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NAME: richard

ALIAS[ES]: richard

DATE OF BIRTH: richard

GENDER | SPECIES: richard / mermaid

PLACE OF BIRTH: richards

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: richard

OCCUPATION: richard

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS:  richard | richard | ya

LIKE[S]: no richard

DISLIKE[S]: richard

FEAR[S]: richard.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: richard, richard, richard

 P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N 

HAIR COLOR: richard

EYE COLOR: richard

HEIGHT: richard

TATTOOS: richard 

PIERCINGS: richard

F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N 

SIBLING[S]: richar

PARENT[S]: richard, richard 

CHILDREN: richard

PET[S]: richard

R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N 

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: richard

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: richard 

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After the confirmation of the rider’s identity, Netty released herself from the tree and easily approached Noelle and her horse. “It’s okay. I won’t tell…it’s nice to see a four-legged friend around. May I?” She asked, requesting permission from Maximus to stroke his hair. To Noelle, “Do you do this often?”

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“Of course! He’s as friendly as they come. He did push me into a river once though.” The shorter girl took off her helmet and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, “Polo? Oh yes, it’s the only sport I’m fairly good at. I just had to bring him with me, I don’t want to get rusty. Did you know I play a nut load of it year round? Well I do and let me tell you, I lose every year due to the fact that I don’t practice enough. So I thought, what the Walt, I’ll bring him along this time. I’m sure once my father realizes he’s gone, he’ll take him back. I left a decoy white horse in his place in the barn but you never know what daddy might uncover. But I ride for fun as well very often. What about you?”

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Instinctively, Netty leaped to the nearest tree and clamped on while she tried to figure out who was riding a horse on Disland’s campus. But of course, it could truly only be one person, “Noelle?”

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Tugging at the reigns to bring Maximus to a halt, a thousand watt smile instantly broke out on Noelle’s pink lips. “Netty! Whoa –––– Easy there boy, easy,” the heir muttered to herself as she dismounted the white horse. “Don’t tell anyone, I’m not allowed to bring pets.”

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If reputation proceeded her correctly, Harvard Eel was a poisonous predator, a dark haired creature of the deep who ate nothing but sea food to remind herself of the fun she had when she sank her jaws into her prey. She hated sunshine and kittens and once broke her therapist’s jaw at the words “abandonment issues”. Some would even claim she loved nothing an no one, but of course this simply wasn’t true. She wasn’t poisonous, but she was predatory. She had kicked her therapist’s chair over, but that had been an accident. She loved rainy days more than she hated sunshine, but above all she loved her coffee. That was all the denial she granted the ridiculous rumors. She loved coffee and she loved dreary days when the clouds poured heavy rain over the polluted Earth like it would never be enough. On this day Harvard was the least ferocious eel you might ever lay eyes on. She was dressed in the girliest outfit she owned, rosy cheeked, in a plaid skirt, sweater, gray goat, and two messy braids. She looked cute, Syrena had told her. It was a welcome relief from the tomboy clothes she usually shrugged on. Harvard only blushed and took her coffee order to escape the strangely warm feeling the compliment gave her.

Harvard twirled her black umbrella as she watched tendrils of steam drift from her warm cup. She inspected the mouth of the lid and the red line of red from lips that encircled it. Yes, this would be a good morning, full of rain and gloom and blood red and black coffee. Her brief moment of happiness was interrupted as a figure brushed past her, knocking her coffee cup and spilling the steaming liquid onto her sleeve. The girl cursed in pain as she twirled around to meet the mindless stranger. “Hey, watch it!” she growled. She reached out and grabbed their arm, pulling them back to her with alarming strength.

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Gray skies seemed to paint the sky more often than not in the past week. Not that Noelle would be one to complain, especially since the cloudy damp days were by far her favorite. She of course indulged in all the pleasures that came with the sunny days and overall brighter atmosphere, yet the princess always yearned for more rainy days, the kind where she could don a simple braid down her back, slip into her rain gear, and hike onward towards anything that wasn’t civilization till the sun went down. Although normally the night wouldn’t falter her actions, but there was a curfew back at Disland (while she doesn’t normally abide to the norms, she is still respectful of them). Uniforms weren’t apart of Disland either, nor were they something a royal had to wear –– yet the shamefaced princess had created a uniform for herself anyway. She wasn’t the best dresser because it wasn’t particularly important in her mind, instead she requested a simple uniform for her to wear on all occasions – except formal ones. Navy, white, and yellow were the three colors that they came in, Noelle was seconds away from pulling on the navy when she decided it was a better day for jeans rather than a skirt. 

Dressed plainly from head to toe in worn out jeans and a plain white t-shirt did the heir step into the dew infused air. Passing a very loud car blasting rap music, Noelle’s eyebrows were knitted together tightly as she slowly strolled down the block, avoiding eye contact. It probably would have been best for her to bring a large hat of sorts to block out the constant snapping sounds coming from the vultures who seemed to always find her. Shielding her eyes from the camera flashes, she quickly rounded the corner whilst looking over her shoulder to see if she had lost them. Unfortunately for her, she bumped right into another girl who had flung her back before she could even register what had just happened. “Oh Walt! My fault, I’m – I’m so sorry about that er...” her clumsy hands dug into her pocket to pull out some crumpled up bills “Do you need another one?”

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"Let me handle this!"

      “I have no doubt in my mind that you can handle this Lem, but just let me help for once!” The eldest Fitzherbert rounded the table that played as a barrier between the two. 

        “Don’t make me involve Drew. Because even though he’d take your side in this, at least I’d be able to argue with two people instead of one,” the heir was practically winded – hours they’d been at this, the back and forth banter not ceasing even for a moment. Kneeling in front of her sister, Noelle looked sympathetically into Harlem’s eyes; 

        “I’m sorry that he provoked you, and believe me, he’s going to get an earful from me… but you can’t tell mom. You are royalty and that kind of act can only lead to awful consequences for him.” 

This wouldn’t be the first time one of Noelle’s closest friends had done something negative to her siblings, and of course any logical person would ( at this point ) rethink their choice in friends, but when it came down to it – Noelle threw all logic out the door when it concerned her friends. But then again, she also did so when it came to Harlem and Drew. Harlem – her sweet, beautiful and incredibly smart sister – sitting before her with frustration in her eyes, and furrowed brows. In many ways she felt sick to defend someone who had caused this panic in her dear sister, yet in her heart of hearts, Noelle would never not defend him. 

        “I know you can handle this,” she practically whispered, taking Harlem’s hand in hers, ” – please let me try to help so that this doesn’t damage the both of you….please.”

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5 March 2015 - Noelle seen out and about in Disland Prep