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St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Mikayla Iovine

Mikayla Iovine

Appearance Description:
Mikayla is a rather petite mage who barely stands at 5"1, but she still has a habit of looking down on others. She has to at least spend thirty minutes on her long brown hair everyday, to make sure each curl or wave is exactly the way she wants it. Her grey eyes are often framed by long lashes, thanks to the power of mascara. Her pale complexion is possible because of her diligence, sunscreen, and a cute pink umbrella she totes on sunny days. Aside from mascara, blush, and lipstick, she doesn't put on too much make up because she thinks that it will ruin her already beautiful face. One could only begrudgingly admit she is pretty, but the same cannot be said about her personality.

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Mage or Familiar:
Mage

Magic Type:
Electricity

Known Spells:
Summon

Partner:
Alice Amanda Anette Anderson

Personality:
Mikayla was self absorbed, yet somewhat talented. She might actually be a pretty quick learner if she applied herself more, at least, that is what her past teachers had written on her past report cards. She was also manipulative, selfish, and overall unlikable. The only people who would hang out with her are desperate guys who do her bidding, or girls who were both terrified and jealous of her, waiting to stab her in the back. However, she is surprisingly aware of her situation and makes the most of it. She makes sure that no one could get close to her and uses insults as a defense mechanism.

But of course, underneath the confidence and iciness, is a lonely, insecure girl. Maybe... Somewhere? Like really, really deep down.

Biography:
On a warm, humid July afternoon, the first and only child was born into the Iovine family. The baby was frail and sickly, but she was still better off than her mother who soon died after giving birth. The father, a semi-wealthy business man in the cosmetic industry, was heartbroken and scared. He had just lost his wife, but he might soon lose his daughter as well. Thankfully, after a few days in the hospital, her health began to improve. He named his beloved child, Mikayla, a reminder of his beautiful wife, Kayla.

Kayla grew up in Maefeld for her entire life. Her father was often busy with business meetings and work, but she occupied her time with her cornucopia of toys. He would get her anything she wanted because she was the only family that she had. Growing up, she became proud of her looks because of the compliments given to her by her father's work associates and her caretakers. It especially made her happy to hear that she "looked exactly like her mother", a gorgeous model she only got to learn about in stories and from magazine photos.

When she started attending school, she used to be rather popular. She was a bright enough student to do well in her classes, pretty enough to attract attention from boys, and she was always dressed in the nicest clothes. Of course, with popularity comes jealousy. Many of the girls in her school disliked her but pretended to be her friends to get close to her. It took her a while to catch on that they were actually talking behind her back and secretly doing petty things like hiding her textbooks. Although, Mikayla was discouraged at first, she did not take their meanness, lying down. While, it might have been better for her to confront her teachers about it, she began to give them a taste of their own medicine instead. She began to turn the girls against each other with lies, and it turned out their friendship was as superficial as they were. Learning her lesson, she decided that she would only use people to get what she wanted and to never let anyone close to her again. Friendship was only a weakness.

There was not a single person who had not heard about St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts. Mikayla, well aware of the prestige of the academy, was quite insistent on getting in. Her father was a bit hesitant at first, since it would be the first time Mikayla was away from home. But after much persuasion and begging on her part, he agreed with hopes that it would help her daughter mature in some way. He had hired the best tutors for her to help her write her essay, and prep her in general so she would be able to do well in the prestigious school. If she was able to maintain her grades and not get into trouble, she would be able to stay.

Likes:
Shopping, cute clothes, diamonds, cheesy movies, frozen yogurt, and getting what she wants

Dislikes:
Spicy foods, getting her clothes dirty, horrifically sunny days, not having things go her way, and quite honestly, too many things to list. "At least I tried."

Points: 10 (+7)
Proficiency: 6
Intelligence: 2
Athletics: 2

Misc.:

Owns a chihuahua named Mimi.
Is really good at reciting the alphabet backwards.

Password: F R 3 N C H F R 1 3 $ (french fries. Sorry.)

Quiz Answers

1. What is your character's dream career?

Fashion model. Nothing trashy though, she has too much pride to have the whole world see her in her underwear or worse... naked!

2. Your character is caught telling a lie/cheating. How do they react?

"What ever are you talking about?" she asks, pursing her lips and batting her eyelashes innocently.

