♥ In The Name Of The Moon! ♥ Schoolkid RESULTS! PG 57!

[romeo wilco]

Name: Tatiana Yoselin Konstantin

Nicknames: Tate

Age: 17

Birthday: 24 December

Sign: Capricorn

Blood Type: A

Fav. Food: Chicken teriyaki with vegetables and steamed rice; casserole-type food; stews; submarine sandwiches

Hated Food: Stollen, a kind of sweet bread her mother makes; jolly rancher hard candies; spaghetti

School: Meadowview

Hobbies:
Playstation games - Especially two player fight simulators. The Soul Calibur series is her favorite, but she'll play Dead or Alive in a pinch. She also plays RPGs, but only the horror ones - Silent Hill, Haunting Grounds, Fatal Frame, Alone in the Dark.
Anime club - She made it. And then she let someone else be the president so she could be the secretary. Because she's the secretary, she probably gets called on to arbitrate fights a lot (we already watched Trigun three times this semester! no we haven't! yes we have tate what do the minutes say) but mostly she just goes to watch the shows. She likes being around the people, though, otherwise she'd probably just watch at home on the computer. You can find her in Room 201 every Tuesday from the end of class to five PM.
Reading - Game walkthroughs and shoujo manga when she should be doing her homework.
Drawing - Fanart.

Gemstone: Tree agate

Virtues:
Genre Saavy - Tate has read so much shojo manga and played so many RPGs that she can predict plot twists coming, even in real life. This isn't a power- it's simply awareness of her surroundings and a suspicious mind. For instance, if she's in a haunted house and a doorknob rattles, she won't touch it, because she knows that, for one, there's going to be something big and nasty on the other side of the door, and two, that if she does go down with a flashlight, the door will slam closed and lock and her flashlight will abruptly die, no matter how well it was working before.

However, because she reads shoujo manga almost exclusively, she relates everything back to passionate emotion. Notes are never just passes to the principal; they're secret letters between estranged lovers. A shadow in the hallway is a rapist, a murderer, or the estranged lovers meeting. The protagonist will always win as long as he has his One True Love. She's not fussy or girly about this; she approaches the world as if it was a shoujo manga, and she is just a jaded player in it.

This also gives her a tendency to try and box people up, and she has four general categories for it: hero, villain, bystander, and background player. When people step outside this box, she tends to react poorly; this doesn't mean that when a villain is revealed to have a tragic past, she's shocked. She expects this. But when the villain is just being a d**k, well, she's surprised. A little bit.

Dedicated/Methodical - What Tate starts, Tate finishes, and in the proper order as well. This could mean breakfast, or a new RPG, or a book, or her school project (yeah right). She does not stop to pursue the side quests. She does not go out of her way to get to the secret chest in the far corner. If she begins to work on something she will pursue it methodically from Point A to Point B to point C to point Z, skipping no letter of the alphabet in between. Accordingly, if someone messes up her process, she can get quite irate - but she'll put it back together somehow and keep going. The catch is, she's got to start it, and that's the thing (at least at school) she can't quite manage.

Brave - Tate generally tries to avoid sticky situations, but when she gets into one, she'll do her best to get out of it without stopping - no matter how much she may stutter and trip while doing it - no matter how many people she feels she has to hurt to get out - no matter how ridiculously difficult it is. And then once she's out of it she'll pretend it never ever happened.

Flaws:
Shy - Tate doesn't much like to talk, nor spend a lot of time with people face-to-face. She'd sooner talk to you or over the phone or email than look at you in the face, and if she does talk to you in real life, she's not going to make eye contact and she's going to talk very softly and very politely. However, when she's not in your physical presence, her jaded, jealous personality comes to the forefront and she can be almost abrasive.

Jealous - Tate doesn't like being shown up, or people trying to befriend her friends; in fact, you could call her the ultimate possessive bestie, if you ever were unfortunate enough to make friends with her. She's very passive-aggressive about her jealousy - sure, you can skip spending the night with her to go on a date with your boyfriend, but she won't talk to you for a while afterwards, and any overtures at renewing friendship had better include chocolate, lots of hugs, and movies. Good movies, she doesn't want to see The Proposal again. Or The Hangover. That's just not cool, man.

Arrogant/Insecure - Tate believes that she's better than you, despite all evidence to the contrary. She will downplay your victories and lie about her own to make herself look better. This stems from the fact that Tate only really gets attention from her parents when she does something ~amazing~. Like, say she wins a competition of some kind - one at school. They'll be really happy and buy her a new game or something. The more she kicked a** in the intellectual arena, the happier they were.

Unfortunately, since she did very well in middle school, her parents expected more than As, they expect A+s. In high school, she wasn't able to meet that standard because of the heavy course load she took on, so she stopped trying. But in lieu of parental approval, Tate makes up stories about how the higher-performing kids cheat and makes them part of her "personal mythos" - the stuff she writes in her journal. Her insecurities stem from the fact that she knows she's lying and she wishes she wasn't; she's absolutely terrified of someone else finding out how to access her diary file and knowing all the lies she's written down.

Physical Description:

Hair: Chin-length, chestnut-colored, the left side (our left) slightly longer and tied off into a ponytail, as seen here: x.

Eyes: Round, somewhat large for her face. Brownish-green in color, sort of low-saturation that looks really dark.

Face: Heart-shaped with a widow's peak, high cheekbones, normally in a someone preoccupied/puzzled expression.

Body: The type that says I am only skinny because I have a good metabolism. She is all straight lines, gawky.

Fashion: Tate tends to wear long shirts and short shorts with leggings of some kind outside of school; in school, she wears black leggings to hide exposed skin. She always wears white sketchers slip-ons; they're too big and tend to fall off, but they're new, so she keeps wearing them. At home, she normally doesn't change out of her pajamas.

THE STORY ENTRY

It's Halloween -- that dark and eldritch time where everybody is convinced that nobody this year has thought up their radical costume of "iPod."

The news from the police is that if you encounter one of these strange "Negaversers" or "sailor senshi", they are to be considered armed and dangerous, and you should contact a policeman as soon as humanly possible to take them into arrest. You've all been warned that these people cause extensive property damage AND are responsible for the intent to injure a number of Destiny City civilians --

-- so when walking around one night, you find a crumpled-up, prone body in a ridiculous outfit that isn't just a bad Halloween costume. They're injured. Is it a Negaverser, or a Sailor Scout? Is this a trap? What do you do?!

Entry must be at least 200 words. No writing cap. Please don't use any senshi or Negaverse officers from the shop.

Her house wasn't popular on Halloween. It was out-of-the-way, and never gave out good candy. Tate knew this from the soles of her white slip-on Sketchers up to the top of her chestnut-colored head. It was usually her sad fate to eat the boxes of Good & Plenty, the ever-present 100 Grand bars, and plastic packaged Twizzlers Rainbow Twists that her parents tried to hand out to trick-or-treaters. Sometimes there were some Kit-Kats or Skittles left in the dish, but that was rare, and Tate knew better than to count on it.

Now that she was seventeen, she'd decided instead to use her own cash to get decent candy. She was thinking M&Ms, Skittles, maybe some taffy if she wanted to tempt her teeth falling out or something. And a soda, Cherry Coke sounded really good, or maybe that blue flavor of Mountain Dew with the World of Warcraft character on the wrapper. One Stop Shopping was only two or three blocks away from her parents' townhouse, which was easily close enough for her to hurry there and back and (probably) not get harassed by whatever threatening enemies were out there. Unlike previous Halloweens, she surmised there were no serial rapists or crazy people out-of-doors - just those "sailor senshi" and "Negaversers". But she had her cell phone to call the cops if she saw them (not like they'd get there on time but if she did die she at least wanted her murderers to go to jail).

So it was that Tate straightened her winter jacket and glanced down the street; she pulled her hood up to conceal her face just in case. Both parents were next door partying, and if they spotted her, she'd have to go home and hand out the lame candy herself. Not like they would scold me, thought the brunette, since that would require that they care. They said they cared. That was why she was supposed to stay home and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters instead of sleeping over with Zell as planned. It didn't quite seem like caring, she decided as she turned around to set the orange plastic bowl on the steps with a note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take them all, I don't want them!

Then she headed out towards the One Stop. It didn't seem so cold as she remembered it from earlier in the day, which she thought was a good omen. It might mean that she was destined to get down to the store unharmed. This was half true - she made it to the store, at least, but she stopped there to stare at a tiny slip of a girl. The girl sat hunched over on one of the blocks of concrete put into place to stop cars from ramming into the front of the one-stop; she wore a teeny black skirt and white tights and what looked like ballet slippers; she had messy dark hair that was falling all into her face, matted with something purplish and clotted-looking; her wrist was at a funny angle but she had a scarily triumphant smile on her decidedly peaky face.

In short, the girl looked like a senshi.

Tate took out her cell phone and pressed three numbers, but didn't hit the send button just yet. "Hello," she said, unnerved by the viscous fluids clotting in the tiny senshi's hair. "What happened to you?" More importantly, why hadn't anyone done anything about it, because if that was blood, that was not good. And there didn't seem to be any kind of person out looking for her - which didn't always mean anything, maybe she had an invisible protector or something, who knew how some of these senshi did the things they did in some of those viral videos on the internet - but it didn't seem right to leave this girl by herself.

"Ah - um - well - you see," the girl stammered, looking up and answering after a very very long minute, "There was this youma -" She looked around, her eyes wide with panic. Then she shook her head. "I think I broke my wrist," said the tiny senshi to herself, and then she laughed. It was a weak and mewling noise.

Youma, thought Tate. She knew what that meant, it was Japanese and some of her games she'd played enough to actually learn some of the language. The girl had to be in shock, or else Tate had to get out of there. Either way - she hit send on the phone, only to have it knocked out of her hands. The girl, who had been sitting quiescently on the cement barrier, was suddenly standing right in front of her. "Don't," the little teenager panted, "I can handle it." But her wrist was definitely at a bad angle.

"Nine-one-one what is your emergency" said Tate's phone from its spot a foot and a half behind her. Tate backed up three paces, going for her phone as it repeated, "Hello? What is your emergency--" She was bending down to pick it up when the girl suddenly seemed to vanish, and her phone shattered apart inches away from her hands with a garbled squawk.

Tate picked up the pieces of her phone and looked around. The senshi was gone. She sighed and shoved the debris into her pocket and headed into the store - just because she was now down a phone didn't mean she couldn't still get her candy.

[ex o ex Snoof]

I8< -works on an entry- <3

[culicover]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? MAGELLAN COMP!

“Hold it right there!” The abrupt cry drew the attention of the grey-clad Negaverse captain, but he did not seem surprised. Pale lips curled into a smile as he turned his head from the task at hand to see who was interrupting him.

No more than twenty feet away, silhouetted by streetlights, a curvaceous sailor soldier posed dramatically. “I am Sailor Magellan! My power? Powder!” In an all-too-well rehearsed series of movements, she struck another pose and pointed at the man standing before her, “I bet you can wager a guess what I’m gunna turn YOU into!”

The captain snickered, offering a condescending golf clap for Magellan’s showmanship. “You really have it down, don’t you, Magellan? Taking the whole sailor soldier thing very seriously.” His snicker became a laugh – a nasally hum. “I was expecting you.”

