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KAZEMARU

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This ...

This was going to be harder and harder, wasn't it?

The thing was though, the clues weren't what Ryder was talking about. Mind, not to say that the young man would take these clues lightly, but right now, the most prominent thought in his mind, had to do with his toll. More specifically though, the effects of having given up such a toll.

Having ventured in Jay's direction with a cautious gait, Ryder had kept out both cells. It was only once he reached his quick destination and stopped, that he felt capable of taking a look at something else other than the path he was taking. He'd done no more than take a second look at the clue that glowed on the display screen of his cell, when he was suddenly being jabbed in the arm. Unable to see who it was because it was on his blind side, Ryder jumped just a bit, coming very close to losing his grip on everything in his hands. Gritting his teeth, fingers tightening around the cell, he turned, his heart thundering in his chest. If he couldn't get used to this, making it to the end would just be all that much harder.

"Hey, mister~ Do you know what a cix ..."

For a second, Ryder thought it was Luce again. Clearly, despite the time that had elapsed since they'd parted ways, there had been no reconsideration of his opinion on her. Nor would there be one anytime soon. Perhaps a tad vehemently, Ryder was quite determined to have nothing to do with her; he was sure they'd meet again in this Game, but the next time would be completely different than the first. He could still recall her laughing at him for having tripped. Suffice to say, with that type of thought in mind, when Ryder turned to actually get a view of who the hell was poking him, he had a scowl on his face. The expression on his face faded, as did the venomous words on his tongue, once he realized this was a completely new person. A girl, but a stranger. Inwardly, Ryder couldn't help but sigh. He wasn't going to ask for help though. Maybe when he ended up running into walls and people and cars, he would, but until then, he would do his best with his own abilities. That meant clue wise too. Speaking of clues, though ...

"What's this word?"

With a simple frown, Ryder raised an eyebrow as the sweet-looking blond in a white dress pointed to the screen of a similar looking phone. She then proceeded to bombard him with further questions, though it was really only the last one that held much more meaning. Before he had the chance to say anything, she went out to smile at the trio, and honestly? That smile, coupled with her over-all general appearance? Anyone would feel like a bad guy scowling or getting angry at her (for now?). It was only once he was sure that his heart beat had settled, and that the girl would not start up again, that Ryder ventured to speak. "... Do you just walk up to anyone and jab them?" He asked, rubbing his arm, shaking his head. "That isn't a word, either. They're roman numerals," Ryder spoke those words a bit more cautious, tapping them on his own cell. He wasn't quite sure if the girl--, Annika she said her name was, really didn't know. She was probably like Seth though; Ryder didn't doubt that guy was sharper than he let on. ... Maybe.

"... I'm Ryder," He offered afterwards, since she'd gone and introduced herself first; she seemed like a rather cheery person, didn't she? "... That's Seth, and Jay." He continued, nodding over to each one respectively, before side-stepping a bit to create some distance between Annika and his blind side. At the suggestion that it was an address, Ryder shrugged. "It's all coded, isn't it? The point is to try and figure out what it says. There's punctuation, so it's probably... a sentence or something ..."


X-9-6
CXXXIII-7-7
LVII-3-6
XVIII-3-2||LXX-10-4.
CXXII-10-3
CXXI-9-6
C-14-1
XCI-13-4.

Love always,
XIII-4-2
CXLIX-4-5


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122-10-3
121-9-6
100-14-1
91-13-4.

Love always,
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[Artemyes]

At some point, the Cat ended up dozing off - a light sleep only - where he lay. Probably not the best idea. Nevertheless, it was a short cat nap, cut even shorter by a stray blade of grass , forcing him awake with a sneeze. A look at his cell told him a little over half an hour minutes had passed, and the following look around showed nothing had really happened in that span of time. Going idly through a few stretches and exercises he'd been prescribed to help his leg get better, Natsuo wondered if it wasn't bad to be sleeping so much; he hadn't nearly as much before. Maybe it was just some sort of aftereffect or recovery thing... He certainly wasn't up to par with how he'd been in the past, even after all this time. Oh well..

Eventually, the Cat retreated back indoors. As far as he knew, Ryota hadn't returned to the lower level since his apology. Wandering back down the hall, Natsuo contemplated the idea of going upstairs to the Boar's room. There was a reason he'd come here, wasn't there? Now more than before, he took note of how ... empty-like, the house was. Of course, that was probably to be expected, since Ryota had only recently moved in, but still... Even the halls in his own home had their silly paintings and picture frames and decorations. Either way, a quick sneak upstairs to the sight of a closed door told him as much, and the

I: Do you tend to save or spend your money? Why?
I buy what we need, and I don't mind spending a bit of money on other things for the sake of it, but I do save my money more. I guess it's become a habit ever since I started working and looking after my sister.. You never know, I guess..

I:What's the worst thing you've done to someone you loved?
... ... Probably, being infected with the Anima Virus. I know it wasn't as if I could stop it, but now I've put too much responsibility on my sister. I wish it wasn't like that. I've always watched over her, protected her - we were fine how we were. But, now ... now it's like it's the other way around. I almost killed her, too. She shouldn't have to have these worries about her own brother. It shouldn't be this way.

I: How would you like to look?
I don't really get why you would ask this sort of question. I can't really complain about how I look now, because at least I'm still alive and as human as I can be at this point. You can tell what I am by my appearance now, though, can't you? It doesn't matter what type of attention it is, it's not always wanted. You wouldn't like this either.

I: What do you think now of being supernatural? Is it cool, or have you been screwed?
No offense, but isn't this a stupid question? It's not what you might think it to be. It's called a Virus for a reason, and no matter how much you try to hide that fact beneath talk of heroics, when it comes down to it, at the end of the day, you're simply not human anymore. I have powers, but so what? What use does it have, when the person important to me is suffering because of it? It's ... not ... what it seems..

Do you think the future is hopeful? Why?