3. Your character finds out someone close to them has been lying to them. How do they react?

"It depends on the lie. If it isn't that bad, I could ignore it. But if it is, I'd find a way to destroy them. It's only fair."

4. If your character were given $50, what would they do with it?

"Only $50? That is like only enough to buy an 'okay' make up brush. I'll need at least $100 to actually do something."

5. Someone close to your character gives them something very important and asks them to hold on to it until they come back. However, your character somehow loses it. What do they do?

"Duh, just buy them a new one. They wouldn't even know the difference,"

6. Your character is given the chance to perfect any one talent. What do they choose?

"Hm... I am pretty perfect as it is... but if I had to choose, my daddy says I should work on my 'attitude', whatever he means by that."

7. What is your character’s favourite book or movie genre? Why?

She likes trashy romantic comedy. "Who doesn't love Ryan Reynolds in The Proposal?"

8. Who does your character admire/look up to?

Her mother

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Alright, I hope this would be okay now! I also updated her height to make her a little taller at 5"1.

Character Sheet

Mikayla Iovine

Appearance Description:
Mikayla is a rather petite mage who barely stands at 5"1, but she still has a habit of looking down on others. She has to at least spend thirty minutes on her long brown hair everyday, to make sure each curl or wave is exactly the way she wants it. Her grey eyes are often framed by long lashes, thanks to the power of mascara. Her pale complexion is possible because of her diligence, sunscreen, and a cute pink umbrella she totes on sunny days. Aside from mascara, blush, and lipstick, she doesn't put on too much make up because she thinks that it will ruin her already beautiful face. One could only begrudgingly admit she is pretty, but the same cannot be said about her personality.

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Mage or Familiar:
Mage

Magic Type:
TBA

Ability:
TBA

Known Spells:
TBA

Partner:
TBA

Personality:
Mikayla was self absorbed, yet somewhat talented. She might actually be a pretty quick learner if she applied herself more, at least, that is what her past teachers had written on her past report cards. She was also manipulative, selfish, and overall unlikable. The only people who would hang out with her are desperate guys who do her bidding, or girls who were both terrified and jealous of her, waiting to stab her in the back. However, she is surprisingly aware of her situation and makes the most of it. She makes sure that no one could get close to her and uses insults as a defense mechanism.

But of course, underneath the confidence and iciness, is a lonely, insecure girl. Maybe... Somewhere? Like really, really deep down.

Biography:
On a warm, humid July afternoon, the first and only child was born into the Iovine family. The baby was frail and sickly, but she was still better off than her mother who soon died after giving birth. The father, a semi-wealthy business man in the cosmetic industry, was heartbroken and scared. He had just lost his wife, but he might soon lose his daughter as well. Thankfully, after a few days in the hospital, her health began to improve. He named his beloved child, Mikayla, a reminder of his beautiful wife, Kayla.

Kayla grew up in Maefeld for her entire life. Her father was often busy with business meetings and work, but she occupied her time with her cornucopia of toys. He would get her anything she wanted because she was the only family that she had. Growing up, she became proud of her looks because of the compliments given to her by her father's work associates and her caretakers. It especially made her happy to hear that she "looked exactly like her mother", a gorgeous model she only got to learn about in stories and from magazine photos.

When she started attending school, she used to be rather popular. She was a bright enough student to do well in her classes, pretty enough to attract attention from boys, and she was always dressed in the nicest clothes. Of course, with popularity comes jealousy. Many of the girls in her school disliked her but pretended to be her friends to get close to her. It took her a while to catch on that they were actually talking behind her back and secretly doing petty things like hiding her textbooks. Although, Mikayla was discouraged at first, she did not take their meanness, lying down. While, it might have been better for her to confront her teachers about it, she began to give them a taste of their own medicine instead. She began to turn the girls against each other with lies, and it turned out their friendship was as superficial as they were. Learning her lesson, she decided that she would only use people to get what she wanted and to never let anyone close to her again. Friendship was only a weakness.

There was not a single person who had not heard about St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts. Mikayla, well aware of the prestige of the academy, was quite insistent on getting in. Her father was a bit hesitant at first, since it would be the first time Mikayla was away from home. But after much persuasion and begging on her part, he agreed with hopes that it would help her daughter mature in some way. He had hired the best tutors for her to help her write her essay, and prep her in general so she would be able to do well in the prestigious school. If she was able to maintain her grades and not get into trouble, she would be able to stay.

