darkSpyro

IMPORTANT NOTE: This topic is a continuation of the original, only time-skipped about a week into the school year (that first day was loooooog). Newcomers are welcome! Also, I am not the original GM/creator; that honor goes to Wylrin. She hasn't showed up after leaving without notice, so I took it upon myself to continue it. Wylrin will regain control of the RP when she returns. Until then, since they are plot-relevant, I will be controlling her characters and keep them as IC as possible, but only when necessary because I don't think it would be right to make a character do things that the original creator may not, whether intentionally or no. I don't consider myself "in control" of the RP-- it currently has a user-ran plot. I'm only going to regulate rules (which I expect to not be a problem in the first place) and offer RP input.



Rules:

• There is a three character limit. (not necessarily counting reoccurring characters)
  
• Try to diversify your characters. If you have one human character, make an alien. Or if you have more than one alien, make them in opposing factions.
  
• Characters can die in this roleplay, but you must ask the owner’s permission first.
  
• The extraterrestrial beings in this roleplay are not meant to be more powerful than humans. This is more of a sci-fi roleplay, not a fantasy one. Your alien characters can have slight racial advantages, such as being slightly stronger than an average human, but they shouldn’t have ‘powers’ such as telekinesis. The only significant advantage the aliens in this roleplay will have is their technological capabilities.
  

School Schedule:

*Subjects (Language Arts, Reading, Math, Science, History) vary between each students' individual schedules.

8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – Subject 1
9:00-9:45 – Subject 2
9:45-10:30 – Subject 3
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art (Gym: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Art: Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – Subject 4
12:30-1:15 – Subject 5
1:15-2:00 – Elective Class
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal


Character Sheets (please remove what's in the parenthesis when you post):

HUMAN:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Grade: (If student, just put what grade they are in. If teacher, put what grade they teach and what subject.)
Personality:
Appearance:
Other:

ALIEN:

Real Name: (Alien name)
Alias: (What human name do they go by?)
Age: (How old do they appear in human years?)
Gender:
Occupation: (Student or teacher?)
Grade: (If student, just put what grade they are in. If teacher, put what grade they teach and what subject.)
Faction: (The Brotherhood of Worlds or the Galactic Order?)
Personality:
Opinion on Humans: (What do they think of humans?)
True Appearance: (What do they naturally look like?)
Human Appearance: (What do they look like in disguise?)
Other:


IMPORTANT NOTE: This topic is a continuation of the original, only time-skipped about a week into the school year (that first day was loooooog). Newcomers are welcome! Also, I am not the original GM/creator; that honor goes to Wylrin. She hasn't showed up after leaving without notice, so I took it upon myself to continue it. Wylrin will regain control of the RP when she returns. Until then, since they are plot-relevant, I will be controlling her characters and keep them as IC as possible, but only when necessary because I don't think it would be right to make a character do things that the original creator may not, whether intentionally or no. I don't consider myself "in control" of the RP-- it currently has a user-ran plot. I'm only going to regulate rules (which I expect to not be a problem in the first place) and offer RP input. Yes, I wrote the note twice so people would notice.

Character List:

*Listing Format
Username: Human name (Alien name, if alien) – page number the character sheet is found
Main characters are italicized.
**Character in minimal use until arrival of original creator.


TEACHERS/STAFF:

Lunarz: Mr. Burt Normandy – page 1
Lunarz: Mr. Jake Spearener - page 1
**Wylrin: Mr. White (Elim Melvyn) – page 1
Lunarz: Gordon Norris - page 1
Waaksian: Miss Bridgett K. Espinoza – page 1


STUDENTS:

assassinelf: Allison Moor (Project 3) – page 1
Lunarz: Shane Blair (Zurgon) – page 1
Cynder09: Diane Garrison (Syndral) – page 1
derpyhooves: Baxter Wilcox (Experiment 7) - page 1
**Wylrin: Rachel Emerson – page 1
Rickorio: Nathan (Seytrius) – page 1
Waaksian: Mordecai "Mort" Stuart (Morph Mitosim) – page 1
Cynderluv8801: Raylem Gekelio - page 1


OTHER:

Ooc: Must I make a sheet for Allison?

Quote: assassinelf

Ooc: Must I make a sheet for Allison?

There will be new people joining so you'll need your sheet

You could just copy and paste it, no need to recreate it.

Also, could you all repost the schedules of your characters too? That would help.

Ooc: I can't copy and paste, sadly. Xbox 360. It has sucky internet. I'll edit this sheet once I check the other sheet because I can't quite remember her age.

Real Name: Project 3
Alias: Allison Morr
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Grade: 12
Faction: Brotherhood of Worlds
Personality: Because she's a synthetic life form, she lacks the emotion of happiness, unless it is caused by a seperate emotion. Other than that, she has the "popular" mind set.
Opinion on Humans: P3 views humans as being in need of protection. Although, statistically, she's about the same as a human spy, she regards herself as superior and, if she can help it, would never allow a human to be in a dangerous situation.
True Appearance: Essentially looks like a human with no face or hair. She has blue skin, with orange swirls on her arms.
Human Appearance: A blonde girl of a medium build. She is well muscled everywhere but her legs, which are thin.
Other: speaks with an Italian accent.

