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Have we forgotten the beauty of everyday life?
Caught up in our fantasy worlds, we focus on magic and war, but the sun peeking through the trees is just as magical. The death of a friend just as shaking.
We consider our own lives boring. Uninteresting. Unworthy to write about.
No.
In this RP, we will prove that even realistic stories can be moving, magical, exciting. That the best writers (like us) can magnify something mundane into something huge. Wonderful. Extreme. Terrible. Our character will interact by: School, friendship, family, anywhere. Your character must be connected with at least three others.
Charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Grade (if in school):
Nationality (let's get some diversity):
Any disabilities or disorders?
Personality:
Backstory:
Appearance:
Other:
My first charrie:
Name: Hania Samara
Age: 13
Grade (if in school): 8
Nationality (let's get some diversity): Syrian refugee
Any disabilities or disorders? She doesn't, but her sister has PTSD.
Personality: She’s really quiet at school, but she talks at home. I’ll develop her much more later on, don’t worry.
Backstory: She and her family fled Syria in 2012, her sister getting PTSD from all the terror. She had many friends who died, and lost her personality as a result.
Appearance: As I said, she’s Syrian. She wears a headscarf. Not much else to add. Average height and everything.
Other: Not really much
My second charrie:
Name: Anna Bergen
Age: 30
Grade (if in school): She’s a teacher.
Nationality (let's get some diversity): German Jewish.
Any disabilities or disorders? No
Personality: Much better than normal teachers. She connects with the students on a deep level, and always offers advice. Again, I’m not saying much here, I’ll develop her more later.
Backstory: Her grandparents fled Germany during the Holocaust. After the war, they both returned to Germany, having forgiven the country (they were extra special and kind, okay?)
Appearance: Pretty average teacher look, with light brown hair and modest clothing.
Other: None
This RP is very different from normal RPs, which is good for creativity, so please join!
submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh), Fairyland
(February 15, 2017 - 10:06 pm)
(February 15, 2017 - 10:06 pm)
~Ms. Bergen~
The bell rings, and my second class of the day spills into the room. As expected, the new student, Hania, walks in nervously. She's wearing a hijab, and she's talking with Miya.
“Welcome!” I say. “I’m Ms. Bergen, I’ll be your English teacher. How good is your English?”
“Very bad,” she responds in a thick accent.
She looks around the room. There's a German flag that I put right next to the Star of David, which I did on purpose. I'm extremely proud of my heritage, no matter how strange. I watch as her eyes widen just a tiny bit, before turning away. I’ve put English rules, quotes, and posters all over the walls. The desks are arranged in clusters instead of rows and I do a lot of unorthodox things in the classroom. I'm proud to say that English is most kids’ favorite class!
“There's no English Language Learning program at our school, so I work with all the immigrant students like you at lunch and after school,” I tell her. She nods, looking relieved. All the other students have started the “Do now,” no one looking at us, so I point Hania next to Miya, instructing Miya to tell Hania what to do.
Smiling, I return the I my desk. Hania seems lost, don't ask me how I know. With the guidance of a teacher, I think I can help her. There's more to her than meets the eye, just like every other student. I want, I need, to guide them all. That’s why I became a teacher, to pass down the beauty of life to young ones.
(March 2, 2017 - 6:38 pm)
Mia~
I walk into the dreaded English class. The class where I have to talk, write, and communicate in other stupid ways. Why can't we just communicate through notes? Oh, I know why. Some people, like this idiot teacher, can't understand what a stick attached to a dot that is known as a quarter note is.
Before I can do anything, the bell rings, and I roll my eyes. We already have a rickety relationship, so I'm sure she'll be more than happy to give me a detention.
As I knock on the door, I wonder why people like this class so much. It's so boring to me, so easy yet so hard. And not to mention that she has to show off her flags. Honestly, do I go around wearing the flag of Korea? No.
The door opens suddenly, and I walk in, avoiding eye contact. But she notices me.
"Nice of you to join us, Miss Ko."
"Nice for you, or nice for me? Because I can definently tell you it isn't the second option," I snap back.
She sighs.
Ah. The disadvantages of a patient teacher.
"Mia, I don't feel like writing anyone up today. Please have a seat."
I slump down next to Miya and she snickers.
