Post by Kay on Mar 13, 2007 14:51:09 GMT -5
OOC Name/Alias: OOC
Character's Name: Jayden Saybol
Age; Grade; Occupation: Music Theory Prof.
Lockwood or St. Logans: Lockwood
Why you've come to Springbrook's: He's a teacher, he needs a place to teach.
OOC Name/Alias: Kay
Character's Name: Bailey Reizer
Age; Grade; Occupation: 16;;Jounior
Lockwood or St. Logans: Lockwood
Why you've come to Springbrook's: Mummy and Daddy want thier little girl to get the best education that money can buy.
OOC Name/Alias: Kay
Character's Name: Hunter Blake
Age; Grade; Occupation: 18;;Senior
Lockwood or St. Logans: St. Logans
Why you've come to Springbrook's: His parents have put pressure on him to do well in thew budding basketball program and emerge as a star
Role-play Sample:
She sat up in her bed, sweating. “Bugger” she whispered. She sighed, it was just a dream. She had no idea why she had been selected to help with the Ministry alongside their Agents. For the past few years she was damage control for an incompetent healer, though he would claim he was busy. She dealt with public relations, maybe this was the break she was looking for. In her mind she knew that wasn’t true, the carnage she had seen, jesus, nothing could have prepared her for it. The bodies just laying there the smell of charred flesh. She tried to do what she could when sent to a sight, she wasn’t allowed to enter a battlefield without at least two Agents.
It was so awful. As much as she did it just wasn’t enough all those innocent lives. She shook her head standing she made her way to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Joann Henry, thin and beautiful, long read hair everything about her had been perfectly manicured. She despised herself, she had this beautiful flat not a blemish on her body, and she only saved a few children that day. “Look at yourself, so concerned with your own life. You are an awful person.” She sighed and a tears soon flooded her hazel eyes. She shrank down the wall, reaching for the razor on the edge of the sink, she slowly cut three thin lines into her right thigh and watched them as they bleed. Of all the blood she saw her own seemed too measly. It hardly made up for what she couldn’t do.
The calico purred as it entered the bathroom and mewed at its master. Joann lived alone, well aside from her cat, Jax. She pet the cat as its weaved in and out of her thin legs. With a sigh she stood up, she grabbed the clothing she was wearing last night and dressed herself. She needed a drink, Rose’s the was just around the corner. Her long red hair bounced around her thin shoulders as she walked down the street to the familiar location. At least there she would feel a little safer, she hated living alone, maybe she would put up an add for a roommate. Someone else needed to be there, she couldn’t stay in her house she was too consumed by the devastation.
She entered Rose’s and took a deep breath, the jittery and cautious heads of the few inhabitants jerked in her direction. Most of the pub's occupants, these days, were the desperate souls of the New Life Community. They were the folks that had already lost it all to this war. They were the lost causes, and it seemed okay to Joann to mingle with this crowd. They lamented their own sad songs. They wouldn't tell your secrets. They didn't care. The aroma of whiskey and peanuts filled her lungs, and right away she felt soothed. “Hey Jo” Tom smiled form behind the bar, she had become a regular since she had been put in the field. She gave him a smile and sighed “Hey Tom, busy night?” she asked her voice soft and slightly fragile sounding,. “The usual then?” he asked her the glass already in his hand, she nodded and a large glass of Irish Mead was placed in front of her. She smiled at him thankfully and took a sip. A warm feeling washed over her and her nerves were calmed.
Two of the other women in the bar looked like those she had been sent into the field with. The Ministry wanted their mental states evaluated. She didn’t feel like she could. Too many people were hurt. Too many people moaning and calling out in pain. the moans were enough to haunt her even now, in a neutral environment. She needed a roommate. Soon she had an add posted up. ROOMMATE WANTED, FLAT OVER BAKERY RENT IS NEGOTIABLE. PLEASE OWL JOANN HENRY. WIth that she asked for another mead and watched the two agents.
Her eyes glanced over her ring-less right hand. The tan line the engagement ring had left was still present. Of course he left her, after her first trip into the field she was as different person. No one was the same once they witnessed the slaughter of millions. The first venture had left her cold. The two agents she had been sent with specifically were missing and she was stepping over the dead bodies looking for a sign a life from any of them, “Jo...” a familiar muffled voice called out to her. “CODY!” she whispered terror-struck once she saw her little brother. His mangled fifteen-year old body laying there among the broken bodies. Immediately she dropped to her knees and scooped him up into her arms and begin healing him. Something weird caught her eye, a burn on his forearm, she pulled the sleeve of his sweater, a bold black tattoo of a snake, the make of the opposition. “Cody...How could you, how dare you” She dropped him and backed away, her hand covered her mouth. Salty tears made streaks in the dirt on her face. Her baby brother a member of the oppositions Death Squad? It wasn’t possible.
BAM!
