Angelic Grace

Here is where you audition. Just reply in this topic with the character bio and your try out :-) easy peasy!

Name: Jazon Mazi
Age: 17
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Brown
Dorm: Christian's Wing
Personality: He is a cold person, as well as arrogant and gets his way no matter what. His all his friends fear him except Alexander Feilds. But despite being feared, a lot of people look up to him. But he has a softer side no one knows about, and he rarely shows it. He rarely shows his true emotions.
History: His parents consider him a mistake, and have sent him off with nannies and such until he was old enough to go to school, then he was shipped off to boarding school. So he and his parents never agree and they hate each other. He has been going out with Jezabel Towers since the beginning of the summer, but can hardly stand her.
Element: Water/Ice

Here's my audition

I sat with my back against a small boulder. The sky was really starting to annoy me. It didn't seem to make up it's mind on whether it was going to rain or not. I turned my head towards the the courtyard and smirked.

There they were. Of course, I knew they'd come look for me. They always did. Alexander and Brink were making their way towards me. Alex, had an irritated look on his face. That only made my smirk grow wider.

"Hey, Jazon. Were the heck were you?" asked Brink, holding out his hands. They stood in front of me, waiting to hear my answer.

I closed my eyes lazily. "What are you? My mother?" I asked, looking up at Brink. I laughed when I saw the look on his face. "I was out here," I said, looking out at the lake.

Alex looked down at me. "Well, you missed lunch," he said casually, taking a seat next to me. Brink did the same. "Brink brought you an apple," he added, pointing to Brink's hand.

Brink looked up at Alex. "No I didn't," he said, offensively.

I snapped the apple away from him. "Now you did," I said, taking a bite of the apple. "So, what you kids been up to today?" I asked casually.

Alex shrugged. "Nothing. You?" he asked.

At that moment, a group of young kids came walking past, each of them looking at me with disgust.

I eyed them evilly and stood up, Alex and Brink stood up as well.

"What are you farts looking at?" I asked roughly. "Get lost. Can't you see this place is taken?"

The kids looked at me with wide eyes and started to back away.

"Yeah that's right. You better back away," I said, walking slowly towards them.

Alex and Brink shook their heads when I turned to them. "Come on, let's go. We need to go to class," I said, smirking at them.

Brink rolled his eyes. "That's what we were going to tell you!" he said as he and Alex walked over to me.

"No you weren't," I said before back up to the castle.

Hey Shelly, I am sorry, but I don't think that the way you wrote that would work. So if you would like, you could write it again I will reconsider it!

Name: Kent Fisher
Age: 17
Hair colour: Dirty Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
Dorm: Melanie's Wing
Personality:Is a shy guy, he keeps to himself mostly. He has little confidence, but he is willing to stick up for what is right if he needs to
History: He is in a family of four, which is very tight-knit. His father is quite rich, but looking at Kent, you would never be able to tell his family owned millions.
Ability: See through walls
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I loved reading. It was as simple as that.

People weren't like books at all, they could sometimes be overly loud, or perhaps nasty, or just plain-I don't know how to say this kindly, but a tad bit strange, I suppose? People always see me as some strange boy who is always buried in books, never socializing as much as them, but I never find it that necessary to be constantly talking to people. And when I do, I try to convey the point as quickly and quietly as possible.

Books have brought so much into my life that I sometimes practically faint from all the information I have gained. What is life truly? What is God? Is there one God? Which God is the real God? Are they all real? What is bad? No one is truly bad or good, are they? People are gray, but some lighter than others. And the lessons you learn, the mistakes you spot out, the thrill of a good adventure book, the heartbreak of a bittersweet story...I just love books.

Some are quick to judge me, I know this. But really, people only fear the unknown. How is a quiet boy threatening? I have never understood this, no matter how much I have written in my notebook. No matter how much time I have spent theorizing, crossing out, editing, feeling confused, I just plain don't know why people find me scary.

