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GRIMM’S DORMITORY FOR ROYAL AND REBEL YOUTH

Welcome to Grimm’s!
{Application Letter}


Greetings, and welcome to Grimm’s Dormitory for Royal and Rebel Youth, where we provide education for children whom are of royal and rebellious DNA. For the entirety to the four semesters, we will take your child off of your hands and properly treat them in the ways of royalty, or to properly teach them to be rehabilitated from their negative tendencies, if they wish to participate. When they have returned, you will see your child will have changed for a better.

At Grimm’s, we pride ourselves on strict disciplinary actions, as students are expected to follow the rules, no matter their past or parents. Failure to follow requested terms or orders presented by faculty personnel will result in isolation and punishment based on the severity of the crime at hand. Stealing something belonging to another student will result in kitchen duty, while arguing with another will lead to infinite solidarity from others, where students will have adequate time to consider what they have done and how they may repair their mistakes to correct them once more.

Our philosophy is that all children should have a chance to be more than what their relatives once were. It is for this reason we shall allow rebels and royals to intertwine, rooming them with one another, to learn from each other and teach another in a positive space. We are aware of the concern that raises amongst parents and guardians, but rest assured, we will be closely monitoring students at all times and shenanigans will not be tolerated on the premises. Students observed breaking head rules will be properly dealt with in a timely manner.

It is our pleasure to open our doors to the public for another year, and do what we must to have your children be the leaders of tomorrow. We are open to accepting old and new faces, yet we ask nonetheless for those to submit another forum for proper filing.

We look forward to meeting and working with you! Thank you!

King Chester the Fifth, Director and Owner of Grimm’s Dormitory for Royal and Rebel Youth.

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In which eight specific students from royalty to rebellion are found to be in a school for fairytale students. With approaching festivities, will you find friend or foe? Tell your own story...

Before your happily ever after.
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RULES AND REGISTRY OF GRIMM’S
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— Be semi-advanced (be able to produce at LEAST five sentences per post).
— Your character must be within the ranges of 16-18.
— Don’t apply and then disappear.
— Follow the rules of RpNation.
— Be respectful.
— I do allow romance between students.
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PARTICIPANTS

ROYALS

Alice York Charming — Daughter of Ella “Cinderella” Charming : final girl. final girl.

CLOSED

CLOSED

OOEN — MALE

REBELS

Aelin — Daughter of Maleficent : AgWordSmith AgWordSmith

FEMALE

CLOSED

CLOSED
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APPLICATION FORUM {ALL SLOTS REQUIRED TO BE FILLED}

BASICS

— PRESENT NAME TEXT HERE
— NICKNAMES TEXT HERE
— CHILD OF TEXT HERE


— GENDER TEXT HERE
— ACCEPTED PRONOUNS TEXT HERE
— SEXUALITY TEXT HERE


— AGE TEXT HERE
— BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC SIGN TEXT HERE


APPEARANCE(FACECLAIM/PHOTOGRAPHY REQUIRED)

— QUOTES TEXT HERE

— THEME SONG(S)/PLAYLISTS

— HEIGHT TEXT HERE
— WEIGHT TEXT HERE
— BODY TYPE TEXT HERE
— SKIN TONE/TYPE TEXT HERE
— HAIR TEXT HERE
— EYES TEXT HERE
— SCARS(NOT MANDATORY) TEXT HERE
— BODY MODIFICATIONS TEXT HERE
— OUTFIT/ACCESSORIES PHOTO AND OR DESCRIPTION REQUIRED


PHYSICAL HEALTH TEXT HERE

PERSONALITY

— POSITIVE TRAITS TEXT HERE
NEUTRAL TRAITS TEXT HERE
NEGATIVE TRAITS TEXT HERE
— MBTI CODE TEXT HERE


HISTORY(BACKSTORY)

— MENTAL DISORDERS (IF ANY) TEXT HERE
— FEARS AND OR PHOBIAS TEXT HERE


RELATIONSHIPS

— CURRENT STATUS TEXT HERE
— CRUSH TEXT HERE
— PAST RELATIONSHIPS TEXT HERE
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When I had first created this, I had no idea what I was doing. Now, I’m ready!!
 
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ALICE



97B61F6D-F1B6-4D45-86EA-F55E0ED197E1.jpegI see beauty in everything but myself.

