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Fissure Zograd | They/them it/its | Gryfn Shifter | Dorm 2 | M: Sylvester | Fissure watched the other pick up the ruined food and winced. They would've hated it if that were their own. They held their candied apple tightly in one hand as they pulled their bag from their back and dug through it. | They wanted to help. Maybe they could find a way to make up for ruining his food. Their feathers still bristled uncomfortably when he glanced at the taller person. | ...at least he isn't as mad as I thought... Unless he's hiding it. Waiting for us to be somewhere private... | Fissure quickly shook off the idea. No. He just doesn't want me wasting my time and money. That's it. No other plans. | They paused their rummaging when the other spoke, and their tail twitched. "...No. I'm a gryfn. An eagle and lion. I was told that I'm a Barbary lion and a crested eagle. Which... I guess explains why my hair looks like this..." | They motion to their hair, which is swept up and back, somewhat reminiscent of the eagle he claims to be half of. And it's rather thick, which must be their lion genes peeking through. Unfortunate that their breed didn't translate to their personality. |
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Ophelia Nightingale Jones |Unknown |F |Shapeshifter |Dorm 2/M:Vax She shifted into her normal human form "h-hey are you okay?" she asked gently. Genuine concern was held in her features. Sure, she didn't know this person but that didn't mean she had to ignore what just happened. |
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Sylvester Montgomery | He/Him | Avian | Dorm 1 | M: Fissure 'A gryfn huh...? That... Weirdly makes sense actually. It at least explains the wings and the weird tail.' Sylvester let his gaze flickered over the stranger once more, taking in the windswept hair as he held back the smallest snort. Fuck they looked ridiculous. Part lion? Had they no pride-? At that thought, Sylvester had to mentally slap his knee for such an internally made bad joke. Now was not the time for his dry humor. They had apologized, and he had somewhat accepted it. So why make it any more than it had to be? He cleared his throat as he stood back up, the ruined food from before gathered in his arms as he gazed back down at the smaller figure before him. "A grfyn... Can't say i'm too familiar with your kind. Part eagle and part lion... Mind my manners, but I was almost expecting ehhh... More." Sylvester stated blandly, his expression turning almost thoughtful. "I suppose you must get that a lot. Not to make assumptions, of course... But surely some would hear a combination of those two creatures and expect some formidable weapon... Big muscles, tall figure, y'know... The works." He added on, before falling awkwardly silent. 'Was that too blunt of me? Maybe I'm being a bit too forward... Eh, who the hell cares. I don't even know their name, but maybe I SHOULD lay off before they turn out to be one of those hidden aces... Looks all scrawny but packs a punch...' Sylvester took the smallest step back as he shifted his weight on his feet. 'What a way to go that'd be. Death by miniscule lifeform... Humiliating.' "You got a name then Sparrow?" He decided to venture on. May as well. He's already wasted enough time here, so what was a few minutes more? His cold gaze settled back to the figure, the golden shine portraying the smallest hint of satisfaction he was granting himself by keeping the nickname he'd made for them. |
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Fissure Zograd | They/them it/its | Gryfn Shifter | Dorm 2 | M: Sylvester | They tensed when he started talking. They knew it. As soon as anyone found out what they were, they were cast out for not being enough. For being weak, for being small, for not being the picture-perfect gryfn. | Then he asks their name and they look at him curiously, almost hopeful that he cares. "Fissure Zograd. You?" | They didn't want to believe the worst of the avian. They wanted a friend, or at least someone who tolerated them enough to stick around. He seems... nice. At least deep down. Maybe he's one of the ones who just don't care for relationships. I can relate. | Fissure's hand closes around one of the snack baggies in their newly acquired thin cotton bag. But maybe he'll warm up? Maybe he just needs a little push. | -----------------------------
| Marx Sylv | he/him | Chimanticore shifter |Dorm 3 | M: Daniel | Okay. He was bored now. Nothing interesting had happened yet. No fights. No bloodshed. There was a slight scent of bloodlust a while ago, but it was long gone now. He pushed off the wall and walked into the large entrance hall of the building. Marx looks around, eyes narrowing at the large crowds. | He decides it's too much. Way too much. His ears hurt and he could feel a sharp stab in his skull. His ears flicked back and he flared his wings to make people move as he stepped into a less crowded hallway. | The sharp metallic scent of fear immediately hits Marx and he has to stop. It only makes his headache worse. He wants to move down the hallway, since it's just about the only way that isn't too hot or dingy, but he can't. How annoying. | Then, Marx spots the three people on a bench. Or, well, person on the bench and two beside it. They were treating the fox he had seen earlier like some kind of monster. It made him ache to show them a real monster. But he held back. | "Hey," he called, getting the attention of the people. |
