::HISTORIA ACADEMY FOR THE GIFTED:: open

[icxacruz]

Welcome to Historia Academy for the Gifted! Here we recognize each students talents and unique abilities. Not to be rude but, only the wealthiest, royal and incredibly talented children aged 15-19 can be accepted. Once you've enrolled and been accepted, you will be placed in a category based on your talents: artists and painters, photographers, musicians and royalty. There is of course there is the limited "rebel" group for those who don't fit a specific category. Since we love to celebrate diversity and learning from each other, one from each category will be put in a dorm room together to make friendships and learn about each others differences. Enjoy your stay here at Historia Academy for the Gifted!

[A R T I S T S/P A I N T E R S
-Mavis Emerson//female//pan//16//flamed_writer
-Isreial Mitchells//Male//pan//16//boy.division
-Simone Lacia//female//pan//17//.-Tired-.
-name//gender//sexuality//age

P H O T O G R A P H E R S
-Ryan Green//Gender-fluid//homo.//16//boy.division
-Carly Martina//Gender-fluid//pan//17//Fandom_Queen
-name//gender//sexuality//age//user
-name//gender//sexuality//age//user

M U S I C I A N S
-Kya Green//female//bi-no preference//16//boy.division
-Smamra Urie//female//pan//17//Fandom_Queen
-Andreas DuBois//male//asexual//17//itsprettymuch
-Ezekiel Novak//male//homo.//18//Consulting_Angel
-Margaret Lee//female//pan//15//blakebellabonna
-Rowan Lockwood//male//bi//18//flamed_writer
(If you choose to enrol as a musician please remember to specify what you play, voice is included)

R O Y A L S
-Anastasia Phillips//female//hetero.//17//flamed_writer
-Bloom DuBois//female//hetero.//19//itsprettymuch
-Lani Rivas//female//bi//25//5starr
-name//gender//sexuality//age//user

R E B E L S
-WIll Fovos//male//bi//17//5starr
-name//gender//sexuality//age//user

#001Girls
-Kya
-Ana
-Samara
-Simone
-Lani

#002 Boys
-Rowan Lockwood
-Ezekiel
-Isreial
-Andreas
-Will

#003 Girls
-Carly
-Ryan
-Mavis
-Margaret
-Bloom

#004 Boys
-Name
-name
-name
-name

#005 Girls
-name
-name
-name
-name

If you have any problems with any of the dorm selections, pm me I'll be happy to change anything.

i:follow tess' rules
ii: drama is encouraged
iii: LGBTQ+ is always welcome
iv: if all slots are full in a category your charrie would like to be in, pm me i'll make another spot
v: please be respectful to others
iv: you can have max. three charries if you want another please pm me

The Academy
The Gardens
The Discussion

[universal song]

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[icxacruz]

BUUUUMMMPPPPPP

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Form

She winced as a loud crash echoed through the empty corridor as she accidentally dropped her trumpet. She shook her head and picked it up. She continued to walk. "Hey come on, at lease try to catch up!" She called behind her to twin sister who was apparently a very slow walker. She scanned the walls looking for the dorm room she was in. She walked some more and stopped in front of a bulletin board. She read all the posts for joinable clubs and dorm parties, waiting for her sister to catch up. When she finally did, they continued down the hall. "Here I am, dorm one. Bye Rye, hope you have a good time. I'll stop by later today." She said as she walked in the dorm and closed the door on her sister. The room was without people and the furniture was bland. It had two bunk beds and a worn couch that she presumed was a pull-out. There were empty book shelved, desks and two large closets. She threw her bags on a top bunk and waited for someone to come. She started dozing of when the door creaked open and a girl stepped through. She jumped up, Hi! Uh, welcome! My name's Kya." She said over enthusiastically.

Form

"Ky-" Her comment to her sister was cut of by the abrupt slamming of dorm one's door. She sighed and shrugged it off. Ryan's boots clicked through the empty corridors as she struggled to find her way. Her camera bounced on her chest as she rolled her suitcase behind her. She rounded a corner and there it was, her dorm. Ryan almost ran to it but decided not to. She approached the door and turned the doorknob but it wouldn't budge. She frowned and tried again. No movement. On the third try, the door swung open but now by Ryan, by a girl on the other end. She flew forward and landed on her camera with a sickening crunch.

