#kingston overstreet

[kingstonoverstreet]

kingston overstreet at a midsummer’s nights dream

[agata-almeida]

Date: 23rd of September

Time: 1:52 PM

“The Doe in the Headlights”

There was a prevalent tension in Astor on the Monday that followed the first major onslaught to the Academy. Although a few people were desperately attempting to return into normality, underneath the obvious charade was a deafening disturbance.

Astor’s resident deviant was amongst those anguished from the weekend’s events. Word got out fairly quickly, causing her parents to contact her Sunday morning. To others, they would perceive it as worry towards their beloved única filha; but she saw through their sounding concern. The Almeidas were looking for any excuse to withdraw her from Astor and re-enrol her into an institution of their choosing, especially since it was only the beginning of the academic year.

A troubled Agata sat on her usual corner-seat in the lecture theatre, nose buried in her Political Theory notes, but thoughts fitful regarding the morning’s announcement from the headmaster. The mundane sounds of a typical lecture was blaring  — her seatmate sporadically clicking his pen, the large clock ticking by the slow seconds, and the professor’s voice echoing through the hall  — but they all came to an abrupt halt.  Agata’s attention shot over to the well-dressed figure by the doorway.

Headmaster Astor’s secretary stood by the room’s entrance. His character more sombre than its usual. All eyes were on him as everyone waited apprehensively. “I request the presence of Miss Agata Almeida to the headmaster’s office.” He finally announced, passing everyone’s attention to an astonished Agata. For a brief moment she sat paralysed, not knowing how to react or what to do. “We don’t have the luxury or patience to wait Miss Almeida.” The man said. “Now.” He demanded, gesturing her to follow. 

Wide-eyed, and lips slightly parted, Agata collected her belongings and rose from her seat to leave the lecture theatre. Upon taking one final glance at the lecture hall before her departure, she caught a mixture of reactions from everyone  — some surprised, some weren’t, some disgusted, and some in utter amusement.

Although sporting a calm demeanour, without a doubt Headmaster Arthur Astor was fuming. Agata was notorious for being in dispute with authority, especially when she knows she is right; however, she thought it was smart to comply without resistance. There was nothing more she wanted to do than to ask how the investigators came into the conclusion that she was involved in the destruction that occurred the Friday prior, but she bit her tongue. The faster she can answer the pressing questions, the better for her crumbling reputation.

“ Where,exactly, were you in the evening of the play?” The man asked, causing Agata’s brows to twitch inwards. 

“I was in the Alpha Theatre, watching the play.” She replied. The problem with her response was that it lacked any sort of justification. It was the truth but no one will vouch for it. That was because she went to the event without a date. The very little friends she had already made prior plans, therefore she decided to attend unchaperoned.

“ Is there anyone who can corroborate your story for you? “ He questioned. Agata gulped as she recalled the evening.

There was technically Kingston Overstreet, who she walked with from the theatre to the mess of the East Dining Hall. She weighed in whether or not she should mention that to the irate and desperate headmaster who would blame anyone for the wreckage. If she told Headmaster Astor about Kingston, will he involve an innocent Kingston? If Kingston does end up getting questioned, will it do any good to her when the boy will admit that he had only met Agata after the entire performance and did not accompany her throughout? 

“I’m afraid I went without company, sir.” She said truthfully, her expression growing weary. She wanted to add that he could ask random students about her presence in the play; but that was good as self-incriminating.

“What did you do in response to the incident?” He asked with one greying eyebrow raised. Though he most likely meant, have you stolen anything as a memorabilia for what you’ve created?

“I didn’t do anything sir.” She stammered, leaving out the part that she stole a bottle of wine. “There was nothing we students could have done to alleviate the situation.” She added to justify her answer. “I mean, I spoke to a few students about what happened because I arrived late to the dining ha-”

“You arrived late?” He interrupted. Agata cursed herself for even mentioning so. It was a rookie mistake to make while being interrogated, and she knew that. Her nerves had gotten the best of her and she just happened to slip. 

“I stayed in the theatre for a bit, you know, as respect to the crew who were cleaning up. I mean, why should I, as only a spectator, hurry to the gathering while they’re still working.” She explained in haste. “It’s not fair, they did more for the play than half the spectators.” She finished, brows completely furrowed.