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Alek was glad to see that his father was the same as ever. Despite his initial reaction upon his appearance, Alek knew that he was glad to see him. After all, when it came down to it, it was Alek himself who had left. His father hadn't wanted him to. It'd been no easy decision and his father had been vehemently against it. In the end though, Alek had won out. After all, considering Sven's conditions, they didn't really have any other choice did they? Yet that in no way made it any easier for the man, especially not when the news of the very ship his son was aboard had been raided and attacked by pirates. Perhaps the sky no longer brought good fortune to his family anymore? If he were to lose another family member at the mercy of the skies above, he didn't think he could manage it at all anymore.

Alek was well aware of these particular sentiments his father held. There were many memories that his disappearance must have brought up, not just for his father, but for his siblings too. Wouldn't it have just been all the more better if the Spirits hadn't gone wild? If Gareth was gone? Maybe this wouldn't have happened to them. Maybe they'd still be together and living better. Alek didn't like to think of it like that though; for one, there was no sense in wondering such silly questions. There was no way he could possibly know how things would have turned out if they'd gone a different path. And for another, there was a connection to that man much more nearer than ever before. In all there time together, Alek was sure that Aria no longer saw him as some waiter boy from the Eos anymore. If anything, her opinion of him couldn't be that bad. But would it change, if she were to discover the feelings he had within? The redhead was quite sure Aria would not take kindly to his wishes of her father disappearing. Despite being so contrastingly different from the ruthless man he depicted her father to be, Gareth was still her father. Perhaps she'd hate him to know what he felt.

But that was not the most pressing issue at the moment.

Alek looked down at the hand holding his, just as he'd remembered it. Strong, yet delicate, pretty fingers. Tentatively, he tried to ease his own away, but at that very moment, she only took to holding him tighter. Frederick could only stare at the water that he'd been forced to hold, and his now damp shirt, frowning as he went to set it down elsewhere. As the two girls exchanged pleasantries, Alek resigned himself to Adele's hold, not at all prepared for the embarrassment Aria seemed to unknowingly put him through.

"...You're... the person Alek talked about. In...his sleep."

The way Aria said it was so blunt and plain, that Alek was at a sheer loss for words.

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This was it; this was the day the challenge began.

Suffice to say, Daithi's nerves did not allow much in the way of sleep and rest. It'd been an endeavor in itelf, to finally fall asleep, but the sleep was not as soothing as it should have been. Throughout intervals in the night, Daithi found himself waking up time and time again. It was rather irritating in itself, to wake up in under the light of the moon, only to try to force himself to sleep again. It was only after a few more hours of tossing and turning, that Daithi finally found a more comfortable sleep. It was short lived though, as the sun soon came to shoo away the night.

Tired but finished with trying to sleep, the prince eventually got up. There was still quite a bit of time before the actual trial began, but it would be pointless to lay around in bed if it served him no purpose. The thick tension he felt, just in thinking that this would begin his 'campaign' for the title, had him feeling edgy. The fact that these feelings were not really helpful at all, and that he'd probably wear himself out long before he should was clear in his mind, but Daithi knew of no way to get rid of the pressure that came from so many expectations.

He was dressed and prepared in no time at all, and in a way, it was a good thing that he had all that time ahead of him. It gave him time to force himself to eat something, as of all things, his appetite seemed to be failing him. Surely this sort of thing couldn't be good for him. Still though, there was a definite difference between knowing you had to eat, and actually doing so. Daithi hoped vehemently that he wouldn't feel as he did now, when the time for the Trial to start actually came.

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"I would appreciate it if you said my name right, Ashelia Farron."

Daithi sighed mentally, those very words he'd spoken something of an automatic response to Ashelia's vibrant words. At the very moment, they were standing in the center of the Trial's arena, and he was quite disappointed to find that the stuffy heat was not helping him. Still, he was glad that his clothing was not as stuffy as what he'd been wearing the previous day; of course, it only stood to reason, as this was an entirely different situation. His clothing was much more fit for battle and movement, much like the difference in his Sentinel's clothing.

In that regard, Daithi tossed a glance in her direction; it truly was a difference for her, more than him. She looked utterly masculine as she was dressed, no offense intended of course. On the other hand though, Daithi doubted there was better dress for such a situation. If there was one thing that hadn't changed with Ashelia's clothing though, it would definitely have to be her personality. She looked utterly prepared to dive into the heat and lava if she had to, that was how determined she look. He'd have to relent that it was a little reassuring to see; at least she looked like she was ready to do whatever it took to win this.

"This'll be a piece of cake, and then some. You keep that look up and you'll get wrinkles, y'know? The heroes don't worry about what to do - they just do it. Stick with me, kid, we'll go places."

... Of course, there were limits. Did he mention there were limits? "... While I'll admit it's good to see such enthusiasm, too much confidence can finish as us well. On another note, as far as I recall, I am older than you; I am no 'kid'." Pointedly, the prince stiffly skipped over the comment about pre-mature aging, though he did turn his face away from her, already aware that his expression had him looking rather tense and the tension wasn't going to leave him anytime soon. Tersely, he listened to the Overseer and the instructions, his attention drifting from the ground beneath them, out to the furtherest reaches where the lanterns supposedly awaited them.

The moment the Trial began, Ashe seemed to leap into action, though she needn't have motioned for him to follow, as he would have without persuasion. If anything, he could at least say his nervous tension had him wanting to move, to expend energy and get it over with. "Do you not think that is a bit of a reckless plan?" Daithi replied, as he skirted a particularly nasty crack. Skipping the safer paths would probably gain them speed, but to jump atop the cracked pieces? What if it didn't hold their (his?) weight? What if it sunk? They had no way of knowing just how thick the pieces were. "Not to mention, I'm sure I understand the complications of falling,"he added dryly. Before he could advise her against her foolhardy plan though, Ashe was already leaping off the safer ground like a monkey.

Daithi wouldn't say he didn't feel any bit of fear that she'd be wrong, and then swallowed by the fiery substance, but she made it, grinning her same foolish grin. Sighing a breath of relief, the blond saw no choice but to follow. He was going to have to stick with his Sentinel if he wanted to accomplish this Trial after all. Hoping he would not regret his decision later, he mimicked the girl in her jump, except that it was less dramatic, and a bit more cautious. It was a miracle they made it as far as they did, to be honest. His weight and height difference were immense factors here, and while the pieces of safe land may have held Ashe, there was certainly the chance that it would not be so kind for him. Still, maybe she didn't think of that, or care, because she continued on as enthusiastic as ever. Deciding that for now, he would refrain from telling her off about his name, again, Daithi looked warily at the next spot which he was supposed to jump to.

