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↳ " IMMA TAKE YOU TO THE SECRET PLACE / DROP THE SHADES AND CRANK THAT BASS “

♕ — Please follow and welcome Elijah Narghile to Escoria ! Elijah is also known as Jah and they are they twenty-five year old descendant of the Caterpillar attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Amaterasu #408 the Art Club member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

intro to philosophy

abnormal psychology

studio art

regular psychology

piano

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

Art

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↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

Insouciant. Nonchalant. Unconcerned. Easy-going. Words that could all be used to describe the father as well as the son. Bothering oneself over trivial issues or other futile subjects seems like a waste to the Narghile’s which all enjoy the sweet pleasures of life and hedonism, lazing around with no great goal and considering it the best way to live their short life on this earth. An uncanny curiosity and  tendency to speak mostly in questions as well as a short temper when an upsetting subject is brought forwards is also a trait shared between the father and son, both neutral yet volunteer outcasts.

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Elijah, well, he took curiosity and hedonism to the next level. While the Caterpillar engaged in it as a way to kill time and perhaps aggravate for the sake of entertainment those who got lost deep enough in the Enchanted Forest to run into him, for Elijah it was a near obsession. People were fascinating, he wanted to know how they worked, to get how they thought. Of course teasing was always a plus, but he wanted to ‘get’ how their thoughts worked. Or maybe just possess them simply, as his interest in collecting conquests was as imposing as his weed stash.

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

Elijah dragged his feet as he always did, always finding the fact that he ended up with only two feet cumbersome, as he made his way towards the school sports complex, his mind in it’s usual haze, his skin sensitive to the soft wind that ruffled his bright orange “do-you-notice-me” hair.

He wasn’t going there to do sports though. God no. How tiring, it was literally too much energy, especially for something as stupid as chasing after a ball. Sure he didn’t give off the appearance of someone who cared about sports, let alone school, but he kind of did. Why else would he still be here at 25. Philosophy and psychology, that was his shit. Well that and it was an excuse to just laze all day, board and food paid and avoid all actual work and intensity of the outside world.

Also, the female population of this school was very much his thing; he thought, as he entered the swimming pool and sat on one of the benches and looked at the current swimming practice.

They really should consider making the swimsuit this schools uniform instead of the damn blouses that make the upperclass women look like elementary school kids

His eyes scanned the crowd -and their bodies- before finally founding what he was searching for. He had first laid eyes on her during Abnormal Psychology class and learning that she was a member of the swim club made him feel like God answered his prayers as well as most of his wet dreams.

He watched as she put her goggles back on, bent over to grab the front of the diving platform (Thank you God once more) as she launched herself through the air and into the water. Elijah waited as she concluded her laps and exited the pool, shaking her hair out of her swim cap and beginning to walk towards the women’s changing room before standing up and blocking her path.

He ruffled his hair and wore his “killer smile” (self-titled) as he walked up to her. Damn, he loved this school, it was his playing ground, and as he got older it just got better. His natural good looks and charm mixed with the appeal of the upperclassman noticing the younger student, a blooming flower among the crowd. That was what girls loved, he was sure of it.

“Nice backstroke” he said. Nice backside too. “This oppa was wondering if you are free Friday. Say about 8PM. For a small stroll around the city, we could maybe chat about philosophy” he spoke, not letting her get any word in. He knew the answer would be yes after all, why waste time and beat around the push. “Here, let me get your number” Elijah said as he dug out his phone. The girl seemed flabbergasted at his appearance. Ah she must be definitely young, and taken aback by his cool aura.

