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 Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 4:24 pm
Hello and welcome to Gravard Academy, an institute for young men of prominence. Gravard Academy prides itself on its history - it was establish in the early 1900s - rigurous education, propper treatment of pupils as well as its wealth. It is a school founded to teach those of wealthy upbringing.
Gravard Academy is a very old, prestigious all-boy's boarding school that ranges its teaching from junior high to college. All teachers and students have had thurough background checks before being accepted. This institution takes the education of its pupils very seriously.
There are occasional scholorship students accepted, perhaps up to three (maximum) per grade level, but more often than not none are accepted.
Gravard Academy is situated in England (where, exactly, shall remain unknown), but many foregin students have been accepted.
There are no uniforms.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 4:27 pm
Profiles:
Please PM all profiles to ME (Mie-tanuki). DO NOT post them in the thread. If you are accepted, I will put the profile up on this post and notify you so that you may begin RPing.
Profile Application:
Gaia Name:
Character Name:
Age:
Grade Level:
Height*:
Weight*:
Appearance**:
Picture*:
Personality:
Bio:
Position:
Other*:
*=optional
**=please type this out fully, not just a picture. Include skin shade, tall/short, eye color, hair color/style and anything else you want to put (as in clothes preference)
Accepted Profiles:
Gaia Name: Mie-tanuki
Character Name: Ly (pronounced "lie") Rodderre
Age: fifteen
Grade Level: freshman (ninth grade)
Height*: about 5'2"
Weight*: about 100lbs
Appearance**: He has short, platinum blond hair that he always parts to one side. He has no bangs (they are the same length as the rest of his hai) and tucks the front hair behind his ears. His is very short and skinny. His skin is very pale. He has bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks and lips. He wears lots of different styles of clothes, but most of it is long sleeves and loose. He likes wearing turtle necks and/or scarves. He wears lots of mascara and eyeliner and has a signature look of drawing fake eyelashes under his eyes.
Picture*: X X X
Like these, except a guy
Personality: He is quiet, but also very curious. Although he usually keeps to himself, he has a very short fuse and gets angry easily. However, it is also easy to divert his attention and make him happy. He has an excellent memory. On the inside, he is fed up with being portrayed as "perfect" to the general public and quite often wishes to be normal (like that will ever happen).
Bio: He comes from a family that is notorious for turning out actors, directors, writers... anyone famous - so it was not at all a surprise when he started modelling at the age of eight. He is currently VERY popular. He is also musically tallented - he plays the harp as well as the piano and several other instraments. He has been tutored in many subjects from a very young age.
Position: uke
Other*: He's a very picky eater. wink
Gaia Name: _Misha_Nyo
Character Name: Miles Smith
Age: Fifteen
Grade Level: Freshman
Height*: 175cm
Weight*: About 110lbs
Appearance**: Miles eyes are sort of a bronze colour with a tint of gold. He has short dirty blond hair with bangs which go in random places. He has a muscular build which you can easily see through his fashion (short-sleeved hoodie with a striped long-sleeved t-shirt under it) but not Heracles muscular. His skin is quite pale, with no rosey cheeks or anything like that.
Picture*: x His eyes are a little more bronze though.
Personality: He's a big jokster yet doesn't take his jokes too far. He's a very hyper person, which why he's very athletic. He gets jealous very easily, but not over something stupid. Although he can act like an idiot, he's very smart and he's very protective of the ones he loves. He also has a way of understanding everybody's emotions.
Bio: Mile's father side of the family was known for many succesful things, most of them had to do with strength though. His mother's side of the family was a normal yet beautiful family. He's popular, and loved and admired by a lot of people, yet he doesn't really notice that and pays a lot of attention to his bad traits. Why? Well, a few years ago, he fell in love with a boy only a year younger than him. They had a seceret relationship until the young boy had to move to another country because of "family buisness". Miles later found out that the young boy just brutally dumped him for another person (doesn't know whether it's a male or female) so he vowed never to fall in love with a boy again. Miles is diagnosed with amnesia because of a incident as an ex-gang member, so he forgot the young boy's name.
Position: Seme
Other*: Mile's secretly knows how to play the harp beautifully. whee
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:47 am
Ly frowned down at his cellphone, bright eyes squinched down as his brow wrinkled. Apparently there ahd been a change of plans - no photo shoot today, so he was stuck at school. And he had only just gotten out of his class, too. He stowed his phone in his pants pocket and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to think of the best thing to do.
He didn't want to go back to class, that was for sure. It was history - his least favorite subject. He just couldn't hold all those dates in his head. No, he wouldn't waist this opportunity to miss that ill-favored class. Instead, he would ditch. Technically he wasn't supposed to, but... not like anyone cared, right? As long as his family kept funding the school he could do whatever he wanted.
Smiling at his oh-so-well-made desicion, he strode off to the courtyard to find something to do.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:06 pm
After Miles finished his many laps out in the courtyard for physical-education, he walked to his next class history.
"History isn't so bad..." Miles said to himself, he never hated a school subject, it was probably because of his many hours of studying every night. He somtimes wonders how he can also fit his daily athletic practise after all that studying.
