School For Half Humans <REBOOT> (OOC)

[New Cinoth]

I can't wait for the IC! It's going to be epic!

[Nuridia]

I know right, I can't wait either! But we have to give Natair time to do it, probably too busy with RL stuff to do it right now. And I'm in school Monday through Friday so most of my posts might be quite late.

[New Cinoth]

Same here... School sucks when you are in RPs

[Firstaria]

Can't wait either, the idea of just telling the students I'm really evil material and then point out to not imitate me...

[New Cinoth]

Seth is a demon... Of course he's going to be at least slightly evil, after all he'll become a "mature/full" demon when he corrupts his first person.

[Sempans]

School...bleh.....and I cant wait either...I got my shadow demon room mate...got an "evil" supernatural Bio teacher...

[New Cinoth]

That reminds me... Anyone want to room with a corruption demon?

[Videssos]

My character doesn't really want to room with anyone.

[Vakolic]

That reminds me... Anyone want to room with a corruption demon?

sure

[New Cinoth]

sure

Awesome! Thanks Vak

[Nuridia]

Hi Natair! Just got home from school, it's good to see you back!

[Vaxon]

Greetings. Is this open?

[New Cinoth]

Yes! Come on in and join the madhouse! You probably didn't read the wanings.

[Vaxon]

Just to let you know, Thomas can shape shift between forms at will, but if he gets angry he transforms into his "normal form".

Name: Thomas Jacobs
Age (13-19, please): 15
Appearance:

Race (what is your nonhuman half?): Snake.
Bio: N/A.

[Sempans]

Admitted

Don Youngblood
Half Dragon
Student

Alex Silan
Half Shadow Demon
Student

Desmond Holmes
Human
Teacher

Alexander Derali
Vakali
Student

Akatsuki Ushiromiya
Currently 1/10th Vampire
Student

Ryuosuke Karasuma
Raiju
Student

Seth Wilkes
Demon
Student

Processing
Alphonse Fen
Time Lord
Student

Daniel De Simon
Human(Opalian)
Teacher

Aurelia Brandon
Half-Angel
Student

Salma Cyrilla
Fire Jinn
Student

Kal Winterstone
Angel
Student

James Maddox
Asgardian/Djinn/Kryptonian
Student

Thomas Jacobs
Naga
Student

Thats thirteen... six accepted students, one accepted adults... five processing students, one processing teacher!

[Vakolic]

Can we have an IC?

[Tarnen]

Hello guys.

[New Cinoth]

Hi..... We must keep it alive until the IC is up.

[Vakolic]

When that might be?

[New Cinoth]

No idea.

[Tarnen]

Hi..... We must keep it alive until the IC is up.

Mhmm, also do we have Co-Ops?

[Evraim]

Name: Nadezhda Jovanovic

Age: 16

Appearance:

Race: Veela

Bio: An arrogant, snot-nosed girl from an affluent Serbian family. Most would not hesitate to call Nadezhda a rich bitch, and she does not hesitate to live up to the title. She views all people as social inferiors, especially the poor, the elderly, and Americans. Nonetheless, Nadezhda does have a softer side. She has a pet fox that she calls Prince Marko after the legendary folk hero. The fox in question was rescued while Nadezhda was skiing in Switzerland, and thereby honoring the smelly Swiss people with her resplendent presence. Furthermore, teasing disabled people tends to make her angry. When she flies into a rage, she is capable of causing storms and blizzards. This more or less explains why she is here, in this foreign hell hole with charity cases. Some loser, probably an American, dropped a latte on her new dress. She responded by turning him into a human snowball, and then using the wind to fling him out a ten story building, laughing maniacally after the fact. Yep. A murder one charge isn't daunting to pretty girls with rich daddies and political connections. Suck it up, you plebe.

Anyhow, onto the actual biography. Nadezhda's father was an aspiring business man who met the love of his life shortly after opening an office in Sarajevo. They were married later that year. Nine months down the road, a healthy baby girl (who was gorgeous and kindhearted and totally fun to be around) was born. They named her Nadezhda because she brought them much joy and because her daddy's company was starting to take off. That said, she does not like being reminded that she isn't technically Serbian - because she like totally is Serbian, regardless of what her stupid birth certificate says. Unfortunately for the happy family, a period of turmoil had begun in the Balkans. Realizing that the Serbs were dominating the social institutions, the other Slavs decided that enough was enough, and declared themselves independent. The Jovanovics, being a prominent Serbian family amid a Bosnian stronghold, became natural targets. Luckily, Nadezhda's mother, who was veela and a total bad ass to boot, saved them from rapacious militias bent on vengeance.

