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Nickname: May ((American name))
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'4
Appearance: Short black hair with brown eyes.
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Personality: May's probably the nicest person you’ll ever met, hardly a mean thing you could say about her. Despite that though she has a terrible temper, and just gets mad for almost no reason. The thing is though, she also calms down just as fast as she gets angry, never lasts long and she always feels bad about her outburst. She doesn’t ever really talk much, mostly just when she has too or if he has a strong opinion about something.
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Other: Though she speaks English fluently it's not her first language. She lived most of her life in Korea only having moved to America when she was eleven years old. She has a strong accent but it is still fairly easy to understand exactly what she's saying. She also loves to sing, in English or Korean.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
Name: Alexander Eugene Richards
Nickname: Alec
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5’7
Appearance: Alec has light brown hair, so light it almost appears blond in some lightings. His brown eyes hold back nothing, they often reveal exactly what he’s feeling.
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Personality: Alec's probably the nicest guy you’ll ever met, hardly a mean thing you could say about him. He's pretty easy going and really doesn't get mad or upset all that often. Though when he does get angry it's best to just stay away from him. To put it simply, people have not often made the mistake of pissing him off twice. That being said he does generally get along with everyone. Though as true as that may be though he really doesn't talk very often, just when he has to or when he has a strong opinion about something. The saying the eyes are the window to the soul really holds true with Alec. They often reveal exactly what he's feeling or thinking. Which really makes it hard for him to lie, his eyes always give him away.
Other: He is always wearing this necklace. His grandfather gave it to him many years ago and he has barely taken off since.
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1. Sibling Rivalry
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2. Definitely Won't
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3. Not a Disease
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4. Private School is a Bitch
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“Tell me again why you’re sending me to that school and not just back home” Lana asked as she lit one of her cigarettes, something she’s been doing a lot more often lately. “You don’t want me so just let me go home” she said and turned away from the town car that was currently being loaded with her stuff to glare at her grandmother.
Emily sighed softly, “We’re sending you to Waverly so you can grow up the way you were meant to, as a Rosen,” she said with a smile and walked over to Svetlana. She plucked the cigarette out of her hand and tossed it aside. “It’ll give you a chance to learn some manners, and how to act like a lady. Will be a good experience for you” she said.
Lana shook her head slightly, “Translation, you want me to become an entirely different person so I’m not an embarrassment” she said with a scowl. “And my last name isn’t Rosen, it’s Frost” she snapped before walking around her grandmother and going back inside.
Svetlana shook away the memory and opened her eyes, the whole point of coming out here was to forget about her horrid grandparents. She was sitting outside behind the school, trying to hide the fact that she was smoking since it was a tobacco-free campus. She would have just done it in her dorm but her roommate was the goodie type, so she couldn’t really do it there. “Fuck this sucks” she groaned quietly to herself and went back to closing her eyes, hoping it might help her relax. Though she seriously doubted that it would.
“Miss. Rosen what exactly do you think you are doing” Mrs. Richards, the headmistress of the school, demanded.
“What does it look like,” Svetlana asked as she slowly opened her eyes to glance at the older women standing in front of her. She was definitely dressed like a headmistress, fancy clothes hair in a bun even had the glasses. “You must be Mrs. Richards, I was supposed to meet with you later right,” she said with a small chuckle before pushing herself up onto her feet. “Nice to finally meet you,” she said and held out her hand for a shake.
“Kindly put out that cigarette and follow me back to my office Miss. Rosen” Mrs. Richards said and turned to walk away without touching the extended hand.
Svetlana dropped her hand and nodded slightly as she watched the headmistress walk away. "By the way, it's Frost, not Rosen," she said with a little bite in her tone to let the women know she was serious. When the headmistress didn't give a response she shook her head slightly before putting her cigarette out on the brick of the school. She sighed softly and dropped the butt of it on the ground before following Mrs. Richards, not at all worried about getting in trouble. At this point getting expelled would be a god sent. Honestly, she was hoping that it would happen the sooner the better. Then maybe her grandparents would just give in and send her back home.
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Svetlana looked around a bit dazed as she walked through the hallways of the Waverly Preparatory school. This was the first time she ever actually went into the main building and she was more than a little overwhelmed. The place was huge and a lot more fancy and antique looking then she thought it would be. She probably looked like the definition of a fish out of water in this place. Sure she had her uniform on, but with all her tattoos she definitely didn’t look like someone who belonged here. “Fuck” she muttered with disbelieve. This place looked amazing, to say the least, but it wasn’t exactly somewhere she wanted to be.
“Language Miss. Rosen” Mrs. Richards chided and kept moving through the hallways towards her office.
Svetlana rolled her eyes and glanced around once more, now trying to find someone she might be able to recognize later, preferably close to her age. Her eyes landed on a guy, who looked a bit to sporty for her taste but was probably someone she’d run into later. For that reason, she went ahead and ran into him, literally. She looked around a bit more probably still looking dazed so when she ran into him it probably honestly looked like an accident. “Oh god I’m so sorry,” she said and flashed a smile, using the time she had while he was distracted to reverse pickpocket him. She knew the headmistress was going to confiscate her pack of cigarettes if she still had them on her when she went into the office, so she just slipped them into this guy’s pocket without him noticing. She’d just get them back from him later, probably the next time she saw him. She apologized to him a few more times before running down the hallway to catch up with Mrs. Richards.
