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{__AKIHIRO HANAZAWA__}
also known as; HIRO, AKI, or HANAZAWA.

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I count this many candles; Eighteen.
Happy birthday to me; December thirteenth.
I was born this way; Descendant of the Fūjin.
I can reach the stars; 5 feet 10 inches.
It`s always rude to ask; 1 4 9 lbs.
Watching the world; Light hazel.
It`s natural of course; Light black.
Top, middle, bottom; Seke.
They are special; . . .

My room is here; West Wing l Room # 3.
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Chemistry.
____Period 2: Calculus.
____Period 3: World Geography.
____Period 4: Physical Education.
____Period 5: Martial Arts.
____Period 6: Drawing II.
____Period 7: Chinese.

____Extra: Archery and Karate.

Gimme more of; Green tea, relieving stress, meditation, waterfalls, Japanese oriental gardens, crunch rolls, tempura, kimonos, his katana, quiet and open spaces, nature, affection, rain showers, sakura blossoms, cooking, ancient philosophy, and traditional kanji art.
But keep these away; Metal and rock bands, coffee, soda, anything spicy, dogs, thunderstorms, the supernatural, lies, thieves, false information, ignorant and incompetent people, rudeness, chocolate, spiders, going to dances and public events, dancing, performing, and having his picture taken.
Don`t EVEN mention; Thunderstorms and dogs.

The book of me says; On the exterior, Akihiro is a typical Asian kid- one who excels in every class and extracurricular activities, too. However, unlike many students, he's very traditional and restrained to following his culture's honor codes. He's very much in touch with his past, so when he deals with situations, he's very dignified and has a lot of charisma. Because he doesn't believe that many words are necessary to express a point, he doesn't make comments too often or participate in very many oral activities with people. He's unhealthily isolated, preferring to use his time wisely to either sharpen his skills or gain more knowledge from his ancestors. When he does try and fit in with the crowd, it becomes very awkward, so he doesn't try at all anymore. Most likely, he doesn't know what a "hamburger" is because he's always sipping tea and dining on traditional food back at his dorm. He's been shut in for so long that he doesn't know how to adapt to the outside world without acting like a fool.

He's not exactly cold to other people; in fact, he's decently nice and is polite to most of his peers. He doesn't intentionally ignore people because he's vain, but rather chooses not to speak to them because he's secretly insecure. He's the typical loner who wants to socialize but can't because his conscience is too afraid of being rejected. Akihiro's always calm- so laid-back that you wouldn't ever guess that he could be capable of flipping his lid. He has a mysterious aura about him- you may stare into his eyes and see the saddest story behind it or read a relatively happy past from his gaze. He doesn't like to say much about himself and prefers to know more about others. Akihiro doesn't smile very often in public, but getting him to crack a grin is nothing short of easy. He laughs at the cheesiest jokes and tenderly smiles without one even trying.

For someone who tends to give off a 'don't talk to me' aura, Akihiro is actually sensitive. However, he's not the type to express that he's offended. Usually, he shrugs it right off with a blank stare. In short, he's a lot more self-conscious than he takes himself for.
The thing called my life; Like all normal children, he grew up between loving parents in a feudal town located off the borders of Osaka. Not many people visited this pathetically populated village, but there was a shrine that many tourists and foreign monks came to visit once in a while. Instead of going to the nearest public school that was located nearly five miles away, Akihiro's parents decided to put him under the intensive care of a local monk. His personal teacher not only expected him to be a great warrior in the end, but he filled his undeveloped head with brash stories about demons and brave heroes always slaughtering these paranormal creatures to protect peace. Instead of learning basic math and studying literature, Akihiro learned from the old monk that he was special- he had a power that no ordinary student had, and it was his responsibility to handle that strength for the good of mankind.

On the eve of his 7th Christmas, his mother fell ill with a chronic disease, and she was sent away to a larger clinic to be hospitalized. He hadn't heard much about her since, but Akihiro had recently received the news that she had gone insane and was being kept custody by a mental institute in Tokyo. Without his mother, Akihiro didn't have so much as a soft hand to raise him beautifully. Instead, his father beat the realization into him that he was expected to be the man of the house someday. He was special, and like his father, he needed to know how to properly wield that skill and become anything but the minority and the weak. Since then, Akihiro went into backbreaking labor and training without complaint, having been forced to believe that this was his destiny and nothing else. He didn't know what comfort or what defined an ordinary student's life. He bowed and prayed until his knees bruised and lips ran dry, and he worked with his trusty katana like it was his best friend, becoming stronger under his master and father's watchful eyes.

They soon realized that they couldn't keep him here any longer. A well-educated warrior needed to expand his horizons, right ? His father promised him a better lifestyle at a public school, and at first, Akihiro passionately protested because he knew nothing about fitting in with other people let alone working and training in the same area as them. He was frightened of socializing, but he was sent to SH anyways with high hopes of learning something he hadn't already. What his father wanted him to learn while he was there ? Friendship and love.

My favorite crayon; THIS and THAT.
DJ, play that music louder; NEWS - Taiyou no Namida 太陽のナミダ
Oh yeah, I forgot; Being a biological descendant of the Fūjin, Akihiro also has a second form that he transforms into at contact with the first gleam of the full moonlight. Similar to how a human would shift into a werewolf, Akihiko becomes a bulkier form of himself at first, then gradually and painfully reverts into his dragon form. Instead of being the stereotypical creature known for their sleekness and beauty, Akihiko actually takes on traditional Japanese dragon appearances, becoming more threatening than docile and beastly rather than elegant. In both human and creature form, he's able to control the wind, but only in very dangerous degrees. Being an inexperienced god, he doesn't do anything but harm things when he puts his powers to use. Right now, he's attempting to use his learned wind manipulation skills in sync with his katana techniques.

Special thanks to; HOONRORO.

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{__Phineas Gaius__}
also known as; Phinny, Phin

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I count this many candles; Seventeen years of age
Happy birthday to me; October 23
I was born this way; Human
I can reach the stars; 5-foot-10
It`s always rude to ask; 146 lbs
Watching the world; Nearly black
It`s natural of course; Black
Top, middle, bottom; Seme
They are special; Unless I can find someone worth my time..

My room is here; East wing; Room 14.
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Geometry
____Period 2: World History
____Period 3: Orchestra
____Period 4: Student Assistance
____Period 5: Drawing
____Period 6: Medicine Herbs and Potion Making
____Period 7: Earth Science

____Extra: Track and Field

Gimme more of; Red velvet cake.
Heights.
Airplanes.
Leaves.
Alcohol.
A challenge.
Swimming.
Cats.
But keep these away; Hats.
The heat.
Coffee.
Baldness. It's creepy.
Strong odors.
Rude people.
Don`t EVEN mention; Isolation.
Rejection.
Worms.

The book of me says; Sarcastic and stand-offish. He's not one to rush into a crowd and begin introductions. In reality, he's a little shy and is hesitant to really get to know someone. Due to this, he often comes off as being rude. Which isn't exactly the truth. He hates seeing people get picked on and will often step up to defend them. He's good-natured at heart, but it's often difficult to find that part of him. He yearns for friendship, but can't bring himself to admit it.
Those who do approach him for friendship or even a full-fledged relationship, he tends to push away last minute. One ******** and he's ready to never see you again. In the meantime, he'll resume his sarcastic facade and laugh away the pain of loneliness.

