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Welcome to Hillsdale High School! It is your average high school, located in a town in New Jersey, right near the border of New Jersey and New York. Just like any other school, Hillsdale High has cliques, drama, homework, clubs, sports, dances, romance, and all the other fun stuff.

CLUBS:

Games Club

ASB

Stop Bullying Club

Speech and Debate

Cooking

Cheerleading

Band and choir are classes, and do not count as clubs.

SPORTS:

Soccer/Football:

American Football (With the brown ball):

Hockey:

Basketball:

Baseball:

Fastpitch/Softball:

Track:

Tennis:

Swim:

Gymnastics:

CLASSES: (Please keep in mind not every character should be super smart and in advanced/honors classes!)

Each class is ranked from easiest to most advanced.

The following are REQUIRED classes:

History: 1, 2, and Advanced

Math: 1, 2, and Calculus

Science: 1, 2, and Biology Honors

Language Arts: 1, 2, and English Literature

P.E: 1, 2, and Strength/Conditioning

The following are nonrequired, or other classes:

Band

Choir

Home Ec.:

Study Hall:

Business and Marketing:

Broadcasting:

For once, there are no rules! Besides just the no sues rule, and other basic RP rules. I don't give a f about literacy.

FORM:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Personality:

Looks:

Classes(Six):

Crush:

Clubs/Sports:

Other:

Name: Min

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: Min is a girl who thinks she doesn't belong in the world and no one cares about her. In her eyes, she is invisible. Always asking why she exists. Tries to avoid classes.

Looks: She is a skinny girl with other skinny traits (arms, fingers, neck, etc.). She has shoulder length straight black hair. Wears a dress that reaches up to her feet and wears black socks with black Mary Jane shoes.

Classes(Six): History 1, Math 1, Science 1, Language Arts 2, P.E. 1, Home Ec.

Crush: None.

Clubs/Sports: None.

Other: Nothing you'd be interested to know.

...seriously, wat. -is still a little rusty-

Name: Carlotta Marie Jones

Age:14

Gender:Female

Personality: Coming from a line of spanish ancestors, Carlotta is a small yet feiry girl with a sharp temper. She often gets into arguments, and people don't dare disagree with her unless they're a friend of hers, or they have guts. She has a heart deep down, but never decides to show it.

Looks: Carlotta has shoulderblade-length auburn hair, almost brunette that is curly and rather wide hazel eyes that make her look rather innocent, but it really is deceiving. Carlotta's skin is mocha coloured, due to her ancestory. She is short, and kind of lean, and is often mistaken for an eleven year old. She wears skirts that are kind of flowy and stop just below the knees, and often made out of some soft fabrics, and vest tops that are embroidered. She gets these clothes as gifts from her spanish family.

Classes(Six): History 2, Math 1, P.E 2, Language arts 2, Science 1 and Home Ec

Crush: None at the moment

Clubs/Sports: Tennis

Other: Her nationality is four quarters of Spanish, French, American and Australian

Name: Forever Hopkins

Age: 16

Gender:female

Personality:Forever is very shy and keeps to herself most of the time. Mostly sitting aside and listening to music rather than interacting with any people. She can be a little coldhearted when you first meet her, but she's actually very kind and caring. Forever doesn't really catch the attention of anyone, nor does she have any friends. She is very self conscious and doesn't take criticism well. She is quite skinny, often being called anorexic and underweight. She is a good friend to have by your side when you're hurting. She is trustworthy and is the type of person you can entrust your secrets to. She has a good sense of humor and shows that humor to people that actually pay attention to her. If you do make friends with her, she can be a little clingy since she has never really had any good friends before.

Looks:Forever :] (Black eyes, fair skin, and dark brown hair)

Classes: History 1, Calculus, Science 2, Language Arts 1, PE 2, and study hall.

Crush: No one at the moment

Clubs/Sports: Swim

Other: Forever is from England and has a thick english accent.

(Sweet! All of you are accepted!)

Name: Blaze Campbell

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: When others first meet him, Blaze comes off as a rude, easily irritated jerk who doesn't seem to give a crud about what's going on around him. He can be rather blunt, and say things that insult people without ever noticing he offended someone. Which is of course, how he is most of the time to everybody, except his friends. When he's actually around people he likes/trusts, he can still be sort of a jerk, but more nice, and a loyal friend. He has a good sense of humor, which is sort of wicked, and he's pretty darn sharp, and gets good grades. It is advised you don't mess with him, since if you tick him off, he can be very unstoppable. And if you ever get in a relationship with him, expect him to be the dominant one.