They fled to Belgrade, collected on their insurance, and then proceeded to make millions by capitalizing on past investments. You see, Daddy Jovanovic, while visiting his deadbeat cousin in the United States, met a stoned hippie who advised him to leap onto this thing called the internet. Daddy Jovanovic, being a shrewd businessperson heeded the stoned hippie's words, and poured half of his fortune into the scheme. The bag of marijuana (laced with peyote and other good stuff) he smoked may have contributed to this decision, as he later claimed that a purple unicorn led him to wealth. In any case, they were cruising on good times, despite having lost a business to an ugly civil war. Nadezhda learned to walk, talk, toss her hair with self-important flair, and make snowballs without her hands during the first crucial years of life. Daddy Jovanovic continued to rake in the doe, smoke reefer, and smuggle arms to niche revolutionary groups bent on restoring the glorious Motherland. Mama Jovanovic rolled her eyes at all of this, kneaded and baked goodies in her personal pastry shop, and doted on her only daughter. Let's face it. With a daughter like Nadezhda, who wouldn't dote?

Moving along in our epic tale, Nadezhda finally reached Kindergarten, where she learned how much better she was than all of her so-called peers. While they wiped snot on their sleeves or bruised their knees from playing too roughly, she became a talented pianist and child model. Of course, the fact that her father knew the angry man at the agency, and slipped him a couple thousand dinars as a token of good faith, didn't hurt. So, until the Jovanovic family moved to New York, Nadezhda spent much of her time under the guidance of her talent agent, who, as a former sergeant in the military, yelled at her about the evils of chocolate and beds to encourage optimal performance. It was at this time that Daddy Jovanovic stopped abusing weed in favor of fancy cigars and vodka. Many of his close acquaintances accused him of becoming a stereotype, which he fervently denied.

When Nadezhda was thirteen, her mother died in a hot air balloon related accident. According to exports, this marked the second time an out-of-control balloon crashed into a pastry shop without causing any collateral damage. Grief-stricken, Daddy Jovanovic decided to uproot his daughter and adventure through Europe on a quixotic quest to rediscover himself. They spent time in Austria, Germany, Liechtenstein, Switzerland, France, the Netherlands, and finally Italy. Nadezhda fell in love with Venice, suspecting that it was actually a Serbian accomplishment that had been claimed by Italians in a wicked attempt to usurp the superior Slavic culture. It was there, amid the canals and the sinking majesty of the palaces, that she shared her first kiss, with a young gondolier by the name of Giancarlo. He was poor, and smelled of cheese, but his aspect was sweet, his gaze kind, and his guitar well-strummed.

When her father emerged from his soul searching to announce that they would be relocating to New York, a fifteen year old Nadezhda was mortified. How could a filthy American metropolis ever measure up to the wondrous accomplishments of a splendid Serbian enclave like Venice? All the same, she complied, pouting and sulking the whole way. The stewardess even had the gall, the unmitigated gall, to inform her that Prince Marko would have to travel in a cage. Who, but an uncouth barbarian, would have the effrontery to cage such a marvelous, sylvan creature? To be frank, Nadezhda detested America and Americans, as she always knew she would. Their language was funny, their laws regarding the consumption of alcohol primitive, their inability to take an interest in the ballet disconcerting. Not to mention that the average citizen of New York had enough coarseness in their pinkie to make even an ill-tempered European feel polite.

Feeling alienated, and who wouldn't feel isolated amid such mediocrity, Nadezhda took to lurking on the fringes of the cafeteria and cutting classes to slip apple slices to Prince Marko, who followed her everywhere. As a result, this otherwise bright student began to struggle with her course work. Things persisted much in the same fashion until the fatal human snowball incident and murder one charge. After that, however, her father put his foot down, insisting that she attend a special private school for "special" adolescents. Nadezhda is dreading the future, suspicious that this will just be a repeat of New York. Terrified Disgusted, she boards a train, a hired hand dragging a massive chest stuffed full of clothes, perfumes, and other essentials, close at her heels. Prince Marko nips lightly at her face to cheer her spirits, causing giggles to surge from the depths of her throat. Nadezhda is ready to take on the world.

[Nuridia]

If we do have co-ops, I'm sure Natair would've told us. Evraim, your app looks pretty cool! I wonder what your character would think of Salma and Aurelia?

[New Cinoth]

Nice app Evraim. Seth will probably stalk her. Rich girls wanting something is the perfect prey fr a demon.

[Tarnen]

Nice app Evraim. Seth will probably stalk her. Rich girls wanting something is the perfect prey fr a demon.

Not creepy at all.