Simone looked up to the other new person and waved. "Yea sadly, but I'm going to try and find the dorms… or whatever they call rooms here." She told them, walking off. She saw a sign pointing to the sleeping quarters and she followed it. She went up a couple flights of steps before arriving to the rooms. She took her letter back out which told her what her room number was and she started scanning the hall. She looked for number 204, which was most likely on the right side, still carrying her suitcase. Simone finally arrived to the door which said 'Welcome, Simone Reyes.' She felt a bit weirded out that they knew her name and made her a whole schedule but she didn't care much, she just needed sleep before jet-lag settled in. There was no door handle to her room which was pretty strange but a student passing by saw her struggling and explained how it worked.
"There's no knob, it's already somewhat encoded with your DNA so you just walk through and that's it."
Simone hummed to show that she knew how to do it and thanked the person before the left. She stepped through the door and put her bags down.
Darya shrugged. "Okay then. Maybe I should go find my room too?" She hoped this place would be near an ocean, but there was no body of water in sight, except for a rather large fountain in the middle of the courtyard. She hoped there would be a pool somewhere, but even pools were gross and dirty.
Looking for an upside to things, she went to her room, 207. There wasn't a handle so she just pushed it open.
(oof guys I'm sorry this sucked but i am so tired! so sorry )
"Hm, okay, I should probably go as well." Florence announced, waving goodbye to the others that remained. "Well, I guess I'll see you guys around!" She added, wheeling her suitcase along with her. After a few moments of following signs pointing in the direction of the dormitories, Florence finally reached the entrance and pulled out her acceptance letter. Your room will be located on the second floor, and will be room 215. She read, instantly making her way to the stairwell. Now on the second floor, the girl stopped in front of her door. "No handle, eh?" She muttered, eyeing the door suspiciously. None of the other doors had handles, so maybe there was a trick to it.
Just as she was about to nudge the bottom of the door with her foot, Florence realized a few seconds too late that her foot had gone through the door instead. Clamping her eyes shut, Florence allowed herself to fall since she had no way of really stopping herself. With her right leg still out in the hallway, and her left leg as well as her chin planted on the floor, she let out a loud sigh. "This school is gonna put me in the hospital…" She said, gathering herself and standing up.
(Don't worry about it, we all have lives outside of this!)
The second Simone finished putting her belongings where they went, she flopped down on the bed, setting an alarm for when to go to the admissions office so they can explain her classes to her. She had no idea how the school worked at all and she wasn't awake enough to deal with it. She played enough witch games and watched a lot of tv shows so it shouldn't be to hard.
(HEY i know Im a bit late but I just read this whole thing and it looks super interesting, can I join?)
(Yes yes ofc! Just hurry with theform
Darya has read in her letter that the rooms would be costumized for each student- so she was pretty disappointed when she entered a room with bare white walls, a tiny bed, and a single dresser. Then she spied a little note on the bed, explaining that she just had to spend one night in the room and then it would mold itself to her dream room.
Yuzuki had said a quick thank you in response to the two commenting on her ears. When Florence left, she turned to Vita after waving. "They've probably got the right idea. I think I'll head to my dorm too, just to get settled and stuff. See you around, hopefully!" She smiled, then turned and walked towards the dorm building. "Oookaay, and my room is…" Yuzuki glanced at her letter. "211." She walked to her room, then looked at it with a confused expression. "Uh…" It…didn't have a doorknob? How was she supposed to open it? She sighed, going to lean on it. Maybe someone who knew what they were doing would know what was going on. That wasn't what happened. With a screech, Yuzuki fell through the door. "What the?!" she exclaimed. Her suitcase was half in as well. She pulled it the rest of the way through, then got up and poked her finger through the door. Shrugging, Yuzuki let it be. "Magical high school, magical door. Guess I should have predicted something like this." She got to unpacking her stuff. Clothes went in the dresser, her school supplies were already in her satchel bag for school, and other items went in a few collapsing bins that Yuzuki had packed into her suitcase.
Florence sat down on her bed and bounced around on the edge of it a bit. It was new and she could tell. All and all, the room actually wasn't that bad looking. The walls inside were painted eggshell and there were hardwood floors. Even though the wood is fake, it looks nice. Florence thought, imagining her old room. The only reason she had been able to leave so soon was because her and her mother had been getting ready for weeks. Scanning the room once more, Florence pulled her suitcase to her feet and opened it up. Out of it, she pulled clothes and toiletries.
Any normal person would have noticed by now, that the amount of items the red head was pulling from the case was abnormal. A few streets from her mother's house lived an old woman with a pure white cat who practiced witch craft. This old lady had helped Florence by giving her a special lining for her bag that allowed items to shrink once placed inside. At the time, Florence had thought the item not that helpful but was extremely grateful for it now.
