Sweeney Todd?!?!

Mad excited. I can't believe I didn't think of that.

Oh my goodness! Can't wait for him and Jack Sparrow to meet from their "strange resemblance". XD

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Hahaha. That'll be hilarious

Name: Doctor Owen Harper
Age: 28
Grade/Teacher: Organic Chemistry/Anatomy
Description: Wirey little guy
Personality: Is a genius and knows he is one


If I think of more, I'll certainly post them

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I was cured all right.

(Two characters if there's still room, please?
I've been pretty busy, but thats due to clear up soon.)

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Avatar by Mr. Saturn, from the Playground forums.

Born in a hobbits body,
Grew up with a dwarven mind,
Lived in a world of humans,
With a elfs knowledge.

You can add Mort Rainey to that list, because I've been dying to play him.

Name :: Morton Rainey
Age :: 35
Grade/Teacher (if they're a teacher, what class do they teach?) :: Teacher, Literature/English.
Description :: http://www.sinepil.org/imaj/queennothing/window11.jpg
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2050/224 ... 25.jpg?v=0
Personality :: Unorganized, self-confident, psychotic at times.
Other :: Obsessed with corn.

I will post my OC biography later... just wanted to get Mort claimed as it were.

Yay! More Johnny Depp charries!

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This is gonna be full of good looking fellas! Lol

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Bah, I'll just go ahead and put in Tur

Name: Turwaithion
Age: 21, 805 (-ish)
Teacher: World History
Description: See avatar
Personality: Turwaithion is a rather grave Elf, who is rarely amused and distrustworthy of strangers. He is rather jovial amongst companions, however.

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Son of Bellatrix

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

I meant to post earlier, but I've been a bit under the weather. Anyways, at all the Johnny Depps that will be running around!

Name: Jessica Collins
Age: 16
Grade/Teacher: Student, Junior
Description: Short, light freckled skin, dark blue eyes, blonde hair with black tips.
Personality: A bit shy and slightly paranoid, but not unfriendly--she actually likes people very much when they're not trying to take over the world using scented soap or the like. She thinks more than speaks, and her thoughts tend to be on the bizarre side.

Name: Esteleth Tindu
Age: 205-ish
Grade/Teacher: Teacher, Art
Description: Elf. Light skin, long dark hair, grey eyes.
Personality: Friendly, slightly immature at times (she has a tendency to act like a student rather than a teacher), artistic, but a bit scatterbrained

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

I am leaving room for more of my characters.. I usually like to add one or two as the RP moves along and I see an opportune fit.

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Yep, I went indecisive again. But I've decided now! There shall be two characters.

Here's my bios (finally...):

Name: Marianna Everett
Age: 16
Grade/Teacher (if they're a teacher, what class do they teach?): 11th (Junior)
Description: Shoulder-length blackish-brown hair with a slight wave in it, dark brown eyes. Around 5'3" in height.
Personality: To be revealed in RP

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Name: Indilwen
Age: Somewhere around 2,000
Grade/Teacher (if they're a teacher, what class do they teach?): Teacher, Geography
Description: Very long, dark brown hair; eyes the color of the sea; tall.
Personality: Quiet and serious; her hidden quirks will be revealed throughout the RP.

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Nerissa, can Marianna and Jessica be roommates?

Okay, one more charrie for me, and then I think we can start RPing...of course, if someone still wants to jump in after we start, that's fine.

Name: Qui-Gon Jinn
Age: In his 40's
Grade/Teacher: Cafeteria Worker {Be nice to him, he's in charge of the food.}
Description: http://i43.tinypic.com/33erdqt.jpg
Personality: Patient, kind, wise, a bit rebellios

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So far, it was a good day. No one had had any concussions, leg injuries, or mental breakdowns. And then Jessica woke up.

It was a Monday, and Mondays were usually good days. They were a fresh start. And this was her first full day at Collingwood; she wanted to make a good impression. Jessica ran out of bed and bolted to her closet. What to wear? Aha! There, in the back corner of her closet, was a crimson medieval-style dress that she never wore (mostly because this was the 21st century, instead of the 15th.) Anyways, she thought, it would look lovely with the silvery cloak that she never wore. She got dressed, but then started thinking. The dress was long. It hung past her ankles. She could trip. There were stairs in Collingwood. She could trip on the stairs.

That wouldn't be pretty.