Looks: Blaze is a Caucasian, who has light, brown hair, which is kept short since he would never want long hair. He has light, blue eyes. Blaze is 5'9, and weighs about the average for a guy his size. He's pretty athletic, so he's muscular. Which is sort of problematic since this means in a fight, most of the time he can easily beat the stuffing out of people littler than him. Of course, his height and build is sort of an advantage, since then less people decide to pick on him. Which is a good thing. Clothingwise, Blaze wears jeans, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt/hoodie, and nikes. Like your typical male high schooler.

Classes(Six): History 2, Calculus, Science 2, Strength/Conditioning, Language Arts 2 and Study Hall.

Crush: None. Open.

Clubs/Sports: Football, track.

Other: N/A.

*pops up*

Name: Ciaran Parker

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: Ciaran is very reserved, and will only talk to people very grudgingly. He is very much an introvert, and, even though he is quite bright, he will never share his ideas or thoughts, not even if called out on it. He definitely isn't the type to walk up to someone and start a conversation, so if someone wants his company, they'll have to make the first move. He isn't a very trusting person, even towards the people that could be considered his friends, and he is usually suspicious of one person or another. Of course, he won't ever voice his opinions on them, so he just sits on his ideas and lets them fly around in his head.

Looks: Ciaran has dark brown hair, quite long for a boy. It's a wonder he can see at all, because his hair flops down over his face, obscuring his eyes with a few strands almost reaching his nose. It hangs rather limply, not really messy, but with no particular style. His eyes, when you can actually see them, are a simple light brown colour, never giving any sort of clue to what is going on in his mind. He stands at 5'7, and he's quite lanky, with no muscles or bulk at all. He usually hides this with a tatty pair of jeans and a dark hoodie, but this just make it look like his clothes are hanging off him.

Classes: History 2, Calculus, Science 2, Language Arts 1, P.E. 1, Study Hall

Crush: None

Clubs/Sports: Could you see Ciaran doing a sport?

Other: Nope

I'll join later.

(OMG Beth!! Yay! Wait.. I just realized on the last post I made I said "Accepted" even though I had no rule saying I had to accept people.. so ignore that >.< Everyone is automatically accepted!!)

Anyway, this RP is now open!!

Blaze pulled up to the school in his Jeep, and parked neatly for the most part in his parking spot. Slinging his bag over his shoulder and grabbing the cup of coffee sitting in the cup holder, he tugged the keys out of the ignition, hopped out of the Jeep, and shut the door behind him. Clicking the LOCK button on his car key, he put his keys in his pocket and began to walk towards the school. He entered the school, took a final sip of his coffee, and then tossed it in the trash can.

Walking towards the school building, Min realized why she would even go to school if she skipped classes. Then she just deiced to walk to the back of the school and do nothing except poking at the ground. "Wonder what this nothing day has in store..."

(8DDD)

Ciaran slumped back against the table of the bench, his bag hanging down from his hand. He rubbed his eyes, not knowing how long he'd been sitting there exactly, just that it had been a long time. God, he'd kill for some caffeine right now. After a quick look down at the watch on his wrist, he sighed and slid off his seat, joining the small crowd of people making their way into the school. His locker wasn't too far, but he wan't planning on going there and starting off the school day just yet. He needed coffee, so instead he turned towards the cafeteria.

Pondering his next move, Blaze glanced around the commons, hoping to see a friend, but all he saw was a bunch of dumb freshmen and some preppy girls with shorts so short he wouldn't be surprised if they got dress coded for them. Absentmindedly shoving a stick of sugarfree mint gum in his mouth, Blaze decided to go to his locker.

