Please welcome [ SYLVANA CLAYTON ], a child of [ TARZAN AND JANE ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ SECOND YEAR ] residing in [ #202 ] at [ IRIDESSA ] hall. They are [ A MEMBER OF THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM AND PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB ].
Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.
her father didn’t give her much of an opinion on the subject of school. on the other hand, her mother had suggested she try it out, see if she was willing to hang around those who aren’t different from her for once. although her mind was in a completely different place, her thoughts, her expectations weren’t the same. sylvana tells herself, who would want to hang around a girl who lived in a jungle from the moment she was born to now?“you’d have an amazing story to tell, i’m sure they’ll be interested in hearing all those stories.” oh, like the time she fought that leopard one time? her mother reassures her. her father places his large hand on her shoulder, easily lifts her while he playfully tosses her body on his bare back like he always does. nowadays, she had gotten bigger but that didn’t stop him.“she’s right. get as much fun you could get out of it. maybe you’ll learn to love it at fabelin.” he says, easily agreeing with her. they didn’t find the need to pressure her, knowing it was completely her choice in the end but secretly, sylvana did indeed wanted to go for the sake of exploring the new world. she seemed so, so eager to observe life in the cities… small towns and being around civilization could help her. her mother never expressed her minor concerns until now; warning her to keep her violent tendencies to a minimum, to speak politely and not recklessly knowing how blunt she tends to be. instead of you being cautious of them, they should be cautious of you. sylvana tried her best to calm her mother’s nerves while her father wasn’t all too worried, more so told her that it’d be lonely without her around, especially the chimps and elephants stomping in the lake every afternoon whom she learned to make friends with since four years old. “okay, i’ll go…” sylvana speaks hesitantly, kicking her legs around in the water where she stands. daddy dearest swipes her from her legs, hanging her upside down while her mother lets out a laugh to express her excitement.“okay, okay, you can put me down now, dad!”
COURSES
FIRST PERIOD: practical math
SECOND PERIOD: latin
[ STUDY HALL ]
THIRD PERIOD: digital arts
FOURTH PERIOD: modern world history
[ LUNCH ]
FIFTH PERIOD: public speaking
SIXTH PERIOD: environmental science
BACKGROUND: here is where your muses story up to this point should be told. really, you can put anything you think is important to know here, whether it includes their happiest moment, their greatest sadness, issues they face with themselves or their family, etc. let your creativity flow free and write anything you wish! the only thing we ask for this portion is that you write at least a paragraph.
they thought living like this was impossible. that there was no way that a single human could have fit in with a group of gorillas, raised as an animal, one of the family. if they knew, they’d be shocked at how far that they have come. people knew him as john clayton but those dearest to him now had known him as simply tarzan, her father. he had been the man who had been raised by a single gorilla since tarzan was only a few months old. the story that her father told her was cruel, frightening but there was nothing much you could do when you realize that was how nature ran its course, especially in the jungle full of predators and prey.
there was no words to simply describe a shattered heart, the loss of a child, the two parents who gave birth to you. no doubt that they’ve experienced that up close while her parents told her the tales. now fate had decided to bring two families together and make it into a larger one. jane and tarzan managed to bring in a baby girl to join their extended family and they named her sylvana and she was finally brought into the wild that was her “home”. she’s told that there’s various mountains big enough for her to climb if she tries hard enough, and she’s told that she’s brave enough to stand at the very top and know that she has conquered it.
throughout the years, all the way from the beginning, sylvana grew up fast and that was to be expected. it almost felt as though her childhood was flying by and yet sylvana could remember most of it. those little adventures she’d go on, occasionally obeying the gorillas’ warnings of the potential dangers.
she was definitely human, last time they checked but she was still wild. at least placing her into school will keep her from getting mauled by leopards or stopped on by giant elephants, they said. but like a human living in the wild, sylvana was not normal, not ever normal, but at least she wanted to attempt to see how they lived, how humans acted around such an environment while this was only her first time. they won’t like her, they’ll think she’s strange, different.