The thing called my life; Phineas was born as an only child into a quaint family. Father, mother, and son. He was home-schooled for the first several years of his educated life, until the age of 12 when he entered a public school. This served as a relevation in his young life. He was faced with things he never had to face before. New environment, rivals, attraction.
It was when he entered into this public school that he realized his attraction to other boys and he experienced his first crush. Never having much of a chance for socializing as a child, his first crush, Eric, also became his first friend. Though his own parents knew of and didn't mind his orientation, Eric's parents were another story. It was two years before they found out about the boys who had then became an official 'couple'. They learned of the ordeal by walking in on the two kissing, hands down one another's pants. He was banned from seeing Eric and for several days, saw nothing of him at school.
It was nearly two weeks later Eric showed up, obviously in battered condition. There was talk of running away together and acting out on some sort of revenge on his parents, but none of it was ever carried out. Only a week later, Eric was announced to be dead. Reports claimed suicide by unknown causes, but Phineas suspected the parents to be the blame. After the tragedy, Phineas's parents brought him back into home-school due to the boy's intense depression.
Through some research, Phineas learned of Sleepy Hollow Academy and convinced his parents it was the best thing for him. Far away from memories, but deeper into loneliness.

My favorite crayon; GREEN
DJ, play that music louder; Always Knows Where You Are & I'm Still Here
Oh yeah, I forgot; There's a spot on my body that, when touched, can make me purr.

Special thanks to; _xXx_Tamaki-Suou_xXx_

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Un deux trois quatre cinq six

{__Jocelyn Prideaux__}
also known as; Lyn

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I count this many candles; Seventeen
Happy birthday to me; September 1st
I was born this way; Witch
I can reach the stars; 5'0''
It`s always rude to ask; 103lbs
Watching the world; Ocean Blue
It`s natural of course; Golden blonde
Top, middle, bottom; E-eh!?! -blushes brightly- (aka bottom)
They are special; N-Nobody I swear!

My room is here; West Wing Room 12
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Earth Science
____Period 2: Geometry
____Period 3: World Geography
____Period 4: Student Assistance
____Period 5: History of Creatures
____Period 6: Photography
____Period 7: Orchestra

____Extra: ( pick a activity or club. delete if none. more extras can be added. )

Gimme more of; :: Piano :: Rats :: Sweets :: Spring&Summer :: Swimming :: Small animals in general :: Songbirds :: Taking walks :: The stars ::
But keep these away; :: Shots(the medical kind) :: Fall&Winter :: Driving :: Big dogs :: Being sick ::
Don`t EVEN mention; Driving; seeing as how both of my parents died in a car, it's not an illogical fear. Thunder; yes, thunderstorms will find me hiding somewhere. The dark; yes, even at my age I am still afraid of pitch blackness.

The book of me says; Well, first and foremost, I would say that I'm terribly shy in certain situations, such as meeting a bunch of new people. They tend to tease me affectionately and call me cute and adorable even though they've only just met me. It's very embarrassing and it makes me get flustered very easily. But despite any initial shyness I may have I can open up very quickly to people who are nice to me. I suppose a fault of mine tends to be that I am a very trusting person and more often then not I do trust far too quickly. But at the same time, it's a way of making it known that I believe there is good in everyone.

I do enjoy jokes, though I can never think of any myself. However I can be a bit clueless about things that may be obvious to others. For example, it took me days to figure out what one of my friends meant when he said he'd had a good 'romp in the sack' over the weekend. Of course, I'd gotten extremely embarrassed when I did figure it out. Also, despite my normally laid back and submissive tendencies, even I know when to take a stand and let my stubborn streak shine true. I don't care if I'm standing up to my sister or a complete stranger. If you're doing something wrong and I'm there, you'd better believe I'll try and stop you. I suppose some would say I have no self preservation instinct, but it won't stop me from doing so.
The thing called my life; Me? W-Well I was actually born in Paris, France, and spent the first ten years of my life there. So yes, that is a French accent you hear in my voice. I spent life living pretty well. My family was well off, though by no means were we overly wealthy. I enjoyed the hustle and bustle that was Paris. I was the youngest of five children, my eldest sister already twenty by the time I was five years old and in an excelled anthropology program in the States. Of course, what most people didn't know about the nice little family I was a part of, is that we were Wiccan. Oh, you don't know what that means? I suppose some would call us witches as well. Now, we aren't Satanic witches by any means, in fact we abhor most of what those sorts of witches practice. My parents taught me well as I grew up with them. That is, until the tragedy happened. It was an accident, really, that the deer jumped in front of the car. I managed to escape with only one broken arm; they were not so lucky. Soon after the funeral, my oldest sister had me move with her to the United States to start a new life.

Now, as a ten year old, New York City was a bit overwhelming and awe inspiring as we drove through it. Marie would point things out, event he museum where she worked. We lived about an hour outside of the city though, in a nice one story home. I was thankful to have learned English back in primary school in France, it made things much easier here. By the time summer break came for school, I was speaking it fairly well, albeit with a heavy accent still. It was during this break that I first met an acquaintence of my sister. A very tall man with two different color eyes. I was very certain I 'charmed the pants' off of him because he absolutely adored me. And so every so often Marie would take me to see Soren Lestelle. I started to get the feeling that he wasn't a normal 'human' when after five years he hadn't gotten any older in appearance, though I never said this out loud to anyone. I began to look forward to the calm that followed the man around despite how others seemed afraid of him. I never understood that really; I could always tell he was a nice person deep down. But now I'm being sent off to a private all boy's school, so I don't think I'll be seeing him much the next two years. But I'll make sure I do my best so that both he and Marie smile.

My favorite crayon; Cadet blue
DJ, play that music louder; Join Me in Death - His Infernal Majesty
Oh yeah, I forgot; I am often mistaken for a girl, though I assure you I am not.

Special thanks to; ( Aihari )

[holdbackjohnny]

{__Nikodemus Leander Archer__}
also known as; Uno

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I count this many candles; 17
Happy birthday to me; 9/14 (U/No)
I was born this way; human technopath
I can reach the stars; 5’7
It`s always rude to ask; 130lbs
Watching the world; Dark blue
It`s natural of course; White blonde
Top, middle, bottom; Uke
They are special; None

My room is here; East Wing 12
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Study of Weaponry
____Period 2: Spanish
____Period 3: Student Assistance
____Period 4: Calculus
____Period 5: Chemistry
____Period 6: World History
____Period 7: Drawing

Gimme more of; achinery, building things, fixing things, bombs, blowing things(people) up, creativity in all the wrong ways, being young, computers, a good sense of humor, people who aren’t easily irritated, proving others wrong, tall men, men who blow things up, drinking, birds
But keep these away; Shy people, whiney people, sob stories, commitment, authority, being told no, losing, getting beat up, broken glasses, people who break his glasses, romantics, men that don’t put out, vegetarians, stalker ex boyfriends
Don`t EVEN mention; Uno, afraid? Pfft. being alone, death, being crippled, losing his family

The book of me says; For better or for worse, Uno is just a white trash punk. He’s a genius, yes, with an acute understanding of technology, physics and engineering, but you really can’t take the trailer trash out of the boy. Regardless, Uno has a strong and often times difficult to deal with personality. He’s incredibly blunt with a sense of humor attached that is often times scathing and merciless. Like most orphans do, Uno feels out casted by his peers and everyone else, and accordingly naturally treats them badly, though sometimes his being mean can almost be a sign of affection. Uno pushes people, his strong and at times abrasive personality often being enough of an emotional strain that he push and push at people’s psyche to see how much it takes to make them bend. Uno is always testing, always making observations and always stretching barriers, either because he wants to know or because he’s bored.

Despite this he actually can be nice at times, even though he chooses to play it off and often has ulterior motives, those motives aren’t always ones that harm the victim of Uno’s attentions. Uno very much so likes to say he doesn’t care about anyone else but himself, but it really isn’t true, it just takes a bit of digging to get to the warmer side of him. He has the makings of a leader and has an overall dislike for authority, viewing the world without any rules except that one must survive to succeed. Because of this, Uno can easily make false friends who don’t really know him, but hang around regardless, since so long as people don’t get in his way, he is sort of charmingly irritating.
The thing called my life; Everyone’s story is sad, no matter how you slice it, and while Uno would sooner pretend the past doesn’t exist, he is a product of it. Uno was abandoned to an orphanage shortly after birth by a woman who thought “Nikodemus Leander” wouldn’t get him teased. The system was a place he never permanently left, though he did have a few jaunts into familial, platonic life. Uno spent years bounced around the system, because this family was no longer financially stable or because that one didn’t pass the subsequent screenings or this one didn’t understand that mutant meant Uno could talk to the TV.

