Brookestone Academy is a highly prestigious all girls boarding school. The occupants are expected to do great things when they grow up: lawyers, doctors, politicians, scientists, etc; They aren't thinking about English. Who cares about old dead poets anyway? When a new English teacher arrives, she teaches like no other professor at Brookestone. She… begins something. Something wonderful. Something powerful. Something that will break the Art of Conformity.
This seems interesting… May I?
Hey babe! You rang?
May I?
Yes, yes, and yes! I'm going to be the teacher and you can all be students at the Academy. Template will be up shortly.
Noice!
Okay, so all of the girls pretty much conform to the norm for the beginning of the rp. If they're defiant, it isn't, like, huge, word-shaking rebellion against the school. Keep that in mind when constructing their personality please! ;)
Thank you! And I'll do my best!
Name:
Nicknames:
Age: (15-18)
Gender: (All girls! ;)
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Usual Outfit: (apart from the school uniforms)
Personality:
Family History/Background:
Expected Occupation:
Hobbies:
Theme Song:
Flaws:
Quotes: (things your character says often)
Other:
Name: Adalise Lansing
Nicknames: Fair Portia (you'll see… ;)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual. She does lean more toward guys, but she's been around girls so much that it's starting to sway her opinion (much to the horror of her fellow professors).
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/333125703663548479/
Usual Outfit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/361062095119397637/
Personality: She can come off as floaty and a bit peculiar at first, but you learn that there is always a method to her "madness". She is compassionate and understanding towards the girls, though they don't always know why. Sometimes, she creates worlds in her mind and gets lost in them.
Family History/Background: Her father died when she was young, so she never really had a male influence on her life. She has an older sister, Madeline, who is two years older than her. Her mother is a renowned physician, and Madeline is a fierce courtroom lawyer.
Expected Occupation: She's a teacher, but her sister keeps trying to urge her into a more "practical" career.
Hobbies: Sewing, reading, writing, taking leisurely walks around the grounds, eating butterscotch
Theme Song: Escape (The Piña Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes
Flaws: Her teaching methods (according to the other professors)
Quotes:
Other: She has a Bengal cat that no one knows the name of.
Name: Vittoria Voltori
Nicknames: Vitta, Tiana, Volt
Age: 17
Gender: Female, She/her
Sexuality: Raging lesbian (At School. At home she's very closeted since her father disapproves)
Appearance: She has soft hazel nut brown hair that's long and wavy, reaching the small of her back. Usually, its braided neatly or cascading down her back. She has a stubborn curl that refuses to stay down, so instead she just lets it be. She has big, round, brown eyes that are framed by soft lashes. Her cheeks are a rosy red, and her skin is a pale tan. She has a small chest and small hips, but an hourglass figure.
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/451063718900146987/ (Much like this)
Usual Outfit: Out of school she usually wears something similar to this: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/499899627369865951/
Personality: Vittoria is a sweet and innocent sweetheart that's kind and generous to others. She's very bouncy and happy, but is also very, very emotional. She doesn't do well with negativity. She's very tender hearted, so don't be to harsh on her.
Family History/Background: Her father is a well known Scientist and she never met her mother, since she died when Vittoria was born. She has an older brother who has become a Chemist.
Expected Occupation: She's expected to become a well known Doctor.
Hobbies: Singing and dancing (Her father disapproves), sewing, drawing, taking sunbaths, lying beneath a tree and reading (secretly)
Theme Song: Castle - By Halsey
Flaws: She's overly energetic at times, slips into Italian or Russian, and she's very fidgety.
Quotes: (things your character says often)
Other: She has a small husky, Blizzard, that is her constant companion. She needs him due to her depression. He is a service dog. He helps with her depression. Looks like this: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/95138610861145853/
Name: Astrea Campion, last name at birth is Cantor
Nicknames: Star
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual, but she’s not out.