“sylvana, you have something to teach them, as they have things they could teach you too.” her mother tried to settle her nerves, and sylvana knew that her mother was right while her father tells her how all the wild ones have fun. that had been the opposite of what her mother told her and saying how awkward it’d be for those around her. sylvana’s world has always been a little chaotic, a bit loud and occasionally it was quiet but she didn’t mind it at all. the wild was now apart of her and those inhabited had been her family. they would cast her out as they weren’t always used to a human by their side but sylvana learned never to back down and courage herself to always try the impossible.
now she’s in a new environment, out of the jungle while she had a lot more to learn. whatever they considered as rude or rather impolite and strange, sylvana found herself doing it. she speaks her mind honestly, her quick reflexes and impulsive behavior would be responsible for her fist “accidentally” be connected to someone else’s face. some would find that her violent tendencies and her naivety as endearing while most would just find it as a threat. sylvana wouldn’t blame them, she was too shameless.
nonetheless, she was going to make the best out of attending fabelin.
Please welcome [ ARISTIDE LEGUME ], also known as [ ARIS ] a child of [ GASTON ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR ] residing in [ #305 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are [ A MEMBER OF THE TRACK TEAM, DRAMA CLUB AND BOXING. ].
Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.
“But father— “ his voice came out in that of a groan, chin lifting high in the air as his eyes narrowed at the taller man he had been trying to bargain with, “Why exactly can’t I go? Simply because you don’t like it? That’s hardly a reason, pathetic, really.” Aristide had grown tired of the fighting, tired of being polite and trying to reason, he simply didn’t have it in his anymore.“If I were you I would watch your tone, boy, I brought you into this world!”
his father replied with a quirked brow, chest poked out in an attempt to size his own son up, “It isn’t what’s best for you, you’re to stay in the school I went to when I was your age, it will do you some good, help you shape up! You’ve been slacking lately; have you been eating your eggs? You know, when I was your age I ate four dozen a—“ with the dismissive wave of a hand, his son finished for him.“Four dozen eggs a morning, I know. You’ve told this story a million times, father, and really, I’m tired of hearing it.”It’s not that he expected to get what he wanted in the attitude he had been giving his father, in reality, Aris knew he was out of line and he knew even more that it wasn’t best to anger his father—it only ended in yelling and an obnoxiously long story about how once upon a time, the entire town respected him, loved him, looked up to him; he shouldn’t have to take an attitude from an angst-ridden teenager!
“Look,” Aris begun, inhaling deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just hear me out, father!”With the tilt of a head and a thick, bushy brow quirking, he simply nodded. “Hurry this up, I haven’t got all day and you’re beginning to bore me.”“Don’t you know who goes to this school, father?” he asked, voice falling quiet as he leaned in and caught his father’s attention,
“Why, it’s that Samuel boy. You know, the son of that beast?” Aris knew how to persuade his father, how to manipulate him into getting the things he would want… he had learned from the best, after all.“They have parent days, and if I were to…go to this school, you just might run into Belle, and even better, I could do so much better than him father, I could outshine him in anything, you’ve said it yourself. I could crush him, if you would just allow me this one thing, I would-“ it was his father’s turn to hold a finger up dismissively, pinching his cleft chin and letting his eyes wander up as he grew lost in thought.
“I will allow you to go, but you must promise me one thing.” He finally replied, a wicked smirk creeping upon his aging features, “You show those students who you are, you show them what a Legume can truly do, and-“ he paused, smirk falling to a grin, “You show him who truly deserves to be king.”
COURSES:
FIRST PERIOD: Theater and Drama
SECOND PERIOD: Weight Training
[ STUDY HALL ]
THIRD PERIOD: Biology
FOURTH PERIOD: Advanced Composition
[ LUNCH ]
FIFTH PERIOD: Modern World History
SIXTH PERIOD: Algebra
BACKGROUND: “Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.”
I. In a perfect life, the people in the town would line up down the streets…Hope glistening in their eyes, feet tapping in anticipation at the thought of meeting the first son of Sir Gaston Legume. In a perfect life, the mother and father would greet the towns people gleefully, they would wave and graciously accept the many gifts left at their feet in honor of the newest edition to the Legume family; but this life was far from perfect, you got what you were given and you had no choice but to accept it and move on. The birth of Aristide Legume was nothing spectacular in a town dedicated to their King and his wife; let alone the first born of the man who had once tried to kill the king himself in a desperate attempt at winning the beauty. People didn’t line up and down the streets awaiting to see the boy with gifts in their hands, they simply turned their noses up and went on with their life, awaiting the birth of the little prince to be.
