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At the moment our eyes met, I held my breath.


            xxxxxxx░░ON THE SURFACExxx

              ☆Name: Hana Komarovskiy
              ☆Age: Nineteen
              ☆Gender: Male
              ☆Height: 5'6"
              ☆Weight: 130lbs
              ☆Build: Lean yet athletic
              ☆Hair: Dirty blonde
              ☆Eyes: They change colors

            xxxxxxx░░THE NITTY-GRITTYxxx

              ☆Personality: Serene : Hana is an individual of peace. Peace is always the answer for Hana. He does not like arguing with others, unless he is trying to prove a point. Hana despises violence, though when he must resort to it for self defense she will. Violence is always a last resort for Hana. He often treats others with respect, in order to ensure that peace is maintained. His peaceful nature also marks her as a caring individual. Hana is quite friendly, and finds it easy to make acquaintances with others. Despite the fact that he is usually the shy individual sitting next to the window, he is not afraid to converse with other shy individuals. He tries to bring them out of their shells, instead of focusing on his own lack of social skills. Hana is not as outgoing as other individuals, but he does enjoy going out at times. He helps those in need, even putting their interests before his own. But the disadvantage of his kind nature is that he allows others to push him around. Another major negative attribute of Hana's personality is his paranoid and insecure nature. Hana always worries about the safety of others or his own safety for that matter. He constantly thinks of pointless scenarios that may result if he makes the wrong decisions. Hana is also quite insecure: he is shy at times when it comes to having asocial life. He also fears that working in his current enviornment will make him two-faced, something he frowns upon in people who let fame go to their head. Hana is also quite indecisive, and always agrees with others. This may lead to conflict, since he can never side with one idea. One can say that Hana always resorts to the 'middle ground'. Hana may do this just to seek approval. This proves to be detrimental to his relationship with others, however. Hana will eventually have to learn to trust his friends, and allow them to assist him on his journey in finding his true self.

              Bright : Hana is quite an intelligent boy. He spends most of his time reading when he is not working or running around trying to help. He also possesses high grades in all of his classes even though he takes online courses. Although he is quite paranoid when it comes to school work: he must achieve higher than 95 on all his tests. He is a perfectionist. This proves to be a negative trait, since Hana tends to stress out when studying. Hana is not just intelligent when it comes to school work: he is excellent when it comes to sports as well. Although at times, his decisions do not agree with the decisions of his team mates. This makes him feel quite insecure and paranoid. However, after his experience with a few mishaps, Hana has learned to trust himself and his own decisions more, instead of worrying what others think. But of course, he will follow whatever the higher-up employees decide, but he will repeatedly advise them on any issues they might face, politely of course. One can say that Hana is quite gullible and easily submits to the will of others, depending on the situation. He's not really one to use the word 'no' often.

              Trustworthy : Being loyal is something that everyone in the modern day world struggles to be, but not Hana. It’s those who love him and who he loves that keep him together, always. These people who keep him together would be his friends and family, Hana cherishes them above all. He can't help but to thank his friends by staying loyal to them at all times. Always keeping their secrets, he will treat it as if it’s a secret of his own. Not only does he keep others secrets from his loyalty, he constantly strives to help them in all situations, whether its a personal problem, or giving you a shoulder to cry on when you need it the most, or even just hugging you even when you don't ask. Alas, Hana isn't only just allowing himself to give random acts of kindness and compassion; she's also allowing other's to get close to her which doesn't happen often. But that’s what a loyal friend does! You can always count on Hana. It’s safe to say that deep inside, and plainly on the outside, Hana has a soul of which is tender and affectionate. Despite her somewhat blunt-honest nature, she is truly compassionate and down-to-earth. Known for becoming many peoples crutch onto life, Hana finds pleasure in helping everyone move passed his or her problems. Going an extra mile for her friends is nothing out of ordinary and infact, she's well known for doing such... compassionate things such as: lending a shoulder to cry on, giving you a boost in confidence, or be a good listener and tell you his comforting words. Of course all of this goes quite passed "friendly" and can even be classified as "motherly". Though his gentle spirit suggests that he wears his heart upon his sleeve, truth is, he doesn't. Not very many know that Hana makes a large attempt to bottle up all of his feelings, so that no one will have to feel the burden of him being down or depressed. However, Hana will sometimes give off hints that he is optimistic, because it’s too depressing to be any other way

              Adorable : Hana may be one of the cutest nineteen-year-olds you'll ever see in your life. If you could think of one word to sum him up, cute would be it. You can always find him stuffing his cute little mouth with candy, playing soccer, or tending to other matters. His Ukrainian accent is pretty much to die for, as he says things straight to the point, adding honorific’s, just being completely 100% honest the whole way through. Although Hana is very quiet, his presence naturally draws attention. All of his emotions tend to be very strong whether he's happy, excited, angry, or sad, although subdued. Hana usually reacts to personal attacks pretty strongly, especially if you hurt his pride. Although I guess that to say that he "reacts strongly" is a sort of understatement... just ask anyone else who's recieved his cold shoulder more than once. Nevertheless, he is very friendly if you don't make him upset or worse.

              Perceptive : Call it intuition, but Hana can definitely tell how everyone is feeling at any point in time. Due to being analytical, he finds pleasure in knowing others emotions so that he can help them out when they need it. It's not something he would use to his advantage, but it's definitely something that the young man could use to his advantage, however, that's not in his interest. Its not a bad trait to be blessed or born with, because in all honesty Hana intuition heals him more than it burns him, although he can get into pretty sticky situations because of it. However, Hana allows his intuition to grow with him as a person and because of the fact that he allows himself to grow as a person, his heart grows with him as well, giving him a deeper connection to the world around him and its people. Although he figures it must be annoying for his friends and coworkers to know that he can read them at whatever time just by looking at them for even five minutes or less, Hana uses his intuition to help not scorn. Some might even say that it is almost as if Hana harnesses the power of mind-reading abilities, or just pure empathy. He always seems to know what people may be feeling at any moment in time, whether its happiness, anger, fear, or sorrow. By the simplest means, whether it’s their words, actions, expressions or even their appearance, he can tell how one is feeling. Being aware of a persons attitude or emotions comes with a price, due to knowing how they feel, he truly feels sympathy and always tries his hardest to help them out when he can, its probably why he's so well-liked. Though, not always willing to go up to random strangers and comfort them, Hana tries to do it indirectly. Truly being able to look on the bright side, Hana is seen as optimistic and candid although quiet. Many claim that Hana is one of the very few people in the world who can see what the world actually has to offer, even in the worst possible situations. Knowing that where there is darkness, there is always light, Hana hopes that his own optimism will help to bright up others days. Optimism is the key to leading people into the light!
              ☆Biography: On a cold October evening, the cries of a young baby boy filled a local hospital in Kyiv (Kiev), Ukraine. Andrij Komarovskiy and Raisa Fujiwara smiled at their little bundle. The couple, despite the baby being a surprise, were glad to have been blessed with such a beautiful son. After not much thought, they decided to name him Hana. The name suited him, especially since his hair color resembled that of a lively white flower, and he was quite lively even after birth. Hana would be the flower that brightened his parents' lives.

              Life had been both sweet and bitter for the young couple before Hana's birth. The two had met in Japan. Andrij had been on a business trip for a popular talent agency that he worked for. Raisa lived in Japan, and owned a flower shop. It seemed as if fate had brought them together: one day, Raisa was sent to deliver a bouquet of flowers to the building Andrij had been working in. It is quite obvious what occurred next: the pair met, and it was love at first sight. The two then began to see each other. There was one negative aspect of their relationship: many individuals did not approve of a Ukrainian man dating a half Japanese half Ukrainian woman. It was quite an odd pair: this led to stares from other people. Though this bothered the couple at first, they learned to ignore it. Eventually, Andrij proposed to Raisa, and the two got married in Japan. Soon after, Andrij persuaded Raisa to return to Ukraine. After this, the two began a quiet yet joyful life together, soon before Hana's birth.

              Hana's childhood was quite pleasurable. He grew up in a middle-class family. Hana's home was located at the heart of Kyiv, near a marketplace. Her mother sold flowers in the marketplace, while her father worked as a manager for his own talent company, which had been opened recently. Hana grew and developed the same manner in which most toddlers developed. Hana grew up in a bilingual household, and learned to speak both Ukraine and Japanese when he began learning how to speak. As a child, Hana could not decide which culture he liked better: both were so interesting! He was well known for being both Ukrainian and Japanese: a strange combination. However, this blessed him with great beauty: he possessed bright, blue European eyes, as well as a soft, beautiful Japanese complexion. Hana was well known for his blonde hair: a trait obtained from his father.