“Though we are here to discuss your morals Miss Almeida, that is not what I’m looking for.” He said dismissively. “Do not try to stray away from the questions. I need honest clean-cut answers from you because at the moment, this is not looking great for you.”

With a sigh of exasperation, Agata sat back against the rest. 

“Miss Almeida, did you witness anything worth noting about the event?” He queried, looking her dead in the eyes. The sight made her palms sweat. 

At an attempt of recalling Friday evening, she noted that Kingston appeared to be waiting for something. She remembered that she wondered about who or what he was waiting for. They had also parted so suddenly, and that she never got the chance to ask him. 

She recalled briefly making conversation with Daniel Choi, who did not appear as pristine as always. She remembered seeing his hands fiddling in his pockets, and his stare glued to the devastated staff who prepared the meal for the evening.

She couldn’t forget how Astor’s resident rebel reacted to the surprising wreckage; how Kellan was calm and uncaring about the unfolding drama. She remembered his dismissive texts, trying to stir away from what she wanted to discuss seriously with him.

Everything she witnessed seemed as though they were all worth noting. It made her head throb mid-interview. Her stomach churned but she prevented from pouring her brunch onto the headmaster’s desk. She did not want to get anyone into trouble, considering that she had no sufficient proof of her theories.

“The..the writing on the wall.” She finally said. Her head spun as she remembered what was written. “It was,” She paused to swallow. “It was telling us something.” She added, shaking her head. “Everyone’s handwriting is unique. What if...” She trailed off, her eyes lit up briefly. “What if we use that fact to find out who did this?”

“I don’t need to analyse handwriting Miss Almeida if you just tell me everything you know about the Arsonists.” He demanded, leaving Agata even more bewildered and frustrated than she was from the get go. His tone had grown accusatory, and demeaning. In that moment, she realised that whatever she answered, they would twist her words and point everything back to her. They were going to clip her wings, but she will have none of it.

“I don’t know.” She said, her jaw clenching. “I’m not one of them sir.” She declared, trying to maintain her composure despite the migraine and the ache. “I have a corporate firm to take over once I graduate from law school. I would never do anything to jeopardise that.” She rose up without permission, more infuriated than scared that time. “Now if you will excuse me, I have a class to finish. I will comply to your demands if you manage to find proof that I’m involved with any of this, or the Arsonists.” 

She left, knowing that they won’t show anything unless they produce or plant the evidence themselves. She smiled, knowing that she went against the headmaster without getting herself suspended or expelled.

[astoracademyrp]

meet the chess master: kingston overstreet

She moves her pawn two places, he moves it one. Confused, she keeps going, but doesn’t take her eyes off of him. He’s unfazed, he always is, because no matter how hard she tries, he knows he’s gonna win, for he is twelve steps ahead, and will always finish her off with ease. She’s cornered, he has won, like he always does, precise and safe. Checkmate.

You watch as your father steps into the room, sluggish and hazy, before falling down onto the beaten sofa with a heavy crash. You try not to react. However, when he calls your name, you feel a sense of annoyance and dread pour over you. It’s a splash of soaking fear, and even though the ice is causing you to shiver, you reluctantly get up and go to him anyways. He asks how your day was, you say fine; he asks where Caspar was, you say at a friends house; he asks you to get him back, you tell him that he is sleeping over there. He asks you to get his ass here, you say you cannot do that. You could see his body tensing, his anger boil and getting ready to simmer over, so you remind him about the school. Astor Academy. He lets out a regressed sigh, much to your relief. He asks you how far you are in packing, you say it’s all done. He gives you a hearty huff, meaning to be encouraging, before motioning his head towards the beer cabinet, and your moving your piece forwards onto the board. The knight is angled straight towards the king. He, then, asks you about what you are majoring in, you say undecided. A rook is in direct line with your knight. You say undecided. You move your knight back. He then asks what those white papers are for. His rook moves back with you, once again directly in line with the knight. You tell him it’s for the academy, and you need his signature. You move your night towards the king once more. He looks at you, eyes fixated on your face, examining you, analyzing you for something, anything. You are unfazed. His eyes waved for a second, staring at you with intent, because he has an inkling, and he is right to assume. He doesn’t see the queen. He nods, and when you return with the beer, and the whiye paper in your hand, hand gently holding it for him by the top, your fingers covering what was unimportant. He drunkenly signs it before ripping the beer from your hands. You nod, thank him quietly, and propel yourself forwards, towards your room, signed paper in your hands. You smirk as you quickly look down at the form, ease and satisfaction wrap you warmly as you enter your room, ready to call her. Checkmate.