II. “Don’t worry about that little beast,” his father would say, a ridiculous grin on his face as he swept his son into his arms, “With a curse like that, a strapping boy like you could outshine him in anything! Just follow as I say, watch how your old man does it and the towns people will be all over you the way they once were me!” This was drilled into his head consistently from a young age, the years he’d spent learning how to function, soaking up information like a sponge, it was drilled into his head that he would be the best, that he had to be the best. So this was how he grew up, constantly watching the people of the town swoon and sway over every little move the prince boy would make- Aris would do his best to do it first, to do it better.
III. As Aris grew, his father did his best to mold him into everything he could wish for in a son. He was taught to hunt, taught to woo, taught to impress, he was a natural charm like his father- yet he still went unnoticed. In the town, at school, wherever he went, all he would hear about was the King and his wife and their perfect boy, everything he should have had, everything he deserved, he had to watch another person get it all handed to him from the sidelines. On top of the beginning struggle with his self-worth, life in his home was far from what a child should have. There was no familial love, there was no affection; his father could barely stand his mother and the only time he was praised was when he did something just as his father had told him to. He experienced all of the negatives of his parents’ relationship alongside the both of them, if you could even call it a relationship. There were fights, there was screaming, his father held no respect for his mother and would treat her like a silly trophy he could pull out when he wanted to brag. His mother, she had no self-respect—she allowed her husband to treat her like dirt on his shoes and only clung to him the more he pulled away. It was no marriage, it was simply a woman and a man living together in a desperate attempt at looking like they mattered within the town.
IV. Aris found it hard to grow close to either of his parents, his father constantly trying to tell him ways to better himself, telling him how to act, what to do, throwing it in his face that he would never be “number one” if he wasn’t just like him. His mother only nagged and attached herself to Gaston, Aris hated every minute of it. Still, as much as he began to resent who his father was, he still shared his genes, and he still shared a mutual hatred for the royalty of the town. It was no surprise that this hatred, that this inner desire to be better took over his life and who he was as a person, it was all he knew at this point. After spending so many years in school watching everybody swarm around the beast, he grew tired of the other getting all of the attention he could, of the other doing better than him at everything. After staging a scene with some of the other children in his school, Aris hid in the shadows and watched as the other was bullied and beaten until he was finally forced to leave the school.
Soon after, Aris became that of a popular boy within his classmates, he wasn’t forced to look at that ugly little beast anymore, and for the shortest time, he felt good enough.
V. Still, there was never a good enough in a town where your father—your family was a joke. It didn’t take long for things to go back to the way they were, for people to overlook Aris and for his world to go back to crumbling. His teenage years were the worst, the fighting in his home only grew, it seemed as though everything just flew downhill. He just didn’t get it, he was strapping, he was handsome, he could hunt just like his father, he was everything a town could want for a hero and yet he still felt in his heart like he would never be good enough. His father had lost faith within him, had given up on his ideal son. He simply didn’t cut it; this was never the life his father had imagined. Gaston should have gotten the girl, he should have married her from the beginning and begun the life he so righteously deserved, and yet he was stuck with a wife he didn’t love and a son who would never add up.
VI. Eventually, Aris wanted an escape, a chance to start over, a chance to begin somewhere his name wasn’t shunned and looked down upon. He wanted a chance to prove himself, and shortly after discovering about the academy the prince himself had gotten himself into, it only made Aris strive to go more, to do better, to woo the students and teachers and finally get the revenge he deserved—but most of all, it was finally an escape from home.
Please welcome [ VERAROSE EISER ], also known as [ VERA ] a child of [ THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR ] residing in [ #307 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are [A MEMBER OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL AND CO-CAPTAIN FOR THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM ].
Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.
The wondrous grins of the students passing through the gates makes Vera gag. Disdain paints her whole mood as she mourns another year of her powers being taken away, wasted to sit idly, boiling in her veins. At times, well, most times, she regrets deciding to come here at all.