"This won't hold my weight." he murmured, tugging at the slick material of his tunic, clinging to him from the heat. Still, after all that, it hardly made sense to go back. Determining he'd have to be quick, Daithi took a breath of that stuffy air, before braving the leap to the final 'platform', pitching his weight forward, so that he would have no need to linger there. He'd been right to assume that it would not hold him too, because it'd tipped to one side, and had he been slower, he would have been gimp. As it was though, he'd made it, and with a brief bit of support from Ashe, he rose to his feet carefully. Wiping away the slicked strands of his gold blond hair, he brushed his hands off on his pants, though it was rather pointless; appearances surely had to matter little here, after all.

Sighing, he made no comment to Ashe's funny way of speaking. With him she could make sparks fly? Really? Gathering himself, he took the lead up to the lamp, studying it with swift eyes. "I will carry it," he breathed softly, adjusting the way his short sword was at his side. The trip there was one thing, as they were looking after only themselves, but now it was entirely different, with this lantern to care for. Nodding to himself absently almost, Daithi stepped aside for Ashe to come nearer. "Light it; I will walk behind you with it, but be careful and keep to a calmer pace until I see how heavy it truly is. They said we'll be confronted when they're all alit as well, so prepare your sword for it." Ashe finally had a chance to display her powers, and with a bit more flare and dramaticness than necessary, she set the wick ablaze.

Stepping over to pick it up, Daithi nodded to the girl, assuring her that they were set to move. It wasn't too heavy he found, but it was a bit big; Ashe's tiny stature would have a bit of difficultly with it, so it'd be best for him to take it. He'd be out of luck if it came to a fight though, as he was using both hands to keep it secure, leaving him rather vulnerable.

Then again though, this was the part where he was supposed to go ahead and trust his Sentinel, right?

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Fortunately, it seemed that with the combined efforts of those pressed in the tight space of the alley-way, the inky threats were only a minor detail. Still not admittedly keen to relinquish his dagger just yet, Emilio warily scanned around; he couldn't see anyone familiar... Then again, this wasn't where he'd been last, so could he truly hope to expect to see someone (Luca mostly) here as well? Whether this was a dream or not, he couldn't seem to entirely get rid of the nervousness he'd get from time to time, ever since he'd fused with his avatar.

With a sigh, Emilio eventually relenting, tucking away the glowing dagger with unnatural ease. Slowly but steadily relaxing, the young man took it upon himself to study his surroundings. If anything, that'd be a good idea, before he took up the task of questioning just what had happened. Though, to be sure, he shouldn't have been so surprised; after what had happened with WINGED, anything had to be possible, right? It was a relief to filter out of the alleyway, and just as the first cat began to speak, Emilio found his gaze drifting about the place. It ... looked relatively normal, didn't it? Not exactly like Italy, but it wasn't entirely foreign either. He glanced over to Hazel, as the feline gave a name to their location. Shinjuku? That wasn't a place he really knew... Making a note that one cat seemed a whole heck of a lot more friendlier than the other, Emilio finally took to actually taking in the others around him. It wasn't as if he wasn't listening to the cats, but the goal was just to find this butterfly, right? Find it and bring it back to them; simple in context.

He wouldn't exactly deny that that one man seemed rather intimidating; if he wasn't mistaken (which no offense, but how could that happen), he'd been the one tackling a combo of 'Nightmares' with ease.

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YOU'RE A STUPID b***h
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

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ART, ARTIE...? THATS WHAT EVERYONE ELSE CALLS ME, LOL.

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I, I, I, SO EXCITED. SO MUCH THAT I DUNNO WHAT SEAT TO TAAAAAAAAKE. /shot
Um, that's a yes? xD

IT'S FRIED EGGS, FRIED EGGS
THE LITTLE WHITE KIDS, THEY ANGRY, LOOK AT THEM PUMPING THEIR FISTS

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It would have been silly to expect a different response from Aria; she'd already voiced her intentions, but Alek found some tiny part of him doing so nevertheless. He didn't try to make it obvious when he heard her answer though, instead turning again with a nod, his gaze set forward. Admittedly, he was a bit taken aback by the rather forceful response he got when he mentioned Adele, but he didn't press her for any details regarding it.

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Yet another bout of words.

Alice's soft voice, Levin's unhesitating command. He needn't have bothered though, because that had become the task of highest priority in his mind the moment he'd decided she'd be his new master, the moment he accepted the role of her guard.

Delicately, his fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword, his body already sensing the nearing possibility of a fight, and preparing itself for it. He was in no way a stranger to battle, and in some ways, already he felt as if he was anticipating it. More than that though, he knew this person would not just be any average opponent. Cecil wasn't sure how exactly - perhaps some battle sense or the like - but he had the feeling that there were certainly more to this person than the eye could discern. He didn't pull his gaze from the man before him, but he trusted that Cerulean would mind Alice, once it came to exchanging blows. Without a doubt, it would come to that.

Tersely, the ex-knight watched as the man seemed to pull a blade from nothing more than a playing card and the air. When it finally had stopped glowing and whatnot, Cecil sank deeper into his fighting stance, bringing his own sword out of it's sheath with a practiced motion. His attention was on every aspect and detail of the man and his two-handed blade already, and he didn't bother making any sort of verbal reply to what was being said. The man... probably still didn't think of this as much of a threat, or else he wouldn't have been so nonchalant as he was. He was chatting like it was a conversation they were going to have, not a fight, and he didn't mind saying aloud when he was going to attack either.

He blocked it.

Yet even as he forced a split-second's worth of space between them, Cecil could tell his intuition had not failed him. There had definitely been strength behind the swing, and perhaps there was more than that, that he was not feeling just yet. Nevertheless, he didn't hesitate when he did parry the blow, using the momentum of the motion to swing into an uppercut. The young man was quick on his feet too, and he did not linger too close. One false move, and the blow from that heavier blade (for it was certainly much more heavier than his own) would be crippling. With one swift step, he drew nearer, banking on the weight of the other sword's effect on reaction time to be to his advantage. He slashed a horizontal strike, then midway let the action slid into a vertical slice, the motion abruptly bringing his sword crashing downward.