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Sylvester Montgomery | He/Him | Avian | Dorm 1 | M: Fissure "Fissure... Zo...Grad?? Hm... At least it isn't anything plain like Steven..." He hummed in response, nodding his head a little as he mulled over the given name. Fissure. 'Like... The earth splitting kinda Fissure? If so, that was actually kinda badass.' Sylvester debated for a few long moments about sharing his name. As it usually came, first you gave them your name, next you wouldn't ever know a moments peace ever again. Given everything that had happened up until this point though, he decided why the hell not. He doubted Fissure could bring about anymore trouble than they already had. "Well then... I suppose you can know my name. It's Sylvester. Sylvester Montgomery." He introduced himself properly with the smallest nod of acknowledgement, his expression remaining stoic and cold though. He took this pause in the conversation to make his way to the nearest rubbish bin, kicking off the lid with his foot, before dumping the wasted food unceremoniously into the black bag inside. He watched with the smallest hint of a pout upon his lips at the discarded candied fruit skewer near the top before he leans down to place the lid back over the rubbish bin. '...still really want to try one dammit...' He pushed his pout aside as he glanced back towards Fissure, watching them with that same icy stare he always seemed to have. "So then, Fissure. Are you a new student here too, or have you come back for round 2 of whatever this hell hole has to offer?" He asked gruffly. He wasn't going to hide how he still very much didnt want to be here. And yet, despite knowing that himself, he also damn well knew he wasn't going to be the one to try and leave, only to land himself with the job of finding a way to explain his decisions to his hopeful old man. |
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Croía Reilly| She/Her| Banshee| dorm 4 | M: River ♡ ♡ “Oh- well…” Croía falters, thrown off by their forwardness. She fiddles with her fingers awkwardly. For a moment she didn't quite know how to respond to that, he wasn't exactly wrong but then again, he had run from her first. ♡ “I suppose it isn't my business, but it seemed like you ran from me.” She finally says, far more shy than when she first approached him. ♡ Croía wanted to slink into the shadows by now, but she doesn't cave yet, still standing with her shoulders back and maintaining eye contact. ♡ “Did you?” Croía questions him. Her eyes are big and round, and seem to look through them. ♡ She watches him, slowly regaining her earlier curiosity and confidence. She lifts her chin a bit, defying whatever trick they were trying to pull on her. ♡ (Bit of writers block at the moment) |
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Vax Guyre//S/H//Dorm2//HalfElf//M:Ophelia Vax stood up and nodded, looking at the girl who was talking to her "Oh, yes." She said, "Yeah, I'll be fine. Do you know where dorm two is?" Vax dusted off her clothes and stretched her arms out towards the ceiling. "It's okay if not." Vax blinked multiple times before shaking her head, trying to clear it. She yawned and looked at the floor, before looking up again, waiting for an answer. |
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River Goldsmith | Hey/They | Vampire | Dorm 1 | M: Croía River watched her closely noticing her surprise and pause before she spoke. He had taken her aback with his response. She spoke again, they noticed her demeanour change into one that was more quiet and less confident. 'Did I run away from her? Why would she ever think that?' She questioned them more this time with her chin high and her stature more confident. "Me? run from you? Please I only run when it's worth the chase, and you... well your not the most exciting thing ever are you?" This was fun for River, watching someone squirm under pressure but trying to be confident, he almost admired her curiousity as he was often rather curious himself. With how annoying she was he hoped that she wasn't in his dorm and he was getting rather bored of this conversation. |
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Ophelia Nightingale Jones |Unknown |F |Shapeshifter |Dorm 2/M:Vax "yeah, I can take you to it" she offered "Are you good about going through crowds, it can be a bit of a bad rush out there" she said with a soft smile. She wondered if she should shift into something to get past the crows easily again. She decided against it after a breif moment she didn't want this girl to lose sight of her and be lost all over again. She picked up her lunch bad off the floor and readjusted her backpack straps, and she prepared to lead the way to the dorm. "I'm also in dorm 2 and was heading that way myself" she added after she was done and pulled her air so it wasn't trapped uder her bad. "First days can be cray but I've learned how to figure out areas and where things are pretty quickly." she said trying to make conversation without being awkard. She also didn't to scare the girl off by rambling or talking her ear off that was simply impolite. "Oh, I didn't introuduce myself" she said as the realiation hit her "how rude of me, I'm sorry, my name is Ophelia Nightingale Jones"she said "but you can call be Ophelia or Songbird" she added. She secrety hoped to make friends this year she'd always kinda been the odd one out ith her special shapshifting abilites and all. Most people tended to panic when they saw her shift. |
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Vax Guyre// S/H// HalfElf// Dorm two// M: Ophelia "Thank you! Yeah, I'm fine with going through crowds." Vax said with a smile, "I'm Vax Guyre, call me Vax. Sorry about that breakdown you saw." A nervous smile broke across her face as she started following Ophelia to Dorm 2. Vax's large shoes thudded against the floor every time she stepped. (I have writer's block, so sorry!) |
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Fall Month: 2 
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