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"Thank you," Kyairo replied, fighting a bit with the zipper of his bag. "And it did not, this is the first school I've ever enrolled in. I'm not going to let a little conflict steer me away from a proper education." As the zipper refused to budge, Kyairo kept talking, but his words were muddled...

As the other students seem to pour out like oil through the door, Kyairo lingered in Mr. Barlow's classroom, watching the teacher with a furrowed brow. He seems like the anxious type, he thought to himself. And wishing to create a calm, relaxed atmosphere for his students. Yet, he also seems a...

(Oh man, I miss one day and someone does a naughty. And also that is a fun fact.) Kyairo had no time to shuffle his flattered but slightly uncomfortable reaction to Tara before the other students came pouring in, almost immediately spitting venom upon each other. He shook his head and took the...

Thinking about making a teacher character, is there a list of subjects that the school teaches? Or any that we'd be in need of? Also @Sleipnir Kyairo would probably have wanted to sign up for Halla's class just saying. c:

As they neared Mr. Barlow's class, Kyairo smiled. "Exactly, and thus you've shown kindness." He reached for the handle of the door and pulled it open, gesturing for Tara to enter first. He caught sight of some of the other students inside and offered a polite nod.

Kyairo accepted her handshake with a slight bow of his head, his grip more subtle than one might have expected. "A pleasure to meet you, Tara," he said, returning her smile. "You've been very kind."

"Thank you," he murmured, slightly embarrassed. "My apologies for interrupting your morning. I greatly appreciate your help, though." Although Kyairo seemed to be a bit more focused on learning to navigate around the school itself, ready to notice and pinpoint any landmarks that might assist him...

Kyairo blinked, confusion beginning to mildly contort his expression. "Home Base? I'm not sure, to be honest. I don't think I've gotten my schedule yet. I think I'd heard something about a Mr. Barlow, is he the Home Base teacher?" He stood before her, feeling uncomfortably ignorant. It seemed...

Having just arrived for the first time, Kyairo was unsure of exactly where he was, let alone where he was supposed to go. The cries of the bell seemed to resonate in the air surrounding, and he found himself in what appeared to be a lobby of sorts. It was certainly not vacant, and a thought...

Thank you, I might make a second later on if it's in dire need of teachers. When do we start?

Student or teacher: Student Name: Kyairo Erikson Age: He's unsure of his exact age, but appears to be the equivalent of late teenager to early adult, closer to college-age than high school. Gender: Male. Powers: Kyairo has the power to shapeshift, create inter-dimensional portals, as...

Is this RP still accepting, by chance? And if so, is there a list of classes or anything? So sorry if there is and I've just missed it.

(I was gonna wait for a few others to reply, but it's been a while lol.) "You're welcome, madam," Kyairo replied in a tone as gentle and flowing as the lavender's scent. His ears flitted while his mind worked to piece together what had happened. It doesn't seem like she had been choking on...

I don't want it to end up Summer and I clogging this scene, y'all others need to post. :P

The noise uttered from the young alpha went unnoticed by Kyairo, but the hint of movement alerted him, his sharp gaze catching sight of her collapse. His notched ears folded back as he approached her and awkwardly bent his stilted frame down to her level. Her sudden outburst of coughing drew his...

Dylan "Dessy" Paen "Welcome to Crapaccino Cafe, can I interest you in our new Chocolate Flush? It's a mocha frappe, swirled with extra dark chocolate..." Dylan kept his voice high and inviting, but felt himself zone out into the monotony of explaining the coffee shop's newest drink for what...

First day in this weird circusy craphole, Blake thought to himself, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Don't screw this up. His hazy aquamarine gaze lifted to the trapeze above, watching as a girl around his age swung about with ease. How does she do that and make it look like...

I've posted my two, kind of the same thing, sort of a musicians for hire thing. And I do appreciate the offer to draw them, but I couldn't possibly ask that of someone without any funds to commission them. I will say though, if the art of your characters is yours, your style is very impressive...

Before Fenrir had turned away from the others, Kyairo found himself amused by the older male's biting sarcasm. "Selling to the highest bidder? What an imaginatively cynical fellow you are. My services are free to all. After all, who am I but a mere soul to judge another?" He mirrored Fenrir's...

not currently in a band, open | has best experience with bass, can also play guitar and drums, has a well-practiced voice capable of singing at a high tenor range, and a surprisingly rough scream, would happily contribute lyrics | barista at Crappuccino Cafe Dylan "Dessy" Paen | 19 | 5'11"...