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Tyga FeFe Prince

I'm here to make life long friends, study, and get a job.

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a character in “The Project of Warren High”, as played by RahRadio14

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" It's a good day when you can count the silver linings, all my life I've been counting silver linings."

Name: Tyga FeFe Prince

Age:16

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Pansexuality


Nickname: FeFe - this is the shortned version of his really middle name Fierce.

Appearance: He is very skinny, an unhealthy thin. He has dark smooth skin, tilted big brown eyes, big lips, small nose, and a pointy chin. He has one tattoo of the roman numerals for fifteen (XV) on his wrist with the words Will next to it. Tyga has short and curly hair that is usualy styled in small twisits. Over all Tyga looks very friendly. When he smiles he has dimples.

Tyga is a product of the city he came from. Tgya grew up in the slums and the ghetto with loud people, and loud fashion. So Tyga likes to wear clothes that express his character, this range from baseball hats tilted side ways, and army print jeans. Jewelry is also loud and usually thick. Tyga is picky about what he eats; he hates fried food, fast food, and red meat. He prefers to eat fish, poultry. He doesn’t like cow’s milk instead he drinks, almond, coconut, and rice milk. The list of the food he likes and dislikes is VERY long.



Abilities): Tyga is quite flexible. He took gymnastics throughout his life right up till coming to Warren. He also enjoys swimming, and ice skating. He has rhythm but he isn't a great dancer all he knows is how to shake what his mama gave him.

Personality: Tyga is best described as COOL. He can be friends with anybody. He loves talking to people and learning their opinion on things. He is very good at vocalizing his emotions, and is not afraid to cry. He smiles a lot. Tyga even smiles when he is depressed. He always has an ear open and a shoulder free for any friend that needs to talk. His presence just inspires people to talk to him.

History: Tyga grew up in the ghetto of his city, drugs and violence a common thing to see as a child. Most of his friends were and still are in a gang or dealing drugs. Tyga stayed away from the gangs concentration on just getting out of the ghetto. The one thing he picked up from his home was smoking, he trys to quit but keeps going back to it. Tyga studied hard and picked up after school activities such as swimming, gymnastics, and ice skating to also keep him away from the violence at home. He excelled in his elementary school and went to a prestigious middle school across the city in a rich neighborhood on scholarship. He made friends there but he never forgot where he came from. He still kept his friends in the ghetto. He graduated from his middle school and went to an international boarding school that was in his city. Tyga also got in on scholarship.

He did not get to be the person he is today without help his best friend ,Will a senior member in a gang. Will taught Tyga what he knew, he showed Tyga how to get around the city, and encouraged him to try everything to get out. Tyga's grandmother Ruth was also a big help. She took Tyga to the library showed him how to find books, and how to look up events and programs happening in the city. She showed him a passion for reading, and learning new things. Through the library Tyga found a lot of the after school programs and jobs he got from the free wifi at the library. At the age of eight Tyga was enrolled in several after school activities and was taking himself through public transportation to each one. It was when he was ten and saw ice skating on TV that he got his first job as a paper boy. He delivered papers for months to save up for ice skates and pay for ice skating lessons. Ever since then he has enjoyed the sport and always has some type of job to pay for the sport.

It was during winter break when Tyga was 14 that his best friend was shot. Will had been one of the few people supporting Tyga to do good. When Will died Tyga felt his reason for being leave. Will’s parting words had been. “Be yo self FeFe, don’t let nothing and no one bring ya down.” Tyga threw himself into his studies and sports losing weight dramatically. It took awhile for Tyga to get out of his slump, Will’s death is still a sore spot for him even today. It wasn’t till the shrink at Tyga’s school started to take notice of Tyga’s weight loss, that he really started the road to recovery. The shrink suggested moving away to a different school for Tyga to start fresh. With the thought of moving to Warren. Tyga feels refreshed and ready to start over and make friends.

Other:

Theme songs
Who shot me by Honey Cocoaine,
Der Luv by Honey Cocoaine,
Just wanna escape by Honey Cocoaine,
Young Dreamer by Honey Cocoaine.

So begins...

Tyga FeFe Prince's Story

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#, as written by Mousie
Built majestically upon the top of a mountain range, surrounded by evergreen pine forests and valleys is an old castle, beautiful and elegant; particularly at sunrise when the warm rays first hit the spiral of each tower. Quiet for a short while the hidden landmark is once again open as a boarding school.

On this particular day the sun is shining bright and warm and the sky is clear; but the shadows are cold and there is a slight chill to air. Students of all shapes and sizes have approached the school, wearing their fresh uniforms, trailing baggage behind them fit for a long term at school. For some; more baggage is being sent in preparation for the entire year.

Unknown to the students, there is a slight change to this school year. A species that hasn't yet set foot in the school is mingling within the crowd, disguised by the general mob of uniforms and mayhem.

Warren High Boarding school has undertaken a project. One that will change the lives of all the students involved.



