St. Aislin

[xXMysticXx]

Rejected.

More information is needed in personality and appearance.

There is nothing in the form that is Not Applicable so N/A is not an option.

Your character must be 14 at least to be in the highschool(grade nine/freshman/year 9).

Also try and refrain from inhuman characteristics suck as hair.

feel free to try again though and edit it..

 

[xXMysticXx]

I Loathe you Double Posts

 

[Aquangel]

►Onyx Rose ◄

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Female xxHeterosexualxx 16

Onyx has long brown hair that reaches the middle of her back, which is usually worn in an high pony-tail with a head band. She has blueish - grey eyes which can produce one cold stare. Onyx's skin is pale and doesn't tan. She has a handful of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. She is almost over 5'8 ¾ in height and hates being called short. She often wears crystal jewellery ranging from common agate to rare cinnabar. Onyx usually wears skinny jeans (or if anything else, leggings), a brightly colored T-shirt and feline print flat shoes (or boots in winter) . On the occasions she dresses up, Onyx will wear a dress and her hair down. Nothing more, nothing less. Make-up wise; Onyx wears none, if at all possible.

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Onyx is very protective of her friends and twin brother, Jet (add later). Onyx is usually friendly, positive, polite and happy-go-lucky, but that's in a good mood. In a bad mood, Onyx screams, yells, wreaks things (mostly of low value), rips things (drawings most of the time), cries, moans and then she will give into self-pity. If people say bad things to or about her she pretends to ignore them, but them she get home and will tell anyone who listens; what offended, who said it and how she would get revenge. Onyx can be a bit of a daredevil (luckily for Onyx, she doesn't get any type of motion sickness). Onyx is one of those girls who shut her self up in her room, plug her I-Phone's speakers in and just........dance.

 

 

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x Onyx's parents are very wealthy. Onyx has a twin brother, Jet. He is a older than her. Onyx's house is a mansion, which Onyx makes the most of. Once she went down a flight of stairs. On a surfboard. Onyx's dad is a famous v8 competitor. He brought Onyx and her brother a go-kart and then a practice car. So Onyx has her license. Even though she is messy Onyx seems to know where everything is. Her large secret jellybean stash, her I-phone..... Onyx LOVES shopping for jewellery (which is most of the time expensive). She loves to keep secrets. Onyx doesn't believe in flirting but does blush when flirted with. And did I mention? Onyx's weakness is jellybeans.

 

[xXMysticXx]

Accepted.

 

[Aquangel]

Onyx sat in her maths class. Even though she was good at math it didn't make it any more interesting. "C'mon, c'mon........" She muttered watching the clock like it would instantly change time. "I'm so-o-o-o bored," Onyx groaned. "maths is so overrated!"

 

[Swan_Song]

Sinead sighed softly as she listened to Jordin's answer to an easy history question. It wasn't Canada; it was the British wanting to reclaim territories that were parts of the USA. Sometimes she wondered how the jocks got through school. Then she remembered; high school is just a big popularity contest. She shook her head disapprovingly, then raised her hand. "The main cause was the dispute of territories between the British and the Americans. Historically it's called America's second war for independence." She went back to taking furious notes after that, deciding that she had been bold enough for one day. It was rare that she spoke out in class, just because she didn't feel she had to prove that she knew the answer. She just did. As she took notes, she started doodling in the margins of her notebook. Normally, she was ahead in classes, because she had a lot of spare time to study beforehand. That was one of the few good things about not having a constantly active social life.

 

[Runner]

Jordin raised an eyebrow as he looked over at the girl who had correctly answered the question. He watched for a bit as she took notes in an almost mad sort of way. Diverting his attention back to his own spiral, which was covered with a messy scrawl that was supposed to be notes. Trying his best to pay attention, Jordin began to take proper notes that were in legible handwriting. For the fun of it, he would try to answer the next question right. Grinning in a catlike way, he waited for Mrs. Rogers to ask a question to the class.

 

[Swan_Song]

Sinead felt his eyes on her, but she would not acknowledge him. She wasn't like those other girls who would just swoon and fawn over the popular guys. She had a list of standards that had to be met, and popularity was not one of them. Besides, she was in class to learn, not to try and get a date for Friday night. Really, she had to think about getting into college and making sure she didn't flunk high school. She saw the other kids who barely scraped by, and she didn't plan on being one of them. She was going to get great grades, pair that with her artistic skills, and go to art school in Italy, with the best of the best, amongst the works of the greatest artists to ever walk the earth. Nothing was going to stand in her way, especially not schoolwork. She kept doodling absently in her notebook, watching the teacher intensely.

 

[Aquangel]

"Onyx Rose!" The teacher screeched. "What are you doing?"

"I'm working out the question." Onyx replied softly.

"You better be!"

Phew, Onyx thought. That teacher was in for the kill. I hope she doesn't ask me again.

 

[xXMysticXx]

Aquangel, first and only warning. Your posts are inadequate in both length and content which will go hand in hand. Next time you will be removed.