Form

Isreial flopped down on his bottom bunk. Relived after unpacking all his clothes. He looked around, it was a nice and spacious room. He got up and set up some canvases to paint on later. He was the first one to arrive because his mother drove him extra early. He spread out on his bed, the sheets were pulled up and lain messily across the foot of the bed.
He was bored, so he took a walk down the hall with his sketchbook in hand. The halls were grand, well the whole school was massive and Isreial loved it. Faintly, from across the hall he could hear singing so he followed the voice. He'd come to the music room and there was a girl singing a cover. He stopped to listen. He tried to make out her face, his lazy eye twitched from straining in the dark room. "Hello?" The girl said, she looked startled. H-hi, Sorry to s-startle you. I just h-heard you s-singing. I'm I-isreial. He held out his hand. He hated his stutter and hoped the girl didn't think he was a dweeb.

[Burning_Roses]

Smamra Urie//
female//
pan//
17//
Musician//
Location// Sound room
Tagged:Anyone

Samaea sat in the music room her music in front of her eyes as she closed her eyes and began to cover her brother’s song Death of a Bachelor. As she sang she got the odd feeling someone was watching in the sound room behind the glass she couldn’t see through but she kept singing . When she fi she’d she stood and tapped her music against her stand and walked out looking over at the sound room as she opened the door to grab her CD, “Hello?” She asked into the dark room

[Consulting_Angel]

Ezekiel Novak
18|Male|Musician
Location: Dorm 2.
Tagged: Open.

Ezekiel had just arrived, and he was pulling his suitcase along behind him, and also carrying his violin case, and bass guitar case. He soon found his assigned dormitory - Dorm 2 - and he opened the door. He glanced around a moment, and saw that he had not been the first one to arrived, since it seemed that someone else had already unpacked their things. He picked out one of the top bunks as his bed, and then he set about unpacking his things as well. Once he was finished, he sat on the edge of his bed, wondering what he should do. He could have a look around the school, to give it a proper look around, but he wasn't really sure if he even wanted to do that. Instead, Ezekiel opened his violin case, and ran his hand on the auburn instrument, picking it up carefully, and then also the bow. He tucked it under his chin, then ran the bow across the strings, spending a few minutes to tune it.

[Burning_Roses]

Smamra Urie//
female//
pan//
17//
Musician//
Location// Sound room
Tagged:Isreial

She reached for the light switch and flicked it on, Samara turned and jumped a little a hand going to her chest before she smiled, “Hi Isreial. I’m Samara Urie” She took his hand and shook it before releasing it and walking over to the sound booth and pulling out her CD, sliding it into a case she turned back to him noticing the sketchbook, “Artist? Nice! Maybe I’ll have to give you a call when I need cover art for my albums.”
She laughed and sat on one if the chairs leaning on her hands, “Oh and it’s alright I always get the feeling I’m being watched in the sound room I can’t see through the glassso it’s an eerie feeling” She moved her fingers in a spooky motion, “But that’s beside the point” She pointed to his sketchbook,”What do you like to draw?” She leaned back on her hands her eyes filled with brightness, she was a naturally cheery person

[universal song]

𝕄𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕤 𝕀𝕤𝕒 𝔼𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟
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female | 16 | artist | pansexual | tags: open

Mavis practically buzzed with excitement. She couldn't believe it. She had dreamed so long for a moment like this and now it was coming true. Her backpack weighed heavily on her shoulder and a bag dedicated to art supplies clutched in her hand. The sound of doors slamming echoed ahead of her, startling her. She'd better find her dorm before she got completely lost. Shoes clicking down the hall, she searched for someone, anyone, who could tell her her dorm number.

Finally she had discovered a piece of paper telling her dorm three. Approached the door, she struggled to get a free hand but finally managed to swing the door open. Wasting no time, she threw her bags on one of the top bunks and clambered up. It seemed so... plain. Good thing she came prepared. In her little space, she strung fairy lights, hung up some of her favourite drawings, and put up shelves before filling them with books and art supplies. Proud of her work, her legs hung over the edge of her bed and Why by Sabrina Carpenter blared through her earbuds. She had her sketchbook and hand and was doodling away, waiting for someone to arrive.

𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓅
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female | 17 | royal | heterosexual | tags: Kya

Ana pulled her suitcase along behind her. Originally she had been wearing a dress and her crown, courtesy of her mother, but had quickly changed in the bathroom before heading towards her dorms. "A princess must always show pride." Her mother had insisted, tightening the laces on her dress till she couldn't breath. Now she wore black leather boots- her favourite fashion trend -dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a grey cardigan that hung down to her knees. The silver locket she always wore, a gift from her father, bounced as she walked. On the front it had 'Ana' and inside it said 'Remember to be yourself'.

Now she approached her dorm, with a tentative excitement. Maybe, just maybe, she could make true friends. Pushing open the door, she jumped when an excited voice echoed through the room. Peering in, she spotted a girl. "Oh, greetin- I mean, hello." She said. She was to used to listening to her mother talk, and it was starting to rub off on her. "Um, my names Anastasia, but I prefer Ana." She flipped her blond curls over her shoulder. Hopefully she didn't come across as too stuck up, which was something people made a mistake about her. Usually she would act the part to, but today she had brought her walls down, trying to have a fresh start.

ℜ𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔫 𝔇𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡
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male | 18 | musician - saxophone, trumpet, singer, guitar, drums, clarinet | bisexual | tags: Smara

Rowan stumbled, carrying his load. It was hard for him to choose which instrument he wanted to bring, since he loved them all. He managed to stuff his clarinet in his bag and brought his guitar in one hand, sax in the other. His trumpet was in his overly large rolling music case, and he managed to fit a small drum. It was a lot, he knew, but couldn't resist. He looked around for the paper that would tell him his dorm.

Finally he was on his way to dorm two, kicking open the thankfully not fully closed door with his foot. "'ello mate." He said to the boy who was tuning a violin. Moving over to an available bottom bunk, he set his instruments down. "Nice place, eh?" Grinning, he shrugged out of his leather jacket and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. "Where's the other one?" He gestured to the unpacked bunk and started his unpacking as well.

[Burning_Roses]

Carly Martina||Nickname: Mar Mar, Car||Age//17||Type of Student//Photography||Favorite type of photography //Portrait and landscapes ||Gender//Genderfluid||Sexuality//Pansexual||Tagged:Mavis

Carly popped her head into the dorm three room and looked over at the girl on the bed before grabbing the other bottom bunk and pinning up her poloarioids from her travels with her parents, mostly of her at famous locations with friends and family. She then made her bed and took out her camera and turned it towards her self snapping a picture before looking at it with a grin, “Perfect.” she looked towards the other girl and smiled, “Uh hi..I’m Carly” She waved with a small smiled on her cheeks,
It seemed they were the only two people there at this moment She thought she might as well get to know her bunkmates if they were going to be living together, what was there to lose?

[Consulting_Angel]

Ezekiel Novak
18|Male|Musician
Location: Dorm 2.
Tagged: Rowan.

He would have been perfectly happy just tuning his violin, maybe play a couple of songs or something, on his own. That was what he was planning on doing, figuring that he was going to have some time alone to do that. However, the moment that he door was opened and he heard what he considered the overly-cheery voice of a Brit, Ezekiel froze up a little. Ugh. Social interaction, with someone who seemed to already think that they were 'mates'. And seemed to think that he knew where their missing roommate was.

He did his absolute best to not roll his eyes or show any signs of intense disapproval and dislike, but he guessed that it might be too late for either. Nevertheless, Ezekiel then looked up, and he lowered his violin from his chin, though he kept hold of it, since there wasn't anywhere that he couls set it down, and he wanted to keep playing it anyway... once he'd been left alone. "It could be better." he responded, deciding to ignore the greeting. By 'better', he meant that he'd rather not be sharing a dorm. He wondered if that was implied. Ezekiel then shrugged slightly. "I don't know. Was I supposed to find out who all my roommates are, and where they will be?"