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Name/Alias: Morgan

Timezone: Eastern

Age: 17

Personal: Amorgun

Desired Character: Izaya Orihara

Anime/Manga: Durarara!

Character Age & Grade: 21; Teacher

Interested in teaching: Psychology 

Character Summary: 

Izaya is a flamboyant diva who loves to troll people and live on knowing everything and anything about everyone around him. He never takes much seriously and even the most dangerous situation, will laugh. Izaya Orihira has a god complex and even views himself as something above humanity which he so adores. Despite loving humanity, he constantly loves to tease, harass  and even endanger people for his own amusement and curious mind. He especially loves to harass his protozoan, Shizuo even though he "Despises" him for being a "Monster"

Biography:

Izaya as always been a strange child and his family never actually accepted him truly. Izaya would point out things he shouldn't to people, either making them flustered, nervous, or downright angry because he revealed secrets and other dark things. Of course, Izaya didn't really realize his power over people. People were scared to come near Izaya and resented him. Even his own family isolated him, never involving him family outings and meals. One day, when 12 year old Izaya went to far with his "observations" his family dropped Izaya off at school and never came back for him. 

Since then, he has been passed around as an orphan from house to house. The abandonment cause Izaya to detach himself from society and delude himself that he was better than humanity , thus the God Complex. Izaya was always above the average intelligence  thus he advance far more quickly in school, which was also bad since he never interacted normally with his peers. At the age of 15 Izaya was already graduating high school, despite all the chaos he caused, especially to one Shizuo Heiwajima. 

At the age of 19, Izaya got his degree in psychology and traveled for a bit before he took up a job offer from Raira a year later. 

RP Sample:

Face blank, Izaya watched the mingling students out his window. From the third story window, he felt just like a god watching his faithful subject, which is just how he liked it. He loved to watch humanity, all their emotions and actions were simply overrated and pathetic, yet amusing to watch. 

Despite his love to be detached from people, there was always a nagging feeling deep within Izaya that yearned for those "human" emotions. Of course, Izaya would just shove that feeling away and scowl in disgust. He was to great to subject himself to humanity. He is a god. Someone above all those lowly creatures that were just one evolution away from being monkeys. It was made clear since birth that he was meant to be something more than that.

Name/Alias: Sam or Hyouri

Timezone: Mountain Time

Age: 17

Personal: Don't have one.

Desired Character: Hyourinmaru

Anime/Manga[What your character is from]: Bleach

Character Age & Grade: 17, Junior

Profession: Author

If teacher, which class are they interested in teaching? Any clubs/sports?

Class Schedule: 

Creative Writing

Pre-Calculus

Physics

Japanese History

Dance

Character Summary: 

Hyourinmaru is a quiet person. He's very private about his life and isn't one to share those details. He often appears as a bit conceited, but he just doesn't like talking with other people. His emotions are held in check, and it's rare for him to smile or to show anything other than neutrality. Hyourinmaru prefers to be alone most of the time, although there are rare cases where he'll seek out human contact.

Biography: 

Hyourinmaru grew up in an abusive household. His father would often beat him if he so much as uttered a noise. His mother was no better; a drug addict and a prostitute. Whenever he tried to run away, his father would always manage to find him and beat him even more. Hyourinmaru grew reclusive and silent; he stopped eating, letting his body fall into decay. Sometimes he wondered if he wasn't actually his parent's child at all. He lost his ability to feel. One would think he became bitter and angry about his life, but that was far from it. Hyourinmaru figured he had done something to cause all of the hurt placed on him.

When he turned seven, his father beat his mother so badly that he ended up killing her. The man hid her body, and beat Hyourinmaru, saying that it was all his fault that his mother was dead. He began to hate himself because of it. The beatings grew worse after that, and his father caused the X shaped scar on his face. It was given to him when his father slashed his face with a knife. The wound grew infected and Hyourinmaru nearly died.

At  the age of ten, Hyourinmaru was rescued by one of their neighbors. By that time, he was already covered in scars and was a hollow of his former self. His neighbor took him to child protective services, where he was adopted by a much nicer family. Hyourinmaru was slowly nursed back to health, and although it took nearly two years, his emotions slowly came back. He began to smile more and even laugh, for laughter had been non-existent in his childhood. He also began to write, letting all of his feelings out on paper. And this is what led to him being sent to Raira Academy.