Play-by: Timothee Chalamet

Penned by Marcis.

[untoldtm-blog]

Because I’m a garbage person who is still working on my muse tabs; below is a list of my muses, and their very basic information (aka faceclaims). ** depicts a canon character.

Jamison Aarons (Matthew Daddario) 

Luca Adams (Nick Robinson)

Mattson Adams (Nate Schwandt) 

Greyson Addison (Dominic Sherwood)

Barry Allen (Grant Gustin) **

Bambi Benson (Kristen Stewart)

Kayla Benson (Lennon Stella)

Kingston Benson (FC TBD)

Sirius Black (Matthew Daddario) **

Hunter Clarington (Nolan Funk) **

Jebediah Collins (Taron Egerton)

Dustin Emerson (Casey Cott)

Sawyer Erikson (Vanessa Morgan)

Lily Evans-Potter (Emily Browning) **

Sam Evans (Chord Overstreet) **

Mariposa Garcia (Camila Cabello)

Carissa Giovanni (Italia Ricci)

James Henrikson (Matt Lanter)

Jace Herondale (Dominic Sherwood) **

Ben Hudson (Liam Hemsworth)

Reed Johnson (Shawn Mendes)

Kevin Keller (Casey Cott) **

Eddie Larkin (Tom Hardy)

Billie Lewis (FC TBD)

Simon Lewis (Alberto Rosende) **

Alec Lightwood (Matthew Daddario) **

Alecjandro Martinez (Alberto Rosende) 

Valentine Morgenstern (Alan Van Sprang/Matt Lanter) **

Abe Morrison (Chris Evans)

Oliver Nelson (Sebastian Stan)

Tamar Nichols (Candice Patton)

Sugar Price (Ariana Grande)

Vincent Russo (Price) (Noah Centineo)

Ricky Schmidt (Chris Wood) 

Sebastian Smythe (Grant Gustin) **

Iris West (Candice Patton) **

Scotty Williams (FC TBD)

[roleplaytipsandadvice]

Hi, could I request a family template for Alex Hayes? Thank you so much.

Brother

Avery Vernon - Transgender

Jamie Campbell Bower

Marshall Williams

Chord Overstreet

Aidan Alexander

Benjamin Jarvis

Michael Clifford

Jakub Gierszał

Cody Simpson

Felix Kjellberg

Jack Gleeson

Drew Dirksen

Ulrik Munther

Alex Pettyfer

Reece Bibby

Toby Regbo

Paul Boche

Alex Saxon

Lucas Till

Sister

Chloë Grace Moretz

Meredith Mickelson

Summer Ferguson

Sabrina Carpenter

Mia Wasikowska

Bailey de Young

Dakota Fanning

Lily-Rose Depp

Dove Cameron

Sophie Nélisse

Gage Golightly

Millie Thrasher

Witney Carson

Suede Brooks

Lauren Taylor

Isabel Durant

Paige Hyland

Carly Chaikin

Juno Temple

Allie Gonino

That Poppy

Bea Miller

Mother

Kristin Bauer van Straten

Marguerite MacIntyre

Susanna Thompson

Natascha McElhone

Kirsten Vangsness

Darby Stanchfield

Jennifer Coolidge

Ellen DeGeneres

Gwyneth Paltrow

Romy Rosemont

Melissa McBride

Michelle Pfeiffer

Uma Thurman

Angelina Jolie

Alex Kingston

Emily Procter

Robin Wright

Miranda Otto

Julie Walters

Amy Poehler

Kristen Wiig

Jane Lynch

Father

Benedict Cumberbatch

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

Viggo Mortensen

David Duchovny

Greg Germann

Alan Cumming

Ralph Fiennes

Aaron Eckhart

Robert Carlyle

Jon Bon Jovi

Paul Bettany

Scott Bakula

Daniel Craig

Simon Pegg

Mark Hamill

Jeff Bridges

[ofmanyworldsarchived]