“Asbestos.” Magellan glared, clenching her fists. “That grin of yours is tiresome. I'm going to wipe it off your face and put an end to your murder spree."

He snorted, “I’d like to see you try, Magellan. And,” he glanced over his shoulder, “it seems we have a bit of time, so I’ll humor you.” As the captain spoke, his weapon – a heavy iron ball attached to a long, thick rope, manifested in his hands. Giving himself some slack, he began to swing the meteor hammer above his head to gain momentum. He shuffled toward his opponent, the metal orb swinging closer to the sailor soldier’s face with each step the captain took.

Still, Magellan stood defiantly. Eyes narrowed, she raised both hands to the sky, “Magellan…” the dust in the air began to shimmer, “…Particulate…” It gathered in a swirling vortex around her white gloved hands, and when she did not speak further, the magical granules pressed against her, encasing her arms from elbow to fingertip in glowing dust.

With a deep breath, Magellan hunkered down. She seemed foolishly confident, dropping her arms to her stomach, as though preparing to catch a ball. It was at this point, exactly, that Asbestos let a loud grunt and sent the business end of his weapon hurdling toward the young girl’s gut. Her hands in place, she shut her eyes tightly, and shouted “DISPERSION!”

A blinding flash of light enveloped the area, and the iron orb exploded into white particles that shot in every direction. The thick rope exploded, too, like a lit fuse, all the way down to the slack wrapped around Asbestos’s arm. The blast did not seem to affect Sailor Magellan, but it knocked the Negaverse captain off his feet and he scrambled to shield his eyes from the powder that shot into his face.

Both warriors were coated in white, surrounded by a gentle snow of what had once been Asbestos’s meteor hammer. Magellan stepped toward the man who lain prone before her, her lip trembled with excitement as the gravity of the situation settled upon her – the senshi of powder had just single handedly taken out a Negaverse captain, and not just any captain, but one who had bested her time and time again. She wasn't a joke, anymore - she had shown the world that she was everything she knew she could be.

She had some difficulty hiding her joy. “It’s time you admitted defeat.” She said, her voice cracking with giddiness.

Asbestos inhaled deeply, coughing as powder filled his mouth. “Oh…really?” He asked between gasps as he pushed himself up. “Yes,” he cleared his throat, “Yes, I suppose you could finish me. Or…” he turned his head, gesturing over his shoulder. “…you could deal with that.”

Her gaze rose. Through the still falling powder, Magellan could see the bright red of LED lights, numbers counting down. Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven…

She squinted. Something was writhing there on the ground, and her green eyes grew wide with realization. “That’s right,” Asbestos taunted, “That’s right, sweetheart. We can finish this, now – ignore the bomb – and that blast? It won’t kill you and it won’t kill me. But that boy there? Oh, you’ll need all the powder in the world to cover the red mist he’ll leave on your face.”

Asbestos’s words agitated the writhing figure on the ground, who struggled more urgently at the mention of becoming a ‘red mist’.

“Wh—what?”Magellan stuttered, eyes still on the LED screen.

“Take care of me and the killing will stop.” He grinned, “But at what price, Magellan? A single light extinguished? One step toward the darkness? It will save so many people in the process!”

“Shut UP.” She spat, raising her arm to strike him though her gaze lingered on the numbers as they ticked down. Forty-two, forty-one…

Sweat beaded at her brow and a single droplet slid down her cheek, revealing the warm creamy color of her skin below the thin coating of white powder. “Do you even still have time to diffuse that bomb? Ignore the boy. I’m what you want.” Asbestos continued to hiss. He made a grab for her foot but she kicked him away.

Thirty-five, thirty-four…


She tore her gaze from the timer. The smile on Asbestos’ face filled her with anger. “No.” She said firmly. “The negaverse will take no starseeds tonight, Asbestos. Not the boy’s… and not mine.”

Magellan stepped over Asbestos, ignoring him completely as she hurried to the writhing figure in the street.

“Damn.” The captain grunted, rising to a crouched position and disappearing.

The boy was her age, bound and gagged and strapped to what looked to be a pipe bomb. Still struggling fiercely to free himself, he did not notice her approach and jumped in surprise when she placed a hand on him.

She was crouched down in front of him. “Everything is going to be alright.” Though she spoke with confidence, her words were as much a reassurance to the victim as they were to herself, “I’m here to save you.”

The LED countdown continued, and as each second ticked away, the boy grew more panicked – twenty, nineteen, eighteen…

Magellan didn’t have the first clue about how dirty bomb wiring worked. Her brow furrowed, she said, “Brace yourself. I’ve never done this before – I think I can make it so it doesn’t hurt … too much.”

The boy made a noise that might have meant “What?!” but sounded more like “Mmmhph?!”

Ten, nine, eight…

Placing her hands on the device, the sailor soldier again spoke the call phrase for her attack, but this time, the words were calmer – quieter. “Magellan particulate dispersion.” She said, arms surrounded once again by white glowing dust that formed a shell of sorts around the bomb. When the particles settled into place, they exploded in white powder – the bomb with them – nearly harmless, though they left both the sailor soldier and the boy again coated in white.

Sailor Magellan fell back into a seated position and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The young man made a lot of noise that she couldn’t quite interpret, though she was fairly sure he was crying.

“I’m glad you are okay.” She said to him, smiling.

[Natsuko-neko]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Victoria Aurelia

Nicknames: Tori, Toria, Ria, Aura, Lia

Age: 18

Birthday: Jul. 23

Sign: Leo with Cancer tendencies

Blood Type: O-

Fav. Food: Most berries, chocolate, Asian food

Hated Food: Most vegetables, meatloaf

School: Crystal Academy

Hobbies: Drawing, swimming and reading

Gemstone: Peridot

Virtues:

Sensitive -- When one of Victoria's friends, family or even some strangers are hurt or sad she will try to do every thing she can to cheer them up.

Devoted -- Family and friends are Victoria's life, she will drop anything she is doing at the time to rush to you if you are in trouble.

Artistic -- When it comes to dreaming up wild adventures, plans, or just drawings, Victoria is the girl to go too. If given a small amount to plan she can take a few tools and turn it into a master piece.


Flaws:

Prideful -- Victoria takes great joy in both her art and swimming and when some one challenges her at one of these she will not back down even when its clear she is not the victor.

Moody -- Victoria is full of contradictions at times and when it comes to her moods they are the biggest problem. She can be smiling one minute and glaring the next with little reason at times.

Sarcastic -- She has no problem giving sarcastic and snarky coments when she feels they are needed.


Physical Description:

Hair: Long straight, dark strawberry blond hair with dark red streaks

Eyes: Round eyes that are hazel, more green then blue

Face: Oval in shape, her face is smooth except for a small scar bellow her right eye that looks like a cat claw.

Body: 5'5, swimmers build

Fashion: Victoria tends to wear what ever is comfortable at home but when she go's some place she will put on a baby-t, jeans and tennis shoes. To parties she tends to dress up to fit in with the rest of the girls at Crystal's.

THE STORY ENTRY

Young 18 year old Victoria Aurelia was walking back to the school campus from a costume party she had been attending only eight blocks away. She pulled her tight emerald dress down again for the twentieth time that night and scanned the area around her with watchful eyes. You never know what kind of things could happen at 11pm on Halloween night and she knew better then to let her guard down. As her eyes made another pass at a dark alley she froze when she saw a figure on the ground at the mouth of the alleyway.

Victoria quickly looked around to see if any ones else was around before cautiously making her way to the downed person. When she reached the person she noticed it was a handsome guy roughly her age in a sailors outfit. The strawberry blond haired girl knelt down next to the unconscious man and checked him over for injuries, ignoring her thoughts that said to leave the man for the police. “Well you do not seem to be injured more then a few bruises and cuts.” She mussed out loud to the man.

She reached over and brushed his dark blue hair from his face lightly before she started to shake him, trying to wake the male. For a few seconds it didn’t seem like it was working until the blue haired Senshi let out a low moan and started to wake. The first thing Victoria noticed about his eyes was that they were the color of the night and had a light half covered from grogginess. “Are you alright? I found you lying here unconscious.” She asked as he focused on her. He quickly sat up only to sink back down again and hold his head as he was hit by dizziness.

“Don’t move so quickly.” She chided him as she helped him sit up after the dizziness had past. “Who are you?” the Senshi asked with a guarded look on his face. “I am Victoria, and you?” she asked. “My name is not important right now.” He responded then got to his feet. “Thank you for trying to help but I must go now.” He then turned away to start walking. “Wait! Are you sure you are able to walk so soon after being unconscious?” Victoria asked as she too got to her feet.

“I am perfectly fine going home by myself.” The male announced before he almost tripped. Victoria walked over to him and helped him right his self. “Yes I can see that.” She said sarcastically with a smirk. The Senshi looked at her, annoyance clear in his eyes as she started to help him walk in the direction he had headed. “Directions are needed.” She said in a deadpan voice before grinning. “Unless you want to be out on the streets forever on Halloween night.” The male gave her a glare that almost hid the amusement in his eyes. “Just take me to the park and I’ll do the rest from there.”

After a few minutes of walking Victoria got them both to the small park nearby and helped the blue haired teen onto a bench. “I’ll be fine from here on out, I’m simply drained from a youma attack and I almost have enough energy to return home so please leave.” He told her and reached for his communicator. “But I can’t just leave you here! What if another youma attack?” Victoria said with her hands on her hips. “I will be fine thank you, another Senshi shall meet up in a few minutes so please leave.” He repeated the last part in a stronger voice.

Victoria eyed him for a minute before nodding after she looked at her watch. “Fine I’ll go, but only because you said another Senshi would come and I’m going to be late.” With another searching look she turned and started to walk away. When she reached the end of the park she turned slightly to look back at the mysterious Senshi but he was gone.

[LittleLilyKitty]

eek How come I haven't seen this before! *Hopes she manages to do entry/entries in time.*

[iStoleYurVamps]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Solia DeBelle

Nicknames: Belle

Age: 18

Birthday: May 9th

Sign: Taurus

Blood Type: O+

Fav. Food: Gummi Bears

Hated Food: French Toast

School: Crystal

Hobbies:
One's she 'told' to do by her overbearing mother: Singing, (Opera), flute,
dancing
Her real hobbies:
Knitting: Scarfs, socks, and well, any pattern she can get hands on, Solia knits happily. It’s relaxing, and it passes time.
Stalking: Well, not QUITE stalking. Solia tends to develop harmless crushes on guys every so often, so she’ll follow them around, too embarrassed to talk to them. So, as a result, many think she’s a stalker, when really, she’s just shy and embarrassed.
Cleaning: Like knitting it relaxes her, and in some cases she sees it as a challenge.

