Jump to content
Tallygarunga | The Australian Potterverse

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'Complete'.



More search options

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Get Started
    • Information & Applications
    • Administration
    • Character Resources
    • The OOC Cafe
  • Events
    • 2018 End of Year Tally Bash
    • 2019 Australia Day at the Lakes
  • Tallygarunga
    • Tuckshop Newsagency
    • The Gawler Building
    • Kookynie Halls
    • Southern Cross Tower
    • Eureka Underground Hallway
    • Tarnagulla Centre
    • Whitlam Bilby Wing
    • The Grounds
  • Narragyambie
    • Murrigal Bushland
    • Tallygarunga Road
    • Calder Avenue
    • Koonyah
    • Lausler Park
  • Melbourne
  • All Other Places...
  • Advertising and Affiliation
  • Musician's Club's Topics

Blogs

There are no results to display.

There are no results to display.

Calendars

  • Tallygarunga School Calendar
  • VMU Calendar
  • Event Schedules

Categories

  • New Student Enrollment
  • New Adult Registration
  • Tally Students
    • Sturt
    • Bourke
    • Spencer
    • Flinders
    • Whitlam Bilby Juniors
  • Tally Staff
  • Narragyambie
  • Melbourne
  • Ministry of Magic
  • Victoria Magical University
  • Visitors
  • Character Archive

Categories

  • Get Started
    • Rules & Procedures
    • Character Creation
    • Community Guides
    • Species
  • Tallygarunga Academy of Magic
  • Wizarding Australia
  • Aussie Culture

Categories

  • Flinders House Points
  • Spencer House Points
  • Bourke House Points
  • Sturt House Points

Categories

  • Births and Deaths
  • Relationships
  • Education
  • Employment
  • Other Life Events
  • Setting Events

Categories

  • Tally's Most Wanted
  • Plot & Job Opportunities
  • NPCs & Other Character Inspiration