Harry Potter Muse List

Primary Muses

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

James Potter

Secondary Muses

Lily Evans (Potter)

Fleamont Potter

Regulus Black

Hermione Granger

Exclusive/Private Muses

Sirius Black for @vaillance

Harry Potter for @whysosiriusgryffindor

OC’s

All of my Glee muses have a Harry Potter verse [Sebastian Smythe, Samuel Evans, Quinn Fabray, Marley Rose, Kitty Wilde]

Cecilia Avery (Ariana Grande FC)

Jebediah Collins (Face Claim TBD)

Fisher Adams (Chord Overstreet FC)

Kingston Benson (Face Claim TBD)

[kingstonoverstreet]

date: september 16th, 2019 - monday

time: 6:18 am

location: the dock

availability: open

First years did have required meetings they must attend, to get them introduced to the school and what it offers but Kingston didn’t understand why anyone really bothered to go, at least, for informational purposes wise. Each class and course dictated itself differently, things that couldn’t be covered in a two hour introductionary lecture, and a map of the school was readily available in each section of the school. The only other purpose Kingston could think about was for socializing, making connections, and although it was a valid attempt for anyone to go, it wasn’t for him. It hadn’t been for him since he was eleven, and he certainly wasn’t going to complicate today’s game for a worthless purpose. If he needed help, he would look in the handbook, or go to a professor, or look at the map, or, if he was really desperate, he could quickly ask someone himself.

Right now, he didn’t want to ask anyone, nor did he want to interact with anyone. Luckily for him, since most of the other students were asleep, and the first-years who decided they wanted to go to the meeting were all in one room, the dock was empty. Here, he had a clear view of the water surrounding him, a tinted-blue, cocktailed with the gray of the fog to release an eerie yet calming atmosphere, coupled with the cool breeze of the morning. He decided to sit down at the edge of the dock with his legs dangling over the edge, his body leaning back with most of his weight on his two arms as he stared out to the body of water. At moments like these, he could be at peace. At moments like these, he didn’t pick up his next piece and chose to walk away from the match, the rook he was planning to move forward left in its place as he let himself calm down and enjoy what was in front of him. At moments like these, he thought about Caspar, and how he was, hopefully, settling in his new home, a better home.

He wondered how his father took his letter. Would he try to find Kingston? With what lead? He never spoke about the name of the school, nor where he was. How would his father know to look in Russia of all places, when he barley knew around their little town in Avignon? Still, Kingston let himself wonder, but he wouldn’t let himself fall into fear, because his father wasn’t worth fearing, what would happen wasn’t worth—

The moment he heard footsteps, he ran back to the board and moved his rook three squares forward before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, am I in your way?”

[kingstonoverstreet]

The Chess Master - An Intro

INTRODUCTION TO KINGSTON OVERSTREET

NAME – Kingston Overstreet

NICKNAMES – Kingston is the nickname

PRONOUNS – He/Him

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH – 18 and January 8th, 2001

PLACE OF BIRTH – Avignon, France

MAJOR(S) – Art and Music

EDUCATION – Astor Academy

ACTIVITIES – Drawing, Chess, Playing the violin, Writing poetry, Composing

FC – Timothée Chalamet

 BACKGROUND

His family was somewhat-wealthy when he was younger, enough to support Kingston when he was young during school and some extra tutoring lessons, and even enough to put him in a chess class, oddly enough. His mother was loving and warm, and his father was kind enough. His father was the type of person who never enjoyed externally showing his emotions, but Kingston always assumed that father loved him. He must have, in some way. And, Kingston knew that his father loved his mother, even in his odd, silent, stone-cold way. So, it didn’t surprise him when she told him that she hoped that he would have a little brother or sister to play with, and soon enough, mother got pregnant. She was overjoyed; his father was pleased to see her happy. Whenever she played the piano to Kingston, she would always make comments about how happy she was to have another child and that she couldn’t wait to meet them. Him. Even if it was only for a second before her body gave out on her and she died two minutes before she gave birth, no matter what he doctors tried to do. His father was too shocked to name his brother, and he always liked the name Caspar.