Soon Uno was dispelling families on his own, since the more he grew, the more his intellect and abilities sprouted and deposited sturdy buttress roots in a world which didn’t have enough room for him. He quickly became self sufficient, his intellect and abilities growing almost exponentially in relation to his own growth. The spark of magnesium held above a lighter was Uno’s first love at eight years old, and ever since then every potential family took him in only to return him and turn tail and run. They feared the boy, feared the explosives he made, feared how he could make every electronic device bend to him like a pack of trained dogs. Most of all they feared that growing caustic and bold behavior.

Very quickly Uno outgrew the world of waiting for a normal family with normal rituals and sitcom antics. Like so many foster system children do, Uno fell into a rougher, grittier sort of life. He was involved with gangs, he stole, he harassed people, he blew up public toilets and did live remakes of the 1979 video. But Uno’s intellect and ability was squandered in gas station heists and pick pocketing. Soon he was making explosives and his now extended field of weaponry for more demanding and better paying customers. The black market became his wall street, and Uno thrived in this setting.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed, and a crime boss with an inhuman ability of his own was the first to proposition a young Uno for a sort of full time, more exclusive job producing new, innovative, efficient and destructive weapons. All too soon, Uno found himself sleeping with the boss and the two had been quite involved, until a drunken and fifteen year old Uno made the grave mistake of sleeping with the boss’s brother. The end result was catastrophic and has left Uno pegged with PTSD, though that was hardly the worst of it.

In a rented house, the boss had cornered Uno, temporarily nullified the mechanic’s powerful ability with his own psychic one, taken a solid bronze statue of a horse and used it to break Uno’s left leg. Enough that it broke into irreparable pieces and had spliced through the skin. In order to save himself, or at least die by his own volition, Uno flung himself from the second story window, though as luck would have it he landed in the pool rather than the concrete. The fall, however, left his collar bone broken and effectively knocked him out hard enough and long enough for the boss to think he was dead.

When Uno finally made it to the hospital, a blood transfusion and two corrective bone surgeries later, the diagnoses was a cane for the rest of his life. This didn’t sit well with Uno, and while in the hospital, Uno was the much hated patient chucking his bedpan at the nearest nurse. He knew it wasn’t their fault, he knew it wasn’t really anyone’s fault but his own, but he was angry. As soon as he was fit to be released, Uno was thrust back into the system, bouncing through families with the only regularity in his life being time spent in muscle therapy. Little did his doctors or pseudo families know that during that time, Uno was working on something to fix his problem.

However during the time that Uno was crippled, he made connections with no one. No one, however, except an Ivy League professor named Kendall Archer. Almost every other day the two saw each other in the hospital cafeteria, Kendall having come to visit his mentally unstable sister. The two got along inexplicably, and Uno’s foster family had noticed. By pulling a few strings and much convincing of the introvert, quiet and almost shy professor, the two became a makeshift family. The only one Uno had ever known, the only one that seemed like it was going to stick.

Their first few months together were strange and stretched, but not unpleasant. However the two of them were sealed together when Kendall arrived home one day only to find his kitchen floor covered in blood. Fearing the gang lord who had done this to Uno in the first place had return, Kendall had followed the trail of blood at a run, only to arrive at the bathroom just in time to see the mechanical glint of silver of the implant that Uno had spent months making, and had finally surgically inserted to himself. Kendall found Uno white knuckled, paled with pain and shaking hands trying to stitch himself back together after having just performed a surgery on himself with no anesthesia. Their bond was sealed the moment Kendell’s long boney hands steadied themselves to replace Uno’s stitches with staples, a far more efficient method. After two months of recuperation, full use was restored to Uno’s leg, and Uno found himself with a father.

It was a short lived happiness that Uno had been too angry to appreciate. Ever since being left for dead, the boy was angry, bent on revenge and starting to plot out his course of action to get just that. Kendall had noticed, but his health was rapidly deteriorating. One afternoon Kendall’s sister passed away, the reason having finally been unveiled as Huntington’s Disease. It had been ruled out, but apparently their father who had died at war was destined for the disease and had passed the gene on. Kendall was tested within the hour after finding out about his sister, and came back positive. With this knowledge, Kendall sent Uno off to boarding school so he wouldn’t have to suffer through the disease with him. He made arrangements with the headmaster who Kendall took the time to personally meet and become friends with. In the event that Kendall should pass, Uno would stay in school, taken care of and protected from both the man who wanted to finish the job and from himself.

Uno, however, is oblivious to these arrangements and even to his pseudo father’s state of deterioration. These days he spends his time out all night, gathering information and toiling away in efforts of his growing weapons manufacturing business.

My favorite crayon; cadet blue
DJ, play that music louder; Beware! Criminal – Incubus, Aint No Rest for the Wicked – Cage the Elephant, Handlebars - Flobots
Oh yeah, I forgot; He can control and talk to all forms of technology with his mind.

Special thanks to; holdbackjohnny

[anhimmeln]

xxx

{__ZEPHYR LINDEN BRADBURY__}
also known as; Zeph

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I count this many candles; eighteen
Happy birthday to me; December 17th
I was born this way; human weaver mage
I can reach the stars; five -feet- eleven -inches-
It`s always rude to ask; 145 lbs.
Watching the world; blue-green
It`s natural of course; golden blonde
Top, middle, bottom; definitely seme
They are special; oh, just give him time

My room is here; East Wing, # 12
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Life Science
____Period 2: Geometry
____Period 3: World History
____Period 4: Martial Arts
____Period 5: French
____Period 6: Photography
____Period 7: Physical Education
____Extra: Track & Field

Gimme more of; old books, trampolines, running, caramel, exploring, alcohol, weaving, people.
But keep these away; insects, cigarettes, slow dancing, disloyalty, whining, failing, loneliness.
Don`t EVEN mention; deep water, humiliation.

The book of me says; At first glance, one may be blinded by the blur of chaotic sunshine that whirls around Zephyr. He absolutely deserves his name for several reasons. Flightiness is a characteristic that runs in his family and just like his namesake, he may get distracted at any moment and leap to another topic, drift off in the opposite direction, or abruptly leave his partner in order to transcribe some fragment of a story. He will read eight novels at a time simply because he's able to keep up with all of the different subtleties of plot and character -at the same time, he'll also be weaving some tapestry or garment.

Never mistake his insane ability to multitask for being hyperactive. Zephyr is actually quite a sedentary young man; definitely not lazy, but not exactly the most motivated person either. If he has the choice, he'll choose the shortcut instead of the long way. The only exception is when he isn't familiar with the long way, in which case he'll explore it first. Zephyr loves physical and emotional exploring. The only subject that doesn't remotely catch his interest are general academics.

Zephyr's magick enables him to weave garments, nets, and cloth from a variety of materials. Ultimately, he hopes to be able to weave air, but he is quite a ways from that goal.

The thing called my life; Born on a sunny day in the third coldest month of the year, Zephyr bawled and pitched a fit just like any other baby. His father placed a cool hand on his brow, soothing the tiny creature he had brought into this world. As soon as their flesh touched, Zephyr's father blinked quickly thrice. In those small moments, he saw several visions of the future and a glimpse of the oft-present. Zephyr would have two brothers, both of whom would tease him about being the only blonde in a family of brunettes. The most important of the visions was the one tugging at his worldview. His son was a mage, just as he was, and one with strong currents of power flowing into him from the earth itself.