Gemstone: Emerald

Virtues:

Sophisticated- She knows her manners and is polite, no matter how rude you might be. She doesn't cuss, slurp her noodles, she can waltz with the best of them. Just don't ask her to sew. That's a disaster waiting to happen. Knitting however, she can do that.
Motivated - Solia is going to get things done and done well. Not to mention on time, organized, and make it look very good. She spares no effort in any job she is given, even if it’s one she’s been roped into. Or, on she simply doing for fun.
Ambitious- Solia wants to go places. She wants to see the world. She wants to be noticed. With her flaws, she wants nothing more then to learn to overcome her meekness, and become a strong woman, much like her mother, (but not overbearing).
Helpful- Need someone to turn to? Solia is always willing to help. No matter what your problem, Solia is going to do her best to help you. No matter what you might need help with. You don’t have to be a friend or anyone in particular, just ask and she’ll help.

Flaws:

Blind- In her eyes those who have her loyalty and trust, they can do know wrong, even when the facts are right in front of her. It clearly isn't their fault and they are never in the wrong. EVER.
Meek/Shy- Solia cannot stand up for herself. As a result, she gets walked on constantly. Not to mention she won’t fight back when she’s insulted or anything. She’s the type to just take the blow then run home and cry later. When she does try, she’s quiet and not very forceful, even on some of the most simplest matters, such as if she likes chocolate or not.
Doormat- You can walk all over this girl. She can’t stand up for herself, so as a result, she can’t say no when asked to do something. Not to mention she is so passive that you really CAN rope her into doing ANYTHING, even make her do your homework. Wash your car. Go on a date. She’s not going to say no.


Physical Description:

Hair: http://www.90s411.com/images/terri-hatcher-lois-&-clark-haircut.jpg
A bit longer, but, about the same color

Eyes: light green (or soft green if that makes sense)

Face: She has an oval face and a small mouth, her nose is also small, and gives off the image that her eyes are just a bit too big. Maybe she'll grow into them? She has small diamond earring studs on both ears

Body: Tiny tiny tiny. This girl is the epitome of petite. God, you think she's younger then she is, plus, she's so light. DOES SHE EVEN EAT? But..wait, what? How did she get those boobs? Something is off here.

Fashion: Frill frill and more frills. This girl loves lace. Rumor is, even her under things are lacy! Her casual is also frilly and lacy. Her most casual thing is n over sized scarf and sweater that makes her look like she’s being swallowed by it. Thankfully, she only wears them in winter.

THE STORY ENTRY



Destiny City had recently begun to get colder as fall pressed onto winter. And this late at night, you could see little puffs of breath hang in the air a few seconds while you exhaled. In Solia’s opinion, it’d be even better if it was snowing. Then she could dress in her soft wool sweater and makes snowballs and snowmen and all those other fun wintery delights. But sadly, it was just chilly out, and so, her cute nurse costume, (not slutty, thank god. Just cute).

So, some candy in hand, Solia was happy to be heading home to the Crystal dorms. It was almost dusk! Stories of those sailor senshi had been occurring more often, and she for one, didn’t want to run into one.

To bad she was going to run into the other half. Turning the corner, Solia was greeted by an odd sight. It was boy about her age, laying on a street side bench, with…”Oh my god, is that blood?” Solia whispered to herself trying her best to not make eye contact. He could be some street punk, or worse, a Hillworth boy! “You…” The boy’s voice froze Solia mid step. Oh god, he wasn’t going to attack her was he? Oh god. Turning back to face him, she took more of his looks in. He was dressed in an almost military fashion, and seemed pretty…well, he seemed darn cute. But still it was blo-
“You have any bandages?” he question was an innocent one, not to mention a sensible one. He was bleeding! But…
Blushing Solia ran away, he was kind of cute but…oh! But he asked for…but she didn’t have any.
So running into the nearby FastMart, she grabbed a medical kit and brought it to the register. Odd cashier look aside, she paid for it, and in record time, she was running back.

However, when she got back, the boy was gone. But not his blood. A trail from the bench lead into the alley. The dark alley. Taking a deep breath, Solia walked a few steps in. At least before jumping as she saw the boy limping his way up ahead of her. “Um…” Spinning around, the boy’s bloody visage sent a chill down her spine. “What, you want to die or something?” His voice felt like a bucket of ice, laced with acid. Head down, she scooted slowly up to him, offering the medical kit to him. Looking from the kit to her, he smiled. “…Heh, you’re lucky I’m in such a good mood.” Grabbing the kit, he kept walking. “You don’t need help?” Her question was quiet and almost silent. As the boy turned around to face her one last time before he turned the corner, he gave her a wolfish grin. “Don’t make me kill you sweetheart.”
The grin, combined with the events made goosebumps rise to her skin. Candy bag still in hand, Solia was running back to the dorms. The boy’s bloody face and silent hanging threats ringing in her ears. It was a sad…he was kind of cute too.

[Merurulince]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Liesl Weisstein

Nicknames: Lisey

Age: 17

Birthday: March 17th

Sign: Pisces

Blood Type: B-

Fav. Food: Orange chicken

Hated Food: Hamburgers

School: Meadowview

Hobbies:

Acting -- Liesl isn't exactly an aspiring actress, but she's taken interest in performing in plays, or at least helping set them up. Usually, though, she's got a minor role, but her big day will come??

Treasure hunting -- Destiny City may not exactly have treasure chests lying around waiting to be dug up, and Liesl is no pirate, but she does enjoy the occasional scavenger hunt. Come on, where's your sense of adventure?

Traveling -- A dream at best, to be honest. A lack of funds and a means of transportation stiffle this, but Liesl is always fond of vacations and school trips!

Gemstone: Aquamarine

Virtues: Write up a couple of good personality words and -- if you really want to impress us -- explain on them a little. For example, if you were picking 'generous', 'kind' and 'outgoing', you could write about how your character is generous, kind, and outgoing. Two each, four maximum.

Adventerous -- limited of course by a lack of a means to travel outside of Destiny City usually, Liesl enjoys the call of adventure, and tends to organize scavenger hunts around the city just for the sake of exploring around town, and, uh, maybe doing some shopping while she's at it.

Outgoing -- Liesl is fairly outgoing, though not the life of a party by any means. Although obviously the 'touch of death' with electronics tends to keep people from loaning her their ipods or whatever, she's still fairly capable of making friends.

we're in this together! -- Although Liesl certainly dislikes being leader or being in a leadership position, she values the power of teamwork, and will work together with others towards a cause...within reason, anyways.

Flaws:

Murphy's law -- What can go wrong will go wrong for Liesl. Planning to go shopping? Say hello to a sudden rainstorm.

Not good with electronic devices -- Don't trust Liesl to come back with your Gigapet alive, or your DS without any dents in it. Just...don't. Although it's joked by her friends that she has the 'touch of death', things don't just automatically die when she touches them. Rather, it's more of a 'sorry the headphones got caught in the door a few times and I dropped the cd player a few times and now it won't work' sort of deal. She has a cellphone herself, although it's fairly beat up by this point, the battery cover taped on.

Not a team leader -- Liesl doesn't really like leadership positions; having the decisions all fall on you to make never goes well. Instead, she prefers to sit back on the sidelines usually and let someone else handle it. Of course, if worse comes to worse, and Liesl really is the person best suited for the job, she'll take control.

So as long as it doesn't involve working with electronics.

Physical Description:

Hair: Blonde, mid back length. It's mostly left down save for a few braids (ref)

Eyes: Green

Face: Heart shaped, usually with a cheerful or determined expression

Body: stands at about 5'4", average build. Her right ear is triple pierced, two cartridge piercings, one earlobe. Her left ear is just double pierced.

Fashion: Varies. She likes things that are easy to move around in, but aren't restricting.

THE STORY ENTRY

In retrospect, perhaps going as Siesta 00 this year wasn't a good idea. Perhaps if the skirt had been more complete, like, covered the front complete, but it had seemed like a awesome idea at the time, to be ~daring~, in a way, without dressing as one of those...whatsits. The things they talked about on television with short skirts. Liesl hadn't really been paying attention much, or, rather, had forgotten what the media was calling them, just that they were dangerous.

Of course, plenty of things were dangerous; she'd be more worried if it was giant robots that had come to Destiny City. Then again, hadn't there been mention of people being hurt, as well as there being property damage?

Although perhaps the media had a tendency to over dramatize things, Liesl couldn't help but wonder a bit. As she walked down the street, armed with a bag of candy (fff to anyone who said 17 was too old for trick or treating), the teen was a little more than a bit surprised to see someone on the ground, certainly looking like they'd seen better days. But what was with that outfit...short skirt, frills, lace...and a sailor collar?

Uhh…

It couldn't be one of those 'sailor senshi', could it? Figuring it was simply someone doing a bad impersonation of one (lace and frills seemed impractical for someone who was capable of causing destruction- wouldn't it get caught on something?), Liesl decided to be a Good Samaritan and help out, going over to kneel by the girl.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, figuring maybe this girl had had one too many drinks or something and gotten into a fight. Despite it being common sense that she shouldn’t touch this girl, Liesl couldn’t help but shake the other’s shoulder a bit, to rouse her a little. “You should probably have someone drive you home, instead of walking around like that- a car could run you over, you know.”

“Uu…” slowly, the other girl sat up, staring at Liesl bewilderedly, “You…ah…I…I should go.”

The short-skirted girl began to stand, despite her injuries, and started to limp away. Not entirely sure what had just occurred, or if that girl had really been some confused drunk, Liesl simply remained where she kneeled, staring after the girl at first as she made her exit.

Well, this had been somewhat interesting, to say the least.

[Shiningamisgirl]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Link to Quest

Name: Shin Aarons

Age: 15

Birthday: March 9th

Sign: Pisces

Blood Type: O+

Fav. Food: Pizza, brownies, anything he can fit in his mouth. Shin love love loves to eat, eat everything and anything, and he's always willing to try new foods. He has a sweet tooth though, and adores most meats. Steaks, burgers, bratwurst.
Hated Food: Any meat served raw, shin wont touch sushi, always gets anything he eats well done or charred.

School: Meadowview

Hobbies: Bird watching, swimming, climbing trees, fishing. Shin likes being in the outdoors, unless hes eating or sleeping he normally doesn't like being inside.

Gemstone: Opal

Virtues: Empathetic, Sweet Natured, Oblivious, A Guard dog,

He's a joker, Bubbly, a bit selfless sometimes -so long as he doesn't have to share his food-. Tenacious.

Oblivious: With shin unless your being totally blunt he sometimes doesn't get it, will often miss the big picture on things. Often is oblivious to dangers or others feelings.

Sweet Natured: Hes got a tough skin and loves joke around make snarky little comments, it takes a lot to tick him off. The guy almost has no temper and easily forgives others if they've offended him. He often doesn't even notice, and he's learned to get over other people picking on him for his height and his attitude.

Guard Dog: What does tick him off is when he spies people messing with others. He figures he can take care of and handle himself if any trouble comes along, shin likes to play guard dog and stick up for others. He's eager to run to the rescue and dive in head first without thinking it over. Not always the brightest move, but very sweet.

Empathetic: He is a caring guy and he loves animals, loves being in a social setting and hanging out with others. He can be very comforting and is very attentive to how other people are feeling.

Shin is 'Not' courageous and brave even if he might 'look' it, running into a situation without considering the consequences is rash and stupid. And of course the guy feels fear, he just often doesn't act on that feeling so concerned for others that he sometimes forgets to think about himself.

Flaws: Challenged, Lazy, Ignorant/Sarcastic, a Glutton.
Definitely a poor listener...

