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OOC: App revamp [09 Oct 2006|10:28pm]

Tori's app again :DCollapse )
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[24 Jun 2006|01:59am]

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[29 Nov 2005|09:03pm]

So, isn't it about time for the new school year to begin? hmmmmm??? <3
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[28 Mar 2005|08:26pm]

New image for my two characters, all dressed up for Halloween or whatever they're doing. Here it is. Different artist then the first though, so the wings are on the oposite character.

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Mod announcements an stuff [19 Jan 2005|11:56pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Hey everyone! Thanks to Griffy, we have a forum for our rps!! ^.^ It's here:

So go join and check it out! I'll see you there!!

-- Jett

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Jumpin! [08 Jan 2005|10:32pm]

[ mood | quixotic ]

The double doors leading into the school's cafeteria swung open, banging loudly against the wall letting a loud thump to echo above the heads of the students within. Tori stepped through the doorway a bit, his backpack slung over his left shoulder. Wearing a plain black t-shirt that was tucked into his black pants that had green lacing along the edges. A chain was connecting his wallet to one of his belt loops and fingerless gloves covered both his hands.

He took a brief look over the row of tables which held the trays and plates of food for the students. Once he was satisfied with what he saw, he gave a snide smirk and headed over to the lunch line and noisily grabbed a tray and continued giving his smirk to one of the lunch ladies.

"How have you been over this summer Deloris? Well I hope?" He said, mock politeness littering his tone of voice.

His smirk widened into a smile when she shot him a furious look. "I was hoping that you would have transferred by now Grumbar." She said with disgust. Her accent was british, making her sound all the more proper.

Tori appeared completely unfazed when she finished her sentence. As they walked down the line she was already plopping food onto his tray. Most likely knowing exactly what he had almost every day. "Oh, I wouldn't give anything to miss your wonderful home made cooking or your captivating charm." He said, keeping his tone going. She didn't answer nor look at him once they reached the cash register.

"Taurean. One of these days, that smart mouth of yours will get you into trouble." She said placidly. His smile changed to a simple grin as he handed over the tender due for his meal. "It hasn't failed me yet ma'am, and I don't think it should anytime soon." He turned around before whatever look she most likely gave could be registered in his mind. Walking over to the nearest table he set his tray, back pack and elbows upon the table.

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Down Time [27 Dec 2004|11:35am]

[ mood | exhausted ]

Water dripped down her back as Stacia laid the soaked paper towel on the back of her neck, cooling off from her combat class. She leans over one of the sinks in the locker room. That's when she noticed that some faint red was blending with the water left in the basin. Her heart quickened as she searched her body for the source.

"Maybe that set with the bladed fans wasn't as clean as I thought." She spoke outloud as she watched blood trickle down the inside of the left forearm. "means I have to work harder... No excuses." Her voiced dropped a little. "there's not time for excuses."

She cleaned off her arm and got into her first aid in her locker. After a treatment of neosporin, gauze, and athletic tape, she felt secure that she wouldn't get sent to the Cleric's office. She changed out of one uniform and into another - preparing for Gymnastics.

'Sweat out the pain, girlfriend. Push out the emotion. We'll put it to constructive use.' She thought to herself.

She glanced up at the clock and in response, she sat on a bench in the middle of the locker room. She hunched over herself and took the time to breathe. Gymnastics is her favorite, and she will pour everything and more into it. It's the only safe outlet for her....

She silenced everything in her, and just breathed..


((I went ahead and moved into passing period between 1st and 2nd... got trigger happy on Stacia))

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[24 Dec 2004|02:39pm]

Happy Holidays, no matter which ones your celebrate them or how you celebrate them ~ from Jadeyn and her alter-ego's, Sera and Stacia Torencia
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And it begins... [21 Dec 2004|12:11am]

Her tires squeeled as she pulled into a parking space late.
"Damnit, I hate parking near the magic wing. Freaks." She grabbed her backpack and gym bag, slammed the door, and ran towards the building - activating the alarm as she joggegd. She busted in through one of the side doors, moving like she owned the place.

Stacia tripped over someone in the hallway, yelling "watch it" back over her shoulder. Some freaky little moon elf caster or something. Who cares anyway. Casters are just a bit too into thier oen little world of mysticism for her tastes.

She noticed a fight almost break out in the hallways. "Thugs, no style." She puffs under her breath. Somethings makes the Avariel stop in her tracks. On the billboard near the commons is a poster with two very familiar faces.

"Memorial services for two departed students to be held next Friday at 4pm. All are invited."

The eyes of her lost love stare her down. Her body froze as she forced her heart down into a stable place agian. In a flash, she tore down the poster and let it fall to the ground. In the next instant - she was in the lockerroom - suiting up for comabt.

