@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder
(Lmao, chicken!? XD)
(Lmao, chicken!? XD)
(I am unsure as what to do.)
(Same here tbh)
(Just have your character be on the way to the academy or already at the Academy, waiting to how us around. Also, crocs, the 'stick to show you right from wrong' can be your wand.)
(When they meet each other for the first tome, they will get a sort of flashback but not know what to call it.)
((Dude, public transit is weird as fuck. Also, a'ight cool. Would she have it now, or find it somewhere at the academy?))
(True that, shes find it at the Academy, they would find all things in or around the academy. Each item would give them a bit of their memories back. The Acartzens would be on the lookout for these items as well.)
Max was driving himself to the Academy, glad he had a car of his own. He was listening to Neon Trees as he drove, somewhat excited. He was anxious to get a start on the year, annoy his cousins, and meet new people. He began to sing along, off-key, glad no one could hear him. His singing voice was pretty bad.
Rachel had arrived to the academy earlier than she would on a normal day. She had to make sure anything that may trigger… Things were well hidden. She found one or two more recognizable artifacts, but the rest were still unknown to her. The academy was too large for her to search in a morning, so now Rachel was leaning against the wall on her phone waiting for the new influx of students to enter. Safe was better than sorry in this situation.
(may I join)
Max parked his car in the student parking lot, getting his stuff out of the trunk. Before he went to walk to the school, he checked his reflection out in the window of his car, running a hand through his curly, platinum blond hair so it would be just the right amount of messy. He was a bit on edge today, but nonetheless hummed as he made his way up to the school. He noticed his cousin Rachel on her phone and smirked. “Hey, Rach,” he called.
(I've never seen you Rp, give me an example of your writing style?)
Archer was sitting in his office chair and called his sister "have you arrived at the Academy? I need you and Max to help me look through the students list this year to see if any from the realm are here." He said to her in a cool tone as he tapped his finger on the wooden table.
(Fantacy, Dark-ish, Depressing sometimes,ect)
Rachel sighed and hung up on Archer without a response. She put the phone in her pocket and turned on her heel walking towards the office, "Come'on Max. Archers wants us to run through the school list. Best not keep him waiting."
(so am I good to make a character)
“Okay,” Max agreed, trying not to roll his eyes. Despite his slight annoyance, he was also quite excited at the prospect of what was to come. Not only that, but he wanted to stay in his cousins’ good graces, as they were both higher ranked than him. He walked behind Rachel, walking fast but not so fast as to pass her. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.
((Stark means as in a paragraph or clip from something you've written.))
(Oh like what type of thing)
(Anything, I just need a short paragraph of writing from you that tells me if you are suited for this specific Rp or nah)
Archer stood up and looked outside his office windows, awaiting the arrival of his two relatives. He turned back to the black rune book that their father donated and sighed, this would take a while and he was not looking forward to this one bit.
Rachel knocked on the open door as she leaned against it. She crossed her arms and looked over at her older brother, "We're here Archy. Let's get this over with."
(This is a paragraph from one of my books
Most kids my age have a normal childhood with loving parents, a normal appearance, and a perfect little family. My family was nothing like that. First off, I’m part demon. I have horns, my right eye is black and red all the time, and the other changes to the same colors when I’m angry. I have a scar that goes through my right eye, but I’ll talk about that later.)
Max trailed after her, and gave his cousin a semi-sarcastic little wave. “Should be fun,” he added sarcastically, though quietly. Secretly, though, this did intrigue him just a bit.
"Ok Raquel." He said, purposely warping her name. He gave them each a small stack of papers, 20 sheets each with 80 names on each. "Let's get started. You know how father is when he doesnt get results quick." He said, rolling his eyes
(Could I make a character or something)
Max flipped through the papers for a moment before getting started. They had their work cut out before them. “Hope you don’t mind me asking, ‘cuz, but how are we supposed to know that it’s a…you know?” he asked Archer, raising an eyebrow.
(Hold up)
"Well, father told me to open that book to the page with an open of death and draw the first symbol on the table. I did so and he said it should immediately get us of the names of the witches." Archer explain, rolling his eyes at the mention of his father once again.
Rachel side and sat down against one of the book cases looking for any glowy names, “It isn’t that hard Max. Unless Ark messed up the rune. Or didn’t bother to do it for our stacks.”
“Oh, okay then,” Max said with a sigh as he looked back at the papers. He wasn’t expecting to actually have to do work, but that was life, he supposed. Always trying to please his superiors. He began to scan the paper, every name looking more or less ordinary to him.
(Could I make a character or something)
(Actually no, your example is similar to a Mary-sue writer. Maybe next time)
(Ok then)
“Hey Arch, how do we know if a name is the right name?” Max asked, holding the paper away from him as one of the names began to start glowing. He glanced at his cousin nervously.
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