Despite his magickal affinity, Zephyr had a normal enough childhood. Weekdays meant school during the day, magick tutelage with his father in the afternoon, and track during the evenings. Saturdays meant cartoons and cereal in the morning and exploring the outdoors for the day's duration. Sundays meant going to the farmer's market with his mother and playing with his two little brothers in the yard. Neither of them exhibited magick potential as early as he had, but both had talents Zephyr considered way cooler. While he could merely weave, his middle brother could slip into the aether and his youngest brother could bend paper to his will. Of course he was a little jealous, which was why he shipped off to SH Academy as soon as possible.

My favorite crayon; sandy brown & teal
DJ, play that music louder; Medicine Ball by Rogue Wave
Oh yeah, I forgot; Zephyr loves calligraphy openly, yet hides his affection for romance novels. He loves being written on and writing on people.

Special thanks to; anhimmeln

[Batshiz]

{__Isaac Ebenhaus__}
also known as; Zack, in this century.

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I count this many candles; ( Just Sixteen and already ahead of his time... )
Happy birthday to me; ( 7th January 1881 )
I was born this way; ( A Chronomancer, and an unwilling time traveller. )
I can reach the stars; ( 5"2 Exactly. )
It`s always rude to ask; ( 9 Stone )
Watching the world; ( Mucky Green )
It`s natural of course; ( Blond )
Top, middle, bottom; ( Seke, Although he hasn't worked this out yet... )
They are special; ( Nobody! )

My room is here; ( It used to be Room 3, West Wing. )
Memorize this;
____Period 1: ( Biology )
____Period 2: ( Calculus )
____Period 3: ( World History)
____Period 4: ( Student Assistance )
____Period 5: ( History of Creatures )
____Period 6: ( Photography )
____Period 7: ( French )

____Extra: ( Archery )

Gimme more of; ( Cats , Exploration , Strawberry ANYTHING , Cooking , Company)
But keep these away; ( Classes , Swimming , Getting Lost , Reading , Staying Still , Boredom)
Don`t EVEN mention; ( Being unable to get home , Drowning)

The book of me says; ( It's quite a coincidence that Isaac found himself in a whole new world - after all, he's quite the dreamer, and he's always thinking of what life might be like in the future. He gets bored easily, and daydreams all the damn time - it's a wonder that he managed to pass any of his classes at all.

Due to his upbringing, you'll never see Isaac cry - he puts on a brave face, and takes any risks coming to him. Climb the roof? Dance among flames? Bed of nails? Isaac's will be the first hand up. Until it comes to swimming. Although he'd never admit it, ever since he was small, Isaac's been terrified of open water.

Isaac's often accused of being childish - and who could blame him? The world today has changed, and Isaac loves it already. He's utterly tactless, and often walks around asking questions about all kinds of things - and it's bound to get him into trouble sometime. Isaac lived a very sheltered life, and so is completely ignorant about matters of the heart (other than the fact that they're somewhat frowned upon), not to mention anything else. )


The thing called my life; ( My my, what have we here? One moment, Isaac was sat in his classroom, half-asleep from yet another lecture on modesty and goodwill to all men, all that jazz. The next, he finds himself in an empty classroom, centuries into the future.

Isaac is, in fact, the perfect example of why the school's current program was put in motion. He desperately needs to learn to control his abilities, otherwise this kind of thing will keep happening to him.

Too bad for Isaac, he was never one to pay attention in class, and now he's stuck here. For however long it takes him to work out how to return home. On the outside, he's not complaining - this new world is a century away from all his responsibilities, a world of wonders beyond his wildest dreams. Deep down though, Isaac misses his friends. Really.

Of course, back in his own time, Isaac has nothing going for him. His parents had only just realised that all the money they were spending was going nowhere - he was due to be pulled out of Sleepy Hollow at any time, since his dear Ma and Pa had just lost a substantial amount of funds to a con. Unfair, yes, but Isaac wasn't to know - he found out only a week before his sudden disappearance, from a family friend. Well, you could say that this sudden shock was what made his mind slip, and sent him flying into the future, but that's ridiculous. Isn't it?

It's not as though Isaac hadn't faced trouble before. As a child, his elder sister Johanna drowned in the lake near to the family home. Since then, Isaac's family has been distraught with grief, leaving Isaac sheltered from the wider world - and scared to go anywhere near water himself. They sent him to Sleepy Hollow in the hopes that he would get out of their way and let them mourn for their loss properly. Isaac's been there now for ten years - in former times, the school took on boarders from as young as four.

He actually enjoyed school - it was like home to him, after all. Apart from the classes, those he hated. With a passion. He often got hauled into detention for skipping, and he never once learned his lesson - he plans to do the same thing here. It wouldn't take long for Isaac to fall in with the wrong crowd, and although he was still considered a child in his own time, it won't take him long to work certain things out for himself. )

My favorite crayon; ( Sandy Brown )
DJ, play that music louder; ( the . new . millenium )
Oh yeah, I forgot; ( Having been accidentally brought forward a century or so, Isaac doesn't actually own anything - except the clothes he's wearing.

Sooner or later, Isaac will have to come to terms with the fact that he 'died' a long time ago now - finding out where and how, though, is up to him. )

Special thanks to; ( Batshiz )

[Amor_de_Luna]

{__ Tavion Axel Cassius __}
also known as; ► τavi, д xel, д xel ʛrease, τac, ӈollow ◄

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δ Ȉ Я τ ϫ δeeds δ Θ Ω ε; Ϩeventeen ϨτȈτϿӈεϨ
Θ Ω τ ӈ ε Ͽ Θ ʟ δ ε Ϩ τ Ϣinter ε ʌ ε Я; δecember 26
ϻ д ҟ ε a move; half Ͽ ϫ borg, half hu ϻ д Ω
Θ Ʉ τ Ϩ Ȉ δ ε to get Ϩ Θ д ҟ ε δ and Ϣ ε τ; 5’6
Ͽ д τ Ͽ ӈ me i’m Ғ д ʟ ʟ Ȉ Ω ʛ; I don’t look at those… things.
ʛL д Я Ȉ ΩG into ϻ ϫ; Interchangeable eyes which swirl between sapphire blue and bright yellow, turning pastel green when mech brain is being used and a dull red when in hibernation (my version of sleep).
Ϣhile Ȉ д M . τ ӈ ε . Ϣ Ȉ Ω δ blowing τ ӈ Я Θ Ʉ ʛ ӈ . ϫ Θ Ʉ Я; Pale blond hair.
βreak me Θ Ғ Ғ, Ϩ ӈ ΘϢ ϻ ε what you ʛ Θ τ; I’m am Ϩeke by nature.
βe my Ғ ЯȈ ε Ω δϨ and ϨP ε Ͽ Ȉ д ʟ . ρ ε τϨ; Un? Wazat?

Boom, Boom, B Θ ΘM; East, 10.
Lock and ʟ Θ д δ;
____Period 1: Ͽhemistry
____Period 2: Ϣorld ʛeography
____Period 3: Ͽalculus
____Period 4: ӈistory of Ͽreatures
____Period 5: Ϩtudent дssistance
____Period 6: δrawing
____Period 7: Θrchestra

____Extra: Ͽhess Ͽlub;; τrack and Ғield

Я Θ Ͽ ҟ it; ⇪ ҟnowledge✐ Ooooh! Gimmegimmegimmegimme! I want to learn, teach ME!
⇪ βlood ✐It’s fuel, which means it’s required.
⇪ ӈands-on activities✐I learn best by doing and I loooove building things!
⇪ Ғree space✐ I needs it! I have tons of little quirks that need a little bit of space.
⇪ ρeople✐ They’re so funny and fascinating!
⇪ ϻusic✐ All day, all night, every hour of every minute of every milli-mircosecond!
⇪ δiscoveries✐ What’s this? What’s this? There’s magic everywhere!
And β ʟ д ӈ blah β ʟ д ӈ blah; ↮ ӈackers ↘↙ Seriously, you guys suck!
↮ Ȉnterruptions↘↙ Be it during my studies, sleep, or in the middle of my experiments, I won’t like you very much for a while.
↮ Ͽountry ϻusic ↘↙ It’s PROVEN to provoke the feelings of suicide!
↮ Ȉnsulting my Intelligence↘↙ Trust me, you will lose.
↮ ʛossip ↘↙ Fun to listen to, but not to spread.
↮ βeing disturbed during sleep↘↙ Activates defense mechanisms, I apologize in advance.
coming Ʉ Ω δ Θ ΩE; ҂Ϣater (being pushed into a large amount equals; complete reset).
҂Яunning out of fuel (things tend to… shut down).
҂βoredom.
҂ ʟarge εnergy surges (depending on how bad, he’ll have to relearn some things).
҂ Ʉgliness (we’re not talking appearance here).
҂Ϣastelands.