No.

He wasn't just going to accept this. It wasn't even a matter of 'maybe we'll let you go', like Tsureo seemed so keen to add. It was certainly tempting; could he just take this, just this once, and then never have to deal with these people again? He would have liked to say yes, but it wasn't possible. Not to mention, as nice as it sounded, it was twisted, in the sense that they were using his freedom as a bargaining tool to get what they wanted. Yet had it only been that, maybe Ren would have relented, however grudgingly. But it wasn't just that.

'Don't worry this won't hurt at all,'

Like hell it wouldn't.

At that point, Ren realized it wouldn't matter what his mind said, not if his body was dead set against it. Right now too, his body was telling him to move away from the two researchers, and the needles in their hands. The light reflected off them dangerously, and he felt the nervousness swell in his gut. That was what he didn't want and that was why he wouldn't do as they pleased docilely. His gaze would not leave the syringes for long, and in the back of his mind, as he eased away slowly, trying to maintain the distance, he wished for his jacket. His arms were bare and, a-and -- ...

The feeling of one of them catching him by the wrist caught him by surprise, and he struggled against it, incapable of actually looking that way because he knew what was coming. It was in no way nicely done (though maybe that was his fault), and the jabbing sensation struck through his whole body, shocking him back into instinctive feelings that horrible things were to come. Wrenching his arm away, Ren couldn't even bother to glare anymore, already feeling a heaviness waft through him. His own panic struggled against it, but there was no use, not when his body was beginning to shut down. Throwing a look at Tsureo, giving her as best of an accusatory look as he could (because this was definitely her fault), he felt himself sink to his knees, all of a sudden much too tired to be standing up. Or awake.

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What happened after that, Ren had no idea. There were times though, when his consciousness would surface, if only for a few moments, where he could catch glimpses of people walking around where he lay (presumably), peering down at him, putting blinding lights above him... He wished he could tell them to leave him alone, but his tongue would not heed him, and each time, he would sink back into sleep again. ... Maybe it was better that way?

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This one particular researcher had felt himself very fortunate that he'd get a chance to study the boy from the other ship first hand. After all, someone who hadn't been affected? It was practically unheard of. Of course, he hadn't expected that girl to tag along too. Being completely honest, she was more than a little nuisance, what with how she seemed to take to shouting orders. Luckily, she hadn't been able to go any further than the doors when they'd wheeled him in to do a bit of testing, and no surprise, she was still there when he exited, even after all those hours.

As it was though, the papers he was clinging to protectively spoke of definitely having found something, and with his enthusiasm renewed, he saw no problem in divulging the information to the girl. After all, in part, she was the one to thank for finding the boy. "Well," he began, trying not to grin like the science-y nerd he was, "It's quite remarkable actually. The blood samples ... they're not unlike anything we've seen in a normal human before. In general, the structure of the cells are the same, but they carry something entirely different. I don't think it can be natural, it couldn't possibly be, but whatever it is, its given immunity against infections brought on by Kafka's works. In short, that boy can't be infected, at all, because he already has something in him which prevents it." Crossing his arms, the man looked up to the ceiling thoughtfully. "This is just the beginning though; surely there must be other effects... but you did a great job finding someone like him and bringing him in. Just imagine all the possibilities, having blood like his could bring ... ! We could find a cure for the infected, or we could-- ... well, we'll need many more tests, ah, but if--..." The latter was the man drifting into his own world of thoughts, and forgetting Tsureo was there as he mulled over it all, he wandered off.

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When he next awoke, Ren found himself at a loss for where he was. It took him a moment to gather his bearings, and make sense of his surroundings, his gaze idly upwards to the plain white ceiling. There was a sterilized scent in the room, which made his stomach churn, but it was only when his sluggish mind began to clear, that he realized just what that scent was. Forcing himself to sit up groggily, he coughed, blinking his eyes, straining to understand the shapes around him.

[Artemyes]

color1 = #aadddd
color2 = #77aabb
color3 = #335544
color4 = #554455

xxxxxxx♚║ the ＴＷＩＬＩＧＨＴ ❞」
__________________ｓｔｏｒｍ ｓｉｎｇｅｒ
_____________ R I A N _ F L Y N N


★┇ gender ` ║ male
★┇ age ` ║ o15
★┇ prince ` ║ Prince of Scales
★┇ 5"7 ✦ 127 lbs ✦ black ✦ blue ✦ realm

________________played by. Artemyes


《 background × xxx 》
xxxxxＩ’ｌｌ　ｆａｌｌ　ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｋｙ

▰ ▰ The third child, with an older brother and sister, nineteen and eighteen respectively.
▰ ▰ His childhood was rather well off, filled with a lot of the typical childish things, and his parents treated him as equally (sort of) as the others.
▰ ▰ His older siblings were rather successful in all they did, and it didn't really help that age span between them and himself seemed to prevent him from doing much with them.
▰ ▰ As he grew older and older, Rian grew to become rather irritated with his siblings. He can't say it was jealousy, but more of a longing to 'fit' in with them. They seemed to be on an entirely different level than him, not just age-wise, but ability wise as well.
▰ ▰ Cue the doting parents, they thoroughly enjoyed voicing and repeating their eldest children's accomplishment, thinking that surely Rian would feel the same way.
▰ ▰ He did, but it left him feeling with the sense that ... he didn't have to do much, since his siblings were already rather accomplished.
▰ ▰ Frankly, there was nothing else for him to shine in. There was a whole heck of a lot of honor floating around in their family, right?
▰ ▰ When Rian found out the King had died and that he was to be in the King's Game, he was rather shocked. Not just because of the task that was to come, but the death.
▰ ▰ He couldn't help but think, why the hell would he be chosen for the King's Game? Wasn't his brother a better choice?
▰ ▰ Apparently not. But that didn't stop Rian from doing his very very best to show that he did not want to take up the task.
▰ ▰ Bratty, obnoxious, whatever it was, he didn't hesitate to tell his family, his parents specifically how this was a bad idea. It was pointless anyways, right?
▰ ▰ Relenting (not that he had much choice), he resigned himself to it, but he knew from the moment he hung his head in acceptance, that he it would be fruitless.
▰ ▰ Why even bother with too much effort, right? He'd end up getting something for his family eventually, just being a Sentinel...