Classes:
1st Class: Math
2nd: Science
3rd: Reading
4th: History
5th: Language Arts
Elective: Drama

((I will get my original sheet in just a little while))

Real Name: Zurgon
Alias: Shane Blair
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Grade: 12
Faction: The Brotherhood of Worlds
Personality: Zurgon is an outgoing and carefree alien, he would much rather be on earth than his planet as his people are far too advanced for his tastes, Zurgon has a great appreciation for the humans, as they have to work for what they want. He is very optimistic and speaks his mind, though he can be quite clumsy and ignorant of very obvious human traditions and ways. He cares deeply for anyone he considers his friend and would defend them with his life, he is always trying to get a laugh from anyone he can find.
Opinion on Humans: Zurgon is fascinated by humans, he much prefers them to his species, he enjoys how simplistic their ways of life are, opposed to the hustle and bustle of his alien species.
True Appearance: Zurgon is a greenish-blue alien, with lizard like features such as a long forked tongue, scales, and a long, thin tail which has purple spikes running down it ending in a diamond shape, he has long claws and glowing black eyes that have small hints of red and yellow in the middle. His head is triangular at the top and circular near the bottom, he has medium sized legs that look like that of a cheetah standing on it's hind legs and a skinny body, he has large fangs and four bright white claws on each hand, his arms are usually held up (Hard to explain, just look up Roger from American Dad and look at his arms, you'll see what I mean).
Human Appearance: In his human appearance Zurgon is what Earthlings would consider 'attractive' in the sense that his facial features are pleasing in an odd sense, he is 5'9, he wears a rust colored leather jacket over a white muscle shirt, he has spiky blonde hair and blue eyes. He wears blue jeans and has black leather shoes with white bottoms.

8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – Subject 1 (English - Mr. Normandy)
9:00-9:45 – Subject 2 (Math - Mr. White)
9:45-10:30 – Subject 3 (Science - Ms. Espinoza)
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art (Gym: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Art: Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – Subject 4(Spare)
12:30-1:15 – Subject 5 (History - Mr. Moore)
1:15-2:00 – Elective Class (Drama - Mr. Jake Spearner....Get it?)
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal

Human:
Name: Mr. Burt Normandy
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Grade: Grade 11-12 English
Personality: <Laid back and a bit lazy, he speaks with a monotone voice and is always making small unimportant or unnoticeable jokes which he has to explain, he has a genuine love for the subject he teaches believing that he can change his kids for the better, but he doesn't put himself down if he can't make a kid feel that way.
Appearance: Larger build and about 5'9, he has brown hair and a mustache, he wears sweater vests and khakis most of the time.
Other: He is allergic to nuts.

HUMAN:

Name: Mr. Jake Spearener
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Grade: Drama
Personality: Jake is a drama nut, he believes that acting is a skill that everyone should have and he believes that the people who choose to take his class are amazing. He is very outspoken, most usually saying what is on his mind, he is a fan of both stage plays and musicals, he can be a bit eccentric at times but he means well, he often tries to connect with his students and be cool, but a lot of the time fails at that, he doesn't tolerate laziness in his course however, if he can tell someone is jus tin there for the credit he will kick them out.
Appearance: Jake has a long gray scarf with black square like patterns on it that is wrapped around his neck, he wears black leather boots and has rounded glasses, his hair grows outward in a spike formation, he has brown hair and brown eyes, he wears a black shirt with white sleeves and a vest that is olive colored with white squares and diamonds all over it

HUMAN:

Name: Gordon Norris
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Job: Casper High Janitor
Personality: Gordon is laid-back and calm, however his personality can be odd at times, when's alone, he's calm and quiet, but when he's with students, he's wacky and fun, he can, however, be very strict and strong if someone rubs him off the wrong way, he doesn't take disrespect lightly.
Appearance: Gordon is tall and lanky, he wears a blue janitorial outfit with his name hemmed onto the left side of the chest area, he has messy brown hair and crazy eyes.
Other: He always seems to be around when alien activity is happening, though the aliens never notice he is around, he is always caught up in the mess and having to clean up whatever the mess is, be it spilled water or alien slime, he doesn't tell the principal because he knows they won't believe him, besides, they aren't bothering him, so why she he bother them? Students also tend to think of him as a counselor for their problems, as the schools real student Counselors aren't very enticing.

WARNING: BE READY FOR TYPOS SINCE MY KEYBOARD SUCKS
*Also, I will be using a different character than last time, so count me as a newcomer. If needed, I will take back Ryo Tenshi though.

Real Name: Experiment 7
Allias: Baxter Wilcox
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Grade: Eleventh
Faction: Brotherhood of Worlds.
Personality: Very arrogant, superior, greedy, sadistic and psychotic. Though he ends up melting into a very polite and supportive and very light-hearted being, (though he will still have his violent tendencies) which would obviously take a long time.
Opinion on Humans: He thinks human are scum that do not belong in the universe in general. He is stuck up on the fact they exist, but he ends up liking humans after awhile, wanting to be with them. The only reason he was in the brotherhood was because of his parents, who passed away. He hates it at first, then ends up liking his faction as the rp progresses.
True Appearance: 7 has a feline like appearence, and is all white with crimson eyes. He has a tail that points like a greyhound and horns like a goat, as so as the wings of a bat, as he was an experiment done to test the existence of the animals on earth, and the scientists who created him were aiming to fuse as many as they could together with one from their own race.
Human Appearance: In disguise, he is a boy that is about 5'9" who is really pale with the crimson eyes he has in his alien form. He has black hair with a blue tint to it which is fairly long and he wears t-shirts, jeans, a set of black fingerless gloves, and combat boots.
Other: If okay, I would like to make him an unwanted colleague of Zurgon.

8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – Science/ Biology
9:00-9:45 – History
9:45-10:30 – Math
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art (Gym: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Art: Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – English
12:30-1:15 – World Language (French)
1:15-2:00 – Elective: Band
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal

Real Name: Syndral

Alias: Diane Garrison

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Occupation: Student

Grade: 12

Faction: The Galactic Order

Personality: Syndral is calm, quiet, and introverted. She does not care to socialize with anyone, really. She also typically expresses very little emotion, and takes her job rather seriously. She is highly intelligent, and takes great pride in that.

