Joram Mortelle
Vulpecula House
Posts: 25
Age: 16
Sexuality: Homo
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/124/mortelle-vicente-joram
Tell us About your Character: Oh you know. Stuff?
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Post by Joram Mortelle on Jan 16, 2017 18:47:02 GMT -5
It was earlier than he would normally be up, but Joram had a few things to take care of. Students were already bustling about campus since morning classes were about to start, but all he could do was stand at the end of the hall. Lined with the photos from his phone. All the photomanips, actual photos, some of he more personal sketches, which mind you were properly terrible. Every single poster that stuck to those walls had him in it. Kissing someone else and he just stared as the tears started to fill his eyes.
Bag dropping to the floor he scrambled to start tearing down the poster and he shook his head as they weren't budging. The realization of the laughter around him started to force him into trying to pry them off harder as his heart hammered in his chest, the tears were free falling. Joram's nails were bent and starting to crack, the pain causing them to bleed but he didn't stop. This wasn't happening at all. This wasn't real life right? This was just a bad dream and he would wake up and be okay.
Or maybe not. No this was definitely real life as he looked to his hands still trying to rip the posters from the walls. Sobbing as he chokes back and mutes out the sound of laughter and talking behind him. This was all too much to handle as he continued to try and pull down the posters of him making out with numerous men. Though the manips were his, he didn't intend for anyone to see them, and not in this way.
No one was supposed to see these, ever. No one was supposed to know he was gay except for Laurie and Rhett. His boyfriend and his best friend, the only two people that had any idea that he wasn't straight and now the entire school had seen it as the halls filled with other students. They were all watching him now, he could feel it.
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Mihaela Elisabeth Howard
Vulpecula House
Posts: 28 
Age: 19
Sexuality: omnisexual
Gender: Female
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 8th Year Vulpecula
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/92/howard-mihaela-elisabeth
Tell us About your Character: Super snarky Head Girl who is working on being a St Mungos Healer
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Post by Mihaela Elisabeth Howard on Jan 17, 2017 2:32:59 GMT -5
it was another day at Beauregard as Mihaela got dressed. Her morning was practically free today, aside from a DADA lesson closer to lunch. She'd taken a break from her charms work to mess around with a few more creative ideas and ignored the fact that a joint assignment with Erebos was looming closer. Quidditch was starting. On a whim she had asked Kaspar to the dance and he accepted. she still had yet to wrap her mind around that.
All in all as she headed down to grab something to eat, she was in a good mood.
That was quickly dashed as she came into the main corridor. Along the walls she could see posters lining the walls. It appeared that some of the them had been blasted. But not all of them. As her green eyes looked them over, she realised that they were all involving Joram Mortelle, a fellow Vulpecula and basically the school's go-to for anything they could possibly want. She liked the kid.
What she did not like was the posters she was seeing.
While she thought the sixth year was straight, it didn't matter one way or another to her. If he was gay or bi and someone put these up to humiliate him, she was going to kill that person. Honestly, she'd probably kill them anyways. Fake or real, this was shit you just didn't do.
Pulling out her wand she instantly waved it without saying a thing. The spell that came from it painting over the posters. As she covered them, she followed the laughter until she found Joram trying to no avail to pull some down. Tears were running down his face and the people around him were just watching and laughing.
She put her wand away as her spell covered the last of the posters.
And then she turned to the nearest fucker that was laughing and took his hand.
"I'm sorry. Is there something funny here?" She smiled sweetly even as she twisted his hand back, knowing exactly how much pressure she could add before the bone gave and snapped. "Do you find this shit funny? Because, you know what I find funny? I think it's hilarious to watch little fuckers like you cry into their pillows at night because they're so far up their own asses they don't realise they're actually gay too." And with that she twisted sharply, feeling the bone break under her fingers before she pushed him aside.
"Anyone else find this funny?" The Head Girl looked over the students. From the back she could see Abbie slip in. A few people in her area were still snickering and Mihaela nodded her head slightly towards them, giving the other girl the permission to beat the hell out of them. "This is supposed to be one of the top magical schools in the world. It's 2016. All of you had to apply to get here and for all that paper tells me, you're still a bunch of bloody fuckin' chavs. Get the fuck out of my sight."