Likes:
Shopping, cute clothes, diamonds, cheesy movies, frozen yogurt, and getting what she wants

Dislikes:
Spicy foods, getting her clothes dirty, horrifically sunny days, not having things go her way, and quite honestly, too many things to list. "At least I tried."

Points: 10
Proficiency: 6
Intelligence: 2
Athletics: 2

Misc.:

Owns a chihuahua named Mimi.
Is really good at reciting the alphabet backwards.

Password: F R 3 N C H F R 1 3 $ (french fries. Sorry.)

Quiz Answers

1. What is your character's dream career?

Fashion model. Nothing trashy though, she has too much pride to have the whole world see her in her underwear or worse... naked!

2. Your character is caught telling a lie/cheating. How do they react?

"What ever are you talking about?" she asks, pursing her lips and batting her eyelashes innocently.

3. Your character finds out someone close to them has been lying to them. How do they react?

"It depends on the lie. If it isn't that bad, I could ignore it. But if it is, I'd find a way to destroy them. It's only fair."

4. If your character were given $50, what would they do with it?

"Only $50? That is like only enough to buy an 'okay' make up brush. I'll need at least $100 to actually do something."

5. Someone close to your character gives them something very important and asks them to hold on to it until they come back. However, your character somehow loses it. What do they do?

"Duh, just buy them a new one. They wouldn't even know the difference,"

6. Your character is given the chance to perfect any one talent. What do they choose?

"Hm... I am pretty perfect as it is... but if I had to choose, my daddy says I should work on my 'attitude', whatever he means by that."

7. What is your character’s favourite book or movie genre? Why?

She likes trashy romantic comedy. "Who doesn't love Ryan Reynolds in The Proposal?"

8. Who does your character admire/look up to?

Her mother

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

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Thank you, I'll work on it asap.

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Character Sheet

Mikayla Iovine

Appearance Description:
Mikayla is a rather petite mage who barely stands at 5"1, but she still has a habit of looking down on others. She has to at least spend thirty minutes on her long brown hair everyday, to make sure each curl or wave is exactly the way she wants it. Her grey eyes are often framed by long lashes, thanks to the power of mascara. Her pale complexion is possible because of her diligence, sunscreen, and a cute pink umbrella she totes on sunny days. Aside from mascara, blush, and lipstick, she doesn't put on too much make up because she thinks that it will ruin her already beautiful face. One could only begrudgingly admit she is pretty, but the same cannot be said about her personality.

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Mage or Familiar:
Mage

Magic Type:
TBA

Ability:
TBA

Known Spells:
TBA

Partner:
TBA

Personality:
Mikayla was self absorbed, yet somewhat talented. She might actually be a pretty quick learner if she applied herself more, at least, that is what her past teachers had written on her past report cards. She was also manipulative, selfish, and overall unlikable. The only people who would hang out with her are desperate guys who do her bidding, or girls who were both terrified and jealous of her, waiting to stab her in the back. However, she is surprisingly aware of her situation and makes the most of it. She makes sure that no one could get close to her and uses insults as a defense mechanism.

But of course, underneath the confidence and iciness, is a lonely, insecure girl. Maybe... Somewhere? Like really, really deep down.

Biography:
On a warm, humid July afternoon, the first and only child was born into the Iovine family. The baby was frail and sickly, but she was still better off than her mother who soon died after giving birth. The father, a semi-wealthy business man in the cosmetic industry, was heartbroken and scared. He had just lost his wife, but he might soon lose his daughter as well. Thankfully, after a few days in the hospital, her health began to improve. He named his beloved child, Mikayla, a reminder of his beautiful wife, Kayla.

Kayla grew up in Maefeld for her entire life. Her father was often busy with business meetings and work, but she occupied her time with her cornucopia of toys. He would get her anything she wanted because she was the only family that she had. Growing up, she became proud of her looks because of the compliments given to her by her father's work associates and her caretakers. It especially made her happy to hear that she "looked exactly like her mother".

