Head of House

[Mrs. Felix]

If you are a teacher and would like to become the head of on of the five houses please fill out this app and I shall see who will fit the position the best.

Head of Silverwolf: Jericho Wolf
Head of Ravenheart: Vivian Ketcher
Head of Dragoni: Jonathan Dragoni
Head of Lionclaw: Andrea James
Head of Piximinx: Mrs. Felix

Student Head of House:
(Must be seventh year to apply)

Silverwolf:
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Ravenheart:
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Lionclaw:
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Dragoni:
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Piximinx:
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Name:
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Years RPing:
Sample Post: (350 word min)

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[Jonathan Dragoni]

Name: Jonathan Dragoni
House: Dragoni
Years RPing: 2 to 3.
Sample Post:

As Zach stepped into the foyer of the Mirage his host got goosebumps from the drop in temperature from the outside. Because the air conditioning was set to cold to help keep the guests comfortable, and not be sweltering in the heat. He looked around the foyer noting the various people in there. As well the luxurious and obviously expensive benches dotted all around the foyer. As he moved further in he also noticed the palm trees lining the foyer and the enormous aquarium behind the reception desk, filled with too many fish for him to easily count.

Zach stood out a lot amidst all the splendour of the foyer. As he was clad in a off the rack, black summer jacket, a white t-shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans and some old trainers. All his clothes were extremely rumpled and creased, they looked like he had been sleeping in them for days. There were a number of stains all over the clothes, but particularly down his front. Some of them were identifiable as food or drink, others were less identifiable. If the humans arounf him had known what some of the less identifiable stains were the would have run screaming, because mostly they were days old blood.

He smirked to himself as he imagined all the fun he could have in this place. He also smirked because if he didn't, he knew he'd be gazing around in astonishment. Because he hadn't been on earth in a century and the changes that had happened in that time amazed him. When he had last been here things like cars and electricity powered things had been fairly unusual to see. But now they were everywhere. But the world hadn't changed so much that he couldn't have fun here.

The evidence of his fun was filling morgues or buried in the ground in many different places so far. He had started his host's entire family who had died of one of the diseases that he had invented whilst in Hell for the last century. There had also been the people who had produced the blood stains on his clothes, who he had tried his hand at torturing for a while. And finally the most recent ones in Las Vegas itself, who he had infected with another of his diseases just days ago.

[Prof. Vivian Ketcher]

Name:Prof. Vivian Ketcher
House: Ravenheart
Years RPing: 2 1/2
Sample Post: ((I hope it's alright if I use an example from another character))

Lyanne's ship had arrived early that day... far to soon for her liking. It was not that she wasn't accustomed to meet and greets at all the islands and lands around the sea she was just weary of Telmar seeing as it had been their race that had taken so much from her own. Why had her father insisted upon letting her travel alone for once was still a mystery to her and yet being alone gave her a bit of freedom she seldom had when he was around.

She took her time getting ready for the visit and hoped it would be a short one. This place brought back so many bad memories bu some good ones as well. Among them there was the time she snuck off here... to Caspian's old family home and just talked with him. He was a good man and a decent King. She imagined he'd do more good if he wasn't always dwelling on his past and him families mistakes.

Once more she shook her head and ignored the memories flooding through her. She had to be prim and proper... stoic and meek for this luncheon she was about to embark on. She wore her hair up in a twist and a head band over it to secure it in place. She wore a brown dress as well.... though it was a dreary color the fabric itself seemed to shimmer in the sun. To finis off the ensemble she wore her mother's necklace and some earrings that also belonged to her mother. Only when she traveled alone could she wear these things without having to see her father stumble into a depression of sorts. She was aware that he still missed her but so did she...

Once she was ready she walked out towards the deck and assembled her small party to escort her to the Hose of Telmar just beyond. A young servant girl held out an umbrella so that Lyanne would not have to walk in the sun. She smiled quite greatful to her and began her journey with the small armed band. For after all even her father was a little bit weary when it came to Telmarines and their territory.

As she walked she hardly noticed any people... it was as though some of the place was deserted. She had imagined many a telmarine fleeing from Narnia after Miraz the first had been killed in battle and yet hardly anyone was around these parts. "Strange really isn't it Esme... "she asked the girl to her right. The girl merely nodded and smiled at her lady.

