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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: ThePawMightyMissFoxy on February 18, 2015, 08:01:16 PM
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Name: Kammie Igarashi
Nickname: Kam
Age: 9
Grade: 5
Personality: Shy/Insecure
(Living in a world of Fursona and humans, her parents are one of each. She attends a private school for Fursona and is one of the very few that are half.)
The school bell blares in her ears. Class is finally over, she thinks to herself. She is so ready to go home. Why'd she have to attend such a bogus school anyways? Just because she had a higher IQ than the rest of the kids at her last school. That, and it was a bit strange to see a nekomimi in a human's public school. It's like when there were African American slaves. They discriminate us, she thinks again. Kammie stands up and walks out of the class after the rest of the Fursona students have. She doesn't want to get caught in the crowd. Not with the bullies around and such. When she's out of the building, she'll have to wait for her dad to pick her up. He's the full-bread Fursona of the family. Her mom, the human. Just as she exits the building, one of her bullies, a big grade 7 Fursona pushes her onto the floor. He begins to taunt her with names like mutt and mongrel.
"S-stop, leave me alone." Kammie's vision blurs as tears form in her eyes. She tries to pick up the things she dropped but the bully hits it out of her hand again. Her warm tears stream down her cheeks and she hugs her knees to her chest. He continues calling out the mean names and insults.
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Name: James Sutherland
Nickname: Fen ( he ish a fennec fox!)
Age: 10
Personality: sarcastic , and quick to judge, though he often keeps his feelings to himself
((NEEEEYAW! THIS PART ENDS THE CHARACTER SHEET))
James sighed, stepping out of his algebra class. He was ahead... Why was he doing that stuff? He didn't care, he did it, he understood it, Bing Bang boom, A in the class.
He heard someone make a nasty comment about his ears, but he largely ignored it. The last kid he punched got him in trouble, and kept making fun of him a few days later. So why bother to teach the un-teachable? So he shrugged it off, and continued walking down the hallway, his Bookbag clung tightly to his back.
Then, he saw one of the larger kids push a smaller, half breed child to the floor, calling her various derogatory names. He wanted to go to that kid, and beat the living crap out of him... But it was just as likely that it would end up the other way.