But with all this theorizing, crossing out, editing, and feeling confused, you might think I get nothing done. I'm spending too much time with myself, afraid to face the world. I know that's what you think. But do you know what?

I may be wrong. After all, I don't know everything. You don't know everything either. So you might be wrong, too. All I can say is-
"You can't judge a book by it's cover."
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*prays audition is okay*

Well..........I'm not sure how to say this, so I just will...

You Rocked!

So, congrats! You are now Kent Fisher! PM Tamina MacKnight and she will give you the tower password and other goodies! :-) Then PM me, and we can get started with some stuff!

Name: Jezabel Towers
Age: 16
Hair colour: Blonde
Eye colour: Green
Dorm: Christian's Wing
Personality: She gets what she wants, when she wants it. She is a bitch and she knows it. Most people are afraid of her, so no one dares to go against her word. She is cold and can be cruel.
History: Her mom and dad died when she was 4 so she doesn't remember much about them. She was sent to live with her rich uncle, who spoiled her. He owns a multimillion dollar oil company. She and Jazon Mazi have been going out since the beginning of the summer.
Ability: Ultra Strength

As soon as the first rays of dawn sprinkled into the room I shared with Gail, I was up. I stared distainfully at the girl, sleeping as if she could sleep threw anything. Her head was tilted to the side, her face creased even in slomber. I dressed quickly, alert as ever.

"Gail, get up. Now," I ordered, smirking in pleasure as her head shot up, strands of hair falling to her side. Her expression was alarmed, and she shied away from the light.

"I'm up," she snapped in a rare act of defiance. I raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her, and she cowered under my gaze. Stupid girl. How could she think that she could challenge one such as I? Her expression instantly registered alarm and fear, and I basked in the glory of her open fear. She snatched her comb of the table beside her, her hands shaking in fear and agitation. I knew she wanted to rebel, but even Gail was smart enought to know not to challenge me in any way, shape or form. It was practically suicidal.

"I can see that," I mocked, taking in her ragged face and puffy hair. I imagined her sickened expression if anyone besides me saw her in such a state. It nearly made me laugh, but me, being me, of course I didn't. "I'll be down in the hall if you need me. And when I say 'if you need me' I mean, if there's a life or death situation. And, even then, it would be best not to come get me. I will not be happy."

Knowing she would not agrue or go against what I had commanded, I stalked down the stairs. Many people cowered before me, and stuttered out apologies when I rammed into them. Weaklings. Thats all they were, each and every one of them, just weaklings. They wouldn;t survive in the real world. I stared at them mockingly, and each, in turn, as I predicted, stuttered out how great I looked. I casually rolled my eyes. No one would have seen the gesture unless they were looking closely, and no one looked at me closely. That was just asking for a painful situation.

Gail came running down the stairs, looking quite different then she had inside our room. She looked confident. But she knew she owed me, if it wasn't for me, she would be no where. And she knew i knew. And, for now, that would be enough. Playing with people's minds was just so much fun.

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reposted the audition, Natasha!

Name: Jazon Mazi
Age: 17
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Brown
Dorm: Christian's Wing
Personality: He is a cold person, as well as arrogant and gets his way no matter what. His all his friends fear him except Alexander Feilds. But despite being feared, a lot of people look up to him. But he has a softer side no one knows about, and he rarely shows it. He rarely shows his true emotions.
History: His parents consider him a mistake, and have sent him off with nannies and such until he was old enough to go to school, then he was shipped off to boarding school. So he and his parents never agree and they hate each other. He has been going out with Jezabel Towers since the beginning of the summer, but can hardly stand her.
Element: Water/Ice
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"Jazon!" Jezabel crooned. Oh my freaking God. Not her! Why, oh why did I agree to go out with that little bitch? She is so-SPOILED! Frick. I have a feeling the only reason why I said yes was that she had put on a tight little shirt and teensy-weensy skirt and I also happened to be drunk that day.