But mother taught her that one must finish what they started. And Vera had long planted her history, her roots into this school by the end of first year. Yes, they pointed at the one who no longer had a mother. They heard of her wickedness, the blood she spilled, and the people she ruled. Vera intends to do the same.
It was such an insane thought that villains and heroes could coexist under one body in harmony. It was hilarious even. Vera was told that there was much she could learn from attending. That it would be good for her. She could be a great of a ruler as her mother was, maybe even better. “Pity for the other students who come by you though.” Yes, pity. Because Vera had swore long ago that there was nothing good in this world anymore. Nothing left to learn from people, for they were all the same. They all held wickedness whether they knew it or not. “Heroes.” Such bullshit. So she threw caution to the wind. There was nothing left to lose, when you had lost it all. There’s only everything to gain.
COURSES:
FIRST PERIOD: chemistry
SECOND PERIOD: fibers
[ STUDY HALL ]
THIRD PERIOD: government and politics
FOURTH PERIOD: public speaking
[ LUNCH ]
FIFTH PERIOD: free period
SIXTH PERIOD: personal finance
BACKGROUND:
If you are told that you were born to have the world in your hands and everything more, that is exactly what you will believe and nothing less.
Mother tells you that what is rightfully yours, you must prove yourself worthy for it. That is how you know you were meant to rule, to ascend her throne, above the people because they are weaker. Because mother is a leader, so are you.
And see, mother tells you lots of things. She lures you with promises and rewards you with twisted words. Her affection is layered in conditions and quests that you complete with your blood and sweat. The magic given to you flows easily, stronger than the other witches you hear of. But mother expects more. And when you’re holding emerald lightning in your hands, trembling legs that collapse with ashened knees, mother tells you to get up. (”Never lower yourself in front of anyone, even when you are weak, not even me.“) But it is only then, does mother flash her smile, caress your cheek darlingly, and say “Well done, my lovely rose.”
(You only ask once about your father and you learn never to ask again. Mother teaches you that it does not matter. You will become strong with or without her, with or without a father, she will guarantee it. Also, the sullen look in mother’s eyes never scared you so much.)
They call her the Wicked Witch of the East. At the mention of your mother, the other kids cower near you and their whispers are haunting voices next to your ear in nightmares. But mother teaches you. She says that wickedness makes you strong, makes you beautiful, makes you confident. And it is true. All mother is, in her burning wickedness is strong, confident, and more importantly, the most beautiful woman in the land of Oz. Your mother shines radiance in her hues of green, finest silks and emerald necklace, sparks of jade and her silver shoes.
You were still young, still a child. Perhaps you were never innocent, but what was left of childhood was taken away. They say that she died a quick death. An accident, they say it was. But you know that your mother was called out there, lured to be executed. Among the ashes and rubble, what left of her beauty were her wonderful silver shoes, stolen right off her feet. How dare they?! They took the one last thing left of your mother’s; those shoes are rightfully yours! And not a second too late, did they even feel any pity but a celebration of her death—even joyfully erupting into a song and dance! That is the moment you realize, there was no light in the world, no good witch existed if they were to so gleefully celebrate death—your mother, poor, beautiful mother.
You live under the wings of the Wicked Witch of the West. It’s days that you spend cooped up in the dark with your only light as the shining emerald electricity in your hands. Your nights are filled with the spilling of blood, bowing knees, and the darkening of your eyes. The whispers still haunt you at night with their song as a lullaby that keeps you up, but you’ve long run out of tears.
When the letter comes, you mean to throw it out. But something makes you pause. The thought of heroes and villains gathering together was utterly hilarious. Unbelievable. But what more is there to lose? There is after all, no real good in the world. Perhaps we shall see. Your legacy, your throne, your vengeance awaits you. It boils under your skin, festering, digs the depth of hatred and wickedness inside you. You swear that you’ll light the world in flames to watch it come crashing down, even if it means burning with it.
Please welcome [ XIUQI LI ], also known as [ XIU MEI ], a child of [ MULAN & SHANG ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ SECOND YEAR ] residing in [ #202 ] at [ IRIDESSA] hall. They are [A MEMBER OF THE DANCE TEAM AND CHEERLEADING ].
Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.
