(( This will be a pretty bloody RP. Probably more gore/violence than the average school RP, but nonetheless- a school RP. Its a stuffy christian setting, so if you're a religious person and take offense, my apologies, but its just a game. I also apologize for the extremely crappy way this whole thing is put together. ))


Left: Cornwall Academy
Right: Cornwall Church of God


The above image displays the correct way to wear our school's uniform.

About us:

Welcome to Cornwall! Your son or daughter's last hope of fitting into society as good christian citizens must. Is your son or daughter rebellious, violent, renouncing Jesus as their savior, or a harm to themselves or others? Here at Cornwall, we make sure your children are in tip top shape. We teach them how to express themselves in safe ways and be productive members of the future. Because here at Cornwall- we care.

Requirements: (( Rules ))
*Listen to your superiors. If a captain says lights out, then lights out.
*Contact to home is limited. You must read letters to your family/friends back home aloud to colonel before they are sent out.
*Must attend church every Sunday. God loves us all- regardless of our sins.
*Don't be a Mean-Matthew. Play nice and keep your nose out of other people's business.
*Watch your mouth. Cursing or taking the lord's name in vain can result in an entire bar of soap in the mouth until dinner.

Applications for Enrollment: (( Profile Skeletons ))
Username-
Name-
Age- (( 15-19 ))
History- (( Include why you were sent to Cornwall. ))
Photo- (( Real pictures only. No anime. ))

Accepted Students:

Username- BeepBoop
Name- Michelle Ackerman ( "Milly" )
Age- 17
History- Michelle Ackerman grew up as her hometown's official "good girl". She was one of the kids who skipped home and wore her hair in piggy tails. The kind of little girl who cried when boys hit her and loved her dolls dearly. Her parents were nothing less than proud and loving of their sweet little Milly Ackerman.

Everything seemed to change for some reason when one of Milly's middle school teachers began reporting that she was drawing very disturbing pictures in her notebooks and distancing herself from others her age. Nobody could explain it because nobody knew what could be so traumatizing. For the many years that followed, her parents tried harder and harder to break through to the girl and find out what was hurting her so much. Things only got worse. Nowadays, its rare to find Milly muttering a single word, though she will communicate through body language or writing.

Hearing about a good Christian academy from an elderly couple, Milly's parents have sent her to Cornwall in hopes that a strictly religious environment would "heal her soul" and give them back the cheerful child they once knew and loved.
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Username- Afanassii
Name- Andrew Peterson
Age- 16 (almost 17 - his birthday will be about a week after the start of the game)
History- Andi (as the boy prefers to be called) had fairly open-minded parents, however his grandparents weren't so themselves. After his father's death from cancer, his paternal grandparents sought custody of both Andi and his younger sister, and won when a court of law found his grieving mother unfit.

After several months of attempting to conform him from his genderbending ways, the grandparents have turned to Cornwall in order to complete the job.

Andi is sweet and caring, soft-spoken but a bit random. He loves making and altering clothing, blurring gender lines, singing 'piano-lounge' songs and flirting. The trouble is, he is just as much - if not more so - likely to flirt with another male than with a female. And he looks so pretty that some people just don't know what's really going on...
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Username- TheNewCSLewis
Name- Gwendolyn (Gwen) Addams
Age- 17
History- Gwen had never really taken to the popular kids at her old school, though that didn't mean she didn't have a lot of friends. The outcast seemed to all be drawn to her because she was the only one with true charisma that would take them under her wing. One day near the end of her eighth grade year, something inside her snapped and she no longer cared a thing for the people around her. She allowed herself to get the taste of what it was like to be ruthless and influential in all the wrong ways, and she liked it. Rarely did she ever let people get close to her anymore and she began to manipulate the outcasts who had followed her around for so long. Her parents noticed her drifting away from them and what she used to believe in, they grew deeply concerned that she was losing her soul because of the darkness that now filled her heart. They took her out of her old school and put her in Cornwall to help her find her way back to God and her old self. Only Gwen has other plans up her sleeve for this school...
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Username- Angelo
Name- Elizabeth (Beth) Nicole Carson
Age- 15, but looks more like 12 or 13
History- Beth has always been remarkably bright; she sees solutions to problems that very few others can. That's why she's skipped a grade or two. That was back when she actually talked though, before the incident. She was kidnapped when she was eleven. She was the perfect target because she looked younger than she was, and still does, appearing around eight or nine instead of eleven. She remained captive for about a month in a half. It was pure Hell. He did whatever he wanted to her: rape, cutting, breaking bones, etc. Whatever it took to make her scream.

The police and FBI managed to track her down towards the end of the second month, storming the house and killing the man when he attempted to fire on them instead of surrender. But by then, it was too late. The spark had been extinguished. She didn't seem to feel anything, even when she was reunited with her parents, and she never spoke. She had been an avid painter, but her imagination seemed to have dried up, as well as her love for gymnastics. She also refused to sleep. Her parents had to literally sedate her in order to get her to do so. It was the only way for her to escape the nightmares.

Her psychologist mentioned the school when she was thirteen, almost fourteen, and showing no signs of improvement. Her parents debated on it for a year before they decided to follow the professional's advice and send her to the school. Honestly, their only reason was that they wanted their little girl back. They had lost her older brother in a war, and they didn't want to lose her as well. Even if she wasn't actually dead physically, it felt the same to them.
Photo- **Her hair is like a new penny; she's a redhead.**

OPEN!~

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As Milly was pushed out of the small black car, she wiped a tear from her cheek that had begun to fall. Her long-sleeved white button up shirt was now sporting a thoroughly damp right sleeve from all the crying she'd been doing on the car ride. 'At least I don't snot...' She thought, finding something good in the situation.

"Are you gonna get your bags or just stand there like an idiot all day?" A voice from behind her snarled and she winced. Most voices that she didn't know well scared her. Her own voice had long been lost... She snapped out of her thoughts and turned around. The large middle-aged woman with a rather large mole on her cheek- known as Grizelda, the local church's choir director- threw out her luggage of the car. Milly only watched as it landed with a thud. She didn't particularly like this woman.

"Well? Get outta' here! Get on, go!" Milly blinked at Grizelda and looked down at her navy blue bag of belongings. She bent down slowly and picked the luggage up, then nodded to the driver and began to walk away from the car. "Oh! And Michelle!" Milly crinkled her nose. People weren't supposed to call her that. She turned around anyway to see Grizelda's head out the window. Her expression made Milly tear up and want to run away, but she was frozen... Grizelda wore a grim and serious face this time. She saw the woman's lips move quickly, and then turn away as the car began to drive away.

"May God be with you, child..." A whisper crawled over her as the wind passed with the car leaving. She wiped her cheek again, clearing her face again of the tears. Shaking the moment from her mind, she looked back to the large building lurking over her. She swallowed hard, feeling a dark emotion she'd never felt before. Closing her eyes, she took the first step toward the school. Cornwall Academy- Her new home.

Gwen stepped out of her car after parking in the parking lot at the front of the school, her eyes glaring defiantly at the building that would be, from now until she graduated, her new home. "Smaller than I thought it would be," she said to herself with a shrug before reaching in her car and pulling out her bags that carried all her stuff. With a heavy sigh, Gwen walked toward the school with her bags slung over her shoulders and her dark hair blowing against the breeze. There was another girl who looked to be just arriving as well. She look sad and terrified, Gwen couldn't understand why. As the car drove away, Gwen got a look of the nasty looking woman inside and understood what this emotion from the girl was triggered by. "What crawled up her ass and died?" she asked the girl with a playful grin on her face as she walked beside her while they headed towards the building. Gwen looked over this girl with her long blond hair and slimming features, she didn't see why anyone like her would be so upset. "My name's Gwen, what's yours?" For the most part, Gwen was a friendly girl though she cared very little for people who had everything that they wanted and all the blissful happiness an ignorant person could have. Probably the main reason she was drawn to this girl because she could tell how miserable she was and that she wanted to lift some of that away from her. It was all out of kindness, though she knew that it in turn would probably give something back to her. Her motivations were sound, at least to her.

The Peterson grandparents had been having a long talk in their Buick. They had long-since settled on the decision to send him to Cornwall, but now they were discussing the logistics and financial reality of the choice.

Andi leaned against the nearby window and sighed, he was used to this sort of thing. The usual bickering kept simple decisions from being what they needed to be. If his Grandmother could just accept things the way they were, he'd be in the damn school already!

Some movement caught his attention and he slid his eyes over to where the two girls were talking. He watched for a moment before taking in a deep breath and holding it, puffing out his cheeks. The argument in the front seat had reached a crescendo and he found himself waggling his head on his shoulders in a mockery of it. A moment later, he let all the air out of his mouth in one blow, finally unable to bear the useless banter any longer.

"Can I go now?" He asked impatiently jerking his eyes back to his Grandparents. "Really... I don't think we need to discuss every single section of the school itinerary or whatever your new tea kettle has to do with me, I don't know... I'm sure we're supposed to be checking in soon." He motioned at the others who had been arriving. "You wanted me to come to this school, right? Then I really think I should go in before I make us all look bad...."

There were a few seconds of silence while his elders considered his words before his Granddad gave a curt nod and unlocked the back door. "Thanks..." Andi responded, opening the door and dragging his suitcase out behind him.

"We love you... take care!" His grandmother called out behind him. He merely mumbled a recognition of the words and sighed, stepping lightly away from the car.

He made a pretense at tying his high-top boots while his grandparents drove away. Though, when finally they were gone, he visibly relaxed and even smiled - a peaceful, calming expression that made him out to be quite an innocent soul.

The male toyed with his platinum locks for a short moment and looked over in the direction of the two girls who had arrived before him. He wasn't sure if it would be intrusive, but he ultimately decided to go over their way. He grinned, dragging the teal suitcase on the ground behind him. "Hey, there..." He started with a small wave. His voice was mid-pitched, but obviously male in contrast with his appearance. "I take it the two of you are newbies also?"

Milly continued to walk ever so slowly up the walk to the doors- which were now in sight. "What crawled up her ass and died?" Mid-step, she heard a voice close to her and she jumped slightly, dropping her bag in the process. She blinked in surprise, quickly picking the navy blue case back up and turned to see who had spoken to her. It was another girl who looked to be about her age. The only difference in Milly's opinion was that this girl was much prettier. She had long brunette hair with striking green eyes and much less of a lanky figure than herself. Milly tilted her head at the girl's name. 'Gwen...' Gwen seemed kind enough in spirit- Milly understood that- but there was something about her that seemed hidden... almost mysterious. Something that Milly couldn't comprehend. "My name's Gwen, what's yours?"

After a long moment of silence in her part, Milly blinked again and nodded. She then reached down in her bag and pulled out her new school ID. She pointed to the name. "Michelle 'Milly' Ackerman". She looked down and put the ID away, kicking a stone into the dark green grass of the school's front lawn in doing so.

As she stood back up, she straightened her skirt and frowned, hoping that Gwen didn't think she was a freak for not talking... At the same time, a voice came up from behind them. "Hey, there..." Milly observed another student approaching. "I take it the two of you are newbies also?" She blinked at the person. She knew that it was a boy, there was no doubt from the uniform he was wearing and the sound of his voice, but his features were very feminine and his hair looked softer and more taken care of than either Milly or Gwen's combined. She looked to Gwen, shrugging, and then nodded at the boy.

Staring out the window, Beth was taken by surprise at the turn, being thrown away from the glass by centrifugal force. Her parents looked back to make sure she was okay, but she didn't seem to notice their concern. She just adjusted her position as her father kept driving. Somewhere, in the depths of her heart and soul, she knew that they were worried for her, but her walls were two-way. They didn't let anything in or out. It was safer that way.

The scars along her arms, legs, and even on her neck burned as a memory started to surface in a flashback, but she managed to shut it down before it got bad. She wasn't sleeping, so her ability to control her memories wasn't hampered. Breathing softly, she returned to her diligent watch of the outside world as they drove, understanding that they were only ten or fifteen minutes from the school she would be attending.

Her parents had already talked to the Headmaster and nurses to make sure they knew that she had to have her medicine every night at a certain time if she was to sleep at all. Honestly, she didn't want to sleep. When she slept, she couldn't stop the nightmares, though the medicine usually kept her from dreaming at all. She was thankful for that benefit, of course, though she still didn't want to take any risks at all.

The sound of gravel crunching under the tires of the car pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked around with a bit of confusion before she noticed the school and church. Both were huge and ancient, having been built a long time ago, but she didn't really notice that either, her attention on her mother and father as they opened her door. Her mother's eyes were red and puffy, but her face was dry as she bent in and unbuckled her daughter, stepping back to allow her husband to help Beth out. His strong arms easily lifted her tiny body out of the vehicle and set her down next to them.

Beth's green eyes picked out a few other students, presumably, nearby, but was distracted by her mother grabbing her hand and starting off for the school, her father carrying her luggage. It was necessary, as they had to drop off the prescription information for her medicines. The sedative wasn't the only thing she was taking, after all. Regardless of why, she walked along obediently, transcribing her surroundings to memory. She would need it if she was going to live at the school after all.

Gwen was a little taken aback from the sudden appearence of this new student, she did not like very much to be snuck up on. "Oh, why hello there," she said in her usual charming, sweet voice. "Yes, as I would assume you are as well," she told the boy, answering his question. "My name is Gwendolyn Addams and this is..." she said as she looked over the girl's ID badge. "Michelle Ackerman, but I believe she prefers to go by Milly." Gwen already understood that this girl was not comfortable talking around them and she gladly spoke for her in case the boy was slow in understanding this. "We are both very pleased to meet you, I'm sure," she said with a pleasant smile showing her shining, white teeth. Then her smile fell as she noticed another new student, a young girl, being escorted by her parents to the office. A very small cute girl, but almost instantly Gwen noticed her scars, she had a skill for noticing the root of a person's pain. I suppose it will be the most troubled of souls who join this school... she thought to herself as she watched the girl and then looked to the other two standing by her. Far more interesting than I would have expected.
"Well, I think it would be best if we go inside and find out our schedules," Gwen suggested with a warm smile before taking Milly's hand. "It is beginning to grow a bit chilly, wouldn't you say?"

"Thank you so much," her mother said as they left the nurse's office, heading toward the main desk. She had taken the prescription information, as well as the first month's supply for her. The elderly woman had also been very understanding when she was told that Beth couldn't be counted on to come down every day. In fact, she couldn't really be counted on to do routine tasks with a measure of consistency. She usually just didn't care.

As they neared the main desk, the receptionist looked up over her glasses, setting her pen down gently. "Name?" she asked, preparing to rifle through the folders on her neat desk. Everything was in its place, and everything had a place. Chances were she could find the folder blindfolded, or anything else for that matter.

"Elizabeth N. Carson," her father replied, squeezing her hand a bit tighter for a moment. Then he loosened his grip and exhaled. He let go and grabbed the folder the receptionist set on the counter and opened it. "Thank you. Room 144. Let's go."

Her mother nodded and followed, Beth's small hand enveloped in hers. Again, the small redhead plodded along obediently, her face blank. It only took them a few minutes to find the room, her father opening it with the key before dragging her luggage inside and putting it under the bed. "Do you want to wait here to see her roommate? We've got a few minutes before we need to leave for our flight," her mother asked. Her father replied with a nod, sitting on the first of two chairs.

"Might as well. She'll need to know too, right?" he said, rubbing his eyes slowly as his wife joined him, nodding her head.

Milly was quiet as she nodded along with what Gwen was saying. She was so relieved when Gwen picked up on the fact that she wasn't too big on talking. Milly was even surprised that Gwen knew she didn't want to be called 'Michelle'. It made her smile for a moment.

Her smile faded, however, when another student appeared. The petite blonde-haired girl looked very small as she was practically carried into the school. For some reason, she couldn't help but tear up. It was like looking at a doll- a broken and scarred doll. Memories of moments in time froze her in her place. She felt her throat swell up and a tear roll down her face. Milly's attention was pulled away from the small wounded girl as Gwen spoke up. "Well, I think it would be best if we go inside and find out our schedules." Her body twitched as she felt Gwen's hand meet hers, but she snapped out of her defensive mentality and decided to grab it back. She didn't want to become like that girl. She wanted a chance to get better. A chance to live normally. "It is beginning to grow a bit chilly, wouldn't you say?" Milly wiped her cheek and smiled again, nodding as a gust of wind surged between them. She looked to the boy and motioned for him to come along.

((Are we going to continue this? I'm sorry if it seemed like I jumped too far ahead too fast, but I was anticipating not being on very often, so it was sort of like a preemptive strike. :)))

((Well I kinda was waiting for Afanassii but if he doesn't post by tonight I will post.))