Sarcastic/Ignorant: He's sarcastic, snide, borderline rude, and is always off doing things on his own, his own way. He doesn't like being bossed around or told what to do. His mouth gets him into trouble with the things he says, 'its like there's no filter there!' Sometimes the poor guy just doesn't know when to shut up. Shin doesn't listen well, often refuses to take what may be 'good' advice. The boy seems to have a knack for trouble, both causing it and getting into it.

Challenged: Shin is very adventurous and has a wild spirit, and even though he loves to relax and lounge around -what he does best during school- He also adores getting out and exploring. Climbing trees or swimming or finding neat new places. Shin enjoys challenging himself, not necessarily being challenged by others, but presenting himself with a problem and forcing himself to meet up to his own standards.
This can often lead to him being reckless or making rather stupid decisions just to satisfy his own urges.

Lazy: Unless its something he's personally interested in he wont bother with it, is very lazy when it comes to his school and home life, doesn't enjoy doing 'honest' work. He'd rather find an easy way out in life then bother to sit through classes.

Glutton: Shin is also a glutton when it comes to food, though the boy is pretty much starving half the time, he has a quick metabolism and never seems to gain weight despite how he eats. If hes not outdoors exploring or inside taking a nap then chances are you'll find him raiding someones kitchen.

Physical Description:


Hair: He's a blondie! Dirty short blond hair (mixes of browns and gold) Messy fluffy ruffled blond hair with bangs that hang down into his eyes a bit.

Eyes: Bright expression filled golden eyes, maybe with a snarky or bored lazy look.

Face: Not really angled, he has that boyish look to his face, really just very normal features. Either slightly smiling or with a bit of that lazy frown look on his face.

Body: Hes a shortie! Shin is short for a boy maybe only 5'5, and while it may be cute he often wishes he were taller. Small, slim.

Fashion: Shin is always wearing green, always wearing long sleeved shirts or green tank tops and jeans. He doesn't have much style. The boy is often wearing a hoodie or a sweater, not just because he gets cold easily, but also because he likes having that layer of protection and a hood to hide his face under.

THE STORY ENTRY

"Demon..hunting..Ro you sureee you've got your head on straight?"
"Straighter then yours my small blond friend."
"Ha ha ha..your really funny ro, a real smart a** you know that"
"So I've been told" roan shook his head softly giving shin a small playful shove "I'm headed back, I have a mile's worth of homework to do tonight."
"Euch..you bother with that crap? Whatever, you have fun at gay central kay"
"Oh you know I will.." roan winked giving shin such a look that he felt compelled to shiver, sometimes he forgot his friend was actually into all that..that..eeeeek...that stuff!
"There's something soo wrong with you!" shin huffed squeakily, giving roan an off wave as he left in the opposite direction. Soles of his shoes scraping off against the concrete as he lazily made his way home. Honestly he'd begun to hate going out at night, at least alone. What with all those reports on those senshi chicks and the-the nega dudes. Seriously what was up with all that? More fear propaganda he was sure of it, the government just trying to screw with them so they'd pour more founding into the military and weapons and of course the police force. Not that police were bad, no not necisarily and
*Grooaann*
Shin nearly jumped out of his shoes, a long groan coming from down an alleyway "J-jesus christ..Its just a hobo..just some damn kid or or a dog.."
*Ooohhhh...*
The noise came again and he nearly turned tail to run back and get roan. Something about the voice sounded more pained and less monstery drunk.."H-hello..Hey is anyone down there?" taking a deep breath as he got up the courage to peek down the alley, surprised to find a girl there. She looked pretty dazed sitting there propped up against the wall, nursing an ankle that was way far too twisted around to be right. "Yeouch..hey you okay? Yo, girl, lady? You conscious.." quickly forgetting his earlier fear, seeing it was only a girl he ran over to her. Reaching out to gently shake her before his hand was smacked away.
"Gah! Do not touch me..filthy..ow..filthy runt"
"Oh cool your alive! Haha, wow..you scared me ya know, groaning like that. s**t though what happened to you? You look..em..Well you look great, but also ya know pretty bad annnddd..." he gave a deep shrug, catching the girls glare. Well someone was being crabby.
"No..no I am not alright, honestly do I look alright? Are you stupid or something" she hissed painfully, and shin just had to laugh. "No, and yes, do you want help or should I just leave you here. There's no way you can walk on that, I could take you to the hospital if you'd like its not too far off" he asked eagerly, a big smile on the blonds face.
The senshi thoroughly weirded out by the small young looking boy shook her head fiercely. "No, no hospitals, I cant go there.."
"Oh..well then how about my place? You, me, a bottle of iodine, a splint by the fireside" shin purred as he ran his eyes over her, giving her what he thought was a sexy smirk.
The senshi only yelped, shaking her head even harder "No no! The hospital sounds wonderful actually, how about you take me there" she realized she needed medical attention, and police or no police she'd rather be in professional care then in the hands of this..this creepy little thing!
Shins face went from beaming excited grin to slumped frown in nothing flat, letting out a deep sigh as he knelt a bit closer to her to help her up. "Your a cruel lady you know that..cruel cruel cruel...and your heavy too.." the blond boy huffed as he helped her up, taking most of her weight. He wanted to roll his eyes, she was at least a foot taller then him, a god-damned-foot...
"Excuse me are you calling me fat!"
"No! Shesh, heavy, not fat, there's a difference isn't there? What the heck are you dressed as anyways..really that's some crappy costume, senshi and all that stuff you don't really believe those lies do you"
"And now your saying I'm badly dressed!!" maybe it'd be better to die in the alley.
"Your not badly dressed! The dress fits you really well and all..I mean..really well..Its just a bad Idea for a costume is all. Dear god why are all you women soo..so temperamental and stuff? I can compliment you, I can diss you I'll get the same reaction either way" note to self..no more rescuing grumpy damsels in distress.
"Gaah your insufferable! I hope this hospital is close by" she groaned, she didn't know how much of this she could take, hopefully they'd get their quick..maybe she'd pass out before then just so she wouldn't have to listen to this boy talk.
"Yeah yeah we'll be there soon, don't get your panties in a bunch" griping and chatting the whole way, the two of them leaving each other with a headache by the time they'd finally reached their destination.

[xo -- k a i r i]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Here's the form. Fill out all sections.

Name: Isolde Evadne Tyler
xxxxxPron. I-zol-dee Evv-ad-nee Tai-lar

xxxxxIsolde: In Arthurian legend she was an Irish princess betrothed to King Mark of Cornwall. She became the lover of his knight Tristan, which led to their tragic deaths. Isolde was given this name, as it was a reminder of her father’s sister, Isolde’s aunt, who had died of cancer a few years earlier.
xxxxxEvadne: From Greek Ευαδνη (Euadne), which is of unknown meaning, though the first element is derived from Greek ευ "good". In Greek legend Evadne was the wife of Capaneus. After Capaneus was killed by a lightning bolt sent from Zeus she committed suicide by throwing herself onto his burning body. Izzy doesn’t know exactly why she has this as a middle name – just a name her parents fancied at the time.

Nicknames: Izzy, Iz. Rarely do you hear her referred to by her full name.

Age: Seventeen

Birthday: July 17th

Sign: Cancer

Blood Type: A+

Fav. Food: Anything and everything sugar-y. Kiwi Juice (even though, technically, it’s a drink)

Hated Food: Most vegetables. Custard.

School: Meadowview

Hobbies:

Skateboarding – More commonly known as a boys sport, I wouldn’t try telling Izzy that. Whilst not good enough to be classed as a ‘professional’, it’s a hobby she enjoys she partakes in regularly. She owns a custom-made skateboard specifically made to her requirements (height, weight, etc) that was her sweet sixteen gift – most girls might hope for jewellery, or a car, but Iz was absolutely thrilled with her skateboard. If she’s not at home, I’d recommend checking the skatepark on her estate, where she’ll often be found performing tricks for the younger kids or partaking in competitions with other teenagers.

Track – Or, more specifically, hurdles. Izzy is a runner, having founded and now helping to run Meadowview’s Track club after school on Tuesdays. Again, not the best, but she’s pretty decent, able to hold her own against others her own age. Whilst Izzy encourages all types of running at her club – long-distance, sprint, etc – her own ‘specialty’, as she likes to call it, is hurdles. Long legs give her an advantage at jumping over the hurdles whilst running, and she’s represented the school a few times in competitions against Crystal Academy and Hillworth.

Doctor Who – Ever heard of the TV show, ‘Doctor Who’? You clearly haven’t run into Izzy, if that’s the case. She’s an avid fan, absolutely adoring the show, and she’s made a hobby out of collecting every single piece of memorabilia you could possibly imagine. She’s got practically every toy that’s been made, autographs from the shows biggest stars, and every episode from every series on DVD (most of them being illegal downloads). She doesn’t make this hobby too well known, since she doesn’t particularly want to be known as a freak, but it’s a known fact in the school that you mention the show around Izzy and she’ll instantly join in on the conversation. Even if she doesn’t know you.

Gemstone: Ruby

Virtues:

Outgoing – It’s true – you’ll be hard pushed to find someone more outgoing that Izzy. If she doesn’t have anything to do, she’ll find something to do, taking matters into her own hands and choosing something sensible to do. If she finishes an exercise in class, she’ll move on to another one, whether or not the teacher has asked it of her. She’s a friendly, sociable girl who goes out planning to have a good time and make new friends. If you can get past her flaws she’s an optimistic girl, who always looks for the silver lining.

Independent – Iz can look after herself. She can cook, clean, wash, you name it she can probably do it. Having a large family she has to look after herself a large amount of the time, sometimes even her younger siblings too, and she’s learnt some great time-management, making her punctual and organized. She’s loud, and if Izzy wants you to hear her you’ll hear her. Some might say bossy, but Izzy only tends to take charge when no-one else does, and she has a very loud, very shrill whistle to do this with.

Energetic – Izzy always seems to have boundless amounts of energy, never stopping in the day. She’ll be up at the crack of dawn, getting herself ready and going for a quick run before school, and whizzing through the school day as if it were nothing. Then there’s all the after-school sports clubs she takes part in, yet she still has plenty of energy for them, and enough to run home again at the end of the day.

Flaws:

Crude – Yes…Izzy has a bit of a pottymouth. The main reason she has trouble being taken seriously is because of the sheer volume of rude words tumbling out of her mouth, as if they were a part of everyday speech. And for Izzy, they are. She sees nothing wrong with them, and won’t hesitate to slap anyone who makes a comment on her choice of words. Most have learnt not to take offence with her language – it’s just the way Iz expresses herself. However, she’s on her third warning about the language she uses to teachers, so is trying to tone it down just a little.

Selfish – Izzy has the bad habit of tending to think of herself before others, making sure she’s set before checking on anyone else. She can come across as uncaring, only interested if you’re talking about what she likes talking about, and will often only agree to help you out if there’s something in it for her.