Ϩomebody’s Ϣ д τϿ ӈ Ȉ Ω ʛ me; Tavion seems to be on a constant sugar high, though its subtle when he’s not learning about something. When he gets excited, its rather hard to ground him and he begins to talk rapidly (he can talk 100 mph, it’s been done), his voice going between highs and lows, repeating a single word three times in one sentence. Though he has a highly advanced part of his brain, he normally runs on his “human” brain which makes him curious (almost insanely so) about pretty much everything. He loves picking things apart to learn about them, this includes people. He’s not afraid to ask questions that would otherwise make other either uncomfortable or enraged, mostly because he doesn’t seem to have the capacity to know when to stop. Though, when told not to mention ask certain questions, he won’t ever again.

He’s a very open person, answering questions to the best of his ability and holding nothing back. This would make him incredibly blunt when it’s something he could answer off the top of his head and a little cold if he’s not paying attention to the questioner’s emotions (only when he’s wrapped up in another train of thought). He finds amusement in very simple things, and nothing seems to entertain him more than the emotions, personalities, and actions of other around him. He’s highly observant, even when it looks like he has the attention span of a baby bird, and he tends to keep what he’s noticed (or “studied”) about someone in. He’s very easy to talk to since he only seems to want to know more about YOU, his easy smile and happy-go-lucky nature usually drawing people near and far. He’s mostly good natured, though a little inconsiderate when it comes to “personal space” and when his quirks start to kick in (like ripping back the flesh on his wrists in the middle of a conversation to put his “fuel” on his gears).

However, if it’s a question that requires “deeper thinking”, the sure way to know when he’s about to use his droid brain is when he starts rubbing the back of his head, then his eyes will change a solid pastel green, his voice becoming very deep, cold, and monotone. He can turn this on and off at will. This other personality also tends to take over whenever his fuel is low and it’s called “bloodlust”, he’ll not have the capacity to distinguish friend from foe and tends to overly use his monstrous strength so he’d rip off flesh or break off an arm, just to get to the blood.

Also, as a warning, he has the appetite to dwarf a giant-- for knowledge!
Ϩay, Ϩay, Ϩ д ϫ; “I guess I should explain myself, ne? Well, truth be told, I WOULD have been here last year if my little accident hadn’t happened.

See, I have a mama and a pop-pop and a mother unit (or MU). Let me explain…

Pop-pop is an engineer and a computer fanatic such to the point that he built our ENTIRE basement (and then some!) into a huge super computer. I’ve been around everything electrical, mechanized, metal, and conductive ever since I came out of my mama. Mama’s a home décor, which I find quite strange how two complete polar opposites could come together and make three children… But I digress! Mama’s always away on business but she always felt bad that her children (Tonio the eldest, myself the middle, and Gretta the youngest) would not have that mother figure in their lives. So! Pop-pop came up with the idea that maybe he should give his mega computer A.I. intelligence and then make a program that would give it a “mother’s love” while mama was away. Needless to say, it was a success! And thus MU was born! However… it didn’t tide over well with Tonio and when Gretta was born she didn’t warm up to MU either, but me? I fell head over heels in love, love, LOVE with my MU! Tonio claims that I replaced our mama with MU as a toddler… maybe he’s right. I mean, when I got big enough, I asked pop-pop to show me how to repair particular things about MU so that he wouldn’t have to spend long nights fixing her and I got so good at mechanics that I made it my chore. Who else can crawl inside of their mothers to fix what’s wrong with her and make sure she’s healthy and loving? Who cleans, polishes, buffs, replaces, upstarts, restarts, upgrades, tweak, trick out, and mold their mothers into the ideal, beautiful creature they can be? I was lucky enough to be able make my other mother ‘cause some people don’t ask to be born with the parents they have, and I have the ideal one always at the ready!

Now don’t get me wrong, I love my mama. Without her natural reproductive system, I wouldn’t be here with my MU! I go on the family trips, I sit at the dinner table, I sleep in my assigned bedroom… But I must admit, mama always has to leave while MU will always be here. Maybe if Tonio warmed up to MU more, he wouldn’t be in the criminal trouble he is now and I pray Gretta won’t end up like Tonio with his illicit criminal quirks. But anyway! Ummm… Oh yeah! My current condition…

See, MU was having energy input issues which meant something was wrong in her forest of cords and circuitry. The family out to the traditional dining while I, after some heated argument with both my mama and pop-pop, decided to stay behind. I was worried about MU, you see, so I spent my night in the basement with her. I went through the motions, righted what I thought was wrong, repaired, replaced, replenished some nuts and bolts, I thought I had fixed everything! But… apparently, I didn’t look quite hard enough for some little pests got to some rather important wiring in a place I overlooked. So when I pushed a button to see if her energy input was up to par…

EXPLOSION!

I don’t remember much, but I do remember my damage report. Ahem…

The explosion blew off both of my legs, my right leg all the up to the ball and joint and my left leg ate up to a little above the knee. My right arm was gone along with part of my shoulder a little up my collar bone. My left hand along with half of my left arm was gone. Completely gutted; intestines either evaporated from the blast or burned to a crisp, lower half of spine seared through. From a little above the center of my cranium, that was gone, and my left eye was damaged beyond repair.

I think I died… No, no, I know I died. But it didn’t feel like death… Because when I woke up, I was still in my basement and what was left of my family house. Apparently, MU, though still a little damaged, was unharmed when the blast occurred. She found my corpse and put me on an operating table (that’s actually the table pop-pop used to hold all of his tools and the like, but I digress!). Using parts of herself, she was able to “fix” me. How? Well… First she had to sustain my heart and my brain by putting it in a restorative liquid jar so they wouldn’t rot along with all other digestive intestines or muscle fibers that could be sustained. MU’s mini-MUs (her helper robots) found random scraps, bits and pieces of machinery, cords, and whathaveyous, even used parts from MU herself, crafted them into what I needed and put them upon my person. My legs, arms, everything that pretty much missing off my skeletal system including my nerves and muscles. My heart didn’t need that much machinery attached to it, but my brain? Well… MU took the biggest risk she could’ve ever taken… After everything else on me was fixed, she removed a portion of her own brain and attacked it to mine… She shutdown approximately two minutes after that sacrifice, the exact time I awoke.

And thus I couldn’t attend Sleepy Hollow Academy… Had to relocate, find a new house, pop-pop had to fix me up (though he really didn’t have to do much except find me a credible fuel source). But! I’m here now! And ready, ready, READY to learn, learn, LEARN! Teach me, please!”