Opinion on Humans: Syndral doesn't think much of them at all. She doesn't really hate them, or like them. In fact, she sees humans as nothing more than idiotic parasites that are better off exterminated. She considers them as far less inferior beings that she rather not waste her time with. She has no problems with killing them, and is simply waiting for the opportunity to do so. Still, she doesn't see eliminating them as a personal matter, just business.

True Appearance: Her true form is tall, being about 5'9 in height, and also very slim and slender. Her muscles are well defined, but she still has a very skinny form. Because of her form, she is very quick and agile, but her physical strength is not very impressive. She has jet black scales that cover her body, with her eyes being sapphire blue and reptilian. She has sharp claws on her hands and feet, as well as sharp fangs that are said hold venom. She also has two, small white horns on top of her head that curve backwards slightly. Other than these features, her body type is basically human.

Human Appearance: Syndral is still tall and slim in her disguise. Her body type does not appear to change much in this form. Instead of scales, she has pale white skin. She has long, jet black hair that goes down to her waist. Her long bangs nearly cover her face, and her blue eyes. She still has long nails, but they are far from being claws. She is normally seen wearing a black hoodie, with either the hood or her hair covering her face, and a t-shirt underneath. She also typically wears jeans or slacks, along with tennis shoes.

Other: She has the ability to withstand extreme heat. However, the cold will leave her weakened, if not drained completely of her strength.


8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – Subject 1 (English)
9:00-9:45 – Subject 2 (Science)
9:45-10:30 – Subject 3 (History)
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art (Gym: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Art: Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – Subject 4 (Math)
12:30-1:15 – Subject 5 (Spanish)
1:15-2:00 – Elective Class (Robotics)
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal

OOC: Here are Wylrin's characters, just as a reference to keep them in-character when their use is needed.


Real Name: Elim Melvyn
Alias: Mr. White
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Occupation: Teacher
Grade: 12th Grade Mathematics
Faction: The Galactic Order
Personality: Elim’s overall outlook and personality is one of indifference. Not much matters to him or affects him in any significant way unless it interferes with his work. He tends not to become attached to anything or anyone, having been trained at an early age the skills needed to be a spy and, should the need arise, an assassin. He carries out his work without remorse or regret, having no qualms with doing what he needs to in order to protect himself and gather intelligence for the Order.
Opinion on Humans: Elim doesn’t have as strong of a dislike for humans as some of the other members of the Order do. He doesn’t necessarily like them, by any means, but he doesn’t have a specific hatred towards them. His view on humans is more professional than personal: they are an enemy of the Order, and therefore he will deal with them as such.
True Appearance: Elim is humanoid, but his appearance would never pass as human. His skin is amphibious, being slightly damp to the touch and cool green in color. He has large eyes that are completely red-orange, without pupils or irises. Being an amphibious life form, he doesn’t have any hair, his ears are merely two small holes in the sides of his head, and he doesn’t have any fingernails, either. Other than these frog-like traits, Elim’s body structure is otherwise human-like.
Human Appearance: Elim’s skin in his human disguise is slightly pale, that of someone who spends most of his time in the shadows than running around in the sun. His form and stature is the same as his true form – slender and with a height of about 5’11. He has short, ruffled brown hair and hazel eyes. Posing as a teacher, he wears a brown suit over a white dress shirt and red tie. He also wears glasses, although their purpose isn’t for rectifying blurred vision. The lenses’ purpose is to display information.
Other: As an amphibious being, Elim’s skin will burn upon contact with salt.

Name: Rachel Emerson
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade: 12th
Personality: Rachel is a very extroverted person. She almost always has a smile on her face and is happy to talk with anyone who will listen. Her subjects of conversation are almost always seemingly random, but she will delve deeply into said topic and often ask others’ opinions on it. While she prefers being in other people’s company, there are times when she will close herself off in favor of sifting through her own thoughts. When she isn’t idly talking with someone or thinking to herself, Rachel is often trying to be helpful to those around her. She’s rather awkward with trying to solve problems, however, so most of the time she’ll just offer a comforting presence and smile when she’s not sure what to do.
Appearance: Some people consider Rachel to be a stick figure, simply because she doesn’t really have the curvy build most young women possess. She’s a bit tall, as well, standing at about 5’8. Her dirty blonde hair is somewhat of a mess, simply because she doesn’t spend hours tending to it like some of her peers, and her bangs almost hide her green eyes. She dresses more like a tomboy, often wearing plain black t-shirts and slacks.
Other: She is lactose intolerant.

Rachel's Schedule:

8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – Subject 1 (Mathematics - Mr. White)
9:00-9:45 – Subject 2 (English - Mr. Normandy)
9:45-10:30 – Subject 3 (History)
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – Subject 4 (Science - Ms. Espinoza)
12:30-1:15 – Subject 5 (Reading)
1:15-2:00 – Elective Class (Psychology)
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal

Name: Miss Bridget K. Espinoza
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Grade: 10-12 Biology
Personality: Ms. E is peppy and always has an ecstatic demeanor about her. She seems to never show strong negative emotions, although a swift change in atmosphere will let you know if she caught you sneaking that naughty note to the student beside you. She's overly-friendly, especially to the point of being personal, persistent in teasing information out of students and staff alike. And speaking of teasing, she had no qualms with irritating and/or embarrassing others. Many view her as insane and crazy, and rumor has it that she's been... you probably don't need to know that, nevermind. Anyway, she takes her work very seriously, but always with a lighthearted outlook, often making the subject she teaches half enjoyable. Or not, if you're one of those types of people...
Appearance: A tall with a scrawny build, Hispanic. Tan skin, curly dark brown hair and eyes. She always paints her nails some bizarre pattern. Typically wears bell bottom jeans, high heels and geeky Star Wars/Star Trek/Star Whatever t-shirts. She's always seen with a smile, whether it be sincere, concealing a warning, or just plain creepy. She walks with brisk steps and has well managed posture.
Other: She's single with a 24-year-old daughter who lives away. Her husband divorced her three years ago (what a bum).