"Time to work, girlie..." she spoke to herself under her breath. She opened her fans and started moving through her Katas...

((First hour Exotic Combat- Fan... Sorry, I'm bad at starting a story))
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OOC notation [20 Dec 2004|10:01pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Hey, just so everyone knows, Chezza's journal is an lj, so if any of the other characters have internet access, they can leave comments on her journal ^.^ Thats all I have to say, C-ya!

-- Jett

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[20 Dec 2004|07:44pm]

[ mood | creative ]

With a soft purr, Isato's custom made car slid into a parking space. One good thing about having money, you could buy what you want, rather then getting something cheap that would be cramped. And he needed room with his wings. He slide out of the car, Sachi getting out of her seat, and hit the button to close the roof on the little convertible. He pulled his bag out of the car and locked it before turning to look at Sachi. The two gave each other a smile, then locked arms and began heading for the school. Isato's head moved slightly as his eyes wandered over the groups outside of the school, taking in who was still here. He nodded slightly to one human, a friend of his who returned the slight movement.

Then the two was inside the large school and in the middle of the crowds. Sachi was almost bouncing with excitement as she caught sight of the new students. She gave Isato a quick hug and kiss. "See you at band later today. Be sure to get my violin when you go out to the car."

"I will love. Now run along and play." He gave her a squeeze then ruffled her hair slightly, to which she stuck her tongue out at him for, before vanishing into the crowd. With another soft smile at her back, he turned around and walked in the direction of his class.

He caught sight of another one of his friends as he walked down the hallway, a half-orc will multiple piercings over his body. He changed his course, and "accidentally" bounced off the other's shoulder. They stared at each other in silence, the other's cronies staring in anticipation of the fight. Then they both took a step back and bowed to the other. With a final nod, Isato turned and walked away. The other's cronies stared at their leader as he turned back and said simply, "Takes martial arts classes with me."

Walking into his Alchemy class early, Isato sat down in the same seat he always did, near the back. Not because he was a delinquent, but because his wings where hard to see by. He pulled out a sketchbook from his back and went to work on his current drawing, paying attention to anyone who entered the class long enough to see who they were before going back to work.

(So anyone who has Alchemy first period can enter now, and I'll say something back to him or her if they talk to Isato.)

(Oh, and a little note, I changed Isato to a Teifling rather then a Fey'ri. Just so you folks know.)

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Ah, the beginning of the year.... [20 Dec 2004|01:57pm]
[ mood | bored ]

((Yay! Anyone in first period with her can jump in ^.^ Oh oh! And the remarks are her inner thoughts. Just so ya know. )) 

Cheeza shook her head as she blasted through the school schedualing process. It was her second year, so she wasn't really that uncomfortable with it anymore. Pushing some hair out of her face though, she couldn't help but recall the annoyingly borring orientation speaches.  That was the only thing she really couldn't stand about the whole thing. The speaches. Reiteration of the school rules for all the 'newbs' who would be coming into the school.  But well, such was life.
  Bright green eyes shining out from her tanned skin and Black hair, she sighed a little. Rune casting. Not her favorite subject, but not the worst either. She'd rather just skip it and go right to creative writing, but she knew that wasn't an option. She'd be glad to get into the class just the same though, because she was getting looks.
She wasn't horribly scarred or anything, no no, this was a much worse phenomina, she had.. a reputation. 'Enviornmentalist nut' was the phrase they'd adopted for her.
But this year, she thought maybe she'd replace it with something. Something along the lines of 'Blitzball Captain'. That made her smile.

  That wasn't the end of her enviornmental crusade though. Sometimes, she got the feeling that she was the only one who gave a crap about the planet and what was happening to it. Maybe it was her rural upbringing, she didn't know.

"Ms. Pamuy..."

  Chezza blinked. The teacher was adressing her. Crap I was daydreaming on my first day!? Not a good way to start the year ya...?"
Looking up, she found that the teacher, a middle-aged Moon Elf, was looking at her expectantly. She sat up a little straighter then, in an attempt to look like she was paying more attention than she actually was.

"Ms. Pamuy I was just asking everyone to take out their casting stones, and by everyone, you were included..." He told her with a stern look.

  Getting the message loud and clear, Chezza pulled her casting stones from her backpack, and after a quick glance around, got out her notepad and pencil as well. This seemed to satisfy the teacher and the lesson began....

Oh how I wish I were in Blitz Practice right now....

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First Day [19 Dec 2004|11:05am]
[ mood | aggravated ]

The breeze was supple through the leaves, still full of life and untouched by the coming fall. The daylight burned into every corner of the world, tearing through drapes, slithering through cracks in doors and up onto the walls of every sanctuary. He hissed as the first rays of dawn had broken into his sanctum, but finally he could no longer take it. Throwing the sheets from his form he turned and settled on the edge of the bed with a sigh, even in the drape strangled light of his room he squinted.

