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Name- Alix Eneras
Real celeb or not- Not
Age- 17
Gender- Female
Personality- Alix can be described in two words: "Constant Troublemaker". She's witty, open minded, and pretty irritating if she wants to be. Nothing will stop her from getting her opinions across to others. One would normally see her around the school, pulling pranks on anyone with a pulse. Don't let her looks or reputation fool you- she's a loyal friend and someone great to have on your side. Her grades range from high A's to low B's, depending on the subject.
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Style- Alix doesn't dress like most people. Her outfits usually consist of smock skirts, ripped jeans, leather boots, tank tops and other assorted accessories.
Other- Alix has an eyebrow piercing and two tattoos- one on her lower back of wings, and a star shaped one on her left wrist, facing outward. She plays guitar and sings solo.

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"No, it's your turn to get the bags!" Tom yelled at Bill in the car, as they pulled up to a parking space. "No, I got them when we were in France. It's your turn!" Bill retorted, crossing his arms. He flipped down the mirror in the car, and waited for Tom to get out and get his bags for him. "Stop playing with your make up, and get the damn bags! After we went to France, we went back to Germany. And I got the bags last in Germany. SO, it's YOUR turn!" Tom said, slamming his door shut, which shook the whole care. "Oh yeah!" Bill said, smirking. Tom was slightly angry now, and Bill thought it was quite humorous.

Bill grabbed two of the seven bags, and dragged them a few feet away from the car, and let out a loud heave. "Why do I pack so much!" He vented, grabbing another two bags from the car. Tom tapped his foot, waiting for Bill to drag in all the luggage. Ten minutes went by, then fifteen. "Okay, you're more useless than I thought." Tom snorted. "I'll get the four bags, and you take two." He added, grabbing two bags in each hand. The twins made their way over to the large sign, which said "Main Lobby."

"I wonder if they're going to put us in all the same classes, because we're twins. Imagine!" Bill said, his eyes going big. "Yeah. that'd be pretty not great." He said sarcastically. "You're a jerk today, did you know that?" Bill said, staring at Tom from under his long black hair, which was partly in his face. "Yeah. Well it wasn't my idea to come here, now was it?" He retorted back. Bill began walking faster, but after a few minutes of doign that, his legs began to hurt. "Damn these bags are heavy." He mumbled to himself.

They finally made it to the lobby, and they both stood in line. They both got some weird looks from other people. There were a lot of, "Is that a guy, or a chick?" comments passed around the room. Bill pretended he didn't hear anything, but it was hard to.

Tom began looking around the room for eyecandy.

[And yeah, that's fine,!]

[LOL Okey-dokey. I apologize early for this may not be very good.]

A 5' 10" and extremely muscular body strode down the side walk coolly and casually. There was a backpack slung over their shoulder and a guitar case in one hand. The figure's black hair come to their shoulders and was underneath a white bandanna and a black fedora hat. Tattoos covered the figure's arms, a full sleeve of monsters tattooed on his right arm. A serious face watched from behind sunglasses under the barely existent shade of the hat.

Brian Haner Jr., better known as Synyster Gates, turned his back to the front entry of Arcadia High and pushed the door open with his back. He turned back around and smirked at the welcoming cool air from the air conditioning; it was heavenly compared to the blazing heat from outside. He stood enjoying the cool air before shaking his head to break from the trance-like state. He walked into the lobby and up to the front desk, gently and tenderly putting the guitar case on the ground. "Hey. I'm here to get my schedule?" He let the sunglasses fall to the end of his nose, looking at the woman at the desk with make-up rimmed brown eyes. Someone standing beside him stared at the number one tattoo on his right thumb, "MARLBORO" tattooed on his knuckles, and the coffin tattooed on the inside of his left middle finger as he drummed his fingers rhythmically.

"What's your name, dear?"

"Haner. Brian Haner," he answered, pushing the sunglasses back up to the bridge of his nose. He hiked the backpack up and shifted his weight to his left foot impatiently.

"Alright. Please wait just one moment." The woman went back to search for his schedule.