Short Attention-Span -- …Sorry, what were you saying? It’s true, Izzy has a phenomenally tiny attention span, and if you’re not talking about something that interests her she’ll either force a change of topic or just completely zone out, only realizing she was daydreaming when he nudge her to remind her you have to leave for class. She finds class difficult, struggling to concentrate if it’s a class where the teacher merely stands at the front, talking. She’ll quite fall asleep. She’s found a solution to this somewhat, forcing herself to make notes, keeping herself busy and focused. It doesn’t always work, though.

Physical Description:

Hair: Izzy’s hair is naturally black. Naturally – but there’s nothing natural about the colours in the girl’s hair at the moment. Her hair’s short and layered, some layers spiked out a little while some are straighter. The only part of her hair that stays constant is her thick, thick fringe, a side-parting far to the left meaning she has a large amount of hair swept over her forehead, and that’s always straight. As for the colours…well. Most often the ends of any spikes are tipped with an electric blue, and there are other streaks of blue in her hair, these in varying shades. Her fringe also has thin streaks of colour. (Lizzy, you can have fun with her exact hairstyle ;3)

Eyes: Izzy has deep blue eyes, almost the colour of the sea.

Face: A round face, with a small chin and nose, and thin pink lips.

Body: Izzy, due to all her exercise, is a slim, healthy girl, rather tall for her age. She stands at around 5’11”, just a little off of 6ft. She has tanned skin, not too dark, but not white either.

Fashion: School Uniform? Yeah, right. Izzy tries to get away with whatever she can with the school uniform. Her skirt is as short as she can get it without the male teachers complaining, and her sneakers are red. She wears socks, but these can’t be seen under her large, thick leg-warmers, covering the top of her sneakers and reaching almost up to her knees. Black, with red and gray (think this but feel free to simplify) with white elastic trim at the top. Her left wrist it covered in all sorts of bangles, bracelets and concert wristbands, in a variety of colours. (Think this for concert wristbands, go wild on bracelets and bangles!) When not in school, Izzy will usual adopt either skinny jeans or a mini-skirt, accompanied by a top with some witty saying written across it.

THE STORY ENTRY

Ugh, Halloween. Such a stupid time of year, filled with stupid little kids in their stupid costumes. It was a time of year Izzy had always hated, and had never wanted to partake in. What was the point? Sure, you got candy, but you had to look ridiculous for it. Who wanted to put on some stupid witches hat and tunic just to get a few Mars bars?

”Izzzyyyyyy! I wanna go to that house!”

Right, that was who. Rolling her eyes, Iz looked down at her younger sister with a sigh, casting her gaze in the direction that was being pointed out as she adjusted her grip on the skateboard under her arm. She’d thought it was all over – it was getting late, and she wanted to get home before all the rowdy teenagers came and started causing chaos. Sighing, she gave a reluctant nod, watching as her sister gave a cheer, before hurriedly approaching the household. Iz knew the house – some kids from school lived there, it was safe enough for Esmere to approach alone. Besides, she was almost eight. She didn’t need Iz going up to every door with her anymore. Turning her gaze back to the street in front of her, Izzy continued walking, figuring her little sibling would catch up…

”WOA!” she suddenly yelped, stumbling over something in the path, leaping over it and catching her balance again, taking a few moments to do so before she turned to see what some stupid kid had left in the pa—”…F*ck.” It was a person!? No less, someone in a costume. Actually, it was a costume that resembled one of those…

Oh damn, what were they called? Sailor something-or-other. Sesi? Senis? …Senshi, that was it! Those girls all the police were on about. Casting her gaze downwards, she snorted somewhat in amusement, reaching a hand up to run it through her short, thick hair. Her bad – this was was a guy. A guy dressed in rather girly clothing. He looked…pretty badly beaten, though? Leaning down a little cautiously, Iz’s eyebrows raised a little in surprise at the size of one particular bruise on his arm. It was pretty big, and really black. She winced a little – it looked really painful. The boy suddenly gave a grown and she jumped backwards, not one to be caught unaware. She looked both ways up and down the street, checking the coast was clear before she sighed softly, placing her skateboard down on the ground. Feeling quite awkward, she reached over to grab the guy’s shoulders, slipping her hands under his armpits and dragging him onto the skateboard with a small groan.

Geez, he was heavy!? ”Stupid f*cking Halloween…just a bunch of d*ckheads running around in costumes,” she grumbled under her breath, pushing the skateboard off of the path and out of sight of passers-by, quickly pulling her beloved skateboard out from underneath him again, not wanting it to get dirty. Growling softly, suddenly feeling she shouldn’t have even gotten involved, Iz pulled her cellphone from her pocket, punching in the number for an ambulance and calling for one, making sure to give the address and details of exactly where he was.

”…Izzzzzzzy!? Where’ve you gone?”

Emerging from the bushes just as her younger sister walked past, Izzy managed a charming smile, holding out her hand for the child to take as she began on the way home. She glanced behind her as her sister took charge, beginning to pull her in the direction of their home, frowning a little. She hoped he’d be alright.

[Sanrio-Chan]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!
Name: Lurichiya Paige

Nicknames: Lurichi, Chiyo (Lurichiya received the nickname Chiyo due to her handwritten O-like As)

Age: 14

Birthday: January 1

Sign: Capricorn

Blood Type: AB-

Fav. Food: Seafoods (In all forms, especially sushi/sashimi), Sweets (Especially Cherry or Raspberry flavor Lollipops), Vegetable Soup

Hated Food: Green Vegetables (Except Broccoli, Asparagus, spinach, cucumbers, and lettuces), Tomatoes, Onions and Peppers, Crunchy foods, Mushy foods, Oatmeal

School: Crystal Academy

Hobbies:

Sewing- Chiyo sews everything! She loves making pretty dresses and cute stuffed animals. She even combines the two and makes pretty dresses for her cute stuffed animals. Lurichiya also likes to sew pet clothing. It is one of her odder hobbies, but she enjoys it. Every stray cat in her area has some cute little bonnet or vest and that makes Chiyo very happy.

Tennis- Lurichiya is oddly athletic for a Crystal Academy girl, but she deals with the sports the school offers. She has taken up residency on the school's tennis team and is one of the star players. Don't get in the way of Chiyo's tennis balls when she spikes them, you might be sporting yourself a mighty concussion.

Video Games- This Cystal Academy girl has a deep secret. The arcade is her home away from home. Dressed as a civilian she is able to game with the best of the best, even those Meadowview girls; and when Chiyo plays her A game, her etiquette goes out the window! That could be the reason her etiquette grade is at a failing level.

Gemstone: Onyx

Virtues:

Good Sport- Aside from video gaming, Lurichiya is an excellent sport, she may beam a tennis ball off your face and gloat about her win, but in the process she will pick you up, dust off your behind, and thank you for letting her win so easily.

Generous- Chiyo loves to give everyone something when they meet; a sweet smile, a firm handshake, a gentle greeting, and one of the many friendship bracelets she carries around her backpack.

Caring- Lurichiya's pride is to keep the animals safe. She is far from some crazy animal activist, but she cares none the less. Her goals are to clothe all the animals in her area and at some point volunteer at a humane society.

Flaws:

Poor Sport- Even though Lurichiya is willing to give a helping hand to her opponent when she beams them out of the game, her gloating is a very serious issue.

Cursing- Lurichiya, though she tries real hard to stifle it with sweet words, has a potty mouth. She has the poise of a perfect lady but the mouth of a sailor. Her etiquette grade reflects this problem.

Physical Description:
Lurichiya is not the tallest girl in the world. She stands at a whopping 5'6". She is very lanky in the limbs; with long arms her fingertips hit just inches above her knees. It has always bothered her that other girls got to wear shorter shorts than herself. Chiyo also has long legs, giving her an advantage in many sports. She has a very skinny build and is basically flat chested, not even hardly an A cup. Her measurements are 32", 24", 30".

She has pale skin which has always been a problem in the sun she wears a strong SPF 85 when going out to play and tries to keep her pasty complexion year round; except the summer when she does decide a single tanning session is in need to sport those cute bikinis to the beach and attract the attention of those great looking guys.

Hair: Long and dark burgundy, it falls to her mid back. She has bangs which hang longer at the sides of her face and go straight across her eyes just under her eyebrows. Lurichiya's hair is usually pulled half up in two small pigtails.

Eyes: Violet and slightly on the wider side.

Face: A cute heart shaped face. She has faint freckles that cover her checks and nose and has an angel kiss at the left corner of her left eye.

Body: 5'6", lanky, and skinny.

Fashion: Lurichiya adores dressing like she got lost in her closet; bright colors with brighter colors, plaid with geometric shapes, tank tops over shirts, skirts over pants, even on occasion this colorful girl will sport a lovely pair of rainbow studded suspenders! She enjoys lots of lace and sparkle. Chiyo likes to accent her vibrant outfits with lots of fun chains, cute jewelry, and odd knickknacks like stuffie key chains and ribbons. Her fashion sense could be classified as Fruits Lolita.

To contradict her crazy style, Lurichiya is always one of the best dressed at swanky parties and dances. Chiyo always tries to look elegant at parties. She usually chooses out strapless dresses with a princess cut. She likes the bodice form fitted with crystals and sparkles and she likes the skirt of the dress heavy with tulle and not too much embellishment. Her color choices are usually that of gem stones, her usual pick being Amethyst. She likes to accent her elegant dresses with onyx jewelry. The stone has always been one of her favorites.

Chiyo's school uniform is just that. She wears it normal like any other Crystal Academy girl. Chiyo wears knee high white stockings with little ribbons adorned at the hem. Her shoe choice is mary-janes; they are a shiny Burgundy color to give her uniform a little splash of color. Lurichiya's own personal style to the uniform is the couple of friendship bracelets, in assorted colors, that she wears on her left wrist. There is a blue ribbon in one of her pigtails and a blue bobbly elastic in the other pigtail. Lurichiya also has a silver and onyx star shaped locket that hangs around her neck.

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Lurichiya pulled a oversized sweatshirt over her shoulders. The nights were getting more brisk in October. An orange skirt peeked out from beneath the hem of the sweatshirt. Purple cat ears poked out from behind the mask. A purple cat tail swished behind her back. Lurichiya clutched a nearly full of candy, aquamarine pillow case, complete with little pink flowers and ribbon, in her hands with a big grin plastered on her face. The girl had been out and about trick-or-treating, with a skull mask pulled over her face, no one would know she was really a fourteen-year-old girl attending the prestige Crystal Academy. The time for pillaging candy had come to an end, though, and Lurichiya was making her way back to her dorm room to count out her bounty. She hoped that she had obtained enough lollipops to last her a while, especially the delicious cherry and raspberry ones.

On her way back to her dorm Lurichiya took a shortcut. She often frequented alley ways. There were always cute little kitties needing protecting. Lurichiya pulled a hand-knit orange and black collar out of her skirt pocket. It would be a cute Halloween present for one of the cats if they showed up.

Lurichiya could see the streetlight in front of her dorm building just ahead. She was almost home free.

“Grrrrowl…” The sound came more like that of a rumbling tummy.

“Hello? Mr. Snickerbottom, is that you?” Lurichiya craned her neck over a nearby dumpster. Mr. Snickbottom was often spotted in there gobbling people old table scraps.

“I’ve got you a cute Halloween gift, Snicker kitty.” Lurichya smiled.