He looked at the clock and realized he had hours before he had to be at the Merridian High Compound. He wrapped himself in clothes that were to large for him, a dress shirt that was unbuttoned over a T-shirt that read : "Vith'os". Baggy jeans with runic symbology down the sides he had embroidered himself. It was more for show than anything else, although he had enchanted them with ever-clean-ness as an experiment. The only problem is that they repelled water, and so were still slightly stiff and smelled of the Mall. He lifted his backpack, he had read the first five chapters of all of his school books, it was out of sheer boredom that he had resulted to such exploits.

But, it was a good lesson. He'd turned Dr. Pepper into snot and left it for a mindless jock to drink at the Mall a few days ago, the expression had been priceless. Unfortunately, Matron had gotten wind of his trick and he had been forced to promise not to use Magic for a week. Luckily, today was the last day and he was able to start casting once more.

He closed the door and wrote a small rune over the knob, it was a simple Mage lock spell that he'd augmented. Unless they knew the rune, he didn't realize it, but Matron had watched him write the spell and could easily dispel the lock. But, it gave him a sense of security into his Lions Den. Down the hallway he went and down the stairs, he passed the Matrons Male, and gave a slight nod to him. He had always wanted to be called Father, but it wasn't until the past ten years that he had obliged the man.

"Father." And a nod of the head was given in greeting to the man as they passed.

"Erule." He said as he passed into the bathroom where he would spend the next half hour of the day, doing whatever he did in the morning. Erule made his way from the foot of the stairs into the dining room. Breakfast was laid out and the Matron looked up and immediately lost her temper. Her pale eyes flashing crimson as she pointed at the shirt he wore.

"Erule... For all that is good. If you wear that shirt out, you better be moving out because there is no way I'm going to let you wear that to your first day of school. Go upstairs and change, or I swear I will change it into a pink shirt and force you to wear it or go naked."

Erule sighed, and dropped his backpack down onto the ground at his feet. He reached into it and drew out a red shirt that had a symbol of Alchemy on it for "Blood", he held it up and said. "Is this all right then?" When she nodded he pulled the shirt off and dropped it into his backpack, but the Matron quickly walked across the room and snatched it up from his backpack, proceeding to throw it into the garbage with a sigh.

"Sometimes I don't know what to do with you Erule... "

Erule moved over to the table and set the backpack under his chair with a confident smile. "Feed me?"

She laughed and gave a conceding nod, drawing out the massive breakfast from the kitchen to set at the table. They were all early risers, mainly because of light sensitivity, but Matron always seemed to be up and ready for anything. Its why Erule respected her and didn't resent her. Through breakfast they talked little, occasionally Jellar, or "Father" as he liked to be called, would ask about after school activities, Blitz Ball especially and Erule would shake his head and disappointedly bring up interest in martial arts and fencing, or alchemy and rune casting, the two classes he was very interested in this year. Advanced Combat would be useful, he felt comfortable with daggers, but he wanted to be able to throw better and that's what he was hoping to learn this year. He finished and still had time to blow, so instead of waiting for a rid from Jellar, he decided to walk to school.

He was out the door, adoptive parents casting hopeful glances and wishful words after him, he grabbed up a loose red windbreaker with a reversed pentacle on his way out. He immediately pulled out his sunglasses and MP3 player hiding in the depths of the earphones and tinted glass. He adjusted the massive headphones to encompass the point of his ear and all. There were no real good headphones that were made for Elven or Drow ears and it had always annoyed him, so instead he bought the largest and most expensive ones to simply completely cover them.

He listened to the latest in Indie music, An all Drow death metal band, back to back with NIN. He also tried listening to some of the Elven Music his mother had given him, but he ended up simply skipping it and moving back to NIN and the Death Metal. He wandered the streets, hands in his pockets and felt some cash snuck into his clothing by the Matron. He smiled slightly and moved through the streets, the entire time digital voices echoed through his sensitive ears. He made his way towards the school and found that he had arrived a half an hour earlier than the school actually started.

With an annoyed sigh he began to move towards the Magic Department. He rolled the backpack under his arm and began to unzip it to find his class schedule, but the entire leather bottom of the pack tore open beneath the weight of his tomes and random items. Quick hands lashed out and saved the two things that were important, a Game Boy Advance was palmed and his 30G MP3 player that was nearing capacity. He had both in palm as the contents of his backpack spilled out onto the floor in the empty hallway. His doodles, stories and poems scattered in every direction, as did his pencils, books and any other random item he had hidden in his pack.

He dropped to his knee's and pulled off his jacket, setting it on the ground to gather his items in. He sighed heavily, both electronic gadgets slipping into his pockets as he pulls the headphones down. He mutters the entire time.