Synyster sighed and picked up the guitar case, walking over and sitting in a chair while he waited. "Shame pulses through my heart from the things I've done to you; It's hard to face but the fact remains that this is nothing new; I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories; Selfish beneath the skin but deep inside I'm not insane," he quietly sang under his breath.

Tom heard some music coming from somewhere. A radio? No, it sounded live, or something. He searched the room, and he saw a man playing the guitar, and lulling under his breath. "Hold my spot in line." Tom said to Bill in German quickly - which caused even more unwanted stares. He strolled over to the guy, and stood listening to his music. "Is very good." Tom said, in a thick German accent. He hoped he could understand him with the accent. "Your guitar playing, I mean. I'm Tom. Tom Kaulitz, and that feminine looking thing over there is my brother. Bill." Tom said, sitting down beside the guy.

Bill stood in line for a few more minutes, and was called to the front desk. "Kaulitz? Bill?" The lady rang a small bell, and handed him two schedules. "This your brother. This yours." The lady said. Did she not speak proper english? "Uhm. yes, thanks. What is your first language?" Bill asked, smiling. "Oh. English, actually. I just thought since you spoke German, I'd... h, nevermind hon." The lady said, her already pink cheeks going red. Bill nodded, and walked away. Bill handed his brother his schedule, and listened to the music that was being played. "Yeah, the lady was odd. She wa trying to speak in simple english. It was nice, but very funny." Bill laughed, and so did Tom.

Ainako got off her motorcycle and parked it in the closet spot to the door. She took off her helmet and sat it on the handle and got off. She'd bring her bags later when her mom came up with her. She was wearing her normal attire, she had on a traditional japanese school uniform, she was only wearing it for fun, and black converses. Her hair wasn't pulled up that day so it was at it's full length all the way down her back. She walked in the office and saw the entire line of students and decided to have a seat and wait for the line to shortened. Meanwhile she looked at the students that were already there, there was a guy that had hair almost as long as her and a hat on, the guy standing next to him had on make up, then the one already at the counter had both arms tattooed completely. 'This will be an interesting year' she though to herself before she put in her ear buds.

Synyster jumped slightly. "What? Oh, thanks. Nice to meet you, I'm Synyster; Synyster Gates." He looked over at Bill and snickered. "Thanks for the heads up about that being your brother. If I've had looked with a warning I may've tried to hit on him." He shook his head and laughed at himself. "Are you two... models, actors, or musicians?" He took his sunglasses off and hung them from the top edge of his shirt, tipping his hat up slightly.

"I'm a musician. I play guitar, too. And sing back-up, sometimes." Tom said, smiling at Synyster's joke about his brother. Bill frowned slightly, and folded his arms. "Yes, I'm a singer." Bill said, forcing a smile. "And part-time transvestite." Tom added, snickering. Bill frowned, and walked away, deciding to go find his dorm. Room 104. "Aw, C'mon Bill, it was a joke!" Tom said, laughing still. Bill glanced at the luggage, then back at Tom. Bill smirked, and walked away from the luggage. There was no way he'd take his brother's luggage - or his own - to the room after his comment. Tom frowned back. "So, Synyster. Are you in a band, or a solo artist?"

On the way out, Bill saw a cute asian girl. he decided to make conversation. "Hi, I'm Bill. And you are?" Bill said, flashing a smile at the girl and holding his hand out, for her to shake.

The car came to a jerking halt, causing Alix's sleep to end abruptly. She narrowed her eyes and glared at her older brother. She didn't think it was possible for someone to suck this badly at driving. The twenty-five year old nervously muttered an apology before they both got out of the car to grab the bags.

"Back for another year at this snob palace. Woo!"Alix cheered with bitter sarcasm as she hauled her main suitcase out of the tiny trunk of her brother's Toyota. She had spent a whole summer with people she enjoyed, doing things she actually liked to do, and now she was back at Arcadia for another year. It was pretty much the equivalent of prison, in her eyes. Back in Manhattan, she didn't have to worry about people staring at her wildly colored hair. Things like that were kind of normal, depending on your location.