Her smile was short lived. A human figure lay crumpled in the dumpster. The teenage girl was in a muted grey uniform with lavender piping. The person’s leg was bent at an awkward angle and a huge bloody gash lay open on their cheek. Lurichiya gasped.

“Are you ok?” Lurichiya asked reaching a hand into the dumpster to feel for a pulse.

“Grrrowl…” The person’s stomach rumbled again.

“Are you hungry?” Lurichiya asked holding up her candy bag. “You can have some, but I would like to help you first.”

The girl’s eyes fluttered open. She lifted herself to her elbows. “Do I look hungry?” The girl questioned. “My ankle is obviously broken… and… this thing… on my face!” The girl hissed as her hand brushed the laceration on her cheek. “Food is my last priority.” Her eyes rolled.

“I just thought… your tummy was growling.” Lurichiya whined. “I was trying to be nice.”

“Nice would be helping me out of this dumpster…” The girl murmured with another eye roll. “Are you dense kid?”

“Dense?” Lurichiya brought a finger to her bottom lip and pondered the thought for a second. “I think not.” She held a hand out for the girl to grab.

“I think you are… I am not moving on this ankle. It smarts… bad! Think of some other way to get me out of here.” The girl in the dumpster was getting impatient and her voice was getting heated.

Lurichiya sighed. “I lost my phone privileges for being a bad girl. I cannot call for help.” She paused. “But I can go ask my teacher. She will call I am sure. You stay here, k?” Lurichiya turned back towards her dorm house.

“Oh, really now? I do not think I am moving.” Dumpster girl mocked. If her eyes kept rolling the way they were Lurichiya was sure they would stay that way eventually.

“K.” Lurichiya mused and skipped towards her building. By the time she got to the staircase, Dumpster girl had left her thoughts, and she was back to thinking of Mr. Snickerbottom. Where had he been?

Lurichiya scurried up to her room and emptied her bounty on her bed. She then sat down to counting. A few hours later, right before Lurichiya was going to go to bed, did she remember about Dumpster girl. “I wonder if anyone else found her?” Lurichiya pondered as she tucked herself in and turned out her nightstand light.

Back in the dumpster, a fat orange tabby jumped into the dumpster. A jingly bell alerted the broken negabaddie. Mr. Snickerbottom brushed up against the girl’s face. “Mrooow.” He purred. Dumpster girl sneezed.

“I HATE CATS!” She howled into the night. “Where is that dense little girl? I will unleash hell on her for this!”

[catmagick]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Ashlyn Veil

Nicknames: Ash, Lyn (by his mother)

Age: 15

Birthday: October 31st

Sign: Scorpio

Blood Type: AB-

Fav. Food: Anything spicy

Hated Food: Calamari

School: Meadowview

Hobbies:

Reading - It is likely you will find Ash curled up in a corner of the library with a stack of books on varies subjects. With ancient languages, mainly Latin, being the most apparent subject followed closely by books on cats.

Meditation - Believing a calm mind is a productive mind Ash meditates with his cat, Mist. A cat’s purr is said to have a calming influence on its owner and Ash now believes this to be true. It began like any other time, Ash started the light, airy Celtic music and settled into the basic meditation stance when Mist climbed into his lap and started to purr. He did not notice until he came out of the much deeper level meditation then he had ever managed to reach before.

Martial arts - At the tender age of three Ash’s father decided it was time he learned to defend himself. Not being to big on the idea Ash reluctantly agreed as long as he got to chose what kind of martial arts he studied, he choose Tai chi and Kung fu.

Gemstone: Alexandrite [x]

Virtues:

Intelligent -- Ash remembers everything he has ever read and picks up new thing quickly. Everything he knows in carefully labeled and filed away for quick recall.

Calm -- Ash stays cool under presser and rarely loses his temper. He has meditation to thank for this as the ordering of his mind allows him to puzzle out a problem without being overwhelmed by it.

Determined -- Ash knows what he wants and he is going for it. He will not let anything stand in the way of achieving his dream.

Flaws:

Absentminded -- Ash has a tendency to forget about things he’s supposed to do when something else is occupying his mind even if someone reminds him about it. If his mother asks him to pick up milk on the way home from school and a teacher assigns a paper, Ash will completely forget to pick up the milk, as he will be planning the papers outline on the way home instead of remembering his mother’s request.

Resentful -- It takes a lot to get on Ash’s bad side but if you do watch out as he will hold a grudge for a long time. Mistreat one of his loved ones and a grudge will be the least of your worries. Revenge is a dish best served cold and Ash as the knowledge to make you wish you were dead.

Curious -- Ash has an insatiable sense of curiosity about anything and everything. If a subject catches his attention, he will find and read everything he can on it. It all started when he was two and given his first picture book, there was a tiger in the book and he wanted to know more about it.

At times Arrogant -- Ash is an A/B student and confident that he can pass a test without studying for it. Do to this he at times acts like an arrogant little brat when he sees his classmates cramming for a test last minute.

Physical Description:

Hair: Short, spiky white with silver highlights

Eyes: Big and Amethyst

Face: Heart-shaped and delicate

Body: Lean, willowy, effeminate

Fashion: cross between gothic and renaissance

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It seemed as if the heavens themselves were celebrating Halloween as a full moon lit the night brightly. Using only the moon for light a lone figure walked slowly down a deserted street.

“A full moon on Samhain, mother must be pleased,” Ashlyn Veil commented to the pet carrier he was currently holding. Silence was his only answer, not that he was expecting his companion to speak. He would probably drop the carrier and run if his cat started speaking, especially on this night.

A sudden sound from the ally he was passing made him jump and a startled hiss came from the carrier. “Sorry Mist,” he said setting the carrier down. He opened the door allowing the somali to come out and jump on his shoulder. “Murrow,” she said in distaste with a dirty look at the hated carrier. With a soft laugh, Ash started to inch towards the ally his curiosity getting the best of him.

Peering into the ally, he blinked in disbelief. There lying on the ground unconscious was a young girl wearing a very short neon pink skirt. Moving closer to the girl Ash took in the rest of her outfit. Along with the skirt was a neon pink bow attached to a white bodice and neon pink trimmed white gloves and boots. Shaking his head at the ridiculous choice in colors, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone planning to call nine-one-one.

A quiet groan from the girl caused him to pause mid-dial. Debating with himself, he cleared the phone and put it back in his pocket. Kneeling next to her, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder triggering another groan. “So still alive are you?” he asked rhetorically.

She must be one of those “senshi” the news mentioned he thought to himself. With a soft snort he carefully picked her up. “You don’t look very dangerous to me?” he said to the unconscious figure in his arms. “It’s a good thing we’ll meeting father at his hotel, if we took her to the hospital she’d likely be arrested on sight,” he said to Mist walking out of the ally. He frowned at the carrier. “Guess we’ll have to leave it here for now.”

Turning he continued on his why for once glade this part of town didn’t see much in the way of traffic. He wasn’t looking forward to explaining why he was carrying a beat up senshi to his father let alone anyone else.

[Naked Satan]

*will post form soon* ninja

[culicover]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Cleo Brandenburg

Nicknames: ‘Branden’; earned as a result of her androgynous looks and tomboyish personality, often used in teasing by close friends. Occasionally mistaken as her real name.

Age: 17

Birthday: December 5

Sign: Saggittarius

Blood Type: O

Fav. Food: Pizzas with weird toppings. Eggplant, roasted garlic and gouda is her favorite-of-the-moment.

Hated Food: Cooked greens – spinach, especially.

School: Meadowview

Hobbies:

Boxing – It’s a real conversation starter – a girl who boxes for fun. The problem with this being that Cleo is not a terribly coherent conversationalist. She’s been in a few competitions; she’s won some, she’s lost some. Cleo isn’t terribly serious about it – it’s great fun and good exercise, once it stops being one of those two things, she’s likely to drop it and take up something new.
Video Games – Although she’ll try anything, her favorite genre is multiplayer FPS. She has become so good at them that she prefers tea bagging and melee rushes to seriously playing the game. Cleo never uses voice chat and typically goes by the username ‘Cardinal Poopknife’.
Cooking – Cleo is something of a foodie. She loves eating, but loves cooking (and cooking for others) even more. She likes to experiment with weird stuff and frequently creates things that are inedible as a result.

Gemstone: Topaz

Virtues:

Easy-going – The dude abides. Cleo will follow orders without complaint and try anything once. She’s got a level head and rarely becomes agitated. Even when something does upset her, she is quite good at maintaining her composure.

Charismatic – Cleo is androgynously handsome and pretty at the same time. She always seems to be smiling and knows that laughing is a great way to diffuse a tense situation. She’s approachable but quiet – not antisocial, but not liberal with facts about herself – that makes her mysterious. These factors give Cleo a certain allure. She makes friends easily, although engaging in more than superficial friendships has always been something of a struggle.

Courageous – Or perhaps just a bit stupid. Either way, as mentioned, Cleo is always willing to test out new things - hobbies, foods, political and religious philosophies – and she does so boldly. She’s not afraid to dive head first into battle or go alone into the scary basement to fix a blown fuse.

Flaws:

Mercurial…in a bad way – Cleo is a quiet, unassuming sort of weird that you don’t really notice until you’ve tried to have a conversation with her. She is ‘weird’ in the sense of ‘abnormal’ rather than ‘off the wall bonkers’ or ‘trying to be outrageous’ – socially awkward is definitely a good word for it. She is distant – distracted and flighty – and preoccupied with whatever is going on in that head of hers (is she ever really listening?). A lot of common rules for human conversation seem alien to her, like staying on subject or replying when spoken to (though she doesn’t interrupt people much). It can be absolutely off putting and extremely frustrating, because she comes off as rude and selfish (and, in all likelihood, is both of these things).

Unreliable – Don’t expect Cleo to keep a date or remember your birthday. Also, be sure to tell her to show up to things an hour or so before they actually start, because she is chronically late. On the plus side (if you really want to call it that), she’s kind of noncommittal to begin with, so actually getting her to agree to hang out is a feat in itself.

Cheeky – When Cleo was little, they called it precocious. In a couple of years, they will call it ‘unhireable’ , but for now, she’s just cheeky – or ballsy. Cleo is brave and a bit self-centered. She does what she wants, with little regard for the rules. She’s not trying to break rules, cause trouble or get herself killed – she’s not reckless – she just does what she wants with little regard for the rules.

Physical Description:

Hair: Cleo's hair is a medium red mess of curls worn extremely short in a somewhat masculine style. Her hair frames her face but does not fall past the nape of her neck. It looks meticulously unkempt, as though it took her hours to sleep on it and then not do anything with it once she woke up. (Sample Picture)

Eyes: Big, round, warm and brown. That sounds pretty gross out of context.

Face: Heart-shaped, with pronounced cheeks and a wide jaw. She is heavily freckled, particularly on her cheeks, chin and forehead. Her features are androgynous, leaning feminine, though her face combined with her hairstyle tends to provoke second glances from people trying to determine her gender. Cleo is almost always smiling.

Body: At 5’8, she walks the line between tall and average for a girl her age. On the weight scale she looks like she could stand to eat a bit more – odd considering her tendency to snack – and she is about as curvy as rebar. Her skin is fair, and she is covered from head to toe in a generous smattering of freckles, which are densest on her shoulders, arms and legs.

