Escapism Academy - A Surreal High-School RP (Co-GMed by Sam G, Revolverwolf and Sky14Kemea) (closed)

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Spoiler: Audition

Christoph awoke as he usually did in the mornings, surrounded by warm bedsheets, ornate paintings, decorative tables, and with his Butler hunched over the bed, bidding him a good morning. Slowly, making no effort to hurry for school, Christoph pulled his silk sleeping-hat from his head and emerged from his comfortable sleeping spot. Christoph's Butler escorted him downstairs to the dining hall, which was, quite literally a hall. Christoph sat at the head of the table, faced by more decorative things, only this time, it was silverwear. As Christoph began to cut up his Full English breakfast, he turned to his butler.

"Giles, where is my Father this morning? I have something to ask of him, but I haven't seen him around. I presume that you may have happened across him?"

"I'm sorry Master Williams, but your Father is out boating this morning, he stated that he required...a break of sorts."

Giles then muttered something that was inaudible, and turned away to pour a cup of tea. Christoph raised an eyebrow at Giles, feeling offended at the utterances. Christoph picked up a napkin and cleaned his mouth, having only eaten a fork-full of mash, one sausage and a piece of bacon. He then snapped his fingers. Giles sighed, and put down the cup of tea, which he was just about to start drinking.

"Fetch me my uniform will you? And my sword if you'd be so kind, I'm already late. That's a good butler Giles."

"Master Williams, while I am payed to service you, I am not a dog, and your Father has given me specific permissions to set you straight, should you step out of line."

"Oh hush and go fetch it!"

Giles swiftly turned and landed a punch right in Christoph's left cheek, knocking him out of the chair, and sending him to the floor. Christoph lay on the floor, holding his quite red cheek, and occasionally twitching, feeling embarrassed.

"I'll be with you in a moment Master Williams, do excuse me."

With that, Giles skipped off, feeling rather happy with himself.

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[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

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Quick thing... paragraphs? >.> When it's a huge block like that it kinda puts me off reading :L

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Also it looks like the Occult club and Soccer club's are full now. Dx wow.

Shit, sorry. Editing now...

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

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Quick thing... paragraphs? >.> When it's a huge block like that it kinda puts me off reading :L

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Also it looks like the Occult club and Soccer club's are full now. Dx wow.

There, gave it paragraphs so it should be better for ya.

 

[sky14kemea]

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Quick thing... paragraphs? >.> When it's a huge block like that it kinda puts me off reading :L

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Also it looks like the Occult club and Soccer club's are full now. Dx wow.

There, gave it paragraphs so it should be better for ya.

Awesome! Thank you. ^^

 

[Sam G]

Spoiler: My Sheet

Name:Cecilia Ce Satchel

Nickname:Xthecommander

Spoiler: Appearance

Club:Music Group

Biography:Cecilia is a very quite girl, she keeps to herself, and is a spectre, she is there, but you can't see her. She was brought here because her father had to move, at the time he served in the military, however, he died in an accident, and she now lives here for the time being.
She likes to not be near a large group of people, however, she doesn't mind having friends, and she is only smiling if she is listening to music, but she never shows it if someone is around her.

Power:She has the power to manipulate light to do many things, such as making herself invisible, and creating illusions, she can do just about anything, but it takes alot of concentration, and she has only mastered illusions, and invisibility to a point were she doesn't need to concentrate alot.

2nd Power:She has the ability to control people with her voice, or any sort of sound, however, she has to focus a bit with this. She can command people to do her bidding, but she hasen't mastered it, and can only do it for a certain amount of time (30 Minutes is the max), and usually, the people forget what happend, but this takes alot of focusing in order to make it flawless memory loss. Also, she has only mastered the ability to control people with her flute, and voice, she finds any other way to be very difficult.

I like you, and your audition's good, but I'm calling an immediate ban on your second power. That'd be character control, which is completely against the rules in almost every RP on the site.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: Audition

The summer sun made its slow descent, painting the sky a warm orange. Damon pulled upright, disturbing the flat sheets of his bed. He gazed out of his window, the town's silhouette looking as if it was be design as opposed to natural occurances. The sound of feet roared through the house as someone traversed the staircase. Damon could tell it was his Mother, just by the urgency of the pace. His bedroom door was rapped against by frail knuckles. He had already assumed she would make a joke about the state of his room in relation to his age, and he was just about sick of it. He approached the door, sighed, and opened it, revealing his Mother, who was carrying a basket full of clothes for the wash.