"Don't Enchant your backpack Erule, you don't need too. It might interfere with any projects you're working on for school Erule, you know your Shadow Weave is unreliable Erule... Well. So is shoddy workmanship... I wonder what third world country this piece of crap was made in."

He did not notice anyone approach, and would continue on his way to gather up his things in his jacket if no one approached.

((Open to any and all! Well, save for the unconscious guy. *grins*))

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[20 Dec 2004|08:33am]
[ mood | injured ]

First RP post! Yay!

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[19 Dec 2004|10:03am]


What are we calling the area that Merridian High is in? I've called it Merridian City in my solo-post, but I might be wrong, y'know? Oh, and I'll be having Jiji start off in the medical centre at the school... hehe... read all about it in the solo post once I post it at midnight!
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[16 Dec 2004|10:05pm]

Sachi's applicationCollapse )
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[16 Dec 2004|11:02am]

'ello folks, just made Isato's journal, green_sword. Here's his newly updated bio.

Character Application:Collapse )
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Character info! ^.^ [16 Dec 2004|12:28am]
[ mood | amused ]

Name: Jett
Age: 24
Contact Info:
AIM: Hitsuzen Yuko
YIM: Nanami_Tendo
Email: Umikoyuy@yahoo.com
OOC Journal: Jet_Leonheart

Characters Name: Chezza Pamuy
Characters Journal: Pamuy_Chezza
Race: Avariel/Wood Elf
Age: 16
Grade: 10th
Hair: black
Eyes: pale green
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120 lbs
Physical Description: Chezza has a slight build, taking after her avariel mother almost exclusively in the physiological department. Topigraphically however, she most resembles her father, having darkly tanned skin and short, raven colored hair that hangs loosely about her face save for a long rat-tail like braid in the back.It has a habit of haning into her eyes though, and she's constantly trying to brush her hair out of her face. Her bones are hollow, making her seem a bit more fragile that most elves, but this is a trait she shares with the avariel. Her eyes seem to burn brightly in contrast to the rest of her, another trait inherited from her mother. She likes to wear a variety of clothing, though her favorite outfit is a bair of black pants and a green camo babydoll Tee, with red and white tennishoes, which she really only wears because it's against school policy for students to go barefoot. She has two pericings in each ear, the lower ones steached out to 10g. Other than that, any other jewelry she wears is made of all natural materials, stone beads, hemp cord, etc. Unlike her mother however, Chezza does not have wings.

Characters Personality/Background: Chezza was raised on an Island far from Merridian, where she was taught to cherish nature and everything on the planet. She moved to Merridian with her parents when she was in the 9th grade, and found the change rather hard. When she was enrolled in Merridian High, she set out to make the schools population more aware of the enviornment and it's needs, quickly becoming all but a militant enviornmentalist. While she has many supporters and a few friends, she has also become the target of most of the popular students, who feel that they can't be bothered with stupid things like recycling and enviornmental awareness.
She also brought with her a love of poetry,and frequents coffee houses where she usually performs on amature poetry nights. She can be very caring, but her concern for the planet and it's needs can be a bit overwhelming to most people who meet her. However, she also has an accoustic guitar which is almost always with her, and that can sometimes help to lighten the mood when she is feeling awkward.

Characters Schedule:
1st - rune casting
2nd - Creative writing
3rd - Exotic weapon mastery (Naginada)
- lunch -
4th - psychology
5th - Beginners combat
6th - cooking

- teams -

blitzball (Mon, Wed, Fri)

Poetry (Tues, Thurs)
Enviornmental Awareness club (1st Saturday of the month)
Art Club (Wed, before Blitz practice)

Anything else we should know? Chezza has a slight accent that she says her words with, and a healthy liking of seafood in just about all it's forms. she's also an avid swimmer and just can't keep herself out of the water. Her avariel body structures makes her an amazingly fast swimmer, and if no one else surfaces this season, she has a good chance of being made captain of the school Blitzball team, the Merridian Sharks. She also has a habit of introducing herself Surname first. (I.E. "Pleased to meet you, my name is Pamuy Chezza.")

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Mod postyness! [15 Dec 2004|11:15pm]

[ mood | amused ]

Alright, I think we have sufficient players that we can...*Trumpets*
However, since I know some of you are still trying to get everything in order, we're going to wait.
So, that being said, the rp will officially start on Sunday, Dec. 19th at 12:00am. (I.E. Dec. 20th :þ)
There you go folkes ^.^ C-ya!!

-- Jett

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[15 Dec 2004|10:00pm]

I fixed Stacia's class schedual, and each girl has their own journals under thier respective names. I'm using this journal as a player post type thing.

Forgive the rambling, Southpark and Drawn Together des bad things to the Jadeyn *evil grin*

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