A warning bell rings out and it causes the students to file into two seperate assembly halls after a few straddles check in at reception.

In one hall, fresh-faced human children are seated. Nervous, eager and hopelessly naïve. Human teachers crowd behind them, listening just as eagerly as their students.

A woman, intimidating in both stature and beauty stands before them, icy eyes wondering over the sea of heads. Amanda Vogue, head mistress of Warren High, a mysterious figure built upon fear and rumours. Terrifying visually, from her masculine suit to her snarling, bow shaped lips. She wore the word terrifying like a shade of lipstick.

She never usually gave a speech this early, but things were different this year.

"Good afternoon and welcome, my name is Amanda Vogue, but you will all address me as Head Mistress." She began, giving a few figity students a longer stare than others. "At the start of the school year it is tradition for students to settle into their shared rooms on arrival and meet their fellow students before starting lessons the following day, however, I want to let you know a few important things first. Number one, there are no dropouts, runaways, rule breakers or clowns at this boarding school- you're here to learn and here you will stay. Number two, this school is special, it has traditions, secrets, I expect students of this school to be respectful of these things. Last of all, this is a respected facility and it is a privilege to be here, I assure you all that this will be an experience you will never forget..."

After addressing the human students Amanda Vogue made her way through a short corridor until she came to a second large hall. She hesitated outside the doors leading in before letting out an aspirated sigh and pushing open the doors. It unleashed a chaos of noise. Students of all kinds littered the hall, loud and obnoxious, snarling and laughing. She took her place at the front of the hall and after realising that no one had noticed her enter, let out a horrifying shriek. The hall quickly fell silent. The older students who'd been at the school for a while sat round respectably, the new students jumped in their seats. Startled.

She stared at them all, letting her glamour slip slightly to reveal some skeletal before giving a slightly different speech.

"Im sure you've all heard the rumours circulating about the 'human project' the school has taken on. Therefore I will address this first. It is true, that approximately half of the new students joining this year are human. This is an opportunity to prove to the council that this school raises students of the highest calibre no matter the species. It is a project we take very seriously, any student who is seen to jeopardise this great opportunity will be punished and expelled. I expect you all to make the new students feel welcome.
Now I am Amanda Vogue, Head Mistress of Warren High Boarding school..."


She continued to list similar introductions to the monster students as she did with the human students, Aware that her words were falling on a few deaf ears. The up coming year was to be a difficult one. She was a wolf, running a school for cat and mice.

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Character Portrait: Tyga FeFe Prince Character Portrait: Daniel "Danny Marvelous" Maravilla

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This is sick. This is dope. This is...

incongruous.

Incongruous- absurd, out of place.


inconsistent.


inconsistent- contradictory, irregular.

No word could describe properly what Tyga was feeling right now. He wanted to quote Drake, Honey Cocaine, or Snoop Dogg. He wanted to go back to the horrible black hole of a neighborhood he lived in. He wanted to shove this in there faces, screaming how he made it. How he was going to MAKE it. No adjective could describe the tingle in his belly as he took in the magnificent walls, the high ceilings. No adjective could explain the erratic jump in his heart as he took in the rich dark floors.

He, Tyga, a boy from the hood, was going to Warren. THE Warren High. When he had found his acceptance letter in his mail box. Tyga had cried. He had cried on the rickety structure called his front porch. Neighbors called him a sissy, his mother ignored him, and his sister pushed past him. Tyga didn't care. He was finally getting out! When his councilor had suggested Warren ,Tyga had jumped at the chance to go. The school was highly selective and only the best went there. To receive such an honor had sent the usually tough as nails Tyga into a crying fit. The tears were fat and warm, with them came shots of joy. No words, just noises of happiness, loud and cheerful barks that escaped his throat. Tyga had not only cried he had jumped around like a mad man, waving his acceptance letter in the air. He jumped up and down on his front porch, he did the cat daddy, the two step, and the moon walk.

Once done with his short loss of sanity, Tyga had straightened himself out and had went back inside. He packed everything he owned into two duffels, and stayed pack the whole summer.

When move out day came he grabbed his two duffels, a lot heavier now with more stuff inside, loaded them into the taxi. He said goodbye to the relatives that were around, his grandma, and cousin Boo. He promised to write his grandma and jokingly cursed his cousin out. When finished with goodbyes he got in the Taxi. The Taxi took him to a bus, the bus took him to a plane, and the deplane took him to a special bus to Warren. The journey had been long, tiring, and even nerve wracking. Tyga on his last bit of energy was able to taken in the beauty of Warren. After the opening speech he checked in, got his room key with his schedule and list of dorm-mates. He listened to the head mistress speak with droopy eyes but alert mind. His uniform was slightly wrinkled. Tyga had substituted the pants for tighter jeans in that color and the foot wear to a black pair of Jordan's, a sox baseball hat sat low on his tight curls. He wore a hoodie in the school colors over his school shirt. He knew he looked unpresentable but the long trip had left no room to change, and he was to tired to care.

