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Sir Sky, A Knight of RpNations Kingdom
(@profnox @Cierra111 @Wandering Dreamer @GarlandDreams, The roleplay will begin with everyone showing up to the school. The first day will be a time to settle into the school and your dorm so don't worry about classes quite yet.)
The carrot topped boy hung loosely on a tree branch, his legs all that kept him from falling from the height he swung from. Students where beginning to pile into the courtyard as predicted, small luggage's and bags in hand. His free hands playing lazily with his dangling strands of hair, braiding small sections.
A stage stood in the middle of the courtyard rows of metal chairs lined in front of it, teachers guiding new students to take a seat and await for the assembly to begin. A line of chairs where set up on the stage all of them filled except for two. The metallic chairs meant for himself and his father, they'd both be full at the moment much like the others but alas Henry didn't give a single rats tooth about this assembly. Being the son of the principle it was expected for him to be some prime example but he didn't see how that would work out when once again not a single rats tooth was given.
Feeling the blood rushing to his head, he gripped the tree branch and brought himself up into a sitting position facing away from the school and at the wide range of trees which circled the schools walls. Henry picked off small puffs of fabric from his scarf as he lazily awaited for the students to all arrive so the day could go by quicker.
"Henrith," An annoyed voice yelled up to the teen, earning a groan in response he hated his full name. It sounded so formal, especially when it came from the individual who wreaked of pride.
"Can't get to the phone right now leave a message after the non-existent beep." Henry called down, pushing himself up so he stood. Unfazed by the height as he reached up and grabbed the next branch above him pulling himself up with ease.
"Get down, I want you on the stage." His father ordered, only resulting in the red head turning around and sticking his tongue out. He didn't look much like the principle, yes if you looked closely you'd notice the similarity in stance and their eyes and skin tone. But most of what showed on his outside appearance was from his mother, a women who left long ago.
"Henrith Fawn Willow, I won't hesitate to get Chontel." He stated, causing the boy to freeze at the title of his acrobatics instructor. Feeling quite rebellious that day he simply continued climbing the tree although he was already perhaps 40 ft in the air.
The carrot topped boy hung loosely on a tree branch, his legs all that kept him from falling from the height he swung from. Students where beginning to pile into the courtyard as predicted, small luggage's and bags in hand. His free hands playing lazily with his dangling strands of hair, braiding small sections.
A stage stood in the middle of the courtyard rows of metal chairs lined in front of it, teachers guiding new students to take a seat and await for the assembly to begin. A line of chairs where set up on the stage all of them filled except for two. The metallic chairs meant for himself and his father, they'd both be full at the moment much like the others but alas Henry didn't give a single rats tooth about this assembly. Being the son of the principle it was expected for him to be some prime example but he didn't see how that would work out when once again not a single rats tooth was given.
Feeling the blood rushing to his head, he gripped the tree branch and brought himself up into a sitting position facing away from the school and at the wide range of trees which circled the schools walls. Henry picked off small puffs of fabric from his scarf as he lazily awaited for the students to all arrive so the day could go by quicker.
"Henrith," An annoyed voice yelled up to the teen, earning a groan in response he hated his full name. It sounded so formal, especially when it came from the individual who wreaked of pride.
"Can't get to the phone right now leave a message after the non-existent beep." Henry called down, pushing himself up so he stood. Unfazed by the height as he reached up and grabbed the next branch above him pulling himself up with ease.
"Get down, I want you on the stage." His father ordered, only resulting in the red head turning around and sticking his tongue out. He didn't look much like the principle, yes if you looked closely you'd notice the similarity in stance and their eyes and skin tone. But most of what showed on his outside appearance was from his mother, a women who left long ago.
"Henrith Fawn Willow, I won't hesitate to get Chontel." He stated, causing the boy to freeze at the title of his acrobatics instructor. Feeling quite rebellious that day he simply continued climbing the tree although he was already perhaps 40 ft in the air.
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