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


Profile Link


Birthdate - Day

 
or  

Birthdate - Month

 
or  

Birthday - Year

 
or  

Job Title


Species


Blood Status


Pronouns


Played By


Wand


Patronus


Time Zone


Splotting

Found 494 results

  1. It had been an interesting few days, Max had been trying some new spells she had learned, her room might not have been the best place to practice such spells, but she had managed to keep everything intact, except maybe for a pile of dirty clothes she had sorted to do laundry, a pile of clothes that were caught on fire but that Max was able to extinguish before it got any bigger. Her roommate seemed to be inside the trunk, it was perfect. Max got dressed quickly, she didn’t want her roommate to start asking too many questions, but she couldn’t also leave without saying anything. Max picked whatever she needed plus her violin. “I’m going to practice.” She dashed out the door before anyone could say anything. Did she need the violin? No, but she also didn’t want her roommate to come up and see the violin case, that would only make her taunt Max some more. The redhead found refuge someplace around the school, so she used the ring to be able to sneak into the Sturt’s dormitories. She smiled as she touched the ring on her finger, remembering the night Senan had given it to her, and the stupid joke she had made. She sighed in disappointment with herself, but she couldn’t stop feeling happy that she had it, perhaps even a little bit nervous about it. She smiled as she walked to her destination. Upon arrival she was able to sneak in when someone got inside, she was invisible not a ghost. She tried to follow the instructions and hopefully she wouldn’t get into the wrong room. She had found the room she wanted, now she just had to go in. Should she knock? Should she just go inside? What if he was inside and wasn’t decent? A faint red color invaded her cheeks, and once more she was disappointed at herself for even thinking something like that. She decided to knock. “Senan?” she spoke, only loud enough for him to hear as she knocked on the door. “It’s me…I’m going in.” she waited a while before opening the door and going inside closing the door behind her. The effect of the ring disappeared, and Max waved at the boy as she tried to make as little noise as possible. “Hey. I brought everything and my roommate won’t even suspect I told her I was going to practice.” She said showing the violin case while giving him a big bright smile. She put it on the ground, took off her footwear, putting it next to the violin case and took a few glasses out of a bag, along with the sunglasses she had previously mentioned. “I think these will do, it’s not as obvious as sunglasses.” She spoke as she approached him. “How are you?” she stared at him, still smiling, hopefully, she won't say anything stupid.
  2. Dull. That was the one word Chloe had to describe this extravagant event she was forced to attend, at the behest of her mother. Dull. The Sturt felt so out of place in that ball it was ridiculous. Having extricated herself from her date (how on Earth had she even gotten one?), the girl decided to cool off by an open balcony. She just needed a breather. A breather she would never get because a half-Veela decided to enter her immediate vicinity, and with her went Chloe's capacity to think, as usual. She watched as another girl seemed to be taking a break - she knew her from talking a few times before from past circumstances, but nothing beyond that. Most of the time, it was just the fact Chloe's gaze darted to the Bourke involuntarily, much to her chagrin. How she hated that attraction... Taking a deep breath, she attempted to steel her nerves. The bright smile she got on sight made it quite difficult. "Hey, Chloe!" Samantha greeted the Sturt. She was all too aware of what was going on in the older girl's mind; but, for once, it didn't actually bother her. This was because she knew Chloe wouldn't do a thing about it, and she actually looked bothered by the effect the passive charm had on her. "I didn't expect to see you here. You look good!" She complimented the choice of attire - a navy dress that hugged her frame nicely, and displayed the lean musculature of the woman. Even so, it wasn't that revealing. Whoever had picked it for her definitely went for the 'give just enough to want more' look, although it was disturbing to think someone would actually think that fit the girl's vibe. "...Thanks. You too." Awkward as she was, that was one social aptitude she did have. She then stood silently, having no means of pursuing a conversation; the ball was in Samantha's court. It was perhaps for the best, the Bourke was a natural. "Did you come here on your own?" Probably not. The headshake confirmed her suspicion. "Who did you come with?" "A friend of my sister's." He had invited her for some reason. Why hadn't he invited her sister instead? She'd never know. "What about you?" "Tyson McKennis." Chloe's eyes lit up in recognition. Samantha pointed him over in the crowd inside the hall, and waved at him. "He's leaving this year, so I figured I might as well go for a last hurrah, you know? I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to dance with him at a ball like this in my life, so I have to do it tonight." Tyson McKennis. That was an interesting choice - one she herself had considered prior to being asked to the event. Perhaps it was for the best that she didn't go through with it, as it granted Samantha the opportunity to do so. It didn't bother her that much either way; if anything, she just wanted to go back to the dormitories. "I'm assuming you're not going back inside for a while. Mind if I keep you company? It's getting a bit exhausting." Samantha leaned on the balcony. Chloe didn't protest, but she couldn't help but hope Sam's magnetic presence didn't end up attracting her fans to that little spot...
