I recently read a book called "The Last Domino" By Adam Meyer and it got me thinking about not being able to defend yourself untill some one makes you. It made me wonder what those people that shot up their schools were thinking about. This RP is to be from the perspectives of those people. Everyone starts out as an outcast. You can befriend one another later in the story, but try to stay as misanthropic as possible in the beginning.

Name:
Grade:
Appearance:
Bio:

Name: franky smit
Grade: 10
Appearance: wouldnt really call him goth but he wears black alot of black
Bio:lonely, reclusive and never really talks walks round listning to death metal.

franky walked round the school ground, his ears pounding with the sound of trivium blasting through his headphones. He looked round at the various kids, he never really spoke so he never knew if they were nice but that didnt matter he already hated them. for fitting in.

Name:Tommy
Grade:9th
Appearance:Black and red trip pants,a black My Chemical Romance t-shirt and a black and red zip up Slipknot hoddie.his bangs cover his left eye.black nail polish and eyeliner. he constinetly has his i-pod in playing a deppressing mix of whatever he liked.
Bio:He's a loner he stays alone eats in a corner and no one has heard him speak. he is a piece of wall paper and he loves it.

-Tommy walked through the hallway thinking about how easy it would be to end everyone of there pathtic lives.Drones everyone of them liveing there mundain lives and planing there"own unique" furture. not a single one of them knows he could take it away and ruin there happy fake little lives. but he stoped himself from pulling out the nine millameter in his bag there was a time and place for everything.

Name: Rosaline Williams
Grade: 10th
Appearance:
Bio: Her parents didn't want her.Her father abuses her and her mother is a drunk who does nothing about it.She doesn't have any friends and she likes it that why.She's tried to kill herself multiple times and finds it ironic that her names actually means lost.

Name: Bella Sanders
Grade: 12
Appearance: Long black hair that tends to cover her face, and bright green eyes that are usually hidden and always with a sad look in them. She wears dark clothing and doesn't really care what people think of her style. She wears what she wants and the style varies but stays mainly around the gothic realm.
Bio: Bella comes from a broken home. Her father died when she was fourteen and she's lived with her mother ever since. Her mother drinks heavily and is verbally abusive to her youngest daughter. Bella has no friends but tries to spend as little time as possible at home, often going to sit in the forest on the edge of the park on the outskirts of town. She's quiet and keeps to herself, wondering how she's made it this far despite all of her suicide attempts. She always keeps her ankles covered so no one sees the wounds, the scars.



Bella sits under a tree outside, miserable to be having to face another day of school. Her background cancelling headphones pumped out Iron Maiden's Wasting Love, at an extremely high decibel into her pierced ears and singing along softly. Willing herself away from her hell, her eyes closed, losing herself in her sanctuary: music.

Name:jesse
Grade:12
Appearance:long black hair reaches down to his chin he always wears jeans converes and a grey sweatshirt always has huge bags under his eyes
Bio: he comes from no family he is an orphan who lives in a beat up orphanage that has nasty chathlic ladys that make you have good posture and they hate everything about him. he has not tried to kill himself yet. he hangs out in the ally next to the orphanage. he gets beat up at school all the time and sits by himself at lunch. he never eats food at school he is a loner like so many others in the school.


jesse walks the hall knocking into many of the other students not carrying
what they say or do to him he opens the door to his class room taking a seat in the far corner of the room where he has sat for the year he has been there he pulls his hood on plugging in the headphones the song no rain starts playing and he closes his eyes getting sucked into the music not paying attention to the teacher telling him to take his hood off.

Name:Micheal morris

Grade:12

Appearance:a 18 year old male who stands 6.0ft tall and is a good 178 lbs he is often wearing a cosplay outfit kust like virgils from devil may cry 3 but his is black and not blue and his hair looks similar as well but it is also died black he always as black eyeliner on and white gloves for some odd reason.

