~ Life ~

[Angel Of Death]

Life... life is what you make it. Whether you become a cheerleader, or one of the class' smartest, whatever you do, the choice is yours. Some choices are forced, some aren't even noticed until they're made. But from this, your life unveils itself to the people around you.

This story revolves around a certain few, at a typical highschool senario. Make friends, study hard, and enjoy yourself.... or not. Again, the choice is yours. But be warned, being alone is not the way you want to be... it comes with great sorrow.

Rules
1. No godmodding/powerplaying
2. Romance is allowed but PG-13
3. Don't leave anyone out
4. Post the word choices in your first post
5. Cursing is allowed but keep it under control
6. Don't mess with other people's romance
7. Have fun
8. No spots will be saved!

Template:
Name: (Your average name)
Nickname: (What your friends call you other than your real name)
Gender: (Male or female)
Age: (13-19)
Grade: (7-13)

Car: (If old enought to drive an have a job u may have a car)
Job:
Life Goal:

Appearance: (One paragraph or a picture. Can be real life or anime)
Personality: (What your character is like around other people.)

Interests: (What you enjoy doing)
Group: (Like Emo, Nerd, Skater... etc)

History: (The background of your character. One paragraph minimum)

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No matter how far into the RP, you can always join. Just post up the template, and post away.

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Name: Zane Carter
Nickname: Sin
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 11
Job: Back crew at Red Rooster (Fast Food Place)
Life Goals: Becoming a Pro Skater And getting his band a record deal.

Car: 99 American Muscle
http://www.pictures-of-cars.com/Mussel-Car.jpg

Appearance:

Personality: Zane is shy, and tends not to talk to anyone. He has a short temper, and is easyly angered. His life has been hard, and because of, he has a tough exterior as well as interior.

Interests: Listening to Heavy Metal music like Slipknot , Stone Sour, Murderdolls and 36 Crazyfists. He also like to hang out with his mate, they spend most of there time at a skate park. He Plays the drums in his band.
Group: Metal Head/ Skater / Emo

History: Zane life was hard when he was young, his mother and father left him for dead when he was 14. He was bullied at school, bashed, beatin to a blood mess for the way he dressed. Zane ended up running from the town he called home.

Zane traveled for years till he found a place were he wasnt alone for the way he dressed. Zane made some good friends within weeks of beening in the town. Zane and his new friends ended up living in old house near the local skate park, most of the boy that Zane lives with skate, they all hope to go Pro one day. Zane and his friends have made a band called Xero Malfunction were he is know as Sin; Zane writes most of the lyrics and hopes one day they will get a record deal.

 

[Angel Of Death]

*Destiny_Seeker* asked me too post her bio, here it is.

Name: Jenifer Johnson.
Nickname: Jen.
Gender: Female.
Age: 16.
Grade: 10.

Car: Blue Civic Hybrid (borrows it from her father).
Job: Works at a local dollar store as a cashier.
Life Goal: To become a successful gaming creator.

Appearance:

< Except with dark blue jeans and a purple top.

Personality: Jen is extremely outgoing. Although she's insecure about herself, Jen doesn't show it very often. The only time she reveals that she's intimidated is when she's around large groups of people. Other than that, Jen can be very bold, loud, clumsy, and silly. She is also very intelligent, but that part isn't seen a lot.

Interests: Jen is mostly interested in music, anime, video games, writing, movies, and computer graphics.

Group: Loser Outcasts.

History: Ever since her mother died in a car accident when Jen was six, her father has been raising her. They've gone from city to city due to his job, meaning Jen hasn't had much time to make a lot of friends. At age sixteen, her and her father finally settled down in a small suburban town. Now she's the new kid at school once more.

 

[Aceflyheight]

OOC: I'll guess that I'll join if you don't have any problems with it. I've been wanting to join a real-life type of rp for a while.

Choices

~Template~
Name: Skylar Langford
Nickname: Sky
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 11

Car:
Job:
Life Goal:

Appearance:
Personality:

Interests:
Group:

History:

OOC: I'm busy so I'll edit the rest later.

 

[Blackest Night]

Choices, choices

Name: Alexander A. Marseille
Nickname: No official nickname. Responds to "Alex", "dude", "man", "you", and so on into infinity.

Gender: Male
Age: 19
Grade: 13

Car: Black 2004-05 Honda Civic. The insurance sucks, but the gas mileage makes everything better.

