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Poke

 

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♕Queen of Illusions

 

I am broken, but I will cont;nue...

I am forgotten, but I will l;ve...

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Full name: Damon Griffiths

Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: Gay

Age: 15

Zodiac sign*:

First magical power: Enhanced reflexes

Second magical power: Enhanced senses

Personality:

-Positive traits: Kind-hearted, sensitive, always wants to keep people safe (even those who don't like him)

-Negative traits: Gullible, easily manipulated, fragile, often moody, somewhat lazy, depressed, sort of masochistic

-Neutral traits: Very introverted, cares a lot what others think about him

-Fears: People he's close to being injured, guns, terrorists, being bullied (especially for his sexuality), leadership, others being angry at him, nightmares, etc.

-Likes*: Relaxing, other people's approval, warmth (emotional warmth and temperature warmth), classical music

-Dislikes*: People judging him, others being hurt

-Myers-Briggs personality type*:

-Other*:

Appearance:

-Hair: Ebony black, feathery, and carefully styled

-Eyes: Dark, chocolate brown, and soft

-Build: 5’6” and skinny

-Complexion: Pale

-Scars*: Several small horizontal scars from a knife on both his arms

-Attire and style: A slim-fitting black long-sleeved shirt, an insulated black leather jacket, black jeans, and black and white Converse high-tops

-Jewelry and piercings*: A small silver stud earring in his left ear

-Ancestry: Unknown, but likely British

-Other*:

Ability:

-Mental abilities*:

-Mental weaknesses: Terrible at quick thinking and problem-solving, depressed, unstable, a bit suicidal

-Physical abilities*: Great reflexes and agility

-Physical weaknesses: Bad at endurance, coordinated working with others, and activities involving upper-body strength

-Mental and physical health condition: Neither are very good

Quirks: When he's scared, he hugs his legs to his chest with his arms and stares at the floor

Family: Parents- Angela and Logan Griffiths

SHORT backstory*: Two years ago, Damon's boyfriend was killed in a terrorist shooting. Damon blamed himself for the incident, and due to that, suffers from severe depression and cuts himself regularly and refuses to speak. Also as a result, Damon became afraid of getting close to other people as he thought they would end up getting hurt.

Nationality: Canadian

Bae: Salt, because everything else sucks

Other*: Doesn't speak (see backstory) and carries a notebook around with him at all times. If he needs to say anything, he'll write it down on the notebook. Also carries a pen knife with him at all times.

Crush or something like that: Possibly Hasting after a while, if that's okay?

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genderfluid // bisexual // couch potato // roleplayer

current pronouns: they/them

"Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart. And that d*mn stupid." -Florence, Stranger Things

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butterflydusk44

accepted 

and yay Damon × Hasting 

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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Pookkeeeee

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INT║ Aquariu║ Goddes║ Misunderstoo║ Broke║ Chaotic Neutra║ Insan║ Forgotten

♕Queen of Illusions

 

I am broken, but I will cont;nue...

I am forgotten, but I will l;ve...

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emeraldeyes512

Forgot to mention that Damon is INFP-T and Pisces. Also, who will he be sharing a room with?

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butterflydusk44

SA: Everley Cai and Callen Domingo

SB: Ash Wildeheart and Elrae Park

SC: Ashley Pais and Adelia Thornwhisper

SD: Kori Ha and Shana Shimmerlight

                

HA: Kai (insert last name) and Hydrus Obitus

HB: Huxley Frazier and Tahki Lee

HC: Jungkook Jeon and Dexter Rowles

HD: Koyei Barnes and Lysander Akuryo
HE: Hasting Angel and Damon Griffiths

 

TA: Archer Thompson

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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POVing tomorrow! Great job so far!

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"Help will always be given on the SAMB to those who deserve it" Admin Dumbledore

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I speak fluent movie quotes, R2-D2; and Physicist.

Flipside: Thunderbird

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@ Ever, I know what is gay, but what is straight and bi?

