kittyluna45

Salem Witches' Institute

I'll work up a Brian post once I'm back from the vets.

Salem Witches' Institute

@Apokalipse@McHaggis@Undine

@lovely complex and I are gonna have to drop out from this RP since school is getting a bit too hectic for me and lovely has lost interest due to the slower pacing. We understand people have lives and such, but we're just used to faster paced roleplays so nothing against anyone.

Thanks for having us and we enjoyed what we were able to participate in!

@Viciousmarrow

Sorry to see you two go.

Salem Witches' Institute

Brian Anthony Jones

Interacting with: Elise, Mary @Kirah, Athena @Nallore and anyone else at the Tituba Table

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"So what do you think Steve? Do you think they'll let us into the dorms sometime tonight, or are we gonna have a big campout in the hall?" The quokka looked at his master with his usual smile and nuzzled Brian.

"Yeah, I thought so. Anyways, how about some food then, eh mate?" Brian made sure that Steve was firmly on his shoulder as he walked out of the lounge and into the great hall. He was trying his hardest not to show it, but he was worried. They had arrived at the school late, which sent all the upperclassmen into fits of gossip, since the were never late. Never. Apparently it was due to the centaurs? Brian had wanted to get out of the car and see them, but had been forbidden. No matter how much he had tried to bug the drivers, they wouldn't let him out. So he had spent most of the time that he was in the Peregrine trying to see if he could catch glimpses of the creatures, but to no avail.

He sat down at the Tituba Table, and Steve hopped off his shoulder and sat down next to him. He looked around and offered smiles to all that was there and then a nod to Mary. She was his fellow classmate/ yearmate, and there was something about her that drew him to her. He wasn't quite sure what it was yet. "Hey Mary, Elise, Athena. Hope you guys are enjoying your food." He served himself some of the rather delicious smelling food and went about eating it. Man, was he hungry.

Salem Witches' Institute

Elise Reed and Mary Winthrop

Elise was nervous. First the Peregrine had arrived late at school, and then they had all been shoved into the tiny lounge together. However, she was putting on a brave face for her cousin. Mary was leaning against a wall, curled up in a corner almost, away from as many people as she could get herself away from, which was nearly impossible. She was reading a book, but kept looking up and scanning around her. Elise was next to Mary, and had her hand on Mary’s head, gently petting to reassure the smaller girl.

Once it was announced that they could go get some food, Elise let out a small sigh. It was getting later and later, and all she wanted was food and sleep. However, the sleep was being denied for right now, so food would have to do. ”You hungry Mary? We can go to the hall and get some food if you want.”

“Yeah,” Mary stood up, closing her book and sliding it into her bag. “Finally.” She gave a smile, her usual one, the one she wore when she knew someone was looking.

Elise, having gotten to know Mary very well, knew that smile. She helped her cousin up and kept an arm around her as they headed to the dining hall. She found a few spots at the end of the Tituba house table and sat down next to Mary. She started serving herself some food as she looked around. She noticed that several of the professors were missing, which was odd. What was going on? First the centaurs were revolting, causing them to be late, and they couldn’t go outside, or to the dorms. What was going on outside that they were hiding from the students?

“Why aren’t they letting us into the dorms?” Mary asked after a few moments of silence.

”I don’t know Mary. This is the first year they haven’t let us in after dinner. Also they cancelled the opening ceremony. Something is going on, and I don’t like it.”

“Where are we going to sleep?” Mary frowned slightly over her potatoes.

”I doubt they could keep us out of the dorms all night, but if it continues like this, maybe the Hall? I don’t know Mary, this is the first time it’s happened. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are somewhere safe tonight.” Elise paused between bites of chicken as she looked around. They weren't even having the candle ceremony? What was going to happen to all the first years?

Mary nodded. There was still worry etched on her face a bit, but her general smile returned. “That would be like a giant sleepover.”
”You’ve never really been to a big sleepover before, huh? It would be fun, but I doubt they’d have us sleep out here without reason.” Elise reached over and gently rubbed Mary’s shoulder. ”So, are you excited to start Care of Magical Creatures this year?”

“No I haven’t.” Mary paused slightly. “I am excited. Also Arithmancy, and Study of Ancient Runes.”

”I didn’t take Ancient Runes, but Arithmancy is good. The professor is nice, and if you need any help, don’t feel afraid to ask them questions. Care of Magical Creatures is fun, you’ll start with some rather benign creatures, but that doesn’t mean they aren't interesting.

Mary gave a small nod. “I was reading the course book.” Mary tapped her bag. She gave a strange smile, very unlike her usual one. “Such strange creatures.”

Elise smiled. It was hard not to when Mary was giving an almost genuine smile. ”Yeah, I’d imagine for you they’d be extra strange. However, don’t worry. Most of them look worse than they really are. If you’re lucky, you might get to see the Siren’s in the lake.”

“I’d like to learn more about them. I’ve always been a bit fascinated by them.”