It has been a few days since she started school but it was still taking some time to adjust to things. Nothing too difficult for her but it makes her wonder how her parents are doing, looking at her phone and thinking if she should give them a call before deciding against it. No, she was here to focus on her. It has not been long and she should not give in to missing them so dearly already. All she needs to do is to keep her busy, is what she reasons to herself. Though it seems that she does not have to call her parents for her mother has taken the first step in calling her, answering the phone call much more quickly than she would have liked. "How is my little fighter doing?”“She is doing well. School has been fun for the most part. I get a little lost sometimes but the teachers are understanding and welcoming.”“Have you made any friends yet?”“No, not yet. Have not had the chance to do so.”“Ah, then you must be happy that Wufan is there, aren’t you? You have someone to talk to until you make new friends.”Wufan? “What do you mean Wufan is here?”“He didn’t tell you? He is attending the school as well. Insisted just as much as you did in attending the school. I think he made the same points as you did on why you should attend the school. Ah, as expected of siblings. Wanting to stick close to one another." She could hear her mother talking still but she finds it hard to pay attention when her mind was busy thinking of Wufan. Did he come here to keep an eye on her? Or was this something he wanted for himself?
COURSES:
First Period: Creative Writing
Second Period: Practical Math
[ Study Hall ]
Third Period: Modern World History
Fourth Period: Chinese
[ Lunch ]
Fifth Period: Aerobics
Sixth Period: Dance
BACKGROUND:
一
Xiuqi never understood the hate that comes with the princess culture portrayed in media or told about with great disdain in society. While she understands the valid points and reasonings behind their dislikes of such a concept, for her when she was still little, at the age of four if she remembers correctly, her father would make her a tiny princess and he would be her royal advisor. He would come to her with tea, and he would discuss the problems of the kingdom. Her kingdom, which was filled with an assortment of different stuffed animals. He would tell her that new people wanted to move to the kingdom, and ask her what they should do. Or he would tell her that the teddy bears and the dolls were fighting over the enchanted forest, and ask her what are the solutions that they can come with to stop the fighting.
He took the trappings of the princess culture and used it as a tool to teach her about leadership, civic responsibility, and compassion. Though, nothing less was to be expected from the great Li Shang.
二
Though, it seems that not everyone was on board with her father’s idea. While she enjoyed getting lessons, especially since they are the very same ones that her brother was taught, Xiuqi disliked the lessons as well for she couldn’t ignore the feeling that her teachers were underestimating her abilities or seeing her as a lesser individual compared to her brother for being a girl. Even when she was able to complete an aerial flip just as well as her brother, she only gets a brief nod and a “do better” while her brother gets never ending praise of the great potential in him.
She loves her brother dearly, her brother being her one true friend, her confidant, and her protector. Her brother, who would always allow her to drag him to town to get a new snack or toy despite being drained from practice. Her brother, who has never complained on the days she would sneak into his room due to a nightmare she had, readily making space for her to sleep beside him. They have been in each other’s lives for every step of the way and she can never imagine him not being a part of it.
However, she could not help but feel the twinge of upset when she sees him being more readily accepted by the elders than she was. And the worst part was, she could never have the heart to tell him. So instead, she puts on a smile and tells her brother that just like their father, he was going to be a great leader one day. She jokes that he better not forget about her the day he goes become a general and lead the army but is well aware that there will come a time where he would not have the time and energy for her, however, she retains her smile still and pushes those thoughts away for her as she attempts to ruffle up her brother’s hair, whining at the big height difference between them.
三
It does not come to a surprise that her mother has taken notice of her pent up feelings, for her mother was ever so observant and intelligent even as a mother. It was during one of those days where Wufan was away and as her mother sits on her bed, waiting patiently for her to begin, Xiuqi finds herself revealing everything, remembering all the tears that she had shed in her mother’s embrace and how her mother’s gentle hands wiped away each one of them. How her mother held her hand in hers with one hand while the other stroked her hair, recalling the words that her mother has uttered and she still holds close to her to this day.