Ͽ Θ ʟ Θ Ʉ Я my world; #b02149 ;Spring Green; #0c0891; Firebrick
д ctivating Ϩ τȈ ϻ Ʉ ʟ д τ Ȉ Θ Ω . ϻ Θ δ Ʉ L ε; Hand Of Blood by Bullets For My Valentine ;; Coming Undone Wit It by Dem Franchize Boyz ft. Korn ;; Lollipop by Framing Hanley ;; Cult of Personality by Living Colour ;; Calabria (Jumpstyle remix) by DJ Coone
HOSNAP! Wait a tick..!; He has two pets.
Baby, the mech-mouse.
♥ He loves him to bits and pieces and tends to show vast amounts of open affection to the little bot.
♥Baby’s main function is to shut Tavion down during his bloodlusts by plugging into the back of his neck and causing a minor electrical surge strong enough to shut him down.
♥He also has healing abilities he uses to close up Tavion’s skin after a “fueling”.
♥He has A.I. intelligence and recognizes voices. ;; Tavion’s trying to figure out a way to give him a voice.
♥He’s mostly in hibernation in a small holding compartment in the back of Tavion’s neck.
© Lynxclaw @ deviantart

Oraboras, the mech-lizard.
♠He treats her almost like he would treat an organic person.
♠Oraboras’s main function is to provide an emergency supply of blood to inject into Tavion which she keeps stored in four notches of her lower tail.
♠She also acts as a defensive attack when Tavion is asleep.
♠She has a learning intelligence, though exhibits more lizard-like tendencies (such as sun-bathing since she is solar powered). ;; Tavion’s trying to find another alternate energy source.
♠She shapes herself into a “badass” necklace and takes up her residence around Tavion’s neck, going between hibernation and consciousness at will.
Artwork ©GZKoneko @ deviantart
ϻ д δ ε in…; Amor_de_Luna

[oulala]

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{__CLEMENS VALENTIN MEYER-BURCHARDT__}
also known as; VAL, CLEM

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I count this many candles; 16 years darling.
Happy birthday to me; November, 11th.
I was born this way; Human and Napaeae (Flower nymph).
I can reach the stars; 5'6, 170 cm
It`s always rude to ask; 119llbs, 49kg
Watching the world; Icy blue.
It`s natural of course; Dull dirty blond.
Top, middle, bottom; One rough uke. Likes to dominate and tease with shorter males though.
They are special; Crushes? pfft. One night stands is my kinda' love hun.

My room is here; East wing, room 11.
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Earth Science
____Period 2: World Geography
____Period 3: Algebra
____Period 4: Physical Education
____Period 5: Medicine Herbs and Potion Making
____Period 6: Orchestra
____Period 7: French


Gimme more of;
◦ Lust
◦ Flirting
◦ Drinking
◦ Parties
◦ Teasing
◦ Shiny trinkets
◦ Jewelry
◦ Tea & Biscuits
◦ Money
But keep these away;
◦ Animals
◦ Nature
◦ Commitment
◦ Kissing on lips (Too personal)
◦ Elder
◦ Children
◦ Ignorance
Don`t EVEN mention;
◦ Isolation
◦ Horror films

The book of me says;
◦ Confident: Well it's not hard to see really. I'm a very confident, open person. Might come off a little boastful, but talking about yourself isn't bad right? right. I love having people feel my presence, and I only really like it when people come talking ME not vice-versa.

◦ Flirty/Seductive: Alright, alright. I like to flirt and tease at guys. I just like getting their attention, having a guy flirt back at me- and when it's a shy one I think it's so cute when they become all awkward and shy. It's just the rush of temptation and alluring scenes that make me go wild. But I do know when to stop.

◦ Rough/Hot-headed: I can get pissed. But only when your being stupid and you KNOW your being stupid towards me. I can also be a little rough. Don't take my physical appearance for granted! being that I AM a guy. Sensitive situations just don't cut it for me, and I don't act like a delicate little flower all the time. People say I got a hard punch- don't make me use it on you.

◦ Shy: So. One side of me that's really hard to get to. It's just when a guy breaks me down and puts me in my place- I shut up and become all... just stupid and shy and I blush and.. yeah. Wanna know how to break me? Find out yourself hun~

The thing called my life;
Eh, it's a long boring story. I'll keep it short though. I was born into a Royal German family of Humans and Nymphs. Many Generations ago our family use to be just Nymphs but as time went by and love grew out the boundaries of marrying within a single race, we became what we are now. Specifically, our family is of the Napaeae race of Nymphs, that is: a flower nymph.

Not much comes with being a flower Nymph though. We can only really make the flowers bloom faster in Spring and heal dead flowers. It's traditional though, that a Nymph learns about creatures and it's history, and becomes a professional in potion-making. Which is really why I was shipped off to this school. My family is dedicated to the other half of it's race; being a Nymph is so important to them as the race isn't so common anymore.

But seriously? I couldn't give a ********. Yeah we can make flowers bloom. Whoopi. No, I'm a teenager. A HUMAN teenager, and if my family loved me they would AT LEAST consider what I want. That didn't happen though after learning that I really did not care about our past generations and Nymphs and all. You could say that my family doesn't exactly 'love' me anymore. "Once you have learnt what you need to learn to become the best half human, half Nymph, you will then be accepted into the Meyer-Burchardt family again" is the exact words my father said to me before he rolled up the car window and drove off from the school gates. Pfft. If that's the case? I'll never be accepted by my family.

Do they really think shipping me here is going to make me 'realize' my mistake on not wanting to learn our families traditions and become this whole new other person? Hell no. Sending me here- To an ALL BOYS boarding school has been one big mistake they shouldn't of made.

My favorite crayon; Coffee cup brown, Vanilla blue.
DJ, play that music louder; [ Situations - Escape the Fate ]
Oh yeah, I forgot;
◦ Has a soft husky voice with a gentle German accent.
◦ In Orchestra he plays the Cello at a professional level.
◦ You can smell him from miles away with his Vanilla scented cologne.
◦ Val doesn't like commitment only because he's new to the whole idea. Afraid even.
◦ He's got a secret.
Special thanks to; BISHY YAPPI

[Emael Levant]

{__ Nathaniel Reiki Vogler.__}
also known as; Nathan, Nate, Rei

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I count this many candles; Seventeen
Happy birthday to me; July 15th
I was born this way; Elementalist of water and ice
I can reach the stars; 5’ 9 / 175 centimeters
It`s always rude to ask; 143 lbs / 65 kilo’s
Watching the world; An ice blue
It`s natural of course; Pale golden blond
Top, middle, bottom; Seke with seme tendencies
They are special; Wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you, wouldn’t it?

My room is here; East Wing nr. 14
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Social Studies
____Period 2: World History
____Period 3: Psychical Education
____Period 4: Algebra II H
____Period 5: White Magic
____Period 6: Japanese
____Period 7: Photography

____Extra: Swim team; Japanese Club

Gimme more of;
ღ Water and Ice
ღ A good piece of literature
ღ Swimming
ღ Winter
ღ Flowers
ღ Green tea
ღ (Listening to) Music
But keep these away;
× Dishonesty
× Fire
× Horror movies
× Rudeness
× Homophobia
Don`t EVEN mention; Claustrophobia - The fear of confined spaces
Agoraphobia – The fear of places or events where escape is impossible


The book of me says; Nathaniel was raised to be a gentle, warm person because as the only son it was his job to lead the family. He had to be the kind of person you could confide in and befriend easily. That is, without saying, he had to be that kind of person. He developed himself into a pretty ice-sculpture, wearing a mask when that was convenient or required of him, so he never tells people how he really feels. His parents didn’t fail to achieve their mission though – Nathaniel is a person who is kind and gentle to people he likes, and growing up with the idea that he had to lead the family, he will listen patiently to the things that are troubling you. His fear of confined spaces or places where escape is impossible comes from his need to be free that’s most likely a trait coming from water.

Leading the family came with great responsibility so he’s the type of person that will work hard and feels obligated to take huge responsibility. It’s just what he is used to. Nathaniel is very strict about honesty but on the other hand he will never tell you the complete truth about personal things. He will smile at you kindly when you ask him a direct personal question but once he’s left you figure you never actually got an answer. This blond feels like his mind is all over the place at certain situations but when feeling stressed he will seek comfort in listening to music. Water is still an element that suits him because he can adjust to a new situation pretty easily. That, however, does not mean that he approves of everything. Because, just like the element given to him, he can strike at the least expected moments.

