LetterA

do u wanna rp kids with powers in a school????? yes.

yes perfect two nerds in my bag here's a basic skeleton so far

note to anyone reading rn pls no pictures of people irl one bc im anime trash and two bc im anime trash
painted pictures or shit like that is okie dokie

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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] (classic)
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] (5-10 for now)
[u][b]Gender: [/b][/u]
[u][b]Height|Weight:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Physical Appearance:[/b][/u] (can be used in lieu of an image even tho id prefer an image tbh but also describing things not seen in the image i.e, birthmarks, scars, tatto..os... tattoos?)

[u][b]Race:[/b][/u] (human to slightly more powerful human lmao no, ghosts and vampires and shit are ok too)
[u][b]Bad Habit(s):[/b][/u] (causing a huge storm when they cry, disappearing when they get scared, lighting bugs on fire, etc)
[u][b]Petals:[/b][/u] (see those petal things in the pic above? they add a little restriction thing on them if a kid;s ability is especially whack. so, any number from 0-5)
[u][b]Repercussions:[/b][/u] (restrictions do something about that bad habit- maybe the storm turns into little rain clouds over their heads, they get only a bit translucent, etc. Restrictions can also end up backfiring, i.e, the kid who sets things on fire ends up lighting on fire himself)

[u][b]Family:[/b][/u] (ok how did they even get into this school)
[u][b]History:[/b][/u] (they're kids)
[u][b]Other:[/b][/u] (they're kids)

one of mine

"What're you lookin' at? You wanna figh- BleUGHHHH--!!"

Name:
Lance Wheidon

Age:
Eight

Gender:
Male

Height|Weight:
4'3 | 65lbs

Physical Appearance:
Contrary to the above picture, his wings are only starting to grow in and appear to be a faint tattoo on his back. Sometimes it twitches and freaks kids out which is hilarious. He also usually has blood on his face- his, most of the time- and hands- probably some other kid's.

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Race:
Terrible mixture of crow-spirit and vampire. The crow part dominates more than the vampire part, considering his mom is only barely half a vamp, but as his teeth are starting to form he's gotten weird bloodthirsty cravings.

Bad Habit(s):
Causing crows to crowd around the school when he's annoyed which is like all the time, and trying to bite people- this one is subconscious, he just can't help it when people smell good.

Petals:
Three

Repercussions:
Lance ends up vomiting blood a lot- sometimes he doesn't even notice and it just overflows his mouth. Freaks a lot of the new kids and the new caretakers, which makes him not mind a little more. The crows also don't come around anymore unless he throws a huge- like HUGE- fit, or calls them (this one is more like a 50/50 thing, considering that if they don't come, Lance throws a huge fuss, which then makes them come anyways).

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Family:
His mom is a History teacher for one of the classes and his sister attends the school.

History:
TBA

Other:
The rest of his family is actually really sweet, no one knows why he's a troublemaker.

do u wanna rp kids with powers in a school????? yes.

"Alright kids, settle down!"

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Infernum Academy for the Mystical and Strange is famed for... well, alright, so it's not a well-known school, but that's what makes it so great! As a school for students not wanting to be found by normal humans, Infernum is popular amongst the unpopular- from ghosts to goblins, everyone here is safe! This rp revolves, however, not on the rising students, but instead on Class QC: "Questionable Content".

Questionable Content are where kids varying in age from young to older-but-still-too-young-to-be-in-actual-school are placed, usually ranging in status from a teacher's child to a student's younger sibling to a student's child. With no one else able to care for them at home, Infernum allows the children to stay in the nursery where they get a good learnin' about social skills and basic education- like abcs or something.

Given some kids can't control their abilities, however, there're also a lot of.... accidents.
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Ok so basically:

• Kids aging between 5-10(12 maybe)
• im not sure if it should be mystical and strange or just kids with powers
• lmao fuck it why not both
• minimum of one paragraph (5-7 sentences) w/ decent grammar IC
• nOtHIng SeXU AL pLS i CAnT GET kICkEd OUT I hAVe A fMAMiLY tO FEeD
• fights
• fights
• silly kid crushes
• fights
• explosions
• also if anyone has a better kindergarten or nursery classroom picture that is anime pls show me i hate the one above i hate it

Questions and concerns pls list below tha Nk

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Babyface" Vagabond

Babyface was glad to see that Scully didn't press further, letting his gaze fall back to his lap as he slowly pushed himself back and forth on the swing. He let his mind drift a bit, wondering if maybe he could meet his new friend another day, or if perhaps this was a one time thing, his attention coming to as he heard beside him the creaking of the swing slowing. Babyface glanced just in time to catch Scully's eyes on his, feeling himself flush against his wish- there was something about eye contact in general added with the other boy's rattling gold eyes that made Babyface want to look away.

At hearing about the school though, the light haired boy's eyes lit up, commenting, "Yeah, no, I'm in the next town over." He pointed opposite of other Scully, thinking to himself that it was no wonder he didn't know about Babyface. He was a total stranger! "I go to Roosevelt, actu-" his sentence was drowned by the roar of a wind, his eyes closing as it rushed by. Long brown hair tickled past his face, sending a slight hum of pain against his cheek where his open wound was.