"What do you want?"

"Any clothes?"

Damon looked quickly around the room, ignoring the jeans that lay in a heap by his bedside.

"Nope."

The door slammed, interrupting Damon's Mother. It dawned on him that he had not got himself ready yet, and he was still moping around in his casual attire. As he walked over to his wardrobe, he stripped himself of his current wear, then picked up his uniform. He slipped it on and glanced at the mirror, seeing that it still fit him perfectly. Opposite the mirror was a hairbrush, which Damon clutched at and tidied himself appropriately with. After following the rest of the routine, Damon picked up his messenger bag, and walked down the stairs. He suddenly had the feeling he was forgetting something. Regardless, he opened the door and stepped outside. He heard a gentle cough from behind him. His Mother was stood there, holding a cold bottle of blackcurrent juice. Damon took the bottle, and slipped it into his bag without thanking her for it.

Damon didn't like being inside at night. He was a very nocturnal creature, and only came home after school had finished the next day. Naturally, his Mother was always concerned for his safety. She said the standard things a mother would say; "take care", "be careful" and "love you" were her personal favourites. This time, she chose "be careful". Damon nodded unconvincingly at her, then turned around, facing the street. She stepped forward and opened her arms, trying to do something she hadn't done since he was a little boy. She moved in for a hug, desperately hoping his cold exterior had broken, and that she could finally enjoy a motherly embrace. No sooner had her foot touched the paving stones outside of the house, a black-as-winter-night sphere curled around her. Damon smirked, then slowly walked towards the bus that was headed for the centre of town. The bus door closed behind him, and as it did so, the sphere around his mother faded away in whisps of black.

I hope that was okay!

Douchebag! Douchebag on the field! Someone please escort the douchebag off the field of play! Thank you!

Seriously dude, your mom?

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Quick thing... paragraphs? >.> When it's a huge block like that it kinda puts me off reading :L

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Also it looks like the Occult club and Soccer club's are full now. Dx wow.

If I had to guess, I would say everyone wanted to be in a club that they thought no one else would be in, and therefore all chose the same thing, or all went in for soccer because they're Brits. Just a guess.

Anyway, why does the school have a football field if it doesn't have a football team?

 

[sky14kemea]

If I had to guess, I would say everyone wanted to be in a club that they thought no one else would be in, and therefore all chose the same thing, or all went in for soccer because they're Brits. Just a guess.

Anyway, why does the school have a football field if it doesn't have a football team?

...You do know Football is English for Soccer, right?

Football field = Soccer field.

Although I can see why this would be confusing... you're thinking of what we call Rugby, right? Dx
Nah, that's for the Soccer Team. Damn English-made map. =P

 

[sky14kemea]

Okay.... This is my sheet so far. Dx

Spoiler: Sky's Sheet

Name: Sky Kemea

Nickname: Kemea

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Reasonably tall, with dyed blond hair (naturally brown) and brown eyes. His clothes are usually hand-me-downs from his older silbings, so they tend to be faded and sometimes too big for him. He sometimes wears his soccer uniform underneath his clothes when he has practise later (The Escapism Academy blue & white).

Club: Soccer Team

Biography: Sky is a senior at Escapism Academy, and has been a member of the Soccer Team since his freshmen year. He first tried out for the striker position, but after his kick burned up the goalie nets, he asked to be a defender instead. Although he stays in the Dorms, he comes from a big, loving family. He is the youngest of 6 brothers, and his mother regularly sends care packages to his dorm. The reason for his slightly feminine name is because of a mix up during his ultrasound.

Primary Power: The ability to slow down time. Because of his laziness, he has the ability to drastically slow down time for 30 seconds. However since only he moves at normal speed during this, it gives the impression that he's moving super fast. He usually uses this power to get to class on time.

Secondary Power: Soccerball made of fire. When 'Kemea' charges up a kick, the friction can set the soccer ball ablaze. This can make it a very powerful fireball attack.

Other Information: Sky is a very friendly and outgoing person, although he tends to take a lot of naps whenever he can. He has no set sleeping pattern and likes to wander around at all hours of the day and night, unless he's on the soccer field. Most of his friends at school are from the Soccer Team, but he tends to like everyone he meets.

I put a gender on mine 'cause the name is confusing. xD

I'll add more to it when I think of it. I'm kinda stuck for now. >_<

 

[Zirat]

Spoiler: My sheet

Name: Jaycob Alexander

Nickname: Zirat

Age: 17

Appearance: Jaycob is somewhat tall, with short cut brown hair and hazel eyes. He almost always wears a zip-up hoodie halfway undone over a random T-shirt and blue jeans and a old pair of well-worn and beaten sneakers.