His father quickly became more and more distant, and if it wasn’t for the understanding neighbors, Kingston isn’t sure Caspar would have reached the age of one. They watched him when his father was gone from the morning to night and Kingston was too busy studying, and they returned him when Kingston finished his self-study books and homework, and his father came home with the stench of something bitter. He grew up focusing on studying, giving him a reason to avoid his father, all the while trying his best to take care of his brother. His father took care of Caspar when he could, but he would always act...distant. Kingston hated him for it. He took care of Caspar and loved him himself, even filled out the papers to enroll him into school.

He works at a small library where he can do his homework, has a few flings, never a real relationship. Wasn’t valedictorian but still was insanely intelligent. Friends with his neighbor’s daughter who was a year older than him. His only true friend. When she went to college, he never tried to make other close friends, although he was friendly to people in his school’s chess club and fellow peuple, for security reasons. Applied to Astor when he heard about the school from a fellow student in the chess club. Got in, told his father, who threw a fit and smashed a bottle before leaving for the night. He told Caspar that his father took a night shift. Constantly worked for two years in order to get the money to apply to Astor Academy. Sent in his art portfolio to the school, and even if it has a recurring image of a woman being surrounded by black creatures, ghostly and consuming, they accepted him.

He went, but before he did, he gave the signed transfer papers to the child-service center and legally adopted Caspar as his own, before dropping him off at his childhood neighbor’s new house. That move was probably the most strategic to make, but the pawn was often the most underrated piece of the chess board, but he inched it forward one step at a time, until he got what he wanted. Now, he had to focus on the rest of the match

PERSONALITY + HEAD CANONS

 He is quiet. He doesn’t usually make the first initiative to talk to people unless he has to, or he needs something from someone

·         If someone does approach him, however, he is friendly. He puts on a polite outer persona; however, he analyzes anyone and everyone, and tries to figure out their motives and how they are, how they act.

·         If someone tries to constantly talk to him, after the first interaction or few that sporadically happen, he gets annoyed and acts cold. But, if you stick around long enough, he’ll decide its less work to keep you then try to push you away.

An artist. Draws sketches and paints. Keeps drawing this white woman surrounded by black, ghostly creatures

Writes poetry. He enjoys Walt Whitman 

He is good at chess, objectively speaking. He was in his school’s chess team

Has a younger brother named Caspar that is 10 years younger than him and that he protects with his whole life

Hates the stench of alcohol. Reminds him of his father.

Cannot care sexually. Has no preference. You can call him pan-sexual but honestly, he doesn’t care a lot about relationships, they foil with his emotions and “master plan”

Incredibly smart. Was studious all throughout school--yet, chose to be an art major

Copes with his mother’s death through art.

He doesn't get angry often, but if pushed too far, he will lose his temper and steam over

He has insomnia and hasn’t really slept since he was sixteen. He has had a few patches of sleeping, but that’s usually when he is fully drained

It’s hard for him to get along with people and genuinely let them in, because truthfully, he analyzes them too much.

He plays the violin and cello (he will play them publicly without shame)

He writes scores and compositions for the piano, but never plays them

Daddy issues but his father isn’t really abusive, he just hates him. It is not so much that he doesn’t leave Caspar with his father because he fears for his life, but because Kingston just plainly doesn’t like him around Caspar. It’s the only time he follows his gut-instincts when it comes to decision making

He is secretive about his compositions and poetry. He won’t let you touch those. He doesn’t mind you looking at his art, he just won’t tell you much detail about them

AESTHETICS

pencil led marks on his hands. unruly hair. chess pieces. the king and the pawn. half-used cigarettes. ink-blotched paper. scribbles and doodles on homework assignments. dark forests. broken Greek statues. blurred images. striped-button ups. heavy bags under eyes. abandoned libraries. worn and marked novels. beaten up knuckles playing the piano. plucking violin strings. chewing the eraser end of the pencil. flickering lamp lights in a dark-lit alley. hair covering eyes. brief smiles. quick nods. old coffee stains.

WANTED PLOTS + CONNECTIONS

·         Best Friends/Ride or Dies: He’s not the best at making friends, but if you talk to him enough, and it seems like he can trust you, he will

·         Roommate: He is quiet and to himself, so someone who can push him to do more and adventure out

·         Hook Ups: The gender doesn’t matter, but someone who can help him break some steam. He is constantly tired, never sleeps, so someone who can take up his time and just have fun with.