  3. "Don't even think about it. I'm positive it's jinxed." Rachel looked up from the mistifying punch bowl - how stereotypical was that for a ball? - upon a familiar voice reaching her ears. Her gaze landed on Lisa Knotley, an acquaintance whom had just made herself comfortable by leaning back against the table that thing was resting on, arms crossed under her chest, and visibly surveying the area with little interest. Was the ball too boring an event for her? 'For someone who went outta their way to dress like that, ya'd think they'd be the life 'o the party.' "Jinxed? Huh." Did Tallygarunga have some sort of past with spiked punches? "Yes. I don't know if it's the bowl or the liquid itself, but if you want to start off the year without having detention for half of it, I'd suggest you leave it alone. It sucks --trust me, I know-- but it is what it is. There are always better ways to... influence, teenage minds anyway." The blonde suggested. A spell here and there would cause a bit of much needed chaos in that otherwise boring party. That, and, she'd be able to fully get rid of her handsy date. "Fine then." Letting go of her nefarious plan (for the time being), Rachel turned around and leaned back against the table as well. "No counter-curse or anything?" "I can't counter-curse a spell when I don't know which it is. I could find out, but that always takes a while. By then everyone will be back at the dorms." Bummer. "There are easier ways to meddle with the event that don't need alcohol anyway." "You got any ideas?" Rachel's fingertips tapped the underside of the table in a rhythm as she rested against it. Magic could be a hell of a trip, but they needed to be smart about it so not to get caught. "Get back to me later on that one. This party is so dull that it managed to slow my brain somewhat. I have to think on it."
  4. The scream ripped from her throat and carried around the comfortable three bedroom house rather easily, more so because Issy made sure that she had put a little magical boost behind the scream so that the other single occupant would hear her wail. The reason behind this was because she was going to blame said occupant for the thing that had made that scream depart her larynx. The thing she was screaming at had also made the young witch back into a wall as he scuttled it’s eight legged way too some kind of safety. The sad fact was said creature was probably more scared of a tall woefully under legged and under eyed thing that was screaming, than the thing itself. This thought, had it occurred to Isolda, might have made her laugh at her own cowardice, as she practically hyperventilated as the offending creature, which was nothing more than a common house spider. Once the beast had scuttled off to some kind of safety, Issy found her breath enough to push off of the wall and march out the bathroom, heading to where she knew the second occupant of the house was likely too be. She had made her mind up that somehow he new housemate was some kind of spider king. Before he’d moved into her home, her life had been largely spider free with the occasional interloper crawling in and landing on her face during the night. She could forgive the occasional spider getting passed the charm she had put up that was supposed to steer them too a different place, as opposed to the one she’d originally been offered which killed spiders that crossed the threshold of her abode. After all she was scared of spiders but she didn’t wish them harm; they were living creatures with any much right to live as everything else. She would just prefer it if they didn’t live within her vicinity. “Jasper!” she called as she walked down the corridor that connected the bathroom to the rest of the single story building. It had been a little over two weeks since he was assigned as her partner in the international wizarding police and moved into her home, since he needed ‘monitoring’. In that times the spiders had gone from the occasional ballsy interloper too a full of infestation, well, that was a bit over dramatic but she had noticed a steep increase in eight legged activity. Turning the corner and through one of the doors she finally found her far too attractive for his own good partner doing whatever attractive and trying to reform criminals did. She stood at the threshold of the room looking at him, a mildly annoyed look forming of her face. “I swear you are some kind of spider man or king.” she started, she had yet to explain this theory to him but was bloody well was going too right then “You’ve been here two weeks and in those two weeks I have seen more spiders than in my entire life and I live in Australia where they hide under the toilet seat!” arms crossed over her chest, knowing she looked and sounded ridiculous but still carrying on with her tirade “So whatever Arachnidtounge abilities you have, use it to make them leave.” then because she was raised with some kind of manners, she added the socially expected “Please.”
  5. Max could already sense the holidays just around the corner, they were already in late-March and it wasn’t that long before she could finally relax from the stress of classes, at least not during the holidays and she could enjoy the weather before winter decides to ruin most of her plans to walk around outside and do some exercise. Before the weather became more unstable Max thought it would be a good idea to hang in the Centre Courtyard, doing what, she wasn’t sure but it would be good to catch some fresh air after classes, perhaps even take her violin to practice, or perhaps her old sketchbook, it had been a while since the last time she made a fun doodle about classes and everyday events that life throws at people when they least expect. Upon arriving to the Centre Courtyard, she saw how other gathered there, it wasn’t such a good idea to just sit under a tree and do whatever she wanted, but after a few minutes of standing there like a fool most students left to go to class. She smiled as everyone left the scene, she could be in peace and quite doing whatever she wanted without having people staring at her. Some students seemed to be curious about the violin as they left, it didn’t bother her, they weren’t going to stay there and listen to her anyway. She made her way through the tables and sat in her favorite spot, on the grass under a tree. First thing she did was take out a sketch pad from her backpack to make a few doodles, simple things, not much technique was needed to make a small comic with an amusing everyday life event, the simple act of skateboarding and ending up taking a dive in a fountain was always funny and cute to draw. She looked at her violin, she was planning on practice a little, deciding against it shortly after sitting down under the tree.
