Oooh, looks like I'm the first guy charrie. Coolnesses.

Name: Conrad Douglas
Age: 18
Gender: male
Appearance: Around 6'2'' with a good build. Black hair and hazel eyes. Commonly dressed in wranglers and boots.
Personality: Anything but trustworthy - overall an unlikeable person. Usually in a foul mood, or a very sarcastic one. Has such a thick southern accent he makes Jeff Foxworthy sound French. Secretly very lonely.
School: Pretty much hates school and every darn subject. Has never made good grades, and doesn't care either.
History: His mom gave him up to foster homes shortly after he was born, and as he was conceived illegitimately, he has no father. He was passed around from home to home... never knew a real family, until, as a Junior High, they sent him Kandlemoore.

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Awesome bio FM Your characters are always so interesting.

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Cool bios everyone! hoping that everyone gets bios up ASAP, we'll start soon!

Medawen- I went ahead and put your charrie down as a freshman, not junior, as you said she is 14... 14 is freshman age, and as far as I know (I'm not TOO savvy in these kinds of things) there aren't any exeptions save one or to ever.... *shrugs* Someone pleeeeaaase correct me if I'm wrong.

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Oooops, sorry, not too familiar with terminology here Junior just seems younger than freshman to me. No, you're right, she is a freshman, my bad I'll edit.

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Aw, its ok. Now that I think about it, it is a bit wierd.....

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For my first year or 2 in high school, I didn't know the "grade hierarchy". lol
Anyway, here's my bio! I'm making another Scottish/Irish character! lol

Name: Ciaran (pronounced KEE-ran) MacRae
Gender: Male
Age: 16, junior
Appearance: Short brownish-red hair, slightly wavy. Brown eyes. Tall, over 6 feet, thin and gangly.
Personality: (might change as the RP goes on. lol) Friendly, not very talkative, but not quiet either. He's happy to listen to a conversation, not joining in very often, unless he's with good friends. Sort of clumsy.
School: He likes history, literature, and music, but not math and science. He quite often needs to ask for help with those subjects. He's not good at sports, but likes writing.
History: His mother is Irish, his father Scottish. Ciaran was born in Scotland, but his family moved to America when he was about 10. When he was 12, his both his parents died in a car accident. He went to live with his aunt, then started going to Kandlemoore High when he entered High School.

Okees, here's my bio.

Name: Arielle [last name may come... later]
Age: Sophomore. So that'd be...15/16...somewhere in there.
Gender: female
Appearance: medium length light brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, very thin


[sry there's no personality or history, but i'm awful with those. i might post one later...]

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Alright... I think we're waiting on Raven and Amoniel, so I'll PM them. Sorry if I'm being a bit hasty, but I fear that if we don't start soon people will start leaving. Not good.

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Name: Liliana (Lily) Morgan
Age: 16 (10th Sophmore)
Gender: Female

Appearence: Long wavy dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, 5'5", slender

Personality: very quick tempered, nice and overall friendly, gets bored easily, can laugh at herself

Thoughts on school: excellent at english and history. very analytical in math and science. uses logic.

History: She was born in Chicago, Illinois and has lived there all her life. Her father is a big business owner and her mother is an artist. She is huge in dance and horse back riding and loves to do that any chance she gets. She has one older sister who goes to college in a fashion school in New York. Living with two working parents is hard for Lily but she makes up for her losses in reading and writing. Lily always has lots of friends by her side, some loyal, some not. She recently broke up with her boyfriend of 2-years and recently her derpressed state has resulted in a significant drop in her social status. School has become almost unbearable until she found out about a school in Washington. Lily talked her parents into letting her go to Kandlemorre High to let her have a change in scenary. Her parents agreed. Lily is excited about starting her life over and getting off to a fresh start.

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Aww, thanks for the compliment! I’ve played this guy before, and he is really fun... but a bit hard. He’s a complex guy, y’know? But coming from Meldy, who’s simply bursting with creative charries, I appreciate the comment very much!!

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Bursting, indeed You exaggerate, but the compliment in turn is likewise appreciated.

When can we start?