A searing pain stung her cheek and a cool wetness spread over her face, blood. An agent had pushed her out of the path of a green flash of light that shot out from her brother’s wand. With a slick flourish another green flash from a friendly pistol hit Cody in the chest. And just like that, Cody was gone. How could she tell mom and dad? The next few hours were blur when she snapped out of it she was at home with Kyle, her now ex- fiance. He promised her he wouldn’t leave, but after a week of initial shock he was gone, he left her note explaining he couldn’t be with her, something about finding himself. The coward. She had worn the ring another month in hopes that he would come back to her. Hope was a funny thing, hope is a fallacy that died when she took the trillion cut diamond and placed back in its emerald colored box. Her aunt had come to stay with her for a while. She not only witnessed the murder of her brother, but she also lost the man she loved. It hardly seemed fair, but who decides what fair is anyway? She shuddered at a thought, she has the training and power of many healers before her, the innocent have nothing.. No protection from this merciless slaughter. So many of them became a part of the casualty statistics.
Before discovering her brother’s secret life everything had been so clear. The bad guys were separated from the good guys. It was easy to tell right from wrong. She would never tell anyone, but she often wondered if she was on the right side. maybe the Ministry was in fact wrong. She came form a long line of healers, rumored to be the long lost line of the great family. The Henrys were nothing like them, kind, loving people, Her mother an artist and her father a retired Ministry man. The great family destroyed their own people due to paranoia and spite. She now herself believed the rumors, how else could Cody have ever abandoned what they had been taught when growing up. Unless her father....No. She wouldn’t question that, it was impossible. She touched her cheek gingerly, there was no scar, no proof that a piece of glass had pierced through her pale flesh. Maybe it hadn’t even happened, the first time she questioned her memory she went to see her mother who upon hearing Cody’s name broke down into sobs. She would never tell her mother Cody tried to kill her, it would be too much for her. Why was she protecting him? He tried to kill her. Taking another sip of the mead she banished the though from her mind, at least until she was back home, alone.
A dropping glass caused her to jump. Looking towards the cause of the sound, she let a slight sigh of relief to see a grizzled man who had merely fallen asleep dropping his glass. Then instantly she was struck with grief, before the war had started she wouldn’t have given that noise a glance it use to be a common occurrence in the many pubs she use to frequent. Now the slightest noise would cause not just her but anyone to jump. It was funny how trust had become such an issue in just a few months. Usually one could depend on the smiles of strangers now you only see the tops of heads and shifty eyes. Tracing once more over the healed razor cuts she longed for stability and the way things had been.
Character's Name: Jayden Saybol
Age; Grade; Occupation: Music Theory Prof.
Lockwood or St. Logans: Lockwood
Why you've come to Springbrook's: He's a teacher, he needs a place to teach.
OOC Name/Alias: Kay
Character's Name: Bailey Reizer
Age; Grade; Occupation: 16;;Jounior
Lockwood or St. Logans: Lockwood
Why you've come to Springbrook's: Mummy and Daddy want thier little girl to get the best education that money can buy.
OOC Name/Alias: Kay
Character's Name: Hunter Blake
Age; Grade; Occupation: 18;;Senior
Lockwood or St. Logans: St. Logans
Why you've come to Springbrook's: His parents have put pressure on him to do well in thew budding basketball program and emerge as a star
Role-play Sample:
She sat up in her bed, sweating. “Bugger” she whispered. She sighed, it was just a dream. She had no idea why she had been selected to help with the Ministry alongside their Agents. For the past few years she was damage control for an incompetent healer, though he would claim he was busy. She dealt with public relations, maybe this was the break she was looking for. In her mind she knew that wasn’t true, the carnage she had seen, jesus, nothing could have prepared her for it. The bodies just laying there the smell of charred flesh. She tried to do what she could when sent to a sight, she wasn’t allowed to enter a battlefield without at least two Agents.
It was so awful. As much as she did it just wasn’t enough all those innocent lives. She shook her head standing she made her way to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Joann Henry, thin and beautiful, long read hair everything about her had been perfectly manicured. She despised herself, she had this beautiful flat not a blemish on her body, and she only saved a few children that day. “Look at yourself, so concerned with your own life. You are an awful person.” She sighed and a tears soon flooded her hazel eyes. She shrank down the wall, reaching for the razor on the edge of the sink, she slowly cut three thin lines into her right thigh and watched them as they bleed. Of all the blood she saw her own seemed too measly. It hardly made up for what she couldn’t do.
The calico purred as it entered the bathroom and mewed at its master. Joann lived alone, well aside from her cat, Jax. She pet the cat as its weaved in and out of her thin legs. With a sigh she stood up, she grabbed the clothing she was wearing last night and dressed herself. She needed a drink, Rose’s the was just around the corner. Her long red hair bounced around her thin shoulders as she walked down the street to the familiar location. At least there she would feel a little safer, she hated living alone, maybe she would put up an add for a roommate. Someone else needed to be there, she couldn’t stay in her house she was too consumed by the devastation.