RP Sample: 

Hyourinmaru had always been a quiet person. It was just his nature. He was silent, observant, and calm. Silver eyes gazed around the school building, a single notebook grasped between pale fingers. The blue paint along his face shivered slightly in the sunlight, a single fleck peeling off from it. There was a pen shoved behind his right ear. Long blue hair, nearly to his ankles, was clasped by a silver hairtie, glittering whenever he moved. His hair swayed, like a lashing tail as he took graceful steps towards the towering building before him.

Each step was quiet and well-placed. Hidden beneath his neatly contained hair was a single bag, the material a light blue. It was small, and he knew why. He didn't own many things. Being in a foster home was always that way. All he had was clothes and a silver locket, which was a gift from his foster mother. The locket was fastened around his neck, clinking against his chest with each step. 

"Time to start in a new place," he murmured, his words quiet yet deep in the surrounding sounds of a spring breeze. Hyourinmaru had no one to look up to, so he didn't say 'mom' or 'dad.' No, he was doing this for himself. And he was gonna be good at it.

Name/Alias: Morgan, Broseidon, Grimm-chan, ect...

Timezone: Eastern

Age: 17

Personal: Amorgun

Desired Character: Grimmjow Jeagerjaques

Anime/Manga: Bleach

Character Age & Grade: 18 & Senior

Profession: Singer

Class Schedule: 

Literary Analysis & Composition II

Pre-Calculus

Astronomy

Philosophy 

Music

Character Summary:

To me Grimmjow means sex and I view him as a god, together that makes 'sex god' Lol I kid.  Grimmjow is a very dynamic character. Of course he is brash, loud, and acts like an overgrown kitten, but he also has his loyal and semi-kind sides. He is one to never give up when he sets his mind to it, though if you force him to do something he will not hesitate to make his disdain evident by breaking a few bones. Grimmjow is an independent person and values how he starts something, how he finishes something, and the end results of his hard work. He's not one to voluntarily get close to people and he defiantly isn't one to share his secrets, thoughts, or past, but if he does meet people that grown on him, then he is very faithful and is a great friend to them...despite his usual crude personality. 

Biography:

Grimmjow actually grew up in a privileged life, except he had all the excitement that the son of a notorious mafia boss could have. Basically his whole life only consisted of various nannies, since his mother died at childbirth and his father was always to busy (or just didn't want to) to give Grimmjow any love or affection. This caused Grimmjow to grow a relationship complex, where he never really trust anyone and hates when people gets close to him. 

Until he was 10, Grimmjow always tried in vain to do things that would warrant his father's attention if only for a brief moment, but at the age of 12 Grimmjow decided enough was enough and started to act out. By the age of 14, Grimmjow was outwardly defying his father, getting into fight, being sexually active, and earning a bad reputation for his name and his father's. His personality grew harsh crass, indifferent, and razor sharp. Soon, his father got to fed up with Grimmjow and sent him off to Raira when he was 15, only communicating to Grimmjow by means of paying his tuition.

Grimmjow was at first outraged that he was sent off to some boarding school, but soon found an outlet in music and singing. Therefore he took up the singing courses at Raira, deciding to bide his way until he turned 18 and graduated so he could be his own person and leave his father behind. 

RP Sample:

Grimmjow stared at the calendar that was hanging on his wall, a scowl marring his face. He didn't know why he bothered to even think that this year would be different from the other 17 years. It's his birthday and like always, he there was not even a single acknowledgment from his father or anyone at all. No one cared.

Snorting, Grimmjow turned his back on the calendar and grabbed his cellphone from where it sat on his bed. He would never admit it, but he hesitated in putting his phone in his pocket, opting to stare at the screen for a minute. He was inwardly hoping, wishing, and pleading all in vain. Grimmjow roughly shoved his phone in his pocket and proceeded to grab his bag and headed for the door.

Hand on the door knob, Grimmjow glanced back at the calendar  his eyes taking on a forlorn look. Grimmjow always felt alone, but it was always on this day that he felt even more alone and isolated. See it wasn't just his birthday, it was also the day his mom died for him. 

Name/Alias: Gin-chan or Kami

Timezone: Eastern

Age: 18

Personal: Prefer not to share.

Desired Character: Heiwajima Shizuo

Anime/Manga[What your character is from]: Durarara!!

Character Age & Grade: 17, Junior

Profession: Musician-Guitarist

If teacher, which class are they interested in teaching? Any clubs/sports?