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Look at the reality, it is not as it seems. Everything is but an illusion, a Mirage.

 

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butterflydusk44

uh

okay

so

straight (heterosexual): attracted to the opposite gender

gay (homosexual): attracted to the same gender

bi (bisexual): attracted to two genders 

pan (pansexual): attracted to any and all genders 

ace (asexual): not attracted

 

yeah

there are more but you get the idea 

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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Shana:

 The lone solitude of the windswept tundra was ironic. It was beautiful, yet you couldn't stand in the bitter cold for more than a minute, especially at night. And precisely, that was what Shana was doing. Having grown up in Yukon, Shana had always loved being out on the tundras, by herself where no one with a right mind would come bother her in the middle of a blizzard. 

White cold, it was called.

" Yikes, frostbite." She muttered to herself, frowning at a finger that was slowly turning black.

Turning away from the wind, Shana lit a small fire in her palm and stuck her finger into it. Almost instantly, the biting cold faded and her finer was back to normal.

Being a magician, Shana was better suited for the cold than most people. 

Suddenly, a man came out of nowhere.

"You are hereby invited to attend the school for magicians!" He announced. 

Shana had a sudden, horrible sinking feeling that this was what she'd dreaded for years. 

But she couldn't let it show. 

"Where the hell did you come from?" She asked coldly.

"From the school! I'm a messenger." Replied the man.

"What school?"

"The school!"

" Which is?"

"The school for magicians!"

"What school for magicians?"

The man sighed as if mildly annoyed.

" You ARE a magician, right?"

"No."

"Yes you are."

"Fine! I AM." Snapped Shana. What do you want?

"Must I repeat, You are invited to the school." He waited expectantly for an answer.

"Okay, then." Answered Shana." Invitation declined."

"B-But you're supposed to say Yes"

"Well I didn't."

" Fine then! You are commanded to attend this school By order of the supreme leaders!" Shouted the man. " I have immediate orders to kill you if you refuse."

"Doesn't sound like I have much choice." Said Shana.

"That's RIGHT, little girl."

"Then no."

Will continue.

 

 

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Look at the reality, it is not as it seems. Everything is but an illusion, a Mirage.

 

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jadewolf2493

Straight is heterosexual (GirlXBoy)

 

bi aka bisexual is somkne who likes both girls and boys regardless of their gender. 

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INT║ Aquariu║ Goddes║ Misunderstoo║ Broke║ Chaotic Neutra║ Insan║ Forgotten

♕Queen of Illusions

 

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I am forgotten, but I will l;ve...

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Damon

For the past half hour, the escort had been trying to get Damon to speak. Damon, however, was not interested. The escort was an annoying woman who refused to respect the fact that Damon didn't talk and hadn't talked for two years. Of course, Damon could always write out answers to the escort's attempts to start a conversation, but Damon felt the woman wasn't worth the effort. If she wouldn't respect Damon's silence, she would have to learn to.

The helicopter finally landed and Damon exits, clutching his notebook to his chest like a security blanket. He entered a mansion-like building that looks nothing like an airport and walked over to an area with couches and other people his age. He sat on one of the couches and set his notebook down next to him. Damon looked around at the other people sitting on the couches and almost immediately regretted it. Across from him was a girl his age with curly, dark brown hair in a ponytail. She glared at Damon like he was the scum on the bottom of her shoe and he deserved to die. Damon held her gaze for a split second and then dropped his line of eyesight to the floor. He tucked his legs up onto the couch and hugged his legs to his chest. Don't look at me please don't look at me like that... Damon rocked slowly back and forth, eyes still locked on the floor.

Damon finally looked up when a lady came into the room and told them to get onto a jet. He followed the stream of people and ended up sitting next to some other boy.

"I'm Tahki Lee. Who are you?" the boy asked Damon.