Opening his eyes once more, Babyface finding the other Scully to have hopped off his swing. He didn't know what made him do it, but he stood up as well, his swing clattering behind him and lightly knocking against the back of his knees. "Walking?" repeated Babyface as though trying to make sure before his mouth shaped an o in understanding. Leaning to grab his bookbag, he nodded and bounded after the other Scully, blushing as he became too aware of how he was walking- was he walking too much like a dork? God, he totally was.

"Uhm," started Babyface, trying to distract himself from even trying to pace his breathing, "I know about a nearby forest with a lake...? It's kind of cold though..." And as though on cue, another soft breeze brushed past.

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Babyface" Vagabond

The small pauses in conversation were getting so frequent that Babyface found himself getting used to them, awkwardness of the silences slowly replaced by simple calmness. He let his eyes glance now and again at the other Scully, and sure enough, the dark haired boy started to speak. Though, from the shuffling, Babyface wondered if maybe he'd touched a nerve, about to retract his question until the other boy spoke up.

“Woah,” was the involuntary response from Babyface's pink lips, forming into a surprised 'o'. He glanced down at his sneakers, trying not to think about how cool the other Scully was- beat up other people? His grip tightened slightly around the chains of the swing, it clinking under the pressure, Babyface unable to help himself from thinking- I wish I could do that.

He looked over at the other Scully and couldn't help but giggle, forgetting how contagious laughter was. There was another pause afterwards, the lighter haired boy pushing himself to swing slightly back and forth when Scully asked: “Why didn't you go today?”

Babyface pressed his lips together, stopping mid-swing, woodchips scattering as his heels dug into the ground. What? Wait, what was he supposed to say? He wasn't as cool as the other Scully- if anything, his reason was lame. And he couldn't say he fought kids either, what if the dark haired kid wanted to fight him for fun? The pale boy's cheeks flushed as he thought with embarrassment the real reason he skipped- he was bullied. Ugh, no, no way he was going to admit that to a stranger. Especially when that stranger seemed like he'd make a nice friend.

Offering a sheepish and small smile, Babyface commented, “I wasn't feeling too well.” Adjusting himself on his seat, a crumpling in his hand reminded him of the wrapper from the chocolate bar he'd been eating earlier. Tucking it away, Babyface half-lied, “I got into a fight, and I didn't feel like seeing them, you know?”

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Babyface" Vagabond

Babyface blinked in surprise, his large eyes gazing over the other Scully's smile before his eyes wandered down to their touching hands. The pretty boy flushed again, this time from something akin to embarrassment, but different to his usual one. His heart clenched, and for once it was the good kind of clench. With the simple touch the eighth grader could feel himself rise up again- he could do this, he could make friends. And, as fate would have it, thought Babyface as he glanced back up to giggle nervously, they had the same name.

He flinched in surprise when his hand was tossed aside, Scully stuffing his hands in his pockets. Babyface's smile faltered, and wondered- for the first time in his short life- if perhaps there was something wrong with his face. A silence fell over between the boys, the swing creaking as the wind shifted Babyface back and forth, his eyes following after Scully's and gazing upwards into the sky, jumping when his new friend(?) spoke up.

“Uhm,” started Babyface as pink tipped pale fingers lifted to his lips, pinching at pink chapped lips. He mumbled something incoherently before repeating, “I didn't wanna go today. So I skipped.” Looking over the other boy, he tilted in deference, piping up an unsure, “I could say the same thing to you, though...?”

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Babyface" Vagabond

The silence after his reply served only to make Babyface even more embarrassed, sure that he'd driven away the only other kid willing to talk to him by being stupid and awkward. His worries were slightly alleviated, however, glancing up to the sound of soft chuckling of the child beside him. As the chains creaked loudly from the force of swinging, Babyface himself started to once more slowly swing back and forth, pushing his weight back and forth between his heels. Admittedly, he'd tensed at the strange boy's first statement, but relaxed once more at the assurance that he wasn't gonna get beat.

Maybe this guy wasn't all that bad, Babyface decided, before wincing and flushing at the “pretty” comment. Something akin to pride bruised in his heart, but the beautiful boy found nothing in him that pushed him to argue. He'd never liked his face- he wished he was cooler, with eyes sharp as opposed to large and soft, with a jawline that was more defined than soft- he wished he looked more like... the strange boy jumped off the swing, Babyface wincing his eyes shut to try and miss what would be no doubt a painful end. But instead, the stranger stood and turned, just in time for a gust of wind to rush past his hair.

Babyface wanted to be like him.