Job: Strange as it may seem, Alexander's self-given title is a "personal and human resources correspondent." In short, he answers phones at a local businesses human recources department. Alexander possesses a clear, tranquil voice, which he often uses to answer phone and promptly place the callers on hold till kingdom come.

Life Goal: Alexander hopes to one day become proficient in the realm of advertising. He views it as "just bloodthirsty enough" for him.

Appearance: Really now, don't be surprised.

The above picture is the most recent availablephoto of Alexander. Unfortunately, it also contains an equally recent ex-girlfriend of his in a long line of women under a similar category. Alexander is, like most people, concerned about the way he looks. Thus, he attempts to keep himself in good physical condition.

Alexander is approximately 6' 3", with a weight that he hasn't bothered to check in some time. Alexander tends to go by what he looks like he weighs rather than the numerical equivalent. Alexander's membership to Planet Fitness has granted him a well-built body. He is not a gigantic behemoth of a man, but rather toned, lean, and powerful. Alexander has no quallms about his body and enjoys wearing clothes that compliment his physique.

Alexander's usual attire consists of any manner of black shirt, ranging from tank tops to long sleeved dress shirts, paired with dark blue boot cut jeans. An avid fan of necklaces, Alexander has a vast number of them and is rarely found without one around his neck. A majority of his necklaces are silver or metal and serve to compliment the two silver rings in his earlobes. His ensemble is rounded out with a pair of black shoes, which despite their quality, were likely found at the bottom of a dicsount bin.

Personality: Alexander posseses a very clear, calming voice. It is this calming voice that allows him to utilize his infamous biting wit to such a succesful degree. Alexander is extremely intelligent and has absolutely no issues with displaying such an intellect over people whom he considers beneath him, in effect everybody. Alexander tends to be very demeaning towards others and tends to point things out very bluntly.

However, Alexander's friendship is a very valuabla asset. With such a person on one's side, others would think twice to cross you. Alexander, due to his observant and intelligence-gathering nature, often doles out very good advice, wether others want it or otherwise. Once gained, Alexander's loyalty is very hard to dispel.

Alexander enjoys living "in the now." He often holds very little concern for the future or the consequences of his actions. He lives in the moment, and for enjoyment. If he were to be met on the street, it would be very likely that he would be found pursuing some fleeting fancy of his.

Interests: Alexander enjoys the art of writing, and has found himself to be quite good at it. Sadly, he was discovered that he is horribly unsuccesful at nearly every other form of art. Short of this, however, Alexander enjoys listening to music, ranging from pop hits, to modern rock, and to ths sweeping classical works of Mozart and Bach. Alexander finds the highest pleasure in seeking out almost every enjoyable facet of life, randing from sex to reading. His interests vary, but the main core stays the same.

Group: Though unsure of what group he in which he belongs, Alexander has friends in the Skater, Punk, and Goth groups. he has also managed to make a few connections within the Outsider class, though he is often confused as to why they cannot "man up" and make friends.

History: Truth be told, Alexander has led a very pleasant life. He had a lovely childhood, and was not raped, strangled, abused, kicked, beaten, impregnated, kidnapped, nor did he suffer the death and/or divorce of his parents due to some 1-in-a-million disease. None of that nonsense. His parents argued, but all caretakers do and Alexander has almost always felt at home at, well, his home. Comfortably middle class, Alexander has rarely felt any vast wave of depression. However, he is surprisingly without moral restriction, often taking part in underage drinking, though his occasional smoking is legal.

When he was young, Alexander was incredibly inquisitive. He is the cause of more than a few of his parents' headaches, afflictions which often resulted in them telling him to simply go outside and play. The quick fix was far from a solution to their problem, for as soon as Alexander would step outside, his eyes would land on something else and he would return with new questions about whatever had struck his fancy. It was during this particular time of his life that Alexander got in his first fight. He had been happily playing with a new bouncy balll that he had gotten from some machine in a grocery store. Evidently, this ball, for it was red you know, caught the eye of a neighbor, who desired to play with it as well. That very same neighbor, having attempted to step into what Alexander considered "his" playtime, received a bouncy ball to the face and a bite to the arm. It was Alexander's bouncy ball and he would play with it until he no longer wanted to, thank you very much.

It is now that we skip a few years in Alexander's life, from young child to preteen. At the age of 12, Alexander asked, a.k.a forced, a friend of his to pierce his ears. His mother was horrified, naturallly, though intervention from Alexander's father prevented her from ripping the piercings out of her son's ear. Through his own dogged determination, Alexander has managed to keep the piercings in to this very day and shows no signs of desiring to stop.