Club: Art

Biography: Jaycob was born in a mid-sized family, two sisters a father and a mother and a half-brother that factors in there somewhere. He is a bit more deadpan and pessimistic so in most situations with others he usually drifts to being the straight man to the more creative and wacky people, but he still means well and loves a bit of fun.
He lives in the dorms of Escapism Academy, simply because the commute would have been nearly four hours one way and also because this was a fine opportunity to have some time on his own away from the family, during his first year he consulted a friend about what he should take up as a club in his spare time. That friend, in turn, consulted his dice and told him to try out the Art club. After letting the fact that his friend just consulted dice for such a decision followed his advice and actualy finding himself enjoying it. He quickly took to the club, specializing in sketches and pencil drawings, and couldnt believe that he didnt try out for that group sooner. He has taken to signing most of his larger works with 'Zirat', something that just to him in the middle of the day, or just abbreviates it to a 'Z'. This has leaked out of the club and eventualy became his nickname.

Primary Power: Death Dealer- Jaycob can throw cards with deadly accuracy and results at a target, but more importantly he uses his personal deck of cards as an impromptu 'inventory' system. He can turn a number of items into cards, and slip them into the deck and quickly turn them back into the items they were for quick use.
Smooth as clockwork, and every bit as logical

Secondary Power: Magic Pencil: Jaycob has access to a self entitled Magic Pencil. It allows him to use the eraser to erase objects from reality, living matter is too dificult for it, and whatever it draws becomes real and can be removed from the paper.
Also comes with the added bonus of never breaking, or having the eraser run out.

Other Information: Jaycob is practically nocturnal, preferring to stay up late and sleep in at any chance he gets. SHOULD he be around while the evil day-star is still in the sky, he is always within arms reach of his thermos of black coffee, his own special and powerful blend.

Here is my sheet, sorry it took so long. Hit some MAJOR roadblocks.

 

[BoosterGold]

Spoiler: Audition for BoosterGold

Justin Lipsitz, or as everyone at Escapist Academy knows him BoosterGold was sleeping soundly, until that is the obnoxious and ill mannered coffee pot decided that it was time for him to wake up. As the smell of fresh brewed coffee drift to his nose, he stirred and looked around, ?Where am I this isn't my dorm?? he said still half asleep. Looking up he sees a poster of Chell, from portal, as a Green Lantern. ?Not again.? he said to himself as he slammed his face into his palm. The events of the previous night came back to him, he remember that he came into school to work on something in the Science clubs Labs. ?I must have fallen asleep here...again? as he stood from the chair he stretched audibly cracking his back.

He reached for his Justice League International Mug, which he keeps in his desk and...nothing. oh yeah I let Donkey borrow it he grabbed his Portal Gun and fired a blue portal near Donkey's area the an orange one on the wall near his desk. He reach through and grabbed the mug. ?MUG RETREIVED!? He shouted spinning dramatically and giving a thumbs up. Now with his beloved mug in hand he went to the coffee maker and poured a cup, the add some powdered creamer and sugar. ?I frakking love this motion sensor coffee maker.? He said, petting the coffee maker like a puppy who had done a neat trick.

I need to get ready class starts in an hour he thought as he looked at the clock. He grabbed his green aged backpack, on the front of which were two pins; the Green Lantern Symbol, Booster Gold (the DC hero) being awesome; and stuffed it full of pens, notebooks, and various other education necessities. He then grabbed his trademark Lab Coat, threw two pens and a sharpie marker in the breast pocket. Slung his backpack over his shoulders and chugged the rest of his coffee. Opened the clubroom door and walked into the start of what he felt would be a very interesting school year.

If anything needs to be done to this tell me, and it will be changed with the utmost speed.

 

[XThecommander]

I like you, and your audition's good, but I'm calling an immediate ban on your second power. That'd be character control, which is completely against the rules in almost every RP on the site.

Understood, I edited that power, I hope the new power I have isn't too bad, it is basically the manipulation of how one hears a sound, and I haven't made it anything to horrible, and it has a limited range, also, it needs a medium. Hope it wasn't too long, I got a bit carried away with the details.