When I had woken up, it was to late. She was my girlfriend, and I was going to be stuck with a crooning, spoiled, idiotic, annoying little-need I continue? I don't think it's really necessary to continue about that horrible THING that is my girlfriend, and frankly, it saddens my heart to think about the sad excuse of a girlfriend I now have.

However, for now, I had to excuse myself from her dirtiness, and I smirked when I saw her expression, one between hate and desire.

But it does not do to dwell on the past, and when SHE's drunk, I'm going to dump her so bad she's going to be sobbing for the rest of her life. Not that the rest of those girls who ask me out don't do that too, of course. Call me cold.

But you would too, if you had the sad excuse of a life I have. My parents have always considered me some sort of mistake, an unplanned obstacle in their fabulous life, and I never had a "proper upbringing." Yeah, I've been sent to all sorts of weird nannies, only one which I truly bonded with, a wonderful, amazing woman I still look up to, and that one was promptly fired because I must "be independent."

Oh yes, and she was killed, too. Then I went to boarding school.

"Boarding school?" You say. "That sounds fun!" No, not where I went. Here, you were required to take every single language they knew, and then some they didn't know, and if you disobeyed, they whipped you in front of the class and hung you upside down in front of the class, yet again.

Medieval? Oh, yeah. That was the "handpicked" school from my darling parents, too. So, like you might expect, my parents and I are as close as can be...in the type of family in which you just find out you have parents when you're a teenager. Because that's just about accurate for the relationship I have with my parents.

Do I wish I was someone else? Of course I do. Especially Kent Fisher, even though so many people think he's some weirdo, not to be respected. At least HE has a life, even though I'm the only one that can tell. At least HE has a loving family, one who cares for him and supports him no matter what. At least HE knows what's going to happen in the future.

Me?

My life could change in a second. I could be dead, just one second after I told you this.
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*prays this audition is good enough*

Okay, so that was good...but not excatly what we are looking for. But if you fix a few things you can re-try if you would like

Okay so first off

Yes, so Jazon would never say that. He isn't an OMG!! type of guys.

Second:
He isn't really a feeling type of guy. He is cold, and ruthless and doesn't care what people think about that. So he wouldn't be cursing the world that he was going out with Jezable. Not even in his head.

Third:
He has no intention of dumping her. He went out with her, because she was the best, and he only had the best.

Fourth:
Jazon has been to so many boarding schools, he just doesn't care anymore, so he wouldn't think about that.

Fifth:
His parents aren't big enough jerks where they would sent him off to a boarding school that abused him. end of story. lol

Sixth:
Jazon, doesn't want to be anyone eles. He is the richest boy, and has the hottest girlfriend. To him, that matters. So saying he would rather be Kent (no offence!) would be a big lie.

Seventh: Jazon is the big tough guy, that doesn't need/want anyones help. He is cold and collective, and thinks almost everything through. He has a layer of ice around him, so he rarely lets anyone in, and if people try to get close, all they feel is the cold.

So, with that in mind, you can do another audition if you would like. But please do not go up to your old audition and make the changes.

Name: Jazon Mazi
Age: 17
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Brown
Dorm: Christian's Wing
Personality: He is a cold person, as well as arrogant and gets his way no matter what. His all his friends fear him except Alexander Feilds. But despite being feared, a lot of people look up to him. But he has a softer side no one knows about, and he rarely shows it. He rarely shows his true emotions.
History: His parents consider him a mistake, and have sent him off with nannies and such until he was old enough to go to school, then he was shipped off to boarding school. So he and his parents never agree and they hate each other. He has been going out with Jezabel Towers since the beginning of the summer, but can hardly stand her.
Element: Water/Ice
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I am Jazon Mazi. You want to get to know me? Well, too bad. Anything you learn about me you have to dig for yourself, because I do not let anyone learn of my interrmost thoughts and feelings, often because it just isn't necessary to allow people to know what I'm really thinking. "Why is that?" You ask. Merely because I do not need your help, and I'm sure you don't need mine either. So let's just let it stay that way.