“A volcano rests on your tongue. Know when to blow smoke and know how to open your jaw and burn everything down. Buy a pen, a paper. Do not let your story be written by those people who plot to turn your downfall into their victory. They are not telling your story. You are. And you have full control of it. To have it be how you want it to be and be who you desire to be. Your fate does not rest on a glass slipper, on a white stallion or on a kiss: you are so much more than that. You are of mythical magic. You are of stories that mothers passes down to their daughters so that their daughters will realize and dream of being what they want to be without fearing anything and knowing that their possibilities are endless. You bust the seams off any princess dress. Screaming crimson and gold, blazing and bright as the sunrise. Breaking the dawn like an eggshell and I hope, my daughter, that the world is ready for you. For what you can do and what you can offer.“
Xiuqi smiles the brightest that she had in awhile and she thanks the heavens that they have blessed her with such a wonderful mother, muttering her thanks to her mother over and over again before she was silenced by her mother and is instead asked about her lessons, Xiuqi feeling the excitement she felt once before in telling of her accomplishments instead of hiding it away with time when she sees that it was nothing compared to Wufan in the eyes of the elders. She feels pride when her mother places a hand on her cheek when she was done and her mother utters:
“Nothing less expected from the great daughter of Li Shang and Li Mulan.”
四
It had been a mere suggestion from her teacher, something that her parents had thought about it but never acted upon: for her to attend Fabeln Academy. Her parents were concerned, how are they not for this was an Academy that not too long ago, began accepting children of villains accepted into the school? When their daughter would be so far away from home and at a young age? When the only scenery and people she knew were the ones that she has known for the past fifteen years?
“I’ll go.” Her voice travelled around the room and she could see everyone’s attention on her, being able to see the clear surprise on their features for they had thought that they had been alone the entire time. “It would be a great opportunity for one to learn and grow. I must experience new things and learn more than what is taught here for me to have a better understand of the world and myself."
Her parents made their protests but when they saw the determination in their daughter’s eyes, they could do nothing but give in to her. After days of waiting for her acceptance letter from the school and preparing all she needs for this new chapter in life, it came time for her to say goodbye, bowing to her parents and giving them a kiss on the cheek before she began going off into a new chapter of her life. It made her heart ache a little to see that Wufan was not there to see her off but she understands that this was now a time for her to be her own person and to not depend on him too much, taking in a deep breath and holding her head up high as she goes on her journey.
If only she knew that he was tagging along on her journey.
Please welcome [ CELESTE KIRAZ DELACROIX ], also known as [ AME ] a child of [ ESMERALDA AND PHOEBUS ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR ] residing in [ #306 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are [A MEMBER OF THE FENCING TEAM AND BOXING ].
Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.
They laughed at her again just like every other day because she wore those pants instead of the flattering skirt the girls’ uniform proposed. She had debated for once to go through with, but she stopped herself and refrained from grabbing the skirt that laid there since the very first day of the very first year she was here. It was better to be laughed at for this than for her scars. She did not want people to know about the ugly burns that never really healed. Although they were mainly on her back, there were a few on her thighs and she was too anxious to let it show.She sighed inaudibly.There were times when she envied the others who had lived a better and privileged life. She did not want the silver spoon that some had been fed from. She wished that she had the chance to grow up with her parents in the picture. She wished to have been normal that was the word. Sometimes, she cursed her mother for even giving birth to her. Where did those scars came from? Why was she hearing-impaired? Why? Why living?She sighed again.The finishing touches were only brushing her hair and wear very simple makeup. She was still slightly girly regardless those pants borrowed from the boys’ uniform. She breathed as she left her room making sure she had her writing pad (not everyone learned sign language) and her hearing aids (hidden by her hair of course). Another had begun.
COURSES
FIRST PERIOD: Yoga
SECOND PERIOD: Painting
[ STUDY HALL ]
THIRD PERIOD: Shakespearean Studies
FOURTH PERIOD: Creative Writing
[ LUNCH ]
FIFTH PERIOD: French
SIXTH PERIOD: Dance
BACKGROUND: Shivering in a corner of the bell tower, she had nowhere else to go. Once more, she had sought the divine protection of the merciful or merciless Lord in the Cathedral of Notre-Dame. No one wanted of a sorceress’s child regardless all she had done for the poor and the outcasts, regardless if she had stood up to Frollo and was unjustly burnt at the stake. It was not that the poor child was not born with any particular beauty – not to be unfair to Quasimodo who had one of the fairest inner beauties – the child had taken from her mother. Never once she knew her father, but her blond hair could have been what tied her to him if she knew rather or not Claude Frollo had blond hair during his youth (God forbid that the child was born out of rape). She could have been (and probably was) the child the captain of Frollo’s cavalry who stood up against the judge and almost died. His name was Phoebus. After all that happened, he was still on duty as captain and was making sure that the streets were safe. Aside from Quasimodo and the Gorgoyles, however, no one knew that Esmeralda had given birth. She died delivering her during the final moments. Quasimodo had been too late to save her. The fumes had reached her lungs and the remainder of her energy was waste to delivery.