Once more, we suffer a skip in the story of Alexander's life. Years 13-15 are, in all actuality, terribly boring and we dare not suffer through them. At the age of 16, Alexander attended a formal dance sponsored by his school. He had quite a bit of fun, naturally, though it was later that night that he would have the most enjoyment. Alexander lost his virginity after that very same formal dance, though the event in itself wasn't anything particularly spectacular. The girl herself wasn't very impressive, but this is highschool and I suppose we must deal with such things from time to time. Around this age, Alexander had his first cigarette. He is not a fervent smoker, nor do his clothes frequently smell of smoking tar and rat poison. However, should he feel extreme pangs of anxiety, Alexander may very well find a secluded spot and smoke.

Now 19, Alexander has gained some notoriety in the school for his blunt manner, sarcastic remarks, and slightly skewed view of life. In one particular instance, after verbally reducing a poor freshman to a pile of quivering tears wearing a backpack, Alexander noticed a considerable group of boys picking upon one of the school's "Loners." His loud, clear voice carried quickly and powerfully down the halls, dispersing the boys and leaving the girl there, understandably confused. Not one for awkward moments, Alexander simply offered her a helping hand, easily lifted the girl to her feet, and accounced that the two of them might as well be friends. It wasn't every day he did this sort of thing, you know.

Even hedonistic cavemen have souls.​

 

[Ulti]

Name: Toni Abercoth
Nickname: Toni, of course
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: 11

Car: None ( she has a bike )
Job: None ( she sells her drawings and paintings to get money )
Life Goal: To become a famous artist

Facial Appearance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v363/Beyblader/37.jpg

Attire: Toni is not one to be "hip" and "up-to-beat" with fashion. She only wears what she feels comfortable in. Everyday is different, so one can't simply sum up her closet. Though, she can be seen in a white t-shirt with navy blue sleeves and a navy blue star printed on the chest, a pair of bell bottom jeans, and a silver necklace with a dragon pendant that dangles over her bare skin.

Personality: Toni is the definition of an Outcast. Quiet, shy, and fragile. All she cares about in school is to complete work and do well on it. If she was liked, it still wouldn't mean she would have any friends. To her, work first. Play later. This set of mind is the cause of past arguments with other students. Apparently, they dislike people who love to do their work. And so, Toni took to a life of solitude.

If you really got to know Toni, she is a very warm person. Maybe a little too innocent for her own good. Maybe too curious as well. With the two combined, Toni can get herself into a lot of trouble and have that trouble stick to her. If blame is put onto her, she will not fight back. She lost the willpower to fight back due to her daily harassings.

Interests: Besides doing her work, in her free time, Toni loves to draw. Her favorite subject is fantasy. So, you can catch her drawing a phoenix or a dragon every time she picks up a blank sheet of paper. She always loves to paint her pictures. This is the only time she lets her guard down. Any object you give to her, Toni can paint it like a master.

Toni is a well-known bookworm. If she isn't working, drawing, or painting, then she is definitely reading. Like drawing, she loves fantasy books. Every week she comes to school with a new book. When people ask her about the books, sh can give a well-detailed summary, despite the fact that the person probably started to ignore her after the first minute.

Group: Outcast

History: Toni is about as average as you can get. She had a normal childhood, as far as people saw it. But inside the house, a deeper problem was taking place. Toni always kept to herself when other kids came over to play with her other siblings. She did not ever try to talk with them, let alone become their friend. She was a bit of a bookworm, reading books daily. To her parents, Toni liked the reality in her books than the reality in the real world. They began to worry even more when this problem dragged into school.

Teachers had quite a collection of drawings and books they had taken away from Toni. In her younger years, Toni only cared for what she liked. After being confronted by her parents ( a little threat of no more money for books ), she started to concentrate on her schoolwork. This only gave her pupils more reason to diss her. "Nerd". "Bookworm". "Teacher's Pet". So many names she had to carry on her shoulders through the years. It was not hard to believe she became an Outcast this way.