She entered Rose’s and took a deep breath, the jittery and cautious heads of the few inhabitants jerked in her direction. Most of the pub's occupants, these days, were the desperate souls of the New Life Community. They were the folks that had already lost it all to this war. They were the lost causes, and it seemed okay to Joann to mingle with this crowd. They lamented their own sad songs. They wouldn't tell your secrets. They didn't care. The aroma of whiskey and peanuts filled her lungs, and right away she felt soothed. “Hey Jo” Tom smiled form behind the bar, she had become a regular since she had been put in the field. She gave him a smile and sighed “Hey Tom, busy night?” she asked her voice soft and slightly fragile sounding,. “The usual then?” he asked her the glass already in his hand, she nodded and a large glass of Irish Mead was placed in front of her. She smiled at him thankfully and took a sip. A warm feeling washed over her and her nerves were calmed.
Two of the other women in the bar looked like those she had been sent into the field with. The Ministry wanted their mental states evaluated. She didn’t feel like she could. Too many people were hurt. Too many people moaning and calling out in pain. the moans were enough to haunt her even now, in a neutral environment. She needed a roommate. Soon she had an add posted up. ROOMMATE WANTED, FLAT OVER BAKERY RENT IS NEGOTIABLE. PLEASE OWL JOANN HENRY. WIth that she asked for another mead and watched the two agents.
Her eyes glanced over her ring-less right hand. The tan line the engagement ring had left was still present. Of course he left her, after her first trip into the field she was as different person. No one was the same once they witnessed the slaughter of millions. The first venture had left her cold. The two agents she had been sent with specifically were missing and she was stepping over the dead bodies looking for a sign a life from any of them, “Jo...” a familiar muffled voice called out to her. “CODY!” she whispered terror-struck once she saw her little brother. His mangled fifteen-year old body laying there among the broken bodies. Immediately she dropped to her knees and scooped him up into her arms and begin healing him. Something weird caught her eye, a burn on his forearm, she pulled the sleeve of his sweater, a bold black tattoo of a snake, the make of the opposition. “Cody...How could you, how dare you” She dropped him and backed away, her hand covered her mouth. Salty tears made streaks in the dirt on her face. Her baby brother a member of the oppositions Death Squad? It wasn’t possible.
BAM!
A searing pain stung her cheek and a cool wetness spread over her face, blood. An agent had pushed her out of the path of a green flash of light that shot out from her brother’s wand. With a slick flourish another green flash from a friendly pistol hit Cody in the chest. And just like that, Cody was gone. How could she tell mom and dad? The next few hours were blur when she snapped out of it she was at home with Kyle, her now ex- fiance. He promised her he wouldn’t leave, but after a week of initial shock he was gone, he left her note explaining he couldn’t be with her, something about finding himself. The coward. She had worn the ring another month in hopes that he would come back to her. Hope was a funny thing, hope is a fallacy that died when she took the trillion cut diamond and placed back in its emerald colored box. Her aunt had come to stay with her for a while. She not only witnessed the murder of her brother, but she also lost the man she loved. It hardly seemed fair, but who decides what fair is anyway? She shuddered at a thought, she has the training and power of many healers before her, the innocent have nothing.. No protection from this merciless slaughter. So many of them became a part of the casualty statistics.
Before discovering her brother’s secret life everything had been so clear. The bad guys were separated from the good guys. It was easy to tell right from wrong. She would never tell anyone, but she often wondered if she was on the right side. maybe the Ministry was in fact wrong. She came form a long line of healers, rumored to be the long lost line of the great family. The Henrys were nothing like them, kind, loving people, Her mother an artist and her father a retired Ministry man. The great family destroyed their own people due to paranoia and spite. She now herself believed the rumors, how else could Cody have ever abandoned what they had been taught when growing up. Unless her father....No. She wouldn’t question that, it was impossible. She touched her cheek gingerly, there was no scar, no proof that a piece of glass had pierced through her pale flesh. Maybe it hadn’t even happened, the first time she questioned her memory she went to see her mother who upon hearing Cody’s name broke down into sobs. She would never tell her mother Cody tried to kill her, it would be too much for her. Why was she protecting him? He tried to kill her. Taking another sip of the mead she banished the though from her mind, at least until she was back home, alone.
A dropping glass caused her to jump. Looking towards the cause of the sound, she let a slight sigh of relief to see a grizzled man who had merely fallen asleep dropping his glass. Then instantly she was struck with grief, before the war had started she wouldn’t have given that noise a glance it use to be a common occurrence in the many pubs she use to frequent. Now the slightest noise would cause not just her but anyone to jump. It was funny how trust had become such an issue in just a few months. Usually one could depend on the smiles of strangers now you only see the tops of heads and shifty eyes. Tracing once more over the healed razor cuts she longed for stability and the way things had been.
