)
-Music

Dislikes:
-Being fearful
-His father
-Abuse
-Pain
-Talking/thinking about his past
-Being called on in class
-Speaking in front of groups
-How shy he is
-Nightmares

nationality: European; German, Swedish, English, Irish, a few others.
sexuality: Cole never talks openly about his sexuality, but he is Bi-sexual, with a tendency towards males.
background: Poor Social Services scholarship case.

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personality: At best, Cole is that cute shy kid at the back of the room, the one who only speaks when called on in class. At worst, he is the anti-social, introverted, unfriendly new kid who refuses to talk and just wants to be alone. But so much goes on his head that his classmates could never even guess. He is quite intelligent, though for a long time he barely passed classes, due to not participating out of shyness and not doing his homework out of... Well... Anyways, he's pretty smart. Not a genius, but hey, most of us aren't, right? Cole has never really had friends, not even when he was really little, and now when new people approach him, he gets scared and pushes them away. He refuses to open himself up, as life has taught him he will only get hurt. The only time he expresses himself is when he's singing, and the only time he sings is when he's absolutely alone, locked in his room somewhere.
history: Cole's father was abusive to him his whole life until age ten, at which time his mother finally worked up the courage to call Social Services. Though he's in prison now, Cole still has nightmares that his dad will try to come back and find him or his mom. When he was eleven, Cole's mom realized that even with support checks, she couldn't afford to care for both herself and Cole. They ran on fumes for a few months before finally both mother and son decided it would be best to turn him over to foster care. He was in foster care for about two years, until Iriswell offered the city a scholarship for their brightest at-risk student. Somehow, Cole was chosen and ended up at the school.

best friend: None, probably never will be.
crush: None yet.
boyfriend/girlfriend: Probably never in Cole's case.
other: None

[ƒυяια.]

Alexis
Alexis let out a soft sigh as she took her first steps inside Riswell academy. She held her yellow fabric beanie slightly with her left hand as she looked at the building. She held onto a red notebook with her free hand gently, a small smile appeared on her lips softly I Hope this is a good year the rather short haired ginger thought. After a moment, she entered the academy, looking around curiously as she did. She slowly made her way through the halls holding her writting book against her chest slightly. After a few moments of walking, she took a small white paper from her left pocket. it had the number of her room on it, the name of her room mate, and some times that she needed to remember.
Alexis went towards the door of the room that was asigned to her. It didn't take long for her to find it. She opened the door, and looked around the room curiously for a second with her honey brown eyes. She gazed at the name of her roomate curiosly. I Hope she's a nice girl Alexis thought. She was quite excited about what this year would be awaiting for her. She hoped to make new bonds with the people in here. to have more good memories than bad ones. She put her baggage beside one of the beds, and started unpacking a few things. She hummed a song softly as he did. it have had been stuck inside her mind for a while. She kind of let out another small sigh. She was going to miss some things at home. Especially her grandmother, Lucy and her sister, Danielle. even when the arguments between the younger one, and herself happened to take place often, she was even going to miss all those troubles.
She took her hat off her head, and fixed her rather short hair a bit. She wandered who she was going to meet in this place.

[red fox.]

{Done with my forms!

[Oboe C.]

Abbi B. Green
|Shy....Nervous...Anxious|

Abbi continued walking, and walked into a door. "Owww...." She moaned, rubbing her head. Abbi carefully opened the door and made her way to the office as quickly as possible, grabbed her schedule, a piece of cheap plastic with her classes and how to get to them written in Braille. She sighed and walked back to the dorms, this time being mindful of the doors. She walked slowly down the hallway, remembering she was on the right side, and her door was 3 up from the first. She grabbed her doorknob, checked to see that it was really her dorm, and stepped inside. She listened for anyone in the room, and, hearing no-one, she closed the door.

[grizzly.]

Kᴀɪᴛʟɪɴ "Kᴀᴛᴇ"

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Kaitlin "Kate" Jo Hutchinson
Aɢᴇ: Seventeen
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Cʀᴜsʜ: None
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single