-Alicia

Hailey chuckled slightly when Sinead had pretty much called out Jordin on his answer. She found it funny beause even she, who was horrible at history knew that it was a dispute over wanting to separate from Britain's control over a long list of reasons such as trade, land, alliances with aboriginals and probably more but she didn't remember. She knew Jordin wasn't exactly the brightest, most teenage boys in general weren't especially the jock types. That was the thing about Hailey though, because she enjoyed defying stereotypes herself she didn't really like to make them. Even though she was the head of the cheer squad, came from a rich family and came off as a ditzy blonde she was actually quite smart and kept up a high GPA. Even in her least favourite subjects she still kept up at least and 80. She sat in her desk only half paying attention and when the screen on her phone lit up softly she slid it closer and sent out a quick response to the text from her best friend.

 

[Runner]

When the teacher asked another question, our good ol' idiot-when-it-comes-to-every-subject-but-science Jordin raised his hand, and answered it correctly.He had actually decided to take proper notes that weren't full of odd scribbles and illegible handwriting. Course, he wasn't completely stupid; he managed to at least get by with C's in all of his classes (Except for any subjects science related, of course. He actually had an interest in that, and planned on possibly majoring in Psychology or Chemistry, so he could become a pyrotechnical). It was just that he hated most other subjects, and didn't put much effort into them. With a satisfied grin, he stopped taking notes, and watched as Mrs. Rogers looked down to continue reading from her Teacher's Edition of the History book they were all reading. Timing it just right with his mad skills, he popped a grape Jolly Rancher in his mouth just as Mrs. Rogers looked up at the class to continue her monotonous lecture on the War of 1812.

 

[Swan_Song]

Sinead ran her hand through her short brown hair, causing it to poof out a bit. Finally he got something right. She watched as he ate a jolly rancher and gave a soft sigh. he acted like he didn't even care about school at all. How annoying. She continued taking notes, chewing her lip gently, glad that she actually did well in her class. She was a straight A student, top of their class, although she never really talked about it much. That was because she didn't have many friends at all. She glanced up at the clock to see what time it was, and was somewhat relieved that class would be done soon. She wanted to go to the art room and work on her latest project.

 

[Runner]

Beginning to feel tired, Jordin glanced up at the clock, in hopes of it being very close to the end of class. Sadly, not. There were at least a good 12 minutes left. Resisting the urge to fall asleep (As he knew Mrs. Rogers wasn't exactly the kindest teacher), he started to nod off a bit. Finally, he gave up on at least trying to take some basic notes, so he simply just assumed the nap position he and his best mate had come up with (One hand still on the chin, the other holding the pencil over the notes, and looking down, also with the hand with the pencil moving). He began to slowly nod off. Eventually, the bell rang. Relieved, Jordin got up and gathered his things. He had only been partially asleep, as for him, 10 minutes wasn't quite enough to sleep in.

 

[xXMysticXx]

Alexander walked into the school building. He had missed most of his first period history class. He was going to not go at all but figured he should go just to ensure he wouldn't stack up any in needed truancies that could lead him to failing the course. He planned on passing all of his courses even if just barely. He was wearing a pair of slightly ripped jeans, a plain dark gray Tshirt and a simple leather jacket that he'd thrown on roughly Two minutes before he left his house. He shove his car keys into his jacket pocket and strode casually into the classroom.

Mrs.Rodgers looke up with an irritated expression. "You're late. "

"Well I was going to not come at all but I figured thy missing the first day wouldn't be very studious of me. " He informed her casually with an irritating grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes and slid a text book across the desk. "Take an empty seat. " She had said it as if he had know that he might have bothered some precious little girl by tormenting her with some line about being in his seat. The innocent ones just always stared up at him with a petrified look and gathered their things before scrambling to another desk. He plopped himselfquite noisily down in one of the only empty desks of course by the front center part of the room and tossed the book onto his desk causing a bang.

 

[Swan_Song]

Sinead got up and left quickly, her backpack in tow. She stumbled through the halls, basically invisible amongst the crowds of students that were rushing to their next classes. She saw Jordin and averted her eyes with agitation, walking into the art classroom and putting her bags in the corner. Quickly she grabbed a blank canvas and sketching her ideas on its smooth surface. She started to paint gently, making a portrait of a fairy amongst a dark backdrop of the beach. Her clothes got covered in paint, as well as her arms, but she could care less. She honestly liked the feeling of paint. It was therapeutic to her. She leaned close to the painting, squinting so she could shade the paint just right. She really wanted this painting to look good. Agitated, however, it was hard for her to be precise with her work.

 

[MissInnocent]

Too late?

►Cara Elizabeth Woodlife ◄

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Female xxHeterosexualxx16

Cara has thick auburn hair, which is cut into a short pixie cut; a small act of rebellion against her parents' formal and perfect manner. She has soft, brown eyes, with subtle flecks of gold around the pupil. Her eyes themselves are almond shaped, and her skin is quite fair, scattered with freckles here and there. Her features are soft and quite delicate despite her rebellious nature. Her ears are pierced, though she rarely uses earrings. She is eversoslightly shorter than most girls, but she makes up for that in her personality. She is quite slim and slender. She only uses a small amount of mascara and lipgloss; other than that, she despises makeup. Anything that takes more than 10 minutes is considered worthless in her mind.

