Can I be a student with Technomancy? (The ability to control technology.)Yup! c: For species, just put Psychic.
Apokalipse
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8 yrs ago
Mom is out of the hospital so I might actually have time to rp but we'll see
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8 yrs ago
'yo sis we need a thot slayer there's too many thots want to join the thot police we're recruiting'
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8 yrs ago
should I return?
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8 yrs ago
If that ain’t a college mood
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8 yrs ago
“Hullabaloo, and howdy doo! Musty prawns, and Timbucktu! Yeltsy-by, and hibbety-hoo! Kick ’em in the dishpan! Hoo hoo hoo!!”
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The Principal
Super-strength – The Hulderfolk are known for their super-strength, but usually have a lean appearance
Seduction powers- The Hulderfolk are able to seduce people with a single touch, and make them do anything they want to.
Personality: Principal Eld is a hot-headed man who believes strictly in hard-work, a testament to that fact is his daughter who is one of the best in her class. He often takes his anger out on nearby objects, throwing them when he is angry at a student.
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“Right, right.” Poppy muttered, blushing and getting off of Belle. She stumbled a bit, but managed to stand up alright.
How embarrassing. She just met this girl and already she’s made a fool of herself…multiple times. Wow, after this one, Poppy probably should take a breather from people. Yeah, definitely. Maybe then she’ll be able to calm down her seemingly permanent flaming face. Poppy inhaled and smiled lopsidedly, slipping a hand into her pocket and withdrawing a scrap of paper. She always had paper in her pockets, she never threw away her trash and she would have to clean it out soon. Nevertheless, it came in handy. Poppy scribbled something down quickly and then gave it to Belle, hoping with hope that she could read her chicken scrawl.
“Uh, I, um, have to go, and stuff. But, call me, and we can, uh, hang out…and stuff. Y’know, if you want to, I mean, I’m not gonna force you to hang out with me, that would be counterproductive and, uh, yeah, so, um. I should go.” Poppy grinned awkwardly, her eyebrow rising slightly and she spun on her heel, walking away to where she assumed her dorm would be. She didn’t spend much time in the dorm; most of her sleeping was even done in the library, after all.
It took a couple of minutes to find it from where she cheek-kissed Belle – don’t think about it, Poppy, your just gonna make yourself blush! – and she removed her keys from her pocket, jiggling it into the lock. The door swung open and Poppy immediately collapsed onto her bed. Home sweet home.
I'll try and get a post up sometime today, but it will be lacking action xc
Poppy’s face burned brighter than ever. Man, why did she always have to make a fool of herself? Poppy smiled lopsidedly and willed the redness to go away, though it stayed for a substantial amount of time…at least enough time for Belle to see. To change the situation, Poppy grabbed Belle’s hand and began to pull her towards the dorm rooms.
“So, um, do you, uh, have any dogs? I don’t, but I like dogs. Well, actually, I, um, am more of a cat-person. But dogs are cool too. All God’s creatures and stuff, so, uh, yeah. Well is this your dorm room right here? Or is it here? Uh, or, uh, here?” It was like word vomit. Poppy couldn’t stop. The words just kept coming and coming, over and over again.
“Damn.” Poppy muttered under her breath, twirling on her foot so fast that Belle ran into her back. Poppy was the heavier of the two, however, and so they toppled to the floor with Poppy on top.
The first thought that entered Poppy’s mind was: _shit, shit, shit, shit._ The next? _God, I’m crushing her._ And the last thought? _Man, her cheek is warm._ And it was. It was insanely warm on Poppy’s lips, like a furnace burning through the pink flesh and Poppy felt like her lips were snuggling under a blanket, near a fireplace, with a full cup of hot chocolate. Poppy was so preoccupied with the warmness, that she forgot that she was crushing a poor girl underneath her.
**Eddie**
With the run in, Eddie lost her appetite and decided to walk to her dorm room. She traveled the stairs, she opened the door, and she scowled.
The room was swathed in black and hellish, tasteless posters. Where would Eddie place her beautiful paintings? Where would she set up her easel? Eddie cursed her luck – of course she would be roomed with someone so…goth. And then her eyes found her roommate. It was the girl from before. Eddie’s eyes widened and she almost fell from her surprise.
“Y-you!” Eddie called, jabbing a finger at the girl before realizing she blew her cover and steeled her features, regaining her scowl. “I mean, it’s you.”