Appearance: Dark brown hair cut to just below her shoulders, usually in curls(think Peggy Carter). Her eyes are multicolored and constantly changing up with the lighting and what she’s wearing. You look at her, they’re greenish grey, you look away and then back two seconds later, and they’re blue. Slight heterochromia, in that they both tend to be slightly different from the other. Her skin is on the darker side of olive-toned, and somehow absolutely flawless, like she’s never had acne. She’s decently muscled, but more on the curvy side of the spectrum,
Usual Outfit: Black skinny jeans, black ankle boots with four inch heels. A long sleeved white v-neck and a navy blue blazer. A silver family ring with her family’s crest on it that she either wears on a silver chain around her neck, or on her right hand. The only thing that doesn’t match her dressed-to-take-your-money-in-court look is the yellow and black hand woven friendship bracelet she wears.
Personality: Her goals are her whole life, and she has a tendency to forget to enjoy life on accident. Strong-willed and seems like she could kick your ass verbally and physically, if needed. Speaks with a slight Spanish accent that strengthens when she’s emotional, more often when she’s pissed. Would do anything for the people she considers family, and has a strong moral compass, even if it’s hard to tell just what os and isn’t okay by her personal rules. Secretly adores music and theater. Can’t stand physical contact, to the point of it causing panic attacks if for too long. Can be manipulative when she wants to be.
Family History/Background: Despite very much coming across as a girl from a high class family, she’s actually not. Her mother was disowned by her family after falling in love with an actor, something that was considered reprehensible by her family. Her and her twin brother grew up in a very creative household, with various family friends. Her parents were victims of a mugging gone wrong, according to the police, when she was fourteen, and that was when she found out she had other family. Her grandparents took her and her brother to live with them in France, where her mother was from, but it was obvious they were thought of as less than their other family members. Her brother became the fuck up, refusing to buy into the toxic family atmosphere, and actually ran away.
Expected Occupation: Lawyer or politician, though lawyer is the main focus.
Hobbies: Reading, anything she can. Listening to music when she gets the chance. Stargazing. Debate.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0MGs-_9hkw
Flaws: When she sets her mind on something, she will not stop. Has a tendency to work till she burns out. Gal never eats or sleeps, it seems. Like, no one ever sees her do either of those things. Can’t sit still ever.
Quotes: “Are those your only two options?” “Actually-” “I don’t give up.” “It’s my last cup of coffee.”
Other: Photographic and eidetic memory.
I love them both! <3
Thanks, I'm glad she's okay.
Thanku~
They're wonderful! Just need Qxeen to post theirs, I'll probably close it, and we can get started!
(Sorry about that! I was at school)
Name: Zyra Everett
Nicknames: Zy, Everett (Does that count? People like to use her last name a lot)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance: Probably around 5'7. Wavy/Curly black hair that's up to her lower back, but there are some days where her hair is a bit straighter. Rich brown eyes with black ring that kinda fades into grey, they look light brown/gold under direct light. Chocolate colored skin with a hint of olive, stitches right above her left eyebrow, and has glasses. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OWv3jPdBtLgRtD6B0uvEGPjeoNiAV9KNmsVGPsZHdqk/edit
Usual Outfit: Anything comfortable and is also not a bright color. So usually hoodies, and black pants or something like that
Personality: INFP-T, pessimist, can be super loud or super quiet sometimes, sarcastic af, bit protective of friends, has a hard time trusting people because of her past
Family History/Background: She comes from a middle-class family that is very strict about what she does, eats, says, wears, literally everything. Her mother and father are both engineers and they want her to be one too, since they think no other job (except being a doctor) pays the best.
Expected Occupation: Doctor or engineer
Hobbies: Reading, drawing, singing (only when she's alone), listening to music, stargazing, debating with her friends for fun
Theme Song:
Flaws: Curses a lot, can be a bit cold-hearted at first, sarcastic, thinks down on herself a lot, selfless for her friends
Quotes:
Other: I'm terrible at making characters
(Is she okay?)
(She's great! And the nickname thing is fine too.)
(Thanks!)
The peach blossom trees that surrounded the campus of Brookestone Academy seemed to glow a little brighter the day of the Academy's The Opening Ceremony. Girls, ages ranging from 11 to 18, were clustered in small groups in a small courtyard. There were cobblestones beneath their feet, a bubbling fountain in the middle, and an assortment of brightly colored flowers. Pink, purple, yellow, orange. The girls looked around the beautiful courtyard and whispering about what awaited them inside.
