Name: Jonas Sight
Appearance: Average latent height with a scrawny build. Jet black hair with styles he often changes. Usually wears jeans and assorted graphic tees.
Personality: Jonas is a compulsive liar. If you ask his family why he lies they will say it is due to some insecurity or something in his head isn't screwed on just right. If you ask him why he lies he'd respond with "Lie? Why nonsense! I AM the Giant Queen Of England!" Jonas can be very amusing to be around, but after a while his lying can get somewhat irritating. He rarely opens up honestly to people, and when he does it tends to throw them off.
Biography: Grew up with very artsy parents. The rest is TBD
Hobbies and Interests: Loves drama and wants to be an actor when he grows up. But he doesn't refer to it is as acting, he refers to it as "adapting reality".
Thoughts and Feelings: Hard for others to decifer but he thinks there should be more room in life for creativity and the arts. Dislikes how Latent society constantly shuts out things that aren't "logical" or things that are "emotional" and "beautiful".
((Sorry it's short, I don't want y'all to know much about him yet, it gives stuff about Kit away:p ))
Name: Timothy Petite
Appearance: Mr. Petite has eyes like Kit, the same killer green. Though he has straight blonde hair, that he keeps not too short, not too long. He much like her has a very athletic build. He is where Kit gets her healthy lifestyle from. He is a very muscular man to say the least.
Past/Secrets on the character/ Secrets that could be important in the future: Take his age and subtract Kit's.... How old was he when she was born?
Personality: Firm, doesn't show much emotion. Even kit doesn't know much about him, due to the fact she didn't know him till her mother died and she was sent to live with him.
(( Okay, so who would like to start? :D ))
((You should! It's your RP, you should get the honor of setting the scene!))
((actually i will be afk for the next hour and bit lol so if you would like to start i wouldn't mind :) ))
((Nope. You get to start. :p))
((lol alright then, btw I loooove first person and would prefer present tense but if it's too hard for everyone to keep up with, we can totally change :) ))
What does it mean to me to be a Latent? Well, I like to think that the smaller you are, the bigger adventures you can encounter. For others, the smaller you are, the more things you have to fear. Like the Giant people.
I've always been intrigued by the Giant people, perhaps a little too intrigued. But I was always ever so fascinated with the idea that they carry on through life believing there is nothing bigger than them. No risk of anyone stepping on them because they have the largest feet. They create their own societies and worlds instead of hiding within another. It had always been a passion of mine to investigate the Giants. See what they think, feel, or do.
The idea of investigation however, is not really a priority for other Latent people. Especially my mom. Ever since my father died at the foot of a Giant, my mom vowed to herself to keep my brother and I completely out of harm's way. Her fear of my curiousity was her simple justification for turning our small Latent cottage...into an isolated prison.
But as she knows now, I do not respond well to barriers. I become restless and curious. I used to escape every night and sneak onto the Giant's roof to see something other Latents had only read about. Stars. I found them so beautiful and magical in the way they could light up a dark night like that. Anyways, I had been sneaking around to see them for a good 3 years until my mother caught me and well, here I am. On a Latent bus travelling past the sleeping beds of this Giant house to "Parva Boarding School".
It's a school for the troubled kids, the misfits, the ones Latent people just can't understand. Kids like me.
There's only one real question I've been pondering. Will this be a new great adventure? Or a whole new kind of prison. Only time will tell.
((I love the idea of first person though I am not used to writing in it. It feels to me like the way you wrote Samantha was almost as if it was a journal entry. Is that sort of what you are aiming for? Obviously without the 'dear diary' part though but is it kinda like a review of things that have already happened? I like it and will do my best to stick to it! ))
Well, life goes as it has ever since I arrived here at this crazy school, almost exactly a year and a half ago, since my half birthday is in three days. I have devolped a routine; I wander the halls between studying and classes, I look for new things to investigate and discover. Today I found out that the food in the cafeteria isn't really food at all. I was sneeking around the storage rooms on the lower level of the school building when I came across a box which had a curious smell coming from it. Upon futher investigation, I found that though the lable on it clearly identified the contents as 'Black Bean Chili', in fact the stuff inside was a strange mix of cardboard, water, and paprika. I have now vowed never to eat the school's chili again, and more investigation is needed to determine what other dishes are made of substitute ingredients.
I try not to think about home too much, I miss my dad and brother, Tyler, almost every day, but I am sure they are doing alright even though they haven't written in a while. I try to imagine what Ty looks like now, I haven't seen him since he turned 8, and Im sure he has grown up beyond imagining. Still, I like this school as much as anyone can like a place for 'special' kids which is supposed to squash all creativity out of you. Most of my teachers are pretty cool and though I don't really have friends, the other kids are fun to observe. I try to smile and keep a positive outlook, as my mother always used to tell me to do, and I do love the mysteries of this place! So much to learn, so much to see.
I hope I can figure out something to do about the chili problem, maybe I will mention it to some of my friends and warn them not to eat it, but they will probably laugh at me, so it's not really worth it. Maybe I will complain to a teacher or the nice lunch lady the next chance I get. Well, what ever I do, I will have to watch my step, or maybe more my mouth.
(( Well, there was this one RP I did last year where we all did it first person present tense. It gave off the illusion that you were really in the character's mind while you read it. I did the first one almost like a review of previous events leading up to getting on the bus which is probably why it came off as a journal lol i'll make a new post momentarily as my other character to show you what I mean ))
It appears to be chili day in the cafeteria again. Boy do I love that chili!
I scan the cafeteria for an empty seat. There's a small girl by a table whom I don't know. Time for a proper introduction.
But what accent will it be today? I think I may have offended a person or two with the Scottish one yesterday. I need something cool, but not over done to match my new personna.
I retrace any Giant accent I had heard in my previous travels.
I pop my collar and walk over to the brown haired girl and plop myself in the seat next to her.
"Good'eye mate!" I say as I extend my hand to shake hers.
I walked into the cafeteria, my black leather jacked hung open showing off my dangerously low cut grey tank top styled top. It falls only to my stomach, showing off more skin than it should. I didn't care. My father hated this shirt. Almost as much as he hated the way guys looked at me when I walked past. I selected a apple walking behind the counter not having to wait in line. It was a perk of your dad being practically in charge of the school I guess. I grew up here, this place is my home. A kid in the corner through a punch and I heard a scream. This was normal. This was where all the kids too bad for other places were sent. To be honest, I'd likely be a really nice kid in a normal place. This however isn't the case. So I act like they do to fit in.
I walled to my normal table, and there was a boy alone at it. "Your in my seat." I snapped and I have never seen someone move so fast. I sat down my black boots clomping with the silver zippers up the sides of them. They had heals about six inches tall; they were my favorite shoes. I looked up to see at the table beside mine had two kids sitting at it that I had never seen before. Not saying a word I took a bite out of my apple.
This was my normal morning. Not really the picture perfect place to grow up but it worked. Especially when you could run the place without getting in trouble for it. Thanks dad.
((Ok Ill try that... thanks and I asume Jonas is talking to Piper? haha ))
"Hi...?" I say, smiling slightly. Who is this guy? Poped colar... cocky ... Accent... fake? I know I have seen this guy around, is he the one who lies? Complusive liar? Yea, I think so, must be.
"You know the chili isn't real chili, right?" I say nodding towards the bowls of red glop I see scattered all over the room. My own tray is sparingly empty, a small side of fruit and a chocolate milk which I had to ponder for nearly a minute before I decided that even if it was fake, it's too good to not buy for lunch. A pick up a sorry looking piece of unidentifiable fruit and inspect it before putting it in my mouth and realizing it is supposed to be a grape. Hey, at least I can tell what it is supposed to be. I smile a bit sheepishly at the boy again, usure what else to do. I don't think I have had anyone come sit with me since I first came, and definitely not an older boy...