He nodded his head when his name was mentioned, lifting a soft pale hand in return to shake hands, pausing at the Strange Boy's name. Scully was strange enough but... Vagabond? Was this a joke? “I- I'm Scully,” managed Babyface with a flush, half-expecting his usual crowd of bullies appear from the woodworks and laugh and jeer, as his strange name was also used as ammunition in his daily routine. As his soft hand met with the Other Scully's raw one, he almost felt something ache of loneliness in his heart- Please, Please, Please, he wished to no one, Please don't let him be a new student in my school who's actually a bully please-.

“I'm Scully Vagabond, too, actually,” he said, offering a small shy smile, still wishing quite hard, “Nice to meet you, too.”

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Babyface" Vagabond

Babyface glanced up, after two beats without a beating, just in time to see the stranger's eyes fall to the ground a pained smile forming at his lips. It was only then did the young boy notice the cut on the lips, Babyface wincing as he could almost feel the pain as well. At the wild child's comment, he decided to keep quiet this time, realizing too late that it'd been a while since he talked to another boy. Or child his age, period. At least, without getting kicked in the stomach anyways. Babyface's eyes fell to his grass-stained jeans, wondering perhaps if the other boy wanted to kick him in the stomach. Maybe this other boy was same-- maybe he... no, from the tell-tale wounds, this kid definitely had been kicked in the stomach before.

Chains beside him rattled in the empty air, the feminine boy allowing himself a sideway glance, and the sight of the wild child looking larger than life almost took his breath away. It was then that he understood, no, they weren't the same- similar, perhaps, with their mirrored bruises- but not the same. Babyface was small, thought the child to himself as his grip around the chains of his swing tightened. This stranger, this boy, he was bigger both in size and in presence. Just the thought of it almost made Babyface shrink into himself, if not for the other boy asking him something.

Large, doe brown eyes met with the glittering golden hue that was the stranger's, and for a moment, Babyface was more mesmerized than scared. Then, as the question seemed to finally hit him, his faint brows furrowed into a confusion. Pretty Boy was a nickname he was familiar to, having been called that before the name calling and taunting escalated. Still, though, it almost seemed foreign. "It's Scully," he said, trying to recollect his thoughts, before adding, "And a little. But you haven't hurt me yet, so it's okay. You're okay."

His eyes fell down to his lap once more, feeling embarrassed at his rambling, the sinking feeling of awkwardness only getting worse. Rather than his pretty face, Babyface thought, it was probably because he was so socially inept that he was bullied. Glancing up at the stranger once more, he took another shot at communicating:

"Uhm, and I'm okay. I mean, I'm nothing... to be scared of."

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Babyface" Vagabond

Sweetness in his mouth, Babyface had been enjoying the silence, letting his feet rest and allowing the wind to push him back and forth. The park was his favourite place to skip to, given it was the total opposite of his house and the chance of him running into anyone was close to none. He'd come across the place last year, and though he wondered about it's frequent emptiness, he didn't care enough to investigate. Babyface was just glad he could half a place to swing without being pushed off.

His attention drifted but came to at the sound of crunching leaves, turning his head warily in fear. Before he could reach for his bookbag and run, however, the figure appeared before him, a boy similar in age, looking far more battered and worn. Far angrier, too.

There was a moment of stillness that, to Babyface, seemed to last forever. His mind went on panic mode, his body too busy locking in fear to respond to any fight or flight impulses. He didn't know this kid, no way did they go to the same school, but was it something about Babyface that made him universally targeted? And, before the dark haired eighth grader could so much as take another breath, the stranger spoke-

"Your eyes look like shit."

Had he heard that right?

"Like you're one to talk," giggled Babyface, his eyes widening and covering his mouth, the comment having slipped out by chance. Pulling his hands away, the young teen tried to apologize, commenting shyly, "I mean, you, too. You look..." He didn't know how to finish the sentence without getting beat up, offering a wince to end his statement instead. Babyface reckoned he should've gone to school that day- it was better to be bullied by familiar faces than by a random... wild child he met in the park.

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

DIGGITY done also do you have school wtf

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

☆ the park played the same songs ☆

with the leaves whispering loneliness
the metal rungs of the swing set
singing a song of solitude



"What's your name?"
"What's it to you?"
Let's make a place to belong.

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Scully "Babyface" Vagabond

A soft chill passed over the town, the mid-noon surprisingly quiet. Birds called to each other in the cloudless sky, the surrounding neighborhood silent, people at their respective schools or work. All except one- a small boy who walked through the streets with his bag over his back, his mouth wrapped and nibbling on a chocolate bar.

Babyface reached the park in short time, instantly making his way to the empty swings. The chains rang against one another as a small gust of wind blew, the dark haired boy dropping his bag beside the set and finishing with a tired slump into the seat. He winced, his thigh hurting something nasty, the wince causing another wince when he affected the bruising cut underneath his left eye. It was small, and wouldn't scar, but warranted enough pain that Babyface thought he deserved a break.

It was only a few weeks into the school year, and Babyface already skipped three days, his sneakers kicking into the wood chips as he slowly swung back and forth, continuing to nibble on his chocolate bar. "I should've gone to school today," he said to no one as the crisp autumn air blew wistfully past his freckles.