《 personality × xxx 》
xxxxxＩ’ｌｌ　ｆａｌｌ　ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｋｙ

▰ ▰ Rian is pretty blunt; he can seem like an arrogant guy for 15 years old to be honest.
▰ ▰ He's also incredibly reluctant to do things when he doesn't feel like it; he's a stubborn one, and the more people try to force him, the more moody and rebellious he'll get.
▰ ▰ He has a tendency to ... ignore and run from his troubles, but he won't admit it.
▰ ▰ He's also perhaps not got the best self-confidence, in the sense that he doesn't think there's much for him to aspire to.
▰ ▰ Blunt and arrogant he may be, but rude he is not! Rian knows when to be respectful, and he knows how to be polite!
▰ ▰ He's not actually spiteful of people, and he warms up to others quicker than his demeanor lets on. He just doesn't like to put up with 'bothersome things'.
▰ ▰ Ivan Wilhelm is his hero. Idol? The one he looks up to.
▰ ▰ Maybe too realistic, Rian doesn't put too much confidence in his own abilities; he knows just where he stands with his powers and his control over them.
▰ ▰ He's actually a nice guy, but really awkward about it. He can get embarrassed easily too.

[Artemyes]

This... was just great, wasn't it?

However grudgingly, Rian had gone to the formal introduction on the first day. As per the insistent request of his mother, he'd done his best to make himself look like he at least had a little shred of eagerness to be where he was, but honestly, Rian hadn't been expecting a long winded speech. After that, he'd felt so stiff and sore, and in all honesty, he would have drifted off into the swath of people and away, had it not been for his prince. As if it wasn't bad enough that he'd been stuck standing up there for hours on end, but then he'd been trapped by his prince on the other side; he didn't seem intent on letting his sentinel escape. On that topic too, what a funny prince he'd been paired up with, all enthusiastic and whatnot. Quite clearly, this was going to be a whole lot more difficult than he would have liked.

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The room he'd been provided with was rather elegant, in it's pricy sort of way, which were the thoughts that Rian tried to distract himself with. He'd been forced to sit through yet another lecture within it's rich walls, this time though, one from his father, who'd apparently caught wind (haha) of his attempt to pull a fast one on his prince. "It's your responsibility to support the Prince as best as you can; I don't want to see or hear you doing something so foolish again ..."

Blah. Rian had nodded mutely, as he knew quite well by now that there was little reason or chance that actually arguing back would make anything better. They knew he didn't want to be here, but that didn't seem to count for much.

It was morning now, but he was still bundled in the cozy blankets of the large bed. Moodily thinking back on the scolding he'd received, the Sentinel held little motivation to get up. A part of him reminded him that that was probably not the best idea, especially considering how the first trial was meant to start today; in fact, the only thing that did get him up, was the incessant knocking on his door. "Excuse me, young sir.." One of the servants voice bled through the thick wood.. "I've been told you make sure you are aware of the time in which the first Trial will begin, and to see that you are preparing yourself."

Sliding out of the covers, Rian grudgingly went about preparing himself for the day's events. He wouldn't have been surprised if it'd been his father's idea to call someone to remind him, as if he'd forget. The span of time between the start of the trial and the present was dwindlingly away, yet Rian found himself still lingering in his chamber. Was it nerves? He couldn't really say it was. He was as ready as he could be, dressed with clothing that fit neatly against his lithe form, his bundled blade on his back one minute, then back to the table he stood near the next. Did he want to go? He would have liked to say that his prince could probably handle things on his own, but that wasn't exactly the case, considering their partnership was in place for a reason. What was the use though? He had yet to see the other Sentinels in action, but he knew his powers were just barely average compared to some of them.

Just as he was going about contemplating the reprecussions for taking the window out of his room, there was another knock at the door. Nearly startled out of his wits, he whipped around to the door, a soft curse escaping him. It was almost as though his mind had been read, because when he went to see, it was none other than his prince standing their waiting for him patiently with a smile. Gritting his teeth, Rian took this as a sign that his opportunity to escape was lost. Snatching up his blade, and finally settling onto his shoulder for once and all, he followed the others out. The prince was pretty quick to realize his Sentinel might have thoughts of pulling a disappearing act, he'd give him that. Rian knew he couldn't really do that though, were it to truly come down to it. Despite having just met his prince the day before, he couldn't say he wouldn't feel guilty for leaving the guy in the lurch.

And now here they were. The Trial of Fire.

Trial of Fire it certainly was; already, Rian was feeling an uncomfortableness from the heat that seemed to emanate from their surrounding area. Shifting from foot to foot, his gaze flitted about the area in something of a wary fashion; his family actually expected him to do something about this? A quick glance to Janne told him that they seemed to have varying opinions in regards to the task at hand. A bit taken aback as the prince looked to him with a grin, Rian shrugged, not quite sure there was an appropriate way for saying what he actually felt.

"Well, times a-wasting. Let's get this show on the road! C'mon, kiddo!"

Just like that, Janne snatched him by the wrist and breached the ring around them. Just like that...!? At least in the circle, when no one else had decided to move forward, they'd still been in 'limbo', but now it was definitely on. Hissing to himself, Rian had no choice but to follow his prince, taking care to keep his steps nimble. "This is crazy, you don't just run out into this," he mumbled, though he couldn't really say he knew of an approved way to go about dealing with this situation. "Let me go or we'll fall with you dragging me," By now, having broken the silence he'd been holding, Rian found a nervously excitable tension rising within him. There was no backing out of this now.

But as reluctant as he looked about it, Rian kept his pace with Janne; his attention was split mainly between keeping himself from stepping or slipping into the unpleasantly boiling liquid, and making sure his prince didn't. Janne seemed to have formed some sort of plan together, and it seemed pretty plausible, so at least that was good. Though, that of course, meant delving further into the more precarious areas of this arena, and they still had a ways to go. "I can't make guarantees, but I'll try," he muttered, very carefully nudging Janne away from a spot that looked particularly weak to holding weight.

