Maybrook Prep

UNIFORM:
Boys: Dress Shoes, Khaki Pants, Polo Shirt, Button Sweater
Girls: Dress Shoes, Stockings, Skirt or Pants, Top, Optional Button Sweater

Character Profile:
Name:
Age: 9th grades are 13/14, 10th are 14/15, 11th are 15/16, 12th are 16/17.
Year: 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th
Appearance: Either short adjectives, a long description, or a picture.
Personality: Short adjectives, or a long description
Secret: Anything you can think of

Name: Davon McDonald
Age: 16
Year: 11th
Appearance: Davon stands at exactly 6'0 tall, a perfectly average height for a boy fully hitting puberty and in his family. He is dark skinned, but not all too dark: a perfect mix of dark and light that forms to a nice caramel colored skin. His hair is arranged in a low dark Caesar haircut, with 360 degree waves around his head. His chest and arms are muscularly toned from his years of playing sports, and his average eyebrows and deep, chocolate brown eyes make up his face.
Personality: Jock. Jerk. Bully. Player. Irritating.
Secret: Davon has cheated on every exam since the 8th grade, otherwise he would probably still be in the 8th grade.

Name: Mio Chang
Age: 15
Year: 10th
Appearance: Short. Dark Black Hair. Asian. Dark Brown Eyes.
Personality: Smart. Clever. Quiet. Gamer.
Secret: Mio cuts himself.

Name: Arlo Heart
Age: 15
Year: 11th
Appearance: Medium height, curvy- still pretty thin, green/hazel eyes, slightly tanned, super long golden brown hair
Personality: Quiet, slightly flirty, a bit random
Secret: She was molested when she was 11 to 14 and then her dad vanished, she doesn't know what happened.

Ooh, I'm so joining! xD Gimme a second to decide who I want to use!

Anyone gonna post?

I guess I'mma start.

Davon: I calmly look ahead of myself, seeing a girl a couple of seats ahead of me. I grin and rip a piece of paper from my notebook, crumbling it up into a paperball and throwing it at Arlo's head. "Heads up!" he called out with a snicker.

Arlo: I ducked intime and then swiveled around, glaring at Davon. "What is your issue?" I asked, fuming and blushing slightly. Boys were so annoying.

Davon: I looked at the girl, slanting my eyes as if she was crazy. "My issue? My issue is that the lunch lady doesn't cover my bagel with jelly in the morning." I laughed at my hilarious joke, a couple of football guys around me doing so as well.

Name: Iliana Jovey
Age: 17
Year: 12
Appearance: Soft blonde waves and bright blue eyes that have a laughing quality to them. Her nose is small and freckled, lacking the ski slope desired by most girls. She has some muscle from playing soccer, but not so much that it makes her appear unfeminine. Straight teeth and not too full lips that give her a very charming smile
Personality: Stubborn, and hates to be wrong. More of a tom boy, with mostly guys for friends.
Secret: Her parents work for the FBI, but a cattier secret is that she's at the school on scholarship.

SoccerStarx wrote:Davon: I looked at the girl, slanting my eyes as if she was crazy. "My issue? My issue is that the lunch lady doesn't cover my bagel with jelly in the morning." I laughed at my hilarious joke, a couple of football guys around me doing so as well.

Iliana: I muffled laughter, having a similar sense of humor to guys after having them as friends for so long. I felt bad for the girl, though - she probably was completely clueless as to what was going on. I returned to focusing on my worksheet. Excellent grades were essential to keeping my scholarship.

Davon: I stared at the my worksheet, unable to fluster out what was on the paper. What class are we even in? I nudged one of my friends, who had a blank page as well. Craning my neck, I saw a blonde girl furiously scribbling at her page. Craning my neck, I caught what she was doing. "Score..." I mumbled as I sloppily tried to copy it.

SoccerStarx wrote:Davon: I stared at the my worksheet, unable to fluster out what was on the paper. What class are we even in? I nudged one of my friends, who had a blank page as well. Craning my neck, I saw a blonde girl furiously scribbling at her page. Craning my neck, I caught what she was doing. "Score..." I mumbled as I sloppily tried to copy it.

Iliana:"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I told the boy without looking up. When I did, with a smirk on my face, I realized I recognized him. Well, I should, after having him in my class all this year. His name was something with a "D"...Damion? Derek? Drake? Davon? Yeah, that was it. He had quite the reputation among girls. I always heard the girls in the locker rooms gushing about how gorgeous he was, and how they "just knew" he was going to ask them out. I often had to suppress an eye roll at those times.

(I added more to my description of Iliana, since I saw yours was much more detailed.)

Davon: I was surprised by how quickly the girl acted... how did she know? "But... what, how?" I finally managed to ask, but I still stood up in my seat to catch a glimpse of her paper and scribble down yet another answer, not going into as much detail as she did but of course answering the question. This method managed to get me to not to fail my classes, those that I actually showed up to. I let out a toothy smile and then kicked my leg up on the small rack under the other'kid's chair.

(Awesome )

SoccerStarx wrote:Davon: I was surprised by how quickly the girl acted... how did she know? "But... what, how?" I finally managed to ask, but I still stood up in my seat to catch a glimpse of her paper and scribble down yet another answer, not going into as much detail as she did but of course answering the question. This method managed to get me to not to fail my classes, those that I actually showed up to. I let out a toothy smile and then kicked my leg up on the small rack under the other'kid's chair.

