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[khaleesi,]

[ Okay, everyone who has posted their forms has been accepted and added. We just have to wait for a few people now. ]

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name: jeanett lillian fray; she goes by jean, as her full name agitates her.
age: seventeen years of age, born on april third of the year nineteen ninety six.
gender: female without a doubt.

appearance: jean is a beautiful girl, with a head of natural blonde curls and eyes that, depending on the light, can differ from blue to a shade of dark blue-gray. she stands at five feet, seven inches tall and weighs in at around one hundred and twenty pounds. though her figure is slender and lithe, it's obvious she has just a bit of muscle to help increase her strength. she's usually wearing casual though somewhat heavy clothing, and she tends to adore a certain dark magenta sweater that she wears plenty.

personality: generally light-hearted and optimistic, jeanett is seen with a smile most of the time. nothing seems to make her frown, though there are a few things that do cause that. it's almost frightening to see her with a sadder side emerging. she tends to look on the brighter side of things, and can be strongly determined about things at a certain time. it's not rare to see this, either. once she sees something she wants she will go for it, no matter the cost. her family and friends are of high priority to her, however, and though she may appear hostile to those rude to her at first, she never hesitates to warm up to people who she feels a fondness towards.
fears being left by her family, the death of a loved one, and there are plenty of other little quirks here or there that send a spooked shiver up her spine.

crush/es: she'll admit she has a soft spot for markus.
sexuality: heterosexual
family: a mother, a father, and her adopted older sister, clarissa.

[Mufa]

{ I'm ready to start once everyone else is c:

[khaleesi,]

[ Okay, we are ready to start. We will start off with a normal school day. It is currently the end of summer, beginning of fall. The month is October, and the date is the first. Let's get started! ]

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The morning came so suddenly. The girl began to stir as the sunlight peaked
through the balcony drapes, right onto Clary's eyes. She sat up slowly, her
arms stretching in the air as she then scratched her brunette head. The girl's
hair was messy, and it needed some tough styling if she was going to survive
through school today. The hazel eyed girl then swung her feet to the side of
the bed and stood up, very slowly, walking to the dresser against on of the
walls in her room. She pulled out an outfit consisting of a pair of skinny jeans,
a black v neck tee, and a pair of converse. She then walked to the bathroom
connected to her room to bathe. After her hot shower, she dried off and got
dressed, then it was time for hair and makeup. Clarissa never wore a lot of
makeup. Basically, just mascara and a little foundation. She dried her hair,
then straightened, but left it slightly wavy. Perfect. She was ready for the
day. Clary walked out into her bedroom and swung her drapes open, reveal-
ing a glass door to the balcony attached to her room, which had a bunch of
flowers and vines covering it. Looking down at her hands, she sighed dis-
mally, but then snapped back into reality when she realized she was running
a little late. She really just took care of herself when it came to school.
Grabbing her backpack, her phone, and her leather jacket. Pulling on her
jacket and backpack, she stuffed the iPhone into her coat pocket as she grab-
bed an apple out of the fruit tray and headed out to her truck.

As she drove to school, she really just regretted waking up so she could go
deal with people and teachers. Groaning softly as she parked a block away,
she killed he engine and hopped out of the Chevy truck and locked it, and
once again, stuffing her keys in her backpack. As Clarissa walked into the
school, she noticed people glaring at her, but she really didn't care. On her
way to her locker, some people made nasty remarks, but she just shrugged
and opened her locker as she took a bite of the apple she had grabbed earlier.

[Mufa]

[ Markus Elias ]

tagged;; open

Mornings have never been Markus' thing. He hates having to force himself from the comfort of his bed in order to go to school, but that's exactly what he was doing. His alarm clock went off at seven, which gave him an hour to be ready for school. He headed from his room to the bathroom, which was at the end of the hallway. Mark had a quick shower that took him under ten minutes, and got dressed in under two minutes. He put on a pair of black converse, dark jeans, and a white t-shirt with an faded American flag on it. It was a plain wardrobe that was defiantly not fit for a king, but that didn't bother Markus. Soon, though, he was in his kitchen making some peanut butter toast. He made his breakfast, ate it, and cleaned up the mess by seven forty. Now that he was ready to head to school, Mark grabbed the keys to his pick up and threw his back pack over his right shoulder.

He jumped into his truck and put the bag on the passenger seat. High school was a ten minute drive from where he lived and a thirty minute walk. Markus started up his truck and drove to school. When he got to the school, he parked the vehicle as close to the school as he could get it. There didn't appear to be to many people on school grounds, but he assumed that almost everyone was inside and getting ready for class. Mark made his way inside, following a group of cheerleaders. They looked back at him, and he simply sneered at them, which he than followed with a smirk. He often glared at those he passed, if they stared at him or glared first. Markus didn't usually try to make enemies, but his sarcastic and resentful attitude often made some people not like him. When he reached his locker, Mark opened it and pulled out his English text book for first period. He put his bag into the locker and shut the door loudly. The sound was drowned out by the other students, making it not very noticeable.

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Sibyl wasn't a morning person. Though she was usually known for her energy, now she buried her face in her pillows and growled in protest as her alarm blared. Finally she reached over and slapped the snooze button, allowing herself another few minutes of peace before she dragged herself out of bed. Red hair tangled and sticking out in all directions, eyes still bleary with sleep, Sibyl stumbled to her bathroom to take a shower. Ten minutes later she was clean and dressed in black skinny jeans and a soft gray hooded sweater over a white v-neck shirt. Snapping a hair band to hold her long side braid in place, she gave herself a once-over in the full-sized mirror that hung in her room and gave a satisfied smile. Grabbing her bag, she bounded out of her room and into the kitchen.

"I'm hungry," she announced to the room loudly--certainly not a surprise to anybody who knew Sibyl. Not only was she generally a very loud girl, but she was also always hungry. Sibyl loved food more than almost anything else. So she set about raiding the kitchen, trying to decide what she wanted. She studied it all, glanced over her shoulder at the clock, and frowned when she found that she wouldn't have time to make a big breakfast without being late for school. The price of the snooze button, she told herself glumly, and settled on a cream-cheese bagel and an orange. Hopefully lunch would come soon.

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unlike her adopted sister, jeanett woke up far from graceful. it took hitting snooze a few times before she could actually drag herself from out of bed with a groan, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she headed for her dresser. there was a faint clatter as she pulled out a casual outfit that fitted the autumn air, considering a chill occupied the breeze that wasn't evident in the warmer seasons. it took around ten to thirteen minutes before the blonde was ready to go to school, dressed in skinny jeans, beige combat boots, and a white t-shirt underneath a longer cinnamon-colored cardigan that reached around mid-thigh. surely she would wear an outfit to welcome the season of autumn, correct? jean's hair was a whole other issue -- it took forever to brush through it and make it look tidy, per usual; her generous natural curls took quite a bit of work, but they were worth it in the end -- and just as she grabbed her backpack and phone, heading down the stairs and ready to go, she heard scampering outside the door. of course she missed clarissa for a ride again. jeanett never seemed to wake up early enough. either way, the older female was seeming a bit more suspicious lately; the younger didn't know if it was just her thinking this or if it was others around them too.

after grabbing a packet of poptarts, jeanett headed out the door: it wasn't much longer than eighteen minutes later when she had arrived at the school. she greeted a few of her acquaintances as she walked along down the hallways, humming lightly to herself. despite having to walk, she still seemed to have a cheerful aura surrounding her, and by the looks other groggy students were giving her, it was obvious they didn't appreciate her optimism so early in the morning as much as she herself appreciated it. eventually the blonde found herself at her locker, exchanging her backpack for a few items: a notebook, sketchbook, physics book, and a pencil. she tended to bring almost too much to class sometimes. casting a look over her shoulder after closing the locker door blue eyes landed on someone awfully familiar.

"hey, markus!" she greeted with a beaming grin as she walked over, noticing he was by his locker and looking none-too happy. or, at least, not as happy as she was.

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[Mufa]

{ I'm afraid that I'm going to have to drop from this roleplay. Between school, work, friends, and family, I no longer have any time. I'm so sorry.