Even in her own group, Toni still felt the sting of loneliness. Truthfully, Toni wanted a friend. She wanted someone to stand up for her since she didn't have the guts to do so. She never got one. Too shy to talk to others, to weak to fight against those who attacked her, it seemed hopeless for Toni to survive the rest of her years at the school. It was a strange day. It was cloudy for most of the day. It was usual at school. Harassment starts. Kids laughing. Then, a loud voice echoed through the halls. Someone had spoken against her harassers. When she looked up from her usual down position, everyone was gone. The only one there beside her was none other than Alexander Marseille. Toni never figured why he stood up for her now, when in the past he stood quiet as the rest of the students. But, she didn't ignore her hand of friendship neither. Her first friend, as Toni would constantly say, still in disbelief to this day.

 

[Angel Of Death]

Aceflyheight is accepted ( Yet you have till the 20th to finish you bio )

Blackest Night is accepted ( still have to finish your bio )

Ultima Keyblade is accepted

 

[Jopari]

Making choices is easy.

Name: Anthony MacEntyre
Nickname: Anton
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 11

Car: Pontiac G6

Job: Anton has two jobs, one that he hates with a deep passion and the other that fits his life goal. His hated job is at the movie theater working behind the concession stand, but his preferred job is a freelance writer. He manages to get his work into magazines and gets small paychecks from these jobs.

Life Goal: Anton’s life goal is to become a published novelist, but mainly he just wants to spread his writing around the world. As long as he’s writing and not working too hard he’d be fine with his life.

Appearance: Anton is about 6' 1" and weighs around 150 to 160 pounds last time he checked. His body isn’t in the best of shape, but he’s fit and doesn’t seem to be balancing on the edge of anorexia or obesity. His hands are almost unnatural looking with a long and slender form, but are surprisingly strong as anyone who’s shaken his hand could tell you. He bears no really distinguishing marks other than pale faded scars that criss-cross his hands.

His dark eyes are a stunning hazel colour that matches his messy brownish hair that changes shades depending on the sunlight falling on it, caused by the damage he’s done from dying it. His facial features are balanced, an interesting combination of handsome and cute, with sharp cheekbones but smooth, wide eyes.

Anton’s general attire is average. He generally wears simple blue jeans and t-shirts with some witty bit of sarcasm screen-printed onto them. He varies between wearing combat boots and sneakers depending on the day and how he feels. Whenever it rains or gets cold he pulls on his blue military overcoat.

Personality: Anton is easily tagged as a loner by most people, quiet and out of the way. This is contested by the surprising number of friends he has, but he has trouble making new ones. His issues with making friends comes from his egotistic nature and his awareness of his own intelligence. He doubts the intelligence of most the people around him and is quick to insult people with veiled threats and sarcastic comments. He is quick to crack down on slang and refuses to use it for anything other than sarcasm.

Due to his quiet nature Anton has a distinct view of everyone around him. He is easily able to see the interests and attentions of others. Despite this observing nature of everyone else he has trouble realizing the emotions that are focused on him, frustrating many of the people who would be his friend or more. He rarely cares about these people though and prefers to only have a few good friends that he trusts.

Interests: Anton is a writer, as long as he is writing then he feels good and is capable of expressing himself. He writes everything and uses his second interest, music, to inspire him. He’ll listen to any sort of music, but his mood determines the genre. Other than his interest in music and writing he also enjoys philosophical discussions that sometimes startle his friends and family.

Group: Anton would quickly be classified as a lonesome Outcast by most people, but those closer to him would consider him to be a member of the Punk or Nerd culture at the school. Despite the Outcast part of him Anton can easily fit in among most groups as long as he keeps his mouth under control.

History: Anton was a normal child, what can you say about him that really sets him apart. He lived happily and his parents were content with his behavior. He may have been a little distant as a child and had his phases of violence and forced exile. His parents moved around a lot when he was young, so he never really made permanent friends, but he never realized that it was abnormal.

When high school finally rolled around his parents decided it was time to settle down and let him get through high school with a steady school. He grew into his school, starting as a freshmen, confused and annoyed at being stuck in a school for four whole years. Eventually the annoyance faded, but the confusion was always there. He never really got all the drama about love and romance. “What the hell are you crying for, you’re gonna go to college and never see him again?” he’d often ask his friends, much to their annoyance.

By the beginning of junior year he’d set himself up in highschool. He’d carved out a niche and set up a little group of friends who knew his secrets and cared enough about each other to look out for each other. Junior year looked exciting, finally being an upperclassman and being able to pull rank on the freshmen for real this year.

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

Name: Jethro Tirony
Nickname: Jett
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Grade: 13

Car: Nissan 350Z
Job: Manager at a local computer shop.
Life Goal: Wants to become an IT specialist, and is happy learning more and more about it where he works.