”If you’re lucky, maybe you might learn how to attract one of them.” Elise was happy to see Mary so interested in her class. She continued to eat, still wondering what was going on.

Salem Witches' Institute

@Kirah and I are gonna work on a Mary/ Elise post tomorrow... and I will do a Brian post after that...

Also need to catch up... long weekend.

Salem Witches' Institute

<Snipped quote by kittyluna45>

Accepted.

@Apokalipse

Many Thanks!

Salem Witches' Institute

Brian Anthony Jones

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Brian Anthony Jones

“We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.”

–Patrick Rothfuss
_{Brian stands just a little below five feet tall, probably has another growth spurt in him somewhere. His brown/ blond hair is usually ruffled like he just rolled out of bed, and his brown eyes are usually crinkled at the edge with smile lines. However, there is a lingering sadness behind them. He has a slight Australian accent still after his few years in America. He is usually dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.}

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Basic Information

N A M E

Brian Anthony Jones

N I C K N A M E

Bri, from his older brother. B- Amongst some friends.

B I R T H D A T E

June 3rd 2002

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

13

B L O O D S T A T U S

Muggle-born

S E X U A L I T Y

Hetersexual, for now. He is only 13, hasn’t figured things out quite yet.

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Academics

H O U S E

Tituba

Y E A R

Three

E L E C T I V E S

Care of Magical Creatures
Study of Ancient Runes
Arithmancy

B E S T C L A S S E S

Care of Magical Creatures
Herbology

W O R S T C L A S S E S

Transfiguration
History of Magic
Charms

C L U B S

Magical Creatures Club
Choir (Alto for now. His voice hasn’t broken yet. Most likely will be Baritone when it does.)

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My Magic

B O G G A R T

His Parents mangled bloodied corpses

P A T R O N U S

Koala

A M O R T E N T I A

Eucalyptus, Vegemite, Rain, and lilac

W A N D

Hawthorn | Phoenix Feather | Supple | 9 ½ inches

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Mannerisms

L I K E S

• Vegemite
  Quokkas
  Lilacs
  The rain
  Reading
  Flying
  Barbecued food
  His accent

D I S L I K E S

• Cars
  Blood
  People that make fun of Vegemite
  His cousin
  The Imperial System
  Fighting just for the sake of fighting
  People that pick on weaker people
  Sad Songs

H A B I T S

• Bites his nails to the quick, leaving lots of little cuts.
  Fidgets with a piece of paper he keeps in his jean back pocket. Never pulls it out, but makes sure it’s there all the time.
  When flustered, he reverts back to full Aussie speak, and is almost incomprehensible.

H O B B I E S

• Researching on any sort of creature, magical or not.
  Singing.
  Flying.

F E A R S

• Being in another car accident.
  Being left alone with his cousin for more than a day.
  His older brother abandoning him because he’s ‘special.’

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Delving Deeper

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Brian is usually seen as a bright and happy young boy, with a passion for animals, large or small. Growing up in Australia, he is use to dealing with creatures that might try to kill him on a daily basis, so when someone else might freak out over a tiny spider, he’d be the one setting it free into the wild. He tends to be friendly to all, and very outgoing. He isn’t very fond of fighting, and will try to break it up with a joke. He seems to have a varied sense of humor, and likes to make people laugh and smile, just like he seems to be doing.

However, this is just the mask he puts on daily. Inside, Brian is in mourning, and a very lost soul. He is different in his family, and is resented by some of them. He does not let his sadness or anger show very often, since he was usually bright and sunny as a small child, and want to keep that up. However, the mask will start crumbling at some point. He is working with a therapist over the summers to help him, however, he doesn’t enjoy talking about this side of him, and unless probed, his mask will stay.

H I S T O R Y

Brian was born to his mother and father in the lovely country of Australia. His father was an American transplant who met his mother, and fell in love. The two were married quickly and chose to stay in Australia after Brian’s mother found out she was pregnant. One child later, they had Brian, and the family of four was happy.

Brian’s mother worked at a quokka sanctuary, and brought her youngest son to work with her often. Brian bonded with the animals there, and adopted their smile as his own. He grew close to one at the age of seven, one named Steve. He wished to bring the animal home as a pet, but it was decided that it would be a poor plan, so he visited the sanctuary often to play with Steve. Brian displayed some occasional oddities, but they were brushed off.

Everything changed one day when Brian was almost eight. While going to pick up his older brother from rugby practice, his parents and himself were involved in a fatal accident. Had it not been for Brian’s magic, he probably would have been killed as well. His parents car was slammed off the road by a huge semi-truck, and they also hit a grove of trees. When Brian woke up, the first thing he saw was his parents, dead, in the front seats of the car. When the police arrived at the scene, they found the eight year old boy trying desperately to wake his parents.

For a few months after the accident Brian refused to do much of anything. He sat in his room, barely ate, and refused to speak. It was only after his older brother mentioned Steve, that he started to perk up. His aunt and uncle, whom had gotten custody of the two boys, brought Brian to the quokka sanctuary that Brian started talking, but only to Steve. Realizing that the young boy would only open up to the creature, his aunt and uncle started on the paperwork for them to bring the two young boys and the quokka back to the United States with them. There were quite a few legal battles, and paperwork issues, but they finally got the permission, two years later.