Tyga was just ready to sleep after the opening speech. He knew he should stay up and meet his peers but he was just to tired. So when they were led to another place filled with more students he nearly wanted to scream in frustration. Tyga pinched his wrist right on the irritated skin of his new tattoo. The pain jerked him awake, he gently rubbed the red and slightly raised skin. He ignored looking at the 'XV Will' that decorated his wrist. He knew from experience that the cursive letters would be an angry red on his dark skin. Instead Tyga looked at the student body around him.

He notice...something...something he couldn't think of at the moment. The air in this room was heavy with something. The students here looked different...more graceful, pretty, almost predator like.

Tyga eyed one girl with a body to die for. She was too pretty. That Photoshop pretty. That air brush plastic surgery pretty.

Tyga pushed these thoughts aside. He needed sleep. He could ponder if the school gave their students plastic surgery later. He located a blond guy who reminded him of ponyboy. and gave a polite greeting and then asking about where the dorms where located. After getting directions Tyga fond his room and fell onto the nearest bed he came across. His duffel hit him in the shoulder and back, his shoes were still on and he had an alarm set for 5:30 on his phone. Tyga didn't care he just wanted sleep.

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Character Portrait: Tyga FeFe Prince Character Portrait: Korax Murgo

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"Room 119. 119...Where is that? I wish that they could just post directions everywhere. I mean this school does have magic, right? The wondering Lich thought to himself after he was given his room assignment. There were so many students all packed into one place, all trying to find their own way to their own rooms. So he asked around to eventually find it.

Korax walked into the room and immediately claimed the top bunk of a bed. He thought that he would set up shop as soon as possible to install his tongue and stomach graft and smiled excitedly. Unfortunately that smile faded when he turned around to find his roomate. A skinny African looking student. Korax gave him a long, uncomfortable stare before starting his ground rules.

"Alright here's the deal. This bed is mine as well as what's on it. Don't touch it or my things and it's probably best not to even look at it less you cause trouble and goulify yourself. I'll be keeping this appearance all year round but I don't care if you switch yours off. Don't complain about the way I smell or else you'll regret it. Be warned, I don't sleep at night and will often make noise if I'm experimenting. If you have a squeamish stomach then you have best find a new room. Remember that at all times I am superior to you in every single way and we won't have problem." Korax told his new roommate. Then he turned around, pulled some air freshener out of his backpack, and began to spray it around the room.

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Tyga had woken briefly to hear the words from his room mate.

This guy was a piece of work. That was saying something. Tyga lived in a diverse city, with people of creeds and all colors. It was a known fact that so many different people would have a problem with each other. He had hoped that Warren students were above that pettiness but then they couldn't help what they grew up with.

Tyga knew from experience that the best way to deal with people like this is just let them have their way. Even though his pride felt slighted, he knew no talking to his roommate would make the guy more welcoming to him.

It just wouldn't happen.

And Tyga was just to tired to deal with other people's issues.

Now fully awake his mind registered some key words. Ghoul. Appearance. Switch appearance off? What the hell... was this guy on?

Tyga suddenly got the feeling that he had chewed off more than he could swallow here....

He also had the horrible urge to smoke. His pack of Newport were at the bottom of his dufels. Before he left the city he had stocked up on cigarettes and tobacco. He also had a variety of lighters from matches to small torches. Tyga had a addiction and wasn't proud of it. He swore he was trying to quit but he saw what happened when a person went into a with draw and the thought of turning into a shaking vomiting mess kept him smoking a cigarette a least once a week. Along with the horde of tobacco he brought a stash of relief patches. He really was trying.

He had gone three days since his last one. He had thought that he would last another four days but dealing with roomie here had pushed that day up. Tyga unpacked his stuff in the dresser with his name on it, he stored his duffels into the dresser also. He organized his thing so he could find them later. He found his electronic vapor cigarette among his horde. It was a better alternative to the newports, and they would make his breath smell like hazelnut.

Grabbing the small cylinder Tyga grabbed his room key, made sure his side of the room was well organized and walked out the room. He didn't go far just a couple steps from the door. He turned the electronic cigarette on and brought it to his lips. He held it with the easy grace of a well practiced smoker. He rolled the metal tube around his mouth. His tongue liked the metal, and his lungs squeezed ready to to inhale.

Just as he was about to take a puff he noticed the tattoo on his wrist.

Raised, angry, and red. The words mocked him.

Tyga suddenly felt over come with emotion.

Defiantly he took one puff inhaling the smoke and fragrance. As soon as it hit his lungs he felt like a traitor....

God...get a hold of yourself Tyga! He removed the metal stick from his lips and rubbed his hands over his short hair and face.

He didn't turn the electronic cigarette off, instead he let the perfume of hazelnut surrounding him for a moment. When he felt that he could go on he turned off the cigarette and went back in his room.

He would quit tomorrow...

Tyga ignored his roommate and instead sat down on his lower bunk. He took out his phone, put in the ear buds and, played some music.