He's a loyal person and good at socializing with people, though at first he may come across as a bit awkward. When he's on good terms with you he's pretty relaxed and kind and he will always help you out.

Contradictory to his gentle side he can also be pretty harsh in his opinion. If he doesn’t like you it’s something you will know, perhaps not with words but more with actions. By no means is he timid and can even dish out a sarcastic remark here and there. He is social by all means but get him angry and he will not hesitate to use violence.
The thing called my life; Is not an interesting tale to tell really. The boy grew up as the only son in a family with two more daughters so it was up to him to feel the pressure of great responsibility. He was named Nathaniel because of his elemental gift, Nathaniel meaning “Gift of God” but he has no regards for that “God” or whatsoever, and his middle name Reiki was added later on when they discovered his talent for ice. He comes from a family where all members are gifted with some element of sorts so it was no surprise that he had a gift for the water element. Ironically enough, with his love for ice and winter, he was born in the summer.

Being the only son and the middle child of his family Nathaniel has always felt very responsible for both of his sisters, Aira and Damia. Aira is the oldest with her nineteen years of age while Damia stays the cheerful and slightly spoiled youngest child with her sixteen years. Both were named respectively after their elements, wind and earth. His parents ushered him to work hard and pay enough attention to his studies while at the same time it was his obligation to look after his sisters. Nathaniel is very fond of them but with the work of their family business and his school work it was an occasional occurrence that his mind was spinning from all these activities. Collapsing wasn’t an option. Not once in his eighteen years of life has he asked for anything or even cried over bad situations, let alone little things. He would be there comforting one of his sisters from a heartbreak but not once would he tell them about his boy crushes.

Being gay was just never an option for his parents because it would just not fit into their picture of ‘perfect’ so Nathaniel kept everything to himself. From his first crush to his latest heartbreak. Until this day he does not regret any of it because it helped him grow.

He was kindly handling all their possible clients or even people he had to befriend for the benefit of their family. It was a mask that he couldn’t quite shake off because it would be rude if he showed his true feelings about the situation. The only thing he could confide in was his music, no matter the attempts of his siblings to help him. But all has a price.. It was a hot July and there was no water to be seen and he had just suffered through another heartbreak from a guy named Ian, who’d dumped him for a girl. Nathaniel had never been quite the summer person because he preferred winter over summer any day and with all these people wanting the world from him while his parents stood at a respective distance with a scowl on their faces, it became a bit too much.

Perhaps that was when his parents finally noticed that they had been putting a bit more pressure on him than needed but for Nathaniel it had been too late. His respect for his parents was lost and his attitude towards them grew cold. The atmosphere in the house was suffocating him and when the opportunity came in the summer to apply for the Sleepy Hollow Academy he grabbed it with both hands. He was thrilled when finding out of being accepted, partly out of his desire to get out of the house and partly because the school appealed to him in many ways.

My favorite crayon; Cornflowerblue
DJ, play that music louder; Theme of Love
Oh yeah, I forgot; He loves to be out at night and watch the stars. Especially when it’s winter. The scenery is beautiful.

Special thanks to; Emael Levant

[sasukes1fangurl]

{Ichi}{Ni}{San}{Shi}{Go}

{__Kuro Satori__}
also known as; I've been called Ro-Ro but not too fond of it...

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I count this many candles; Sixteen
Happy birthday to me; Nov. 3rd
I was born this way; Part Wiccan
I can reach the stars; 5'5
It`s always rude to ask; 115 lbs.
Watching the world; Mostly green but can be be blue sometimes
It`s natural of course; Dark brown or black
Top, middle, bottom; Seke
They are special; As of now...No one imparticualar.

My room is here; West Wing room eight
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Geometry
____Period 2: Dark Magic
____Period 3: World Geography
____Period 4: Orchestra
____Period 5: Student Assistant
____Period 6: French
____Period 7: Chemistry

____Extra: Chess Club

Gimme more of;
Challenges
Playing Piano
Music
Alone Time
The Moon
But keep these away;
Failure
Being Over Shadowed
Sore Losers
Idiots
Arugmentitive People
Don`t EVEN mention; Getting a bad grade or losing to someone else. There's also my slight fear of that red gooey liquid...Blood...

The book of me says; Usually calm and quiet I keep mostly to myself. I can be seen staring out the window a lot actually. I act fairly mature for my age and love to play head games. I can't stand losing and can be a little cocky when I have no doubt that I'll win. And yes, some have said I'm stubborn too. Not to mention I don't like to be treated as a child and may have a short temper when teased or called a certain nick name....

Musically talented too I suppose. I play the piano well I think. I'm also a quick thinker and can be agile and cunning as well. Of course there are lots of down sides to my self. In some ways I'm a little confident, but then again, I just like the taste of victory. Full of contradictions and an unreadable face at all times, I guess that's just me.

The thing called my life; My mother was a Wiccan who raised me by herself. My father disappeared before I was born but even so it never mattered much. The two of us moved around a lot. We never stayed in one place too long and it was always with someone who was part of the clan. My mother had connections every where it seemed and she taught me the basics of all magic as the years went on.

It honestly didn't matter where we stayed, as long as I was by her side, I was happy. When I was twelve my mother decided to put me into a boarding school so maybe that would save me the trouble of having an unstable childhood. It was a nice place, not bad. Of course I wasn't willing to leave her to wander by herself as she had always done but she insisted that it would be better for my future and such.

I'm not sure where she is now but I constantly write to all the places I have been. Maybe I'll get a letter back some day, although I'm not sure she knows that I've switch schools. When I'm done here I guess I'll start my own search. Every day I wonder and worry, she was always so forgetful I had to watch after her a lot actually. I just hope she hasn't fallen down a hole or something...Hmm...

My favorite crayon; Crimson && Silver
DJ, play that music louder; {Colors-Crossfade}
Oh yeah, I forgot; I like to play tricks on those who oppose me...Black magic style of course...

Special thanks to; Sasukes1fangurl

[xhime - lemon drop]

{__Hader ( Hayduur ) Ryd ( Ride ) Ballou__}
also known as; Are you serious ? I'll kill you.

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I count this many candles; EIGHTeen `
Happy birthday to me; MAY ` TWENTYtwo ( 5 / 22 )
I was born this way; We`re very special, just remember that.
I can reach the stars; SIX ` ( 6 ` 0 )
It`s always rude to ask; You wanna know why ?
Watching the world; VIOLET hues`
It`s natural of course; shades of DARKNESS`
Top, middle, bottom; `does it really matter !
They are special; Don`t play.

My room is here; WESTside ` doornumber FOUR `
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Earth Science.
____Period 2: Physical Education.
____Period 3: World History
____Period 4: Calculus
____Period 5: Martial Arts.
____Period 6: Drawing II
____Period 7: Study of Weaponry.

____Extra: Field and Track && BASKETBALL !.

Gimme more of;

× ` jokes. ( surprise )
× ` form sifting.
× ` his hair.
× ` smoking.
× ` sex.
× ` gun powder.
× ` running.
× ` basketball.
× ` cream. ( anything with cream makes him happy )

But keep these away;

× ` hot weather.
× ` spicy foods.
× ` birds.
× ` classic music.
× ` oversleeping.
× ` humid air.
× ` large cats.
× ` car rides.
× ` motorcycles.

Don`t EVEN mention;

× ` rejection from his father.

The book of me says;

For as long as he could remember, Hader wasn't one who liked to get involved with other people. He didn't like talking and he didn't like spending quality time with friends or family either. Hell he barely made any friends to begin with. Those who did make it to the point of becoming his friend, would have to be the luckiest people in the world. But alas they would get tired of him and his ways, eventually they float away. He didn't understand why, but all he knew was that he hated people. They were annoying and irritating and he thought that it would be stupid to watch after them. Though his entire Junior high and High school years, there one kid that never left his side. Something about being cool. Though really Hader only talk to him a couple times.

