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Name: Rebecca.
Age: Seventeen.
Bio: She grew up with her mother being a single parent. Her mother dated many guys, and all of them turned out to be the same. Liars, cheaters, drunks, druggies, and abusive. So, as expected, she thought that's the right kind of relationship. Since eighth grade, she'd been with two guys, both like the men her mother brought home. When she met her eleventh grade teacher, and spent time with him, she found herself falling in a forsaken love.
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Symbolic Features/Items(Optional): She wears a heart with a cross in it that her late great grandmother always wore, and wears a vine-looking ring on her right hand.

((Lol :lol: Oh, and I need a last name.))

Name: Steven Fortressic
Age: Twenty Six
Bio: Steven lost his parents when he turned nineteen, being left with a bank full of money that seemed to never end...but he can't seem to find the heart to use it all up like most people would if they were him. He's wise and known for being the best history teacher in the school. He's unhappy with his life, but he seems to find himself finding comfort in his favorite student. He also has a degree in art, which is why you will sometimes find him substituting for the school's art teacher, and likes to paint landscapes or people in his spare time. You will usually find a book in his hand at school.
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Symbolic Features/Items(Optional): ((Since I've never used this in my character profile, I thought it'd be fun)) On his right hand, he wears a Claddagh ring facing out, given to him by his first love.

~RolePlay begins.~

Rebecca walked down the hallway, her bag on her back, and her spirits low. She stared at the ground as she walked, bumping into others now and then, hearing names being shouted at her. She rushed into her classroom and let her things drop by the last desk, nearest to the window. She sat down and slumped, covering her face with her hands. It had been a rough night at home, and she wasn't in the mood for anyone's shit. She pulled her sleeves down, covering her wrists and looked up at her teacher, sitting at his desk. For a second, she stared, taking in his everlasting beauty. 11th grade History was a bit hard, but it was worth it. She loved watching him teach, and laugh when the class clowns acted up. Lowering her eyes, she sighed, and let her hair fall to her face,

Steven sighed as he looked down at the book he was reading. He had just finally finished it. "Well that was disappointing," he mumble to himself. When he raised his eyes, he saw Rebecca sitting in her normal seat. Now, he wasn't one for having a seating chart for his class, but he did encourage change every now and then. Rebecca sat in the same desk every morning. He looked at her beauty which seemed to take his breath away every time. He sighed again as he opened up a drawer at his desk and plopped the book down.

"Good morning, Rebecca," he said in a scratchy but warm voice.

Rebecca looked up and nodded, smiling. "Good morning, Mr. Fortressic," she blushed lightly, and returned to looking down at her desk. She sighed and traced her finger over some carvings she'd previously done. She heard noise, and looked over to see a few kids enter. They glanced at her, then looked away. It's not that they didn't like her. It's the fact she didn't like them, and she let them know it. She let no one in, only her beloved teacher.

Steven felt a little sad when he saw that desperately sad look in her eyes when she looked at him. But her voice was so full of promise though. He opened his mouth to say something, kids started to pack in. He let out a stressful sigh and got into his suitcase and took out a fresh book to read. Anything but having to think about what he had to teach today -- Hitler.

Slowly, time passed by, before the first bell rang through everyone's ears. She straightened up and eyed her teacher. Strands of his hair hung over his eyes, as they pierced everything he looked at in the heart. She watched his every move, and looked down when she suspected he was going to catch her. She looked out the window and saw kids showing up late. One of those kids, in fact, was her best friend, Devon. Devon walked around, towering over people, her head different colours every week. This week, it was pink. Rebecca laughed and watched the tall, thin girl run into school, knowing she'd be in class in around three minutes.

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Steven stopped what he was saying thanks to a sudden and random short laugh. He froze and caught who the source came from. "Rebecca? Is there something funny?" he asked her. Really, he didn't want to make it sound like she was getting yelled at or she was getting in trouble, but when she laughed, it distracted half of the class for a minute and they probably lost the train of thought from what he was saying throughout the lesson. He just forgot what he was even saying. Great...

Rebecca blinked and looked over at her teacher. "Oh, I, um..." she paused, her face growing red. To her relief, Devon burst through the door and stopped when everyone looked at her.
"Sorry I'm late!" she said, standing up straight and grinning like the goof she was. Rebecca smiled over at her as she sat down. She pointed at Devon and looked up at Mr. Fortressic, hoping he'd get the picture.

[[Thank you!!!]]

Steven sighed and looked at Devon. Her hair was a new color this week and when he saw Rebecca point to Devon, he immediately got the picture. "Devon, this is the third time you're late," Steven pointed out as he walked back to his desk. "Class, your homework tonight is pages one-twenty-five through one-thirty-six evens only," he then said as he got out a detention slip to fill out for Devon. "Devon, before you get comfy, come here for you DT," he said as he quickly scribbled words on the pink sheet of paper, all ready for Devon.

((No problemo!))

Rebecca hid her smile as Devon grunted, and walked to the front of the room. She ripped the paper from the teacher's hand and dragged herself to the back of the room. She sat down, flipped her hair, and slouched. Rebecca hunched over, and wrote on a piece of paper, 'Why are you so rude to him? He's extremely nice.' She slid the paper under Devon's hand, and sat back, listening to Mr. Fortressic.