Gabriella~
English goes by smoothly, not counting the little episode at the beginning of class with Mia and Ms. Bergen. I pronounce and spell words differently, sure, but no one really cares. We've all gotten used to each other.
I like the new girl, Hania. She seems calm but also sensible and nice, and although communcation with her may be hard, I still think she would be fun to hang out with. But she probably doesn't really want to hang out with me. I'm not the most out-going person. I don't know how Miya does it.
Right as I'm done packing up and the room is filled with chatter, I realise that football tryouts are tonight. Miya told me that I'd do fine, and Ms. Bergen also encouraged me. Hey, I did get a new prosthetic that is made for any sport, so that'll be beneficial. But I still am nervous. There's plenty of good players out there, and at least those who are as good as me or not up to my level have a leg.
I don't want to make the team out of the coach's pity. I want to make the team out of my own ability and talent.
(March 2, 2017 - 10:13 pm)
Top.
Top.
Top.
TOP!!!
(March 3, 2017 - 7:10 pm)
Grr! Top!
Spirit-rain says gyma. You like gyms?
*yes.*
(March 4, 2017 - 1:35 pm)
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(March 5, 2017 - 8:16 pm)
Can I still join?
If I can...
Name: Sarayana Lodje
Age: 15
Grade: 8th
Nationality: African-Syrian
Any disabilities or disorders?: High energy induced asthma.
Personality: Shy around people she doesn't know, but if she knows them, whoo hoo boy does she open up! Either way, she's kind, smart as a whip, caring, bold, brave and not afraid to stand up for her country, nationality, friends, or what she believes in.
Appearance: Dark brown skin and large brown eyes, with black, stringy, yarn-like hair pulled back with a headband. Wears very modest blue and tan African clothing. Normally wears leather strips made into sandals. Sometimes wears a headscarf. Has a small gold ring nose piercing, so small no one but her closet friends see it.
Other: I'd like for her to be in Hania's class. Can they get to know each other? :)
If I can't join, I completely understand. :)
(March 5, 2017 - 9:04 pm)
Of course you can join! :)
"Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it." ~Rumi
(March 5, 2017 - 10:12 pm)
Sarayana (Sara)~
I walked into Mrs. Bergen's English class, scared to death. I fiddled with the end of my headscarf, coming in at the back of the chattery group. Glancing around, I noticed another girl in a headscarf, talking to someone else. Shyly, I sat at the desk next to HeadscarfGirl.
"Hi," I said quietly.
(Sorry it's so short, Mei, you choose what happens next)
(March 6, 2017 - 4:11 pm)
~Hania~
"Hi," she says quietly. Who is she? I turn around.
There's another Muslim girl!
"Hi!" I say, a bit too excitedly. I catch myself, and toning down, I ask, "Your name?" My grammar's probably off, but I think she'll understand.
"Sarayana. What's your name?"
"Hania."
Sarayana's skin is a warm chocolate brown, with large eyes. She's dressed in blue and tan, a headscarf wrapping up her head.
Miya smiles. "I'm supposed to tell Hania what to do, but Sarayana can help?"
"Sure," Sarayana responds. "Call me Sara."
They're talking a bit fast. It takes me a while to process everything they say in English, so I ask Sara, "Do you speak Arabic?"
[I can't continue because I don't know what Inktail wants Sara to say.]
(March 7, 2017 - 5:38 pm)
Sarayana(Sara)~
I gasp. "Yes!" I reply in Arabic, smiling.
(Okay, I really don't know what to say. Your up, Mei! ;))
(March 8, 2017 - 10:58 am)
For those of you who don't know what to post--
I prompted a meet-up for those in band in my post. Multiple people mentioned that their charries were going to band/had instruments, so that would be a good way to meet others, no?
(March 6, 2017 - 6:30 pm)
Yael~~~~
After school, I nervously got out of teh car by teh dance studio. My Mom dropped me off right outside for my first lesson. Teh butterflys ate away inside of me. I loved to dance, In Israel, I had been one of teh best dancers in my class. American dance was different. i walk up teh steps and see a girl about my age walking in.
"Hi", I say awkwardly. The girl looks up at me. Maybe I can make a friend here.
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(March 7, 2017 - 8:39 pm)
Oh . . . Sorry if I sound rude, but it's spelled "the" and not "teh" . . .
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