              Once Hana began school, he started off as a boy with average intelligence. As the years progressed, he began to grow even more intelligent. Andrij and Raisa taught their son the importance of reading and writing. It was this lecture that triggered his intelligence. He soon began to exceed the expectations of his teachers in school. Hana was not considered to be a genius or anything along those lines: he was just extremely devout and well rounded for his age. And as Hana's childhood years passed, he developed a fascination for myths and history. This fascination began once he read a book about ancient myths around the world (excluding the violent aspects of the civilization, of course). Hana began to play 'Samurai' by himself in his room, and also began to read more and more books about Japanese culture. Hana's favorite book was a book about the various Greek Gods and Goddesses of the ancient Roman culture though. His favorite goddess was perhaps Flora, the goddess of flowers. After all, Hana also had a fascination for flowers: a fascination obtained from his mother.

              At age eleven, Hana began to immerse himself in various sporting activities. After all, it was imperative to have a healthy mind in a healthy body! Hana learned soccer, a sport that appealed to him as he watched the Olympics one day. Hana also immersed himself in Basketball, Track, and Ice Skating. While practicing these sports, Hana also began to learn English and Russian. His mother found it strange that her son loved Japanese more than any other language though. After listening to years of Hana's lectures about the wonders of Japan, her parents finally agreed to bring him to Japan. At age twelve, Hana visited Japan with his parents. The ancient shrines, as well as the tea ceremonies fascinated him. Everything was so elegant! During his trip to Japan, Hana also met his Japanese grandparents for the first time. His grandparents were still surprised by the odd appearance of their grandson for having blonde hair and wide blue eyes, but they loved him nonetheless.

              With all of these blissful events, Hana hardly realized that his teenage years were quickly approaching. Hana had transitioned from Elementary School to High School. Hana's first years in High School proved to be quite rough. He had a hard time transitioning from the sheltered environment of his previous school, to the reality of high school. He was well known in the school for his nationality, though no one dared to mention it. At times, random students would question him on his nationality. Hana got sick of the questions once in a while. He noticed that she was treated differently at times because of his strange nationality. Many of the students began to spread rumors. Apparently, they believed that Hana probably wasn't Ukraine at all. Several months passed, as the rumors began to circulate. Hana had no way to fight these rumors. Instead, he decided to simply become outgoing, and act in a manner that pleased others. Perhaps if he gained popularity (despite the fact that Hana dislikes popularity), the rumors would stop.

              This tactic worked.

              Hana first signed up to join the soccer and basketball teams, and became an avid member of the team. He became known for his speed and grace. Also, the students began to somewhat admire his mixed appearance. They soon began to forget that Hana was not fully Ukrainian, like everyone else. Eventually, Hana even created a team: the dance team. He might as well enjoy himself while attempting to gain popularity, right? Hana began to enjoy himself at school for once, despite the fact that he was acting quite two-faced. He began to speak with the people he disliked, and followed them around like a puppy. At the end of his first year, Hana was even better known throughout the school. It was during the break before the start of his second year, that Hana realized he was no longer himself. Prior to his year at high school, his opinions and decisions complemented his actions. He acted the way he wanted to, not the way others wanted him to act. Little by little, Hana began to regain his old attitude instead of acting like a typical jock. He promised himself that he would act like herself once school started once more. After all, everyone would love his true self, right?

              He was greatly mistaken.

              In order to stay true to his promise, Hana had refused to do the dirty work for his "friends". Hana had also avoided the mean students, and focused on befriending kind students. Although Hana had finally regained his old ways, his popularity was diminishing. At first, he did not mind this, until a popular student addressed him one day.

              "You mutt! You've done my homework last year, can't you do it again?!" A blonde-haired student snarled at Hana.

              "B-But you're good at math...I'm pretty sure that you can do it yourself..." Hana replied, with a sad tone.

              "Pfft, are you kidding me? I have practice tonight! I can't be wasting my time on homework!" The student replied, with a frown.

              Hana then sighed. To survive in the school, he would have to resort to a superficial personality.

              "Heh, I was just teasing you! Of course I'll do it!" Hana replied, with a false smile to the taller boy.

              As the weeks passed, he had no idea that his life was about to change. Aside from his various athletic activities and school clubs he also did ballet on the side at a local studio. One day he was approached by a man after one of his recitals and asked if he would be interested in modeling. Hana had never given the idea much thought for he really had no desire to stand around and have his picture taken. In his mind he wasn't all that photogenic. So he set off the idea for a year and decided to focus more on his dance career and college. But then the rug was pulled out from under his feet. Ukraine's economy dropped drastically and times became tough within the city. Both his parents were having quite a bit of rotten luck in their businesses and soon college was not an option anymore. Hana was forced to drop out and take up a job as a waiter in a local bakery in an attempt to support his family but even that didn’t pay much to put food on the table. That's when he got the idea to move to Japan in hopes of getting a job. From there he would send over the money he made to his family due to their bustling economy. Three months later Hana found himself in what he could only describe as a dreamland as he stood behind the train station wide eyed. Wasting no time he jumped right in to his new life and took up a job at a local cafe while living with his aunt who worked as an editor and casting director. With the money he saved up he started to send it overseas to his family and used the extra pay to take college classes online due to his busy schedule. On his way home one night he walked into a bookstore and stumbled upon OMY! And started to read it out of curiosity not knowing that it was... what it was. Flushing he wondered what his family would think of him. Although at the time he was convinced he was strait as an arrow he began to start purchasing the magazine.

              One day made the mistake of reading it on his break at work. That's when his aunt, Hitomi Fujiwara who had come by to visit, approached him. At the sight of her young nephew reading the magazine she gaped, then a wide smile spread across her face as she plucked the magazine from the unsuspecting boy's hands. Startled Hana jumped and grabbed the magazine back, his face flushed as he began to apologize, begging his aunt not to tell. The middle-aged woman merely tsked the boy and silenced him with her finger as she sat down. Her face dawning a false look of disappointment as she began to scold him. All the while trying not to laugh at the idea forming in her head. Hana could only lower his head as tears welled in his eyes, he was mortified. But then... the woman's trilling laughter filled the air and she soon began to cry, and her ribs began to hurt. A look of confusion befell Hana as he stared at his aunt, not knowing what had come over her. One moment she had been angry and the next she was laughing? What was so funny? Soon her laughter subsided as she flipped through the book and slid it over to him, her finger pointed to a name printed in bold black ink: Tachibana Kou. Puzzled the boy merely blinked, knowing that he was one of the magazines writers but didn't know much about him. Sighing Hitomi pushed her bright red cat-eye glasses further up the bridge of her nose and began to explain that she was the man's editor... much to her misfortune. Quirking a brow Hana wasn't sure what she was getting at as she rattled on about how lazy the writer was and that he would be a mess without her, yet he was talented and did his job well. She then sat back and studied the boy, her eyes moving up and down his body as he sat there, his cheeks as pink as ever now. Why was she looking at him like he was some kind of delicious cupcake? With a snap of her fingers she struck a deal with him, one he just couldn't refuse. If he got him a job at OMY! She wouldn't tell her sister about her son's little secret. Flustered the young blonde could only stare at his loving aunt. Oh she was evil. With a frown he agreed and by next week he was standing in OMY!'s lobby, feeling as if he had been sold his freedom to work as an intern, which meant working for free. Hitomi had encouraged him that he would get a job in no time and would be sending his family enough money to last them quite some time. He's only been in OMY's clutches for a short while and he's gone from modeling to being the hairstylist's intern (because he couldn't stand still) which he doesn't mind. But he can't help but feel awkward at times around so... many... men plus he's still getting used to Japan.