Real Name: Morph Mitosm
Alias: Mordecai "Mort" Stuart
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Grade: 10th
Faction: Galactic Order
Personality: Morph's generally pessimistic and rather grouchy, not having much good to say in a matter, and seems to complain a lot. He's very sarcastic and often comes across as rude. He finds it very difficult trusting anyone (with the exception of his colleagues), although that trait is mostly distrust of the humans. As difficult as it would be tolerating his negative perspective and irritable nature, one would find that he's quite polite to the individuals he respect. He takes criticism and correction very badly, often resulting in him being huffy and defensive. Mistakes embarrass him. A lot. If fact, he finds himself being easily embarrassed in general.
He's very good and noticing detail, but he's easily distracted by small things as a result, so that skill can quickly backfire on him. Sometimes he ends up saying something rude, crass, or just plain stupid due to the bad habit of letting things fly out of his mouth. He's likes cleanliness and neatness.
Opinion on Humans: Although he had no personal qualms towards them, he acknowledges how their aggressive demeanor has not changed over the many generations of their pathetic existence. They still fight over pointless things, causing more grief for the rest of the species. As hard as the humans try to right their wrongs, Morph knows that it's too late to try to change them, as they have advanced too far and little to no ethical progress had been made. The human species would be better off-- for the safety of the galactic society and for the relief and blessing of their own race-- eliminated.
True Appearance: Morph is 3'2 and has an endomorphic body type; he's stocky, stout, and compact, with a rounded belly and pillar-like appendages. Despite his lack of height and the softness of his body, he's quite strong and physically fit. His skin is a slightly dark shade of grey, and velvety to the touch. His feet and hands are hoof-like, but fleshy, each foot having two toes and each hand having an opposable thumb. His legs are slightly shorter than his arms. His head is elliptical, with two pairs of fleshy spikes on the sides of his face. He has a rubbery extension on his head that works as a stiff antenna and curves forward and back sharply, the tip narrowing and turning black, and ending with pale green, feathery hairs that sense particles in the air (odors). He has a flexible tail with almost identical properties, minus the black-colored tip. He has two dull green eyes, with muscles that act as eyebrows (and are usually furrowed). He has two rows of thin, sharp, black teeth, and the inside of his mouth is navy blue. His two upper and front-most teeth stick out from under his upper lip. He's usually in a slouched position, often crossing his arms and glaring at nothing or random things.
Human Appearance: Similar body type, but he possesses a disguise that alters light in a way that makes him appear human. He has normal-toned skin, freckles, dull green eyes and bright reddish, curly hair. His two front teeth seems slanted and the tips of them stick out from his upper lip like his actual teeth. He wears a pair of mechanical limbs that doubles the length of his legs. They "freeze" his actual knees and help him seem less like a midget, bringing up to just below a normal teenager's shoulders (they make him a bit clumsy, due to the unfamiliar aspect of it). He wears an actual wig that prevents one from noticing his antenna by touch, but there are still many holes in his disguise that could blow his cover if he's not careful. He typically wears monotone colors, usually blue. Most notable is a turtleneck sweater, jeans, and blue sneakers.
Other: Morph's body is designed for stealth and keeping under the radar. He's capable of short bursts of speed, but fatigues quickly from running. His thick arms are well suited for heavy lifting. He breathes carbon dioxide, but can only last 15-30 seconds when holding his breath. until he passes out. In just a minute, without anymore air, his brain would die or something really bad. So, he can't be without air for very long at all.
Also, Morph's internal chemistry reacts violently to Earth's water. His skin repels it quite well, and small amounts of it aren't harmful inside, but if he were to ingest too much of it at one time, his organs would practically dissolve. This is because much of his chemistry is based on sodium hydroxide, which also known as lye... which is also known as soap. He's kinda made of soap.


8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – English; Mr. Normandy
9:00-9:45 – Science; Miss Espinoza
9:45-10:30 – Math; Mr. White
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art (Gym: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Art: Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – History; Mrs. Moore
12:30-1:15 – Language Arts; Mr. Hooten
1:15-2:00 – (pending)
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal

Shall we start?

Whenever you're ready.

It's been a week since the first day of school at Caspar Hill High; how long that week seemed depended on the individual. Students and teachers are just settling in to the routine, some more so than others. This Monday, both staff and student alike are preparing or leaving for school after a somewhat relaxing weekend and a more-or-less good Sunday night's sleep. Who knows what chaos and suspicions this next week may bring as our two factions of extraterrestrial spies suit up for the next round of in-the-field work...

Syndral was already up and wide awake. She had quickly grown accustomed to the school schedule and was already about ready to leave the house she was using as her base. She had just suited up in her human disguise and had grabbed her backpack. She was heading out the door, when a cheerful voice called her name.

"Oh, Syndral, or should I say Diane, don't forget your lunch!" A woman called in a sing-song voice. She approached Syndral quickly, handing her a small navy blue bag. This woman looked a lot like an older version of Syndral's disguise, Diane Garrison. She had the same hair and eyes. Even her body type was awfully identical. The woman had on a simply blue t-shirt and a pair of slacks.

Syndral sighed and took the bag. "I was not going to forget it, I just had not grabbed it yet."

"Well, I just wanted to make sure that you brought it with you. I know that you don't want to eat the human food. And don't worry, I disguised your lunch to appear normal. Have fun at school!" She smiled warmly. Syndral just raised an eyebrow at that. The woman sighed. "Uh, nevermind that. Just get going and have a good day."

Syndral sighed miserably. "Alright. Bye, Motherbot. I will see you when I return this afternoon." She stated calmly. Then she headed out the door. Motherbot followed her to the door and stopped.