When she started attending school, she used to be rather popular. She was a bright enough student to do well in her classes, pretty enough to attract attention from boys, and she was always dressed in the nicest clothes. Of course, with popularity comes jealousy. Many of the girls in her school disliked her but pretended to be her friends to get close to her. It took her a while to catch on that they were actually talking behind her back and secretly doing petty things like hiding her textbooks. Although, Mikayla was discouraged at first, she did not take their meanness, lying down. While, it might have been better for her to confront her teachers about it, she began to give them a taste of their own medicine instead. She began to turn the girls against each other with lies, and it turned out their friendship was as superficial as they were. Learning her lesson, she decided that she would only use people to get what she wanted and to never let anyone close to her again. Friendship was only a weakness.

There was not a single person who had not heard about St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts. Mikayla, well aware of the prestige of the academy, was quite insistent on getting in. Her father was a bit hesitant at first, since it would be the first time Mikayla was away from home. But after much persuasion and begging on her part, he agreed with hopes that it would help her daughter mature in some way. He had hired the best tutors for her to help her write her essay, and prep her in general so she would be able to do well in the prestigious school. If she was able to maintain her grades and not get into trouble, she would be able to stay.

Likes:
Shopping, cute clothes, diamonds, cheesy movies, frozen yogurt, and getting what she wants

Dislikes:
Spicy foods, getting her clothes dirty, horrifically sunny days, not having things go her way, and quite honestly, too many things to list. "At least I tried."

Points: 10
Proficiency: 6
Intelligence: 2
Athletics: 2

Misc.:

Owns a chihuahua named Mimi.
Is really good at reciting the alphabet backwards.

Password: F R 3 N C H F R 1 3 $ (french fries. Sorry.)

Quiz Answers

1. What is your character's dream career?

Fashion model. Nothing trashy though, she has too much pride to have the whole world see her in her underwear or worse... naked!

2. Your character is caught telling a lie/cheating. How do they react?

"What ever are you talking about?" she asks, pursing her lips and batting her eyelashes innocently.

3. Your character finds out someone close to them has been lying to them. How do they react?

"It depends on the lie. If it isn't that bad, I could ignore it. But if it is, I'd find a way to destroy them. It's only fair."

4. If your character were given $50, what would they do with it?

"Only $50? That is like only enough to buy an 'okay' make up brush. I'll need at least $100 to actually do something."

5. Someone close to your character gives them something very important and asks them to hold on to it until they come back. However, your character somehow loses it. What do they do?

"Duh, just buy them a new one. They wouldn't even know the difference,"

6. Your character is given the chance to perfect any one talent. What do they choose?

"Hm... I am pretty perfect as it is... but if I had to choose, my daddy says I should work on my 'attitude', whatever he means by that."

7. What is your character’s favourite book or movie genre? Why?

She likes trashy romantic comedy. "Who doesn't love Ryan Reynolds in The Proposal?"

8. Who does your character admire/look up to?

Her mother

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Aw man, I'm pretty interested in this too. But first, time to read all the IC and character sheets >< oh and hello~

Secrets: Nathan and James/Jess' Story

Nope, I don't mind. Take your time and I hope we can continue soon.

Secrets: Nathan and James/Jess' Story

Vanessa didn't believe it at first even though she knew deep down that the girl talking to her was James. Except, he was dressed as a girl and begrudgingly she had to admit that he looked good. "James....?" she asked hesitantly. "Why are you dressed like that? What's going on? Is this a dare? Did Nathan make you do this?" she continued to barrage Jess with questions.

Rachel, who was talking to the girl that she did not know was Nathan yet, stopped in her tracks and focused her attention on her best friend and her...boyfriend? "What is it, Vanessa?"

Meanwhile, Nathan stared agape as Jess revealed herself to the girls. His stomach knotted and while he was grateful for what she had just did for him, he was also incredibly guilty. "I'm so sorry, Jess..." he thought, as if she would somehow be able to read his mind. The bus soon arrived, but since Rachel and Vanessa were distracted by Jess' "coming out", Nathan managed to slip on and the bus continued to go along its way without them.

As soon as he made it to his apartment, he ripped off the wig, not caring if it got ruined. He removed the make up and nail polish, and then changed into a normal pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt. He threw his female clothes into his closet and locked it. After he was done, he sat still on his bed and buried his face into his hands. He hated himself. What kind of best friend was he? How could he let Jess take the fall like that by herself? He would understand if she never wanted to talk to him again... But... Ugh!

