-Wavin' Flag- (Sports Highschool RP)

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[RoyalInTheDark]

Name: Juliette Litivine
Nick-name: Julie, Jules; she prefers to just go by Juliette
Age: 18 years of age
Gender: She is a girl, lady, female, woman, chick....
Race: She is French, hailing from Orleans.
Main Sport: Track, Kick boxing, Soccer; her feet are obviously very important for her...
Looks(description or picture): Juliette has shoulder length chocolate brown hair that she pulls up into a pony tail or bun almost daily. She has vibrant green eyes and slightly rounded features. Her skin is littered with random little scars and sometimes bruises from her rather hands-on sport choices. Standing roughly 5 foot 7 inches, she is all legs with a skinny yet sturdy frame.
History: Juliette has been in foster care since the young age of 7 years old. Her mother, 19 when her daughter was born, had been the one caring for her before that, as her father was a University student from America that left before she was born. There was a car accident and it left Julie's mother paralyzed from the neck down; without any relatives or friends to take over her care, the 7 year old was put into a foster family and bounced around until 3 years ago. She had taken an interest in sports soon after entering the foster system and was accepted to Sports High School at age 15 and shipped right over to an American foster family.
Personality: Juliette is an out going and almost cocky type of girl. She doesn't put up with anyone's attitude and has plenty of her own to go around. Her general demeanor is almost abrasive and gloating...
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hobby: She likes to read and play instruments; She also loves to practice her sprots and hang around the gym
Pets: She has a Tabby-Siamese cross tom cat named Jean-Pierre[pronounced John-Pierre].
Family: Only her mother whom she hasn't seen for 11 years and her father she never met; her foster family consists of two fathers and a baby brother.
Others: I can't remember the codeword.... c:
Theme Song: Teenagers by MCR

Name: Fredrick Astro
Nick-name: He goes by Freddy
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Male
Race: He is from Austria c:
Main Sports: He does baseball and lacrosse
Looks(description or picture): He is thin and built for running and catching/hitting. His hair is jet black and his skin is slightly darker than a 'white' person but not as dark as a Hispanic. He has startlingly blue eyes and an innocent little smile.
History(optional): He doesn't talk about his home much[aka, i haven't thought of one]
Personality: He is the awkward one, the shy one and the one who doesn't know how to talk to girls. Freddy gets all tongue tied and nervous when he has to talk in front of girls or big groups of people, but eh isn't afraid to play rough.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hobby: He loves to skateboard, but isn't really good enough to compete.
Pets: He has no pets here in America but he did have a large cattle dog back home name Roxie.
Family: He has both his parents, 2 older brothers and a 9 year old sister.
Others: ^^
Theme Song: erm... i dunno, anyone have any ideas?

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{ Isabella 'Bella' Chapman } { 15 Years Old } { Three Day Eventing }

-Her horse-
-Nervous/Excited-
-The Stables-

She grinned stepping out of the truck. Glazing back at the truck where her horse decided to give a challenging whinny. She rolled her eyes before shouting "You're gelded!" Back at the horse. Smirking her eyes ran along the stables, to the left, the dorms, and even further left of them was the high school. She grinned happily, here you only had Math, Reading, and Science before you would do your specialties. Which hers all were with the beautiful black gelding who was still in the trailer.

She grinned walking into the changing area of the trailer. Grabbing the leather lead rope, she stepped out. Walking to the back of the trailer she opened it. The 8-horse trailer felt empty as there was only one horse in it. She clicked her tongue as she walked up to the black horse, "Easy Midnight." She soothed softly, stroking up his body to his halter, un clipping the trailer ties, she clipped the lead rope on. The metal clinking softly as it attached to the leather halter. The gelding snorted, backing up on command. As soon as his hooves hit the concrete he let out a delighted squeal. Giving a single kick out wards, Bella shook her head, "Hush." She scolded gently.

Walking the horse to the stall he had, the large barn seemed empty. Only Midnight and a tiny Shetland pony in there. She led the horse in the stall, undoing the shipping boots and halter quickly, she did a quick check to make sure he had water before she left the stall. Hanging up the halter and lead rope, out side the stall, she went back to the trailer, grabbing her tack box and show clothes. She grunted under the weight of the box as she walked back to the stall. Setting it down, she slipped her clothes inside the box. She kissed the velvety nose of her horse before handing him a piece of apple. "I'll be back soon." She promised walking back to the truck.

Grabbing her suitcase she walked towards the dorms. Her riding heels clicking softly against the pavement, she heard the truck start up, and she watched as it pulled past her, driving away. Her other pets would be here later today, her dog and chameleon. Her eyes tracked the other people arriving, she silently wondered if she would share a dorm with any of them.

{ Madison 'Maddi' Fowler } { 17 Years Old } { Motercross }

-By herself-
-Eager-
-Driveway-

She stepped out of the truck which has brought her, she got up in the back of the truck, opening the back of it, she put the ramps down before she backed her bike down the ramps. Grabbing her helmet, she didn't worry about her clothes. What ever the drivers name was would get them for her and take her up to the dorms.

Walking beside the bike, she took it to where others were taking there bikes. Her eyes traveled around the property. In the distant she could see a track built for the bike she held, a soccer field, a football field, a track for horses, pastures for horses, a wave pool for the surfers, and even a rapid filled river for the kayakers. She smirked, she was gonna like it here.