  6. It seemed that every school was the same, kids were always getting hurt, but it seemed that in Tally is was more common than she had anticipated. Two days ago, she had someone who came to her with a broken nose, she didn’t even want to hear the story behind that one, and on the same day someone had shown up with a broken arm, what were these kids doing to get hurt? Trying to fly through walls? Earlier that day someone had actually tried to fly through a wall, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. Her most common patients were Spencers and the Quidditch players, while some got hurt with their own pranks or the pranks of their fellow house comrades the others got injured during practice. The order was running a bit late, it was already later in the afternoon. She wasn’t in need of anything at the moment as the Hospital Wing was completely empty, she just wished that the delivery comes before kids start showing up with scraped knees and broken noses. She was starting to wonder if the order was late when it arrived. Live watched as the boxes were pilling on her desk. “Great.” She said with a smile on her face. As much as Liv hated seeing kids getting hurt, she had to keep the stock full, being in a school where students were prone to accidents was more complicated than she thought. Taking candy from her top drawer she happily began restocking the shelves and taking notes of what had arrived and what hadn’t. “Hmmm…I seem to be missing some ingredients…” she commented to herself, a bit upset that not all of her ingredients have arrived. Vials flew orderly out of the boxes and onto their respective places on the shelves, herbs did the same but to their correct containers as Liv watched and made an inventory of all the new items.
  7. Ashkar Gastrell ● 44 ●Enrollment Officer ● Undercover IWP Agent ● Muggleborn Sassy, direct and oh so very British, Ashkar is a guy that has never pulled his punches. A former (but not reformed) criminal who was eventually caught and offered the option of Azkaban or working for the International Wizarding Police, he went for the later. Now working with another agent he is undercover at Tallygarunga, acting as protection for the children and staff alike. Ash is in a presumed relationship with Elektra. Aside from that, again I am open for anything. Interactions with staff, parents, children and just the general population Holly Bennett ● 24 ● Narrie Resident ● Single Mum / Radio Host ● Halfbreed (Veela) Miss Bennetts been through a lot. The product of a week long affair with a man who until recently was unnamed. Losing her Mother at of 12 and then for year being cared for by her step-father who just couldn't cope. She was placed in foster care and for the remainder of her childhood has been through both good and bad homes. This has only caused the young girl to be driven though, studying hard at school. A single mum at sixteen made this much harder, but somehow she made her grades got into the VMU and a part time gig as a radio host to pay the bills. After a recent fight for her daughters life, Holly has dropped out of VMU, bought a house and decided to focus on her career on the wizarding wireless, her daughter and learning more about her biological father - Matthew Belmont. Cat McNeedleclaws ● 60+ ● Familiar (Cursed) ● Homeless ● Pureblood Most people would have run into Cat in the form she prefers, which is that of a black cat. Cursed by her family over sixty years ago because she fell in love with a muggle. The curse gave her the ability to take on the form of a cat and turned her magical powers inwards, causing her to become a almost reservoir of excess power. People who've come into contact with the black cat may have noticed an increase in their magical gifts when she's around. There is also a rumor that this cat can awaken powers in Squibs for short periods of time, but, who listens to rumors? Remi Cornfoot ● 17 ● Flinders ● Odd duck ● Half Blood If you are knocking about Tally, you've probably ran into - or been ran into by - this tiny pile of energy. Having spent the first sixteen years of her life within a Cult that beliefs would make the most open minded witch or wizard shake in their boots. She escaped (with the name of an unnamed relative) moved into her own caravan in a less savory part of Melbourne and started attending Tallygarunga. Optimistic, impressed by everything, curious just about everything and somewhat naive, she seems to be easy pickings for the harsher elements of school and real life; though she is not above defending herself or people she cares for with a wand or fist. In this first year of school she has found she has a natural talent at Potions and Dueling. Who knows what the second year of her school life will bring? Isolda Richards ● 27 ● Healer ● IWP Agent ● Pure Blood Perky, Sassy and very much a Bourke in her school days. Isolda is one of the daughters of a very pro blood purity family. A family her time at Tallygarunga made her come to dislike intensely, however, she used them to get herself through school, university and settled into her first job as a Healer. Then she walked away from those who raised her and their bigoted views, got a job with the International Wizarding Police and living her life the way she feels it should be lived. She is the half sister of Evelyn Parsons. Her most recent goal is rescue her sister Meadow Richards from the clutches of their family and wage a war of her roommate and IWP partner, Jasper or as she likes to call him The Spider King or Spider Man. Albertine Bellerose ● 16 ● Spencer ● Inventor ● Pure Blood