Bio:many of the people see him as just a really big fan boy from his appearance or a nerd to some people but those who have actully talked to him call him crazy and a outcast saying that all he cares and alks about is how he is surrounded by demons and he could snap at any moment

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Micheal is leaning agaist a tree mumbling to himself his eyes opened wide as he looks down at the ground acationally look up at the the empty outdoors of his school because they are all in there classes at the moment then he chuckles to himself slightly and returns to talking to the ground

Name: Mollie
Grade: 11
Appearance: http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj20 ... o_girl.jpg
Is always wearing the big sunglasses and outfits similar to this one
Bio: At the age of 17 Mollie has found herself very much alone. Her parents are divorced and her Dad, who she lives with, is always away with work. She likes it this way, likes the quiet time to herself but there is a side of her that wishes she could be accepted but she dosnt let anyone see this. At school she is very much a ghost, always there but never really seen.
The last few months her grades have slipped as she has started drinking. Giving up.


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Mollie is hiding out in the girls bathroom, sitting on the counter as she swivils her waist around and re-applies her eyeliner while looking in the mirror. She cant be bothered to attend her classes this morning, she is failing them anyway so what was the point? She would much rather spend her morning in the bathroom, listening to music in peace and quiet on her ipod and not to mention the small bottle of vodka in her school bag that rests against the floor.

Just as Bella decides to skip class..her lovely, lovely phys.ed class she'd been forced to take.. she see's her classmates all coming outside. Bella pulls up her hood and hopes that her classmates would not see her. She got no sleep the night before and couldn't really handle doing anything too physically draining. Unfortunately though her teacher, Mrs. Stone, recognized the girl right away.
"Bella Sanders! Get your ass over here right now? What do you think you're doing cutting my class." All of her classmates sniggered and Bella couldn't handle it. She merely stormed off as her teacher yelled after her, threatening her with detention.
Bella didn't mind the threat of after school detention. She didn't have any friends so it wasn't like she was really missing out on anything after school. If nything it bought her some time before she had to go home.
She went back inside the school went to sit alone on the stairs leading down to the basement. It was somewhere she could go to just be alone and not have to face the way everybody looked at her.

jesse got up and walked out of the class as the teacher was giving a lecture about how hoods were not alowed in class. he walked down the stairs and headed out side. jesse put his hood on to block the sun from shining in his eyes and continued walking down the never ending side walk to the supermarket. he finally arive stealing a pack of ciggerets when the chasier wasnt looking he quickly lite one and walked out of store. taking a huge drag he saw the popular and perky kids that always made fun of him ''damn'' he thought to him self he continued walking back to school. the kids road by in their car calling him names and stopping to kick his ass. jesse stopped and stood face to face with the jock he took a drag from his ciggeret and blew a big clowed of smoke in his face. the jock was taken back by that and then grabbed jesse by the shirt
ready to punch him when the cops came making the kids flee back to school. the cop didint chase after them he just aressted jesse.

Still sitting on the counter, now with her back turned to the mirror Mollie is listening to her ipod while taking a sip from the small bottle of vodka she keeps with her at all times. She is so lost in her own thoughts of how much she hates school that she dosnt hear the bathroom door open and the vice principle walk in, looking for her.

Her eyes catch movement out of the side of her eyes as she sees the vice principle, quickly hiding the bottle behind her back before the she can see it.
"I thought I would find you here, skipping class again" the vice principle said in a stern tone as Mollie rolled her eyes sliding down off the counter "Whats it to you?" she asked in a defiant voice as she picked up her bag, secretly stashing her drink in there.

"Go sit outside my office. I will be there in a minute and if your not there you will be in more trouble than you can imagine" the vice principle said as Mollie walked out of the bathroom and down the school hallway. Not caring in the slightest that she would get into more trouble, she wasnt going to hang around and see what the vice principle wanted. She headed out of the school towards the small park across the road, seeing a group of the popular kids heading back into the school as she avoided them

Name:Kaydee Knowells
Grade:11
Appearance:
Bio:Kaydee was adopted, her real mother abondoned her when she was a newborn baby, and her real mother was fourteen. She grew up with a very rich adoptive mother, but now her mother had to go on a trip and she has the house all too herself and lives with her aunt for now. Kaydee was tossed aside because she was crazy, considered insane but still, she's really funny and fun-loving, and friendly if you get to know her. But still, Kaydee does have sanity problems.

Kaydee sighed and slipped ear buds of her iPod into her ears. She truly didn’t know what else to do. Come on, it’s only been twenty minutes and it feels like a whole four hours passed, she thought a tad wretched. Kaydee twirled a wisp of her shadow black hair around her finger and looked around for her locker. Ah, there it is she went up to the blue-steel locker and banged her fist hard on the metal. Ouch, that hurt. Well, you could say she was use to it. Kaydee overlooked the unexpected stares she got, for she just made everyone jump with the shrill noise. “I’m just trying to open my locker.” She told them, irritated.