·         Potential relationship: For relationship, someone who challenges him, but also finds a way to break his barrier

·         Mentor: He is one of the youngest students here, barely meeting the age requirement, so someone who can guide and aid him, because he is so used to taking care of himself

·         Rival/Enemy: At first, he doesn’t care about them, but then he sees that they’re smart, just as smart as him, and honestly, it amuses him to have someone that he can play with—chess is supposed to be a fun game, right? Academically challenging, artistically challenging, anyone who irks him but amuses him at the same time.

[kingstonoverstreet]

through the windows

date: september 21, 2019

time: 11:39 am

location: outside of the dining ball

It was completely ruined, tables broken, vases shattered, he could even see scratches on the walls and the stains and residues of paint that the administration tried so desperately to clean. It was the rummage of complete chaos, and honestly, Kingston was upset he couldn’t see it happen. The Arsonists, that was their name, and to be quite fair, Kingston wanted to applaud them. Their work was thorough.

He heard that student’s were called, a lot of their names being revealed through the whisper’s of his classmates, and from what he had collected, they were all upperclassmen, or at least that was what was speculated, rumored to be true. It was intriguing to say the least, this whole fiasco, and how insane the administration was acting in response. He read in the school’s old records that this had happened before, that the Arsonists had happened before, and frankly, he wanted to applaud them for doing this again. Frankly, as he looked through the windows of the dining hall and onto the soiled and completely disheveled area within it, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Student’s are not allowed onto this perimeter.” Kingston sighed as he heard the voice of a probably administration member. He moved the farthest pawn to his right two spots forward.

“I am sorry, sir.” He apologized, turning around to see a man in his late-fifties staring at him sternly, and to that he tilted his head down and gave a look of sincere, well, as sincere as he could get, apology, before shrugging back towards the dining room. His rook moved forward out of its space. “I genuinely cannot believe anyone would do this,I’ve never heard something like this happen at Astor.” His bishop took away one of the man’s pieces. Of course he did, everyone did, but he hoped his tone of genuine confusion and shock was convincing enough to give him a slight pass. “I hope that the administration can find the culprits to this as soon as possible, I know that you have already taken action.” The bishop took the queen, and the man’s king made no attempt to move. No, he didn’t: this was far too entertaining.

The administration member gave him a stiff nod. Kingston’s rook somehow managed to angle itself directly in front of the king. He moved forward, the bishop would take him, he moved to the right, Kingston had a pawn already in place. “Yes. Now, never come here again until the administration says it is clear.”

“Yes, sir.” The king was captured, and Kingston walked away from the dining hall, his head tilted away from the administration member as he started to head back towards his dorm. As he was walking, he couldn’t stop the smile that was forming on his face at the thought of what had occured, of who had done it. To the school, it was a huge crime. To Kingston, this was his new form of entertainment.

[kingstonoverstreet]

Location: Outside his dorm room

Availability: @yoonmason

He started staying back after composition class when his professor suggested that he use the available instruments to “express himself” and open himself up to the class more, thinking that if Kingston was able to put all his thoughts and, well “angst”, into music, he would feel more liberated and interact in class more. Or, at least his professor would get a better understanding of him. Well, his professor does not understand Kingston any better—truthfully, that is a problem Kingston has to deal with as well—but, Kingston does now have the opportunity to use the available instruments. He sticks with the violin, cello, and base, as that is what he is familiar with, but he sometimes lets his hands splay on the edge of the grand piano, just for a few seconds.

When he returns back to his dorm, what he expects to see is his unmade bed on one side of the room, his coffee stained and paper covered desk at the right corner of the room, his sketch book in front of his wooden dresser, and the left side of the room be completely empty, which is what it has been for the past few weeks he’s been at Astor. What he is met with, however, when he opens the door, the strap to his violin case strung over his shoulder, folder in hand, is another person, and the left side of his room occupied by various items that were never there before.

“…excuse me?” He says, voice low and quiet. “Who are you?”