Appearance: Jett stands at a height of 6'3, and weighs about 90kgs. He has black hair falling dead straight just past his shoulders with a red tinge to it. He has vibrant blue eyes, and a slightly long face. He has an athletic body, and goes for jogs in the morning and to the gym on most Sundays. He usually wears a black Effekt shirt with small skulls on it, with black-blue jeans held up with a studded belt, and black Colorado shoes.
Personality: Open to suggestions, and loves to do stupid stuff when the opportunity arises. He is often funny, and loves to see people smiling. Jett usually likes to help out people where ever he can, and is often talking to new people.

Interests: Listening to music, making people laugh, driving around and hanging out with his mates.
Group: He is supposedly emo because he likes to wear black, but he prefers to hang around with people who laugh, and the people who drive cars.

History: Growing up, Jett actually was totally different then he is now. He was constantly shy, crying and hiding from people. He was bullied and everything, and prefered to stay at home then go out partying. At about 15, he was technically 'emo', cutting himself, dressing himself up with make-up and not caring about others. After finally asking for help, he changed into what he is today... and that's why he tries to help anyone he can. He doesn't want others to go through what he did.

 

[Blackest Night]

So yeah guys, this is a bump. lololololololol

 

[*Destiny_Seeker*]

Let's start this dang thing already. I wanna RP! ^_^

 

[stripes]

Name: Desiree' Stephens
Nickname: Des
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: 11

Car: Nissan Altima
Job: Target
Life Goal: Just be more then what they expect

Appearance: http://www.advancedanime.com/pictures/anime_girl.jpg
Personality: She is mostly the quiet type. She is not confident in herself at all, but she tries to fit in. She barley talks when she opens up her mouth, the most that usually comes out is a "hey" or a "yeah". She'll talk now and then if it's to the friends she can trust, other then that she's a loner. But when people tick her off, something in her click, and she can't hold back.

Interests: Playing video games, going to concerts, taking pictures, internet.
Group: She doesn't really have a group. She likes to hang out with anybody who is worth talking to. She avoid preps because of what happened at her last school.

History: Desiree's father split after she was 2 and ended up in prison. She hasn't seemed him since, but now she lives with her mom, her step dad, and her little brother. She has a pretty decent life, except to the fact that she had exchange schools twice because of violent behavior. Desiree doesn't to much like to talk about her past because she use to get into a lot of fights, but now that she's older and almost close to graduation she tries to keep herself under control.

 

[Prophet]

Calling a spot please. Will have template up some time tommorow.

 

[Angel Of Death]

Starting tomorrow. all templates are accepted, please finish those that are incomplete. see you all soon

 

[Prophet]

This really sucks. My template is bad, but I will have to edit it as we progress. So much hmwk... Such a choice...

Template:

Name: Christopher Jenda

Nickname: Chris,Jenda, the Sensei

Gender: Male

Age: 17
Grade: 11

Car: None as for now. He rides his plain black bike most places.

Job: Christopher works two jobs. On weekdays he works at a local Tae Kwon Do dojang called Talium, where he teaches the martial art of tae kwon do to kids and adults of all ages. He is currently a Senior Assistant Instructor, which means he is one belt below full Instructor. He is on payroll as of now, and currently works five days a week in this position.

His second job takes place on the weekends, in which he serves as a bus-boy, dishwasher, cashier, and stock-boy for a local Chinese restaurant. He works on Saturday mornings, to the dismay of many of his friends, but chooses that above working on his day of rest, Sunday. He has mastered the art of suds and soap, and although broken dishes remain a thing of the past, he has yet to conjure up in the magic of the kitchen. In other words, he can't cook.

Life Goal: In his own words, Chris describes his goal as "being a good person, a good student, a good teacher, and a good Christian. Hope that all works out..." He also intends to unite the realms of science and religion... his two main interests... how he intends to do so is beyond him right now...

Appearance: Chris is tall, standing at about 6'2'' but remains very slim. He is definitely not buff, but does retain an air of lean fitness. He usually is seen wearing black, going with a family saying "When in doubt, wear black..." He can be usually seen wearing a pair of plain blue jeans, along with a plain black t-shirt. Not one to favor logos or markings, he appears very plain in his attire, his head of long raven black hair hanging down where it slightly curves inward as it nears his neck. There is a slight red tinge on the left side of his bangs, which can only be seen up close. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown, and his features are predominantly Chinese in nature; although if one looks close, they can see the distinct American dilution thrown into the mix. He can be described as handsome, although with the coming of age, also comes the coming of damned facial acne. Fortunately, his face is mostly lacking of said blemishes, but if he is not careful about how he touches his face, they can spring up almost overnight.

