[hider=Matthew Doyle] Full Name: Matthew Doyle Nickname: Matt, The only allteration he'll accept. Age: 17 Year: Junior Gender: Male Height: 5'11 Sexuality: Pansexual Appearance: [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/61/b9/cd/61b9cd567c5e22898cc07065c5f6a1de.png[/img] Dislikes: - Squeaky Things: There's a certainly frequency threshold that things should adhere to. Anything above this is a dangerous prospect to Matthews continued sanity. - Mysteries: To obscure an answer to something is but laziness or sheer ignorance. - Wellington Academy: Well, its not awful. It is whats keeping him homeless. But he does dislike the look of the place, and the vibe...and the people. Likes: - Snow: A potential of hypothermia and wacking people with snowballs is fun in his mind. - Books: They are at least written with a goal in mind. - Karma: Not that a thing exists of course. But when unfortunate things happen to people who slight him. It does brighten his day. - Sleep: He feels embraced in the blissfulness of unconsciousness Skills: - Lucid Dreaming: It seemed like an interesting thing to learn how to do. The only bad part was it involved him keeping a journal, ugh. - Bass: Hes not a virtuso or anything. But he knows enough to entertain himself. - Soccer: Like he mentioned, there were certain social circles he partook in when he was younger. Gift: Truth-Seeker: Matthew has the inate abiltiy to find 'his' truth. Whether from people or situations. It isn't like knows when people are lying. To him, it does seem to just 'fall' into his lap. Personality: To some Matthew might come off as anti-social. This is most likely because that's true in his eyes. Though to be exact his preffered defintion would be 'adverse' to 'typical social behaviours'. It is a lack of understanding that causes this, for it seems the more Matthew learns about others the more he feels inclined to shun them. Given with the academys knack of group activities many have felt the bitterness that is regullarly reguritated out from Matthew on an almost every second basis from him. He is not outwardly malicious, but a person who trips is picking up their belongings themselves. History: Matthew's early life was a lot of living in different small concrete apartments. With a lot of people going by. Watching as people communicated to eachother in their own unique way. But when Matthew tried to join in on this social dance he quickly found himself ill from mere minutes of it. He wasn't particularly academic either. His future prospects seemed increasingly bare. With little help from the 'support net' he was supposed to have. Until one day, he happened upon two parents talking about an academy which required no apparent test or skills. How convivent. He was accepted right in when he applied. The lack of hassle was a nice joy to Matthew. It would be one of the few far joys he would get in this academy. If everything else was a slow dance. This was some type of compicated river dancing using your hands. So needless...and insulting. Four events in two years. Four moons. Two of them no one even knows why he got them. He'd rather not talk about it. Now with two years left, Matthew might become a very rare case in Wellington. Weller stars: 0 Weller Moons: 4 Cottage: --- What did you pack?: A stained pillow. His Bass Guitar. Theme song: [Not mandatory but its always fun to do] [hider=Extra] Extra: [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEWnzBSwJyE[/url] [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Fatima Musa] Full Name: Fatima Musa Age: 14 Year: Freshman Gender: Female Height: 4'10 Sexuality: ??? Appearance: [hider=My Hider] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/7c/4b/397c4bcbced4ca2370fff76b6e923db4.jpg[/img] [/hider] Dislikes: - Authority: That's like so lame! - Airplanes: Flying in the air!? Thats flipping unnatural. - Oceans: Think of Sharks? Or large killer squid. They have the natural advantage in our fight! - Sheep: There's evil in their eyes! Likes: - Justice: (She likes her own the most) - Sports: Face my flying balls/fists/(appropiate tools of specific sport) of Justice! - Action Movies: Explosions, Keblammoo, Pewpew! - Shouting: It's therauptic! - Nail Polish: Once she learned that smelling it directly from the container was bad she's been pretty good at it! - The Summer: T-Shirt weather. Jackets are for lameos Skills: - Boxing: You'll never know when you have to throw some hands later in life. - Makeup: Her mother loss of arms led Fatima to many hours of researching make up videos so that her mother would never miss out on her favourite activity. - Dancing: It's like fighting the air and so her parents allowed her to do it. Gift: Simply put, Fatima is a mathematical prodigy. She just...gets it. Able to easily understand concepts years above her age. Personality: You ever seen those videos of a normal shopping centre. When suddenly a 20 ton truck comes hurtling through the windows, smashing everything in it's path and certainly making the owner wish he invested in finance instead. Well thats a summary of Fatima. A ball of flammable gas, if the gas was also filled with Neon Disco lights. And there's a bear in there for some reason as well. Fatima isn't simple minded. She just happens to see the world in a very direct way. She says what she thinks and the word subtext isnt in her thesauraus. There's good guys, and then theres people who need to be high-jump kicked in the face. Moments of quiet peace are but