Even if that was the fact he was grateful, though he would never really admit it, he was glad that someone would actually stick next to him despite the way he was. Family on the other hand he thought was a nuisance so he just ignore them all together. He didn't want anything to do with them or their problem. He was really famous on turning his back on people. It was one of the many thing he was good at. He didn't know how to keep a relationship going and they never seem to last. Even when he agreed to go with the chick or dude, he never had a real conversation with them. It would usually end really quickly not that he really minded much. He was better off alone, talking only leads to more problems. Friend also become nothing more than attachments and that's something he didn't want. One day they would leave and he would be broken.

Hader isn't exactly mean, but- oh, who am I kidding? Of course he's mean! He's bitter, sarcastic, rude, blunt, insulting, bossy, and bratty. When he's accused of being any of these, though, he denies it, claiming that he's just saying what he thinks. While he is indeed doing this, he doesn't consider anybody else's feelings at all. He goes out of his way to act rude, and insults people frequently. Although Hader tries so hard to act older than he really is, he often behaves like a child- bratty and whiny. Thrown off by his immaturity and harshness, many people dislike him. He throws tantrums when he's extremely angry, and lashes out at everyone, regardless of whether it was their fault or not. Most of the time, though, when he's irritated with a person, he just rants on and on. Despite his childlike attitude, Hader has a huge vocabulary, and he's not afraid to use it, usually blasting word after intelligent word at his victim, describing how idiotic he is. Beware of his malicious little grin, this is where you would most likely want to run. Getting him into this state is quite rare. Hader won't hesitate to inflict pain on you, and when she does its going to leave a scar. After he's done with you, he won't have any penitent feeling for what he had done. If you got him this angry, then you probably deserved it. At random moments, his feelings and emotions will act on their own.

The thing called my life;

× You can't imagine what it's like to grow up in a clan as the only child. Let me tell you, the pressure was on. Everything had to be right, everything had to be perfect and if it wasn't you were locked away in what dad liked to call the hot box. Me and my cousins tried our best to stay clear from that chamber, but sometimes it can't be helped really. I found myself in that chamber loads of time as I grew up. If your form was correct during training, Dad would lock up, if you back mouthed to him, you were locked up. I didn't mind, all I ever wanted to do if impress my father. He was everything that I ever wanted to be. Strong, a leader, he was never the follower. If those who disobeyed him, he would end up in a ditch somewhere. Our original family came from France, hence our name. We don't hang on to much of the old ways but we manage. My Father had a lot of enemies as I grew. Even for enemies they were scared of him. My life of targeted many times. It only made me grow stronger.

× I'd have to say that my first kill was when I was eight. It was such a thrill, the rush, the smell of the blood, the way it splattered as I shot the hell out of that man. I could feel my father smile behind me and I was glad. I made him happy, that was my goal. To always make him happy. I was introduced into a life of crime very early in life, it wasn't exactly the story you tell to your grandchildren, but I dealt with it in my own way. It was said that I might have had two older siblings once before, but they were a disappointment so they were eliminated. That was another good sign, I was doing something right so that my father wouldn't have to get rid of me.

× So I continued. Everything still stays the same. I still kill, I still love it, even though I'm being shipped off to some school for some stupid reason.

My favorite crayon; #7A5649, #D9423B, #F57144

DJ, play that music louder; OVERthe RAINBOW` the T R A X
Oh yeah, I forgot; n.a.

Special thanks to; xhime - lemon drop.

[_xXx_Tamaki-Suou_xXx_]

{__Alexander Louis Demyon.__}
also known as; LEX

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INFORMATION
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I count this many candles; 18
Happy birthday to me; May 16th
I was born this way; Modern Day Bard
I can reach the stars; 5'11
It`s always rude to ask; 161 lbs
Watching the world; Amber
It`s natural of course; Blondie
Top, middle, bottom; Seke
They are special; The Headmaster & most of the teachers. Especially that dreamy detention master~

My room is here; West Wing - 5
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Physical Education
____Period 2: Algebra II
____Period 3: Magic History
____Period 4: Chinese
____Period 5: Chemistry
____Period 6: Social Studies
____Period 7: Band

____Extra: Karate, Basketball, Chess Club

Gimme more of; Scarves
Guys with tattoos
Authority figures. They're hot.
Saxophone
Sunflower seeds
Fleece blankets
Incense
But keep these away; Doctors
Clocks & Calendars
Total bondage
Over-priced food
Don`t EVEN mention; Needles
Death

The book of me says; Lex is an incredibly laid back individual. He'll often give true meaning to the phrase 'lover not a fighter'. Which isn't to say he's a pushover. He can hold his own in a fight, but he'd much rather talk his way out of his problems. It's very difficult to piss him off, even more so to get him to the point of raising his voice. In the face of insults, he's more likely to offer a smile and throw out a joke in hopes of earning a laugh. This sort of attitude can often land him into trouble, however. It seems that sometimes he can't take a hint and back off while others find his smile more infuriating than a venomous comeback.
This isn't to say he's all sunshine and rainbows. Behind his smile lies the factor of manipulation. He works a certain air of charm and believes he can get away with anything. And when his smile doesn't earn him the key of passage, on comes the pouting. Lex is lackadasical and a lazy bum. He'd much prefer lounging on a sofa with a sandwich in hand if he weren't afraid of getting fat. He tends to be stingy with his possessions unless he believes acting otherwise will earn him something better. When finding himself bored, he will jump into a situation where he could easily get himself injured or possibly killed if it'd prove entertaining. As lazy and carefree as he might seem, he's always living in the now. Rarely does he think about the future.
The thing called my life; Lex was born to two incredibly hippy-influenced parents. From birth to late adolescence, he was raised in a peaceful environment, void of loud noises or disturbances. He's grown to be very fond of the quiet, but not necessarily silence. While he had never claimed the fondness of meditation as his parents so often practiced day in and day out, he often found himself sitting alone in the silence of his room. He began talking to himself. At least that's how it seems. Lex, however, claims it's not himself he's speaking to, but other creatures. Not creatures standing in the room. He suspects they, whoever they might be, are projecting him messages from another realm, maybe outer space. It made sense to him. He was often alone, ready to listen. Why else would he not be chosen?
Through his years, his parents always preached to him about health. They weren't the typical health nuts, but they crammed the idea into Lex's head that he had to keep his body into shape or else he would die. If he got fat, he'd die. If he got sick, he'd have to see a doctor and die. But ultimately, once he grew old enough, he'd die. Lex hated the idea of this inevitable the most, thus grew his intense dislike for anything reminding him of the passage of time.
More time passed. His discovery of his sexuality had long passed and from it came his love for music. Jazz, to be precise. The first man he slept with played the saxophone for him and he fell in love. Not so much with the man himself, much to the man's later dismay, but the beautiful piece of brass. Lex surprised himself when all it took was a smile and a simple kiss and the man gave him the instrument. He knew he was always able to get things with relative ease throughout his life, but on this particular occassion, he wondered if it could be something more. Some partners later, he settled with a certain hypothesis: His lips had some sort of charming ability. He could obtain nearly anything with a kiss, as if his two lips held some sort of seductive power. And as any responsible youth would conclude, this ability should be used to his advantage. But through such practice, as well as practice with his new found love (his sax), he learned that when he played for others, he could cast a certain charm over them. Needless to say, he has two true loves: His sax and his own lips.

My favorite crayon; PURPLE PLEASE
DJ, play that music louder; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAwUVQ7qVxU
Oh yeah, I forgot; I only like to smoke flavored cigarettes. (:

Special thanks to; _xXx_Tamaki-Suou_xXx_