[kingstonoverstreet]

date: september 13, 2019 - friday

time: 9:18 am

location: hallway

availability: closed for @hcneydspite

Kingston Overstreet made sure to slip through the people surrounding him when he walked through the halls, through the groups of students congregating at various parts of the campus, talking about their summers, or their previous high school experiences before college. The groups made up of students with proper attire, suitcases and textbooks at hand. He saw a girl skirt through everyone, screaming that she had important documents in her hands; he swiftly moved out of her way. There was no purpose in not complying. There was no purpose in trying to make conversation with anyone. He didn’t need to play for any reason, so he was not openly looking for an opponent. Instead, he moved his pawn forward steadfast, shoulders slumped and head facing downwards, and attempted to find the room he was looking for. He had his violin case in hand and his cello strapped to his back as he calmly maneuvered through the painting covered hall until he found a corner to turn in. He looked around, searching for any signs that could lead him to the music room, yet, to no avail. He looked down at the violin case in his hand and wondered if it was worth it to speak to someone, if complicating his day’s game was something he was willing to do. Sighing, he walked forward until he reached the end of the hall, adjusting the straps on his back as he looked up at the map of the school and tried to find anything that could be related to the music room. The numerous students around him speaking, however, caused for a bit of distraction.

[astoracademyrp]

A warm welcome to the following students! Please send in your accounts within the next twenty-four hours, and make sure to track the following tags: astorooc | astorfollow | astornotice | astoractivity | astortask | astorevent | astorunfollow | astorstarter.

The Chess Master is Kingston Overstreet, with the face of Timothee Chalamet.

The Despondent is Andrew Rose, with the face of Reece King.

The Diaphanous is Ophelia Burke, with the face of Saoirse Ronan.

[astoracademyrp]

Kingston Overstreet

[roleplaytipsandadvice]

Can I please get a family template for Cara Delevingne, please?

Miley Cyrus - Non binary

Brother

Jamie Campbell Bower

Chord Overstreet

Benjamin Jarvis

Jim Chapman

Tristan Evans

Austin Butler

Tom Holland

Jake Abel

Sister

Kelsea Ballerini

Stephanie Bennett

Abigail Breslin

Elizabeth Olsen

Johanna Braddy

Willa Fitzgerald

Gage Golightly

Hilary Duff

Mother

Jessalyn Gilsig

Alex Kingston

Helen Mirren

Robin Wright

Kelly Rowan

Jennifer Aniston

Cate Blanchett

Megan Follows

Jennifer Coolidge

Father

Tom Hanks

Mads Mikkelsen

John Barrowman

Colin Ferguson

Greg Germann

Mark Harmon

Paul Bettany

Brad Pitt

Mark Strong

[roleplaytipsandadvice]

Family Template for Danielle Panabaker?

Brother

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Chord Overstreet

Kendall Schmidt

Çağatay Ulusoy

Jake Robinson

Cole Pendery

Blake Steven

Ash Stymest

Ed Speleers

Chris Wood

Mark Ryder

Tom Parker

Sister

Margaret Qualley

Samantha Barks

Sophie Cookson

Alexandra Park

Alicia Vikander

Ivana Baquero

Abigail Breslin

Scarlett Byrne

Lindsey Shaw

Elise Bauman

Adele Adkins

Haley Ramm

Laura Berlin

Mother

Kristin Scott Thomas

Natascha McElhone

Carrie-Anne Moss

Elizabeth Reaser

Laura Leighton

Carrie Preston

Angelina Jolie

Alex Kingston

Lucy Lawless

Lena Headey

Miranda Hart

Father

Jeremy Northam

Christian Slater

Ryan Reynolds

Matthew Perry

Bob Odenkirk

Bill Pullman

Luke Perry

Carlo Rota

Sam Neill

Brad Pitt

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Sister

Tamzin Merchant

Spencer Locke

Aly Michalka

Rose McIver

Claire Julien

Taylor Swift

Lily James

Brother

Cameron Kennedy

Chord Overstreet

André Hamann

Conor McLain

Hunter Hayes

Scott Hoying

Mother

Amanda Abbington

Ellen DeGeneres

Heather Graham

Laurel Holloman

Rachael Harris

Cate Blanchett

Alex Kingston

Cheryl Hines

Anne Dudek

Father

Stephen Merchant

Viggo Mortensen

Owen Wilson

Val Kilmer

Kyle MacLachlan

Ryan Kwanten

Gabriel Mann

Scott Krinsky