slogs to the next good activity. Fatima doesnt crave excitement. She is the excitement. Or the great annoyance, depending on who you ask. History: Born to a retired boxer and Hairdresser. It didn't take long for Fatima's parents to understand she was special. She quickly garnered attention in school for her acing of any numerical problems thrown at her. Along with her rather loud personality. Seeing a great future for their daughter, they quickly pushed her to special schools for higher and accelerated learning. Fatima seemed a lot more interested in action and activity. Along with her child-like justice of the worlds. This became solidifed when Fatima's mother got into a terrible car accident. Losing use of both arms. Kids being the sociopaths they are, a gang of them tried to make fun of Fatima's mother in front of her. Two of them got broken noses. Much to Fatima's confusion this was not appreciated by her mother. Eventually, with Fatima's own interests and actions starting to come into conflcit with her parents. Her father send an application to Wellington Academy. With the hope that the school would 'Mature' Fatima and make her focus on her gift. Weller stars: 0 Cottage: --- What did you pack?: Her favourite two teddy bears, Her few favourite runners, More pair of glasses then you think. She breaks them often. Theme song: [hider=Theme] [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB8xsFy0Xd4[/url] [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Clay Eaton] Full Name: Clay Eaton Age: 16 Year: Incoming Sophomore Gender: Male Height: 6'3 Sexuality: Bisexual Apperance: [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d6/55/0d/d6550d79a9ea91f385af3185202fdc79.jpg[/img] Colour Code: #7AD42A Dislikes: - Diaster Movies: Sharks would never act like that! - Wasps: One of the few animals that just dont seem to agree with Clay. Many times he had disturbed a nest while exploring or working and ended up stung. - Most technology: He just doesn't seem to be able to understand them. And people only get frustated trying to help so he has mostly forsaken using most of it. Likes: - The Outside: Obviously. - Dogs: Specifically Greyhounds. He had three at home. (Though he's fond of all animals.) - Fish: Tuna, Salmon, Flounder. All his favourites for eating! - Art: Though perhaps he doesn't understand it. He loves the passion people put in it. Skills: - On the long dulls on his family farm. Clay took up his father's hobby of wood carving. And given the many dulls on the farm, he's gotten quite talented at it. - Knows his way around a farm. - He's also a sufficent at lumbering, having helped his mother chop down cluttered trees. Gift: Clay has an exceptional knowledge on anything related to physical geography. Trees, mountains, lakes. He loves them and understands how they are formed and how they effect the rest of the natural world. Personality: Clay is...innocent in a lot of ways. A simple if sheltered childhood has led him to be unaware of many facets of the world. His accents and mannerisms may give people the impression of a dumb country bumpkin. In reality, Clay is just someone who takes life at an leisure pace. One might be able to see the cogs in his brain working in a conversation. But Clay seems not to notice any complaints about his pace. Clay is an outwardly friendly person always willing to help his fellow neighbour. He may not get their trouble or the problems they face but he has been taught the right way in life and that is to always give a hand. Clay is not one to understand the intracies of conversation or subtext. He lived with simple spoken folk and that is what he has grown up to be as well. So a lot of things people say can be mis-understood or simply not understood at all. Clay doesn't mind, he's patient with people. Patient with a lot of things. He knows he may not be the brightest tool in the farmhouse but he tries. History: Clay was born to two loving parents on a large secluded forested ranch precisely in the middle of nowhere. For education he went to the shcool an hours drive away where there was barely enough students to register each class. From a young age Clay helped in duties. And when the work was done, He was given free range to explore the seemingly endless ranch his parents owned. The farm did not get many vistors, given how far away and secluded the house was. So his friends were the cows and sheep. The dogs and Cats. The birds and the bees- scratch that last one. Academics were never really Clay's strong point. They were precisely his weak point if anything. Must to the bemusement of his classmates, CLay was often around the bottom of most subjects. Not that he minded too much, a life taking over the farm seemed simple to him. However anything related to nature he excelled. Clay and his parents were ready for that to be an interesting tidbit when a family friend suggested that he apply for Wellington Academy. He didn't expect much but was gobsmacked when he was accepted in. His parents spoke of him like he was the pride of the village. He doesn't know what learn there, but he hopes to do his parents and hamlet proud. Weller stars: 0 Cottage: --- What did you pack?: Some old totems and symbols of luck given to him by his parents. An seemingly endless amount of wooly hats and overshirts. A carving knife which he had to get permission from and a journal for interesting landmarks. Theme song: [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STFy4EJ-dTU[/url] [/hider]