"Bye, Diane!" She called from the doorway, waving cheerfully. Syndral just sighed and glanced back at her before heading to her car. She tossed her backpack in the backseat and hopped in the driver's seat. She then started up the car and drove off.

Zurgon was in his cave, it had been a week since he had started his time at Casper High and he couldn't have been happier, despite the fact he hated a few of his teachers. There were the good ones, like Ms. Espinoza. Zurgon had grown accustomed to referring to himself as Shane and he had been adept at keeping the friends he had made, such as Rachel and Mort, he was pretty sure Diane still hated him in some capacity and it was pretty mutual though he did still have hope for her yet.

"Well, another beautiful morning! Hm...Perhaps today will be better than the last! Maybe math class will actually prove to be a challenge." Shane had been offered to be place in an advanced math class and he decided he might as well take it, but he didn't want to change his schedule around so the teacher had agreed to just give him different work from the other class.

"Hey, computer, anything to report from the Brotherhood? Any messages?" He hoped he would get a message from Rachel or Mort, he had given them his number which was built into his spaceship, he also carried around a cellular device but he didn't use it as much.

"No messages, Zurgon. I am sorry. Perhaps you will get one tomorrow." The ship spoke kindly, it had the voice of a young woman.

Zurgon let out a sigh. "Very well, thanks Melody." Zurgon referred to his ship as Melody, he had always liked the name and his ship had a tendency to make wonderful 'music' with all its beeps and boops. "Guess I'll be off." Zurgon jumped out of his ship, he was still living in his cave, however he had been digging and had expanded it, he dug down and created a sort of underground den, he had furnished it with pool tables and a couch, jukebox, dart board, a bar, and a bunch of other things, he had acquired these things from the Brotherhood, they used capsules which when activated became objects, he always carried some around in case of emergencies.

He ran off, waving to Melody. "Bye Melody! See you tonight, I'll tell you all about how today goes!" He let out a chuckle and a large smile and made his way to the school, a skip in his step.

((Sorry for forgetting about this, I've been busy))

Real Name: Seytrius (Say-tree-iss)
Alias: Nathaniel "Nathan" Evans
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Grade: 12th
Faction: The Brotherhood of Worlds
Personality: Seytrius is a pretty shy guy. If he ever does attend any social gathering, be it a party, a dance, a group of ten people doing something together, he'd be off on the side, or hanging out with his few friends. But, he probably wouldn't have gone to any of those in the first place, because he prefers to stay by himself, reading books, drawing, or just not doing anything in general. If you can get him to open up, or even better, become his friend, then the kind, funny, and caring Nathan will come out. He cares about his friends, and is willing to do anything for them, even if means his life is on the line.
Opinion on Humans: Like his thoughts on all species, he feels like they're a capable race, just trying to learn more about their world, and the worlds around them. He also feels as a part of the Brotherhood it's his duty to protect lower-tech aliens form The Galactic Order.
True Appearance: He is a tall, reptilian creature, with a normal skin color of a alligator-like green skin, and it is quite scaly, almost to the point of being sharp. He has an arrow-like marking on his head and his hands, that red. He also has orange markings all over his body. As for his eyes, they're a bright red.
Human Appearance: He's about 6'1' and his skin color is a a very tanned white. His face is almost like an oval, with high cheek bones, and a little bit longer than average nose. He has brown hair, a shaggy mess of it which has the front going down about to his eyes in the from, hallway down his ears, and it goes down to about 3/4 of the way down his neck. He has dark brown, with a ring of even darker brown around the irises, and specks of gold and green in the irises.

As for his clothes, he wears a black tee shirt with a purple bolt of lightning down the top right to the bottom left. He wears a black leather jacket over that, and a pair of blue jeans as his signature outfit. Any other times, his shirts are just different colors and different designs.
Other:

8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – Math; Mr. White ((what subject is he?))
9:00-9:45 – Reading; Mrs. Lansford
9:45-10:30 – Science; Ms. Espinoza
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art (Gym: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Art: Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – History; Mrs. Moore
12:30-1:15 – Language Arts; Mr. Hooten
1:15-2:00 – Robotics; Mr. Cole
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal

OOC: Welp, looks like I gotta adjust to Seytrius's new look! Np. Ee's so tall...


Morph was making the final adjustments to his wig while in front of the mirror. For some reason, it didn't want to stay put. It wasn't as scratchy as he expected, but it hampered his ability to smell as it covered his antenna. He didn't like that. At least it was kinda soft. But still...

Rubbing persistent and irritating sleep out of his tired eyes, his alias left the bathroom and soon afterward the house. He had finished the last of the morning diagnostics and was ready for the new week. At least, as ready as he could be. This routine was already getting old; hardly any progress has been made. Well, Elim and Syndral probably had gotten stuff down... but they're already in the groove of things. Heck, they were born in the groove of things.

As he left his house, he looked around at the neighborhood. Most of the homes were old, rundown trailers full of rust and mildew and ridden with overgrown weeds and vines. His, however, was the well-kept of the mobile houses. Clean-cut grass, fresh coat of blue paint, and he even added a small decoration to the young tree in the front: a bright red humming bird feeder. Something about the dainty, finicky little creatures allured him.

He trekked along the sidewalk, his hard glare returning when the stop sign at the intersection came into view and triggered the remembrance of his task. Infiltrate the filthy human society... and now he had to use a horrific public transportation system full of hairspray odor, moldy candy wrappers infested with ants, swearing, sweating brats, and he didn't want to know what was going on in the back seat last Friday...