              ☆Crush: A certain someone...
              ☆Likes: Fashion, Singing, Roses, Hoodies, Music, Frilly clothes, Sweets, Coffee, Coffee, Rabbits, Cute things, Horror movies, Animals, Chocolate, Art, Sushi, Blogging, Painting, Sunny days, The beach, Ice cream, Spicy food, Snow, Fluffy things, Fall, Winter, Snow, Rain, Cold weather, Soccer, Ballet, Gymnastics, Blueberry tea, Stuffed animals, Manga, Anime, Baking, Secrets, Pocky, Flowers, Running, Basket ball, Cooking, Sewing, Crafts, Playing the violin, Dancing, Light clothing, and Baked goods.
              ☆Dislikes: Drama, Dirty jokes, Bright colors, Perverts, Being snuck up on, People who pick on others, Spiders, Dirt, Bees, Prissy models, People touching his hair, Stress, Rudeness, Too much work, Arguing, Pork, Beef, People who use others, His aunt tormenting him, Hospitals, Summer, The heat, Large bodies of water, Hospitals, Disorganization, The smell of Cigarettes, Thunder Storms, and Heights.

            xxxxxxx░░ON A SIDE NOTExxx

              ☆Theme Song: Immoral - Utatane Piko
              ☆Other: He can't swim to save his life, he has two dermal hip piercings, he can speak Ukrainian, Russian, Japanese, and English, Oh! And did I mention he's still in denial about his sexuality?
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                        xxx The thick black plastic low quality stereo hissed and crackled to life as upbeat tune flowed through the speakers. The volume dial was completely to maximum…though with the softness of the singer’s voice, gave no fearful jerks of awakening. Waking up in the morning has probably always been a difficult task for a lot of people. And for this particular boy mornings were never his favorite time of the day. Moments after the music cut as the boy’s alarm clock went off blasting it’s horrid shrieking, echoing across the room just as the music had been cut. The young male wasn’t willing to succumb to its irritating sounds. So instead of getting out of bed, he hid himself under the sheets and pulled a pillow over his head, in hopes that it would drown out the sound. Unfortunately, that didn’t solve his problem, since he could still hear it’s sharp yelps. ‘Too early…’ He complained with a grunt following after ‘What time is it anyway…’ the alarm clock was purposely placed far from his reach due to him always pressing the snooze button every time it acted up. Which did not really help him attendance wise, he’s been known to be late for almost everything. Showing up in the clothes he wore the day before and sometimes wearing bunny slippers. Yeah, that’s right he owns bunny slippers, what’s so bad about that? Simply dropping his arm from the hot covers, to the fresh hardwood floor, flopping his wrist around as if it were a fish, the smooth buttons came to. Hana’s lifeless form lay sprawled out across his mattress as he stared through the morning haze clouding his vision. Dark eyes blinked languidly as their owner recovered conscious thought. A moment was spared while he gathered his bearings as he rolled his stiff neck. How did he end up upside down? Shrugging to himself he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned tiredly as his thin body shivered, clad in the plain heather gray and pale pink sheets that were bunched up on his mattress surrounded by stuffed animals. The room itself was rather small with just enough room to squeeze in a small twin bed, a dresser, a television and desk, and a small wooden bookshelf. Tossing the heavy gray comforter and pink sheets from his now shivering body, sweet Hana sat upright immediately, brushing his slender digits rapidly though his hair. Smiling tiredly through the hazy filthy feeling that came along hand in hand with the morning…he gently tapped his bare toes against the floor, secretly adjusting them to it’s freezing welcome. Uttering in-human noises he got up from the bed he’d been attached too.


                        xxx Smacking his lips, forcing a playful echo throughout the lonely, empty room. Standing up quickly, his bottom lip automatically sucked into his mouth causing his fangs to bite into the thick flesh. Holding back from the adorable yelp that wished to scream from the sudden change lacking heat. Unwillingly, the male dragged his a** out of bed grumbling to himself as he moved over towards the hall on his toes. Making his way through the building that was his home. There he stripped. Removing the loose layers of clothing he'd found and scavenged from his bedroom floor. He discarded the white halter-top that had been splattered in black paint, and wiggled down the hall with grunts of getting his pajama pants off abandoning them on the cold floorboards leaving a small trail of clothes. Shutting the door d delicately to his bathroom and stretched his body and let out a yawn feeling every muscle in his body stretch and relax. He stood in front of the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. Silently he noted that a couple of lines were imbedded in his skin due to his blankets being bunched up and there and his hair stuck up in odd places as he leaned over the sink base to stare at himself in the mirror. Turning the tap on, he watched as the water flowed out, before placing his hand in to check the temperature. He scooped up the liquid using both his hands and splashed it over his face, washing away his sleepy expression. As the cool temperature water clashed with that of his even colder hands a shiver ran down his body. Splashing the cool droplets against his face he then stuck his entire head beneath the faucet. Breathing lightly as he felt his feverish worries wash away with the water. It felt so good, even though he typically hated getting drenched in water. The thick layer of sweet sweat that was resting against his skin washed away, leaving behind a clean and new feeling. While his aunt had gone about her morning, and the male had chosen to stay behind and sleep in a bit instead of rising earlier like he did every day. He figured if she was gone then that meant he had more room to move about freely, without worrying about her lurking about, waiting to torment him. He honestly could do without her company although then again it was never a dull moment. His internal clock true to its occupation informed him that he should probably get a move on his day. He didn’t want to be late as he started the bath. He turned the water to an almost scalding degree before stripping naked and getting inside. The intense heat was welcome, as it thawed the ice that seemed to have melded itself to his bone. Choosing to just sink to the bottom rather than sit there and go through the motions as he looked around the master bath people holding his breath and disappearing under the frothy bubbles as something suddenly made a loud thumping noise. After a moment he resurfaced glubbing like a maniac, his eyes wide as he stared at the figure in his doorway. “HITOMI-SAMA!” Glub this, glub that. "Ohayou!" Despite the look on her frightened nephew's face the woman stood unfazed, blonde pink ringlets and all as she beamed at the blonde. HOW LONG HAD SHE BEEN STANDING THERE ANYWAY?! Hana was quite fond of his thin yet athletic figure but having women stare at him made him feel awkward as he dove back into the water frantically to shield himself from the azure eyes framed by bright red glasses. His aunt merely smirked as she muttered to herself about how ‘cute’ he was. A knowing smile crossed her face, as she laughed clearly amused by Hana’s reaction as he began to submerge himself again. “Minasan tanoshinde masu ka?” She asked mockingly before turning away and leaving him to lean his head back and sigh as he finished washing himself.


                        xxx By the way she had looked at him, he knew something was wrong and he wanted to know what. Silently he abandoned the bath after watching the last of the bubbles swirl away down the drain. Wrapping a towel around his torso he gingerly crept back toward his bedroom, making sure to lock the door. Hazardously pulling back on the articles of clothing he'd abandoned for the nude. Strands of his unkempt hair still damp from his trip underwater stuck to his pale cheeks and neck. His retreating figure left a trail of crystalline droplets behind him on the cherry wood floor. The earlier event faded from his mind as the sights and sounds of his surroundings bombarded his senses as he thought back to OMY! The people that worked within the company were appealing enough to the eyes but he couldn’t help but wonder if they had nothing better to do then make passes at the models or even at each other. So he merely watched them in return. During his observations he found that each one was different in some way or another, like all people are, naturally but some were different than other’s personality wise. A game he'd created to pass the time involved counting the differences between the current group of people around him then and the last that had paid him a visit. He associated each look with what he thought they'd act like. It was a silly game, but it was mildly entertaining. Although something in him longed to not watch from the sidelines. No, he wanted to pose and strut and model… but to his dismay he was much too fidgety as they had put it and had ordered him to switch to doing hair starting today. Here his talent was restricted to what they gave him, it was only natural that his palette left much to be desired. The very thought made him wrinkle his nose. He didn’t know the first thing about styling hair, he had given up on that years ago and when he tried to cut his own hair… well that was a nightmare in itself. Instead of trimming it down a bit he had ended up shaving it completely off to on side in some sort of lopsided awkward fauxhawk. It had taken about two years to grow back fully but by then the other side had become overgrown itself. Shaking off the memory he smoothed out his outfit, which had consisted of skinny khaki jeans, a white button-down shirt, a navy cardigan, and a pair of rather expensive tennis shoes that had been a gift from his dear aunt. Buttoning a few of the buttons down his shirt to shyly show off some of the pale flesh underneath he looped a leather belt through the loops of his pants and picked up his messenger bag by the door which held a second pair of clothes, his workout clothes, and a leather-bound sketchbook and his glasses, which he hardly wore. Hitching it onto his shoulder he departed from the room and down the stairs to the kitchen, breathing a sigh of relief that his aunt was nowhere to be found at the moment. Eyeing something brightly colored on the counter he walked toward it and stopped with his pale hand hovered over it.