By then the ten year old was displaying more acts of magic, that stumped his guardians, brother and his older female cousin. She had grown to resent how much attention Brian was getting from her parents. She tried to claim he was making it all up, and that he was fine. She started picking on him when no one was around, calling him names, and telling him he was all alone since he only had a dumb animal as a friend.

Then next year his whole family was surprised when a young witch showed up from Salem Witchs’ Institue. She informed them of Brian’s gift and went through all the things they would need to know for young Brian and him starting at the new school that year. This put the final nail in the coffin for Brian and his cousin to ever get along. She started calling him freak, and making fun of him. However, once he got to school he started putting on a mask of happiness and friendliness and made friends amongst his peers. He much prefers being at school than home.

F A M I L Y

Amelia Jones- Mother (Deceased)
Anthony Jones- Father (Deceased)
Anthony (Tony) Jones Jr- Older brother. At three years older than Brian, he doesn’t know how to relate to his younger brother. Holds no resentment towards him, just doesn’t see him much.
Christina Fields- Paternal Aunt. One of Brian and Anthony, or Tony’s guardians. She doesn’t quite understand magic, but tries to make sure Brian feels like he is fitting in when he is home.
Mark Fields- Uncle by marriage. One of Brian and Tony’s guardians. He is usually busy with work, so isn’t home around much. Not fond of Steve the quokka.
Misty Fields- Cousin. At eighteen, she is an angry teenager that hates her two younger cousins, claiming they took her parents from her. She especially resents Brian, since he needs the most care and attention. She tries to claim he is making up his problems, but is usually silence. Will make fun of Brian and pick on him when they are alone.

F A M I L I A R

Steve is always smiling, as most quokka’s do. He keeps close to Brian, and can usually be found with the young boy. Enjoys being cuddled, but only with Brian’s permission.

T H E M E S O N G

The Stranger- Billy Joel
_{”Well, we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out
And show ourselves when everyone has gone”}

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E X T R A N E O U S I N F O

Steve is a registered Therapy Pet for when Brian is not at school.
Has a fondness for Police songs.
Always smells of eucalyptus for some reason.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

SCHOOOOOOOLLLLSS OUT FOREVER!

Northwood Academy

Samantha Wellington

Location: The Gym
Time: After the Headmistress’ New Speech

Samantha could not believe what she was hearing out of Emma Standiford’s mouth. The school, a place she had called home for many many years, where she had gotten her own education, fed off of the students abilities. Her hormones, already in flux due to her pregnancy, and also being muddled with earlier, were in overdrive.

“You’ve always known, and yet have kept this school open? And full of people for it to eat!? What kind of monster are you Emma!”

“It’s not as easy as all of that Samantha.” The Headmistress looked tired. This morning she had looked her normal hardy self, but the last few hours had drained years from her. “I wish I could explain it in a way that would make everything better, but I can’t. This place...” She shook her head and trailed off. Her voice was quiet and didn’t carry like it would normally, as such only those closest to her could hear her, especially her next words. “Is the monster.”

“So, has everyone that has died here in an ‘accident’ or ‘mysterious circumstance’ been this school’s snack? And you are just okay with it? Why let students in if you’re just going to toss them to the school, or do you just not care? Is this some sick joke to you?” Samantha was well aware that most of the students were watching her yell at the headmistress at this point, but didn’t care. She had lost someone, and now she knew why. This damn fucking school.

“I’ve never been okay with it. I would love to have never been here. To never know that someone would die next. That could be the best life, but it isn’t that simple Samantha. I can’t just turn the school off if there’s no one here.” The woman was starting to look flustered, that was a first.

Samantha narrowed her eyes at Emma and then let out a frustrated growl. “You will explain everything to me later, but right now, it seems we need to implement some new damn rules around here to make sure we don’t lose anymore students.” She turned towards the bleachers and let out a cough to get their attention.

“I know many of you are most likely distressed and upset to being stranded here, but for now, we need to all work together to figure a way out of here. I know for many of you Miss Snow left you a clue of sorts, to help us figure out a way out. However, do not go pursue these clues on your own. From now on, I want everyone to be in groups of two or more, preferably of three. Curfew is redacted, and classes are most likely cancelled. Emma, don’t you even dare try to argue with me on this. However, don’t do anything stupid, and please, keep yourselves safe, in every meaning of the word.” She looked up at some of the older students as she said this. “We teachers will still be here, but not in the teaching capacity. If you don’t feel safe, come to us, and we will help you. We want to get the hell out of here as much as you do.”

Samantha could just hear Emma’s voice behind her, “A splendid plan.” It carried no notes of sarcasm. Samantha let out a small sigh. Sure, it wasn’t much of a plan, but it would do, for now.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Post between Nina and Tess is up where placeholder was. Woo.