Her brother let out a loud grunt, but Alix couldn't be sure if it was from the heavy lifting or from her previous comment.

"You always complain about this school," Carlito said, "Yet you come back here year after year. You like this school, ¿sí? Act like it."

Alix simply stared blankly at her brother. He had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. She stayed silent for a moment, before saying: "Come on, let's get to the lobby."

Synyster laughed. "Hey, I won't hit you now," he teased. "I'm in a band. Lead guitar and second vocals," he said before attempting to play an advanced solo on his guitar. "Dammit," he cursed as one of the strings broke in his haste to show off. "Well, that didn't turn out even half as cool as I had hoped," he muttered, scowling at his guitar. He sighed and put it back in the case, mentally noting that he'd have to fix at as soon as he got to his room.

Ainako almost didn't hear bill over her head phones. She pulled out her Ipod and clicked the off button. "Hi I'm Ainako Haru nice to meet you to" she shook his hand and stood up to make conversation, it wasn't until then that she realized the height difference, almost a full 7 inches or so, her being only 4'8. "So are you from here or germany, I hear your friend talk to you in german so I guessed so". She looked over at his friend that was making conversation with the guy who had two sleeves. "So I guess your both musicians?" she said as she reached down to her pocket to pull out a sucker and stuck it in her mouth. She took out another one. "Want it?' she asked.

Tom tried to hold back a laugh, and failed. "Yeah, that was super cool!" Tom said sarcastically. "And don't worry about him. He'll act as if the world is coming to an end for about 20 minutes, and after that he'll love you." Tom said, staring at the back of Bill's head. "Well. Not like that kind of love.. But.. well, you know." Tom laughed more. "So, do you know anyone here? Or are you new?" Tom asked. He was horrible at making conversation with guys. Now, making conversation with girls was much easier.

Bill smirked at the thought of candy. "Yes, please!" Bill said in a voice louder than he intended. He clapped his hands together, and took the sucker. "Well he's my twin brother. And yes, we're both from Germany, and we're both in a band. Tokio Hotel." Bill pointed to Tom, who was still talking to Synyster. "To avoid any confusion.. I'm a guy. yes, a man." Bill said, standing proud. He really disliked it when people called him a girl. He didn't hate it enough to change himself, though. "So, how long have you been going here for? This is my brother and I first time being here!" He stated, smiling.

Synyster chuckled and shrugged, "Yeah, I'm so cool ice cubes are jealous." He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Oh, the sudden pain of heartbreak," he joked louder than necessary so Bill would hear. "New. This would actually be the only high school I've ever been to that was for celebrities. The band I'm in, well, I joined them last year. Anyway, I don't know a single person here. I think." He shrugged. "What about you two? Newbs or originals?"

Alix stood patiently in the main line in the lobby, a little aggravated that her brother left her with all her bags, claiming that he had some sort of appointment to go to. Bullcrap. She wasn't going to hold it to him just yet. Looking around, she noticed quite a few new faces around the campus. At the moment, she couldn't really tell if it was a good or bad thing. All she really cared about at the moment was getting to her dorm room so she could put all these bags down. Carrying four heavy bags and a guitar case wasn't good for someone's back. Scoliosis, anyone?

"Alix Eneras." She said to the woman at the front desk. In exchange, she get the keys to her new dorm room and her schedule. Finally! Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a group of new students. Why not go indroduce herself? She placed her luggage down in the corner of the room and headed over to the girl, and the person whose gender she was a little skeptical about. Either way, he or she was wearing more makeup than she was.

"Hey there!" Alix said to the two, breaking out her normally unused 'friendly smile'. No need to scare the new kids away. "You guys new here? I'm Alix, by the way."

Tom chuckled at Synyster's jokes. "He'll come overe here, y'know!" Tom said seriously. "And he'll give you a horrible make-over!" Tom said, beginning to laugh again. "Horrible days from when we were 13. And uh, I don't know anyone from here. Just my brother, I guess. It's my first year here, too. I should probably go get my schedule from my brother. Wait. has it been 20 minutes yet? He's probably still mad if it hasn't been." Tom joked, and left the lobby, and walked over to Bill.