 

[Zirat]

Spoiler: My audition

Jaycob was curled up in him room under his heavy comforter, not exactly asleep because he knew what was coming soon. Even with his eyes were closed he could tell that the sun was coming up and through his window and groaned loudly. He threw the comforter off of him and was greeted to a bright ray of light blasting in through his window and into his face. He mumbled some incoherent insults at the offending light and looked over at the clock next to his bed, it read 7:00 am. Wheres the justice in that? I only got 4 hours of sleep he thought to himself as he stumbled out of the bed. "Curse you, early schedules" he said before yawning widely and scratching the back of his head. He walked out to the small kitchenette and saw his beloved percolator, hand drawn, coffee machine. The beauty took him a full afternoon and multiple scrapped copies to get all the details right, it was black and white and had only one button on it. He smiled warmly as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a plastic baggy of his own special mix and put it into the machine, placed his thermos under the nozzle, and pressed the button to activate it.

He walked away as his coffee machine made churning noises signifying that it's work was beginning and he walked back to his small dresser next to his bed. He yanked open a drawer and pulled out a yellow zip-up, a few ink stains here and there but otherwise perfectly serviceable, a solid blue T-Shirt, light blue jeans and the other necessities. He quickly got dressed and grabbed his Pencil off the top of his dresser and placed it behind his ear for safekeeping. He went back to check on the coffee progress and saw how it was finishing filling up the thermos now, he nodded and turned off the machine, placed the top on it to keep it bubbling hot, and put on his shoes before walking out the door.

Halfway down the hall he stopped and quickly ran back, on the counter there was a deck of cards in an all black case that he quickly grabbed and stuffed in his pocket. "Great, start of a new year and I'm already forgetting the basics" he grumbled to himself as he walked back out again.

He walked to the main building, his eyes in the usually setting of half closed, as he took in a deep breath. Wonderful, a new years starting. Wonder if all those talks of budget cuts were true he wondered as he unscrewed the cap to his thermos and took a quick swig from the steaming hot mixture inside of it. It may have destroyed the mouth and throat of a lesser man but it made Jaycob pick up his step and feel slightly better about the current settings.

As he continued on his way he started to see more and more people walking in the same direction as him, he recognized some of them but almost none rang a bell. But that may have just been his somewhat poor memory playing tricks on him as he finally reached the building and saw someone leap off the Bell tower and make a grand entrance. "Huh, must be in the drama club" he said as he gave him one last look and continued into the building.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Just as a note to people, I totally re-wrote my audition and character several hours ago. You should go investigate.

 

[sky14kemea]

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Hey dude ^^ Just wondering about your powers. The first one seems a tad overpowered in the sense that "It can fire things out?" ... Or something? :l It confused me towards the end.

And the second one, you're gonna need to be more specific. "Witchy powers" Isn't really a power. >_>
=P

 

[maddawg IAJI]

Anyway, why does the school have a football field if it doesn't have a football team?

Because Football fields are the same size, shape and style as a Soccer stadium, or at least as close as you'd get. All you need to do is just change the major signs around.
Kind of like how a Basketball court is also used as a Hockey Rink when a Hockey team plays there.

 

[ThreeWords]

Spoiler: Three-Words

Name: Alice Shannow

Nickname: Three-Words, or just Three, as she never seems to speak.

Age: 16

Appearance: Alice is, to be blunt, rather plain. She is not tall nor slim, nor particulally dazzling, and her shoulder length hair is a sort of pale brown which an unkind observer might call dirty blond. Neither are her clothes striking, save in the mediocretiy; t-shirts and jeans, or a modest skirt.

Club: Drama

Biography: Alice was brought up by her mother, who supported them with a job as an author after running away form her father, an abusive alcoholic who beat both Alice and her mother. When she spent months refusing to talk, it was thought that the trauma had made Alice a mute; she spent a lot of time simply listening to people, and most to her mother, who read her the stories she wrote to comfort her. She spoke most when interasting with the stories, and in tie, Alice became confident in speech, but only with her mother and witht he stories they told.
When she went to school, she was "The Girl who Never Talks" for a while, till people grew to understand her, and in time she was forced first to say a few words at a time, earing her new name, and to develope an expresive vocublary of mime. In time, the Drama Club became aware of her, and when they recruited her they found she spoke wonderfully and freely, as long as it was in the context of a story.

Primary Power: Share the silence: With eye contact, Alice can instil confusion and surprise (a sort of stun attack) with a lasting effect of blocking any that the target makes to comunicate for a short time afterwards

Secondary Power: The Gift of Gab: When Alice does speak, it captivating; she can keep any auidence in the palm of her hand. This allows her to, when pushed, paralyze, influence of simply persuade any group of people.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: Audition:-Gotta rework this, 'ang on.