He was not dupe. The ringmaster of the Court of Miracles who would narrate tales with his miniature puppet noticed the child one day who stayed far away in the shade while listening to the tales of Notre-Dame. She had this dirty cloth she used as cape around her while she listened intently to him. He who had been with Esmeralda for so long could tell with just one glance that the kid was hers. Esmeralda, the dancing alluring goddess, had left a shard of her existence in this world in a form of a frail blondie. Along with Gringoire, who had “married” the gypsy, they brought her to the court. No longer was she going to seek the cold tenderness of the cathedral. No longer did she have to hide from all. Gringoire was a poet. He thought her all about literature in the best of his ability, because, see, the child could not hear so well. She could read. She could write. She could imagine. She dared not to speak out of fear she was too loud. Clopin, on the other hand, gave the little child a crash lesson on dancing, on whatever the gypsies’ called magic and on fighting. He made her a little thief and lovely dancer. She was a prodigy just like her bloody mother he dared say once. However, when people would notice the scorch scars on her body, they were inquisitive wondering if she fled her execution. If she was not the sorceress’s child, she was the devil’s kin.
The child born out of wedlock met twice her other maker she always thought as a possibility. Aside from the Feast of Fools, it was unclear rather dancing or begging for money was legal. It was highly frowned upon (not much had changed since the Dark Age by Frollo). Harassed by a few drunkards for some unsavory advances that went far beyond the typical performance, the child, who went by the name of Amaterasu, was saved by the captain who was passing by. Before he could ever notice anything, she thanked him for his kindness and ran away by the roofs. Her second encounter and the most significant one was during the Feast of Fools itself. Clopin had asked her to play her part; therefore, she danced for the crowd. It was an echo from the grave as her number was reminiscent of the one of La Esméralda. The captain followed the child who had been longing to meet Quasimodo and the Gargoyles that she missed dearly. On her way up, she only met the Gargoyles. She waited for a while and even played with the little miniature city that Quasimodo had sculpted out of scratch. The captain called her by her mother’s name (but not her birth name which she found out from Gringoire to be Agnes – her mother was mythical and shrouded in mystery). He must had said the name a couple of times though as he had to touch the child to make his presence known – she was near deaf and could only hear louder noise than the average polite volume employed. She tried to stay, but, fearful, she ran away once more.
Old enough to leave the nest, she left. It was not in wanderlust even if she wished one day to visit all the places in the tales she read if they were real. She left with baggage she inherited: her name, her skills and herself. With not a friend in the world, the unwanted was going to roam places to places just like the “gypsy” she was. She had always hated this derogatory name as this label had never been used fondly. She was invisible since she had no voice of her own to make herself be heard. She never had a good track of time, but she knew that she had long passed childhood since she bled every month and she had a chest or breasts. She was a “bohemian” without the caravan. On good days, she could find a place to eat, to sleep and to bathe. Those good days were rare until the God of Outcasts her mother ha once sung to saved her. There was a place that called itself a school or an academy that wanted her. She did not know someone wanted her. Yes, Gringoire and Quasimodo took care of her, but it was in memory of her mother as if they were indebted to her. The school was not indebted in any way to her mother thought. Her heart felt warmth she had forgotten over the years. Her eyes watered something she forgot they could do. The feeling did not last. It was as ephemeral as anything that could not stand up to time. As soon as she stepped into the edifice they called school, she did not feel wanted. The children went on with their lives, andso did she.