Seytrius had been up since 5 AM, having absolutely nothing to do, considering that he had finished every book he had wanted to read when he came down here to Earth. "Man...why can't these authors finish writing the next books?" He asked, looking at a few books in a few book series he had begun to read, like Michael Vey, The 39 Clues, and The Heroes of Olympus, all very fantastical, but realistic, storylines; all of which he had read every book released for each, and was waiting for the next books to be released. "As advanced they are with some of their technology, they can't write to save their lives." He said, walking past a clock, and seeing the time. Twenty minutes till school starts.

"Crap!" He yelled, running to his room, and quickly grabbing his camouflaging suit, and mask, quickly getting into his disguise. "Computer!" He yelled into the the lamp at his side table, which went into the table, and a computer came up. "Bring up my school items." He said, walking towards his closet, as hic backpack and extra books that can't be carried in his backpack. "Bye computer!" He yelled, the computer going back into the table, and being replaced by the lamp.

He ran outside of his house, running towards the school (as he lived only five minutes away). "Hope I'm not late..." He muttered.

(Sorry for the really bad sheet, I haven't made a good one in a long time; If I need to fix anything, please tell me!)

Name: Raylem Gekelio
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Grade: 12th Grade
Personality: Raylem is a kind-hearted girl who always enjoys talking with people. She is normally always happy and cheerful. Raylem is normally clueless as to her surroundings, and sometimes can be rude without realizing it. She is normally quick to comfort someone in need and offer her assistance to those who need it.
Appearance: Raylem has long, golden brown hair that is always pulled over her left shoulder. Her hair is normally messy and her hair is constantly in her face. She has average-sized eyes that are a jade green color. Raylem is roughly 5'7, and is on the skinny side. Her skin is quite pale, and she has freckles going across her face. She normally dresses in long-sleeve shirts, skirts, and boots, no matter the weather. She dons a faded leather jacket on colder days, along with knee-high socks.
Other: None.

Schedule:

8:00 – School begins
8:00-8:15 – Attendance/Breakfast
8:15-9:00 – English ~ Mr. Normandy
9:00-9:45 – Math ~ Mr. White
9:45-10:30 – History
10:30-11:15 – Gym/Art (Gym: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Art: Tuesdays and Thursdays.)
11:15-11:45 – Lunch
11:45-12:30 – Science ~ Ms. Espinoza
12:30-1:15 – Spanish
1:15-2:00 – Elective Class - Drama ~ Mr. Spearner
2:00-2:45 – Study Hall
2:45-3:00 – Dismissal

OOC: Welcome!
Also, I'm going to be offline from tomorrow afternoon to the 12th, so just keep going without me until then.

Zurgon could see the large school on the edge of the horizon, it's dark orange-red coloration couldn't be missed from miles away, he was only a few minutes away, he could see the sign 'Casper High'. He ran as fast as he could to the entrance and let out a large smile before entering the front doors. Zurgon scurried his way to his first class, that being English with Mr. Normandy, he was pretty boring but he wasn't very strict and that was nice. Swiftly Zurgon made it to his desk, he waited patiently for his friends to arrive, he hadn't done much on the weekend and was curious exactly what the point of the weekend was.

//Really weak response, just a bunch of things that are on my mind right now...//

Raylem's mother dropped her off in front of the school. "Have a good day!" Her mother called out to her. "Alright!" Raylem said as she swung her backpack over her right shoulder and ran to the entrance of the school. She opened the large doors and stepped inside quickly. She looked down at her schedule to see her first class. She shuffled through the papers in her hands for a map, and located the English room. Raylem began walking towards the English room, and stepped inside. She walked over to Mr. Normandy, a bit nervous. "Hello, I just want to ask about where I should sit." Raylem said quietly.

Mr. Normandy had come to school early as was the norm with most teachers at the school, Casper would frequently host meetings for the teachers to discuss education and teaching techniques of the sort. With a smile the mustached man looked up at Raylem. "Well hello there, you can sit anywhere you like, most students usually grow accustomed to the seats they've chosen but the middle right of the class hasn't been claimed yet." Mr. Normandy was tired as he had been up pretty late so he wasn't as talkative or 'funny' as he usually was.

Syndral soon arrived at the school and parked her car in the 'Students Only' parking lot. She grabbed her backpack from the back seat and began making the trek inside the school. She walked down the hallway, careful to avoid being bumped into or trampled on by the numerous students wandering about.

She sighed irritably when people stopped to talk to their friends right in front of her, preventing her from being able to get passed them. It was moments like that which made her wish she could zap them with her laser gun. However, that scenario would surely cause more harm than good. So Syndral simply had to either wait until they moved out of the way, or try to slip by them unnoticed.

The students finally moved out of the way, allowing her to pass by. At a brisk pace, she continued heading down the hallway. She was in a hurry to get to class, even though she was by no means late or even at risk of being so. However, she did hate the crowded, noisy hallways.

At last, she reached her destination, and she quickly entered the classroom. She headed towards the back to her usual seat in the quiet corner of the room. She sat down at her desk and then pulled out a novel. She made sure to fix her hood, putting it back over her head, before starting to read. She hid her face behind the book, hoping to not be bothered by anyone.

Eventually, the bus finished its rounds and dropped the group off at the appointed pickup driveway. Mort was one of the first to exit, eager to leave the rank vehicle that reeked of human sweat. He hated human sweat. In fact, he thought he might have been allergic to it. The scent penetrated his wig so deeply, and it made his hidden antenna water and sting. Human body odor was by far the worst smell he had ever encountered.
Finally, after briskly walking through the crowded hallways (he thought staying close to the walls would help him avoid students and get to class quicker, but he only encountered more human PDA), he reached Mr. Normandy's class. He didn't feel like going into the cafeteria, where most students were for breakfast. He really didn't mind crowds; the problem was the human stench. He could go on and on about how horrible it was...
He lifted his head to look around the classroom, glancing at the teacher and quickly sat in his seat, which was beside Shane and behind Diane. The teacher seemed annoying to him, so he didn't pay much attention to him. Shane was proving to be an interesting subject of research; the human boy was outgoing and painfully honest, and that was a good thing for his observations. He was learning many things about the human culture... and how dangerously flawed it was. Then again, he had hardly scratched the surface. There was still much more to learn.
And then there was Syndral-- or Diane, as she was under her reserved and disconnected alias-- who's head was buried in her novel and hidden under her hood, her raven-black hair spilling from its sides. She was obviously in no mood to talk, so he refrained from getting her attention momentarily. Instead he waited for Shane to respond to his arrival. He was always the first to respond.