After walking for a while she could see the castle up ahead. It wasn't as grand as Cair Paravel or Caspian's fort but it was bigger than her father's smaller quaint castle. She stopped momentarily and caught her breath before putting on her fake smile and walking the few steps needed to reach the entrance. She was a bit nervous but her posture nor mannerism's showed it. Something she had learned to do around the ladies of the court... never to show any sigh of weakness so that you do NOT become a target.

As one of the men knocked n the door she looked at Esme and gave her a sweet smile. "If anyone disrespects you here ... let me know.." the girl nodded once more in a silent thank you. She then turned her full attention to the door... "Show time..." she whispered and smiled.

[Mrs. Felix]

Viv...you are head of house Ravenhart...yay...*dances*

[Prof. Vivian Ketcher]

YAY!!! -does the happy dance of joyness-

[Prof. Wolf]

Name: Jericho Wolf
House: Silverwolf
Years RPing: 4 (only 2 on proboards)
Sample Post:

Brianna looked at the restaurant and smirked. No one was there, well except for her. She didn't mind, she still got paid even if there was no one there. The girl looked at the fortune cookies and took one out of the package. She broke it open and put the two halves in her mouth looking at the fortune. Smiling often will bring you much luck. The black haired girl grunted at the fortune then smiled animatedly and dropped the smile. She chuckled to herself, what kind of a fortune was this? She fiddled with her camera that she never left home without and watched the fortune.

She looked down at her uniform, a red kimono with a yellow design. Though, she always had to be different so for shoes she was wearing steel toed boots and rainbow leg warmers as well as a belt. Her hair was in a bun with some, what she believed to be, chopsticks through them except it was a messy bun with a fake black and pink rose. She smiled looking down at herself. Anyone would probably be crazy to come into a restaurant with a girl dressed like that. Again, that meant less work and she still got paid.

The manager soon came to watch Brianna's progress and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Can I help you?" Brianna asked in an Irish accent straightening up and putting on a fake smile. She may not be fond of her job, but she did have to pay for bills and taxes. The manager shook his head with his for head in his hand. Brianna forced herself not to smirk and kept an innocent smile on her face. The manager didn't say anything but he did go to the back where the food would have been cooked if there was anyone there. The girl closed her eyes and put her head in her hand leaning on the counter and stared around the room bored as heck then to the door hoping someone would come in, sure she gets paid but she may want extra money from the tips.

[Andy James]

Name: Professor Andrea James
House: Lionclaw
Years RPing: 4 months
Sample Post: Andrea was sitting at her desk. Her head was on her desk, her arms framing her face. Arisa sat, in cub form, next to her, swishing her tail. The guardian was smart; she had not said a word in all this time. Andrea picked her head up form the desk ever so slightly, and let it drop. Her forehead connected with the wood. Painfully.

“Ouch,” She muttered. Her voice was muffled by her arms and the fabric of her jacket, but Arisa understood her anyway. The tiger nuzzled the witch’s neck and meowed pitifully. Andrea groped around blindly for a moment and scratched the kitten kindly behind her ear. Boy, she was glad Guardians existed. They were like best friends that were always there for you. Andrea needed a best friend right about now.

She lay for another twenty minutes before she began to feel sore. Another half hour passed before she realized she would fall asleep and sat up. Her bones groaned as she sat up in the chair, and Andrea let out a hiss as her knee popped. She stretched her arms above her head, cracked her muscles, her neck. She stretched her legs, even did a yoga pose in her chair. Good thing she was so short.

Arisa jumped into Andrea’s lap with a ‘meeumpff’ kind of sound. Andrea smiled and began stroking and scratching her guardian. She was tired. Tired enough to go to sleep. She should go to sleep, she realized, glancing at her watch. It was 2 in the morning for Pete’s sake. She needed to go to sleep.

But she was waiting for a call. If she missed the call, her father would kill her. She did not understand why her dad, not to mention she herself, was getting so worked up about a potential date! The guy knew what she looked like, but she did not know what he looked like. He had heard her phone because of her answering machine, and she did not even know his number.

Plus, she still had to grade the essays her students had turned in the day before. Her job was also hell. But she loved it anyway.