Turning, she moved through the students trying to get out of her way, a few of them that were still smirking got a few smacks and punches. She had no idea what Abbie was doing to the ones she caught. Then she got to Joram and pulled him into a hug. It didn't matter to him if he wanted the hug or not, he was getting one. Because this kind of shit didn't fly with her and the young boy was completely distraught. Leaning down slightly she wiped the tears off his face. "You are so much better than whoever did this shit Jor. Don't let them get to you, otherwise you're letting some horrible fuckin' coward win." Her normal sarcastic nature was gone as she looked at him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 13:46:51 GMT -5
and you thought ‘angry lesbian’ was just a cute phrase Well her morning started out awesome. She’d found the perfect outfit for the dance with Persephone, she had a date to the dance instead of going stag for however many years in a row, and their Quidditch practices had been the best they’d been in a while thanks to some talented fresh meat. And Professor Keller was hands down the best teacher she’d had in a long ass time. History was her favorite, and she was on to some pretty exciting leads on the assignment he gave her. She just needed a call back from her dad’s friend over in Cairo to link two things she thought were kind of odd on their own…
Reaching the hall, Abraham started to smile in confusion at the reaction of so many others. What was so funny? Had Kasch razzed one of the new teachers again? She turned the corner and caught the image of something glossy on the wall behind a cluster of fourth years with a dark paint splatter covering the good bits. Her face fell. She didn’t need to wipe that paint off to see why this could hold some attention. Two male bodies, though she couldn’t see their faces.
”Buncha skanky prats...”
The words were muttered under her breath as she caught sight of Jor crying and Miha snapping some chav’s wrist. That’s all Abbie needed to see. A member from her house upset, and her girl Miha taking initiative. She caught her eye briefly and then nodded; turning her head to narrow her eyes at a cluster of those snakey Ophis snickering at Jor’s pain and embarrassment.
”Oi! What’s so funny, uh?”
Turning on her heel, Abbie bee lined for the fuckers. Now, Abbie wasn’t a renowned fighter. She was a lover. Not once in her time here had she gotten in any sort of brawl off the Quidditch Pitch and any insults she’d had flung her way for her sexuality rolled quite easily off her back and the backs of the douche’s girlfriends when Abbie had them spread over her biscuit like butter. Revenge was sweet, and Abbie had quite the sweet tooth, but in this instance?
Her fist landed squarely on the fucker’s nose, and she felt the bone crunch under her knuckles. Blood gushed and the kid reeled back but she wasn’t done. Grabbing his collar so he couldn’t go anywhere, Abbie used his lack of balance and threw him down; landing down on one knee as she threw two more quick punches to his face as he squealed for help.
”You takin’ a piss, huh?!” Abraham shouted, her British becoming much more apparent with her anger. ”You think it’s funny? Laugh again and I’ll really show you funny, fuckin’ prat.”
Someone tried to say something behind her shoulder without her hearing but, oh, Abbie’s super powers were activated and she caught the tone more than anything else. They were her next target. Whipping up and around, she tackled the kid without even looking to see who it was. All she heard was the laugh and some snide remark about a closet.
She wouldn’t be done until someone pulled her off.
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Joram Mortelle
Vulpecula House
Posts: 25
Age: 16
Sexuality: Homo
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/124/mortelle-vicente-joram
Tell us About your Character: Oh you know. Stuff?
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Post by Joram Mortelle on Jan 24, 2017 19:54:11 GMT -5
This wasn't funny and it felt like the worst day of his life, but Mihaela was right. Swallowing he looked at all the pictures. No one needed to know that they were actually his, not at all. Okay so maybe they were all pretty disgusting in nature, but anyone could have magicked them together to out him. Joram just couldn't figure out who was nasty enough to do something like this, if he found that out he could find his phone. Even though he had already replaced it. Shifting his lips he looked up at Miha as she hugged him and brushed his tears away.
"I'm fine..." No, he really wasn't, but even though his housemate and head girl was here trying to give him a hand, he couldn't open up. As much as he wanted too, all he wanted was Laurie and he looked up at her again. "Ca... can you go find Laurence?"
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Mihaela Elisabeth Howard
Vulpecula House
Posts: 28
Age: 19
Sexuality: omnisexual
Gender: Female
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 8th Year Vulpecula
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/92/howard-mihaela-elisabeth
Tell us About your Character: Super snarky Head Girl who is working on being a St Mungos Healer
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Post by Mihaela Elisabeth Howard on Jan 28, 2017 20:39:37 GMT -5
Mihaela could hear Abbie taking out her form of justice, but for the moment she wasn content to let her friend do what she wanted. Head Girl mode was turned off for the moment when it came to the annoying little pricks who thought it was funny to make someone feel bad for their sexuality. At least none of them had the stupidity to hit her back.
Nodding at Joram, she put her arm around his shoulder. "C'mon love. Let's get you back to the dorm and then I'll find Laurence for you." Turning the smaller boy towards the Vulpecula tower she snapped her fingers. "Abbie! One more good hit and then c'mon." She didn't stop to see if her friend stopped as she led Joram away from area. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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