"I'm going to get rid of my weird habit once and for all," he decided at last. He would throw it all away or donate it if that was more practical. He reached for his phone, debating whether or not he should text Jess.... but couldn't find the will to do it so he put his phone back down and continued to wallow.

And Now I Write

She was standing on the edge of the world and didn't give a damn. She wasn't filled with awe or fear or anything. She felt nothing but the soft waves brushing against her legs. There was no wind, yet something seemed to cause her to lean back. She raised her hand up high as if to say, "You've won," and let herself fall into the nothingness.

She faded out of our existence as time passed by. She is no longer one of the familiar faces that we see in the supermarket or cafe or subway. She may appear in our dreams but she will not be herself. She would be assigned a role given to her by our consciousness. She became a name, a face, a series of obscure, unimportant facts.

"She once helped me carry my groceries," her elderly neighbor could say.

"I sold her a car," the salesman could say, holding up some sort of receipt.

"For some reason, she would always put honey on her toast," an old lover might remember.

And to us? She is even less than all of those trivial things. But because of that, maybe we are able to feel something for her.

And Now I Write

He was the type of man who said "Thank you" in his head but the words were never able to escape his lips. Brown eyes stared directly ahead without any signs of hesitation, but the hands were more nervous. They were unsure of whether they should stay at the sides or behind his back, forever in a limbo that was the awkward swaying motion. He approached the cashier, a young brunette who smiled politely. She did not know how to smile impolitely.

"How may I help you today, sir?" she asked, the smile never leaving her face.

He let out a grumble or maybe he was simply mumbling. It didn't make a difference as it was incomprehensible to cashier.

"Can you repeat that, sir? I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that," the cashier said. Her eyebrows had furrowed slightly, indicating her confusion, but the smile had somehow remained. It must have taken years for her to perfect. Or perhaps it was because she had not been working for a long time and has not lost her sincerity yet.

"A pack of Marlboro," the man said in a still gruff, but clearer voice. He reached down his front pockets to pull out his wallet.

The cashier, having understood him this time, turned around to get the pack of cigarettes that was on the shelf behind her. "What kind?" she asked. It was uncertain whether or not she was still smiling or not.

"Reds," he replied, as if there wasn't any other possible answers.

The cashier plucked the Marlboro Red from the shelf and turned around, revealing a cheerful, smiling face. She then placed it on the counter so the man could reach for it.

"That would be $9.75," she said, after punching a series of number into the cash register.

He pulled out his plain brown wallet and handed the cashier a twenty.

"Out of twenty," she said because she was taught to. She then punched that into the register and it sputtered out a number. "Your change is $10.25."

She quickly withdrew money from the register: two fives and a quarter.

As the man reached for his change, their hands had awkwardly touched. The cashier remained unfazed and smiling, but the man's hands pulled back instinctively. The quarter fell onto the counter, creating a soft clink sound.

Realizing what had just happened, he swiped the coin and turned around without saying another word. He walked out of the liquor store, never looking back once.

"Have a nice day!" the cashier said from behind.

"Thank you," he said, only in his head.

And Now I Write

As unromantic as it is, I have to admit that I could probably live without him. He is not the air I need to breathe nor is he the light that shines through the darkness of my otherwise lonely life. He is a person as I am a person. But I can also say that the I love him. At least, the person that I am as I type these words onto the page. I cannot speak for the person I will be because as we all know, everything in life changes. However, I can say with certainty that there is already a version of me who does not love him.

The "me" of the past who had never met him. My world existed before he existed in it so I know that I can live without him because I have done it before. I have lived without him so blissfully that one might wonder if meeting him at all was worth it because of all the chaos he has brought. And with this chaos, he has also created this delusion. He has made me believe that I could not possibly survive without him. He has made me believe that my world was a darker place before he had entered it. He has made me believe that all of the good times outweigh the bad times. He has made me believe that this is what I want. He is all that I need.

But that's not true.

I know it cannot be true. Past experiences and logic have proven it to not be true.

Yet, I still believe it. Feelings overthrow logic and I find myself loving him passionately without restrictions. He overwrites my memories and my thoughts. I am now nothing without him. Because I love him.

No, because he loves me.