Damon Griffiths. I don't talk, Damon scribbled down on his notepad, which he then showed to Tahki. Tahki nodded and Damon settled back in his seat. He pulled out an old iPhone with earbuds and began listening to classical musical quietly while playing Solitaire. However, loud bickering interrupted both his music and his game. Irritated, he paused the music and the game and took his earbuds out. The terrifying girl and poncho boy were both arguing with the official-looking man. Damon sighed and put his earbuds back in.

 

When the plane finally arrived at the school, Damon checked his room assignment (Room HE) and then headed straight to his room. He chose one of the beds and changed into some black sweatpants and a light grey long-sleeved shirt. Damon took one last look out the window at the darkening night sky, flopped down in his chosen bed, and pulled the sheets over him. He yawned silently. Just before Damon's eyes fluttered closed, he noticed the door opening.

 

Alek and Damon sat in a restaurant and laughed at a joke Alek had just told. Alek stuffed a handful of fries into his mouth and slung his arm around Damon's shoulders, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Damon grinned and scooted closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Alek.

"You know, I really love you," Alek told Damon genuinely, his bright green eyes sparkling.

"And I love you." Damon buried his head in the crook of Alek's neck, smiling happily. But then, Damon found himself being shoved under the table. His gaze locked on Alek, who smiled sadly at Damon as a round of bullets ripped through his abdomen. Damon gaped at the gory scene before him as his beloved boyfriend's blood sprayed everywhere. Alek's body dropped to the ground lifelessly. Making sure to be absolutely silent, Damon crawled over to Alek's body and pushed him under the table as well. Damon cried silently, tears rolling down his cheeks, as he traced the features he knew so well. He ran his fingers through his boyfriend's messy, dark brown hair, looked lovingly into Alek's startling emerald green eyes, and sadly kissed his dead boyfriend's cold lips for the last time.

It was then that Damon decided he would never speak again.

Damon woke in a panic, sweating profusely. He stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door. Damon pulled his penknife out of the pocket of the sweatpants he was sleeping in and rolled up his left sleeve, revealing knife scars already present. He flicked the pen knife open and with shaking hands drew the knife across his arm, unable to look away from the blood beading on the cut. Damon visibly relaxed and turned the water on, rinsing the blood off and patting the cut dry with a towel. He rolled the sleeve back down, turned the water off, and opened the door. Before he turned the bathroom light off, a beam of light landed on his roommate's face. Damon hadn't had a chance to greet his roommate as Damon had fallen asleep almost as soon as he got into his room. He believed the boy was named Hasting Angel. Damon studied Hastings's features--dirty blond and wavy hair in a side fringe, looked to be about 5’8”, light skin--before he realised what he was doing and quickly returned to his own bed. However, Damon was unable to fall back asleep--or perhaps he just didn't want to go back to sleep. It was likely the latter, not that Damon would ever admit to anyone, especially himself, that he was afraid of his nightmares.

Eventually, Damon drifted back to sleep from exhaustion and thankfully, his sleep was void of any and all dreams for the remainder of the night.

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HASTING

The man in the uniform led them outside the two hour long flight.

Hasting had secretly wished the school was nothing like an army camp- and in truth, it wasn’t. The majestic castle stood in front of him, as he looked upon the acres of land; too much to take at eye.

Inside the rocky palace, there were framed weapons and masterpieces alike. Hasting’s eyes wandered around. Everywhere he looked, there was medieval art. Ceramic statues framed in glass were not uncommon.

“Please head to your dorms. Dinner will start in thirty minutes.”

He was aware that he had missed most of the speech the man gave, which meant he missed his dorm number. Intimidated by the uniformed man, Hasting decided to ask around at people who had memories as complex as his own. It served as a chance to meet new people; he wasn’t complaining.

He spotted the nearest person- a girl with stunning gold hair. As he approached her, he changed his facial expression to a smile. “Hey, excuse me, did you happen to hear what the general or colonel or something said about dorms?”

She pointed to the far wall. “I think he said there’s a map over there. I’m Shana, by the way.”

Hasting nodded, walking over to the map with her. “Hasting. Hasting Angel.”

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The posted dormitory map sorted Hasting into room HE with a boy named Damon.