"Oh. And this guy here, is my horrible brother. His name is Tom." Bill introduced Tom to Ainako. "Yeah. OLDER brother." Tom said. "Well, I'm going to the dorm. I'll take your luggage too, because you're too much of a pussy to take it yourself. Wait, so what room is it?" Tom asked, grabbing one of the schedules. "Well, mine is room 109. Yours is room 108." Bill said, exchanging the schedules with his brother. Tom grabbed the bags, and began walking off to find the dorm.

Ainako giggled slightly as he took the sucker. "Hope you like apple." she said. "Oh your twins no way!" she said looking back and forth "you two look nothing alike" she said still kinda surprised. "Is it hard for you to speak English, or have you been here for awhile." She walked over to the window, the line was still a little long for her. "A band huh, must be cool since you have your brother with you all the time". When he said he was a guy she wanted to say that she knew he was a guy, but then again, she hand her second thoughts. "Oh don't worry rather your a guy or a girl or a guy dressed as a girl...no offense, I've seen it all, back in Japan guys look like me". She shivered slightly at the thought. "No I'm new here too, just got back from a tour with ohoyacon" she said giving the peace sign.

"Hi!" Bill said to Alix. She was pretty, and unique. "I love your hair." Bill blurted out, blushing right after. "I'm new here, and so is my twin brother, who you might've met. he's a weird perv, I'm just warning you." Bill smirked. Revenge, please! Bill flicked a piece of his hair back behind his ears. "So, are you new here?" Bill asked, smiling.

"Yeah. Well, I wear make up, and he doesn't. Without the make up, we look exactly alike. it's weird." Bill said, smirking. "No, english is easy. Sometimes I use German just because it comes to me a lot quicker than english. and being in a band with my twin brother.. is fun, I do admit. But we get into fights sometimes. he says its just me overreacting, but I don't think I do." Bill smiled, and sucked on his sucker. "Oh, really, well I'd fit right in." Bill laughed, and rolled his eyes. He liked making fun of himself, he just didn't like it when others made fun of him.

Ainako waved high to the new girl that walked up to them. "Hi I'm Ainako Haru" She said giving the peace sign. She hopped off the window sill and mouthed the words 'Hold on' as she walked, or skipped, over to the counter and asked the lady for her schedule.

"What's your name dear?'
"Ainako Haru"
"Are you from another country?" she said as she typed away at her computer.
"Yea Tokyo,Japan"
"I think I've heard of you, by the way here you go dear?" she handed held out the paper for her to take.
"Maybe maybe not" She took the paper and walked back over to bill and Alix. "I'm room...110 what about you two she asked .

Alix giggled and blushed at the compliment. It wasn't everyday she heard that! He was a guy, and a good looking one at that. "Thanks! Your hair's pretty sweet too." It definitely was a style new to her, yet it somehow seemed familiar. She glanced over for someone who looked pretty similar to him. "Nah, probably not. You're the first person I've talked to here yet. A perv, eh? I'm pretty much immune to that stuff."
She snorted and swept her hair out of her eyes. "Nope, this is my second year. So yeah, I can help you out here."
Alix smiled and waved at Ainako. "Nice to meet ya! I'm in room 106."

Synyster laughed. "Alright. See ya around, then, Tom." He stood up as the woman at the front desk located his schedule and dorm key.

"Next time, though, hon, please get in line," the woman said, pointing the the long line of student.

"Holy fuck! No way! That thing is longer than when people were standing in line for our autographs!" Synyster shook his head. "There won't be a next time anyway. I'm a senior so no more high school after this." He walked back over the picked his guitar case and backpack up before reading the schedule. He still had to get his luggage from his car. "Dammit. I wanted room 666," he joked. "Well, I guess room 666 divided by 6 will have to do." He shrugged and turned to head to the dorm. He stopped the smirked for a moment, turning to face Bill. As soon as he noticed Bill was looking, he blew a kiss and winked. This will be fun! I already have some one to pester, he thought gleefully. Zacky has a substitute until I see him again.