The breeze caressed her rosy face as she contemplated the moon. She had numerous odes that she recited quietly to the mysterious sphere. Her hands on her ears, she adjusted the volume of her hearing aids – courtesy of a knight she knew nothing of – and listened to the melody of nature. The child remained there on her own in her little castle. She had learned in her three years to embrace what they had named loneliness. She cherished being alone, because that was what a sorceress’s child deserved. She remembered what the Gargoyles told her once. They narrated in their quirky way the life of a lonely child who lived in the bell tower and who, one day, had mustered the courage to assist the Feast of Fools. The blonde knew that they were recounting the romanced comedic version of Quasimodo’s life story. He too had dealt with a lot. Now, she believed that he was, perhaps, a happy man. He was no monster even if he was born misshapen. She was no monster how people claimed. She remembered when she would cry when she would hear that she born on the pyre and, when everything had been reduced to ash, she was there. As if her mother’s had magic powers. She shrugged it away now. Numb was her heart. Silent was her voice. Invisible was her person.
Please welcome [ DANIELLE FITZHERBERT ], also known as [ DANI ], a child of [ RAPUNZEL & EUGENE ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ FOURTH YEAR ] residing in [ #403 ] at [ ROSETTA ] hall. They are [ A MEMBER OF THE DANCE TEAM AND ART CLUB ].
Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.
Dream school, just like how people would view Yale University as paradise on earth, that’s what Dani sees Fabeln. She had been researching and researching for months on end, practically touring every nooks and crannies of the school via Google Map- if that is even possible. It looks like a castle! And oh- oh my goodness, the art classes… and the people there! Mom! Dad! Pleeeeaaaassseeee.
Her parents have always been skeptical of the school, seeing as they have a hard time letting go of their only daughter to live on her own at a boarding school, the decision has never been cleared between the two parties. She would mention the school every now and then, yet, reactions from her parents are never crystal clear enough. Until one day… The time has come and she needed to continue her education. With the help of her parents suggesting various of schools, Dani would wrinkle her nose and pout out of disagreement.
“Nope, but hey… Fabeln- listen to me!” Cutting off her parents with a light laughter, as her eyes smiled along with her lips, she held up her index finger before holding up all five fingers midair, the other hand placed atop her chest where her heart is located. “I promise, I’ll take care of myself and I’ll let you know what I’m doing at all times. I promise, I promise I’ll be a good kid and I’ll ace all my classes. I promise, pretty, pretty, pretty please?” A hopeful look grew across her face as she looked back and forth between both of her parents, only to have them eventually agree to her attending the school. The only hard part now is the moving in process. And then the time comes… “OH MY GOD I’M LATE… Five minutes to get ready, five– where are my pants?”
COURSES
FIRST PERIOD: Astrology
SECOND PERIOD: Dance
[ STUDY HALL ]
THIRD PERIOD: Painting
FOURTH PERIOD: Shakespearean Studies
[ LUNCH ]
FIFTH PERIOD: French
SIXTH PERIOD: personal finance
CLUBS & SPORTS: member of the dance team & member of art club
BACKGROUND:
She grew up in a loving family. That is the first thing you need to know about Danielle. Her parents radiated warmth all around the family, not to mention that she had two amazing grandparents– that she lost them to old age when she was at the age of twelve. Though, it wasn’t quite such a turning point. Danielle grew up in a family where her parents understood her, and they let her creativity flow wherever they’d want to go.
The brunette had a normal childhood with childhood friends that she, sadly, no long keeps in touch with. She grew up just like anyone else, toys and all the songs being sang to her at night before she drifts off to dreamland. It was almost too good to be true, it should belong to a fairytale. The mere thought of the memory would always, always warm her heart. Due to this reason, Dani had grown up to be a bright young woman, always showing a face full of smile from ear to ear at everyone.
With not much difficulties growing up (in terms of bonding with parents), Dani isn’t much of a rebel considering there wasn’t any line drawn for her anyway. She takes on the kind hearted trait from her mother and lots– lots of puns from her father. A bright little ray of sunshine in general.
Despite all the positive traits, Dani can be a bit of an indecisive person. This would always cause difficulties among her group of friends, she never really has leadership and she beats herself up everyday for it. She can also be quite oblivious to things, a child at heart… truly a child. She still lacks the ability to see the bad in people, causing her to trust too easily. This has always brought problems on her part.
And with all that, she wouldn’t fail to show you just howclumsy she can be– did someone knock something over?