Jesse was thrown into a cell that was closed and locked. the man who threw him in left and another one came letting him call the orphanage.Jesse slowly dialed the numbers he slowly put the phone to his ear hoping it wasn't Mrs Clair. the other end picked up and a shrill hello was ringing through his ear. ''uh mrs uh clair'' he said into the phone ''yes Jesse where the hell arnt you why are you at school'' she returned with a screeching voice ''well i got uh arrested'' he replied the Mrs Clair on the other end hung up. Jesse was thrown back in jail half hoping Mrs Clair would come and get him

Name: Mike Taydr (Prefers to be called Zavv)
Grade: 12
Age: 19
Personality/Bio:He grew up not knowing much of anything, an Orphan till the age of 18, a friend brought him to his home where he now resides. His family, or what is left of it has never contacted him. A rather stand-offish individual. Though he is polite and gives respect, he has trouble socializing. Loves the colors black and red, and always shows it through his clothing. Listening to music, and reading books are two things you will see him doing almost all of the time. Avoids crowds if he can, and likes only one on one conversations when they do happen.
Appearance: 6'4", athletic ((though not an athlete.)), hair died a platinum, and wears red contacts. ((True eye color, a bright green.))



Mike walked up to his locker, dawned his casual black leathers. A bag hung low from his back, and in one hand he carried a small slip of paper. A transfer slip, and a schedule were written down on it. He sighed as he looked at the tin door that gave way to what he was sure to be a filthy hole for him to store his things. Lazily he input the code for his locker into the lock, and opened it. He was not surprised, this was going to be like every other school he had attended in the past. Mike herd a large slam to his left, a girl with ear phones had punched her locker. Paying no mind, he closed his locker, all he wanted was to see if was even able to open, so with platinum hair hanging over his eyes, he waled past the locker-assaulting girl, being careful as to not attract to much attention as he tried to find a place to be left alone.

Full Name: Elexa Lynn Deiters.
Name at birth (if different): Alexandra Lyndsay Deiters.
Aliases (if any): Elexa.
Title (military rank, Dr., clergy, etc.): Haggard.
Preferred name (what do you like to be called, can be nickname): Elexa.
Age/DOB (include both): Seventeen; January sixteenth, 1991.
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Race/Ethnicity (for clarification only; white, black, Asian, Arab, Latino, etc.): Caucasian.
Skin Tone (select one): malaria-pale
Height: 4'11.
Weight: 92lbs.
Build (slim, linebacker, etc.): Very slim.
Eyes: Emerald.
Hair: Thick and curly red hair. When straightened it reaches to her navel, when not straightened, it varies to a bit below her chest.
Clothes: Usually tight jeans with dark colored hoodies.
Appearance (more description, note things like glasses, braces, other physical attributes; a picture is encouraged):http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk133/mkglacks/l_97f5110e7a3ac744aa5eeb955a5f22-1.gif

Religion: Atheist.
Political Affiliation: Elexa doesn't care about politics.
Education: Some high school.
Languages spoken: English.
Weapons (if any): Body.
Occupation (and history if prior): Nothing.
Special Abilities/Skills: Beautiful voice and amazing abilities with playing the oboe, and the clarinet. Though she prefers Bass Clarinet.
Hobbies: Music. Writing.
Interests: Getting away from her father; she's interested in families around her; the families she never had.
Serious Problems: Extremely bipolar with chronic depression.
Personality: Elexa is actually a very scared person. She has trust issues and is usually either too nice, or extremely foul and sarcastic.
Background (history, family, life): [[I'm lazy, so it'll be brief.xD]] Elexa's mother died whilst giving birth to her, and now her father is spiteful and abusive towards Elexa for it. He blames her and claims that she is an abomination against everything and everyone willing. He is an alcoholic, and does several different types of drugs. Usually he comes home from work and finds any reasons that could justify him beating the crap out of her.But she was born in Essex, England, and moved to this place when she was fifteen. Elexa still has her thick English accent.

