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Current I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.

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Update Status: Basically done. I'm still willing to edit if there are problems, but I've completed all the areas of the CS to the best of my ability.

Huh, I guess that kind of makes sense because brain development never finishes properly.
Unfortunately, I'm only thirteen myself, and my own psychological development is incomplete, so I'm not really good at playing characters older than fifteen.
I guess this isn't the RP for me. Have fun guys!
@Wick
Felix wasn't really sure he understood, but nodded anyway. He supposed it didn't matter whether or not this made any sense, as it likely wasn't real. In the real world, he was probably comatose or something, waiting to find his way through this wonderland nightmare and wake up again. But then again, he wasn't sure he really wanted to go back. His regular life sucked, to say the very least.

He resisted the urge to fidget with the glasses; he hated having things on his face. But he wasn't about to break the rules set up for him. If he did, hell knows what would happen.
Will nodded, following as James led him up to the tower. The campus was huge; he had no idea how he was supposed to learn to get around it.

A man maybe a little older than Will's foster father Mr. Fleeter. Despite the man's neutral expression, Will could tell that he was probably irritated with them. Will didn't really know himself what was going on, so he remained silent when the man addressed the group. He still urgently needed to pee, and that was about all he could think about. He fidgeted around a bit, as if he were unable to stay still any longer. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, hunching over a bit and chewing on his knuckles. His messy dark brown hair was all over his face by this point, but he didn't reach up to rearrange it. But other than that, he tried his best to keep himself composed. No use drawing attention to himself in this kind of situation.

Feeling like he could be more useful to the interrogation, he wracked his memory for exactly what had happened. He was just on his way out of the cafeteria, without having eaten anything, when suddenly James jumped in front of him and deflected a rocket. Some of the older kids took the rocket outside to detonate it, and he himself had followed them out after wandering around a bit looking for a bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand before speaking up.
"...Someone made a rocket in the caf. I don't think anyone got hurt, though."
Ciel



Location - Franklin, Heard County High School



Ciel thought for a moment, wincing slightly as his wounds were cleaned. The questions weren't complicated, but his muddled brain was having a bit of difficulty coming up with answers.
"I'm from Watford." He said after a while. "My dad was mayor there. Hmm... I guess I like to draw. I made a lot of maps back at home. I also like reading, but you know, I haven't seen a book in months." He smiled almost apologetically, sorry he didn't have much to say. This was strange; Ciel rarely smiled, even fake smiles. And this one hadn't necessarily been fake... forced, but not fake.

He had been the son of rich, overbearing parents and hadn't had much of a childhood, so he didn't have much to share about himself. He never really had an opportunity to build an identity for himself. He thought that maybe if he'd been allowed outside more, he would have had an easier time surviving in the woods by himself. He paused another moment as Sana finished bandaging his arns, He was still in a lot of pain from whatever was ailing his stomach, but this conversation served as a good distraction. ?What about you? You've heard about me, now tell me about yourself."
I'll post after school, so I'll have time to actually try to focus and not write something crappy XD
Felix blinked in surprise, tilting his head to the side.
What kind of medication was he on again?
This was definitely a drug trip. There was no way this was real. But as he knew, the only thing to do was to play along until he came to.
He nodded yes to the water buffalo. No point in not doing some exploring of these so-called "time domes".
@Wick


Age: Around 350, but was turned when he was almost 10.
Height: 4'5
Weight: 44 pounds
Personality: Ivan is courtly and proper, if a bit stiff and arrogant. He seems to believe that he is still in power in Imperial Russia, though those days have gone with the execution of the Romanovs almost one hundred years ago. He is honest only when it suits him, but is above getting involved in petty crime. He's a quiet 'boy' who rarely smiles and never laughs.
History: Tsarevich Ivan Mikhailovich, son of Tsar Mikhail Kolyanovich of Imperial Russia, was born in the late sixteen-hundreds. A sickly boy from birth, it was worried that the only son of the royal family would not live past infancy. As such, he was soon followed by a younger brother and sister, just in case he wasn't alive to succeed the throne at his father's death. Ivan's fragile health only seemed to worsen over time, but when his younger siblings were killed by tuberculosis and his mother could no longer bring forth another son, the Tsar panicked. It so happened that vampires were often caught and executed by the Russian government, so the Tsar selected a suitable specimen from the dungeons and had his son bitten in secret. It was known that vampires were immortal. This way, the Tsarevich would live to succeed his father. Oh, but he lived through more than just that. His father was assassinated at the age of 44, and Ivan pretended to have been killed alongside his father and escaped across the ocean to the newly founded British Colonies of America. There, he saw the American Revolution unfold, lived through the downfall of the French and Russian monarchies, and many other strange historical tales. Now, he hides in seclusion with a coven of other creatures of the night.
Species: Vampire, sired by a vampire from his own dungeons back when he was Tsarevich of Imperial Russia. The vampire's name and whereabouts are unknown, leaving who preserved eternally the prince of Russia a mystery.
I'm going to wait on Smiley and Apoalo before posting again, just so I don't start drowning people in my schlocky posts again.
Will looked surprised. He wasn't really used to being approached in a friendly manner, especially by older kids. Back at the orphanage, older kids just picked on Will. He listened carefully to the boy, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'm Will. Nice to meet you, James. And, uh, sure. I'll join you guys." Said Will, trying his best not to seem nervous. He forced a smile, holding out his hand and wondering if James would take it. He was doing his best to keep still, but it was a bit difficult. He hoped that the tower would have a bathroom...

He was still kind of getting used to this school. It looked as though there weren't a lot of kids his age here. Most of them seemed much older, maybe in the 15 to 18 range. he was only 10 himself, and frankly it was a little intimidating. He was still really new to his abilities, and wasn't really sure why he was being advanced so quickly. Maybe his powers would be really useful once he'd trained them, but for now he didn't really seem like he fit in.
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