He... couldn't say he had expected her reaction, to come up to him like that.

Her hands were cold against the natural heat of his body, and he felt acutely aware of where they brushed against his bare skin as she pressed herself against him. If anything, his reaction was delayed, and while the idea of raising a hand to her shoulder again did surface, the moment of this contact too, was gone in a matter of seconds. Akane didn't look back as she dashed off after the servant, and Kazuma found himself watching her retreating frame, and the sliding of the door as it was closed shut. Alone, and strangely more awake than before, a tired sigh escaped his lips, as he looked to the clothing in hand.

[Artemyes]

setting ; slightly futuristic city in the states ??





plot points ;

basics
- human population is mixed w/ those known as Espers.. typically they're able to live peacefully as long as they don't expose their powers (yes that is original), but it's more difficult once they're known and especially dependent on the nature of the power. basically, feared, looked down on, hated, all that good stuff.

- the city has high tech. advancements, especially in forms of 'medicinal' drugs and procedures.


plot pt I ;
- long ago, knowledge about espers and the increasingly strong powers they had began to be more and more prevalent. some were good, some where bad, just about the same as anybody else, nbd.
- in time though, it began to have more widespread attention and with fear that they would be over-turned by these peoples, the government instigated a war with the Espers, claiming they were a threat to the society, etc.
- big fight, with a lot of damage and a lot of Espers were killed (considering how they were grossly outnumbered, blah blah blah ).
- in the end it was like a big slaughter for anyone that showed even a hint of ESP power.
- when it was over, the government went on to erase all records and data, knowledge, etc about the war, as a part of their intention to do away with the inner threat.


plot pt II ;
- basically, as they'd been nearly wiped out, and any ones that did survive or remain definitely went into hiding. the reputation though, as still remembered in the memories of the people who were there physically to witness the event, was that they were evil, bad.
- one day, when the whole thing had really just become something like a story or a hazy memory, a particular person of a particular section of the government came up with an idea. (only government has any access to any files about the genocide of the espers)
- despite the whole plan to wipe them out, there came about an idea of using them to do typical bad guy government things like power up their army.
- by that, it wouldn't necessarily be as using the espers themselves to make them fight, not unless they're sure it will work, so mainly more of experimenting, trying to see how they get their powers and how it works and how to enhance, create, all that stuff, and even add it to normal humans to make THEM strong.
- they came up with excuses for why they decided to suddenly start calling out espers and what they would do.
- 1; they'd deal with the 'threats' of espers that were around
- 2; they'd help the ones that are being bullied, give them a place where they can learn to control their powers kinda thing.
- so the espers that are being taken are either being killed, used in experiments, testing ...

- the people that are in charge of dealing with espers are a specialized unit of the government.
- these are just normal humans, who have been (genetically adapted to be stronger?) / (been trained in using potent drugs to increase their all around physical traits and abilities) / (fma-like replacement??).

THING IS THO;
cue dramatic bigger plot revelation right there.
THAT MEANS YOU CHAOFACE.

- the guy in charge of the experiments and esper- dealings with in general is actually an esper himself.
- through some way or another, depending on the length of time from the war, he was affected horribly by it.
- hid his power incredibly well and worked his way up through the government
- is going to destroy the government from the inside out, but for his own reasons, mainly stuff like revenge and creating the ideal world that he sees (yeah ORIGINAL. OKAY.)


* maybe, if the people need to forget the previous stuff, the government added something within a food source, etc, and from there, using something like a signal, used it to blank out a certain span of time memory wise . people who wouldn't have eaten that particular thing wouldn't have been affected, but that just made them more liable to be killed.

starting point; ??
-massive high level alert call in for some dealings with a wild esper.

℃an I always be вeside you? __________________

[Artemyes]

████ ☀ ████████ _________ a very brief & unsatisfying _ i n t r o d u c t i o n
__________________` the ＤＯＲＭＯＵＳＥ × ⇨ ｃｌｕｂｓ
_____________ ｃ ｅ ｃ ｉ ｌ _ ｌ ｅ ｖ ａ ｎ ｔ


⇨ gender ` × male
⇨ age ` × o２４
⇨ ability ` × Facet
⇨ 6'2 ✶ 165 lbs ✶ turquoise green ✶ black ✶ S-rank

________________played by. artemyes


` the fight × ⇨

Cecil's fighting abilities are certainly nothing to scoff at. Considering a great portion of his life has been dedicated to such things, and with his own natural talent, it only stands to reason that his skills have since become something noteworthy.

His Facet abilities are unique in the sense that he has dominion over two elements, rather than the typical sole element. Of course, despite being capable of controlling both Darkness and Earth, though he has more affinity for the former rather than the latter. As a result, when it comes to using Darkness, Cecil has the capability of using it without actually binding his weapon to a source. It's something that can only be done with concentration though, and there's always a chance that he won't be able to conjure the element as he pleases. On that note too, it can be unreliable at times, with the possibility of not working after an extended period of time. Thus, it's much more easier to bind both elements to their respective weapons to get the most out of his abilities.

For the Earth element, Cecil will bind it with his sword; it's an almost strange looking thing, with a split between the center of the blade, and silvery rings along the thinner portion. That piece is made entirely out of iron, while the rest is made of a mixed alloy. Located on the lower portion of that very piece, is an almost glass-looking orb, in which to properly make use of his Facet skills, he has to put a piece of 'Earth'. It can basically be anything from soil, to a seed, to even a flower, or a gem. Each type has different uses and side-effects on the strength, and another note to make, is that it must be a 'fresh' source. It can't be, for example, a seed that's been out of the earth or its plant too long, or it won't work; living things have more potency than 'dead' things, but gems/stones have more uses. As for the Darkness, Cecil binds this to the pistol he carries; contrast to his sword, it's nothing nearly as interesting to look at. It's just a simple pistol, except that there aren't really any bullets in it. In a similar manner, there is an orb-like structure where the cartridge would be, which is where the source is to be bound. Now, this is a more finicky element, and it only works when the weapon is in the presence of shadows, or if he summons it himself. The bullets are concentrations of the element itself.