Personality: Chris is a gentlemen at heart, always trying to be moral and idealistic, pushing himself to have that gentle balance between being both good, but not patronizing. He is quiet around those he doesn’t know as well, choosing to work independently for the most part. He enjoys debating moral issues, as well as religion, and at all times maintains a serious, calm attitude that sometimes can be mistaken for monotony. Highly intelligent, but not up to genius level, Chris always enjoys a good sci-fi, and is a great fan of the television show Heroes. He does enjoy smalltalk with his close friends, but otherwise remains relatively quiet around those he doesn't know. Master of the akward silence, and King of uncontinued conversations, the minute things get casual, Chris begins to lose it... And when women come into the equation... let's just say things can practically grind to a halt sometimes...

Interests: Tae Kwon Do, running, drawing, writing creative fiction, religious debating, Christianity, and reluctantly on some levels, women. Chris especially enjoys science as well as religion, and searches to one day combine these two major parts of his life.

Group: Chris has no groups, although he has been described as the most “emo non emo person in all of existence.” He is a Christian by choice, and has chosen to “hang out” with those of many categories, choosing to be with many groups, from Nerds to Athletes, etc. However, he does tend to stay away from the Skaters, Emo’s, Goths, Druggies, and Gangsters.

History: Chris was born to an average family, middle class on November 12 of an average year. He was born into a family of devout Christians, and as such, was raised in the faith of Jesus Christ since he was a little boy. His father is disciplinary, conservative, while his mother, coming straight from the religion of Buddhism, is more lax, liberal. As such, he has developed a belief in a middle path, a somewhat neutral way to express his religion without pushing it down anyone’s throats. He grew, progressing in his status from the weird little bible kid, to a tall, somewhat gangly teenager.

7th grade was the year he was finally accepted for who he was... Eighth grade led to more friends, and more fun... He became happy, accepted because of his kindness for once, and as he progressed into his Junior year of Highschool, he was suddenly plagued by the curse of all teenage boys. Women… His faith exercises control over one’s gaze, and he is expected to watch where he looks when women are around, as well as refraining from sexual intercourse until marriage. However, he is finding it harder and harder to resist these urges, and as he progresses in his twisting life, he is unsure of how long it will be before he cracks.

 

[[crash]]

Name: Tami White

Nickname: Tam-Tam (A joke from fourth grade)

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Grade: 13

Car: 2000 Chevy Cavaliers

Job: Waitress at Diner in town

Life Goal: Go to College and Become a History Teacher

Appearance: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a9/BigMommaKayla/rl20.jpg

Personality: Tami seems shy at first, but once you become good friends you realize you can't get to to stop talking. She talks alot and enjoys music, Movies (lots and lots of money), and Television (knows almost every show)

Interests: Tami sometimes doesn't go out alot unless she has to or her friends force her to. She really likes to sit at home listening to music, watching a movie, or television. IF she does go out though she knows how to have a good time.

Group: Band Nerds/Cheerleaders

History: Tami was always an outcast when she realized in 7th grade that she needed more activity in her life. She was was strong, smart, and good hand-eye-cordination so she tried out for cheerleading with a few friends. Tami thought she wouldn't make it, but turned out knowing how to do a back flip and being tight had good benefits.

After making cheerleading, the only one from her group, she lost touch with her old friends and got to know the other cheerleaders. Tami was really good and from when she started on they won alot of competitions each year. Then in 10th grade Tami decided she need some type of music to form her life just a bit better. Taking private lessons for years with the trumpet she joined band and made alot of friends there.

Soon after that she helped bring the band and cheerleaders closer together. The football and basketball games got better and everyone in the school had more fun. Life was going perfect. Good grades, good job and money, and good family. That was until she saw him,
Alexander A. Marseille, her one and only secret crush.

 

[Blackest Night]

*eagerly awaits the beginning* I'm already enjoying this.