Damien stretched his arms as he woke up, the damn alarm clock ringing over and over again. He couldn't even crush the damn thing- his parents learned from the last time, and bought him a titanium alarm clock. It was worse than the rooster on the farm, crowing at exactly 5:26, come rain, shine, gloom of night, or gigantic hands closing around it to wring its scrawny little neck. The post office could take a few lessons. Damien shook his head as he rose out of bed and got dressed. He grabbed his books, took an orange out of the fridge, and started to walk out the door, peeling the orange. "I'm leavin' for school, mum! Love ya!" Damien grinned as he sprinted out the door, popping each slice of heaven into his mouth one at a time. 

Damien patted his empty pockets, devoid of any denomination of currency whatsoever. "I need some cash." He sighed. He put his Bass Guitar case on the group and opened it up. He grabbed a silken, snow-white pigeon feather off the ground and cleaned it. He then picked up a fist-sized rock. "Come one, come all, to the greatest magic trick on earth!" He yelled. People flocked around him. He grinned. He had an audience now- this was what he loved. "Step up, step up!" He noticed a 23 year old woman and grinned. "Madame, if you would be so kind, come up here." He handed the rock and the feather to the woman. "I bet all of you that I can drop the feather and the rock so they hit the ground at the same time. The beautiful lady to my right is to assure you these aren't fake." Damien smiled. "Alright, feel free to drop 'em, madame!" She did so, stepping out of the way as the rock dropped like... well, like a rock, and the feather gently drifted down. Damien then picked up the feather and rock. "Thank you, sweetie. You can step down now." Damien created a vacuum right in front of him as the woman stepped down to cheers. Money had begun to accumulate in the case. Damien zipped up the case and said, "The betting is now closed." He dropped the rock and feather, and in the vacuum, they dropped at the same rate to hit the ground simultaneously. Damien grinned as he slung the case over his shoulder. "Thanks for the cash!" He yelled as he ran away. When he had gone a significant distance on his way there, he counted the cash. He sighed. "150 only? For so big a group? Man what a group of cynics." He shook his head as he made his way onto campus grounds. "Well, at least I have some money now. That's always something to be grateful for." He smiled and went on his way.

 

 

[Xero Scythe]

Yeah... Post got munched.

 

[maddawg IAJI]

Spoiler: Audition

Adam flexed his muscles one last time in front of the large mirror in his room. Awwww yeah, Adam thought to himself as he gazed at his reflection. A few more thoughts ran through his head, mainly about how he makes Taylor Lautner look like a fat ass or how he is much better looking than some stupid sparkly vampire. He walked back to his bags after his senses had been delighted enough and began to double check his bags. He had his clothes, his soccer gear, some hair gel (Well, some would be an understatement) and some of those things that have paper in them with words written on them, what are they called? School Books! Once sure that he had everything he would need, he grabbed his bags and carried them down to his car.

He closed the trunk of his BMW and waved bye to his mom who was enjoying her cigarette and martini on the porch, probably waiting for the pool-boy. Adam waved goodbye to her (And was ignored) and started the engine to his car. He took the standard precautions that his driver instructor constantly yammered on about. He put on his seat-belt, turned on his favorite station on the radio and adjusted the mirrors (Granted, the Mirrors were set so he could see himself when he was stopped at red lights.), put on some shades and pulled out of the driveway.

About an hour?s drive later, Adam pulled his car into the school parking lot. He took one last look at his reflection in the mirror before exiting the car. After grabbing his bags, He walked through the campus, going to the front desk to get his room key and visited his new dorm labeled 216. He put the bags down on the floor of the campus and immediately began to christen his new room by hanging one of his mirrors off the walls. He turned to the rest of his bags contents and then toward the mirror, while most people can?t multitask that well, Adam was an exception to the rule and quickly multiplied himself so he could unpack.

He flexed in the mirror some more, not letting the copies of him moving in the background, putting his clothes away and preparing his soccer gear for practice later today distract him from his sheer beauty. It?s the start to a brand new and beautiful year. He could tell just by looking at himself in the mirror.

Alright, here's my post, hope you guys like it.

 

[CloggedDonkey]

Okay, this just came to my attention:

Please do not put your character in a fight for your audition. The main focus of this RP is not fighting, and we do not need to know how good you are at fighting. On another note:

Remember this not a serious RP. Please do not make things too dark, and make sure your powers can be used for more than killing.

Thank you.