(Speaking of preppy girls, I think I'm gonna play one since I never have and always wanted to. |D

Name: Clarissa "Clair" Eton

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: Clair is definitely your typical &*()&*( prep. She is pretty darn selfish, and overly rich. She looks down upon every other person on the school, except for the other popular people. Clarissa Eton will not treat anybody who isn't popular kindly. Even with her friends of course, she isn't exactly the nicest person.. Although since her friends are popular and don't seem to care that they get called the b word as their nickname, Clarissa simply just does it. Once a guy is in her sights, she will stop at nothing to get that guy to go out with her... And will use every flirty method in the book to do so. Clarissa is obviously not very smart, and spends her classes texting all her buddies and painting her nails.

Looks: Clair spends at least 40 minutes a day before school making herself look purdy. She has silky, blond hair, which she keeps loose, or in some pretty hairstyle. Depending on what she feels like wearing her hair like for the day. Clair applies mascara, lipstick, and all that other pizazz to her face every day. Clair has green eyes, which she always perks up with eye makeup, and she has straight teeth. Preferably, Clair would go to school wearing the shortest shorts and the most flattering tops, but due to the fact her parents got very upset at her for having nearly been suspended for having been dress coded so many times, she has to wear what barely manages to not be dress coded- like skinny jeans, with holes in them, of course- the fanciest black boots, heels, or flip flops- and of course, the most flattering tops that come in every color. Everything she wears is brand name.

Classes(Six): History 1, Math 1, Science 1, Language Arts 1, P.E. 1, Study Hall

Crush: None, but not for long...

Clubs/Sports: None. She thinks she's too cool for all the clubs and sports.

Other: Nothing she owns isn't brand name. Her phone has to be the newest model, and her purse has to be of the finest brand name.

Forever walked silently down the street and made it up to the front of the school. She looked down at her backpack, which was hanging loosely on her wrist. She then pulled it back up over her shoulder and continued into the building.She blew a bit of hair out of her face and released a large sigh. Why did there have to be school today? Forever thought to herself. She looked down at the ground and made her way to her locker.

Ciaran stopped at the end of the short line, taking the chance to swing his backpack over his shoulder so he didn't have to carry it. It took a while of searching around in his jacket pocket for him to find his money, and by that time he was at the front of the line. About a minute later he walked out of the cafeteria, stopping to chuck the empty coffee cup into the bin. Now that he'd had his caffeine fix, he supposed that he might as well go to his locker, and start what was looking to be a boring day.

Opening his locker, Blaze took out some of his textbooks, and took off his sweatshirt and put it in there, since he was getting a bit hot in it. Sighing, he slammed his locker shut, put the lock back on it, and then walked to his first class- History 2.

Clair had just arrived at the school, carpooling with one of her boy toys from the football team. Slamming the door of the car, she walked to the school, ignoring the boy who had driven her here. She pulled out a little mirror from her pocket, and checked to see her if makeup looked fine. Seeing it was fine, she put the mirror back in her pocket, and then walked into the school, with that strut of hers. She was wearing her fancy new top today, complete with a silver, sparkly miniskirt that barely managed to not get dress coded.

Min, still poking at the ground, thought when the bell was going to ring and when History 1 would start. Min even wondered if her name had been crossed off the attendance list and any other lists with student names on them. They probably did since she was invisible and never really came to class, but she was sure that someone would come and find out and pick her up.

Forever groaned when she realized History 1 was first. She reached her locker, entered the combination, and opened it. She pulled out her textbooks and her sketchbook, then closed the locker and relocked it. Forever wasn't looking forward to this class, she hated history. She trudged down the halls and headed towards her class.

Blaze walked into History 2, about two minutes before the bell telling them all to head off to their first class rang. Putting his bag next to his chair, he sat down, and then began to take his history books and notebooks out of his bag. Putting them on the desk, he waited for class to begin.

Clair casually strolled up to the other preps, and then began to gossip with them, laughing at the rumors about other people in the school.

Carlotta trudged through the halls, sending a glare at every one of the students. "Don't they know it's rude to stare?" she muttered darkly, scowling and hitching her crimson messenger bag up on her shoulder.

Forever walked into the History 1 class just in time. She plopped her history books down on the desk and pulled out her notebook. She slid into her seat and opened her sketchbook, drawing a girl in a tree. Just then, the bell signaling the class's beginning rang. The teacher stood at the front of the room and started blabbing on about something. Forever took decent notes and payed some attention, but focused more on her drawing than anything. She continued to jot down notes as the teacher droned on and on in her spiel.

RESERVED FOR MY FORM