  8. Night had well and truly fallen. The heat was excrutiating, and for Vladimir and his dhampiric nature he kept himself inside during the daylight hours as much as possible. The sun was no good to his skin, and when he was out and about, his blood had much work to do in order to keep himself in shape, and at full strength. It was taxing, and as Vladimir lay in bed that night, he could feel his thirst rising. He shut his eyes, attempting to blot out anything else from his senses, but all that served was to augment the hunger within him. Warm, sweet, energized blood. He ran his tongue over his fangs, taking a deep breath in, then out. Sitting up in bed, he knew he would not sleep this night. The heat and his thirst were too much for his mind and body to handle. Vladimir began to pace his room, glancing at his cello before he shook that idea from his mind. No, it was not the time for such - he did not want to alert the other denizens of the home to his presence, to his state of being right now. He let his hands comb through his hair, hold the side of his temples as he grit his teeth. He was stronger than his urges, of course, but that did not mean they were easy for him to fight off. He needed fresh blood, and he needed it soon. Putting on a robe to cover the boxers he wore, Vladimir tied the belt and escaped the four walls of his room that seemingly mocked him for his thirst. A true monster, wanting the taste of human sustenance, but he couldn't help himself. Still, he knew what he needed to do, who he needed to see, if she were awake and would have his company. She had made him promise to seek her out if he needed her help in this way, and he was ready to put himself in her hands. He trusted her. He bloody well loved her at this point, though he had yet to speak such words aloud. Approaching Améa's door, Vladimir gently knocked, and then spoke quietly, "Améa... may I see you, please?" And then, because it was the safer option, he called out through their telepathy, I need your help.
  9. Tag: @Derrick Ackers Date: Just numbers OOC Notes: no comments without my lawyer She wondered why things in Australia were so different from some places she had been in, especially the weather, how it was summer in January? Whoever oversaw the weather should be fired, it was the season of snow and warming up next to the fire while waiting for spring to come along and bring it’s joy back into the world, but not in Australia, it was hot, she was sweating, and she was hating the weather. Andrea should be used to the weather by now but being a creature of habits, she would rather complain than to do anything about it. Andrea arrived at the school, she just hoped they had some air conditioner inside. One might ask why doesn’t she use her ability? Well, the answer is quite simple, she prefers complaining about the situation, besides, there are machines that do that. Once inside she wished she had a map or at least some sort of indication to where she was meant to go. She approached a board but there was nothing in it, next logical action, at least to her complicated self was to ask someone, why did she have to talk to people in her first time there? She was expecting things to go smoothly, but she should have expected something like this was going to happen. She approached someone and gently tapped them on the shoulder. "Excuse me, can you please tell me where I can find the school's layout? Or tell me which way is this classroom?" she asked, pointing at the name on the paper she had on her hand; hopefully this person wasn't some random idiot that didn't know where the classroom was.
  10. The last thing that Senan had wanted to do had been the very thing that had been expected of him. To place himself into the society, meld in as a foreigner trying to get used to the culture and the way that the country had worked and act as a student would act. He should have aimed for a much lower scale of an attempt such as some kind of sports game or maybe waited until some kind of school pep rally hit the scene. However, the longer he waited the more difficult it would have been for him to complete the missions that had been expected of him to handle. So, he found himself at what the many locals called 'Australia Day' and luckily he didn't need to pretend to be blown away by the excitement that pooled from the crowd and how easily many just fell into the different activities that had been scattered around the grounds. It had been enough for his mouth to drop agape, an eyebrow to arch and his head tilted in bewilderment. 'I am not sure if I should consider this ridiculous or impressive. Ugh. . . Means I have to go and actually get involved in this too?' A sigh of partial disgust exhausted from his lips as his mind confirmed that that his involvement needed to be much more inclusive. As easy that thought pressed through his mind his demeanor shifted putting on a mask that befitted a person who had been amazed like a tourist that wanted to experience every aspect of the event. Like a Teenager, trying to find just anything to do to keep occupied and fun by his 'own' standards. He passed by the various BBQ stands, the need for hunger hadn't hit him and he hadn't wanted to risk the fact that some maybe using tools that could be more of an annoying itch to him due to his Fae heritage. Instead, he waited in line for a bit from one of the cold drink sellers and scored himself a bottle of water and rerouted to the lakeside. Silver-Greyish eyes followed the motion of the stream as the light of the sun glistened and his attention jumped from one person to the next - it seemed a few had been playing water polo and others had been chucking a series of water balloons at one another. Admittedly, the water polo shenanigans that had been played out grew enticing to him, though that meant that he needed to take the watery plunge and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be -that- inclusive with people. Senan glanced around once more and saw a collection of balloon's filled to full tightness and the urge had finally hit him to do something, anything, that would allow him to get on the right track. Taking up a purple balloon in hand gently he offered a light squeeze to get an idea of not only its weight but just how sturdy it'd been while being so compromised. 'Just as I expected. . . It's a balloon designed just to slip some water into. Pretty good.' He scanned the are smoothly trying to determine the perfect target that seemed as if they'd be in some form of water war already and then pulled his arm back and tossed the purple balloon through the air towards them.
  11. Guest

