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[Open RP] Tyria's School

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Imagine your character as a kid or teen, and how they would or be like. Well, now you can RP it out! This is purely for fun, and all are welcome to join! I will add my own characters after more people become involved.

The school, which did not particularly have a common name, stood tall and proud. The walls were fairly clean, with some spots of dirt or evidence of trashing. The inside halls of the schools were much cleaner, constantly upkept by janitors about the school. There were many classrooms in the school, only half of them in use at any time.

Each room was designed similarly, each a rough square shape with desks in equal rows. The science rooms had an extra closet for necessary tools and materials. Math rooms had shelves with spare calculators, papers, and textbooks, while the language rooms had various books on different languages and grammar within them.

The second level was purely recreational, with cafes, open rooms for hanging out, and general open areas with tables and seats to study or collaborate on homework. There were bathrooms and water fountains reasonably spaced as well. At the far end of the first and second floor sat the library, which spanned both floors with an extensive collection of various books and calenders.

Classes themselves ranged from 45-90 minutes, depending on the lesson involved in the class, however students were also given plenty of time between classes, ranging widely. Students were also given an averaged size dorm room, equipped with a bed, shelf, closet, a desk and chair, and a fair bit of space for personal belongings they bring along. For now, the rooms were immaculate, not yet cluttered by anything. Of course, the first day always changed such tidiness.

Near the dorms was the main cafeteria, where entrees were served. The cafeteria was huge, designed to accommodate many students at one time.

Feel free to start RPing from here!
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Gulmont was dropped off in a hurry, getting thrown out of his transportation and landing on his backside, his clothes badly fitting and his hair a mess. Several twigs and leaves were firmly knotted into the strands of his unruly dark main, his face has the speckles of juvenile stubble that hasn’t fully come into its own, and his clothes looked very old and worn, along with being several sizes too small, their colour faded to white from the sun.

On his back he carries a bow, though it looks more like a large stick with a woman caved onto it than anything resembling a weapon. He holds the bow to his chest like a child would do a comfort blanket, seeming to be very skittish, likely to make a run for it at any moment.

He gets to his feet, though stands hunched over, his knuckles dragging along the ground, looking like how a gorilla would stand. His keen eyes examine his surroundings from under his hair, which hangs over his face, taking in every detail. Cautiously he licks his lips and trundles forward, walking on all fours.
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Posted May 14, 14
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Scents of dolyak and smoke precede a gigantic matron of sturdy measures crossing the yard. Her steps infused with determination and a slight hurry. Well in front of the building, the giant stops and places the knuckles firmly on the broad hips to inspect the structure with an eye of a critic. A moment later her head drops with acknowledgement, ‘Will do’.

From behind the robust frame a small face shiny from a good scrubbing appears.

‘Daughter. Remember what I told you’.

Astveig scurries forth clumsily to look up at her mother, eyes wide and brows high with attention.

‘Well then. Go’.

The girl nods and is rewarded with a tender pat on the head before she is urged firmly but gently towards the door, and by then her mother already is on her way back across the yard with the kilt cheerfully dancing around leather-bound feet. She turns to watch while knitting her hands together below her chin with slumping shoulders and her bare toes wiggle with life of their own in the dust.
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Heavy footsteps were heard from the outside the yard, accompanied with low humming. Suddenly, the gates opened to reveal a rather tall kid for his age, being only 16 at the time. His skin was dark and he had short, blonde hair, eyes bright green. He smirked lightly, the light beard being quite charming on his rather edgy features.

He gazed around for a moment, carrying a messenger bag with him. He started walking through the yard, finding the nearest wall and lays his back on it, look the rest of the students with the same smirk, folding his arms behind his head, yawning loudly.

He wore a long, navy green coat, several leather belts attached to it, slightly tight as well. He wore fingerless gloves and generally had a slightly punk feel to him, his pants also adorned with several belts, torn at certain places.
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Colors of iron blue, gold and midnight fire pulled up to the edge of the cobblestone street in the shape of a carriage embellished with golden fringing. Horses were not often seen entering the bustling city that was the grand Divinity's Reach - however, here they were, two of them leading a carriage to a halt. As the door opened, the slender leg of a woman stepped from arch shaped exit of her transportation. A young woman, no more than sixteen exited the carriage dressed from head to toe in traditional regal Elonian attire and holding over her right shoulder a spacious bag. With long blonde hair that hung in tussles across her shoulders and piercing violent eyes her tanned skin seemed slightly out of place. The mixture of Elonian and Ascalonian features did not always seem to suit her perfectly. Though she was nonetheless, still, beautiful.

Viola's blush colored lips pursed together slightly as her eyes skimmed over the appearance of the building from its exterior. She wore a pleasant smile upon her lips, the hint of a smirk casually creeping in from the corners of her lips. With a shrug of her right shoulder, she heaved her bag upwards slightly - slowly stepping closer to the gates of the school's entrance.

Unknowingly, Viola kept a series of three blades concealed under her dress, taped around her thigh with black strapping for protection. The beauty tossed her skirt backwards, the slit through the side which displayed half of her left leg circled around till the side of her rear end was almost on display. Forward she strode with a sway in her hips and her eyes focused on the surrounding groups of fellow adolescent children. This would be fun.
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Gulmont keeps close to the walls of the building, trying to stay out of sight as other arrive. The wild boy turns his gaze to every newcomer, seeing the way they move, how they hold themselves, distinguishing predator from pray.

Slowly he moves to a tree that stands close to the entrance, climbing it with no effort at all, looking like a monkey. He sits in its branches, using the leaves to hide himself from view, his somewhat primitive mind deeming this to be a good vantage point to watch the coming and going of others.