Cara prefers to wear a casual jeans and top, rather than dresses and boots, however, she can pull off a dress quite well.

Cara really doesn't mind what she looks like; she would probably go out in her pajamas if it was up to her. What she looks like is last on her list of to do.

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Cara, in short, is quite a blunt, frank person. She will say what she likes, when she likes. She is very cold and resolute, and couldn't care less what people think of her. Although she is very polite to teachers, she will freely swear and insult people who annoy her. Cara is still a very formal girl, which is probably from her parents and would still be very formal even when insulting. Despite her cold demeanor, Cara is actually quite loyal to her friends (well, the few she has.), and would not hesitate to punch someone who hurts her friends. She spreads rumours every so often and somehow, everyone seems to believe her. It is very hard to get on Cara's "good" side, but if you do get on her bad side, you are in deep, deep danger.

Underneath all her attitude though, Cara is quite a nice person. She does things that she thinks will help others and she helps people. She just doesn't like socialising.

Cara keeps to herself most of the time and will most likely leave you alone as long as you don't talk to her. She doesn't mind being ignored - in fact, she prefers to be pushed aside and overlooked; she finds high school to be useless, other than for the education.

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Cara was born into a well known and wealthy family in a large town. She was an only child, and her parents more or less forced her to take over their business and to keep a good "social class". She hated it. She hated being told what to be and who to be. So she started fighting against it. She started to rebel at a young age though, and that continued on and on, until she started to get into fights with strangers over nothing. Her parents were exhausted, and decided to move to St Aislin. Since then, Cara has (finally) settled down, and is starting to build herself up again. Her parents have started to loosen their grip on her, but are still keen on the whole "take over our business" thing. Despite the fact that Cara doesn't like what her parents do to her, she actually loves them very much, and will protect them through anything. She tries to hide the fact that she's from a wealthy family and keeps quiet about her family,

Cara is quite a smart girl, but doesn't try hard in many of her subjects . Despite the fact that she doesn't pay any attention in her classes, she somehow does very well on her tests -- most likely with last-minute ramming sessions.

Cara also plays the piano in her spare time; which she started at the age of 7.

 

[xXMysticXx]

Most excellent. Accepted, feel free to join in.

 

[Runner]

Shoving his textbook and notes into his bag, Jordin left Mrs. Roger's room and he began to head over to AP Psychology. He had somehow managed to convince the counselor to let him into the advanced honors class, using the previous year's Psychology II grades (A-) to get himself into AP Psych. Of course, being in AP Psych took away the elective that he had previously planned to be PE, but he was fine with that. As he pondered over his history of how he got into AP Psych, he noticed how Sinead- that one girl who had answered the question Mrs. Rogers had thrown at him perfectly, was staring at him with a look of mild irritation. Instead of glaring back, he simply just gave her his signature goofy grin before he disappeared down the hallway. As long as she wasn't A). A preppy ****, B (I can't do the ) thing or else I get a stupid smiley face). A 'roid ripped *******, or C). Some idiot team captain guy trying to recruit him onto a sports team, he wouldn't hate on her. Anyway, his hit list was long enough to stretch from Earth to the Moon. Not to mention, he was always nicer to girls since he was after all, a guy. He entered AP Psych and sat down at a desk. Tugging out his notes and textbook, he began to listen to a long lecture. But this time, he was paying intent attention and taking accurate notes. In fact, he wasn't even eating candy. It was almost scary how much he actually looked like a model student for once.

 

[MissInnocent]

Cara absentmindedly wandered the corridors. She glanced at her schedule, she cringed. Art. More or less the only subject which didn't have tests, therefore meaning she failed at it. Sure, she liked drawing, but she barely ever listened to the art teacher's long, monotonous speeches and lectures about shading, which bored her to death, so she usually just drew whatever she liked. Thus, she didn't exactly get along with the teacher. Well, that was an understatement. The teacher hated her. Her fists tightened at the thought of that teacher. The teacher was boring, dull, tedious; she could think of at least a hundred more words. By then, she'd reached the art classroom. Giving a large, heaving sigh, she dropped her bags in the corner and sat down. Drumming her fingers on the table lightly, she waited for the teacher.

 

[Runner]

(Must.. Rescue.. This.. RP...)

Continuing to take intent notes, Jordin pretty much absorbed everything major the teacher mentioned in his lecture. The teacher began to call on people to join into the discussion. Jordin had his hand raised politely (Scary) on each one. Course, since teachers tend to only call on a single person once during a single discussion, Jordin only got to speak once. Eh. Anyway, once the teacher gave the class the go-ahead-and-go-into-independent read-the-textbook-on-your-own call, he began to read. It was only then that he got distracted, and realized he needed to go stock up on candy sometime later on.