**Name:** Helen “Shakespeare” Cartico
**Age:** 21
**Year of death:** 2015
**Method of Death:** Helen died by pressing a gun up to her temple and pulling the trigger while videotaping herself which would be automatically uploaded online.
**Crimes:** She murdered hundreds of people by many means, and then posed them and left cryptic letters of who she would kill next.
**Weapon:**
**Backstory:** Helen was born to a cop-father and a stay-at-home mom in a little town in Kansas and lived a normal life. She showed no homicidal tendencies, and many would say she was the kindest person they ever met. When she entered high school, Helen began to show an interest in poetry and even entered a contest. Then, murders began to happen all around town. The people who were killed would be positioned as if they were puppets and cryptic letters would be left behind, detailing who “Shakespeare,” as they began to call the serial killer, would kill next. However, the next victim would be dead before the cops could figure the letter out.
The last victim before Helen was caught was Helen’s own mother. Her mother was posed at the kitchen, making a sandwich with a letter that said, “Caught red-handed/By thine own blood/Inquire, I am candid/There shall be no dud.” Her father was determined to find Shakespeare and searched his wife’s dead body until he found a single bloodied brown hair on her body that belonged to his very own daughter. Though it pained him, and he was sure that it was just from a hug or so from before, he brought his daughter to interrogate her. Another cop did the interrogation, and he asked her if she killed her own mother, and she looked through the mirror, straight into her father’s eyes, and said “yes.” When asked why, Helen never said, but would instead smile while crying.
They threw her in jail, and the next day, when they checked on her, the guarding cop was positioned at the door, opening it and bowing, and Helen was gone. There was a letter folded in his hand and all it said was “Daddy.”
Then Helen went on a killing spree and she didn’t even bother hiding as much as she did. She used a different name, of course, and lived right beside the police in every town she was in, dyed her hair blonde, and used contacts. She even began to kill in broad daylight, but no matter what, no one could find her. It wasn’t until years later that she uploaded the video of her pressing a gun to her temple and blowing her brains out that she died. Her father died of a heart attack on the same day, though many suspect she poisoned him. But before he died, he admitted that his wife had sexually abused Helen multiple times.
**Height and Weight:** 5’5”| 143 lbs.
> Okay I did a dice roll and here are the pairs for roommates.
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> Eddie and Ev on dorm 412
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> Drew and L.U on dorm 103
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> Marcus and Addy on dorm 211
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> Tony and Brvr on dorm 413
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> Lisa and Rosa on dorm 302
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> Glitch and Kat on dorm 319
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> Sorry no Drew and Rosa... and sorry if I missed anyone
You forgot Eddie.
EDIT: JUST KIDDING. I THOUGHT YOU DID BUT I GLOSSED OVER IT
Amenia felt herself being sucked back into the living, a warm sensation crawled up her body and then she was in the void, falling and falling, her stomach in her mouth. And then she was Rachel, jerking awake.
Paper was stuck to Rachel’s cheek and she pulled it off, a stinging feeling aching in her cheek since it was plastered to her skin with her sweat. Amenia commanded Rachel’s jade eyes to look in front of her where a professor was drawling lazily, the slide behind him flicking to a picture of Egypt. Rachel’s body squirmed as Amenia’s homesickness got the best of her. Amenia brought up a hand and pinched the skin under her elbow, snapping herself out of a reverie of gold and Pharaohs and sand. She glanced down at her watch and knew that she had to leave now if she wanted to get anywhere.
She stood up and started walking down the aisle when the professor cleared his throat and said condescendingly, “Rachel, is there a problem?”
Amenia halted and looked up at the ceiling, begging the Gods for a good lie. As if it worked, she replied easily over her shoulder, “I’m not feeling too good.”
Without waiting for a reply, Amenia left the room. Now, the question was if she should drive Rachel’s crappy car for seven hours or spend two hundred dollars on a plane ticket. Amenia left the building and sought for Rachel’s car, but instead she only found other such crappy cars with obnoxious colors and annoying decals. Then her eyes glossed over an infuriatingly familiar orange bike at the bike rack.
_Curse my luck._
Two hours later and many horrible, _horrible_ adventures, Amenia landed in Atlanta, Georgia. Opening Rachel’s phone, Amenia searched for Susan’s contact and couldn’t find it…because Rachel deleted it _again_. Sighing through her nose, Amenia decided that she would wait around the airport for a little bit.
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