So, after a half hour of frustration later, Jessica walked out of her dorm in jeans, a t-shirt... and her cloak (nevermind that cloaks weren't exactly in style). She took a deep breath, glanced at her map, and was ready to start the day.

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When Esteleth's eyes came into focuse, she found that she was staring at a pretty bunch of bright colors. She blinked, and as she woke up she gradually realized that she was staring at a painting. She raised her head up from the desk she had fallen asleep on and looked around. Esteleth was in the art room, and early morning sunshine filtered through the windows. Apparently, she had dozed off while grading a stack of paintings.

"Hmm," she muttered. She glanced down at the painting on top--was that a dog or a cow?--and decided that she would grade the rest of them later. Right now, she wanted to go to the teacher's lounge and...lounge. Maybe she would get some tea or something. Perhaps she would try a taste of that coffee stuff that mortals were so fond of. Perhaps she wouldn't. It smelled yucky.

Esteleth got up and left the art room, completely oblivious to the yellow glob of paint that had dried in her hair overnight.

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In the kitchen, Qui-Gon whistled happily as he flipped a pancake.

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Kelly Maven Oliver - Ms. Oliver to her students, Coach to her athletes, Kelly to old friends, Maven to new - had not slept a wink last night. This was partly due to the fact that she was behind on her schedule, and was forced to look over the athletic department's finance issues after a certain Jack Sparrow had 'forgotten' about them and past them off to his subordinate in lieu of something more entertaining.

Her walk this morning from the athletic office took her immediately to her biology class room, and she sighed in relief. The stark white lighting against the black lab tables and brown desks were a shock to her tired system, but a welcome one. She had to stay awake. Classes started today and she had to start them off properly. Who was she teaching first?

She blinked as she scrambled to remove a crumpled sheet of paper from her pocket. Study hall? You had to be joking. Gandalf was playing a cruel joke on her. He knew that she hated mornings, so a bunch of kids cooped up in here for over an hour was not going to go well for her.

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The Doctor had slept comfortably all night in the TARDIS. When his alarm went off that morning, sounding a shrill beep throughout the ship he woke up without much fuss - well, the usual amount of fuss that people have when presented with a loud machine sounding in your ear.

He dressed in his usual pin striped suit, favorite pair of purple converse and his long trench coat. His papers were scattered about the main console room, and he picked them up from their various resting places set on fixing them later.

"Yeahh," he said with a nod, stuffing the paper in a vanilla colored folder, "I'll fix them up later."

Right now though, he was in the mood for some coffee. Now, it wasn't often that he wanted coffee rather than tea. Which meant he had to see the most reliable coffee source in his building - Maven, the notorious American coffee addict. First thing was first, he wanted his smiley mug.

The skinny man hurried about the main room, then walked into his own bedroom, and finally found it next to his laptop - woops, he'd almost forgotten that.

Packing the laptop and holding the mug, he was off to his first day of school - well, not literally of course. First day of teaching classes at that school would be a better description, but it lost the excitement then.

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Gandalf was happily sitting in his study, leaning back in his chair. In his mouth was a pipe and he was entertaining himself with smoke rings - different colored rings, of course.

It was a lovely day to begin school. There were no clouds crowding the sky. All the trees were beginning to bloom - he'd have to remember to thank the grounds keeper. The tall man stood and straighten his light gray lapels which were not wrinkled at all before hand, it was a habit now.

He supposed it would be a wise idea to go and take a turn about the school he looked over. Meet a few of the students, talk to the teachers. The wizard returned to his seat and glanced at the clock. There would hardly be anyone about now. He could go a bit later when they had settled in a bit. After all, it would not do to scare them their first day here.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

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I'll pull out Enno's nickname: Call me Professor Waith! ))

Turwaithion was humming 'Men of Harlech' to himself as he poured a cup of coffee. The Teacher's Lounge was deserted this early, but it was no suprise. 'Men of Harlech, lie ye dreaming/See ye not their falchions gleaming/While their pennons gaily streaming/Flutter in the breeze.' Waith, as he was knon to his students and co-workers, broke out into quiet song, pasuing to take a sip of his coffee. He'd go for the Anglo-Zulu Wars today, and then show the movie later in the week. Waith supposed that was where the song had gotten in his head.

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(Caunion, Owen's room should be next to Kelly's. They'd drive each other up the wall. It'd be funny)

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me