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Name: Lucas Alexander Torres
Nickname: Luke
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Height: 6'1
Appearance: Dark brown hair with green eyes.
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Personality: Lucas is probably the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, hardly a mean thing you could say about him. Despite that though he has a terrible temper, and just gets mad for almost no reason, which is why he gets into so many fights. The thing is though, he also calms down just as fast as he gets angry. Lucas is rather goofy when he’s with his friends, makes a lot of inappropriate and perverted jokes and just likes to have fun. He’s hardly ever serious, but he can be when he has to be. Because of a few dreary details of his past he really doesn’t like to dwell on or express his emotions and often uses sarcasm as a defense, and sometimes he just uses a bunch of perverted comments.
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History: TBRPed
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Other: He has a jagged scar on the back of his right shoulder, a wound he received during one of his several fights.
Lucas is always wearing these three pieces of Jewelry.
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His one and only tattoo. He had one of his friends do it for him once when they were super drunk.
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Name: Alexander Eugene Richards
Nickname: Alec
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance: Alec has a soft milky complexion that is speckled with a few light colored freckles. He has dark red hair that appears to changes shades in different lighting. His eyes are a striking blue, with flecks of golden brown scattered in the irises. His body is lean but muscular, and he stands at a height of about six feet.
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Personality: Alec s probably the nicest guy you’ll ever met, hardly a mean thing you could say about him. Despite that though he has a terrible temper, and just gets mad for almost no reason. The thing is though, he also calms down just as fast as he gets angry, never lasts long and he always feels bad about his outburst. He’s smart and sporty and is great at almost everything that he does. He gives off an air of perfection, which is exactly what everyone around him wants.
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History: Alec is the star player of almost every sports team at Waverly Preparatory School, though his favorite is hockey. He has the perfect grades, the perfect girlfriend and even has all the perfect colleges interested in him. ((More detailed to be RPed))
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Other: Crispin always has this jewelry on, it all once belonged to his father who died in battle years ago.
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Name: Alexander Eugene Richards
Nickname: Alec
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Gender:Male
Age: 22
Height: 6’3
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Personality Alec is extremely stubborn and likes getting his way, but is by no means spoiled. He never really lets on to it, but he really is a caring person who is very protective of the ones he loves. He is kind, most of the time anyway. He can also be a major dick if you get on his bad side, which really isn't all that hard to do, which is why he usually comes off as harsh and cruel when you first meet him, everyone starts off on his bad side. He doesn’t like letting people in. As a result he is also sarcastic and mean to hide hide true feelings. Once Alec trusts you though, he's almost a new person. He'll be a lot nicer and he will maybe even start opening up more about his feelings, but probably not.
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Other: Alec is always wearing this necklace, it’s a family heirloom.
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“Tell me again why you’re sending me to that school and not just back home,” Lana asked as she lit one of her cigarettes, something she’s been doing a lot more often lately. “You don’t want me so just let me go home,” she said and turned away from the town car that was currently being loaded with her stuff to glare at her grandmother.
Emily sighed softly, “We’re sending you to Waverly so you can grow up the way you were meant to, as a Rosen,” she said with a smile and walked over to Svetlana. She plucked the cigarette out of her hand and tossed it aside. “It’ll give you a chance to learn some manners, and how to act like a lady. Will be a good experience for you” she said.
Lana shook her head slightly, “Translation, you want me to become an entirely different person so I’m not an embarrassment” she said with a scowl. “And my last name isn’t Rosen, it’s Frost” she snapped before walking around her grandmother and going back inside.
Svetlana shook away the memory and opened her eyes, the whole point of coming out here was to forget about her horrid grandparents. She was sitting outside behind the school, trying to hide the fact that she was smoking since it was a tobacco-free campus. She would have just done it in her dorm but her roommate was the goodie type, so she couldn’t really do it there. “Fuck this sucks” she groaned quietly to herself and went back to closing her eyes, hoping it might help her relax. Though she seriously doubted that it would.
“Miss. Rosen what exactly do you think you are doing” Mrs. Richards, the headmistress of the school, demanded.
“What does it look like,” Svetlana asked as she slowly opened her eyes to glance at the older women standing in front of her. She was definitely dressed like a headmistress, fancy clothes hair in a bun even had the glasses. “You must be Mrs. Richards, I was supposed to meet with you later right,” she said with a small chuckle before pushing herself up onto her feet. “Nice to finally meet you,” she said and held out her hand for a shake.
“Kindly put out that cigarette and follow me back to my office Miss. Rosen” Mrs. Richards said and turned to walk away without touching the extended hand.