“Please tell me you’re eighteen” (God, don’t play games with my heart)

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↳ " A few times I’ve been around that track / So it’s not just gonna happen like that / ‘Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl “

♕ — Please follow and welcome Adeline Grimhilde to Escoria ! Adeline is also known as Adelle and they are the twenty year old descendant of Evil Queen attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Hesperides #507 the Fashion Club and Soccer Team Member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

REMEDIAL GOODNESS

ABNORMAL PSYCHOLOGY

FILM

DANCE

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

FASHION CUB

SOCCER TEAM

↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

The Evil Queen and Adelle weren’t alike that much. The Queen wanted beauty, so did Adelle. She was raised with a need for beauty, a need for attaining everything he mother wanted for her. She somehow adapted her mother’s mannerisms, checking her face in the mirror every five minutes, looking for any signs of ugliness. The day where she’d actually find something ugly has yet to come, but sh was already fearing it. Adelle, like her mother, was passive with irrelevant things. She didn’t care about the things that do not concern her.

↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART

Being the Evil Queen’s daughter, Adelle grew with a heaviness in her heart, always fearing ugliness and imperfection. Both of those weren’t allowed in her household so she strived to always look beautiful. But even though, Adelle loved moving, she loved running and dancing. Truth be told, the only thing she was excited about when she found out she was entering Escoria was the thought of playing sports. Adelle wanted to try the things she couldn’t do in Isle but she was too afraid to tell her mother for she already knew what her reaction would be like.

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

Beauty and Elegance, all is fair in the Evil Queen’s Household. At least, it should be. The Evil Queen wanted nothing more than to have beautiful children, that was the sole reason she was born into the world. Her mother deemed that her older sister was not beautiful enough, hence the Evil Queen gave birth to another child, Adelle. Striving for her mother’s  approval, Adelle never once disobeyed her mother’s wishes. Growing up, she only cared about how she looked in front of the Evil Queen, not anymore caring about what she herself wanted in her life. But her efforts seemingly weren’t enough, for the Evil Queen soon gave birth to another child. The reasons of the Evil Queen giving birth to her third child weren’t clear, but Adelle assumed it was because she simply wasn’t beautiful enough. For a short moment, she didn’t know what to do, she felt like she failed her mother. She felt ugly and filthy. But when she heard that she was being sent off to Escoria, Adelle felt excited and somewhat happy. She would be away from her mother and all of the things her mother expected her to be, she would be free. But that happiness was short lived, for the Evil Queen gave her daughter a task, with that task, Adelle felt for once she was important. And once again, the Evil Queen poisoned her daughter’s mind.

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↳ " when will my reflection show, who I am inside?

♕ — Please follow and welcome Li Tianzi to Escoria ! Tianzi is also known as Tian and they are the twenty-two year old descendant of Mulan and Shang attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Amaterasu #406  the Soccer and Dance Team member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

Mathematical Analysis for Business

Probability and Statistics

Creative Writing

Ancient World History

Dance

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

Soccer Team

Dance Team

↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

Growing up in a strict and disciplined environment, Tian has adapted to his core the unbendable need of rightness. Although the teachings were strict Tian grew up cheeky like both his parent. But even though, he keeps in mind the valuable traditions passed down from generations to generations and had always abided by it. The inheritance of traits from his bloodline does not end there, he also has a heart of gold like his mother, he would never bat an eye to people in need. Tian was always on the edge, playing with the rules but not close enough to break them.

↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART

Despite the discipline of the Li family, Tian never felt like what he is now will ever be enough to fulfill the expectations of many. He fights for others, but he doesn’t have the courage to fight for himself. He acts like everything in his life is in shape, but he knows it is not.

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

Smack! Tian slaps himself as he locked and unlocked his smartphone. He was still stuck in the phase where he still couldn’t believe that it was already his first day. He shook his head and felt the last bit of drowsiness disappear as he started to see trees. He knew it, he was finally here. Tian felt nervous and anxious, he started biting on his nails and fiddled with the the zipper of his bag. He felt the car stop, causing him to bump his head on the passenger’s seat. His heartbeat ran faster, faster than the time when he accidentally knocked down a century old lamp. It was time. He’s here.