                        xxx Lifting the fat paintbrush from the red container, which he had accidentally left open all night, his lips began silently moving with the song playing faintly from the stereo upstairs. Inspiring a new unseen image that would be created from pure ecstasy on one of the plain walls. Twisting his lips in various confused formations, the overly loaded brush tilted to the left with the heavy now drooping paint. Marking the side of Hana’s palm with its gorgeous stain. Whipping the so-called sign of affection onto the back of his hands, forcing a blood red handprint to appear on his left cheek. The blonde released a sigh, as the song rang throughout the room. The let down boy released the brush from his grip. Causing the red it contained within it’s hairs, to mix and blend with the other colors that managed to lick the wooden floor below his feet with a rainbow tongue, all in the small action of hitting the floor with a dull thunk as he missed the container. Bending to retrieve the brush he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him. Standing up and setting the brush back down he turned on his heels, his aunt looking a few feet away. “Tch. Watashi wa anata no sono kawairashī atama no ue ni yane o irete, kore wa anata ga watashi o hensai suru hōhōdesu ka? Hana-kun?” The older woman murmured as she pushed up her striking red glasses and smirked, exposing rows and rows of perfect teeth with almost pointed ends. “G- Gomen'nasai…” He stammered nervously as he bowed his head and the turned to check his watch, if he didn’t get a move on it he would miss the train to work. And if he missed the train… he would be very late. “Ni korera o ataeru Kou.” She murmured with an almost cruel smile as she practically shoved the pile of papers into the small blonde’s face. Glancing at them he noticed the pages were covered in red pen scrawled with crude remarks and x’s. “H- hai… Sugu ni.” Pardoning himself he swept by his aunt, bowing again toward her before practically flying out the door. A certain sadness lingered in the air, one that resonated within every room of that tiny apartment. The air was heavy with the drawn breath of an unknown ghost. There was a reason he couldn't stand to be home. Stuffing the papers inside his bag he headed toward the nearest train station on his bike. Pressing by the warm bodies around him he boarded the train and moved to the very back of the packed train as it started to move. He sat back, somewhat 'huddled' in the corner -- huddled being a relative term, as his legs were quite long and often got in the way of things. The male closed his weary eyes and rested his head against glass window for just a second...


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                        xxx Hana jolted from his-almost sleep, nearly banging his head on the glass window. With panicked eyes and a racing heart, he looked all around him, making double, no, triple and quadruple sure that his dream had not been real, that the beastly black creature was not swooping in to gobble him up. Sighing lightly he rested his back against the seat and stared blankly out the window at the blurry faces rushing by, his mind on other things, things he didn’t want to really think about. Pushing the thoughts away as the train started to slow he stood, his feet mechanically moving toward the doors as he walked out, bike and all. From here the building was only a few blocks away so he chose to walk his bike instead. Upon arriving at OMY! Hana passed through the glasses doors, his wide eyes searching for other forms of life, while those he sought out reached their destinations. To be honest he didn’t even really know where to go since he had primarily only been the select parts of OMY! For photo shoots. Having wandered to the opposite side of the company successfully bypassing all other signs of life. His feet moving mechanically as he walked directly to the café and dumped himself into a chair, looking already exhausted with his hair a mess. The hour of the day wasn't even late, and yet he was having trouble keeping his eyes open as he ordered a latte with extra sugar and foam. Coffee, yes, that’s what he needed. Opting to let those searching for him come to him rather than wearing himself out in a chase. Resting now with his back to the glass doors he fished through his bag from his sketchbook and a pencil. He still had some time on his hands to try and unwind before the madness started. His pencil started to sketch a cherry blossom tree swaying the in wind. Thinking about it now the cool drafts on his skin were quite welcoming. Maybe he would go to the park but then again ignoring his current situation would only lead to disaster, he would have to hand over Kou’s papers sooner or later. He didn’t want to relive the catastrophic annihilation of the day-to-day life he now knew. Well maybe he was overreacting but it might be true. Hell, she didn't know anything to prove it otherwise. While mulling over the possibilities involved he lost interest somewhere along the line and started dozing, again. Gosh it was hard to stay awake. This turn of events completely threw off his schedule; he usually slept all through the day and was active at night. Yawning he blinked and eyed the coffee sitting across from him. Reaching over gingerly he took a sip, the scalding liquid spilt over his tongue making him yelp. Fanning his tongue he made a face and decided to blow on the steaming cup instead as he peered out at the people wandering about, models and coworkers alike. Several long moments later the now half empty cup was now simply hanging by five slender fingers that grasped its smooth sides lightly. Fighting with his own will power trying his hardest not to fall into what felt like an endless sleep to only be awoken rudely or worse... fired. Hitomi would not be pleased with him if the later happened. Stifling a yawn he waved over the waiter and ordered a large espresso with a double shot of caffeine, hopefully that would help him. In a matter of minutes he was already downing the espresso was his pencil moved fluidly across the paper, his mind consumed in nothing but the figure taking shape on the paper for time was of no importance to the male at the moment but his minutes were already ticking down.



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{ Cafe }{ Dazed but content. }{ No.One }{ 1. Morning. 2. Are you having fun? 3.I give you a rof over your pretty little head and this is how you repay me? 4. Sorry. 5. Could you give these to Kou? 6. Sure. Right away. }{ Excuse the ugly/huge graphic(s), I'll make them pretty tomorrow. }
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                                        ( ) → N a m e Ashby Céleste Séverin
                                        ( ) → P a c k Bane
                                        ( ) → G e n d e r Female
                                        ( ) → A g e Nineteen
                                        ( ) → R a n k Warrior
                                        ( ) → F a m i l y Louis Daniel Toulson (half-brother), Abel Valentine Toulson (father/alive?)
                                        ( ) → M a t e None - Looking
                                        ( ) → P u p s None


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                                        ( ) → P e r s o n a l i t y On the surface, Ashby appears calm and reserved, having a soft and relaxed appearance. Though she hates confrontation she is in fact of warrior status in the pack, she can stay calm and collected regardless of what's going on around her. She is well mannered and seldom uses harsh words and foul language, especially as it is very hard for her to feel angry towards anyone in her pack, outsiders and rivals should take caution though. Although she may appear distant at times, she is actually practicing caution. She is rarely known to make a move or jump into any new situation without first carefully considering all her options. Taking unneeded risks is of no interest to this wolf, preferring to stick to what she knows and to stay in her comfort zone unless need be.

                                        As you peel back the layers, you will discover that she is a friendly, compassionate and kind individual despite her rough coat and past. For the most part she is soft-spoken and welcoming towards those close to her, she is a good communicator and she hates getting involved into arguments and conflicts, preferring to avoid them as much as possible unless she feels obligated to address the situation. She is quick to understand, has great intuition skills, observes and listens well, and is receptive to new ideas and atmospheres, is able to accept the people around her and the circumstances in which she finds herself rather than trying to adapt them to suit her. However, she is much more concerned with the problems of others than with her own. When it comes to her own problems she’ll patiently wait for them to sort themselves out rather than take the initiative in solving them. She is not the kind of person to share her problems with others, making her rather secretive when it comes to dealing with her own personal issues.

                                        Ashby is a sensitive person — both sensitive to criticism and sensitive to others' feelings. When people criticize her, she cannot help but take it as a personal attack and can become upset, but it depends on how the criticism is worded and who the person is. She is also sensitive to the feelings of those around her, and responds with the utmost sympathy and tact to any suffering she encounters. She is able to put herself into anybody’s shoes with effortless ease, but the down side to this is that he can easily lose himself in the suffering of others. But this ability to empathize, even in the absence of experience with the subject or person involved, gives her an open mind and heart. She will not hesitate to offer a shoulder to cry on, give advice to a person’s problem or even just help an elder with the simplest of tasks. However, don’t expect her to always be there for you. Yet, she can become easily touched by suffering, at least in theory, she wouldn't hurt a fly, maybe an enemy, but not a fly. She believes in people and becomes deeply hurt by compassionless human behavior. However, it is very rare for her to visibly express how upset, stressed and hurt she really is, tended to keep those feelings locked up inside or save them to be used through creative activities. Sometimes she can become moody and when she does she tends to appear totally apathetic to the world. But sometimes not expressing her true feelings can cause her to become ill, it has happened before in the past, especially when she was younger. On the outside Ash may look like a softie, but inside she is actually quite stubborn. She may seem obedient, but she does have enough of a backbone to say no to someone and is certainly not a pushover, as she appears to be. She has had enough experience in her lifetime to realize when she is being taken advantage of. She may look easy-going, but is actually quite cunning, but without having ill intentions. When it comes to fighting, Ash tends to take things into her own paws often taking quick action although she will work in a team for the better of the pack.