Svetlana dropped her hand and nodded slightly as she watched the headmistress walk away. "By the way, it's Frost, not Rosen," she said with a little bite in her tone to let the women know she was serious. When the headmistress didn't give a response she shook her head slightly before putting her cigarette out on the brick of the school. She sighed softly and dropped the butt of it on the ground before following Mrs. Richards, not at all worried about getting in trouble. At this point getting expelled would be a god sent. Honestly, she was hoping that it would happen the sooner the better. Then maybe her grandparents would just give in and send her back home.
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Svetlana looked around a bit dazed as she walked through the hallways of the Waverly Preparatory school. This was the first time she ever actually went into the main building and she was more than a little overwhelmed. The place was huge and a lot more fancy and antique looking then she thought it would be. She probably looked like the definition of a fish out of water in this place. Sure she had her uniform on, but with all her tattoos she definitely didn’t look like someone who belonged here. “Fuck” she muttered with disbelieve. This place looked amazing, to say the least, but it wasn’t exactly somewhere she wanted to be.
“Language Miss. Rosen” Mrs. Richards chided and kept moving through the hallways towards her office.
Svetlana rolled her eyes and glanced around once more, now trying to find someone she might be able to recognize later, preferably close to her age. Her eyes landed on a guy, who looked a bit to sporty for her taste but was probably someone she’d run into later. For that reason, she went ahead and ran into him, literally. She looked around a bit more probably still looking dazed so when she ran into him it probably honestly looked like an accident. “Oh god I’m so sorry,” she said and flashed a smile, using the time she had while he was distracted to reverse pickpocket him. She knew the headmistress was going to confiscate her pack of cigarettes if she still had them on her when she went into the office, so she just slipped them into this guy’s pocket without him noticing. She’d just get them back from him later, probably the next time she saw him. She apologized to him a few more times before running down the hallway to catch up with Mrs. Richards.
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She sighed softly as she brought her hand down to leaf through Laoghaire's transcripts. "It seems that you've always had pretty good grades, we expect you to keep that up while you're here," she said and glanced up at the student sitting across from her. "We also expect you to dress more appropriately," she said with another sigh. "You'll have to use make-up to cover up those tattoos on your face, and you'll have to remove your piercings as well. As for the other ones, a turtleneck under your uniform will have to do" she said.
"Fuck that, I'm not covering up my tattoos anymore than they already are by this ridiculous uniform." Laoghaire snapped, tired of all these snotty rich people trying to change her appearance.
"You either cover them or you will not be attending this school, Miss. Rosen" Mrs. Richards said firmly.
"Well then I guess I won't be attending this school, " Laoghaire said with a shrug before standing up, hoping that it may actually be that easy. "And it's Fraser, not Rosen," she said for the second time before turning to leave.
"Fine, Miss. Ro...... Fraser," Mrs. Richards said with a scowl. "I didn't think it would work, but your grandmother insisted I try, my apologies," she said and gestured for her to sit back down. "Now please have a seat so we can go over all the rules, and some of the classes you will be participating in," she said.
Laoghaire hesitated a moment before sitting back down in the chair, to go over everything. Besides, it would be a lot easier to get herself kicked out if she knew all the rules. Breaking them all would surely do it.
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Laoghaire groaned slightly as she looked around the empty hallway, trying to find the room for her second class of the day. Sure the headmistress gave her a map of the school and some general directions, but right now it really wasn't helping. "Fucking hate this place."
Laoghaire was about to just give up and go back to her dorm, skipping class was always a good way to get kicked out of school anyway. What stopped her though was a small group of girls just up ahead, well that and because flunking out of high school definitely wasn't part of the plan. So hoping she could get some legible directions from these people, she plastered a kind smile on her face and jogged up ahead to meet them. She normally wouldn't smile or even be nice when she first met people, but she wanted something from these people. To get something you want you either gotta be nice or use threats since she doubted threats would get her anywhere she decided to play nice.
As she got closer she recognized one of them as the girl from earlier, immediately turning her fake smile into a real one. Now would be the perfect time to get her cigarettes back, which was actually kind of making her feel a bit better. "Hey, you're the one I ran into earlier right?" she said still smiling, though now it was a bit more flirty. She wasn't really her type, but it just came naturally when she was trying to get something from another girl. She wasn't sure this shared her... interests but it was worth a try. "I'm really sorry about that, was really turned around, Kind of like I am now, could you point me in the direction of AP Biology?" she asked and glanced around the group a moment before letting her eyes land back on the one in possession of her cigarettes.






































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Name: Jared Torres
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6’1
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance: Jared has light brown curly hair and brown eyes.
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Personality: Jared's probably the nicest guy you’ll ever met, hardly a mean thing you could say about him. He's pretty easy going and really doesn't get mad or upset all that often. Though when he does get angry it's best to just stay away from him. To put it simply, people have not often made the mistake of pissing him off twice. That being said he does generally get along with everyone, he is rather goofy when he’s with his friends, makes a lot of jokes and just likes to have fun. When he teaching though he is all serious and down to business. He still likes to make things more interesting though, to make sure the students are paying attention. He just doesn't take nay of their bullshit.
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