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The chilling touch of fingerprints could not compare to the surface of the glass upon them. The scorching rays of sunlight was as though blinding, although through the sickeningly beauteous blue orbs of Alice York Charming, it seemed to resemble the dusk of approaching darkness. Located amongst the evidence of a charter vehicle, she appeared to be considerably pissed. The rings of sleep drowned in makeup found layered beneath her two-toned eyes was nothing compared to the mental exhaustion she felt coursing through her every aching muscle, though as unbelievable and illogical as it seemed. A near permanent scowl was etched upon her features, highlighting her prominent jawline, which appeared unhealthily sunken to her plump face, as did her entire figure. She was a walking, breathing skeleton. Her stomach released a retched growl, warning her of its continuous starvation. A malicious music to the ear.

If only she could plead for it to stop, for the monster to leave her. That glorious, beautiful abomination that she could have never let go, no matter her fight. Lingering in her every thought and move, beckoning her like a ship to a lighthouse on a stormed night. It was the only light in her dull, dark world. Or so she wished to believe those tormenting, twisted thoughts. This was her cruel cycle, a horror to any of those who would witness it. If she let them. This itself was the reason she was located in the charter, anticipating her imminent doom.

Meanwhile, in her reality, there was nothing more to do than sit and wait. Her slender fingers grasped the edge of the vent above her, closing it as a chill crept toward her spine. She regret opening it in the first place, but the beaming sun could best any. There was no excessive need to freeze when you were already chilled to the bone. There was no fat to burn to warm her, which she didn’t entirely mind, but then again, she didn’t want to walk off the bus looking like a human popsicle. The immense hair that had grown of her arms stood on end, as she was covered in goosebumps. She was rather cold, most literally and figuratively, ironically, to say the least. Her temperamental parents would agree entirely.

We’re sending you to that school for your own good! Hell, this has gotten so far out of hand! We can’t be seen with a bag of bones for a daughter! A princess would never act with such tedious action.

Was that what she was? A bag of bones? That was honestly quite rude. How were they related again?

Grimm’s Dormitory for Royal and Rebel Youth was heard to be a wonderful place to teach and or treat the troubled and royal youth of society. Alice’s parents, whom were rather logical people, had researched the school to the maximum degree, yet could not find an error in all of their studies. She was informed immediately to her application, lending her a mere forty-eight hours to collect her requested items and thoughts. She had been sent off without a simple goodbye in trade, as her parents were occupied in their work of the kingdom at the time, aiding the people that they cared for much more than their daughter, she supposed. Of course, afterward her mother called her a few million times to apologize for her lack of attention span.

You are gross! Disgusting! No boy would ever love a girl without curves! Ask your mother!

You did marry a housemaid, I see your point, but Alice would prefer not.

Of the city of Castine, with the population one-million, Grimm’s was the largest plot of land within the town. The school is located of the edge of the state, leaning rather toward the Castian border. Alice had researched such information the night before, curious of what she would find when she arrived. She was all too perplexed to witness lush greenery as the vehicle was led into the forest. From what she learned through her research, the land was told to be bland and tasteless, opposing the sight before her. Unkempt trees that were reminiscent of the wood Snow White had once strolled about. But more... green, more alive, vibrant and exhilarating. Although said forest did not consist of humanoid faces or tree limbs reaching out to grab you like hands would, the point was stated nonetheless.

Who do you think you are? Treating us this way? You’re ruining our reputation!

What reputation? You haven’t done anything to change the lives of others besides yourselves.

Alice tilt her chin upward, looking past the heads of male and female seated in the rows before her, watching as the vehicle triumphed over the rolling hills, noticing as a fading wooden sign stood amidst the uncut forestry. The wood was rotting at the edges, mildew eating away the slight color left. The letters were a faded tone of ill green, the color of fermented lime:

Taking your children since 1978! We accept all ages, new and old! We welcome you to Grimm’s!

Alice continued to observe the disintegrating, hideously colored plaque from the corner of her eye, finding its message to be ironic, and frankly, odd. Returning her gaze to the forest, a clearing in the scenery appeared, revealing buildings of multiple sizes. Many looked to be built of new, far more modern material, rather others on the periphery of the lot looked to be on the edge of crumbling in decay.

You’ll see, you! You’ll see that you’re sick! You’re a sick, ugly little girl!

Because Alice needed that constant reminder. Thanks, kind father.

The large, looming overhang was the last thing to notice, as it read, nearly to be interpreted in a dubious manner: Grimm’s: Treating Royal and Rebel for the Better of Tomorrow.

conquer | from | within
 
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CORT FACILIER

"I'll look deep into your heart and soul ."
It had been one of those un-extraordinary mornings again.
Breakfast at eight; eggs, bacon, tomato and buttered toast. The usual in the morning and every morning. However, the newest company at the table was shown with pride upon the centre as both Cort and his father sat eating and watching, almost as though they were waiting for it to move.

