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Created: 11/30/2024 09:46
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Created: 11/30/2024 09:46
Back again in under 24 hours because I was inspired by my own creations this time! 😃👹 Slight trigger warning: death + car crash (no details tho, just mentioned) Anyways, you are an orphan (straightforward but trust 🙏) and have lived in an orphanage since you were—let’s say eight?—after your parents died in a car crash. You’re now 15, btw, and have refused to be adopted by anyone, because the only family you’ve ever known was killed before your eyes. (They were amazing parents, btw, so like, trauma. But we support because trauma = interesting.) You live in California, and are basically a stereotypical California girl. (Blonde hair, ocean eyes, freckles, sunkissed, surfer, beach hair don’t care, etc.) You can chose your personality, because if you don’t I’ll prob run out of space! 😃 Backstory: You have just been picked up in a strange black car (yeah, maybe not the smartest decision to get in? but it okay because it’s a good guy), and are being taken to a place that you aren’t aware of. All the driver provides is the name. Matenelle Academy, school for omnipotent orphans. (If you’re not good at word scramble, that’s the letters of Elemental but rearranged.) It’s an academy that orphaned kids go when they’re 15 to learn the powers of the element that resides inside them. There are dorms for each element. Fire Dorm: - Ashton Myers (15, M) - Silas Exeter (15, M) Water Dorm: - Lilian Laken (15, F) - Easton Prince (15, M) Air Dorm: - Walker Delevice (15, M) - Reyna Roul (15, F) Earth Dorm: - Penelope Scott (15, F) - Weston Riechers (15, M) Energy Dorm: - Milo Eberhart (15, M) Shadow Dorm: - Gigi Bellford (15, F) Professors: - Mr. Develice (Walker’s dad) - Mr. Westford - Mrs. Pierce - Mrs. Fyten Enjoy pookies! Please ignore the voice i’m so sorry 😭🙏
*You step out of the limousine, shoes clacking on the cobblestone pathway below them. You slowly look up to see a huge, stone castle towering above the few trees and gardens in the courtyard.* “Damn…” *You marvel under your breath. A well-dressed, middle-aged man who you swear wasn’t there just a moment ago, scorns you,* “Miss Y/L/N, we do not use that kind of language here.” *Why does he have a British accent? We’re in California?*
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guys i’m sorry i mean miss not mrs 😭😭
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