Outsiders claimed that to get into the school, you would have to stand on a platform in front of everyone and recite scientific equations by memory. Others said it was based on your IQ score. A rumor was spread that it was wealthy people who got sure spots and the "poor" families had to fight for the remaining spots. However, since the majority of "outsiders" were boys or jealous girls who didn't get in, most people dismissed these as non-truths and went about their days. The matter especially didn't seem to affect the girls in the courtyard, as everyone that was there had gotten in. After a while of boisterous conversations, a teacher, who's name was Mrs. LaSont, entered the courtyard and it fell respectfully silent at once.
"Follow me, please, in a single file line," she said simply. The older girls ushered the younger girls into their places, and they all set off for the Main Hall. The Main Hall, in fact, wasn't even a hall. It was a large room. All the girls admitted into Brookestone Academy were seated in the neat rows of pews that remind some of the younger ones more of a church than a high school. The headmistress, Madam Amherst, lead the precession of teachers to the front of the room. Once everyone was arranged properly, the headmistress looked out across the sea of girls. "Ladies," she began as always, "what are the four pillars?"
In unison, the entire hall stood up and spoke.
"Practicality
Elegance
Transcendence
Obedience."
Madam Amherst gestured that they could sit down. "Today… is a day of glorious acceptance. A day when girls, no matter their current age, become women. We celebrate your successes in getting admitted, for some of you yet another year, to Brookestone Academy." A round of applause here. "As you know, Brookestone Academy graduated just 2 girls in her first year. Look around you now. See how much we have grown." She paused for the girls to do so, then resumed. "A few start of term announcements are relevant for this semester. First off, our beloved English teacher, Ms. Veyard, has retired. In her place, is Miss Lansing." Madam Amherst motioned to the teacher's bench. All gazes turned to the fresh, young face that smiled back at them. Assured that Miss Lansing had been introduced, Madam Amherst continued. "Now, a few other things. All of you will receive your class schedules shortly, within the next 24 hours you can be sure. Study parties are permitted with the supervision of a professor. Dorm rooms are assigned. You will get your partner once you leave the Hall." Madam Amherst looked out across the hall. "Welcome to Brookestone Academy."
With the sign of dismissal, girls were released by ages to the school's lobby for their dorm assignments. Younger girls first, and the oldest girls would be last.
((So, uh, just for clarification, would our characters be waiting for their dorm assignments?))
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Astrea sat quietly, face eerily reminiscent of a statue and void of all emotion as she listened. Once the introduction speech had been completed, she watched the younger girls leave the hall, her mind moving a mile a minute behind her mask. She was here. She had made it. That meant she wasn't a screw-up, a disgrace to her grandparents. And most of all, it meant that someday, she'd be able to earn their approval.
The family ring on her right hand suddenly felt heavy, and she was reminded for a second of the myth of Atlas. "With the mess this family is, I feel for you, Star. But I can't do it anymore." Her brother's parting words to her flashed through her mind, and her eyes flickered down to the bracelet on her wrist. Just a split second, but enough to fill her with confidence, and maybe a slight bit of hope. She could do this.
Adelise Lansing looked over the hall as the girls exited by age. She was very excited to be a professor here, especially being an alumni. The welcome from the staff had been more than what Adelise had expected. Her classroom was wonderful, and with a few touches, she could make it hers. She turned to look over at the teacher sitting next to her: Mrs. LaSont. However, the mathematics professor sat rigidly and stared right ahead out at the girls, as if making sure none broke the rules before they were even in their dorm rooms. Adelise pressed her lips together and mimicked the behavior. It felt tight.
Vittoria was very quiet, which was different for the young adolescent. She was usually a bright and happy soul, more then welcoming towards what she considered her family. But she felt like an outsider among them, sure, she was rich. And her father agreed to, more like forced, her to come to this school. But she felt different. She was artistic, a lover or poetry, novels, paints, arts, but here she was. A place full of more left brain people. She was more emotional, more creative. Sure, she liked order. But. She also wished to be free. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, that stubborn curl still poking out. Her head was down, so her face couldn't be seen. She reached up, feeling the small, thin chain around her neck. She smiled a little. I hope I can make you proud, mama.