Zurgon, now Shane, noticed Mort approaching him, he watched him take the seat next to him. Shane was swaying from the left and to the right, jumping up and down as he hummed a song, he was a huge fan of earth music, particularly that of the rock genre, he had listened to it for hours when he got home from school. The mission was going fairly well, he had been collecting data on humans though it was mainly for his own benefit and not for the Brotherhood as he didn't really plan on ever going back, he liked his life here on Earth and he didn't want to go back to living on Xenos. "Hello, Morty!" Shane said with a smile. "Did you finish the homework assigned? I finished my essay in twenty minutes, was pretty easy."


Quote: Spyroconvexity

ooc: I'm reserving this post for my OC Shade. He is a dragolet which isn't from the current dimension the RP is in.

//...That's not an option...
Unless it was ok'd with Waak...But...Uh...What?//

OOC: Well, let's just see the character sheet first. We'll determine if it's OK or not then.

OOC: Wow, the plot is much more interesting than I imagined. Count me in

Name: Melissa Riley
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Grade: 12th (skipped a grade)
Personality: Very smart and clever. Fascinated by the unknown and secretly studying cryptozoology. Though she has a pleasant demeanor, she tends to judge others too soon, and her excitements prompts her a little naive at times.
Appearances: Very dark brown eyes (confused by black), short cinnamon hair, a little tall for her age and a bit tan skin color. Usually wears a headband.


Real Name: Karkan
Alias: Daniel Coleman
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Grade: 12th
Faction: Galactic Order
Personality: Has a strong sense of morality and is very eager in almost all the tasks he is assigned to. He is quite athletic and very patient, though tends to go violent if he feels threatened.
Opinion on Humans: He finds them to be a disgrace, and too despicable he even believes they shouldn't have existed in the first place. He has seen how humans not only kill the flora and fauna from around, but watches the news constantly on how they kill themselves, sometimes for the mere pleasure, which he finds disturbing and disgusting. The sooner they are rid of, the better, but in the meantime, he is watching Melissa very closely, sitting next to her in class.
True Appearance: Looks like a big cat with no ears and no fur. It's tail resembles more of a whip-tailed lizard.
Human Appearance: A 5'9 in stature, with spiky, dark brown hair, a tiny little beard, and white skin, almost pale. Has an earring on top of his left ear.

OOC: Welcome, Felines!
Spyroconvexity, I'm not so sure about the character. Could you elaborate on Shade's species and origins more? It looks more like a fantasy character than an alien as is defined in the RP.

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"Ngh, yeah," Mort mumbled, his chin resting on the desk, glaring at nothing boredly. "Really dull topic, though. I mean, who wants to write about school schedules and stuff like that? Did we all get the same topic?" He glanced up at Diane's head, mustering up his courage to speak. "How about you, Diane?" He didn't like to admit that he was weary of the stoic reptilian in disguise, so he tried to seem as natural as possible around her. And then there was that other thing...

Shane chuckled, he could see how Mort was looking at Diane, the usual fashion was that Mort would come to class and he and Shane conversed until the start of class, this time he had decided to converse with Diane, something Shane was pretty sure he had a clear understanding of, being as he was from such a 'love' filled planet. He leaned over and whispered to Mort. "Just ask the female out, perhaps you and her could grab a cup of beverages in some matter."

"Thank you" Raylem said with a slight bow of her head. Raylem went towards the empty desk, which was located by Diane. Raylem set her bag down beside her and patiently waited for class to begin. She noticed there were people near her, talking about essays and things of that sort. Raylem didn't think much of it and stared at the wall, lost in thought. She was nervous about starting at this new school, worrying about every little thing that could possibly go wrong.

OOC: I'll have to consider this for a short while. I'll get back to that shortly.


"What?!" Mort hissed back, careful not to speak louder than a whisper. "Why would I wanna ask her out?!" He knew that his feelings for Syndral were getting stronger, and it was obvious. He hated it. He didn't even understand why he felt this way about her. They were completely incompatible!

Like a child entering the dentist, through the school door came Daniel Coleman. He has been assisting for several days now, even before school even started, to study his surroundings better. He haven'r interacted with anyone lately, not even someone from his own order, since he was feeling bitter being surrounded by humans.

Melissa was just getting outside of one of her classes and into the cafeteria in quite a hurry, with her hands full on what it seemed an article of the morning newspaper. She didn't noticed her fellow classmate and continued on, distracted with thoughts...

Shane continued his chuckling until he decided to speak once more, the little red-headed boy was quite amusing to Zurgon and he always got a laugh out of his absurd actions and attitude towards certain things. "You obviously like her, your pupils are dilating, and when humans pupils dilate it either means they hate someone or love someone, but i don't think you hate her, do ya? Wish I could have that same feeling..." Zurgon rarely was extremely serious, but the topic of love was difficult for him to joke about as it was such an integral part of his culture, he wondered if he'd find a mate on Earth, and if they would love him if they knew the truth. "But Mort...Do you....Ya know that Rachel female?" This was probably the longest he had ever gone without making a joke or saying something stupid.