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↳ “YOU KNOW ME WELL. I DON’T EXPLAIN.“

♕ — Please follow and welcome Xylia Golias to Escoria ! Xylia is the twenty year old descendant of Megara and Hercules attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Hesperides #509 the Swim Team member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

READING, WRITING, AND CRITICAL THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE

ANCIENT WORLD HISTORY

CALCULUS

SWORD FIGHTING

SWIMMING

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

SWIM TEAM

↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

although her golden brown locks and facial features shows clear resembles to her father, her blood really runs down the deep stream of her mother’s underground ‘yesterdays’. because of similar mother-daughter habits, xylia frequently dives in perpetual trouble with the wrong circles and dubious deals due to her headstrong and nonchalant persona.  

like mother like daughter, a lot would say. unfortunately for her, she doesn’t have a hercules to save the day at least as her personal wonder boy.

subtracting the parallel sensibility she has with her mother, her full physical appearance and competence was a carbon copy of the young hercules himself; petite figure, strength, and cut facial features. everyone just knows she’s the daughter of the hero.

↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART

she is selfish. the ex-immortal’s daughter might deny it, but she knows.

she was no heroic role model like her father nor does she even think she could uphold such a holy name, but that’s all right; there were three other siblings to take that label off of her shoulders. plus, her parents don’t try to compel her against her wills; not that they knew much of what she was doing around anyway (much of what she doesn’t notify them about).

her feet prances where she fancies, and when opposed, xylia will endure consequences and advance towards her prize. and that just brings her trouble, and trouble always find a way to catch up.

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

her cold right thumb meets the black flint wheel in an accelerated motion as her left hand cups over the lighter to prevent the wind blowing out the small flame that it had yielded. xylia’s lips hold onto the cancerous bud as the smoke began producing. her eyes flutter downwards with enjoyment painted on her pale face with rose tints. a sweet escape of the weights she puts on her own shoulders.

school was always a pain in the ass. endless reports, deadly hours of exams, the drowning and suffocation of team projects was all draining.

xylia’s parents don’t expect her to get the best grades or have her trying to excel and exceed other students, but she just wasn’t ever satisfied with what they tell her. other students at this wonderful school all seem to have it put together. well–maybe if you subtract some of isle kids and the cheshire cat’s children. but she was the daughter of a hero, granddaughter of zeus, yet who is she other than that?

she’s completely insane.

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↳ “And she said, you’re so much like me, boy step outta your dream. watch ‘em all gather ‘round, boy. It is your turn to be king.”

♕ — Please follow and welcome Renly Belle to Escoria ! Renly is also known as Ren and they are the nineteen year old descendant of Tinkerbell attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Amaterasu #406 the Co-Captain of the Swim Team strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

Reading, Writing and Critical thinking about Literature

Psychology

Modern World History

Ancient World History

Painting

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

Co-captain of swim team

↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

Feisty & Hot tempered: It is known Tinkerbell has a fierce hot head, triggered by minuscule things that cause for a sharp tongue to throw daggers at whoever comes in her way, Renly, like his mother is easily angered. Quick to fluster through things that most would find laughable. His fits, though harmless have been known to raise a few eyebrows since he is quite dorky and innocuous.

Fearless & Adventurous: He takes daily risks, finding that living on the edge is much more entertaining.

↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART

Though he’s a near carbon copy of his mother:

Curious: His heart is much bigger than he’d like it to be, though he dislikes the thought of the isles children, he finds himself attempting to figure out of psychologically there could be s o m e good within a d e m o n.

Captivating: Tends to be center of attention, unlike his mother before him who attempted to keep a tight knit circle and was distrusting, he ventures out to make friends with the children of Escoria.

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

The pool heats up his soaked legs, vibrations of annoyance trembling him with every word harshly spat at him; a lecture bickered into an eardrum he attempted to clear from the remaining liquid with a tiny ivory towel. Sighs of boiling irritation followed by a click of the tongue allows for a pause of the other’s raging allegations. With a flick of the wrist he attempts to make her disappear, gaining him a brash strike to his left cheek.