(Awesome )

Iliana:"When you're one of the kids whose known for getting good grades you learn the signs." I finish off my last answer. The worksheet had been a breeze for me, but I guess not for this guy. I wondered if he ever did his own work? Obviously he was going to copy off of me no matter what, so I might as well give him permission. Holding out the paper to him I say "Just take it, but don't get caught, okay?"
Yeah, letting other kids cheat off of you is probably out of character for most straight A students but I'm not prissy like most "nerds". Hopefully I'm not even considered a nerd. I spend all my time outdoors and hate this stupid uniform. If I could, I would wear sweats and T-shirts everyday. The downside of going to an award-winning school, I suppose.

Davon: I stared at the girl in disbelief... was she actually giving the work to me? Most people would yell and say 'piss off' or something of the likes and if it was a guy, I'd probably punch them in the face. Flustered, I took the paper and quickly scribbled down the words on the worksheet, slightly understanding the base of it. "That's cool, I guess. And same... it's especially easier for changing into my football stuff. And yeah, it's award-winning but I'm only here on a football scholarship..." I handed the worksheet back to her, not afraid to say that I didn't have the money to pay full tuition here. I got a great education and played state-wide football.

SoccerStarx wrote:Davon: I stared at the girl in disbelief... was she actually giving the work to me? Most people would yell and say 'piss off' or something of the likes and if it was a guy, I'd probably punch them in the face. Flustered, I took the paper and quickly scribbled down the words on the worksheet, slightly understanding the base of it. "That's cool, I guess. And same... it's especially easier for changing into my football stuff. And yeah, it's award-winning but I'm only here on a football scholarship..." I handed the worksheet back to her, not afraid to say that I didn't have the money to pay full tuition here. I got a great education and played state-wide football.

(Those were mostly Iliana's thoughts. The only parts Davon should have heard were the bit about learning the signs, and when she tells him not to get caught. Everything else he shouldn't be respondind to.)

this seems very fun....

Name: Jude Sims (my favoritest name EVER is Jude lol)
Age: 18
Year: 12th
Appearance: stereotypically, Jude is a hottie with a rockin body. he's got short brown hair that spikes itself, no Axe styling gel needed, toned from years of soccer and track, tan, always smiling. Jude has a certain 'face' that he puts on that is adorable, he can usually get whatever he wants by pulling that face. But he never uses it to take advantage of people. But he knows he's got it... XD
Personality: Super nice to everyone, liked (or at least, not picked on) by jocks, friends with all the girls, even the younger ones, but doesn't have a bad rep with them whatsoever, respectful, smart, but not very open... hm... All the girls like jude, not always in THAT way, but he never really looks for a serious relationship, just a good bond. He wants to be the guy you can talk to 4 whatever reason. And he's not gay. Just a new generation of 'guy'. He can be pretty flirtatious at times, but he never means to lead girls on. Some nicknames from his girl friends are 'hon' and 'funny'
Secret: Jude HAD a little sister, but she was killed in a driveby shooting when he and his family lived in Chicago. He's slightly... er... 'insane' at times, but tries to keep it together because he believes she's with God in Heaven.

Jude: I sit in Biology, bored out of my mind. I see Davon launch a wad of paper at... Arlo, I think is her name, and watch a mini cat fight bounce between them. When it's over, I whisper to Arlo, who sits directly behind me.
"Arlo!" I hiss. "Arlo!"

(Yes, it is fun! The person playing Arlo isn't on, do you want me to bring in a character for you to talk to for now?)

I'll just talk to yours

Jude: I watch as Iliana gives Davon the answers and I roll my eyes. Iliana would do that. "Not afraid to get caught, huh?" I ask her, laughing.

MusicIsMe7250 wrote:I'll just talk to yours

Jude: I watch as Iliana gives Davon the answers and I roll my eyes. Iliana would do that. "Not afraid to get caught, huh?" I ask her, laughing.

Iliana: I shrug "Either way he's going to copy me; so I might as well just give them willingly. Or else I'll just end up looking like a pushover." Which is true, since most girls at our school would do anything for a hot guy or attention. It truly disgusted me how the girls threw themselves at guys. Flirting and flashing and occasionally something more. They needed to gain a little more respect for themselves, or no one would. "I hope you weren't planning on copying my answers too, Jude, because you really should know better."

Jude: I smile. "good thing I do. I'm smart. I do my own work." to prove it, I held up my completed worksheet.

Aw man... i missed a perfect opportunity

can i join?

Name: Amber Light (every one calls her Ember though)
Age: 16
Year: 11th
Appearance: Long amber hair with eggplant purple highlights, short, thin and small framed, dark blue - practically purple- eyes, always wearing a benie hat, no matter what teachers say.
Personality: quiet, shy, stays in the back of the class room. But can be sarcastic and snide. Plays the guitar and always has it with her (even in classes)
Secret: her father is a rockstar, but no one knows that. He was also abusive so she ran away coming to the school. She could be considered a thief, but doesnt steal unless she has to. can hack almost any computer system imaganable withing hours, if not minutes.

Jude: I grew bored. That old def teacher wouldn't notice if I started talking would he? Either way, I turned around in my seat and searched for someone to chat with. I found Ember, sitting quietly in her seat, guitar case by her side, benie on her head. She was a good person.
"Ember!" I hissed, smiling.

[Assueu if you didn't read Judes desc. He's friends with all the girls even the younger ones ]