Fancy staircases led to the upstairs court; an eighteenth century mansion style, even though the outside appeared as a medieval castle. Hasting concluded this was the most modern the whole place could get.

On the right was the boy’s dormitory. HE was at the farthest end.

Inside, there sat a bunk bed, two desks, and a couple of chairs. There were no lights, with the exception of the one in the bathroom, but an arched window illuminated the room with low sunlight. It was seven o’clock- the sun was about to set. On each desk sat a candle and a pack of matches, adding to the medieval aesthetic of the place. The inside walls were cement rather than stone, and were painted with chipped, white paint.

Hasting opened his suitcase, placing his clothing onto the bottom bunk to claim it. He then zipped it up again and set it in a corner. He positioned his backpack onto the desk next to the door, claiming it as well.

His viola sat in the midst of it all, having no place to hide, but no place to frame it in order to make himself appear as a talented musician.

Kids at his old school would often tease him for playing a delicate instrument. Although he was quite popular, there was a rule at the school. ‘Everyone gets bullied.’ It was a stupid rule, especially for people like Hasting, who meant no harm to society.

Okay, maybe a little harm couldn’t hurt.

However, in this new school, full of people with poisoned family trees, there would be a new set of rules. Perhaps Hasting would be lucky enough to create them.

Strangely, he never noticed the boy on the top bunk, staring at him before he left.

EVERLEY

On the January of 2016, there was a heat wave in South Africa, killing about eleven people. This was a fortunate event, considering most extreme heat waves kill hundreds.

Everley could not adapt to warmth. Her temperature was colder than average- as was her preferred weather. She felt as if a place like Yukon suited her needs, and answered her questions. One day, maybe, she would be lucky enough to stare out a window and see the Northern Lights.

Those were not the type of questions she needed answering at the moment. She didn’t need existential questions answered yet, either.

She needed to know two things: Who was in charge, and what the purpose of this school was.

First, she headed towards her room- SA- and noticed no roommate present. She claimed the bottom bunk, organized a desk. Digging in the drawers, she found candles and two boxes of matches, adding on to the first box and candle on the desk. Their scent was lavender, a smell Everley detested. She decided to set them down and head towards the main room.

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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okay drew, i think you just teared me apart with that POV 

how do you write like that

its so

ahhhhh

ahem

 

okay, so i realized the two povs dont match

do you want damon to just skip dinner or something?

or do you want me to change my pov? 

 

also, uh, lights out at eleven. the day after is a monday

^just some things i forgot to incorporate 

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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Thanks, but seriously, how do you write so much and so well?

Also, I guess Damon could've skipped dinner (probably likely anyways).

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nahh, i dont write well

write a lot, maybe, but thats because i have no other life :)

 

okay, so we're clear about the part i messed up

great

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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emeraldeyes512

You do so write well! (I feel like a child arguing with a sibling whyy)

Hey, don't worry, most of us on here don't have lives. Or if we do, they aren't very exciting, apparently.

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haha, thanks! (you write better)

 

@Mirage

what is Shanas orientation? 

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

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Both of you write so well meanwhile my writing quality has gone down

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~Ruby-Chan~

 

JesusLovesYou!!

I'mBack~(?)

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Trash

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Lol, no one likes my writing anymore. Except maybe Anti. 

 

Anyways. Who should I PoV?

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ruby dude your writing is top level

jenna, we can all agree that youre the goddess of writing 

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"but laugh, laugh, laugh, hayden" 

pizza, my twin

#allpeoplearepeople 

 

id shoot for the moon, but im too busy gazing at the stars 

Can someone please add in my character. Just got back! I still won't be able post because I just got off my flight!

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COOLsyrup, it may not be awesomesauce but at least it's cool

HEY, SMART THAT YOU WOULD HIGHLIGHT MY SIG. MY MB B-DAY IS MARCH 12.

 

 

 

 

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Thanks, but you're all great writers! Seriously.

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Nvm, I can do it! Ok tell me how I do, I really am excited to write about someone that is blind.

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COOLsyrup, it may not be awesomesauce but at least it's cool

HEY, SMART THAT YOU WOULD HIGHLIGHT MY SIG. MY MB B-DAY IS MARCH 12.

 

 

 

 

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Archer:


Archer stretched their limbs as they walked towards the airport mansion. They looked over their shoulder pensively at the male escort following them. He reminded Archer of someone, someone Archer didn’t particularly want to remember. The helicopter ride was tense, and Archer preferred to get far away from their escort before they remembered anything else.

Archer walked up to the entrance to the mansion of an airport and considered the doors, which seemed to have been kicked open. At least now I know I’m in the right place. They strolled past the doors and observed an angry girl with dark brown hair.

“Get in my way, and this’ll happen to your face!” she said, and then smashed a hole in the television with her foot. Archer watched curiously as she got into a violent argument with a red-haired boy who looked about Archer’s age. Archer looked on cautiously for a short while before they shrugged and continued over to the couches. They sat there, waiting and not talking to anyone until a blue-clad woman came in.

“All students, head out to jet A-26,” the woman ordered. Archer put their head down and walked past and onto the jet. They sat by themself and noticed a few others trying to figure Archer out. Of course, this wasn’t new or surprising. In fact, it was to be expected. Archer was used to the staring when people thought they weren’t paying attention. But Archer never made it easy for them. They would pointedly not say anything about their gender, forcing others to either try and figure it out, stay silent, or ask Archer. Archer found it terribly amusing.

A boy with fluffy dark brown hair and aviator sunglasses sat next to Archer. Archer didn’t say anything, trying to give away the vibe that they wanted to be alone. Apparently, the boy didn’t realize that, because he didn’t move or speak. Finally, Archer gave up.

“What do you want?” they sighed.

“I’m Huxley Frazier,” the boy told Archer, ignoring the question.

“And I’m the President of the United States.” Archer glared at Huxley. Huxley blinked and then grinned widely.

“Hey, thanks for saving me some time figuring out a nickname for you! But I already know your name. You’re Archer Thompson.”

“Wow, stalk much?” Archer raised an eyebrow.

“Only when I have to,” the boy replied.

“Which is when?” they asked.

“When I want to.” Huxley offered an easy smile. “Anyways, I’m here to figure out your preferred pronouns and possibly your gender.”

“I prefer they and them, and I go by genderqueer,” Archer responded.

“Nice meeting you, and as I’m sensing you’ve wanted me to leave since I sat down, I’ll leave you alone.” Huxley got to his feet and saluted Archer mockingly. “See you later, POTUS.”

Archer watched the boy leave and then shook their head. To fill their time, Archer thought about the school. He decided there would probably be dorms. Dorms were almost always divided by genders, so Archer would most likely get a room to themself unless there was some other person with a non-binary gender in the school.


When they finally arrived at the school, Archer was pleasantly unsurprised. They had a room all to themselves. Good. Archer sat at their desk and looked over the schedule. It seemed reasonable, and right now, Archer didn’t really care. They decided to watch a movie on the computer. Remembering the look of the school from the outside, Archer picked the Harry Potter series and they spent several hours binge-watching the movies. Archer eventually fell asleep somewhere in the middle of The Half-Blood Prince, still sitting in the desk chair, their head resting on the keyboard.


Hydrus:


Hydrus sat up in his bed when he heard his roommate brushing his hair. He donned some fluffy black slippers and waved vaguely to his roommate, a boy named Kai. Hydrus shuffled out of the room and wandered around until he found the dining hall. Already there was a boy Hydrus’ age, who was named Huxley Frazier if Hydrus’ memory was correct. Frazier’s hair was disheveled but he seemed already dressed, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt reading “My life is a romantic comedy minus the romance and just me laughing at my own jokes”, dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a black beanie, and dark black aviator sunglasses. Frazier was standing right next to the coffee machine and nursing a cup of coffee.