Now, despite all, Cecil can't actually use both elements at one time, and when he wants to switch there's a reload time. Simply put, he can't just switch weapons; they're pretty different actually, not just the elements, so it will take at least ten to fifteen minutes to be able to properly use the other weapon, and even then it won't be as potent as it could be. Another thing to note as well, is that Cecil is more attributed to creating damage rather than taking damage; his defenses aren't nearly up to par with his strength. He's also got a weak left side from a previous fight. Of course, Cecil is still a force to be reckoned with, as he can be rather brutal in battles.



` the history × ⇨

The greater portion of Cecil's life, has without a doubt been spent within the House of Clubs. Both his father and mother served in the court, from even before the current WHITE QUEEN came to her reign. His father was one of the most trusted personal guards of the White King at the time, and consequently, this became the reason why Cecil eventually took up the profession he did. As a child, he certainly aspired to be even just a bit like his father whom he idolized, and indeed he did learn a variety of battle skills in the like, during his younger years. The fact that he seemed to have a natural affinity for his own abilities as well, only further spurred Cecil in his training. Certainly, in time, Cecil came to be known for his proficiency and skill.

Now, if Cecil were to be utterly honest, one would find that when his King was married to the WHITE QUEEN, he wasn't as elated as he perhaps should have been. Much like his father, Cecil looked up to the King, whom he saw as a great person and ruler. Yet while he was thankful for the happiness in marriage his King had found, for some reason that Cecil could not place, he found himself somewhat distrustful of the Queen. He didn't want to be, nor did he want to think it was some petty thing either, some childish jealousy, but it was indeed how he felt. What sense did it make though, to tell the King to be wary of his own wife? Thus, Cecil stifled those sentiments, as he continued to grow into a strong and loyal knight of the House of Clubs.

By the time the King passed away, Cecil had already taken up his father's position as one of 'personal guard' to the Royals. Thus, despite having sworn loyalty initially to the King of Clubs only, his loyalties and the title of his master eventually had to shift over to the remaining ruler - the Queen. Intending to fulfill his duties as he'd meant to from the very beginning, to use his sword to protect the rulers and do their bidding. It worked well, for quite some time too, despite all. There came a day though, when the WHITE QUEEN asked something of her soldier, that Cecil simply couldn't do.

What had happened to all that loyalty? Was he not, in some way failing his previous master, who would surely have wanted him to obey her, and his father as well, for rejecting a request? No matter what though, Cecil would not move from how he felt; what the Queen was asking of him was one thing too far. Something he just couldn't do. To say it was a shock - a slap to the face even - when she banished him for nothing short of insubordination, would be an understatement. This was honestly, all Cecil had ever done in his life, and for that one moment of following his heart, or intuition, it was all gone. But still, he would not be swayed from his beliefs. Thus, because he would not resolve to do as she asked, Cecil was faced with no choice but to leave the only place he'd ever really called 'home'.

It was incredibly difficult though, and for more than one reason. Because, when Cecil left, he left his sister behind; WHITE RABBIT. It pained him incredibly to do so, because he was incredibly fond of his sibling, but he didn't ask her to leave with him, as much as he wanted to. He knew, and he'd known all along, just how much his sister idolized the Queen as he'd idolized the King. Wouldn't it be selfish to ask her to go against the Queen, when he was the one who'd done wrong? Because he couldn't really bring himself to do such a thing, to make his sister choose, he left alone. What more was there to do? He'd lost everything, really, and Cecil came to a loss for what to do next.

It was something of a stroke of luck, that the CHESHIRE CAT came looking for a guard for ALICE, wasn't it ...



` the personality × ⇨

Honestly, if there's one person who stands out the most out of ALICE's little group, it's Cecil, and perhaps not just because he looks like an intimidating statue following them. He's a quiet soul, and he doesn't really speak a lot unless spoken to first and even then he has a tendency to at times keep to himself more. It's nothing against those who he's traveling with of course; Cecil is simply more of an observant type. He likes to be aware of his surroundings, and what's going on. As it is, he can be rather quick to catch onto things, and he's clever. He's also got plenty of experience to speak of, from all this time with the WHITE QUEEN. He's loyal like a dog almost - or at least he was, until he got into the issue with his previous master. Cecil likes to think he won't let such a thing happen again with ALICE as his charge now, but he honestly can't tell himself if his loyalties all truly do lie with the girl. It .. does make him feel guilty, but there is certainly no doubt that he will put forth all his effort just like he always has for the time being. He's a dutiful soldier and will do what he must to complete his job as best as possible. Not to mention, ALICE sort of reminds Cecil of his sibling, so he does have a habit of doting on her before he actually realizes what he's doing. Suffice to say, he's actually a pretty kind guy deep down.

likes -
dislikes - disorder, too much loudness, rain



` the truth × ⇨

Even someone as supposedly intimidating as Cecil has his own fears, though; in particular, it's having no purpose. He's never really done anything other than his 'job' now, so he can't imagine what he'd do if for some reason he found himself incapable of continuing to fight. Becoming incapacitated falls with this fear too, and he finds the possibility of losing the movement of his limbs or even a limb itself is very much frightening, at times to the point of freezing. As for general weaknesses? Though it really really shouldn't be, his sibling is one such thing; they've been through so many things together, he can't help it. In turn, Alice, whom Cecil connects with his sibling, tends to have that same affect.

In a manner, which may make Cecil seem like a very sad soul, his only goals are ... to do his job. To protect, to fight. That's it. He doesn't really think he has anything else to do, anything else to strive for. Therefore, his aspirations are much the same. Maybe though, if it were possible to find something else during this journey...

[Artemyes]

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__________________________________________________________________________ thalia ▪ ▫ evans

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"Ariadne!"

The familiar voice had Thalia turning towards its source and returning the embrace. The same person from before seemed to have some sort of habit of staring at people, and they did so again when her friend cut into line beside her, but Thalia paid no mind; the person behind as well, seemed a tad miffed, but she waved off the attitude with a small smile before returning her attention completely to the other female. "Maybe, but probably not by much," she replied, adjusting her tattered yet trusty messenger bag on her shoulder. "I actually got here maybe a little over five minutes ago? The line's moving pretty fast though, thankfully. She smiled amicably, though her stomach would big to differ entirely. As it was though, it'd only be a few moments more before she finally had a tantalizing slice of pepperoni pizza, so it wasn't like she couldn't keep patient a while more.