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Hmmm.... I guess now. I haven't heard back from Raven, but.... *sigh* I guess we can go ahead and start.
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Amelia Garner clung her history books to her chest, all of her other books having been put in her backpack uncerimoniously. The fourteen year old may have been lacking in stature, but it was all brains under her head of thick brown hair. Though now her head was a bundle of nerves as she got ready for her midterm literature speech. As she quietly mouthed the semi-memorized words to herself, she didn't catch her literature teacher headed for her.

"Amelia?" The man called, hiding a smile with his 'stare' as he waited for one of his straight A students to respond.

"Mr. Jones!" Amelia gasped as she nearly dropped her books. "Don't do that! You nearly scared me out of my skin!" Matthew Jones laughed.

"Well forgive me then. But I just came to make sure you weren't hiding in the janitor's closet. Again." At this comment, the freshman's cheeks turned bright pink.

"Mr. Jones, that was in the fourth grade." Again, the lighthearted teacher laughed.

"Ah but is so fun to tease you. And it will get alot worse if I don't see that essay in the next few days, Amelia." Amelia nodded quickly before presenting her defense,

"Yes, I will, but all of the research books in the library are all out of whack again. But I will get it done by thursday, Mr. Jones." The teacher nodded, and was about to comment on the library, but instead looked up at the clock.

"Well, its just about time for your speach." Amelia looked at him, gaping. He looked at her, half smiling, half wincing.

"You're first. The principal decided las minute to sort by first name. I don't know why." Amelia sighed.

"Alright. Lets just get this over with." With that, she marched past her teacher and headed for the door to her classroom.

But, when they got there, the principal was waiting, reading glasses and all.

"Whats going on here?" Mr. Jones asked. Removing his glasses, the rather heavyset principal walked over to the two.

"Miss Garner will not be able to give her speech today." At this, Amelia sighed with releif, but that was short lived as he continued. "She will be coming to my office at once." At this, the curly headed girl looked at him like he had just cursed in kindergarden class. Without explaining, he took Amelia by the arm and out of the room, leaving many students mumbling, even giggling quietly.

Once in the office, Amelia reconized several of the students in chairs around the room, she was now officially confused. Smoothing her uniform plad green skirt under herself as she sat and crossed her legs. Letting her backback slide to the floor, she smoothed out her matching green jacket and dress tie, the signiture 'KMH' on the left shoulder.

"What is the meaning of this?" She asked, her accent becoming more apparent. The principal looked at her, and then around the room.

"You all have been called here becuase we -meaning the teachers and I- are in need of help. Recently, we have found....... Things.. that make us think that there is more to this school than meets the eye." Amelia repressed the need to say 'You think?', but he continued,

"We have discovered a very, very old tunnel that runs under Kandlemoore."

((Ok... Sorry its kinda long. Feel free to make up a name for said principal, and more teachers.))

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Louisa sat in a chair in the principles office, next to Amelia. She half listened to the principle. She heard something like the same thing last year.
"And what about the fact that five of my friends are missing? They were the top students in my grade. And have you been to the library lately? The books are all out of whack. Do you think the librarian has gone loco?" the senior interupted, tapping the edge of her leather cowgirl hat so she could see the principle better...

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((Ok, everyone, just realize that there is a uniform in the school, and a rather strict dress code. Though, I suppose hats are Ok... ))

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Elle sat quietly in her chair, hugging her books to her chest nervously. She hadn't ever been called to the office before, and it was nerve racking. She let her light brown hair fall forward, partially hiding her face, a habit she had when she was in a room with more than a few people. She was exceptionally shy.

She looked up when a senior, she was pretty sure her name was Louisa, began speaking to the principal. Things certainly had been crazy lately. Elle, since she spent 99% of her time in the library, had noticed many times that her favorite books were never where she expected them to be. She knew the librarian wouldn't simply just arrange the books spontaeneously with no sense of order at all.

"Excuse me, sir," she said quietly, peeking out from behind the curtain of her long hair, "But why have you chosen us to help? Me... I'm just...." She trailed off, having already spoken more than was characteristic of her. But the question ran through her mind. She was just an ordinary girl. How could she help? Then fearing that the principal would get the wrong idea, she quickly added: "Of course, I will help...."

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I'm back!

((Well... I have a post all ready, but I'm gonna wait for everyone else to post. ))

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