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    Pacific Boarding School changes when the first non-vampire student arrives.


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    Please fill out form before rping. Thx :)


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    The post was edited 1 time, last by ✨ραи∂αz✨ ().


  • Name: Ailes noire


    Age: 17


    Species: siren shifter


    Dorm: Girls 114


    Personality: A very chill and laid back person, she always is willing to do most anything because she dosent mind really anything. With a very playful personality, she trusts none but keeps secrets for many. Caste dosent like most people, but she dosent let it show no matter how much she truly hates them. Very sarcastic and will rip your face off if you piss her off. As a stoner, she can often be seen with pot someway or another.


    Look: Height - 5'0 , Slender and really short.


    Body - With a body like a slim hourglass leaning towards more of a pear shape, she wages a full c cup on her chest, and full hips. her arms are slender and well porportioned with lean muscle showing when she wants it to. built like a barstool, she has long legs and numerous tattoos all over.


    Eyes - Her big almond shaped eyes take up mostly a stunning silver color that rings her pitch black pupils tilting more towards ovals at the top and bottom. Most of the time with a black line atop them and setting them in more detail, drawing the eyes to hers.


    Hair - Long stormy grey hair falling down to her full hips slightly wavy on the straighter side with the exception of a few fat curls.


    Nose - Medium on the smaller side, it stands straight and at the end neither flicking out to the top or lowering down.


    Mouth - Full but not overly so, her lips are shaped like a drawn bow and colored in a soft pink like diluted blood, or a deep crimson it all depends on where she is or how she feels.


    Lots a tattoos


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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    ~Oc~ oh. Okay. ^u^

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    ~Oc~ sure. Do you want me to start?

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    Backpack?
    Check.
    Notebook?
    Check.
    pencil?
    Dammit.
    Ailes noire sighed as she sat at her desk, flipping through her backpack hunting for a pencil. It was her first day and she really could not stand asking for a pen from someone she didnt know. The bell rang and tardy students filed into the room. Biting her lip, she gathered her courage and tapped the man in front of her on the back of his shoulder.
    "Hey man, sorry but can i borrow a pen from you?"







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    ~Oc~ Sorry about the inactivity, long posts really suck to do on the phone. It just took me a while to get to a computer.

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  • IC:
    I feel a tap on my shoulder followed by a femine voice. I turn to meet a slender girl with silver eyes and long hair. "Yeah, here take this one. I'm Theo by the way." I tell her as I hand her the pen in my hand and grab another one from my pocket.


    OOC:
    it's ok & srry if you don't like me writing in 1st person I can write in third if you want me too.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Thanks, im Ailes. " She smiled and took the pen from his grasp lightly. Clicking it once, she looked up to the teacher rushing through notes at the front of the classroom. Blowing a puff of vanilla despair from her mouth at the paper under her, she started scribbling the notes in her notebook with a small cursive font.




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    ~Oc~ either way is fine by me

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  • IC:
    Theo-
    I turn back and quickly catch up with the notes. I finish writing the notes as soon as the bell rings.
    OOC:
    Ok

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    It was hard, but she had managed to finish scribbling the notes by the ringing of the bell. Sighing, she put her stuff away into her backpack and tapped the boy on the shoulder.
    "Here's your pen back. Thanks." She smiled




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    ~Oc~

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  • IC:
    "You can keep it if you want. What class are you headed to?" I asked her as I held my backpack over one shoulder.
    OOC:

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Oh, um..." She grabbed her schedule from her pocket.
    "Culinary in room 12a" she smiled and put it back before she looked at him again.
    "What about you?"




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    ~Oc~

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  • IC:
    "I have calculus" I say knowing my schedule by heart. "I can show you to room 12a if you want" I said
    OOC:

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Sure. I have no idea how this school is laid out yet." She grinned nodding




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    ~Oc~

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  • IC:
    Theo-
    "yeah" I said as I lead her out to the hallway and started to walk to rm. 12a. "So what made you decide to come to a school full of vampires?" I asked trying to make small talk as we walked.
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    [font=timesnewroman]
    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
    ---


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    "Vampires?... Sh*t" she looked at him suprised.
    "I'm only here because of the education... I didn't expect vampires"




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    ~Oc~

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  • IC:
    "Well what do you expect form a school that has most of the classes at night and is located in the heart of a forest?" I asked her knowing that she wasn't anymore human than the rest of the students here.
    OOC: