Welcome to Miss Teryvan's School for Artistic Souls.

This school is for anyone who wants to learn or develop and artistic streak, such as art, music or theatre. We also offer our students studies that will give them oppurtunities outside the artistic world if that is what they want when they are done at our school.

We also offer comfortable dorms for our students in our victorian styled dormatories and offer many spare time activities as well.

If you are interested in joining our school, we would like you to send the following to us:

Name: (your characters full name)
Age:
Gender:
Major: (what kind of major you would want i.e. dance)
History:
Picture:

Once you've filled in and sent the information to us we will let you know if you have been accepted.

Thank you and we here at TSFAS hope you have a good day.

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...................Rules:

• Follow Menewsha ToS
• Keep it pg-13
• Swearing is ok just don't overdo it
• No Godmoding.
• Please be at least Semi-lit. That means no one liners.
• PM me profiles.
• I'm the only one that can play miss Teryvan at the moment.
• Please post at least once a week.

I have the right to add rules if I see it's necessary so check back here often.

Here is how the dormatory looks; Dormatory building

And here's the school; School building

And last but not least, here's miss Teryvan: H.Teryvan

Accepted Profiles

Name: Lexia Ivanof
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Major: Dancing
History: Lexia, who's one of the Ivanof twins, is the complete opposite to her twin brother. She's rather withdrawn and quiet but when she dances she couldn't be speaking more clearly. In between classes she's always off somewhere practicing her dances or just dancing to the music her brother sometimes makes up out of the blue.
Picture: Lexia

Name: Timitri Ivanof
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Major: Instrumental - Mainly piano and guitar.
History: Timitri is a outspoke and pretty happy guy. He loves to be social and is sometimes a little of a show off if there's a piano or a guitar nearby. He enjoys playing all instruments, but the ones that makes him feel his best is the piano and guitar. Being the son of -according to Timitri -"a great composer" he couldn't help but be drawn to music. He was curious about it ever since he could crawl.
Picture: Timitri

Originally Posted by x_cannibalisticcows

Name: Laura McEvans
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Major: Musical Theater
History: Laura grew up just bordering the poverty line in an environment where drugged up losers rampaged around like they were kings. She often took on the role of a house wife, because her mother was too busy with the young boys at the trailer park down the road to bother keeping the apartment clean. So many rent checks and groceries went down the drain to support the cougars addiction to botox and 'stylish' clothing. Laura quickly had to learn to be resourceful because the landlord was only lenient on rent checks when Laura would help him fix up the place. [And when her mother would do 'favors' on the side]
She learned quickly that school was going to be her ticket out of this life. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep up with both. So she gave up on academics. But that all changed when she entered high school and found drama class. For once, something was easy, and she stuck with it. She had to keep her average above 75 to be in the musicals, but she managed to coast in applied courses - and her perfect drama and musical theater mark really helped her average too.
Picture: Laura

As you enter the school area you walk along a stone path up to the victorian styled building that is the school, while walking you can see the gym to the right of the school and behind the school you can see a bit of the dormatory that stands on a hill not too far off in the distance.

Walking into the school as your acceptance letter has instructed you, you walk over to the information desk. The lady there asks for your name, once she has it, she hands you an envelope with your name on it. It contains a key to your dorm and your schedule.

Between the school and the dormatory lies a small park. It's decorated with pretty stone paths that are lined with small trees, bushes or flowers or even a mixture of all three depending on what path you walk on. There's one path leading straight through and it's a little broader than the rest. This is the one you walk on to get straight to the dorms, as the kind lady at the information desk told you to.

At last you reach the dromatory. On the bottom floor you notice there is a rather nice cafeteria to the left and to the right of where you are, there are rooms that are open for practice any time of the dome and sound proof. Then as you continue toward your dorm on one of the other three floors, you have the option of either taking the stairs or the small elevator.

You've reached your dorm. As you walk in you'll see that it's decorated in a slightly "modern-meets-victorian" way. You have a almost queen sized bed and a mahogney desk with matching chair next to it on the right side of the room. At the other side of the room, there's a closet, that too made of mahogney as well as a door leading into a small bathroom that fits a sink, toilet and shower.

Welcome to T.S.F.A.S.

And so the rp begins!

There is a difference, between what is real and what is not. The line that separates them is just very thin. Laura liked that line, because at times she could simply close her eyes and it would blur and for a moment everything would seem okay. But then she would open her eyes and reality would come back to her, her dreams eluding her once again as she would be forced to face life. Life right now was paperwork. When you were a scholarship student at a school like this, where someone like Laura felt uncomfortable just sitting on the waiting chairs in fear of getting them dirty, there was lots of paperwork.

Since Laura was under the age of majority, there were three lines at the bottom of most pages, one for her, one for her parent and/or legal guardian, and one for the dean of admissions. Perhaps it wouldn’t be taking her as long as it was if she wasn’t signing for two... But forgery wasn’t the talent she was here for –even if she had gotten quite good at it by now- she was here to sing, act, and dance... She was here to perform. Something as petty as parental permission wasn’t going to stop her.

Moving her pin straight, dirty blonde hair behind her ear once again, she let out a puff of air and slouched down. She saw who she assumed to be the secretary eying her. She was used to it though – where she was from, being a teenager automatically made you a troublemaker. Not that Laura was goodie two shoes, but she wasn’t the type to go causing trouble where trouble wasn’t needed. Tapping the pen on the side of the chair, she sat up again as she finished reading the final page. It was a code of conduct. Saying that she had read the rules, knew the dress code, was aware of punishments, etc...etc... She couldn’t help but smile inwardly to herself. This was a school full of performers, there couldn’t be much of a dress code. Not to mention the fact that she doubted students here managed to keep ‘drug free’. She certainly wouldn’t be.

Standing up once more, she stacked the papers together and set them on the secretary’s desk. Laura could feel her eyes on her. Most likely judging her attire: A pink shirt that hugged her waist, but hung loosely on her shoulders and a pair of sweats. Yeah, she could see those wheels turning in the lady’s mind... She was probably committing her face to memory in case she needed to identify her to the police or some other crazy scenario that she was playing up in her head. And when Laura was kicked out of the school, she would smack her lips and tell all her co-workers that she ‘had a feeling about that one’. Laura wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of being right.

“All done, I’ll take that room key now.” Laura said, her tone having one too many spoonfuls of Splenda(1) in it. Her lips curled at the sides and she all but ripped the package from the lady’s hand. She just wanted to get out of the wait-room atmosphere and begin making her dorm room her own.
“You’re in 316, take the widest-“ But Laura didn’t catch that last part, with her suit case dragging behind her feet, and her tattered backpack slung over her shoulder – she headed to what she would be calling home for the next few months.

||(1)Just in case someone didn’t get the joke – and because I thought it was pretty clever myself. Splenda is supposed to be like sugar – but it isn’t sugar...it’s fake. So the point was that she was being overly sweet in that fake/sarcastic manner we all love. :] ||

As soon as Lexia had arrived at the school, she had walked to the information desk, gotten her key and schedule and then headed directly to the dorm, putting her bag in it, picked up her mp3 and headed downstars to the bottom floor, heading straight for one of the dance rooms that weren't taken. She plugged her mp3 in to the stereo in the room with walls covered in mirrors and started to warm up to what she considered to be fitting music. She knew Timitri would arrive late the next day but so far she was happy no one had asked.

Once she was warmed up enough she changed song to one she liked and started to simply improvise. her movements were perfectly fluid and she knew one or two students had stopped for a moment to look through the glass window in the door. It didn't bother her. She didn't care about them when she danced, all she cared about was to dance.

The smell of flowers, freshly cut grass, and tree sap hit her like someone had sprayed air freshener in her face. Stopping for a moment outside the door, she took a moment to take in the scent before hurrying along the path which she assumed to be the path to the dorms because it had the most people on it. Swallowing her pride, she marched up the path and took notice that this would probably be the nicest place she ever lived.

Swinging open the Victorian style doors, she took her time walking now, taking in the scene. There was a large cafeteria to one side, which was littered with people here and there. Around the rest of the floor she could see people going in and out of rooms – some looking like they just ran a marathon. Right outside the cafeteria there looked to be a student run billboard with pieces of paper tacked in it. Some read things like ‘Kittens for Sale’, others were for off dorm parties, but the one that caught her interest was about something more her style. Auditions being held for the school’s first musical. There were a few more about dance recitals, and charity concerts, but doing just one seemed a waste when you could put all artistic talents to use in a musical.

Reading the requirements: Monologue, song and dance number, resume. This would be cake. Now she would just have to beat out the competition.

Finding her way up to her dorm now, Laura quickly shoved her clothes into drawers, but took the time to hang up some of her costume clothes in the closet. She didn’t bother putting anything else away though, she simply striped out of her clothes and put on a pair of tight black exercise pants and a baggy black tee shirt to match. She’d have to choreograph a dance number and pick a song from a musical. Luckily, she already had a song in mind.

Stomping her way down the stairs, she peeked her head into different rooms. Most had the doors closed and people working inside them. Some singing, some dancing, some practicing monologues in front of the mirror. Laura smiled to herself, people here seemed really hard core. She wondered if there would be cliques. Not the usual ones, because everyone here was an art geek, but she could see it now. Lunch time in the cafeteria – dancers, artists, musicians, actors.... It painted a funny image in her head. Stopping suddenly as someone ran into her, she glared and told them to watch where the hell they were going before turning her attention back to the rooms.

Stopping and peeking through the window of one, she saw a girl dancing alone. She couldn’t hear the music, but the way her body moved Laura could tell she was strictly a dancer. Sure, Laura could dance, but not at the same level as some of the dance majors at the school. And judging by the way this girl moved, that’s what she was. As her eyes did their own dance over the girl’s body, Laura grinned and opened the door stepping into the room.

The music was loud, and the girl looked so concentrated that Laura wasn’t sure if she would be noticed at first. So she waited until the song came to an end, and before the next one started to greet the other. ”You’ve got some pretty good moves.” She said, leaning against the wall. She could see her reflection in the mirror, so even if the girl didn’t turn around, Laura knew she would see her. ”This your first year here?” She asked, her tone confident, bordering on being cocky.

From time to time Lexia was watching herself in the mirror to make sure she looked right in certain moves she knew she could have trouble with from time to time but not once did she actually notice the blonde girl that had entered.

It was first when she stopped in the final pose of the dance and the music stopped she noticed someone else's reflection in the mirror. She gave the girl a brief smile before walking over to the stereo, lowering the volume so she could hear properly what the girl was saying.
Hearing the compliment made Lexia smile,
"Thank you."
As she walked over to the girl she corrected the bun her ginger hair was put in to keep it out of her face.
"Yes. I visited this place last year and decided to start this year."
When she spoke there was a clear hint of russian accent but not too prominent, she had obviously practiced hard to learn english.
"Is this your first year as well?"

Laura waved her hand in a typical ‘don’t mention it’ gesture. Thank yous weren’t really necessary when compliments were well deserved, but Laura guessed that being polite was one talent she didn’t really have.

“Yeah, I’m a freshman too. I’m kind of scared as to what freaky initiation rituals this school has.” She said, a smile cracking her face. “With all the creativity here, I’m sure the seniors will come up with something especially heinous.” Pushing herself off against the wall, she extended her hand to the other. “The names Laura.”

Looking at the clock that hung in the room, she glanced back at the other girl, a devilish grin playing across her lips. “Hope to see you at recitals.” She said, winking as she skipped off towards the door. She would see her later, she was sure. But it was only the first day, and she wasn’t looking to make a ‘BFF!’ Just yet. She’d need to stay on top of her game, at least until she met the rest of the competition.

Leaving the room, she found one of her own. Plugged her iPod in, turned it to Wicked’s ‘No Good Deed’ and started to try and choreograph a contemporary piece to go with the song. She didn’t have long, auditions were being held in a little less than a month...She just had to put the hours of painstaking, swear-filled practice into her audition - on top of classes.