"Oh, so you're not my aide? That's a shame." He wondered when his aide would be showing up, though seeing as it was the weekend... Eh, he could shirk work for the time being. "Lucas, then? Uh... Directions..." The teacher was lost in thought. He tapped at his pale chin, mumbling to himself in confusion. Where would he be going, anyways? Orientation was over, wasn't it? Maybe he was looking for somewhere else to go. "Well, Mr. Lucas, I very well can't tell you the way if I don't know where you're going!" Maybe the nymphling didn't even know, himself. Harold folded his arms and tilted his head to the side, pouting slightly. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how lonely it gets here on the weekends! I'll be alone forever if you go!" he was already back to grinning by the time he spoke. "Buut... I guess I could help. Where are you going, again?"
He blinked again, even more confused now. "H-how did you know I was going to ask for directions?" Suddenly a lynx careened around the corner and zipped between Lucas's legs, making him yelp and dance backwards. "Is that...your pet?" He asked, watching as the cat halted by the professor's feet and promptly fell over, panting.
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"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
"Oh, did you say something?" The teacher hummed to himself, smiling at the confused nymphling at his door. "Directions, or not? I may have a century, but you don't!" Completely avoiding the question, he watched as the lynx darted through the door, exclaiming happily as it made its arrival. "Oh, you must be my aide! Unless somebody's been letting lynxes run freely on the school grounds again. Free the lynx!" he chuckled, kneeling beside the exhausted animal. Looking back up at the nymphling, he went silent for a moment, still smiling when he eventually answered. "Oh, yes. For this year, at least." He gave the cat a brisk pat on the head before standing back up. "I didn't know he was a lynx, actually. Maybe I will start off on Mammalia, after all!"
(Bout time for lil ol' me to join @Skyleap) Full Name: Amber Heart Age:
16 Date of Birth:
June 21 2002 Gender:
Female Malign Race:
Fire Faeling, Phoenix Silverblood hybrid Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual Appearance:
Amber is of average height (5 foot 4 inches), and has violet-grey colored eyes, habanero colored hair, and dark red wings sprouting out of her back. She tries to keep a respectable appearance at all times, but there are some days where she won't care and might just wear sweatpants or something. Personality:
Short tempered, and easily angered by small things. Tends to make fun of others shortcomings and always strives to be better than everyone else and can't stand for someone to do something better than her. Personal Interests and Hobbies:
Flying, studying, getting good grades, writing, drawing, and sleeping Anything Else That You Feel We Should Know:
She's allergic to fish, she can shape-shift into a phoenix and can fly with her wings in her normal form, she has a small pet phoenix named Hati, she has a nervous habit of running her hands through her hair or feathers, she has a slight British accent, and she's very ticklish.She also has thalassophobia (irrational fear of the sea/sea travel)
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"Oh, did you say something?" The teacher hummed to himself, smiling at the confused nymphling at his door. "Directions, or not? I may have a century, but you don't!" Completely avoiding the question, he watched as the lynx darted through the door, exclaiming happily as it made its arrival. "Oh, you must be my aide! Unless somebody's been letting lynxes run freely on the school grounds again. Free the lynx!" he chuckled, kneeling beside the exhausted animal. Looking back up at the nymphling, he went silent for a moment, still smiling when he eventually answered. "Oh, yes. For this year, at least." He gave the cat a brisk pat on the head before standing back up. "I didn't know he was a lynx, actually. Maybe I will start off on Mammalia, after all!"
"um, I would like directions to the dorms?" He looked at his schedule again, glad that he didn't have this confusing teacher for a class. The second he had the thought, though, he felt guilty for it. He just wanted to get to his room, unpack, and go to sleep for the next month.
( @Darkclaws amber may wanna stay away from Lani's room. She's got like 80-somethin fish in this huge tank)
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I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
"Oh, the dorms? Want some sleep, hm?" He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh, I wish I could sleep. Upstairs, through the first corridor to your left and then you'll have to find your own room." He spoke as if he were in a rush, though knew that the nymphling would have the whole weekend to unpack, anyways. "I'd avoid opening untrustworthy doors, young man! One time I got lost in an abyss, though maybe that was a magicklyn that..." his sentence slowly descended into unintelligible mumbles as it went on. "...Anyways. Sleep while you still can! Being awake is a nightmare!" he waved at the student, preparing to close the door.
"Oh, the dorms? Want some sleep, hm?" He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh, I wish I could sleep. Upstairs, through the first corridor to your left and then you'll have to find your own room." He spoke as if he were in a rush, though knew that the nymphling would have the whole weekend to unpack, anyways. "I'd avoid opening untrustworthy doors, young man! One time I got lost in an abyss, though maybe that was a magicklyn that..." his sentence slowly descended into unintelligible mumbles as it went on. "...Anyways. Sleep while you still can! Being awake is a nightmare!" he waved at the student, preparing to close the door.
"R...right..." As the door closed, he sighed. Oh, how he missed the forest!
Ron got to his paws, his breath starting to return. Sprinting from end to end of the school was definitely not recommended. But at least it was faster as a cat than with his two human legs. He changed form, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his head down as he wheezed. He thrust up his hand. "Imron..." He gasped. "Assistant...sorrylate..."
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Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
Seeing the lynx turn back into a more human form, his question was answered. This must be his assistant! "Oh, 'Imron'? I was expecting someone with a shorter name!" He laughed to himself, leaning back on one of the desks as he looked down at the teacher aide. "Well, Ron. You didn't have to rush on over so quickly! Unless you have the lifespan of a lynx. Well..." he tutted to himself, counting quietly. "..Oh, dear. You would've died at 7. Wouldn't that be a shame?" His reaction to the claim was minimal, though he didn't seem to realise it, himself. "Actually, lynxes in captivity can go to 20... Are you 20?" His tone was of innocent curiosity, even if he'd brought the mention of death to the table.
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"Nice to meet you!" Natasha said happily, looking at the cat and smiling, before looking back up at Soralyn. She looked away awkwardly when she was asked what her maligns were, taking a deep breath in to steady herself. "I'm a hybrid, Nightling and Magiklyn" she said, bracing for a weird look or a forced smile, though the one on her own face stayed genuine. "I...I'm a Spirit Faeling" Sawyer said quietly, nodding.
"Cool! So what classes do you guys have? Besides your program classes, anyway. Mine are art and fencing." Soralyn enthused. She was particularly excited about fencing.
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I care that his light has gone out, and in the end he will always matter. RIP Chester Bennington
Full Name: ghost gord gordon(her dad thought that it was funny)
Age: 16
Date of Birth: july 4th 2002
Gender: female
Malign Race (please also include sub-type[s] if you are a Faeling, Nymphling, Silverblood, or Hybrid) :hybrid of sliverblood cheeath and fire faeling
Sexual Orientation: bi
Appearance: https://78.media.tumblr.com/3c3de048...uw1lo1_500.png
Personality (as you believe it to be):
Personal Interests and Hobbies: trying to eat fish, playing drums, anything with seafood or water. Playing video games. Being outside. Running. Collecting japnesse swords and ninja weapons.
Anything Else That You Feel We Should Know: has pet mouse named jerry(brown mouse) who is smarter than her. Her collecting weapons stay inside a glass box inside a moveable safe.
"darkness can not drive out darkness, only light can do that. hate can not drive out hate, only love can do that" MLK Jr.
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Dark, darky, Alicewolfheart