    Jinoa

    HOME • RULES • PLOT • ADVERTISE
  12. It unfortunately took Diana nearly a whole month to be able to visit her brother again in school, a fact she chastised herself for. What kind of sister was she? It didn't matter if she got proverbially buried by work and people of interest that she had to follow through on, she actually needed to make an effort to be there for the kid at every step of the way. Even if it had been years, Merlin knew what kind of damage she had caused to his psyche after yanking him away from their parents without consent; the least she could do would be to actually be there for him and ensure he'd never feel isolated again. Isolation. That was something she needed in copious amounts. She felt like she talked enough to people for a lifetime over the course of February, but at the moment, that had to wait. Her school sources (what an odd thing to call them) had informed her that an old friend managed to attain a job in its premises; in the Hospital Ward, no less, wherein she was presently walking, heading straight for the nurse's office. Her former roommate and close friend made her grand return to Narragyambie and hadn't informed her. That couldn't stand! She was the last person she had to meet before swiping left on the demanding realm that was socialization. It was almost unlike Diana to feel so giddy about surprising someone like this - but to be fair, she hadn't seen the girl in years. And that long wait was about to end! The journalist opened the door to the office silently, peeking her head out from behind it and surveying the room, having a look-see to find Olivia.
  13. Attention, Students & Professors! Term One is ending soon! Please finalise your class threads and ensure any applicable homework and/or house points adjustments are submitted by April 5, 2019. You can find a list of active classes by checking the Active Classes list. For more information about how classes are roleplayed at Tallygarunga, check out the How Classes Are Played and Studying at Tallygarunga threads.
  14. In the short time Maddison had been attending the University the library had quickly become a safe haven from the busy campus. City life was not treating her well, she was over cautious at all times, unless she was in her room or situated with her back to a wall. Much like she was now. It hadn’t taken her long to find a desk in a corner of the library, where most didn’t venture to. It was nice, almost like her secret space. She had numerous textbooks spread out on the table, a notebook filled to the brim in front of her and earphones plugged into both ears playing music through her magical adjusted music player that she was humming lightly to. Maddison planned to spend a couple of hours here before heading home. As much as she didn’t mind her roommate, the other girl made it hard to study in peace there. Those plans quickly came crashing down around her when she felt another’s presence take up the other side of the table. Slowly she raised her head from her work to decide if this person was worth fleeing from.
  15. Guest

    The Shula Region

    [align=center][url=http://shula.proboards.com][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z4XIvfY.jpg[/img][/url] [url=http://shula.proboards.com/thread/3/plot]Plot[/url] ~ [url=http://shula.proboards.com/thread/1/basic-rules]Rules[/url] ~ [url=http://shula.proboards.com/thread/4/rare-pokemon]Rares[/url] ~ [url=http://shula.proboards.com/thread/19/class]Classes[/url] ~ [url=http://shula.proboards.com/board/42/link-back]Link Back[/url] [/align]
  16. So just a couple of ideas for possible character plots/threads. I’m completely open to tossing characters into any situation as I think that is the best way for characters to grow and for great story-lines to happen 😊 I’m probably more reachable on discord (Raven#2335 aka Bella) but I will try to check the site at least every couple of days if you tag/message me here. Maddison Brown Muggleborn Witch * 19 * VMU Student * Veterinary Healing Maddison was raised with her younger brother on their family’s dairy farm, she is the only one in the family that has magic. As such the family faces it with anxiety and caution. Maddison is a quiet and private person and it can take her a long time to trust new people enough to open up and let them see what she keeps behind her walls - she is a loyal and caring friend to those she trusts. Her determination and passion is centred around helping animals of all kinds and it’s her dream to work in a field that will let her do this. Ideas:
  17. Guest

