gαкυεη нεтαℓια {Closed!}

[SorrelleFinley]

Harper turned a corner and walked down a staircase, only to look directly at her older brother, Arthur, with... Some other boy. He looked nice, but she'd never go talk to him--not with Arthur there, of course! She swallowed, balling her hands into fists and wiping her face of emotions as she kept mumbling to herself, "Music room, music room..." She shifted the guitar on her back and tried to stand up straighter. Crud... Why hadn't she brought her iPod with her? She could've ignored them much easier... She cussed under her breath and tucked her hair out of her face, only for it to fall back into her eyes. "I just need to find the bloody music room..." She groaned, checking yet another door only to find a classroom. "Why are there no music rooms here!?" She hadn't meant for it to come out as loudly as it had, but what was done was done.

[bluebearr]

Want Harper to bump into Lancashire or Yorkshire?? -Isaforeveraloner-))

[SakuRabbit]

I didn't draw it! Found it on the wiki.

username;; NepetaKittenfeet
country;; Iceland
human name;; Emil Steilsson
nickname(s);; None yet
age;; 16
gender;; Male
personality;; He appears relatively cool and composed on the surface, but is warmer and passionate ("hot-blooded") deep down. Due to his recent financial problems, Russia has been helping him. Though Iceland is treated kindly by him, he can't help but feel suspicious. He seems to be embarrassed and annoyed when the other Nordics pester him to call Norway "Onii-chan," saying that he would rather have originated from a tribe of native peoples, as opposed to being his younger brother. Some of his earliest profiles mentions he is different from the rest of Europe. He speaks in a Tsugaru dialect.
He seems to be rather modest as, when forced to strip to check him for the mark during the 2010 Christmas Event, he was very upset and unwilling, and seemed somewhat traumatized by it the next day, despite that it was for a good cause. He's very fond of licorice and hot springs. He has been taking the hot water from his land and turning them into spas. When it comes to Mr. Puffin he seems to be rather short-tempered. He uses taciturn to appear mature but he is actually still a little childish and has an immature side to him. Due to his home being further away from the continent, he's usually a step behind when it comes to European fads. As a child, he was introverted and lonely. He sent out letters hoping people would be interested in him but to no avail. As he got older and things began to improve, people began taking an interest to him but with Denmark and England quarreling and almost being captured by African pirates, he wanted them to leave and felt that being lonely was better.
crush;; None yet.
boyfriend/girlfriend;; None yet.
other;;

[katie;]

(( Accepted! On the front page is the character list - is there anyone you would like for your character to room with? c: ))

[SakuRabbit]

(Thank you! Sure, Hong Kong looks like he's still open to a room mate.)

[katie;]

(( Okay! Just wait and see if it's okay with .OptiicBla2t. c: ))

[~ mew ~]

((anyone open for Gilbert? ^^ ))

"I'd love some, all the same," Luna replied, rolling over and sliding down off the bed, slightly pulling the covers she'd been laying on with her. The girl landed lightly on her feet and hands then stood up and stretched. Her back cracked a bit when she did, but the Canadian didn't mind; to her it felt good and relaxing. She strolled over to Ella, wavy black hair bouncing slightly and she did. Her emerald eyes sparkled in anticipation of what her taste buds would soon experience. She grabbed a cookie and stuffed it halfway into her mouth to hold it, then grabbed a cup and poured milk into the cylindrical container. "Yes, from across the lake. Can't you Americans remember a face? You probably see a lot of them though, and can't remember them all, eh?"

[EllaAniMine]

"'Course I can remember a face, and it has nothing to do with being American. I just didn't get a good look at you when I stumbled in." Ella laughed grabbing a cookie for herself. She moved to grab something out of her bag and her face fell. "Where is it? Why can't I find it?" She sighed and tossed the bag. "Aw man... I left my notebook somewhere... I think I know someone who might help me..." She stood up and smiled apologetically. Heading for the boys dorms and spoke to the RA, explaining her situation and that it wouldn't take more than 10-15 minutes. Having the boy's room number written on a sheet of paper she checked the number against the door and felt a little nervous as she knocked.

((I have a concert. Be back eventually. Don't miss me too much.))

[yatty]

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Roderich Edelstein [ Austria ]
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"Yes that's him. He is a pain, more than you would imagine. And yes I have, if you must know. It's not exactly a healthy relationship, at all," Roderich explained, face blank, void of any expression as he passed a potted plant, a row of vases to his left. The outdated teen's eyebrow twitched at the comment, his luggage cart squeaking behind him. "Elizabeth and Gilbert, friends? More like rivals. Who really knows? I sure for one do not care," the brown haired musician replied easily, tipping his nose up to the remark as if dismissing it. The violet eyed student set the school map in his folder, tidily fixing his black tie. He did not speak about his past relations with others much, the purple eyed student glowered as he strolled down the concourse, exasperated by the brit’s irksome comment. His gaze stopped short as he heard someone explain about music rooms, with an accent that resembled Arthur's. "Was that you? Did you say something about the music rooms?" The Austrian was quick to ask, his amethyst eyes gleaming with a passion at the word. Maybe he would find such rooms later, he himself interested in the music program at the academy. Possibly they could value his piano skills.

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Alfred F. Jones
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Alfred tossed his backpack on top of the blue sheets, shuffling through the objects he had packed with him. A few magazines, a football, some board games, and a notebook. That was all he really needed anyways. Back turned, the American heard a recognizable voice and footsteps move across the floorboards. Suspiciously popping a cherry lollipop into his mouth, it wasn't long until a hand clasped over his shoulder. Who else would call him comrade? "Ivan? Your my roommate?" The dirty blonde jumped at the pleasant tone, whipping around, saying the words in complete rancor. He knew Ivan Braginsky for a while now, and they never seemed to see eye-to-eye. Well, frankly Alfred mainly just did not like the taller student. But Alfred never suspected the sweet-faced Russian would room with him. Coughing into his fist at the sudden quietness after his outburst, the American rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Er- I mean- make yourself at home," the blue eyed student pointed to the bed across from his with a wave of his hand. He remembered all the pranks they had pulled on one another and passive-aggressive fights they had shared in years before. This was going to be a long year, the blunt American could tell.

[bluebearr]

Latvia huffed and decided that he would come back to his dorm later. Walking down the corridors, he remained in thought, Wasn't the Soviet Club disbanded? I can't remember... he sighed, his violet gaze dropping to the floor. With a shrug, he silently roamed around, unsure on what he should do next.