Morrigan Corvia
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: Long, tangled wavy black hair with silver peek-a-boo highlights, stormy gray eyes, tall, athletic, slightly curvy. Olive skin, slightly more towards the darker side of the olive spectrum, usually wears mascara and light black eyeliner with maroon lipstick. Triple piercings and cartilege piercings on both ears, silver and amethyst earrings. Wears mostly black (she's pretty goth), but very stylish.
Personality: doesn't give a [shoot], swears quite a bit, stubborn, loyal, protective, sarcastic, can actually be very sweet and compassionate, perfectionist, poetic, organized chaos, quiet on the inside.
At Academy for: Stealing, graffitying school property, not obeying the teachers but somehow getting straight As.
Other: Can ride a motorcycle, loves gardening and rockclimbing
Delinquent Academy RP
(in my original story she has wings but I altered her for this rp)
(everyone's human in this and yes you can all join)
Yay thanks!!)
(Are we ready to start?)
(okay we can start now and I'll probably close the RP when we get to about 5 pages)
( I can change June so it's less confusing. We have two redheads )
June White
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: 5'7, long legs and athletic build. Wavy/Curly dirty blond hair. Jade green eyes, and freckles sprinkled across her nose. She has a scar running through her left eyebrow and has a smiley face bandaid on her right jaw line. Usually wears hoodies, leggings and converse.
Personality: Swears sometimes and can be unnerving and sarcastic at first. When she chooses to open up, she's humorous, mischevious and loves to have fun. Very loyal and is actually very smart.
Why she's at the academy: Get's into a lot of fights, vandalizes schools, flooded her last school and punched a few kids in PE.
Other: Loves graffiti art, rides her skateboard and always listens to music. She's actually a huge nerd.
Mind if I join?
(Not at all! Jump on in!)
Name: Suzan Storm (Never call her Suzan unless you have a death wish. Goes by Zanna.)
Age: 16
Gender: Nonbinary
Appearance: Choppy black hair dyed purple at the tips, violet eyes, and freckles across their face and shoulders, light brown skin, athletic build. Various scars scattered across their body and two twin lighting tattoos going up both her arms. Wears a no sleeves hoodie, jeans, and boots.
Personality: Violent, creative, and adventurous. If they like you they're a very loyal companion to have. If they felt like could go anywhere in life
Reason for being here: At their old town they were a notorious gang leader, fought literally everyone, and painter of graffiti.
Other: Loves art, hates school, watches anime (don't tell anyone), and doesn't want to be here. Never knew their parents, forcing them into a bad foster home at a young age, that house influenced a lot of their decisions later on in life despite being moved into a much kinder one soon after.
(she's really cool!)
(Thank you!)
Quinn slouched against her chair in Ms. Paulson's math class. No wonder she's still single. . . she's hella boring. She thought to herself, Quinn's hood pulled up over her blond hair and her headphones on.
"Ms. White." Ms. Paulson called out. It seemed like she had repeated herself multiple times.
"Huh," Quinn replied, tugging one side of her headphones off. "Yes?"
"Can you find the radius of this circle?"
She rolled her eyes a little. When am I ever going to need to find the radius of a circle? She focused on the question and answered. This is way too easy. . .
"That's right." Ms. Paulson replied, looking a bit surprised.
"But I never signed up for this!" Mrs. Clarke said to the principal, outside of the classroom.
The principal stroked their chin, "You're a teacher at a delinquent academy, of course you did."
Mrs. Clarke's face was white with horror, "I wanted to bring happiness into students lives and change their behavior, not this! He's crazy!"
"Hush now, Mrs. Clarke, he's still a boy. And we have to keep that in mind. Morbid past really." the principal said, mostly to their self.
Mrs. Clarke couldn't argue and she cautiously opened the door to the classroom, finding it empty except for a small boy with white hair and red eyes. He smiled at her and Mrs. Clarke hurried to the desk in front of the classroom. "Hello Aita," she said, gulping.
Arkyn was ready to bash her head off the desk. Circumference made zero sense to her. Why should it? It was stupid. Pointless. "Hey, Linda? What's the point of all this anyways? Got some long winded explaination for us?" She called out to Ms. Paulson sarcastically, bitter she had to waste her time in this room.
Aita waved, "Hello teacher-person. What are we learning today?" Mrs. Clarke smiled, trying to fight off incoming horror. He seemed so normal, but looked so different. Acted like he hadn't done the things she'd read on his record.
"Well, Aita, today we're learning how to interact with others on an socially accepted basis."
"Yeah, what's up with this dumb shit?" Quinn called out, looking at Arkyn and back to Ms. Paulson.
"First of all, Ms. White, we do not use that kind of language here." She started. "And, circumference will help as you grow up."
Quinn leaned back against her chair, popping her legs onto the desk in front of her.
"They just do this to suck the fun out of our lives!" Zanna called out from the back of the room, both of their feet already on the desk, "Teach us something we're going to need in life. Like how to do taxes or some crap like that."
Jack rolled his eyes at everyone. Circumference may be useless, but at least be civil about it. Just roll your eyes and be passive aggressive, that's what he did.
"Oh, I bet it does. Hear that everyone? We're all gonna spend the rest of our lives doing this!" Arkyn gestured dramatically to the board. "In that case I choose to not do this." She kicked her feet up on a nearby empty desk and pulled out a pair of headphones.
"Hey I saw that punk," Zanna glared at the boy who had just rolled his eyes.
"Why don't we learn how to hot wire a motorcycle or something. . ." Quinn muttered, grinning as she watched Ms. Paulson take a seat. Right as she sat down, it tripped a wire which in turn caused a whole bucket of paintballs to fall on her head. Sure, that was a simple prank, but she couldn't do something too crazy.
Aita scrunched his nose, "Socially accepted? Why would we do that?"
"So you can reintroduce yourself to the bright lights of society!" maybe he was just a kid who'd fallen a bit off track.
Aita leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk, "But what if I want to stay in the shadows?"
Arkyn cackled at the colorful disaster that had taken over the front of the room. "Controlled chaos! I like it!"
Zanna laughed at the now paint covered teacher, "Looks like class is done. I'm out of here. See ya suckers."
They left the room to go explore the school, after all they hadn't been there very long.
Mrs. Clarke gulped and her eyes darted around the room, knowing she was alone with this boy.
"B-but you want to be back with your family, right?"
Aita's eyes darkened, "Never had one. Never will."
"Surely you had an authoritative figure in your life?" Mrs. Clarke asked, hands shaking.
Yomo-san. He loved me. He died for me. Aita pulled at his briefcase. "No."
"Ms. White!" The math teacher shrieked, standing up.
"Damn, I guess I'm outta here too." Quinn sighed, popping her headphones back on and grabbing her skateboard, following after Zana.
Zane had the right idea. Arkyn was quick to leave the classroom and strut down the hallways. "Where to go first?" She mused, looking to do something destructive.
"Graffiti? Or maybe flood the school or some shit." Quinn proposed, glancing at Arkyn. "I hate this place. . ." She muttered.