Class Schedule: 

AP Literary Analysis & Composition 

Calculus

AP Biology

Philosophy

Music

Character Summary:

Shizuo absolutely despises Izaya with a passion. He's a bit of a brute, and let's be honest, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He may lack smarts but he makes up for it in strength. Shizuo's good with kids as well, and even though he pretty much hates high school, he deals with it.

Biography:

Shizuo grew up in a pretty strange family. Little brother, mother, but no father. His father was an alcoholic, and his mother left him when Shizuo was five years old. His old man left behind only one thing to remember him by; his guitar. His mother was going to throw it out, but he insisted on keeping it, and slowly learned to play. The guitar became his favourite thing. Shizuo took care of it, fixed it up, kept it shiny. He learned anything, from rock to country to classical.

When Shizuo entered high school, he wasn't able to get along with the other kids. And he wasn't allowed to play his guitar either. He met Izaya there, and this is what forced him to leave. At age 17, he enrolled in Raira Academy, trying to get away from the raven-haired male.

RP Sample: 

Shizuo leaned back against the school building, staring up at the milky blue sky. It was a nice night. His guitar was strapped to his back, hidden away in it's case. The old thing was nearly twenty years old now, and he was honestly surprised that it was still in tact. Well, that was mostly because he took good care of it. He took another drag from his cigarette, staring at the sky as a puff of smoke was exhaled from his mouth.

The blonde sighed, waiting for a moment. Today had been uneventful. Lousy teachers, noisy students, and a long day. Tomorrow would be better, however. He was being transferred to a school known as Raira Academy, where he could branch off as an artist. Shizuo felt his heart flutter, just for a moment. Finally, he could do something that his good-for-nothing father never accomplished. He doubted that he'd ever have kids, but he wanted to be a good role model for his nieces and nephews, if his brother had any himself.

Name/Alias: Sai or Master~ Timezone: Pacific Age: 19 Personal: pwoutagonist Desired Character: Keiji Ichimaru Anime/Manga[What your character is from]: Bleach Character Age & Grade: 17 / 12th Grade Profession: Photographer If teacher, which class are they interested in teaching? Any clubs/sports? Class Schedule: Creative Writing, Calculus, Astronomy, Japanese History, Photography Character Summary: Keiji is shy and very dependent on his older brother. I portray him to be a small baby fox; while he is still adventurous and curious about the world, he won't stray too far from Gin. Biography:

When he was barely five years old, a strange man took him away from his aunt and beloved brother. He cried for months without being by his older brother's side, but strange enough, the man who took him was gentle and nice and always fed him until he was full. Every time when the boy would ask why the man had taken him, the only reply he got was: "You're a gift that I must keep until I can return you with a bright red bow." In his younger years, he did not understand what the man was trying to say, and although he was being treated fairly, he missed his brother terribly.

When he was around 7, he had strep throat. The man lived in the woods, high in the mountains where it was always snowing. Therefore, the drive to the hospital in the nearest town was long and by the time he got there, the doctors were unable to treat him effectively because it had taken so long. Three years after that he developed rheumatic heart disease because of the poorly treated fever beforehand. Now he always takes his medication to keep the heart pain at bay, but sometimes his vision will go blurry when he is stressed.

Finally as he turned 17, the man packed up all of his belongings and said "It is time for me to give you as a present." On that day, he wore a small red ribbon fastened on his fox mask as he was dropped off at a boarding school. RP Sample:

Snow...soft, fluttering slow falling gently onto the crisp white mask, melting into nothingness like it had never existed in the first place. As the young boy with the fox mask removed the plastic from his face, his bright blue eyes opened up with wonder at the sight and sweet, candy-like petals mixing with the gentle and light snow. He reached out to touch it only to have the cherry blossom remain as the snow melted into a tiny pool of water in the boy's hand.

"It's time, Keiji." Those were the word he was longing to hear. The car ride down the mountain was long; too long for the small fox's liking. He needed to be in his brother's arms, bathing in that sweet scent that he still hadn't forgotten after all of these years.

Soon the school came into view that his heart raced and his vision began to blur. However, it was not due to his condition, but to the tears that bubbled in his eyes and streamed down like rivers and over his pink and puffy cheeks. He didn't even say goodbye to the man who had cared for him like a father as he grabbed his bag and raced out onto the school grounds.

That's when he saw him, in the living flesh, a remnant of his childhood memory, the sole reason for his existence; and he couldn't be happier. We also have a Skype group, so you may leave your Skype here if you wish to be added!