                                        She is strong-willed, tending to go about her business quietly but determinedly working towards her goals for herself and for her pack's safety. She doesn’t like creating tension but is able to find other means of getting her own way. She is usually successful in all positions of responsibility, a hard-worker in the things that she does without complaining. However, she sometimes can take on too much and become over-loaded with work without realizing it. Sometimes she even forgets to eat when she gets too caught up in something. Yet, this warrior prefers the company of others and believes strongly in friends and family. She is very loyal and faithful towards those she trusts and tends to give more than take. When it comes to close, personal relationships she can be very romantic, but her natural cautiousness prevents her from settling down or committed straight away yet she will flirt if you show interest. Ideally she would want to be in a relationship with a partner whose mind and spirit echoes her own rather than the body, meaning she wishes a emotional, spiritual and romantic relationship rather than sexual. She hopes to one day find her soul mate, but the pack comes first in her mind.

                                        For Ashby, harsh realities are usually avoided through escapist behavior or self-delusion. However, when reality becomes too much for her, she will make a quick exit to escape from the rest of the world for a while, to withdraw into a dream world where her artistic qualities can bring mental satisfaction. During these times, sometimes he can become self-indulgent with her emotional issues if she has been hurt, involving self-pitying and giving pep talks and such to herself. She cannot stand misery and suffering. Solitude is important to her, but so is the need of other people, so these periods are usually short-lived and even useful for her. If you give Ashby her space, she will come back to reality as her normal self, coming back stronger with her tail and head high, ready to face the world once again.

                                        Overall, Ash may be sensitive, an escapist and secretive, but she is also a very compassionate, kind soul with a big heart.




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                                        ( ) → L i k e s ( ☆ || vintage clothing
                                        ( ☆ || photography
                                        ( ☆ || nature
                                        ( ☆ || singing
                                        ( ☆ || sports
                                        ( ☆ || snow
                                        ( ☆ || ice skating
                                        ( ☆ || baking
                                        ( ☆ || playing guitar
                                        ( ☆ || flowers
                                        ( ☆ || thrift stores
                                        ( ☆ || antiques
                                        ( ☆ || tea
                                        ( ☆ || reading
                                        ( ☆ || running at night
                                        ( ☆ || sweets
                                        ( ☆ || ribbons
                                        ( ☆ || photography
                                        ( ☆ || gardening
                                        ( ☆ || poetry
                                        ( ☆ || winter
                                        ( ☆ || coffee
                                        ( ☆ || light colors
                                        ( ☆ || scented candles
                                        ( ☆ || vintage clothing
                                        ( ☆ || motorcycles
                                        ( ☆ || climbing trees
                                        ( ☆ || french films
                                        ( ☆ || sparring
                                        ( ☆ || martial arts
                                        ( ☆ || dancing
                                        ( ☆ || putting others in their place




                                        ( ) → D i s l i k e s ( ☆ || strong river currents
                                        ( ☆ || ignorance
                                        ( ☆ || those who don't know their place
                                        ( ☆ || loud noises
                                        ( ☆ || guns
                                        ( ☆ || unwanted memories
                                        ( ☆ || weakness
                                        ( ☆ || being alone
                                        ( ☆ || disappointing others
                                        ( ☆ || those who wish to harm her pack
                                        ( ☆ || gossip
                                        ( ☆ || arrogance
                                        ( ☆ || brown-nosers
                                        ( ☆ || questions
                                        ( ☆ || immaturity
                                        ( ☆ || smoking
                                        ( ☆ || being disrespected
                                        ( ☆ || her half-brother
                                        ( ☆ || country music
                                        ( ☆ || bitter tasting things
                                        ( ☆ || dishonesty
                                        ( ☆ || being belittled
                                        ( ☆ || disorder
                                        ( ☆ || tomatoes
                                        ( ☆ || the heat
                                        ( ☆ || death
                                        ( ☆ || traitors
                                        ( ☆ || liars
                                        ( ☆ || cowardliness
                                        ( ☆ || arguing amongst the pack
                                        ( ☆ || misbehaving pups/yearlings/novies







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                                        ( ) → H i s t o r y Ashby Céleste Séverin was born in France from an infamous Romani dancer Adélaïde Séverin. Her father, whom to this day is unknown, is what many would call a one-night stand. There's no special love story here; at the age of eighteen, her mother and her Romani traveling group set off to do a performance in Eastern Europe when she met a charming and young British Casanova. He wooed her and nine months later Ashby was born. She thought she found a miracle when a man promised her a better life in Canada. How unfortunate that she was sucked into a life of drugs and prostitution to gain freedom. That's right, she was born into the life of a Gypsy. Not the greatest place to be brought up. But hey, her dear mother didn't exactly have health care to go to a hospital either. After the tour was finished, Adélaïde returned to France to raise her young daughter, for she would soon take up the life of a modern-day Gypsy. As a child, Ashby performed various shows with her mother and the people in their group. Despite the lack of a father figure, Ashby soon adopted the idea that these strangers whom all had something in common, would be her family; and she took comfort in that. When her mother told her that she would soon face a slightly painful (at first) transformation from beauty to beast, she did not fret.

                                        Her first time was difficult, but she had the support of her whole group, that which she later found out at an early age was her pack. Her mother had been a part of the pack for years and was one of the few most respected wolves in it. Life was hard as a Romani. Typically, they were cast out of society as being different and scarce; like circus performers. Food supply was short, the only thing to call home were traveling wagons and caravans that could fit two maybe three if you really were desperate. Ashby had to offer multiple services to men, all which her mother did at her age as well, to be able to supply some of the necessities in their group. She lived a carefree life of freedom, dancing, sex and drinking with her pack. Well, until local authorities wiped out her family and friends at the young age of thirteen. They were called "a disgrace" and "nomadic"; Roma camps were illegal in most places and often sought out by authorities. When word went around that the illegally performing Romanies were werewolves, anybody too ignorant to understand them was after them. Some were chased out of the country, banned to return again and others were lucky enough to be assimilated. Left to wander the streets under the blanket of night that Ashby received the beatings that came from humans, along with rape and begging on the streets for the little scraps she could get. As far as they were concerned, she deserved it as much as her "whore of a mother" for being of "cursed blood" but Ashby saw it as a gift not a curse. After a year on the streets Ashby quickly escaped to America to find solace in wolf packs that she heard from her mother were possibly still intact.

                                        In any case, a werewolf by the name of Abel Valentine Toulson stumbled upon the young girl searching through a garbage can; he was of cursed blood as well but as a loner. He took the young wolf in and though she presumably wasn't blood-related to him, he treated her like a daughter. Although in truth he had been the man that contributed to her birth. Months later he led her to the town of Hale, a place he had once called home. The young girl began to question the older man after picking up the scent of something all too familiar to her. With his dark gray gaze pinned upon the young wolf in front of him he merely ruffled her hair and smiled in a tired manner. Setting his hands on her slender shoulders he spoke in his soft manner, his breath smelling of clove cigarettes as it hit her face. "You'll be safer here." He claimed, his dark gaze turning away from her as he spoke softly to her in French, urging her not to cry. The young wolf embraced the other, burying her face in his flannel shirt as she sobbed. As the man stroked her hair he spoke in a hushed voice to the Alpha about the child yet his words fell on Deaf ears to the girl as she held onto him for dear life to only he pried away from him delicately. With one final look to the man she had once called father she watched him shift into the pelt of a Tundra wolf and disappear into the surroundings woods to never be seen again.