“That kid didn’t do anything to you!” she recites once more in her peeved delicate tone, though she seems heedless to the fact that she’s crossed a significantly thin line, erased the trust he had embroiled her with, blurred his rationality.

As a glare is set upon her with the equivalent might she reddened his features with.

“I’d suggest—” he begins in a husk whisper “that you go..”

He warns, standing from the edge he had found relaxation in moments before she arrived; the rose tint her petite digits had imprinted him with now furiously painted the entirety of his dignity. Face blotching with pure insolence of whatever insignificant disrespect she would feel.

“Or I’ll make you feel, what you’ve just made me feel”

he threatens, any variable of self composure tossed into a metaphorical trash bin as she steps away from him, the first time she must’ve seen his hues dark. Usually half crescent like orbs above a bright smile now replaced by heavy breathes and a scrunched scowl towering over her much smaller frame.

Her back facing him now as she inched away from him in hurried steps.

“They don’t belong here, you know it like I do!”

He reminds, calling out to her with a solemn smirk. His actions had been interpreted wrong. They were monsters, sure. Yet he believed they weren’t to be blamed for being such malicious deviants, with a sigh he continued to dry dark locks onto a dampened towel, chuckling as complexity overtook him through a few cheerless chuckles.

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↳ “ Nants/ ingonyama /bagithi Baba “

♕ — Please follow and welcome Beaulus Bonheur to Escoria ! Beaulus is also known as Beau and they are the nineteen year old descendant of Belle and Beast attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Olympus #604 the Soccer Team and Drama Club member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

Calculus

Probability and Statistics

Shakespeare Studies

Photography

Remedial Goodness

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

Soccer Team

Drama Club

↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

People always tell me that I’ve got my mother’s smile and her intelligence to go with it, but I sleep during calculus class and I hate books… although there’s art and photography that we both get along with– I’m a geek. Aside from my Dad’s look back when he has not met my mother yet, I also love the way he doesn’t back down from a fight, oh and the way he grumps out when he’s in a bad mood, I love it too much my mom says I’ve got it too.

↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART

My mom hates Magic, I do. My dad hates villains, I think I don’t– they’re not bad and sometimes, In this little golden heart that my family says I should have, has gotten a nick for those villains. They’re cool, plus Lumière says Dad was a villain too.

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

❝Everybody keeps talking about my brother, our family the palace, and so goes the other. If you’d ask them who’s the third? oh jolly we didn’t know there was this last fucker! but to heck with this, my legacy will come sooner or later❞

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↳ " HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM / AND OF PLEASURE / NOTHING EVER LASTS FOREVER / EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD“

♕ — Please follow and welcome Seth Zephyrus Wolf to Escoria ! Seth is the nineteen year old descendant of The Big Bad Wolf attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Amaterasu #406 the Soccer Team member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy! 

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

WRESTLING

GUITAR

REMEDIAL GOODNESS

PSYCHOLOGY

ACADEMIC READING AND WRITING

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

SOCCER TEAM

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↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

Like his father, Seth is ruthless. He wouldn’t even blink an eye if he were to point a gun at a victim’s temple for money, because whatever he wants, he gets. He takes pride in the graffiti of his father that fills most of the walls in the alleys, and always has a stash of spray cans just to embed his father’s signature name and figure onto clean, empty walls. Seth seeks comfort in instilling fear in others, something that the Big Bad Wolf himself has always taught him to do.

↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART

The exterior Seth is evil. The interior is unknown. He is secretly jealous of his brother, the way he obtains cash in a legal way without having to point a gun or threaten anyone. Deep down, he’s tired of living under the shadow of the Big Bad Wolf. With his older brother out of the picture, he’s next in line to the label of the biggest, baddest, wolf and the pressure is on his shoulders. Does he really want to be bad for the rest of his life, have his name etched onto the walls of the dirty Isle streets for no one but fearful people to view?