He bumped into a boy and dropped his textbooks. "Ah sorry about that...!" he said as he picked up his books and stretched his arm out to help the boy up. "You're... Ly Rodderre right?" he said as he faced his popular classmate. "What are you doing walking the oppisite direction of our history class?" he asked him. Although he knew his classmates treated him like a block of gold, Miles decided to act normal around him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:14 pm
Ly looked up just in time to see someone comming straight towards himself, but not quickly enough to actually avoid the collision. Small as he was, he fell backwards, scuffing his palm and nose at the same time. From his spralled position on the ground, he frowned, rubbing at his pinked nose with the back of one hand, his bright hair askew. He looked cute and rather comical - like a child and certainly not the image Gravard Academy would pride itself on putting forth.
He didn't take the hand, having learned on several occasions that sometimes outstretched hands meant disaster (like them both falling over). Instead, he picked himself up and dusted his clothes off before straightening up to face the other.
"My shoot got cancelled so I'm ditching," he said matter-of-factly. He wasn't the kind to beat around the bush or to lie - it just wasn't worth it when money was worth so much more than words, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:25 pm
Although Miles was a little sad that Ly didn't take the hand, he knew Ly was annoyed because someone found out he was ditching. "Ah really? Okay then, your choice." he said normally again giving a handsome smile.
He really didn't care whether Ly would ditch or not since they're not close friends. Then again, although Miles was popular he doesn't have a lot of close friends.
"Ah, shoot. Looks like I'm going to be late he said casually looking at his plastic watch, and started to walk again to class (even though the teachers are a little strict this year).
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:36 pm
Something about that casual, "Prince Charming" smile annoyed Ly. He wasn't sure why, but it irked him to see someone who could smile so easily. Almost in spite of those annoyed and frustrated feelings, he called out to the other.
"Hey. Wanna ditch with me? THat class is pointless and today is all review, anyway."
Unsure why he had called out, he decided to stand by his words and turned to face the other, one slender hand resting on its respective hip.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 2:55 pm
Miles was the frustratED one now. Although he wanted to ditch with Ly, he still had to continue his promise to himself until he finishes school.
"I don't know.. but.. I can't." he said turning around with a serious look on his face. "Although I would like to." he continued shrugging off his serious face.
But then, he lookED at his plastic watch again and he was already almost 10 minutes late. "Then again.. by the looks of it, it looks like I'm already ditching.. sweatdrop " he said nervously.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 3:35 pm
((xD You don't need to capitolize the past tense. That was just for the example to make it overly obvious.
Also, please refrain fromusing emotes in in character parts of a post... it disrupts the flow. =( ))
"Suit yourself, then, however you choose," Ly said, turning away as if he never cared in the first place. Just like with cats, sometimes the best way to get others to follow would be to turn away and ignore them.
He shouldered his very heavy bag with a slight wince at the weight of it and then headed off towards the courtyards.
He might have made at least a decent impression then, if it hadn't been for the next happening. Trying and failing to find a comfortable position for his bag, he was in the middle of trying to fix it across his shoulder in an at least slightly better way when, not looking where he was going, he tripped over his own feet and sent, once again, sprawling. Graceful? Hardly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 3:47 pm
((Ah you're right sorry. x3))
'I'm sort of jealous of this boy...' thought in his head wondering what's really the point of his longtime promise.
"Oh! Umm, are you ok?" Miles nervously said walking to Ly, as he realized Ly had tripped.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:08 pm
Ly got up quickly, scowling, and hurriedly said, "I'm fine." He was obviously in a temper now. As soon as he was back up on his feet again, he was off running down the corridor. He wasn't particularly strong or athletic - he was, actually, quite weak - but he had always been an incredibly fast runner.
But, in all his hurry, he had forgotten his bag.
When, panting he reached the courtyard, he felt that something was missing. He looked all around himself and then realised that his bag was gone. Frowning, he took a seat under a tree. He didn't want to go back and make even more of an idiot of himself by retrieving his bag.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:24 pm
Miles was sort of confused on why Ly ran. He noticed Ly forgot his bag and picked it up. "Maybe I should give this back to him.. but then again he's probably frustrated at me..." Miles said to himself remembering that moment.
"But then again he might want it back.." he said as he started to look for Ly.
'Looks like I'm actually going to be ditching..'
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:31 pm
Ly frowned, running his pale fingers through his bright hair, bright eyes closed. He leaned back agaist the tree, thinking. He needed his bag so he could have something to do... but he really didn't want to go back there. He sighed and leaned further against the tree, sliding down slightly until he was almost laying down in the grass. His eyes fluttered shut and he began to doze lightly. After all, he had barely gotten any sleep over the last few weeks with the high demands of the fashion industry and the public eye.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:14 pm
Miles looked at his plastic watch again. 'That history class ended already..? Looks like I'm going to be missing that math class too...'
Miles looked practically everywhere, and finally found Ly. "He looks like he's falling asleep.." he said sneaking the bag next Ly. "God.. I feel seriously tired..." he said as he yawned.
'All that studying, practising, and competitions I had to compete in made me awfully tired...' he thought while lying down under a tree next to the one Ly was lying under. 'I guess it won't hurt that I'll sleep now...'
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 8:30 pm
A soft frowned formed on the boy's lips as he shifted slightly in his sleep. The bark was scratching somewhat unfomcortably on his head. He slipped down furthur on the tree and hit his head on a root, the jarring pain waking him almost instantly.
He sat up, rubbing at his eyes bleerilly with the back of one hand. "Mmmnnnn...." He cast around himself, rubbing at the back of his head, his eyes still groggy.
His eyes, eventually, focused on the sleeping boy beside him and then shot wide awake. Why... what has he doing here?!
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