 

[Sean]

Name: De'Sean Jones

Nickname: Sean, Big D

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Grade: 9

Car: 2004 Chevy Trailblazer (with a permit)

Job: None

Life Goal: Graduate from college and be one of the 0.09% that go into the pros

Appearance: Sean's body build is slightly above average. He stands at 5'9 with an exceptional muscular build. Sean always has some sort of dye in his hair. One week it may be brown, and it may be a dirty blonde the next. But he is never the one who dyes his hair blue or green. Most of the time he's seen wearing his "trademark" white Saints hoody. to go with the sweater, he wears baggy, tan jeans that partialy cover his black, Classic Vans.

Personality: Being the only freshmen on the Varsity football team, Sean takes that privelage to heart. When he is around his "boys" he's most likely to make the whole group laugh. His ego sometimes gets the best of him though, whether is be on the field or in the classroom.

Interests: football, rock music, rap music, video games (especially Madden and NCAA), the intertnet, books, anime, swimming, basketball, track & field, comedy, women. Although, at school sports may be one of his important interest, at home he sits back and reads books all day.

Group: Sean is found hanging out with students from other grades. He is well known around the school as a student athelete.

History: ( finished by thursday night)

 

[Angel Of Death]

OOC: Sorry I didn't start this the other day, been sick and tired so haven't been on KHI.

The Beginning...​

Zane pulled his car into a parking space, his music loud as ever. He turned the key turning the car off, he grabbed his bag and slowly got out of the car. Zane was wearing black skinny jean and black slipknot shirt, Zane had his hair like normal with his "Emo fringe" as people liked to pay him out for but Zane didn't care then or now. Zane walked to the office, the office lady asked Zane "Can i help you?, Zane replied to her. "I'm a new student, can i have my time table please?" the office lady said "Sure, what name?" Zane answered "Zane Carter, Year 11." The Office lady gave Zane his time table and he walked out of the office.

Zane started walking towards his first class as the bell rang, Zane walks into with "Grade 11 Maths A" written on the door. This was Zane's first day at his new high school...

 

[*Destiny_Seeker*]

Jenifer Johansen stepped out of her parked Civic Hybrid and locked it with the alarm pad on her keychain. She slipped her burgundy-colored backpack over her left shoulder and headed towards the large entrance doors.

"Wow......Big school.....Kinda intimidating......" Jenifer turned the handle that opened the doors to the school. The doors that led to her new high school future. As she walked inside, the girl noticed tons of students standing at their lockers, interacting with each other.

"....Oh God.....Tons of people......" she whispered, spinning the dial on her top locker.

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

Waking up late again, Jett reached back over and sighed at the time. Throwing off the blankets, he dragged himself out of bed, and walked slowly to the shower. He was already late, why not make it longer? After a few minutes, his bathroom door opened with a ton of steam flooding out, and Jett walked back to his bedroom with nothing but a blue towel. In his room, he pulled on a pair of black silk boxers, followed by his blue-black jeans that already had the belt threaded through the holes. He buckled it up, and decided to go for a black singlet today. Reaching into his drawers, he pulled on out, and slipped it over his head. Slipping on some black socks, then his Colorados, he finished himself off with a quick hair play-around.

Walking to the kitchen, he fixed himself a coffee, drank it rather slowly, pulled a cigerette from his metallic container he received from his grandfather, and lit it up as he walked out of the house. He grabbed his keys and closed the door with a small bang as he headed to his car. Clicking a button, the car unlocked and he hoped into the driver's seat. Pushing the clutch in, he turned the key, and the car roared to life. He pushed the gearstick into first, and closed his door, then fiddled with his stereo.

After grinning a bit, finally finding "Liberate - Disturbed" on the CD, he pushed his other foot on the accelerator, the car reeving a lot, and then dumped the clutch, and the cars' wheels spun, leaving black marks and quite a bit of smoke behind him. Laughing as he quick shifted to second, he headed towards the school, his sub woofer amplifying every bit of bass the song had to offer. He turned a sharp corner, still traveling around 60kmh, and smiled as the song changed to "Deeply Disturbed - Infected Mushroom". Reaching the school, he parked up, but left his car running while he finished his smoke. When it was burnt down to the filter, he flicked it away, and turned his car off, hopped out, closed the door and locked it with his keys.

Walking up the stairs, he saw a kid with black, uniquely cut hair, with a bleached fringe ask for a timetable, and thought he heard the words "new student"... He'd sure have to look out for himself if that were true, especially judging from the clothes he was wearing. "Oh well..." Jett spoke out loud, and gave a smile, heading towards his first class, 'English & Literature.'