                                        Hoping to regain what was lost in her childhood and adolescence, she fearlessly became a member of the Bane Pack and took the role of becoming an Outsider and then Pack member. Although it is possible to rank up from being a simple pack member with training, Ashby decided to stay in the background, simply by choice. Taking care of others is much like home in the Roma camps with her previous pack where everyone took care of each other due to the lack of resources. It was her responsibility to lick the wounds of the injured, bury the fallen. But slowly as the years passed on she started to train to become a strong Warrior, determined to prove herself to her pack. Although she was left heartbroken from her father leaving; it seemed as though her life was like a broken record, constantly repeating history as more troubles befell as the years passed. She was comfortable, and then the Cheveyo Pack attacked them. That would be the first time she ever laid eyes on her half-brother, a snow-white brute just like she. Some of her brothers and sisters were killed and she could not bear the thought of being related to someone of the Cheveyo Pack. This would not go unpunished, she promised herself. She would do anything possible to get back what she had lost and to help regain the confidence and fearlessness the pack once had. And although the fighting has ceased she still holds a strong resentment toward those of the Cheveyo Pack. It is not always outwardly shown yet you can sense it rolling off her or displayed in her gaze. Yet, she will work alongside them if need be. Her remarks toward those of the opposing pack that approached her were cold and clipped. She looked at the world around her through new eyes and what she saw, how she saw it, was frightening. Every detail was so precise, the memories flooded back to her as she gazed around at some of the faces that had killed her family, some of which had attacked her. With this she decided that protecting her pack was her only sole priority now. Not love, nor lust or money for none of it mattered to her anymore. But still to this day she doesn't trust those of the Cheveyo Pack and certainly not her half-brother Louis Toulson, or humans of course. But for now she's more than content with just being in the background, helping behind the scenes and mending what is broken here and there yet all the while she is keeping herself on the lookout for any threats that may make themselves known. Just don’t let her innocent smile fool you, she’s a fighter.



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                                        ( ) → N a m e Louis Daniel Toulson
                                        ( ) → P a c k Cheveyo
                                        ( ) → G e n d e r Male
                                        ( ) → A g e Twenty-Three
                                        ( ) → R a n k Provider
                                        ( ) → F a m i l y Ashby Céleste Séverin (half-sister), Abel Valentine (father/alive?)
                                        ( ) → M a t e None - Looking
                                        ( ) → P u p s None


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                                        ( ) → P e r s o n a l i t y Self esteem and or confidence is not a problem with Louis, when his mind is locked on something he won't waver from it. When he's sure of something he does it and he won't dare doubt himself because doubt contaminates your success or so he says. Despite being able to tend to others insecurities, he doesn't have much that clutters his worry stash, unless it's about the pack. His confidence might even be classified as a level of arrogance at times because he thinks what he is doing is always right despite what others say to him, unless they are Alpha. A little stubbornness is recognizable in what he does as well, but at least he's not a doubt ridden stick-in-the-mud. It's nearly impossible to sway his thoughts and he's passionate with his ambitions. Although he is rather self-concious at times. Yet, if he seems introverted, it's best not to take it to heart. Lou just chooses to keep to himself at times. While it was quite a while ago that he endured the life he did, he still recalls the fear and pain that engulfed him, and he's come to think that it's better to stay a distance away from others, lest you wish something to happen to you. That's usually how it works, isn't it? People can only hurt if they interact. He tends to keep his personal worries and doubts to himself, though he's quite aware that that does nothing good for him. Still, that is how he acts, and even when it comes to reactions to things, one can see they're somewhat subdued at times. Not that he doesn't have feelings of course! They're all just bottled up tightly inside so no one can see or get to them. He's secretive though, because he wishes to keep those he cares about out of problems and misfortunes. He has something of a stiff and serious demeanor when he needs to, but around the younger members of the pack he tends to settle into a playful manner although in times of danger he can be very protective. Yet, he's taken on a distant mask around the other members though, keeping to himself more than interacting with the higher ups or other members. In a way, it's his most robotic aspect. Yet, he's very polite, to those who deserve his respect and he has an aura of collectiveness about him unless you cross him of course. Although then again we act differently around others, no? Louis doesn't like to except help very often from others and likes to handle problems on his own unless he sees it fitting to work as a unit. It is probably his most childish point. But in his opinion he has to be this way to be in a world like this, he can't possibly accept someone's help for he could be seen as weak, and he hates that more then anything else. He's a Provider for godsakes! Which is why he tends to hide his true self from others. He's the type of guy who puts the safety of others before his own, regardless of the conditions. Sometimes even for those he's not too keen on or even strangers. At rare chance he is in a fight one will never hear him scream in pain if he can help it- maybe cussing though. Though in a strange way, that stubbornness links back to his sensual character. On certain days, he will obey almost anything he is told…though on other days he tends to let things out in one ear and out the other, that normally triggers the stubborn dog within him. It's just how he is. He is also a good listener, when he wants to listen that is. Which makes him the perfect person to talk to when one has a problem. Combining all his attributes. When he notices when someone's upset, he remains calm, and goes to handle the problem, unless told not to. Also, don't try covering up your emotions from him. It won't work, for many have tried and many have failed to deceive him. Humans are an easy read for him as well as his fellow pack members. Plus, it's not like he can read or mind or anything... or can he? He does have an Eidetic Memory however which is the ability to recall images, sounds, or objects in memory with extreme accuracy and in abundant volume. Anyway, maybe you don't get why this would be considered a great defense? Lets put this in perspective. He has one of those rare memories where he can recall nearly every day of his life in excruciating detail, save the time he was in emotional distress. Can you guess what this means? He can recall the movements and habits of both his pack members and his enemies as displayed on the battlefield... See where this is going? Even if he's not watching the enemy, he can incorporate a predicted reaction into his strategy, depending on the reactions of each individual as displayed in battle or conveyed to him through plain observation. It also makes him an extremely skilled human- werewolf recorder - useful for remembering things you don't want to forget. But if there's one dominant aspect of his personality, it's his level-headedness. He's not the type to get riled up or agitated easily, and in fact, it's quite difficult unless you really push him. Although that wouldn't recommended unless you want a good bite to the muzzle or flank. This makes him quite fit to take on the role of Provider, for he is able to keep cool under dire situations, thus allowing him to think clearly for the next best course of action. In this same way, he is also very open to different ideas and different views or perspectives. It's quite truly what made him such an adept learner. On the other hand- paw though, it may also be something of a liability. Why? Well, given the proper argument, or at the very least a convincing talk, he could likely be swayed in his opinions but that his also rare. Not all his opinions and beliefs of course for their are cores that cannot be moved, but it's enough to say that he doesn't limit himself to only one train of thought. There are, after all different perspectives of all that occurs in the world. One could say Louis has stuck with his head in the clouds, he's a dreamer no doubt there but he does think logically, realistically and in a down to earth manner. In the words he's always keeping the he worst-case scenario in mind (for there's always a chance of it), although for the most part he lives for the moment in his happy-go-lucky manner.


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                                        ( ) → L i k e s
                                        ( ☆ || Smoking
                                        ( ☆ || Playing Piano and guitar
                                        ( ☆ || Star gazing
                                        ( ☆ || Snow
                                        ( ☆ || Soccer
                                        ( ☆ || Piercings
                                        ( ☆ || Tattoos
                                        ( ☆ || Tea with vanilla
                                        ( ☆ || Cooking
                                        ( ☆ || Baking
                                        ( ☆ || Dark coffee
                                        ( ☆ || Working on cars
                                        ( ☆ || Watching after the pups
                                        ( ☆ || Vintage cameras
                                        ( ☆ || Bonfires
                                        ( ☆ || Storms
                                        ( ☆ || Reading
                                        ( ☆ || Writing
                                        ( ☆ || Painting
                                        ( ☆ || Drawing
                                        ( ☆ || Art museums
                                        ( ☆ || Sweets
                                        ( ☆ || Men
                                        ( ☆ || Women
                                        ( ☆ || His leather jacket
                                        ( ☆ || Acoustic music
                                        ( ☆ || Swimming
                                        ( ☆ || Camping
                                        ( ☆ || The smell of books
                                        ( ☆ || Black and white films
                                        ( ☆ || Baked goods
                                        ( ☆ || Soft pretzels
                                        ( ☆ || Watching humans (he finds them interesting)



                                        ( ) → D i s l i k e s
                                        ( ☆ || Conflict
                                        ( ☆ || Rudeness
                                        ( ☆ || Pretentious bitches
                                        ( ☆ || Pretentious anyone, for that matter
                                        ( ☆ || Anyone threatening his pack
                                        ( ☆ || Seeing the young ones upset
                                        ( ☆ || Rejection
                                        ( ☆ || Feeling stressed
                                        ( ☆ || His half-sister
                                        ( ☆ || Nightmares
                                        ( ☆ || Past memories
                                        ( ☆ || Computers
                                        ( ☆ || Cellphones
                                        ( ☆ || Messy spaces
                                        ( ☆ || Homophobes
                                        ( ☆ || Cats
                                        ( ☆ || When people tell him how to live his life
                                        ( ☆ || The smell of blood
                                        ( ☆ || Rap music
                                        ( ☆ || Loud noises
                                        ( ☆ || Guns
                                        ( ☆ || Needles
                                        ( ☆ || Hospitals
                                        ( ☆ || Cleaning up after others
                                        ( ☆ || People invading his space
                                        ( ☆ || Betrayal
                                        ( ☆ || Liars
                                        ( ☆ || Traitors
                                        ( ☆ || Violence