Favorite Types of Music: Rock, Indie, Metal. She absolutely abhors rap and hip hop.
Favorite Types of Reading Material: Something rare that people usually don't read. She enjoys the romance stories and the stories of families that live happily ever after.
Favorite TV shows: She has no television.
Favorite Movies: The last time Elexa watched a movie was before she moved.
Nationality: English.
Born: In Essex, England before her father moved her to New York when she was fifteen. I
Now lives: A city.
Lives with: Her father.
Relationship Status (select one and explain): Elexa is single and is not looking. She would rather not burden a perfectly happy person with her problems. The only 'love' she's experienced was from her father. And because of the way he treats her, she is pretty much scared of what a man could do to her.

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The deep booming voice reverberated throughout the whole house. A teenage girl was walking out of it with her head down. It was simply another day in her crappy life. The hood was lifted and casted a shadow on her face, which was puffy and bruised from the night before. Her father had gotten mad that she was studying for a Chemistry test instead of cooking dinner like a woman should be doing. The man had grabbed his daughter by the hair and kneed her in the face several times. But today was a new day; a red mark already formed and hidden under her overlarge sweater. Tears rolled down bruised cheeks and dripped off of the girl's chin. The school was only a few minutes away, but a few minutes too close.

Soon enough, Elexa had stepped through the front doors. Keeping her hood up, she attempted to just blend in with the crowd. A rather large senior boy accidentally bumped into her. Elexa then winced and the tears were renewed. " I'm so sorry!" He yelled out, then continued horsing around with his fellow schoolmates. Adjusting the strap of her bag, Elexa walked slowly towards her homeroom class.


[[I hope you don't mind my character sheet being a bit different. It's just more detailed. xD]]

"Always the same..." Mike mumbled to himself as he sat on a bench in the halls of the bustling school. He removed his bag, dropping it on the floor with a loud thump. Again with the same lazy like persona he began rumbling through his bag. After a moment or two he pulled out a rather large, worn looking novel with fading gold letters on the spine that read "The Wayfarer Redemption" Not to soon after he was deep into reading page after page, thinking to himself, There's no point in me attending class on the first day anyway. Some moments after a girl walked by him in a slight slum, her head down. Maybe saying hello would help.... Mike looked up, and tried to smile a friendly smile, "Hi...." it was only then did he realize that this girl had been crying.

Mollie was seated on one of the swings in the small playground, rocking back and forth. Not really putting much effort into the swinging motion just lazily moving her legs against the worn soil track. She hated school, it was pointless going as she was never in class and the teachers only noticed her when she wasnt there. Then again she hated her home life as well so what was the difference between being at school and at home.

Quickly she looked through her school bag, bringing out the bottle of vodka and taking a few mouthfuls, feeling the sensation as the liquid went down her throat. It wasnt like she was an alcoholic or anything, she could stop drinking if she wanted to. But when everything else seemed to suck what was the point in stopping. It gave her a numb sensation that helpped her get through the day.

Mollie knew she would have to go back to school sooner or later. If she didnt show up this afternoon to classes chances were the school might follow through with all the threats of calling her parents and that was the last thing she needed to deal with at the moment. Her Dad would be furious like he had been the numerous times before, but then again at least when he was angry he was talking to her. As for her mum, Mollie knew that she couldnt be contacted even if the school tried. Last time she had heard her mum was off living in LA with her new husband in some fancy apartment that Mollie wasnt invited to go and visit.

Making sure her sunglasses hid her eyes Mollie jumped off the swing and started back towards the school across the road. She might as well go to one of her afternoon classes as she saw most of the students heading back into class after the lunch break. She had Modern history and that teacher normally left her alone to sit up the back with her ipod in either daydreaming or sleeping. As Mollie made her way through the school hallway she bumbed into a few people, not even bothering to look up at them or appologise as she kept walking.

Kaydee bit her lower-lip and clenched her fist as she slowly opened her lockers. "Morons.." She said under her breath. It wasn't normal for her to be so so furious, but today, she just was, based on tonight. A guy had just walked past her and she rolled her eyes, as she ran her hands around her locker and then closed it. All of a sudden, she felt someone bump into her. "Whoa!" Kaydee looked down at the girl and slightly glared.

Mollie stopped slightly to turn around and look at the girl she had just bumped into after she heard the exclamation, rolling her eyes slightly as she turned her face to look at the girl and saw the girl glaring at her. "Have you got a problem?" she asked with a defensive edge to her voice as she stared back at her. Not really meaning to bump into the girl, but not really caring that she did either.