With the practiced fluidity of a student used to these types of line ups, Thalia took two steps forward when the procession of sorts moved, all the while keeping her attention on Ariadne. Nearly having forgotten the promise she'd made with her friend, Thalia paused a moment, before nodding. That was right, wasn't it? She'd agreed to join Ariadne at the volleyball club she was a part of, even if by joining it meant just sitting in on a single practice. "I did say that, didn't I? Of course I'll come along!" She was glad that she was able to say such a thing for once, as usually, her 'schedule' wouldn't permit such a thing.

In all honesty, Thalia would've loved to have joined a club from long ago. She didn't necessarily consider herself an athlete, but at least.. well, competent enough to be an alright team member. Nothing a little practice couldn't help with, right? Yet considering all she had to do, it hadn't really seemed possible before. In fact, it'd only been as of late, that she'd been actually coming to school on a consistent basis. Her teachers must've thought it was a miracle, each time they saw her walk through the door to their class one consecutive day after the other. How lucky was that?!

In all truth though - self-teasing aside - it wasn't a joke to say that one of her last jobs had been consuming her time, but what had to be done had to be done; it wasn't like she could leave her siblings hungry, or without the stuff they needed, and she'd gotten used the responsibility of it all since long ago. Fortunately though, she'd managed to juggle together a new sort of schedule that seemed to fit (nearly) seamlessly with the rest of the various things she needed to do. It was all much more agreeable, if she did say so herself. "I can meet you after class, that's fine, right? Ah, but ... it's sort of late ... really late in the year to be joining clubs if I could, isn't it?" At this, a sheepish expression crossed Thalia's face, as they moved a few more paces ahead; nearly there... !

Amidst the din of various other students, Thalia swore she heard yet another familiar voice. For a moment, she thought perhaps she'd just misheard, what with so many other voices mixing about, eager to divulge all their stories now that they had the opportunity to do so. Nevertheless, the young girl still found himself looking around, just in case. "Hey, isn't that...? Rahn, and Asher?" She asked Ariadne with an inquisitive look, quite sure she'd caught sight of her best friend as well. It seemed as if they'd been in search for them - Thalia assumed as much, considering the way Rahn was blatantly pointing in their direction. She gave a quick wave in their direction, wondering if they would come over.

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[Artemyes]

http://s1.zerochan.net/600/25/41/1009575.jpg

http://s1.zerochan.net/600/21/05/870271.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/34/48/749934.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/34/45/907284.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/27/43/1077177.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/22/08/1077922.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/08/23/968658.jpg

http://s2.zerochan.net/600/21/39/991971.jpg
http://s2.zerochan.net/600/21/32/986621.jpg


http://static.zerochan.net/full/02/13/685652.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/32/48/597432.jpg


18 - Male - Earthbender - EarthKingdom

- laid back ; "Will you relax ...? You're a bit loud."
- probably somewhat passive aggressive
- reluctant/grudging
- not afraid to retorts
- would rather do things at his own pace


Dara
Eui
Eun
Jun
Min
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/24/49/814974.jpg

http://s1.zerochan.net/600/45/11/1038095.jpg
http://s1.zerochan.net/600/49/39/811999.jpg
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/48/22/296148.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/49/26/936349.jpg
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/28/04/920228.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/32/37/841882.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/45/02/830145.jpg

http://s3.zerochan.net/600/24/49/814974.jpg


POTENTIAL OTHER CHARRIES

http://www.zerochan.net/1071635
http://www.zerochan.net/1054907
http://static.zerochan.net/full/22/20/1033522.jpg
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/00/24/876200.jpg



http://s1.zerochan.net/600/25/41/1009575.jpg

http://s1.zerochan.net/600/21/05/870271.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/34/48/749934.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/34/45/907284.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/27/43/1077177.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/22/08/1077922.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/08/23/968658.jpg

http://s2.zerochan.net/600/21/39/991971.jpg
http://s2.zerochan.net/600/21/32/986621.jpg


http://static.zerochan.net/full/02/13/685652.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/32/48/597432.jpg


18 - Male - Earthbender - EarthKingdom

- laid back ; "Will you relax ...? You're a bit loud."
- probably somewhat passive aggressive
- reluctant/grudging
- not afraid to retorts
- would rather do things at his own pace


Dara
Eui
Eun
Jun
Min
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/24/49/814974.jpg

http://s1.zerochan.net/600/45/11/1038095.jpg
http://s1.zerochan.net/600/49/39/811999.jpg
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/48/22/296148.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/49/26/936349.jpg
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/28/04/920228.jpg
http://static.zerochan.net/full/32/37/841882.jpg

http://static.zerochan.net/full/45/02/830145.jpg

http://s3.zerochan.net/600/24/49/814974.jpg


POTENTIAL OTHER CHARRIES

http://www.zerochan.net/1071635
http://www.zerochan.net/1054907
http://static.zerochan.net/full/22/20/1033522.jpg
http://s3.zerochan.net/600/00/24/876200.jpg

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xxxxREALISTIC | NONCHALANT | RELUCTANT | INSIGHTFUL | EASY-GOING | FLIPPANT
BRAZEN | CONSERVATIVE | INVENTIVE | CLEVER

＊┆x Youngest child of four - elder brother, and two sisters.
＊┆x His father left them when he was seven for his dream, at which point his elder brother took over his job so they could survive.
＊┆x Especially after his father left, he began to fall into the habit of thinking it wasn't worth it to put forth much effort.
＊┆x His brother is known to be hardworking, eldest sister is a great bender, second sister helps their mother with their workshop.
＊┆x As he saw it, it left him with nothing to strive for or do for his own.
＊┆x Despite that, he still practiced his own bending, which became rather good.
＊┆x As he grew, he became adamant to be the exact opposite of his father, who was an ambitious man and whom he began to resent.
＊┆x Mentioning his father became the best way to stop his work progress entirely.
＊┆x Was chosen to take part in the competition, but obviously wanted nothing to do with it; honor means nothing to him.