Moments later, Florence heard a screech and cringed. Must've been the door again. She thought, remembering her own painful trip through the entrance of the door.
(Sure thing, I will write my character's part tomorrow, and I will make it fit in the story.)
Name: Kleera Iron
Species/Magic: Demi-Harpy
Age:15
Gender:female
Sexuality:asexual
Powers (try around 3 if you're being specific, and one if you're talking generally): main power is manipulation of air (though her powers are still developing), can shape air into wings for limited amount of time), can see in the dark, heightened senses. (i guess you could also include her talons and fangs as powers but not really???)
Personality: speaks her mind, impulsive, short tempered, loyal, kind when she wants to be, over-protective, prideful but not cocky, has a hard time making friends, tends to judge people too quickly, will fight for what she believes in (i guess we'll see more of her personality as the rp goes on… but she came from a family of strongly bred demi-harpies so she is loyal to her bloodline)
Appearance: Her half Harpy appearance includes vibrant green eyes with slitted pupils, iron fangs(retractable), armoured skin around hands, neck, chest, stomach, legs(from knees to ankles and feet, and retractable (about 3 inch) talons (hands and feet), slightly pointed ears. her human features are pixie cut white hair, tan (caribbean/islander) skin, and a short, but lean build. Clothes often include jeans of any ripped variety, vintage t-shirts and sweaters, and black vans.
Likes: Rock music(or music of most kinds), doodling, breezes, BOBA TEA, comfortable clothes, gliding
Dislikes: tight clothes, confined spaces, loud flushing noises, fire, arrogant ignorant people
Other: is a skilled and experienced fighter in the Iron household, which is a prestigious Demi-Harpy family who are known for their fierce, territorial battle instincts. They are HIGHLY respected. (also give me any possible suggestions for her character development)
Special Markings/etc?: small silver tattoo of a feather behind right ear, nose ring in left nostril, crazy eyes i guess
Arryn looked around and played with a small locker around her neck. It was filled with a light blue substance that seemed to glow every few seconds.
Keela Iron stared blankly at the entrance to her dorm, with the small door label 227. In her left hand, she clutched the admission letter that had arrived in her window via owl mail in her families private estate in Oahu, a little too early in the morning if you ask her. Of course, her parents had expected the letter from day one, constantly reminding Keela that she was "The pride of the Iron name." and "The strongest bred member of the family since great- uncle Mico." Quite honestly, she was sick of it. Sick of the nonstop attention and praise simply because she had iron talons and teeth, and that she had the faintest whisper of the heirloom air magic. All of the Iron children had attended this highschool since the family's earliest demi-breeds. She had a lot to live up to, whether it was Nia's intellect, Manon's strength, or Bruck's great personality.
In her right hand she gripped her silver suitcase until her rough knuckles turned white. With a sigh, Keela stepped through the door and into the small, rather disappointing dorm room. She frowned and dropped her suitcase by the twin sized bed. Keela hopped onto the springy mattress and sprawled out, her acid green eyes lazily fixed on the aged, peeling ceiling. Mirra, her eldest sibling, had told her that it took a night for the room to "adjust to her personality" before it could change in any way. Keela only hoped that the room would have a large wardrobe, thinking of her suitcase practically bursting at the seems. And a window. A wide open window that over looked the entire campus, and let the cool breeze in to ruffle her pixie cut white hair.
Keela faintly scratched the small silver feather tattoo behind her ear and rolled her head to look at the door that had probably let in countless Iron siblings in years past. Again, she frowned. Her mother had told her to make friends, but "acceptable friends. No rag-tag bunch of goonies that will embarrass your sibling's reputation." she had said. Keela didn't really enjoy the idea of having to share anything, especially secrets, with anyone. Not her family, and especially not strangers.
But then the demi-harpy smiled a wicked grin, her iron canines on full display. She was going to find the most misfitted-rag tag-absolutely-random-and-embarrassing-to-the-Iron-name group of students she could find and make them close as family. If she couldn't enjoy her time here, them she'd make her family's a living hell.
(Speaking of too early in the morning, may I join?)
(Your character is based off of Manon from the throne of glass series right?)
so when will the classes start?//
( @CW_StrarkSpangledBanner yes. yes she is.)
((The next day, and for RP’s sake, let’s just say they all have the same class first hours
(Cool. I'll be on a decent amount today, though the weather isn't the best where I live, so my replies may be bit spotty.)
(I love the throne of glass!!!)
Umm…
So what do we do now that the RP creator is a deleted user?? Does this just die?
man I sure hope not. i've been thinking about this character way to long if thats the case
(Maybe we can just continue?)