I was just walking down a passageway at school, like I usually do, when I spotted my girlfriend, Jezabel Towers. She was smirking, a hot little smirk as she trotted up to me. "Jazon," she said sultrily, as she attempted to unbutton my shirt. "Jezabel, control yourself!" I smirked back. I took her hand, and we walked down the passageway to lunch.

I just knew, when we walked in, that everybody was probably incredibly envious of me. I was the richest kid at the school, my girlfriend was the hottest girl there and she was mine and only mine, and I was respected. After all, fear is an aspect of respect, and I was definetely feared by many. Feared by many, respected by all.

Right in front of me, I saw some idiotic nerd. "Who the hell are you?" I asked, lumbering close to that strange life form. "Kent Fisher," he said softly. "Bent Wisher?" I asked, smirking, while Jezabel laughed a tad bit annoyingly. "Shut up, Jez," I muttered out of the corner of my mouth. She ceased her chortling instantly. "Bent Wisher?" that nerd asked me. "I'm sorry, but you appear to be hard of hearing." Then he just left.

"Did that idiot just insult me?" I asked myself. I turned to Jezabel. "Did that NERD just INSULT ME?" Jezabel didn't answer me, and I scowled, repeating what I said before. "Did that NERD just INSULT ME? I thought you could talk, Jez." "I can. Yes, Jazon. He insulted you. Do you want me to hunt him down with you?" she smiled happily at the prospect of spending some more time with me. "No, that's okay. I would like to do some thinking now," I said, forgetting all plans to eat lunch. No, I would just make myself a simple sandwich.

That nerd was going to pay. How dare he stand up to me? Then again, he was just one of the many little people below me, but still, I wanted him to get what he deserved, at whatever cost it was. I began to think, and thinking isn't exactly something you want me to be doing. After all, who knows what I might be thinking?

In this case, I was plotting. Plotting against the idiotic Bent Wisher who dared to stand up and defy me.

I am Jazon Mazi. Don't touch me.
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Better? *prays*

Amazing! I love it. So congrats, you are Jezabel Towers!! PM me and we can get things started!

I am sorry, but not quite yet. I really want to pass you, so please don't be offended when I ask you to make corrections! But you are getting better!

First off, in the beginning, it seems you are talking to the an audience, please don't do that. We don't work like that.

Second, Jezabel feels like she controls Jazon, so she wouldn't be shy. Jazon doesn't even like her, so he just basically does what she says to get out of there. But instead of telling the readers this, make them understand with words or actions.

Third, Jazon wouldn't get that worked up over someone insulting him. He would just punch in or walk away because they are to low for him to socialize with.

Fourth, Jazon is the silent type, so he doens't really voice his feelings at all. He does get mad, but it is in a silent way. So it would take alot to make him yell. But someone insulting him wouldn't do it.

So with that in mind, why not give it another go?

Name: Jazon Mazi
Age: 17
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Brown
Dorm: Christian's Wing
Personality: He is a cold person, as well as arrogant and gets his way no matter what. His all his friends fear him except Alexander Feilds. But despite being feared, a lot of people look up to him. But he has a softer side no one knows about, and he rarely shows it. He rarely shows his true emotions.
History: His parents consider him a mistake, and have sent him off with nannies and such until he was old enough to go to school, then he was shipped off to boarding school. So he and his parents never agree and they hate each other. He has been going out with Jezabel Towers since the beginning of the summer, but can hardly stand her.
Element: Water/Ice

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Dammit, Dammit!
Dammit all to hell! Assuming the place was frozen over, that is. God, who was making that noise?! Why would you wake up the dorm like that?!
The buzzing! I got up on my own, there was no need for something electronic. dammit!

I opened my eyes, there was no getting out of this. My pupils instantly snapped shut, it was so bright. Why would it be this light this early?! Unless, it wasn't

I blinked, trying to think and adjust, why would i have slept so late...luckily, i had a delay for classes today, but why would i still be asleep.