Pushing a hand into his coat, Cort picked out two playing cards before showing them to his father.
"Should I pick the ace, we open it. If I don't, we pretend it never happened." His father looked onto to his child and grinned like a cat, clearly a fan of leaving the fate to the cards. Nodding his head, he gestured with his long bony fingers for Cort to continue.

Twirling the cards between his fingers he placed both face down onto the old oak table, tapping each one twice with his index finger before flipping over the right one. The Ace of Spades. Shrugging to his father he grinned, they shared the same evilistic expression, that of slyness and uncaring. Reaching over the table, Cort grabbed the letter in his hands before sitting himself back down. Taking the snake letter opener, he placed the sharped edge against the paper and cut with one fell swoop. The parchment smelt old, but clean and majestic. Eyes widening as he read the ink upon the paper he looked to his old 'Doctor' father.

"It seems I am wanted, a surprise no?" Cort had already gathered what this meant, it came to no surprise. So had his father, of course. He'd already opened the letter and re-sealed the wax stamp to gain a head start on the boys decision. The stared to one another, a deadly never ending stare.
That was all before Dr. Facilier stood up, his long skinning legs making his way across the room.
"Think about what our friends will make of you doing this." That is all he had to say before Cort nodded, taking his leave towards his room as he packed a bag. He didn't say another word to his father, they only bowed their heads together with a smile on each others lips as Cort left, closing the large wooden door behind him.

"And so, it begins."




 
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Remember, you are the son of Shan Yu.

Those words were imprinted in his mind as he steps aboard the boat.

Find her and make her suffer.

No need for a reminder, Lazy Eye. That is what he aims to do.

My son, my Longwei. Do not let hatred get the better of you.

He shakes his head as he sat in his cabin bed.

You are going to this school to live your life, not to take revenge.

He wondered why his mother would say that. Her husband died because of Mulan.

Why? He asked.

She has already suffered for 17 years. She said with a bit of sadness. Do not look for her, do you understand?

Fang nodded but only to please his mother as he will do the exact opposite once he's at Grimm's.

"I'm sorry, mother." He whispered to himself, eyes closed as he remembered the events before he got on. The boat rocked back and forth just as you'd expect in an adventure by the sea. He's not used to it, add the fact that the cabin smelled of sweaty sailors. Fang tried to keep his head straight but to no avail, it was just getting worse. He immediately ran up unto the deck, the bile in his throat itching to be released, he lurched forward the rail to empty his stomach. Someone one he doesn't know gave him a pat in the back, it was a loud and heavy pat before continuing off to do his own thing. "Ugh." Was all that he could muster to say as he puked to the sea once again. He remembered a trick to fighting seasickness, he lifted his head up and watched the line between the sea and the sky. He felt at peace with this scenery, suddenly wishing that he wasn't just a pack of turbulent storm and live like a normal kid.

He lets out a small and quiet laugh and went back to his cabin once his head felt better. This is just for a week, he thought to himself as his eyes felt heavy and a yawn tried to escape from his mouth. Just... a few more... days. He slowly drifted to sleep, like a baby. A week later, he arrived at the dock. Emptying his stomach once again, the trip has led him to lose weight because the sea sickness would not leave him be. "You okay, kid?" A white burly man asked him, Fang gave him a nod and proceeded to walk to the school while being guided by the map in his hand while getting a feel of the city of Castine. He made way through various streets, admiring the architecture of the buildings and the lively neighborhood. It made him a little, seeing all the kids playing and running around, he never had that much friend back at home. None of that matters to him though, not really. He heaved a sigh as he found himself in front of a vivacious forest that leads to the Dormitory. He opted to walk still, not caring if his feet would hurt just so he wouldn't feel anymore sick the way he did after the boat ride.

Walking through the forest, he saw all kinds of wild flowers he has never seen before. All in different colors, all in different shapes giving a mix of fragrance. He could hear a strange sound coming from behind him, looking back it was a vehicle which brought students to the dormitory grounds. The vehicle opened its doors, "Hop in kid, the forest is a long walk away from the school." Fang blinked, looking at the road, seeing the roof of Grimm's that is hardly a walking distance and frowned. He got in and found a seat by the front putting his bags where it should be. The ride was quiet, at least it was for him as others spoke in hushed tones. He stared out the window as the building started to become more gigantic, more clear. But he didn't find it interesting, almost nothing does.
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