Honestly. They weren’t angry so much as annoyed. The quest part was exciting, but being paired with the most (seemingly) incompetent person at Sir Waverley’s Institute for Gifted Individuals was an insult.
Character A is the Hermione of school, notorious smartass, and most certainly a know-it-all.
Character B is an indifferent, careless imp, neglecting class and generally causing a hubbub. They’re actually quite smart (albeit hardheaded) but couldn’t care less.
Unfortunately, these two get paired for a quest to find the missing artifact from Sir Waverley’s library: The Sextant. It can take you wherever you want to go, if you know what you’re doing. It’s fallen into the wrong hands (of course) and its our job to retrieve it, if we don’t hang each other by our entrails first.
RULES:
cursing is welcomed
LGBTQ+ is preferred
andrews rules apply
tell me your triggers please
you may ! let me know your triggers and i’ll put up a character template tomorrow!
Thank you!!!! I don't really have actual triggers myself, but I'm pretty uncomfortable with rape and extreme gore
(This looks really fun, I’m gonna stalk this lmao)
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Age:
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Appearance:
Sexuality:
Race:
Eyes:
Hair:
Face:
Body:
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here's the template! do you want to be Character A or B? i would prefer to be A but you can pick
(also hi ash lmao welcome to the chaos)
of course! i will fill out my character rn
(this is my most fleshed out character and i love him)
Name: Simon Percival Andrews
Age: 17
Gender/Pronouns: it/they/he (in order of preference)
Appearance: Dark brown slightly curly hair, big grey eyes rimmed with long lashes. Tall, about 6'1''. No facial hair or anything; thin-lipped, a Roman nose, and high cheekbones. Raspy voice due to a childhood incident (more in background), really, really pale skin; long fingers and wiry frame, round bronze glasses
Sexuality: omniromantic demisexual
Race: caucasian-japanese
Eyes: grey
Hair: dark brown
Face: thin, high eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips
Body: skinny as hell
Height: 6'1
Typical Clothes: sweaters or hoodies, jeans, sometimes a skirt if it feels like it, doc marten boots, beanies
Personality: withdrawn and distant, but has a lightning wit and a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. extremely loyal to people he likes, but that is a rare occurance.
Background: abused as a child, both physically and emotionally, and attempted suicide at age 13 by cutting their throat, leaving it with a permanently damaged voice box and a soft, raspy voice
Likes: spicy food, rubber ducks, knives!, oranges, muffins
Dislikes: pickles, cheese, haircuts, eggs, people
Strengths: smart, funny, relatively agile
Weaknesses: independent to the point of fault, a social recluse
Fears: spiders, falling to its death, people, failure
Powers?: paralyzation by touch, possession
Pet/Familiar?: a crow named Crispin
Name: Coraline "Cory" Pewter
Age: 16
Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her
Appearance: Coraline has long ginger hair, freckled pale skin, and bright green eyes. She is fairly petite, and has a babyface, to her immense annoyance
Sexuality: Bi
Race: Caucasian
Eyes: Green
Hair: Ginger, wavy, about waist length
Face: Soft and round, with freckles across her cheeks and nose
Body: Petiet and kind of scrawny. Rectangle figure
Height: About 5'2
Typical Clothes: Ripped jeans, combat boots, band tees, and her leather jacket
Personality: Cory is loud, cocky, dramatic, and can be easily angered. She tends to go out her own way, and does not respond very well to authority. She describes herself as "the bi punk bitch your mommy warned ya about". She is, however, actually quite sweet and loyal if she decides she likes you, and is really just awkward and lonely.
Background: Cory refuses to speak of her past. The best she will tell is her relationship with her parents is strained at best, and she actively avoids talking to them. She jokes she got all her arguing skills from them.