Then I remembered, i spent last night with that witch. Damn i hated her. The worst
62 minutes 7.7 seconds of my life. Her lips were harsh, like sand paper. And her tongue, deserved a leash.

They say lick an ashtray to see what its like to kiss a smoker. Shove your face into an iron maiden, and lick a spark-plug to see what it's like to kiss Jezebel god awful Towers. Damn, she was the most, I can't even describe it in the state I was in. Undulating pupils and complete insomniacs sleep made me distraught, and confused.

Not so much confused, just angry. And that god awful buzzing was still going on. I felt the vein pulse in my forehead. Soon, the bedsheets was flying over my body, showing my wife beater and boxers to the light. The sun felt hot on my exposed body. I got up, sitting on the edge of my bed and the shock of the cold floor rising up my legs, from my bare feet. I ran my fingers through my hair, before looking to where the infernal racket was coming from. Some guy, was snug in his bed while the alarm ravaged. Some guys kicked in their sleep. An unconscious response to the buzz, most just slept through it.

I didn't. Getting up, i walked over to the alarm, and slammed my hand on the top of it, sending a small shock through it, freezing the internal machinery, and rendering it, dead. Hatred glowed in my eyes. Above the bastard's head, i made a stalactite, it would only be that way for a little bit.

I walked back to my part of the room, and started getting ready. I slipped on my dockers over my boxers, they were clean enough. Then, a collared shirt. My black tie, and the emblem pin of my wing. I didn't care for the blazer today, it was too warm.

My tie hung haphazardly around my neck, dangling, I would fix it before class. Breakfast was the only thing on my mind.

Well, my roaring stomach, and revenge. I slipped on my shoes and walked out of the room. Stopping in the doorway to look at my creation over the bastards back. I nonchalantly wiggled my fingers, and walked out.

The spire melted and splashed onto his head. He woke up to the icy water with gasps and sputters.

Bastard.

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How's that?

Name: Derick Sanders
Age: 17
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Blue
Dorm: Melanie's Wing
Personality: He is the class clown. He will do anything to make a girl laugh, and sometimes he gets into trouble because of it. Although he may seem confident, he is easy to sway. He can never make his mind up on what to do.
History: He comes from an actor family, they stared in many films. They are close to each other, but not as close as they could be.
Ability: telekinesis.

Here goes my audition

Ms Adams had warned us, but the chance to give this class a bit of life, I could not miss. Every one knew that if we mixed this bluish liquid with the red chemicals it would obviously overflow. The acids in it can easily burn through these desks and probably mark the floor.
“Ah, excuse me, Ms Adams. I’m having a bit of trouble with these chemicals!” I yelled across the room, waving my hand up in the air. I held the glass of red chemicals over the blue liquid, threateningly.
Ms Adams came striding over to my desk, quickly. She had a very worried face. She looked as if she’d do anything to stop me from tipping the red chemicals into the blue liquid.
“Mr Sanders, please do not tip it in. You will cause so mu-” She said, stopping in mid sentence as I innocently tipped the chemicals into the liquid.
The liquid turned a sickening purple colour. The level of the liquid grew before my eyes. Yes. The class groaned at the very sickening smell.
“Oh no!” I heard Ms Adams mutter under her breath. The Liquid spilt and burnt the wooden desk. It was amazing.
Using my mind, I made the rest of the remaining drops of liquid fall onto the table by tipping the glass over.
I grinned. My latest trick worked. I looked around at the class. The girls were laughing… that’s a relief. I turned back around to my desk. Ms Adams was staring, horrified, at the huge hole in my desk. Man was I going to be in big trouble.



(I hope I did well )

Wow, that was amazing! :-) congrats you are Jezabel Towers!

Wow, that was amazing! it really was. So here is the thing. You need to make a new account with the name Jazon Mazi on it Then PM Rosette for the password of your house. There is a small change though. Jazon isn't the Head of wing, because rosette still is, because I gave her that postiion, and it wouldn't be fair to take to away from her. So make he account then post your Bio. also, you now have a twin sister Monica