    Black Clover RP

    ♣ HOME ♣ LINK BACK ♣
  18. Humiliation was not a feeling Lisa was particularly fond of, but it was something she had to subject herself to for the greater good of the interschool team. It wasn't the first time she had gone through such a thing; in fact, from the moment she took up the mantle of Captain of both teams she was a part of, such events seemed to stack up pretty quickly, by coincidence and otherwise. That afternoon was doomed to be one of them. But, at least, she wouldn't be caught dead complaining about her responsibilities, opting to face them head on instead. She had requested a fellow Captain of another team, as well as a Chaser under her in the interschool team - Aspen Clarke - to meet up with her at The Drunken Roo a little while after their regular training session ended. There was a big problem Lisa was contending with that could use the advice of an upperclassman as to how to handle it - she couldn't raise the morale of either of her teams. A portion of the people working with her complained the training sessions she put together were too harsh, and, unfortunately, few seemed as focused on playing and winning as she was. A thorn on her side, certainly, and she didn't plan to let up; if they had a problem, they could go play for another team. What she could do, however, was motivate them to give their best somehow. And that would be where Aspen would come in. Lisa hadn't waited to walk together to the bar (which was fortunately old enough to visit). She had already sat down at a booth, crossed her legs under the table and ordered a simple watermelon slush, which she lightly sipped from the straw caught between her lips. Despite how sore her body was from two back-to-back training sessions that day (Sturt, and Interschool teams), her composure didn't seem affected at all by it as she still exuded an aura of superiority without much issue. She glanced out the window to distract herself as she waited for the senior Bourke, trying not to contend with thoughts that would inevitably make her frustrated and exacerbate the humiliation she was about to endure.
  19. Though she had tried to ignore the strange feeling which she didn't like, it was difficult for Lorelei when she had to attend the same classes, and sense where a person was that she was trying to avoid. The only way so far that she was able to relax and collect her thoughts these days was when she could wander off to her hiding spot in the bush. A little grove that was near impossible to get through due to overgrowth around it, but easy for her because she could simply teleport there at will. With a small pond that was joined to the Korrowi Creek, and a comfortable grassy patch and good shade, she was able to find some peace on her own without her body and emotions being affected by whatever strangeness was going on. She just needed time. That was all. Lorelei was certain that if she just had some time to think over the possibilities of what troubled her, and how she could prevent them, or even be rid of the feelings that she didn't like, then she would be able to return to normal soon and not feel like she had to avoid someone everywhere that she went in the school. Of course, she had an inkling that it might be noticed. Where she had used to bump into him around the school just to say hi, she had been instead sensing where he was and making sure she wasn't there at the same time. She didn't sit next to him in class. She hid away during lunch... like right now. It seemed like a good plan to her. At least until she could sort herself and not be overcome by what she assumed were silly teenage feelings or hormones or whatever it was that flustered her when she remembered Australia Day, or made her feel a lump in her throat at reading some of the QuillBook messages that she'd seen recently. And so, the teenager sat near the pond, on a small grassy knoll, with a book in hand and singing softly in a language that few people in the world even knew existed outside of the small hidden island she'd been born on. Like her mother, she was gifted in vocal talent. She was gifted in a number of talents, but was still struggling to work out what was hers. And that was made only more difficult by the distraction that had been created by a boy. Still... she sighed softly in between verses. She did miss spending time with him and she couldn't help but wander what he was doing with his time. Likely getting himself checked in for tonight. The thought caused a small frown. She's acquired Wolfsbane, but hadn't been able to tell him yet because of the silly way she was feeling. Maybe next month.
  20. Guest

    Fugue State [JCINK]