Fashion: Cleo is a fan of pants, comfortable sneakers, cute graphic t-shirts and hoodies. In other words, there’s nothing terribly fashionable about her. Despite her tomboyishness, she does favor clothing designed for her gender. She likes layers.

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A wiser woman would have stuck to the well lit streets this late on Halloween, but Cleo was a teenager with one hell of an immortality complex and this was a route she had taken a thousand times before – in storms, in snow, in light and darkness. The dangers inherent to cluttered, shadowy alleyways like this one were of no consequence to the cocky teen. Anyway, she was in a hurry, and this was the fastest route.

Hands in her pockets, Cleo took a right turn when the alley forked. Just a bit farther and she’d be at the carry out where her friends would be waiting for her. Then, it was only a matter of time before their physics teacher paid for an unfair midterm – he’d be pulling toilet paper out of the oak tree in his front yard for weeks.

Cleo’s grin broadened. Distracted by her thoughts, she didn’t notice the roadblock in front of her. Her foot caught in the soft folds of fabric. Whatever it was she tripped on lurched into her as she accidentally kicked it and Cleo, unable to maintain her balance, fell hard against the asphalt, barely managing to brace herself with her hands.

“Ow, s**t. Who the hell leaves a pile of clothes in the middle of the street?” She grumbled as she pushed herself up and off the warm, soft thing she had fallen on. Crouched on the ground, she scowled at her hands – at the gravel imbedded in the palms. “There’s probably hobo pee in my hands, now.” She told the thing she had tripped over. “Thanks.”

The thing groaned loudly and the scowl on Cleo’s face disappeared – replaced with shock. She scrambled backward, not expecting the whatever-it-was to reply. “What the--?” Tilting her head to the side, Cleo carefully approached the pile in the street. It was a young woman with long blonde hair and a bizarre military uniform. She was clutching her gut.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Obviously dazed, the uniform-clad woman spat, “Those cowards…knew I’d beat them…left me here…”

“Knew you’d beat them?” Cleo put her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Lady, it looks like you just got the crap kicked out of you.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and typed in some numbers. “I’m going to get you some help.”

She stood and turned. “Hello, uh, yeah? I’d like to report a uh – well, I found this woman here. She looks pretty badly hurt and she’s not making any sense—where am I? In an alley off of East Broad Street.”

“I will not be made a fool.” Cleo heard the woman say. There was a dragging of feet – the injured woman struggling to stand.

Cleo dropped the phone away from her face and turned to find the injured woman advancing on her. “Jeez!” She jumped back, dodging a swipe. “Lady?! Are you crazy?”

“Give me your star!” The woman cried.

“I don’t have any stars!” Unsure of what else she could do, Cleo held her cell phone out at an arm’s length and hit the ‘camera’ button twice. There was a flash and the sound of a shutter closing.

The woman shook her head, briefly blinded by the flash. “Insolence!” She cried, but Cleo had already used the opportunity to flee, running from the Negaverse lieutenant as fast as her legs would take her.

[Successful Edit]

Name: Chauncy J. Delaney

Chauncy is a name that comes from a surname of uncertain meaning. Some suggested meanings are fortune and gamble. Chance is one of many children named this in honour of the Harvard president Charles Chauncy and his great grandfather, a famous clergyman also named Charles Chauncy. Chance sneers at this and wonders what his parents were ON when they named him. His mother might have still be high on an epidural but his father has no such excuse…

J. is short for nothing. It’s just J. And lastly Delaney is an Irish surname that comes from the Old Irish words dubh (dark or black) and slan (defiance).


Nicknames: Chance. He never goes by Chauncy if he can help it.

Age: 18

Birthday: June 10th

Sign: Gemini

Blood Type: AB+

Fav. Food: Meat is murder. Tasty tasty murder. Nomnomnom.

Hated Food: Imitation soya products and artificial sweeteners. If you’re gonna eat something, just eat and enjoy it, don’t eat rubbish that resembles it but isn’t as good.

School: Hillworth. If his parents dreamt of him going away to a prestigious school like his brothers one day, they must be sorely disappointed.

Hobbies:

Once A Thief… – Chance steals things. Usually nonsensical things, sometimes valuable things. But he does steal things. Sometimes it’s caused by just the odd compulsion to take. It is a habit he picked up as a child, taking things of his brothers to have when they went off to schools as mementos. He does find it fun though. There’s a certain rush of adrenaline, of risk, and it can be challenging stealing things. He likes a challenge, so long as it’s not schoolwork. He’s a pretty good thief but has been caught enough times that when it was his turn to be sent away to school by his parents it was to Hillworth. Even that hasn’t stopped him.

Computers – He likes how computers do your thinking for you. Reports are easier to write with the Internet to supply the answers, calculators make maths simple…oh and you can get music and movies for free! He’s actually pretty good with computers as well, able to build and work on them. Chance has a knack for them. It’s not something he broadcasts but he is.

Place Your Bets! – Chance likes taking chances and will merrily make bets about pretty much anything. And yes, he makes puns about his name.

Gemstone: Agate.

Virtues:

Must have a GSOH – Chance can be a funny guy. He’s quick and quite witty. He’s usually got a comeback and can find humour in pretty much everything. Always look on the bright side of life, that’s Chance, and while you’re at it see if you can’t have a laugh too. He is happy go lucky and if anything goes wrong, he internalises his negative emotions about it. He might act out in another way but he stays cheery.

Fighting Spirit – If he wants something he’ll fight for it and he does not give up easy. He has pretty good gut instincts and is wary but dogged. He has an inner strength and confidence that it would be very hard to kill. He doesn’t quit when things get hard. He will find a way.

Independent – With a part time job and taking as little from his parents as possible, Chance plans to forge his own path through life. He may not be a fantastic scholar at his job he works . Still, would be nice if he could programme a fully functioning AI one day that’d fast track him to fame and fortune…but right now he works in a computer shop. He also is fine with working on his own. He can be a team player but put him with other people he’ll distract them from work and so himself.

Flaws:

…Always A Thief – Yeah. This is considered by most a pretty big flaw. He steals stuff. Some will find it hard to trust him, thinking he’ll be cracking jokes with them while also working out how to nick their bus pass so he doesn’t have to buy his own. And they’d be right. He won’t steal from a few people who he’s close to but most people are fair game.

Morality Yo-Yo - His internal compass is wonky. Chance has rebelled against his parents since he was young, disliking the fact they sought to ‘suppress’ his individuality and turn him into a replica of his older siblings; no personality by the time they were done, polite with nary a hair out of place and many scholastic awards to be framed for his parent’s wall. Because of his choice ways of rebelling besides slacking off at school was stealing, his morality has taken a bad battering and he’s become a bit callous. There are lines he won’t cross but some others he’ll dance a merry jig over.

Rage Against The Machine - he doesn’t always choose his battles wisely. It landed him a place at Hillworth when he wouldn’t (and couldn’t) stop stealing, where he gets a reasonable amount of detentions and right now he doesn’t speak at all with his father. He can’t always turn off his mouth and has been know to come out with something he finds funny at totally inappropriate times.

Can’t You Take Anything Seriously? – Chance does take some things seriously. However thanks to his happy go lucky and stay cheerful attitude he doesn’t seem to take anything seriously, so he can annoy the hell out of some people.

Physical Description:

Hair: …erm. Besides colour I’m not sure what I’d like his hair to look like. Something shaggy and sorta wild? With a long low pony tail in back. It’d be black.

Eyes: Narrow eyes, vibrant blue.

Face: Pointy features, grinning.

Body: Lean, average height.

Fashion: Jeans, keys and wallet on a chain, backpack, t-shirt, shirt to wear as a jacket. Scruffy but pretty average. He buys nothing in particular just clothes that are comfy and take a battering okay.

THE STORY ENTRY

The dude was out cold. He was pretty certain.
To make sure Chance dropped another small stone, calling out a quick -

“Hey, you!”

To be fair the action wasn’t quite as heartless as it sounded. Almost but not quite. He’d been heading back to the Hillworth dorms, now he’d run out of toilet paper (an old trick but a good one – he’d set out with TP to do the entire Destiny Tower earlier) and had a bagful of sweet chocolately goodness. He’d been taking a short cut over a footbridge in a small greenbelt between the buildings when he’d seem the dying glimmer of bright flaming pink light through the trees. Kind of like a flare. And when he got here, some mug in military uniform was curled on his side below looking a right prat. No one else was in sight and there were no other strange lights either, just the dim glow from a solitary lamppost.

So yeah, he’d dropped a pebble on him first because he was damned if he was leaving his bag of delectable delights and scrambling down there if this was all some lame joke. He’d miss curfew and end up scrubbing toilets in detention or some s**t like that. Besides, you had to be careful right?

The dude could be a complete nutter. If that wasn’t a Halloween costume, that could be Negaverse gear. Oh yeah, Chance had heard of the Negaverse. It was all rumours but he’d heard they were a street gang at war with this other gang called the Sailors. Made more sense than that bullshit about terrorism anyway. Now Chance wasn’t a coward but he wasn’t thick either.

Small hard to get out of under bridge plus darkness plus potential psycho freak in a gang?
That dude needed to be out cold before he was heading down there.

Muttering to himself, Chance set his bag down and eye balled the way down. It wasn’t light enough to go over the railings and lower himself, couldn’t see the leafy floor down by Lt. Oblivious down there. So he headed back to the start of the footpath and using his mobile like a torch pushed his way through the trees and down the slope, swearing quite colourfully when his costume snagged on something thorny.

“Better be worth my time.”

He knelt down and gently rolled the other guy over, feeling an idiot as he briefly laid a hand on his chest to feel if he were breathing. Chance checked him over and it seemed like the guy was fine, just taking a battering-induced nap. It was odd but he couldn’t really get a fix on what he looked like, like his eyes were playing tricks on him. He didn’t like it. Weirded him out a bit and Chance was quick to blame it on the shadows. His heart was already beating fast and he loved the adrenaline-filled wariness that had come over him.

The get up he was wearing Chance could make out better. Too good a quality to be a Halloween costume, unless this guy went in for Halloween in a big way. Not good. He looked around, on edge, and frowned. Still, might as well see who we had here…

Even terrorist suspects and gang members carried a wallet it seemed. No ID, which didn’t surprise him as much when he thought about it, but a bus ticket and $20 bill with spare change where to be had in a cheap wallet he found in the costumes pocket. The bus ticket and the plastic wallet the Nega-dude could keep. On compulsion the $20 went to Chance, a bonus for being such a hero, risking his neck to come down and help him.

Hey, he had some morals, coming down here at all when he could have just ignored the injured boy. Just he lacked some others…and he’d not been able to pull any overtime because of school work lately so he was a bit short, y’know? Besides he was leaving around $5 in change.

Next he inspected the phone. Not as good a phone as his own that he was using as a flashlight, but Chance didn’t plan take it anyway. He did however flip it open and dial the emergency services. He wasn’t sure if he should call for an ambulance or the police, so he simply gave the location of the footbridge, cut the conversation with the woman at the other end short and and left the phone on and open next on the ground.