Her mind traveled back to where she was going. The place had given her a number 12, her derby number, and where she was to keep her bike. She could now see the barn everyone was going to, bikes filled it, numbers on them telling who they belonged to. 12 was of course right up front.

Putting her bike in the correct place, she bit her lip. Watching everyone. She quickly got bored. Yawning, she walked out, heading back to the dorms.

{ Riley Smith } { 17 Years Old } { Surfing }

-By himself-
-Happy/Eager-
-His Truck-

He sat in the driver seat, his lab barking in the back seat. He sighed eyes flickering up to rear-view mirror where he could see his three boards. He was a bit unsure where to go, but like that had ever stopped him before.

Swinging open the door, he stepped out. Looking around, he ignored the lab which continued to bark furiously, wanting out of the car. He smirked opening up the door. The lab jumped out, running around, before darting back to Riley. He smiled softly grabbing the large gym bag and the suitcase in one arm. He'd carry the boards under his other arm. He was supposed to keep the boards in his room.

{ Louis Beausoleil } { 18 Years Old } { Football (Soccer) }

-Alone-
-Shy-
-Soccer/Football field-

The ruffled hair boy wore a hoodie with a pair of shorts and cleats. He juggled the ball in front of him softly, ignoring the mewing kitten in his hood.

He sighed, letting the ball fall to the ground, stepping on it to keep it from moving he reached back. Grabbing the kitten he let it cling to his chest. "How are you Beau?" He asked softly, his accent thick. He kissed the kittens head, ignoring its protesting meow from it.

As much as he loved to play football, he hated that his parents sent him away all the time. He lived in Paris for God's sake. The best teams were there. What did America have for him? He let out a sigh. As he picked up the ball with his feet. Oh well. As long as he was here, he might as well enjoy it.

[RoyalInTheDark]

{Juliette Litivine}{From Orleans, France}{Track, Kick Boxing and Soccer/Non- American Football}

Juliette was in her regular work out get up; a baby-blue tank top, black running shorts, her sneakers all with her hair pulled up in a sloppy bun on the top of her head. She wasn't going to be involved in the first day of school scramble with the new incoming students, she was going to get right down to the running track and get to work. All summer she had been with her foster family doing several cheesy ghost tours of various cities on a road trip across America. They hadn't let her so much as touch her sneakers, cleats, sparring gloves or anything vaguely related to her sort endeavors. They wanted to 'give her a few months of being a regular teenager', however, now that she was 18 she wouldn't have to head back their and could get her own apartment for her last summer before she could get out of Sports High and move on to university.

Her first stop was to be the soccer/football field as she had seen someone down their warming up from her dorm room. She wandered along, hanging her cleats from a finger over her shoulder in case she felt like putting them on. The petite French girl set her extra shoes down and grabbed a ball from the large collection kept by the field.

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-Akira-
Akira stepped out of the bus that brought her here. She already had her stuff transported into her dorm ahead of her, so she could just relax and walk around. She put on her headphones, and started walking around to look for the school's personal dojo.

She knew right away that most of these people would think she was a boy, due to her short cut hair and looks. She didn't bother to correct them, it happened so many times before so she let it be.

-Blake-
Blake grinned, as she stepped off of the bus. He had his stuff brought in ahead of time, so he didn't have to worry about that. Blake started running towards the huge warehouses, at the other side of the huge school. He opened the door, and walked inside instantly smiling at the plane. His plane, actually. Oh, he was itching to ride it, but he needed his equipment, which was in his room.

[hachi.]

{ Isabella 'Bella' Chapman } { 15 Years Old } { Three Day Eventing }

-Her horse-
-Nervous/Excited-
-The Stables-

She sighed softly, walking her to her assigned dorm. Grabbing the key out of her pocket, she opened the door. Her eyes flickered over the bunk bed, a smirk appearing on her lips. Her dorm-mate wasn't here yet. She laughed as she put the suitcase and gym bag on the top bunk. She sighed, putting her riding breeches on, she headed back to the stables at a jog.

She passed people, as she jogged. Ignoring them all, she wanted to see one person. And he wasn't even a human. He was a horse. She slowed as she arrived at the barn. She grinned in amusement as her horse stuck his head out, whinnying loudly. She smiled, re-haltering the gelding, she led him out. Grabbing the saddle pad, she shook it out once before she sat it on the horse's back. She then set the saddle on the horse's back. Strapping the girth, she turned, grabbing the bridle, turning back to the horse, she took off the halter, the horse lowered his head, opening his mouth for the bit, she slipped it in, letting the horse close around it she finished putting the bridle on. Strapping on her helmet, she mounted the horse. Wheeling him around, she tapped her heels on his side, urging him into a trot, the shooed hooves clicking on the ground as he walked out.

{ Madison 'Maddi' Fowler } { 17 Years Old } { Motercross }

-By herself-
-Eager-
-Driveway-

(WIP)

{ Riley Smith } { 17 Years Old } { Surfing}

-By himself-
-Happy/Eager-
-His Truck-

(WIP)

{ Louis Beausoleil } { 18 Years Old } { Football (Soccer) }

-Alone-
-Shy-
-Soccer/Football field-

(WIP)