"Fake? Ay I had an ideer it was. Last bit of real meat I had was back down under with ma mate Mich." I stare skeptically at the fruit on her plate.
"I say, you ever eaten a gater?"
"Hey curly hair, heads up, don't talk to liar boy." I yelled over to them, I recognized that boy... He was the one my father always complained about. The one who could come up with stuff a little bit funnier than 'my dog ate my homework.' I joked over my shoulder. This whole place was way too annoying. It was all a big lie. Sadly liar boy wasn't the biggest liar around here. She was. I took another bite out of my apple then turned it over. I was now sitting with my feet propped up on the table, a small smile on my face. If I was lucky someone would come sit at my table again so I could chuck the half eaten apple at them.
I am now enterring the lunchroom for my first time. I'm slightly excited to meet everyone here. But I am also slightly nervous. What if no one likes me?
Well, worst comes to worse, I'll be eating by myself today and...I think I can live with that.
I get my bowl of chili and look around the cafeteria. I am suddenly startled when I see a boy stand up on his table and exclaim:
"Aye! There's a gater now!"
He yells as he points to this red headed girl.
"Um... no I haven't eaten alligator ever and I... I um, don't think those things actually exsist, so... I doubt you eaten it either." I say to the guy. Then, I jump at a voice from the table over from mine. My eyes widen slightly, as I see who had spoken, it was that Kit girl. Did... did she just talk to me? I turn my head to look at the table behind me, maybe she was talking to someone over there, but no. She had talked to me. To me... Piper Restly, misfit, oddball, and detective in training. I bite my lip trying to figure out what to say back to her as I look down at my fruit wondering what it is actually made of.
The Parva cafeteria; probably like the most disgusting place ever made, but hey, its great for girl watching and for flashing smiles and melting hearts. I am surrounded by my usual gang; the populars, eating chili. Lexi is next to me, giggling profusely about who knows what. God she is so stupid, like, there is nothing in her head but maybe a few pairs of shoes and a couple pounds of make-up, but hey dating a cheerleader has it's perks too…
I look around and see that girl, Kit, sitting where she always sits, alone and looking really hot but also… well, scary I guess. I have never been able to figure her out, ever since I came to Parva, I have been trying to learn about her. She thinks she owns the school just because her dad practically does. Her attitude is hard to figure out too, and really I find her fascinating, though of course I will never tell Lexi that or anyone else for that matter. I look around again, a new girl has just entered, someone I have never seen. Ooo… newbies, love them, so entertaining. I smile my crooked and cockiest smile at her from across the room and give her a wink. This earns me a slap from Lexi. She starts to give me a lecture, but I have stopped listening to her lectures since they are alway the same. Instead I look back around the room, trying to figure out what the best way to escape would be if there was a fire.
Looking around the rest of the cafeteria, I see a few more empty chairs near huge tables filled with energetic students. A boy with brown hair at one table smiles and winks at me. It was very flirty and he is cute...but judging by the slap from the girl next to him...he's probably too dangerous of an adventure for me to take.
I go over to where that one boy was standing on the table. He's still on the table, but now he's exploring through people's lunches claiming "Don't worry. I'm a proffessional."
I sit next to a girl with curly brown hair.
"Hi! Is this seat taken?" I ask with a friendly smile.
"Nope!" I say looking up with a smile at a new girl. She has blonde hair and is probably a year or two older than me.
"You are new here." I say mater of factly, "I'm Piper, nice to meet you. And by the way, I wouldn't eat the chili if I were you." I add looking back at my fruit. I still can't get over the fact that Kit Petite talked to me, I sneek a look back at her and feel a wave of jealousy at how easy she is with everything, how relaxed she is... how cool. I am also trying to figure out what happened with the liar guy. I really have no idea what that was about, but hey this is Parva so it's pretty normal. I look back up at the new girl and try to give her a reasuring smile that says, don't worry, it's always like this.