Silently he waits, curious, yet frightened eyes scanning the unfamiliar sights, his nose twitching at the odd smells. He rubs the back of his neck in his nervousness, the action almost involuntary, like a tick that he can’t suppress.

His dirty fingernails then produce a bug from the tangles of his hair, flicking it away with a twist of his wrist.
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The House Henries carriage pulled up next to the front steps of the school. Adorned in rich teals and deep purples, with gold embellishments, it was hard to miss the ostentatious display of wealth the carriage represented. There was little subtlety, in the richness of the paints and the fabrics draped across the windows. The horses themselves, appeared to have been carefully bread for beauty rather then actual pulling capability.

The door to the carriage opened and the young Lord Blake Henries. "Mumsy, really, the coat is fine, I wore it last month, and I doubt anyone will care if I'm seen in it again. Besides, the purple goes with my eyes!" He was resplendent in a purple blazer, adorned with the Henries family crest on the pocket, in lavish gold embroidery. His pants are straight legged, in a subtle shade of blue, that complimented the purple very nicely. His crisp white linen shirt, showed at high pointed color, with a matching blue cravat pined at the neck. A gold vest finished the ensemble in an elegant, yet subtle brocade.

"Tell Dadums that he shouldn't worry. I won't fall for the first lovely lady that crosses my eye.. nor boy." Blake smiled at his fellow classmates, as he walked towards the front doors. His eyes taking in each arriving person, taking a moment to linger on Viola with a glint of excitement. "Hmm.. well this seems to be quite the place then!"

His voice was lilting, and dripped with sarcasm. Vowels slightly elongated as if he was lingering to drive his point home. He made a bee line for Viola, sliding up next to her. "Lovely dress, who does your tailoring?"
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The man on the navy green coat looked at the two noble kids enter the yard, rolling his eyes a bit. "Quirinus, be good.. No bullying the first day of school.." He smirked widely, gazing at the giant girl, blinking twice, chuckling to himself. He looked then at Violet, raising an eyebrow at the horses carrying her carriage, mumbling . "Well.. there's our horses..." He snorted once, shaking his head. He sighed a bit, green eyes trailing off to look at the boy climbing on the tree, raising both his eyebrows now. "Huh.. weirdos and it's just the first day.. I'll like this place, alright.."

He then looked over at the man with the purple and gold, trying his best not to let out a laugh. He crossed his arms on his chest, tilting his head and gazing the boy enter the yard. Quirinus was also quite buffed for a teen, thus the pose made sure to let his physique show from the tight leather coat. He hummed softly, eyes following the noble's movements, smirking even wider as he approached the girl.

He then yawned loudly as he heard them pick the fashion subject, stretching his limbs before walking towards Gulmont, looking up as he threw the bug away from his hair, wrinkling his nose and furrowing his brows.
"Oi, kiddo.. What's your name, eh?" He said in breaking, borderline deep voice, quite raspy as well, the change of adolescence still on it's works. He kept the wolfish smirk as he spoke, looking around occasionally.
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Sequana was brought by her father, a tall seraph soldier clad in his armour. Her face is glum and it seems she has been gone through a rough time. He speaks warm and gentle to her while his demeanor remains stern.

"I wish things were different but I see no other option and at least I know you'll be save here."

She nods at her father, sighing slightly while holding only a small bag with a few belongings.

"I understand father, don't worry about me and Desideria."

The man embraces his daughter a briefly before he sends her towards the door. Before she enters, she turns her head to look at her father for a last glimpse of him. She won't see him for quite some time. Once inside she stands in the hallway, letting her violet eyes getting used to the lighting indoor. She pulls down her hood and let her silvery hair fall free down her shoulder. Then she brushes off the dust from her sunny yellow garments, sighing and without a clue where to go.
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Having arrived a day earlier, rebellious little Lux Larkspur had by then claimed a bathroom stall where she would go and sneak a puff of a cigarette or…any other recreational substance she could get her hands on in her new prison. She exited the restroom and checked both sides of the hallway for any vigilant professor or school staff that might be nearby. Once the coast was clear, she popped a peppermint gum stick in her mouth and spritzed herself with heavy honeysuckle-scented perfume, masking the faint smell of cigarette smoke from her person.

“Where the heck did Leigh go? She was supposed to watch the door, ugh. Guess I better go outside and see who my new classmates will be…”

She was already in her uniform and evidently had altered it some. The pleated skirt was a tad too short to be ‘respectable’ and the slightly fraying hemline would suggest she took serious liberty with a pair of scissors. A few buttons were missing from the top of her blouse, making the openness reveal a peek of the black lace bra she wore…as well as a bit of cleavage. Her black thigh-high stockings, trimmed with a lace band at the top, only added to the inappropriateness of her schoolgirl ensemble. The House Larkspur-colored tie was loose and dangling off her neck like a drunken businessman’s would during happy hour karaoke. Partially hidden under the tie hung a thin leather strap with an engraved silver bullet attached to it. Delicate mesh fingerless gloves in a dark purple were accentuated by several silver rings, the black nail polish finishing off the look….a look that screamed someone was trying too hard. Because she was.

Not catching sight of her sister, she rolled her amber-colored eyes, heavily painted with black kohl eyeliner, and made her way toward the school’s entrance. Stepping off to the side, she leaned against a wall, the back of her ankle bootie’s heel impatiently tapping against the brick. Arms crossed, she spied on all the students and parents as they arrived, her attention caught by a strange boy who apparently decided to climb a tree. She kept her gaze on the monkey-boy, unable to control a soft chuckle, and murmured softly to herself:

“What…are you…”
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