forum Nevermore Academy (Closed)

Started May 02, 2023 by @emilyevewrites group

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"For over 200 years we have welcomed outcasts of all kinds – werewolves, vampires, sirens, and gorgons. As principal it is my honor to announce that Nevermore is now accepting applications from everybody. I extend my personal invitation to each and everyone of you to apply to our very unique school.”

You’ve been an outcast your entire life and never quite knew what to do with yourself. That was before you discovered Nevermore Academy. At Nevermore, you hope to fit right in among the other rejects of society. Will you succeed, or will you become and oddity among oddities?

Based on the Netflix series Wednesday. You don't have to have seen the show, but it would help. If not, don't worry, you can still definitely join!! I will be using Larissa Weems, the principal of Nevermore, as my character, other teachers (like Marilyn Thornhill), and a student. It's loosely going to follow the plot of the actual show.

I’m already over my head in rps, so why not add on more 😅 Also, please ask to join, and if I don’t already rp with you, a writing sample would be lovely! 😊

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Year:
Species: (Werewolf, Vampire, Siren, Gorgon, Seer, Human)
Powers:
Appearance:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:

(Alright-)
(The mysterious she-cat responded, “I’m Crystal. I’m from the Twolegplace, and I’ve heard of MoonClan from a friend of mine. I want to join you!”
Halfstar turned around to see Redclaw, Violetfur, and Talltail nodding. As she looked back at the waiting kittypet, she realized that Crystal most likely refuse to take no for an answer. She begrudgingly mewed, “Yes, you may join us… we’ll give you your apprentice name at the next clan meeting. Talltail, are you ready for—“
Crystal cut off Halfstar with a hiss and yowled, “Apprentice? I’m not an apprentice! I’m a warrior.” She puffed out her chest, but she still looked comically smaller than Halfstar, who was clearly unamused. “Give me a proper name!”
How does she know that much about Clan rankings? Halfstar gave the kittypet an icy glare. “You will earn your warrior name when you are worthy.” She meowed sternly. “But for now, you are neither old enough nor skilled enough to be a warrior.” She padded back toward the camp, signaling the others to follow with a flick of her tail.)
(My writing is kind of rushed and I barely ever write this long- usually my responses are pretty short, I try to keep them at minimum like- 2-3 sentences? If that’s too short I understand tho)

(Do I have multiple rps + the chicken chat? Yes! Do I want more rps? Also yes! Would you mind if I joined this? I’ve seen snippets of the show and loosely know the plot, and will gladly provide a sample if needed.)

(Not at all, welcome! Yes, you can post it either here or in the Alfea lol)

(It seems I'm not the only one who has a million roleplays already going on, but this one seems pretty awesome and I would love to join if you'd have me :) I can post a writing sample in a few hours if you need one/if there's still room available in this rp for me to join)

(Yes! Welcome! And a writing sample would be lovely! :))

(Okay, thank you!! Would you like a writing sample?)

(Yes, please! Will you be joining then? ;))

(Writing Sample: "Oliver ran on top of the lower buildings, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Oliver never thought about change. He just knew life the way it was, and never thought that it could be any different. He didn't necessarily like how life was, but he never thought that it could change, or that he could be the one to help change it.
Reaching his destination, he jumped onto another building with a makeshift tent. The tent slowly swayed with the breeze. Oliver ducked unto the cloth that was covering the entrance and looked around his home. Oliver had been alone for about 16 years. He remembered the first night alone, without his sister next to him, and being cold. Really cold. Since then, Oliver had learned to fend for himself, thanks to no one. Oliver wasn't really upset about what happened. He just really missed his sister.
It was a lonely life. Sure, Oliver saw people. But they usually didn't like him, considering the fact that most of the people he met he stole from. And most people were terrible, anyway. Sometimes Oliver wished he had a companion. Maybe like an animal, because he was fairly sure that would be better than another person.
Oliver sighed and stepped out of the tent, and onto the edge of the roof and sat down, his feet dangling over the edge. He watched and observed everything, wishing more than ever that someone was doing it with him". I couldn't find a lot of examples that I was happy with, but this one I'm okay with lol and it's a decent length)

(Here's my writing sample:
Phoenix decided to stray off of the pier and go closer to the bay. It wasn't the smartest decision he ever made, given that the rocks of the shoreline were slippery, not to mention that a monster much worse than a siren lurked somewhere close by, but he chose to do it anyway.

Water splashed his legs teasingly as he walked up to the shore. His eyes scanned the murky sea for signs of danger, but the waves were silent.
Or at least, they were until he saw a pair of enchanting, sea-blue eyes staring at him from beneath the dark waters. Phoenix immediately tensed up, going for his dagger.

Leave, the siren hissed, its voice ethereal and mesmerizing. Phoenix's mind started to become cloudy, as it normally did when a siren spoke to him. Luckily, the trick to escaping the trance was to think of something you hated, or feared; the opposite of what a siren's voice tempted you with. The disemboweled body of the man flashed in his head and the fog trapping his mind immediately cleared.
"Why?" He asked it, his voice low and raspy from disuse. "You're the one who's been terrorizing this town." Another idiotic move on his part; engaging in conversation with the monster you were sent to hunt was never a good idea.
Not me, it replied, not unnerved by the fact he could resist its voice, much to Phoenix's surprise. Something else. Evil.
"Like what?" He questioned, intrigued despite his instincts screaming at him to run.
Evil, it repeated. Ancient and powerful. Not safe, even for sirens.
"Okay, but why tell me?" Phoenix demanded, getting slightly annoyed by how vague the creature was being. "Your kind hates people like me."
Yes, but we hate this one more, the siren hissed, revealing its alluring head above the water, narrowing its eyes at him. You're a monster hunter, are you not?
"I am," he responded, wondering if maybe the siren was affecting him after all. He was going to get himself killed if he kept talking to it.
Then kill this one! it ordered. Its presence makes me unable to hunt; I'm starving.
Phoenix was about to say something else but it vanished beneath the waves, effectively ending the conversation.
He frowned. Sirens normally didn't give out warnings. Maybe it was messing around with him, to catch him off guard so it could lure poor unsuspecting victims into its domain.
But then again, it didn't kill him…
Phoenix shook his head. The water was making his thoughts go all over the place. He made his way back to the pier, doing his best to forget what the siren told him.

It's from one of the longer roleplays I've done, but I hope my writing is sort of what you were looking for!)