Likes: Loud music (especially 80s metal), pranks, sneaking out, skateboarding, cartoons (she thinks animation is the coolest thing), drawing (though she won't show them off), dancing (though she's bad)
Dislikes: Shouting, authority, silence, being alone
Strengths: Pretty confident, good at sneaking around, can talk (or argue) her way out of anything, pretty good in a fight
Weaknesses: Not great with people yelling at her, first response to being locked in a room is to panic, cocky, rash
Fears: Being alone/forgotten
Powers?: Pyrokinesis- She can control and conjure fire
Pet/Familiar?: A small black kitten she calls Inky
(would you like me to post the starter or do you want to)
((Could you post it, please?))
(ofc it'll be up in a few minutes)
Simon sat in class, its legs curled to their chest, meticulously scribbling notes off the board. It wasn't horrible at math, but it could definitely be better, especially in the geometrical department. Crispin sat next to it, watching the room with attentive eyes.
Sir Waverley himself threw open the door suddenly, marching in without a word. Ms. Aspen, the math teacher fell silent.
"We've got a problem," he said, without preamble.
Simon didn't look up, continuing to write.
"The Sextant. From my library. Has been stolen," he said, straightening up to his full height. SIr Waverley was a short man, but extremely burly, and commanded respect. "Today at lunch. I will be picking. Two brave souls. To go retrieve. This priceless artifact. For the benefit. Of mankind."
Sir Waverley also spoke in short snippets, a habit that grated on Simon's nerves. His voice was a flat monotone, and he was also insanely overdramatic. Simon didn't think much of this announcement, but Crispin nudged its hand and they looked up for a moment, making eye contact with SIr Waverley for a moment. It looked back down and scowled, unhappy to be interrupted.
"I hope. I can entrust. Our intrepid pupils. Here at Sir Waverley's Institue for Gifted Individuals. With this monumental task." And with that, Sir Waverley waddled out of the room.
Immediately, all of the students began chattering, hoping (Simon assumed) to be chosen for this 'monumental task' as Sir Waverley so elegantly put it.
Simon rolled its eyes, returning to the equations on their paper with disinterest.
Coraline was actually a little glad she decided to drag herself to class. It's not like she expected to get picked, far from it, but she would have hated to be out of the loop. Besides, it was exciting. The Sextant? Stolen? Sir Waverley's weird way of speaking couldn't even take from the drama!
"Class, please, settle down. I'm sure Sir Waverley will tell us more at lunch. Now. I've talked about this test for the last eight weeks, so I will be most disappointed it anyone gets below a C." Ms. Aspen picked up a sheaf of papers and began passing them around. "It's only on equations and graphing, which is the least difficult thing we've done all year."
Simon frowned, but tucked its paper away and shifted in their chair, preparing itself mentally for the test. They weren't nervous; they had a perfect grade in this class, so even if it did do horrendously, it wouldn't drop its grade much.
Coraline rolled her eyes slightly. Right, this is why she had almost skipped. She never got around to studying for it. She grabbed her pencil, twirling it slightly as she waited for Ms. Aspen to pass out the test, looking down at the paper once it did reach her desk. Right, she could figure this out. It's not like it was actually impossible.
Simon wrote down the answers without showing any work, not really caring if points were taken off of its grade for it. Usually Ms. Aspen was lenient with that sort of thing. Within a few minutes, it was done, and it handed its paper to Crispin, who flew to Ms. Aspen's desk and dropped it into the basket for finished papers. Simon looked over at the red-headed girl who seemed vaguely annoyed, then looked back up at the board.
Coraline bit her lip as she worked, scribbling out a small mistake before continuing. She didn't have much more to do, and she started to fall into a sort of rhythm in solving the problems, making it go by a little faster. Was she doing it right? Maybe not. But it was better to turn in something done wrong than nothing at all, right? She shook her head slightly, refocusing on the equation so she could get it over with.
"Alright. Break is in three minutes, and then you all go to lunch. Hallelujah," Ms. Aspen said, clearly exhausted. Simon lips moved in the ghost of a smile. It was only 11:20. It really did feel bad for the poor teacher. It would die if they had to teach a class full of rowdy teenagers.