…and feeling just a smidge of guilt, he tucked Captain Terrorist’s cape over him to keep him warm this crisp autumn night and in a flash of whimsy fished some sweets from his pocket to leave by the phone. If the guy woke up in time, he’d know some helpful trick or treater had used his mobile to ring for help. Happy Halloween, Chance thought, and grinned ferally as he got up and dusted the leafy rubbish off his gloved hands.

And with that Chance was going back through the trees and running to grab his bag. Gotta get back to the ‘hill and away from here. The guy had help, Chance had $20 on top of his sweet haul, and it looked like his he ran he might just make curfew.

S’all good.

[ex o ex Snoof]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

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Name: Khai Lawley

Nicknames: Law, Kiki

Age: 18

Birthday: February 13th

Sign: Aquarius

Blood Type: O -

Fav. Food: Red meat

Hated Food: Sweets

School: Hillworth.

Hobbies:

Dream Diary: For one reason or another his lack of sleep causes his dreams to be extremely vivid when they do occur, and he needs a place to keep them so he isn't constantly thinking about them. He's been keeping dream diaries since he was very young

Continuity Testing: When Khai can't sleep, he opts to read or watch movies but something he can never escape is his blunt nitpicking of continuity and so he has transformed it into a hobby instead of a quirk. If there is some sort of plot hole or error in editing, things like that, he will find them, point them out, make lists of all of the ones he documents and then... do absolutely nothing. It will usually make judging what he likes better for himself but that's the only real plus of it besides providing himself some entertainment.

People Watching: Instead of interacting, Khai decides to sit on the sidelines and watch. Social circles and life passing by is like one great, big drama to him and because of it, he often gets in trouble. Some people are more interesting than others so he may watch them more, which can lead to creepy scenarios, awkward discussions, getting reported to the police, being assigned a psychologist...

Sketching: Khai is not an artist, not at all, but he likes looking at things and seems to have a rather large imagination. He tries and often is able to transcribe a "gist" of what he sees, usually images from his dreams that he can't describe in words, but nothing more than that.

Gemstone: Amethyst

Virtues:

Cautious: While caution does not rule his entire being, Khai is certainly the wary type. He keeps a firm look out on what can hurt him and who and would sooner find the more acceptable alternative than participate in something that would bring him down. Essentially, he has a very strong sense of self preservation.

Mentally Flexible: More specifically, he is willing to cooperate and alter his opinions and decisions if the offered argument is good enough. Not one to keep grudges for long and if he’s wrong, he’ll definitely admit to it.

Impartial Khai is a neutral party, always looking at things objectively and without bias. Usually this turns into him just keeping his nose out of other people’s business but he is also gone after as a tie-breaking third party, on occasion.

Professional While it is impossible to make Khai laugh, it is a perk in most professional situations; he doesn't act childishly and even awkward conversations can become straight forward discussions with him because he finds absolutely nothing comical.

Flaws:

Humorless Nothing strikes Khai as funny. At all. If someone falls and shoves their face into their lunch, he won’t laugh. If someone makes a joke, he won’t smile. Either he was born with a busted funny bone or his sense of humor is completely dulled due to his insomnia.

Anxious: In reaction to his insomnia, Khai can be very jittery. He will typically appear calm but if someone were to sneak up behind him or suddenly speak very loud nearby, he will drop whatever he’s holding, tense up completely, shout or even run within a moment’s notice.

Blunt: He says what he means and he means what he says. Kahi isn’t going to sit there and baby you. If you need help, he’ll offer ways you can get it but he’s not going to solve the problem for you. Just as well, if you ask him a question you’d like him to give a white lie in response to, he won’t, and nothing will be sugar coated.

Insomnia: Khai has a very difficult time falling asleep, is a very light sleeper and if he is woken in the middle of the night he will be completely unable to return to the dream land until twenty-four hours pass. This generally makes him appear dull and easy to over look, “another face in the crowd” as it were and not outstanding at all.

Physical Description:

Hair: Black and sleek; it’s combed neatly and well taken care of but has a certain lazy quality to it at the same time as it’s relatively unstyled, just maintained. It reaches about his chin in the front, parted at a slight angle so it very nearly covers one eye and in the back in goes to the middle of his neck. His ears peak out from the sides.

Eyes: A dull purple, easily mistaken for blue. They are half lidded and always tired looking; this is mostly because he has dark bags beneath his eyes because of his insomnia.

Face: Thin but not quite gaunt, it makes him look a few good years older than he really is which makes some wonder why he’s going to Hillworth to begin with. He doesn’t let his emotions show on his face and so he looks very blank all of the time.

Body: Little muscle mass to speak of, though he’s not quite unhealthy. He’s long limbed and tall, as well as very pale skin. His complexion’s far from perfect but it isn’t pockmarked or riddled with acne scars, either, he does try very hard to make sure he is as cleanly as possible.

Fashion: He feels quite at home in the fancy attire that Hillworth offers and so most of his clothing reflects this, even if they’re all cheap knock offs. Button up shirts, vests, things of that sort. He also enjoys ties. However, he isn’t without a casual feel but this is typically reflected in hooded coats and boots; urban but not quite common.

THE STORY ENTRY

The seconds were ticking by like hours; each minute he watched flick across his cell phone screen was like a thunderous boom that took days to pass. People walked by with little regard for others outside of their own groupings, their costumed cliques. It was always the same, every single year, this one day of tricks, treats and scares; people would dress, either beg for free, disgusting, cavity creating sweets or go to parties in their skimpy and completely unfrightening costumes.

Every single year, it was the same. Except this year.

No, this year there was something different, something everyone was carrying with them. Knowledge. Knowledge of a strange force or faction, opposing gangs? No one quite knew what they were, just that they were dangerous people and to be avoided. The news broadcast had offered the same information as always; “Scouts” look like brightly colored girls in skimpy dresses, maybe with the odd boy thrown into their ranks, and “Officers” dress in military-esque attire.

They would be easy enough to spot should one cross Kai’s path, and he would likely pay them no mind. It would be hard to tell which of the costume goers were real Scouts or Officers if such an encounter did occur anyway.

As Khai looked up, he took notice of three girls walking past dressed in matching Scout outfits; they were poorly made, however, probably cobbled together from felt and all done by unskilled hands--their own, no doubt. With practice, they may have been convincing but they were far from it now.

He, himself, hadn’t dressed up at all. He wasn’t social enough to attend late parties and he had no interest in costumes to begin with. The entire practice of Halloween outside of an allowance of spirits to roam the Earth, it’s original origins, was completely superfluous to him and Khai found it to be a thoroughly useless practice. It didn’t help his opinion that the only thing given out during the holiday was candy, either.

As he sat on the street curb, looking as though he were waiting for someone, he could feel people’s eyes on him. While he enjoyed watching others, prying into their social circles without even lifting a finger, he couldn’t bear to be looked at for too long himself, especially at night. Probably the lack of sleep talking but the eyes were beginning to feel like scraggly hands trying to grab at his hair and clothes.

Khai shivered and brought himself to a stand, adjusting his coat. He could see his breath on the dark air and feel it seeping into his clothes. It wouldn’t be long before his layers weren’t enough to keep him warm, so it was safe to say it was time to head home, if it could be called that.

The further one walked from the suburbs and into the city of Destiny, the fewer and fewer costumed travelers were present. In fact, the total population walking around at the late hour of eleven-forty-five was nonexistent. The city appeared to be completely deserted, as desolate as a post-apocalyptic ground zero. Dead leaves and crumpled party favors, candy wrappers and small plastic bags blowing around in the frigid Autumn breeze caused a frown.

Such a mess.

Usually the city was quite nice looking--not so bad for a city, anyway--but on nights like these where everyone was out “having a good time”, they were prone to acting like nasty animals and exhibiting extraordinarily uncouth traits.

His boot scuffed as it knocked something, giving off a dull thud. Thoughts continued to buzz as he stopped short and turned around, seeing only a green or black bag with something rigid sticking out. It was accented with some neon green portions but mostly looked like a large and malformed trash bag until he did a double take. This was worse; it looked like a body bag. The smell was far from human decay but it was also far from pleasant; the alley was probably the occasional hang out of the rare homeless person and probably hadn’t been cleaned of any disgusting remains, whether they be natural or store bought like liquor. Its placement was awkward; slumped against the brick building on its side, one leg of what can only be assumed a body sticking out at a twisted angle. Now that Khai was looking at it properly, he could see… yes, it was a leg with a stocking and long boot.

“Dead?” he couldn’t be sure and his voice was barely raised above a whisper.

Something stirred after, though, the leg curling up against the rest of the body which was clad in various shades of green. The hair was a very dark brown with pieces dyed emerald, mostly in the front.

“Feels like…”

A woman’s voice. Her tone was strained, in pain. After speaking, she tensed up and her body went rigid. She was trying to be quiet about it but as she pulled herself to a sit against the wall, he could hear her moan uncomfortably. Pain. Her arm was draped over her abdomen and it was darker than the rest of her outfit. Stained with red.

What a sight. Sympathy pangs hit him in the gut but he didn’t let it show. “…Need a hospital?” With how she was doing, it looked like she was in a gang fight or had been shot. Either way, she was pretty tough to even be able to move like that. She didn’t look to be much older than him, could even be the same age. The Asian in her was obvious and gave her a refined look, causing her to possibly look older than she truly was.

She laughed at his offer. “Ideal situation… No. I don’t think I’m going to make it.” Another laugh.

What was so funny about her dying?

Khai cast a glance around, spotting no one nearby, and knelt down in front of her. He used his hand to keep balance, pressing it against the same wall she leaned on. Her tone wasn’t worried, much like his face wasn’t, but deep down he was and he could see it on her face, in her eyes.

She was sad.

“Don’t… tell anyone you saw me here. Like this. Okay…?”

Who would he tell? “Fine with me.”

Suddenly, she reached for the neck of his shirt and gripped tightly, causing Khai to nearly fly back and crack his head on the pavement but she kept his balance. Even so, his heart rate had accelerated violently in that small second and his breathing became labored. This caused her to smile even though her eyes were welling with tears.

“Please, um…” for a moment, it seemed as though her attention span had moved on to other things but she contorted, leaning over and sobbing hard, “Please… don’t leave me alone right now… It‘s so cold…”

Internally, his heart was aching. Seeing this was like nothing he had witnessed before; this poor girl, giving up all hope of survival but clinging to a stranger for solace, it was so alien, so absolutely terrifying to him that he couldn’t have bared to turn her request down. Couldn’t have bared to leave. Externally, though, his face was still stony, blank and uncaring. It was probably causing her to cry more.

“…I won’t leave. Not until you do…” Not a comforting way to say it but he wasn’t used to speaking with grace or reassurances, especially not to people he had never met, regardless of their gender or current predicament.

Despite this, she seemed a little more at ease and relaxed as best she could, moving the hand on his shirt to the back of his neck. He could feel the cold fabric of her long glove and it caused him to shiver, but Khai kept close.

“Thank you… I’m… Jade.”

“Lawley,” cautious apprehension made him refrain from using his full name. It made her laugh again before she closed her eyes, muscles slowly relaxing into a state of dead weight.

She was gone.