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                                        ( ) → H i s t o r y Most people would say that Louis was a lucky kid growing up. Although, he would have to disagree with them since the luck they refer to is good. He would say that for the first part of his life he had nothing but bad luck. Born on Christmas day he grew up in the Bane Pack. His mother was a healer in the pack and nurse at his public school and his father was a well respected warrior. His mother was both gentle and affectionate, thus teaching her son too to be pacifistic and kind to any he should meet, even if they were from a rival pack. Although his father was very serious and commanding, always displaying nobility in the pack and respect toward the higher ranks. Lou was never afriad of strangers and didn't make a fuss about school or when his parents went out for days at a time for pack reasons. He was well loved by his packmates but all the same, he wasn't especially popular at school. Now, that doesn't sound so bad now does it? Well, that isn't the while truth. At the tender age of seven his father suddenly disappeared and you could say his mother took her anger out on him. In public she acted like such a lady, she would praise him and treat him so nicely. But when they were at home she would not even look at him, if she did disgust would rid her face for every time she looked at him she saw her husband. At times she would send Louis away to his room to be forgotten when she was dealing with an injured pack member or pack business. It was like he was a mistake or that she never really wanted him, but in fact she was scared and sad inside. The boy grew to slowly hate her and he craved for a piece of motherly affection. He wanted someone to hold him and at times he wished that his life was just perfect. If she would have just showed some affection in her eyes or maybe even held him he would not have been so bad. He was just a boy craving for his mother’s affection. He tried his best to make her happy but it never seemed to work or it was never good enough. There was no pleasing that woman and he finally gave up hope. He had planned to leave that dreadful place one day when he was older but a turn of events held him back.

                                        He had packed up most of his clothes and a few belongings and had them in an old satchel ready to go. But he was going to give his mother one more chance and if she messed up he was gone. Then she met him and he changed everything. He was so nice and caring that she soon forgot all the anger she had for Lou and her missing husband. She would spend more time with her son and her new mate, a hunter, who actually seemed to like him. Louis truly did think that she must have been using this 'replacement father' to keep him close. She went as far as baking him cakes and pies. Louis really could not feel the love but if they were to become mates and get married then maybe he would find the love he was looking for in his mother. His bad luck seemed to be coming to an end and he was so happy. He threw the bag he had packed away deep into the closet to be forgotten as his new life began to take hold. It was going to be complete in a matter of days since they were going to get married. But did he really want to except this man as his father? Feeling scared inside her ran away deep into the woods and for a while he went missing. Since he was such a dedicated student and member of the pack and people were used to seeing him everyday, and so they searched for him but came up with nothing as his scent disappeared into the river. Presumed dead his mother fell into grief and so did the pack until he returned a year later, his shaggy hair had been cut and shaved on the sides, he bore many scars and strawberry gashes and the light in his eyes had dimmed. Needless to say, the pack were curious to know what had happened to the young Novie. His mother simply wanted the matter to disappear due to the embrassing appearnce of her son so she just ignored the fact that he had left altogether and fed the school a crafty little lie that he had gone to visit his father.

                                        The kids didn't accept the lie as readily as the parents so they teased and taunted Louis into submission. When he wouldn't give in, they beat him more. Truth was that suffered an 'accident' as his parents called it. The wounds were not initial but he had severe gashes all over his backside, arms and scattered over his legs so he stayed at the hospital for treatment. He took counseling, physical therapy and ran tests during those months. When he came back he was tired and weak still. The beatings led to more injuries, due to his still fragile condition, which led to more suspicion about the family and the werewolves. Rumors circulated and parents threatened to call in child services to investigate, suspecting that abuse was the cause of the injuries. Child services harassed and pestered them for months about their activities and relations, asking them to call in people to support their statements. After that he was home-schooled but his school life never improved, even when the charges were dropped against his parents. The kids still taunted him, insisting that his parents had beat him on purpose or that he was some kind of freak. Oh how he hated them. The whole ordeal was rather messy and from then on it only worsened.

                                        In the midst of April around midnight there was a bad storm outside and the rain was pouring down and he could hear them yelling at each other. Then there was the sound of breaking dishes as he crawled out of his bed. Carefully Lou opened the door slowly and walked towards the kitchen. He noticed that there were some glass on the floor and then he heard a scream come from the front of the house. He walked towards the front slowly and there she was laying on the floor. Blood was forming around her slowly and he stepped out of the house slowly. A handgun laid not too far from her body as Lou walked over to her slowly. He looked down at her face and she looked up at him, there was this look in her eyes that he had never seen before. He did not really know how to feel right then. Should he be happy that she could not hurt him anymore or should he be sad since his mother was gone. He heard footsteps coming back towards the house and Viktor, her new mate, was standing in the doorway but not as a human... instead he was a large black wolf with snarling jaws. Before he could think he turned on the murderer and shifted, in a blur of white his strong jaws ripped through the other like he was nothing. From that day on he swore to become a Pacifist, only fighting for his self defense even though he was happy that the man was dead. Once he was sure he was dead Louis broke through streets and disappeared. That night he didn't sleep he just laid in the cover of darkness too scared to move until the next day. From there he started to travel from town to town, although he never stayed too long. You can only keep a story going for so long.

                                        After living in the city for several years he wanted to get off the streets so he worked three jobs day in and day out till he acquired enough money to put him through a trade school. He studied as a hair stylist till he was able to go out on his own. After that he went on to work at several salons then ended up working in a tattoo parlor. Things were turning around for him as he spent his days tattooing and business was good as the years went on. Not to mention he gained a lot of information from working in such places. Although, he never did run into the wolf that was his real father but he did catch wind of a pack forming one day when he was working, it's amazing what heightened senses can do for you when the drunkards slur. Seeking refuge with others like himself the young Louis at nineteen tracked down the Cheveyo pack's location and soon joined the pack starting out as a mere outsider then he slowly rose to Provider status, which he was more than satisfied with. That way he didn't have to fight unless it was to protect the pups. Although one thing that he can't outrun is the day the fighting started. That's when he came face to face with a she-wolf warrior that smelt of his blood, after that it didn't take long to put two and two together. But in the midst of fighting you can't exactly think too much, casting a glance back at the white wolf he quickly herded the pups away into the forest till things died down.

                                        But when things started to slow and the tension dwindled he began to fall into his old habits again but instead took he up a job at both the Automotive Garage and Daycare for a while until he decided to solely work at the daycare due to the fact that Bane pack sees him as a traitor although some tolerate him given his past. From time to time he catches a glimpse of a friendly face or a pair of glaring eyes at which he'll smile all the same. Aside from working on cars or sketching Lou can be found looking up at the stars from the roof. The stars are beckoning symbol of hope in the dark life he led. Still bearing the scars across his body and a gunshot wound in his left shoulder that was left by a human on his adventure he has tried to cover them with detailed white tattoos ranging from a cross on his shoulder to the crescent moon on the inside of his right wrist. Although these events happened mainly in the past he still rosses and turns at night or wakes up screaming from his nightly terrors of that awful night when he left Bane pack behind. Nowadays he hardly gets little to no sleep often seeking out mass amounts of caffeine. Who can blame him after what he's seen? He hasn't exactly been the same ever since the death of his mother to say the least although he has kept the same Pacifistic views he has always valued. Although somewhere in his heart howls a leader just waiting to burst forth. In fact one day he dreams of becoming the Iota of his pack.





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                                        ( ) → O t h e r
                                        Wolf form
                                        Bedroom
                                        Jeep Wrangler Ultimate
                                        Theme song

                                        He's Bisexual and open about it, yet he doesn't draw attention to it.

                                        He has 27 white tattoos on his body, including the inside of his lip that reads 'truth'.

                                        And he has a total of six piercings, 4 on his hips, one on his left ear and he has his tongue pierced.