    JCINK Premium ♦ 2+yr old ♦ 18+ ♦ 20+ speciesThere was no grand ta da! No sudden realization that your neighbors could conjure fire or transformed at the whim of the moon. This world has never been anything other than what it is now, a free-for-all, a melting pot of species and people that have always been predisposed to magic. It's not a sleepy little town, we're not tucked away in the mountains somewhere.This is a the sprawling city of San Francisco, the city by the bay. Our city. A financial testament built around the import and export of goods and a naval hub that has a vast and rich history. A city foreshadowed by a prison that's 'not been used since forever' (a lie, to be sure) and a giant golden gate that's no more gold than it is supported solely on the hopes and dreams of your fellow man. This is the real world and we are its real people.We are real and this is the story of our endurance, every gritty terrible day of it.SITE INFO -- SPECIES -- CLAIMS -- WANT ADS -- CANONS -- LINK BACK
  21. Guest

    Hunters And Drifters

    [center]Home - Plot - Rules - Advertise[/center]
  22. According to Olivia, there was some sort of fan of his life's work in Tallygarunga that she'd like him to meet. He wasn't sure why she wanted to give that girl such a kindness - anyone wanting to go pro would pay attention to the rosters and games of the league and national team - but nonetheless Jamie agreed to it. It wasn't one of those crazed fans that his management was so fond of spawning, from what he could gather; he'd take a respite like that over some lame photo op or autograph signing any day. Plus, it was Sunday. There was no training to be had. He stood in his friend's office in Tallygarunga, waiting for the girl to be brought in. He was told beforehand that he could help himself to some candy resting within one of the top drawers; it took him a couple tries to find the right one, and once he did, he took out a small wrapped candy. Leaning on his friend's desk and looking out the window, he nimbly discarded the wrapping of the candy and placed it in the nearby trash bin. "Been a while since I've tried this..." He muttered to himself as he eyed the piece of candy. Not hearing the door nearby opening, he flicked the candy into the air, aiming his head under it to try and catch it with his mouth; it hit him square on the forehead instead. As the candy slid down his face he managed to catch it, using the other hand to rub the little sore spot the projectile had left on his skin. "Ow..." He could almost hear his sister pointing and laughing at him for that little mishap.
  23. This was one of the many locations she had come to call home. Well, sort of home. She didn’t really have a home anymore. Her last owner had decided they no longer wanted to have her around. Then again they had been old and had little use for a four legged creature that could turn into a two legged one that was rather vocal about their wants, needs and desires. Cat felt that since her mere presence boosted their magical abilities that actually it was a fair trade. The thoughts of her previous owner were pushed out of her thoughts as the door opened. Her ears swiveled at the sounds and she sat up slightly. Her favorite place in this particular location was the best. It did smell of the odd male dog-wizard that called this place called home, along with the several females he brought home and sometimes the different scents could be unsettling it didn’t stop her from making sure her own scent was mingled in with everything. It had taken her a few days of rubbing her scent on things so that the dog-wizard knew she considered it apart of her ever expanding territory. He didn’t seem to mind for the most part, though, she did wish he would stop washing the sleeping place so much. The sounds of footsteps caused Cat to yawn and slowly move onto her feet, stretching her front legs first before moving onto the back ones. Then with all the grace of her species she jumped off the bed and trotted out to meet the owner of the footsteps. Perhaps dog-wizard bought some good food for a change, she thought hopefully, as she rounded a corner with a loud meow too let him know she was present and demanded his attention.
  24. It had been a few years since her sister Vivian disappeared and when it was nearing the day of her sister’s disappearance Aspen was not only impatient she was mostly angry, she was angry at everything and everyone, feeling an overwhelming feeling of sadness whenever she thought of her sister, the feeling of ignorance on the subject didn’t make things any easier, was Vivian live or not? If she is still alive, is she suffering? All this time in the dark about her sister situation has been eating Aspen alive, the feeling of helplessness always by herself whenever she thought of Vivian, which was constantly. Aspen walked to the graveyard as she always did when she needed some advice, being the eldest meant she always needed to have the answer for everything. She found her mother’s grave and sat in front of it. Aspen looked at the gravestone for a few minutes, she wasn’t thinking anything she was just there looking at it. She was sure if their mother was still alive none of that would have happened, they would all be safe. “Do you think she’s still alive?” she asked her mother, who she was sure wasn’t going to answer her back, somehow, she wished it was possible. Aspen had very little memories of her mother, she was still young when she passed away but that didn’t mean all the memories were lost to her. “I don’t know what to do? I'm graduating this year and should I put my life on hold? I don't want the same to happen to Mary or Justice.”
×
×
  • Create New...