OOC: I'm sorry, but the character seems rather inconsistent with the genera of the RP. You see, your character is a fantasy creature from another dimension, correct? The rules state that the RP is meant to be sci fi, and a fantasy creature would cause confusion, even if from another universe. So, I'll have to decline. But you can create another character if you wish (if alien, it can be dragon-like if you wish, but it has to be a proper alien); we'd love to have you in the RP with us!

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"But that's absurd! Peoples' eyes dilate all the time, and just because I happen to look at her and my pupils dilated-- oh, whatever!" Mort grumbled, flustered, knowing he was fighting a loosing battle. "She wouldn't want anything to do with me, anyway..." He noticed Shane's tone change. It was a bit odd, as he seemed actually serious now. "Yeah, what about Rachel?" he sighed irritably, still annoyed and a bit embarrassed. He didn't like that Shane had laughed at his situation. It made him feel like a joke.

Shane shrugged and looked away for a moment, not wanting to speak anymore, he was a bit embarrassed, just as Mort was about his feelings. "You think she'd wanna ever....Nevermind, it's stupid." He let out a sigh, it was so odd, he couldn't get Rachel out of his head at this moment, it had been like that everyday, but he knew she probably wouldn't go for him, he was a loser and she wasn't. He tried to muster a smile but found it rather hard to do. Shane had recalled there was a dance of some sorts going on in the area soon, he had wanted to ask Rachel but he knew she didn't dance, he seemed to be out of luck.

//;~; Poor Zurgon, I feel so sorry for him.//

Mort scowled, but it wasn't his typical "hating life" scowl. He seemed confused, maybe even a bit concerned. Shane was acting weird for such an outgoing creature. Was was he suddenly upset and shy? Perhaps his adolescent hormones were causing him to feel attached to this Rachel girl?
"Uh... I can take stupid, y'know," Mort said awkwardly, not liking to see someone unhappy over such a situation, even if it was a human. He felt terrible for developing feelings for Syndral, and they weren't because of hormones, he knew. "Most of the stuff we say is pretty stupid, anyway, so..." It wasn't meant to be an insult, as the redhead attempted at a lighter tone.


OOC: I would ship those two so hard if Wylrin was around to OK it.

//I think there's going to be a certain point you'll have to develop her characters, wylrin was pretty easy going, I think she would have been okay with it. But serious Zurgon x Rachel, Zurchel OTP//

Shane looked up at his friend and gave him a nod accompanied by a half smile. "It's just, I think i may be developing an odd set of emotional feelings for her and I've never had that before and on my...In my hometown I was treated like a loser and never had annoying even remotely close to what this is..." If you had closed your eyes you would never had guessed it was Zurgon saying these words. "I think I like her." He wasn't sure what to do with these feelings at all.


Mr. Normandy had begun class already, he wasn't too attentive, he never noticed the students sleeping or talking while he taught his lessons, and for the most part all the class was was reading and writing and when he assigned something he usually went to his desk to read or send emails, not paying attention to the students doing whatever they were doing.

OOC: Correction: I ship that thing so hard. Where is that lil' blondie, anyway?

Mort raised his eyebrows. He never would have believed it if someone else had told him, but this was coming from Shane himself. Him? Shunned in his homeplace?
"Well... I guess we have a connection. We both were treated like dirt at home, and we both have... these... ridiculous feelings," he finally replied, hesitating when he admitted how he felt about Diane. It was obvious to the human boy, anyway. And he didn't remember ever hinting what life had been like for him in his home. "I feel for you. But... at least you have a chance with that girl. She seems to enjoy being around you. Her however..." he made a meaningful glance at Diane, who seemed to be still ignoring the current conversation.

Zurgon glanced over to Diane aswell, she hasn't yet noticed the two of them looking at her as she had her face shoved in a book. "Maybe Diane just had a hard life aswell, no one is truly one hundred percent evil or one hundred percent good, there is good in her and I can tell...Maybe you just have to have a bit more courage, perhaps she'll like you back someday." He wanted to give Mort hope, it was clear of his feelings for her but Diane didn't seem exactly intrigued by Mort from Shane's point of view.

//Obby, WHERE ARE YOU RACHEL?//

"Ah... well... thanks," Mort said awkwardly. It felt odd being comforted by a human-- the creatures he was assigned to help destroy-- and he hated admitting that he had a crush, no matter how obvious. "But I don't think that's ever going to happen, Shane. I mean, we can work together, but..." he sighed, "we kinda had a bad start. I really don't like bringing it up because it's really stupid, and... kinda embarrassing, actually..." he was looking down at his desk, not paying attention to what Mr. Normandy was saying.

Shane felt sorry for Mort, every deserved another chance, so why not Mort? "It's okay." He placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. "Just talk it out, I'm sure everything will work out fine, and I can take stupid, y'know?" He grinned, repeating the words Mort had previously uttered to him.

Mr. Normandy had done his deed for the day, he had gotten a student to hand out an assignment, of which being a book report for E.T., the book they had just recently read in the class, Shane only assumed that school started slow and got progressively harder, which seemed to not actually be the case.

"Aha... yeah..." Mort laughed at Shane's allusion, but he wasn't completely assured. "We could end up being friends, though. I guess if I proved that I... em..." He didn't want to talk about the work ethic thing. "Well, just ask her to go with you. She's probably just saying she can't dance because she's embarrassed about it. About dancing, I mean, not... you, y'know? And even if she won't dance, you still have a chance with her."

Zurgon wasn't so sure, could a human really love an alien? The book they had recently just read proved that they could and couldn't...But...Love love? "I guess...But how do I do that? Perhaps if I bought her a fish....Maybe she likes fish, I like fish, do you like fish? No matter...Maybe I just ask her 'Rachel, I'm a human male, you are a human female, we are compatible for mating, would you care to go out to a dance date with me?'" He would do it when he saw her at Gym, it seemed so far away, fortunately this class was nearly over.