“Morning, Frazier,” Hydrus said. He had gotten into the habit of calling others by their last names a while ago. Frazier grunted and then downed the rest of his coffee.

“Morning, Hydrangea,” Frazier replied, yawning and going to refill his coffee cup.

“Sorry, what?” Hydrus asked.

Frazier smirked irritatingly. “Would you prefer Malfobitus?”

“Malfobitus? Are you seriously comparing me to Draco Malfoy?” Hydrus refused to let Frazier get to him, even though Hydrus’ temper was rising.

“Yes. I’m also comparing you to a flower, yet you seem more concerned about the Malfoy-Obitus comparison. I mean, you call people by their last names, and you’re rich, blond, and spoiled by your parents.” Frazier counted off the similarities on his fingers and looked back at Hydrus, daring him to disagree. So Hydrus did.

“In that case, I’ll compare you to Harry Potter. You have brown hair, and who knows, you might have green eyes. Also, you refuse to call me, as the Malfoy of this story, by my first name. Plus, you’re insufferable and arrogant.”

“I’d rather be the protagonist and title character than a minor childish antagonist,” Frazier attempted to reason.

“And I’d rather be successful, popular, intelligent, and rich, than some scarfaced orphan!” Hydrus shot back.

“I have a feeling we have very differing opinions of this series,” Frazier said.

“I have a feeling we do, Frazier Tree,” Hydrus snarled and began to stomp off.

“Have a nice morning, Flower Boy!” Frazier called after him.

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Tahki-

 

As Tahki saw the castle, he noticed everyone around him was bundled up heavily except for a handful of people, including himself, who wore a t-shirt and shorts. Ever since Tahki had learned to harness his power, the cold did not bother him.

The castle ahead was made of every sort of stone imaginable. Onyx, brick, mortar, granite, andesite, and after looking at it for a bit it seemed it was forged by the earth itself.

The gates opened on their own accord and our small group entered, and many were blown away by the marvelous paintings and medieval weapons. 

The man who was on the plane with us got up and performed a speech. "You know why you are here. You were drawn here by the sheer glory and adventure few people have ever felt. To be a hero to your people, your family, and your planet. We can only hope that when Nercus attacks, you will be willing to fight for earth."

That was kinda cheesy. Said Adam inside Tahkis head.

 Shut up Replyed Tahki. The man brandished a stack of paper. "These are your dorms and a map of the area. If you need one, come up to me and you will receive one." A tide of bodies surged towards the man, and Tahki among them. Slowly, the crowd thinned, and Tahki was handed the paper. As he contemplated the vast institution, he saw he was in dorm HB, with a boy named Huxley. He nodded, then walked toward the dorm.

 

 

Sorry about the color change guys! Phone problems...

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thanks for the clarification 

 

note: im not going to be super active on this because im going to China 

ill have time, but not extreme amounts of time because WiFi at my grandparents' place is terrible 

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Okay, then. You could go to the mall and use the mall wifi...?

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@Ever 

Oh ho who! *claps hands* Do they have Chinese food in China?

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@Ever 

Oh ho who! *claps hands* Do they have Chinese food in China?

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sorry sorry 

im in China, so i cant post that much 

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Warning to everybody!!! My Character's not gonna be very nice, and she's kind of cold on the outside, so don't be offended if I make her reply kind of icy. But she's nice on the inside, though.

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Shana:

  Shana ended up losing the battle after all. Twice, she had tried to trick the messenger by saying she needed to tell her sisters and then attempting to escape out the back door of their house. I didn't work.

The truth was, her only brother had been taken when he was thirteen to attend this 'school for magicians'. They had expected him to come back for the summer, but he never did. Not the following summer, nor the one after that. It had been a full six years already, and with the turn of every new year, came the painstaking realization that another year had passed without Shana and her sisters even knowing if their brother was still alive.

And from the first summer he didn't return, Shana had a sickly feeling that one day they would come for her too. Because she was a magician.