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

Fog clouded up the grey skies, and smoke wafted through the air in the streets of Isle. Cigarette butts strewn carelessly on the ground, guns that stuck out of backpockets, empty wallets discarded into a pile of trash was a common sight.

Seth stands in the middle of an alleyway, head tilted upwards to look at the piece of artwork that had been spray-painted by his younger brother. A pair of green, sly eyes stares back at him, and he smiles. His father looks a lot better in person.

“You’re getting there,” he glances at his brother, “it’s not as good as the ones that his followers have done over the years, but you’re improving.”

At that moment, the more he marvelled at the imprint of the Wolf, the more the green eyes seemed to glow.

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↳ “ AND AS I WATCH YOU DISAPPEAR INTO THE GROUND / MY ONE MISTAKE WAS THAT I NEVER LET YOU DOWN / SO ILL WASTE MY TIME AND ILL BURN MY MIND / ON MISS NOTHING “

♕ — Please follow and welcome Ziyi He to Escoria ! Ziyi is the twenty-two year old descendant of Yao & Mei attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Hesperides #502 the Fencing Team Captain and Soccer Team member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy! 

↳ CLASS SCHEDULE

ancient world history

sword fighting

archery

wrestling

academic reading and writing

↳ CLUBS & SPORTS

fencing team captain

soccer team

↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT

Like her father, Ziyi is quick tempered, to the point where it seems like she’s looking for a fight. Constantly. She is one for holding grudges; hell, she’d held a grudge against her brother for his entire life, for circumstances out of his control. She is stubborn to a T, and once she gets going, it’s hard getting her to stop. She is a strong, apt fighter and an incredible warrior, something she takes much pride in. Like her mother, Ziyi doesn’t judge on someone’s appearance, but rather their character instead. She tries hard to be loyal and obedient to her father, but like her mother, sometimes things can go awry.

↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART

While Yao’s morals aren’t the worst, Ziyi’s moral compass is a little more in check and up to date. She is kinder and more compassionate than Yao, but much more insecure than he could ever dream of being. She is definitely not as full of herself or confident in her abilities as he. She has more of a friendlier outside than him, a one’s first impression of Yao isn’t always necessarily a good one.  When it comes to her mother, Ziyi is much less interested in love and romantic relationships. While she still is open to it, she’s in no hurry to find a partner, something her mother wanted very much when meeting her father. She doesn’t believe in soulmates or love at first sight; Ziyi is hardened and set on her personal goals.

↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’

The perfectly weighted blade fit nicely in her hand, but it should; it had been made for her. She was the pride and joy of the He family; a title she had given herself after deciding she earned it, since it would never be given to her by her parents. Why would they christen her as such, though? She was a girl. Weak, submissive….she had no place among warriors, or so she was told. But she refused to back down, hoping for a day when she would be recognized by her father as a daughter he could be proud of. If only she had been born with XY chromosomes.

Her eyes narrowing unpleasantly, she slashed at the training dummy viciously, severing its battered head and watching it roll away, her strong, calloused hands tightening around the sword grip. She tried not to imagine an faces in particular on the poor dummy; that was unhealthy, her mother had told her. She shouldn’t be ravaging a standee with anyone in mind. She had bowed and promised Mei that she wouldn’t; what else could she do? She was already far from the perfect daughter she had always wanted; if she wasn’t obedient, she’d be disowned. Ziyi was already a disgrace, and she refused to add to that.

With a sigh, she cleaned up the training area, sheathing her sword and massaging the palms of her hands as she wandered slowly, mulling over things in her mind. She wouldn’t quit. She’d turn into someone her father would be proud to fight beside, that her mother would be proud to take care of. If not for herself, then for them. They deserved a kid they could be proud of