Steven sighed. He didn't get why Devon had to be so rude to him. He was just doing his job and it was nothing personal. He rolled his eyes when he remembered that his first two classes were with the same students. Double period. He hated that idea and whoever made it up. He searched his little notebook where he wrote down lessons for all his periods.

Period 2 - Talking about chapter three of Pride and Prejudice that the class was supposed to have read past weekend.

When the bell rang and the class remained in their seat, Steven got up from his chair. "Alright class, please take out Pride and Prejudice. Today we're discussing what you were supposed to read this past weekend," he said.

Devon slipped the note back. 'He just favours you, stupid.' Rebecca kicked Devon as the crumpled up the paper, and took out her book. She loved this book. It was full of love, happiness, sadness, and everything in between. It helped her escape real life, and drift to a world where no one could touch her.
She yawned slightly, she had gotten little sleep last night. She and her mother had been getting into more and more fights. The one last night lasted until four in the morning, and she did not get to sleep until five, then woke at seven.

Steven rested himself up against the front of his desk as he opened up to the page of Chapter Three. "Alright...can someone tell me what's going on during this chapter? Now, I know it was long, just like the other chapter's but be glad I didn't assign more than one chapter to read," he said as he looked down at chapter three. Honestly, he had the whole book down in memory. He's read the book so much he didn't need to reread it.

Rebecca sighed and looked around the room, then rest her head on the desk, feeling the coolness of the desk capture her. She closed her eyes and slowly dozed off, thinking of her handsome teacher. She wrapped her arms around her head, blocking the light out. Usually, she would never do this in this class, but she felt awful, and didn't want to do much.

Halfway through the lecture/opinionated period, Steven noticed that Rebecca was sleeping. He sighed and shook his head. "Rebecca, see me after class," he said loud enough so that she would wake up. Something was wrong and he just knew it. And she wasn't telling. He might be able to help, but at least he wanted to be her friend like he did want to.

She lifted her head up fast, looking at her beloved teacher. A few pieces of hair fell into her face, and she looked back down, sighing. She screwed up. He knew she wasn't well, and now he was going to lecture her. She held her face in her hands, and Devon reached over to rub her back. Rebecca smiled at Devon, and was glad to have such a wonderful friend. She dreaded the end of class, so she stared at the clock, hoping that time would slow down.

Once the bell rang and Rebecca made her way up to Steven's desk, he sighed and looked down at the pen he was messing with. It was always so difficult to talk to her, above all the students in the school. "Rebecca...tell me the truth. are you okay? I mean, I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but you've never fell asleep in my class and you've never looked so...unhappy," he pointed out as he then looked back up at her.

Rebecca stared at her teacher and sighed. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to open up, and be able to cry in front of him. But she did not trust him that much. She just stood there, and watched the birds out the window. "I just wish my family...Was a happy one," she sighed and looked down. "I'm sorry, sir," she said and ran out.

Steven was a little heart-broken when he didn't get to reply back to what she had at least told him. He sighed and sat back in his chair as he watched his next class file in. They were his english class and today, they were talking about different forms of verbs.

Rebecca ran out of the school, despite her other classes, and ran into the woods. She walked home, and sighed. 'Mom's probably out fucking someone for money or drugs again ... ' she thought and lay down on the couch. She thought about the concerned look on her teacher's face and slowly drifted to sleep.
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She awoke to her mother slapping her and screaming. Too tired to hear the woman's words, she got up and pushed her mother away. The woman threw her purse at her, scratching Rebecca's cheek. The blood dripped down, and Rebecca looked at the clock. It was eight at night. "How dare you skip out on school! I raised you better than that!" her mother screamed. Rebecca just looked at her. "You never raised me," she said and walked out, ignoring the screams.

Steven was just wrapping up his stuff after his class before lunch when the Principal knocked on his door. "Hmm?" Steven responded as he looked up at the Principal.

"Do you have Rebecca in any of your classes?" the Principal asked.

"Yeah, why?" Steven responded.

"She didn't show up for any of her classes after first and second period," he replied.

Steven sighed.

Rebecca sat on the sidewalk, leaning against the side of a building. She sighed and looked down clenching her fists tightly. She hated her mother, she hated her life, and she just wanted to die. It sounds cliche, but who would care?

Steven groaned at the fact that his car's battery was dead. He called for it to be towed and it looked like he would just have to walk home. So, he started walking and after about twenty minutes of walking, he saw Rebecca. He widened his eyes and hurried over to her.

"Rebecca? Are you okay? Why'd you skip school???" he asked, worried, concerned, and disappointed in her.

Rebecca stood up and put her hand over her face. He can't see it... she thought and looked away. "It's none of your business," she spoke quietly and watched a car race by. She couldn't look at her teacher, but, she vented. "My mother and I have been fighting, and I left school because I was about to break down," tears flooded onto her pale face. "She got home today, and threw her purse at me," she continued and lowered her hand, revealing the dried-up cut. It had started to get infected, but she could care less. After taking a deep breath, she decided to continue on. "We got into a pushing match last night, and she shoved me into my lamp. It shattered, and I still have shards of glass in my back," she whispered, feeling the stinging pain of the tiny pieces of glass.
"My mother fucks people for money, and drugs...Life has been awful," she felt more hot tears fall as the cool breeze blew. "I can't go back home, sir," she grabbed onto him sleeve gently, staring up into his eyes. "Please don't make me go..."