Kaitlin kept a tight grip on her suitcase, feeling her palm become sweaty as she was now capable of twisting her arm back and forth on the handle of the suitcase. Dropping her duffle bag on the ground she released her slippery grip on her suitcase and crouched down to once again pick up the duffle bag and slung it over her shoulder before returning her sweaty grip onto the handle of the suitcase. The weight on her shoulder put a sharp pang on her shoulder as the weight of the strap dug into her collar bone. Sucking up the pain and dealing with it, hoping she could get to her room as soon as possible so she could free her aching shoulder from the weight.
Walking through the doors of the academy she looked around the building in amazement. 'Wow, this place is huge. No doubt I'll get lost in this place. I have to wear a uniform too, gosh, this is going to suck.' The brunette thought to herself as her eyes wandered around to the surrounding area. "Wonder what kind of people I'll meet, and who could be my room-mate." Kaitlin muttered to herself before trying to figure out where to go next, and wanted to desperately to relieve her shoulder from her duffle bag.
After a few minutes Kaitlin remembered that she had a slip of paper that would give her all her needed information about classes and room number. Spotting a flight of stairs she drug her suitcase behind her as she made her way towards the stair case. Sighing heavily she heaved her luggage up the stairs, her suitcase making a loud banging noise against each stair as she climbed the stair case. By the time she reached the top of the stairs she was out of breath but continued to carry the duffle bag weakly on her shoulder and pulled her suitcase behind her. Searching for her room number she wished that she could get to her room quicker, but she could feel the combined weight slow her down and her shoulder began to grow painfully numb. 'I wish someone would help me find where I'm going and help me with this duffle bag.' She wished silently to herself.

[Tartaras]

TJ opens the door and slides out of the car, dragging his suitcase out with a nervous smile on his face.
"See you soon, Tyler," is all his father says before turning back to the steering wheel. He picks up his suitcase and waves as the car pulls away. With a sigh, he turns and enters the building. He glances around and stares in awe at the architecture and size of the place. Stepping through the entrance, he begins his journey of finding his dorm room. The details on where to go stuck in his head, having been memorised from re-reading that same sheet of paper numerous times.

Eventually, he finds what he hopes to be his room. As he opens the door he notices that both beds are left untouched. He moves over to the beds and claims the bottom bunk, sliding his suitcase underneath having decided to deal with it later. He kicks off his shoes and puts his earphones in, turning his iPod to shuffle. He lies down on the bed, rest his hands behind his head and awaits the arrival of his roommate with a small wave of anxiety and curiosity washing over him.

'I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends...'

XØ

[grizzly.]

Kᴀɪᴛʟɪɴ "Kᴀᴛᴇ"

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Kaitlin "Kate" Jo Hutchinson
Aɢᴇ: Seventeen
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Cʀᴜsʜ: None
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single

Kaitlin desperatly wished to relieve her collar bone from the heavy weight of her duffle bag. Now draging her feet as she walked you could hear the bottom of her shoes scuff across the ground, which Kaitlin herself hated the sound of people draggin their feet, but she felt as if she didn't have a choice. The sound of her suitcase wheels gliding across the ground made her glad she was able to pull it instead of having to carry it. Coming up to the door that had her room number on it she felt relief flood through her as she opened the door with her free hand, and felt her duffle bag begin to slide off her shoulder. Quickly scurring into the room with her things she dropped her duffle bag on the floor, but could still feel the pain the bag had caused her lingering on her collar bone.
Rolling the suitcase over to one side of the room she propped it up and returned to her duffle bag, only to drag it across the floor towards where her suitcase stood. Looking around the room she noticed she was the first to enter the room, as it had looked almost untouched. Seeing that she was the first to enter the room, she figured she deserved first choice of top or bottom bunk, and Kaitlin being Kaitlin she loved being on top, so to her it was only obvious that she would pick the top bunk. Unzipping her duffle bag she pulled out a cute folder, which she carried with her over to the beds and climbed up to the top bunk. Putting the folder on the bed she sat near the pillow and opened the folder to revile a bunch of pictures, that had her and her friends mostly from her older school. Pulling out a small clear sack of push pins she began to pin her photos at the side and at the head of her bed.

[Oboe C.]

((Summer-Time, I believe our two characters are bunking, right? I dunno... you aren't on the list of who is rooming with whom, so I assume your charrie is bunking with me...))

Abbi B. Green
|nervous...scared...anxious

With a jump, Abbi realized she was in the wrong room. Her things weren't there, and there wasn't braille on the dresser. Carefully, glad she hadn't messed with anything, she backpeddled out. She wen't down the hall to the next door, and made sure it was hers before entering. Abbi knew that someone else was in the room, well, most likely, judging by the fact she nearly tripped over a suitcase. "Uhm....Hi?" She said, turning her head all around the room, wondering where the person was, and if she was even in here. Well, there goes my hopes of being alone this year.... Abbi thought. Briefly, she worried that she would have to take the top bunk. She shook off that thought quickly, reassuring herself that if she had to she could climb up.