So she turned to being cold, and silent. If one were to hear her name, it spoke of illumination and sparkles. Her entire appearance was bright and sunny, except for her face. It was always cold as ice, so that nobody could ask her questions, nor should they expect to get an answer out of her. It made most people stay away from her. 

But the course of fate, it seemed, could not be altered. It brought a bitter sense of accomplishment that she had lasted a year longer than her brother, only to be taken to the school when she was fourteen.

she had refused to speak to the messenger/escort the whole two-hour trip, and planned to stay that way for as long as possible.

 

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Bumpy!

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Damon

Damon woke with a nagging feeling he had forgotten something. He wracked his brain for answers but didn't come up with any until he remembered he had skipped dinner last night. Damon crawled down the ladder to the floor as silently as possible as not to disturb his roommate and quickly scrawled more on his introduction he'd shown Tahki. My name is Damon Griffiths. I don't talk. I'm your roommate, and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect my silence. Damon ripped the page out and set it on Hasting's desk. And with that, Damon threw his leather jacket on over the shirt and proceeded out of the room with his notebook and pen. He followed various signs to the dining area, where Damon sat at one of the empty tables and began slowly and methodically eating several Eggo waffles, which made him think of Eleven and in turn Stranger Things in general. Damon decided he'd rewatch the first season as soon as he had time. However, he was interrupted from his thoughts by someone sitting down across from him. Damon instinctively reached for his notebook and pen and then looked at the person seated across from him.

 

Sorry it's short, I'm kinda dead atm.

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this is going to be super short but my grandfather's computer isnt working so 

 

HASTING 

The icy wind of Yukon Septembers blew from the window Hasting forgot to close. He was aware his roommate left before him, as he had heard a creak of the rusted Victorian Gothic door in his dreams. 

Hasting rolled over to reach his slippers. Grudgingly, he shuffled over to his desk, noticing a piece of ripped paper with words.

My name is Damon Griffiths. I don't talk. I'm your roommate, and I'd appreciate it of you'd respect my silence.

Hasting set the note aside, not questioning the boy's decision, for some things were best left unanswered.

He headed over to the modern bathroom- out of place in the medieval styled castle- to brush his teeth and get dressed for the first real day of military school.

After taking an ice-cold shower and getting dressed, he followed his germaphobic instincts and decided to dispose his towel inside the weaved laundry bin.

Hasting screamed. 

He slammed the lid and his eyes shut, turning the tap on and running his hands through freezing water. 

The laundry bin contained blood. 

Perhaps it was nothing- maybe only a bruise Damon decided to wipe off with a towel, but all these comforting lies didn't help make the situation any better. 

Hasting's fear of blood was the string attached to all the nicknames and labels he had at school. Kids used his weakness to make him weaker than he already was. 

But there was a reason for this phobia. It wasn't irrational. 

The fact that a towel had a dab of blood scared him beyond imagination. 

He had seen towels like this one. He had been only nine years old when they began appearing in his brother's room. 

It was one towel every month. But every week, it would make him more weak, as the towel began to lose the pure white colour it was meant to wear. 

Until, one day, the towels weren't enough. 

That one day, there had been no blood involved. Only an orange bottle and a lethal number. 

Hasting had been the first one to come home that day. The ten year old had walked home with a straight A report card and a smile on his face. The moment he went to wash his hands, the report card had lost its worth, and the smile had been nothing but lost. 

He had thrown on his burgundy tee shirt the next day, to remember the blood on the towels and his silence about the discovery. 

Red was the colour of destruction, but the darker shade was the colour of the aftermath. 

Hasting would not let this Damon fall into the same path. 

~~

He didn't have any appetite left to eat the Eggo waffles. Fear swallowed his stomach, and paranoia burnt the crumbs. 

Sitting across from a boy with irises almost indistinct from his pupils, Hasting stalled his time; cutting the waffles up into little pieces, while trying to hide his eyes; red from tears that didn't form. 

The boy reached his arm to the side, his leather jacket and shirt sliding up only a little bit. 

Hasting noticed scars. 

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