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                  █⋮ PLEASE WON'T YOU ♛ .PUSH ME FOR THE LAST TIME !!
                        L E T S XX S C R E A M XX U N T I L XX THERE'S XX N O T H I N G XX L E F T XX W E ' R E XX D O N E XX W E ' R E D O N E xx x x
                            you want a martyr i'll be one xxx you want a martyr i'll be one xxx you want a martyr i'll be one
                            you want a martyr i'll be one xxx you want a martyr i'll be one xxx you want a martyr i'll be one
                            you want a martyr i'll be one xxx you want a martyr i'll be one xxx you want a martyr i'll be one

                              ◞Y O U, T O L D; ME THINK ABOUT I T
                          x WELL I DID XX NOW I DON'T WANNA FEEL A T HING ANYMORE x
                          x I'M TIRED OF BEGGING FOR THE THINGS THAT I WANT XX I'M OVER SLEEPING LIKE A DOG ON THE FLOOR x

                            x x x ◞ THE THOUGHT OF YOU'S NO ******** FUN !!


                                                    xx LOUIS TOULSON X THE X CHEVEYO X PROVIDER
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                                                    pewpewpewpewpew FO R G I V E xx M E xx L U P E N

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                BAMBAMBAM " SPEAKING HUMAN " xx " SPEAKING WOLF " xx ' THINKING ' xx OUTFIT xx LYRICS
                x x x ◞IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY !!
                    BLOW THE SMOKE xx IN DIAMOND SHAPE XX BLOW THE SMOKE xx IN DIAMOND SHAPE XX BLOW THE SMOKE xx IN DIAMOND SHAPE XX BLOW THE SMOKE
                        i know you well but this ain't a game◞★
                          COME XX AT XX ME XX COME XX AT XX ME XX COME XX AT , XX ME XX THIS XX IS XX WAR XX T H I S
                          IS XX WAR XX THIS XX IS XX WAR XX COME XX AT XX ME , XX THIS XX IS XX WAR XX FORGIVE XX M E

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Naomi Lydia Harnage Newland
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Twenty-Five
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“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”

x x x WHAT MEETS THE EYE. x x x

I am called Naomi Lydia Harnage Newland.
You can call me Nana, Mimi, Nami, or Naomi. Although I'm open for new nicknames..
I’ve lived for Twenty-Five years.
You should be able to see that I'm a Female.

x x x GIMME, BABY! x x x

☀ Playing guitar
☀ Art
☀ Baked goods
☀ Motorcycles
☀ Cars

x x x TAKE IT AWAY! x x x

☁ Spiders
☁ Blood
☁ Past memories
☁ Stress
☁ Being judged

x x x TALK ABOUT ME x x x

Naomi is an individual of peace. Peace is always the answer for Naomi. She does not like arguing with others, unless she is trying to prove a point. She despises violence, though she gas learned that in times of crisis defense is nesscessary. Therefor violence is always a last resort for her. She treats others with respect, in order to ensure that peace is maintained. Her peaceful nature also marks her as a caring individual. She is quite friendly, and finds it easy to make acquaintances with others. Despite the fact that she is usually the shy individual sitting next to the window, she is not afraid to converse with other shy individuals. She tries to bring them out of their shells, instead of focusing on her own lack of social skills. Naomi is not as outgoing as other individuals, but she does enjoy going outside. She helps those in need, even putting their interests before her own. The disadvantage of her kind nature is that she allows others to push her around.

On the surface she appears shy and quiet due to she always feel uncomfortable when around strangers or people she does not know very well. She does not give herself away easily and is sometimes mistaken to be cold on the surface. It is difficult for her to open up and have a close emotionally fulfilled relationship with someone because she is so closed off emotionally to the world. This is driven by her fear of trust; Naomi has a difficult time trusting people. This causes built up anger and resentment inside, she can have a negative outlook on life, thinking that life is just too hard and miserable. She becomes skeptical of people and her surroundings. Yet, she is full of shocks and surprises and will hardly let you know what her motives are. She doesn't trust people easily, not until she has scrutinized each and every aspect of their personality. In fact, she is constantly criticizing everything and everyone around her, even her friends. She's probably more harsh than necessary in most cases, but if they won't shape up, then they'll never improve as people or so she says. This attitude she claims is being 'realistic', but 'pessimistic' is more accurate. To be fair, her blunt, judgmental approach has helped avoid plenty of dangerous situations. However, once she trusts you and makes you her friend, nobody in this world can sway her against you.

Beneath the detached, quiet exterior lies a kind-hearted friend that will go out of her way to help another although she is seemingly Bipolar switching from one mood to the next. She is very unusual and is always full of excitement. Though Naomi has her bouts of solitude, she will soon be back to her normal self again. Just remember not to disturb her when she wants to be alone. Ignore her and she will come back again, all happy and cheerful. Rarely is she ever not compassionate towards her loved ones, although at times she is willing to give them anything they want without a question. But Naomi is extremely loyal to those who appreciate and support her; she is a nurturer and will protect and cherish the person for a long time. These people can lean on and depend on Naomi; she will listen to people's problems and help them, if she's in the mood to. However she will rarely express her own deep feelings to anyone. People who want to share deep emotional thoughts and opinions with her might feel that the scales are tipped on one side, for she will rarely reveal her true, deep feelings. She dislikes commitments of any kind for the most part. However, once she has made it, she will stick to it fully. She gives her opinion very frankly and will stand by it, but never ever try to force them upon anyone unless she feels like she should. But in return, don't every dictate how she should live her life. Once Naomi has made up her mind, it is difficult to move her. She is quite an intelligent girl. She spent most of her earlier school days studying. She also possessed high grades in all of her classes once she graduated high school and college. Although she is a perfectionist. This proves to be a negative trait, since she tends to stress out when things don't go her way. She is not just intelligent but she is excellent at strategy as well. She tries to persuade her friends and loved ones to make the right decisions. However, she tends to incorporate her desire for peace in all of her advice. But at times, her decisions do not agree with the decisions of others. This makes her feel quite insecure and paranoid. However, she is learning to trust herself and her own decisions, instead of worrying about what others think. Of course, she will follow whatever her friends decide, but she will repeatedly advise them on any problems they might face. One can say that Naomi is quite gullible and easily submits to the will of others, depending on the situation. yet, she has an extremely good concentration power. Even though it looks as if she is not even listening to you, she can repeat each and every word you said. She doesn't have a good memory, but she seems to know everything that is to be remembered including her surroundings. Not to mention her observational skills which have helped time and time again. She will strategize and will think through most actions and, though hot-blooded by nature, she will hold herself back if she sees that it's not advantageous for her. Though she appears to be courageous and logic defying in some cases, it's more likely that she's seen an approach that hasn't been acknowledged. Being able to deduce things and apply what information she gets is one of her greatest strengths; though there are times when she really does ignore the logic in order to follow after her frustrations yet there's always a reason behind it. Since it makes seeing things clearer for her. Although it's not hard to tell that she has a lot of emotional issues to deal with but once she overcomes this large hump of shyness and insecurity, there is practically nothing she can't do. She also dislikes interference by others, however helpfully intended, and will accept it only on her own terms. However, once she has found someone who she feels is worthy enough of her love and friendship, she becomes a very loyal friend to have and even ready to sacrifice everything for her loved ones and she will be faithful to them for life. However, she is sometimes disappointed emotionally because of her own high personal ideals causes her to demand more of others than is reasonable. But once you have managed to befriend her, she becomes more comfortable around you and open, revealing more of her personality.

A major negative attribute of Naomi's personality is her paranoid and insecure nature. Naomi always worries about the safety of others more than her own safety. She constantly thinks of pointless scenarios that may result if they make the wrong decisions. She is also quite insecure as stated above: she is shy at times when it comes to social life. She is also quite scared of what others may think of her and her lifestyle. In a nutshell she is complex, fragile, unpredictable and moody. Secretly she needs to be needed. Even when all needs are satisfied, she can be irritable and cranky. Another side of her is that she can be very childish, having wild mood swings and possible temper tantrums if pushed far enough. She can become easily offended and will sulk and wallow in self pity for a long time when she gets hurt. It can be difficult to know just how sensitive to criticism she is, simply because she hides it so well! When her character or behavior has been criticized, she tends to dig in her heels and keep right on doing it. She fully expects others to accept her exactly as she is, or she doesn’t have much use for them in her life. She is also a bit of a daydreamer and not always in touch with reality, often having her head in the clouds as she is thinking about something or other, mostly during classes or when she is bored. Because of this she can become quite clumsy, sometimes falling over her own two feet or bumping into people or object and is accident-prone when she isn’t paying close attention. She is also quite indecisive, and always agrees with others. This may lead to conflict, since she can never side with one idea. One can say that Naomi always resorts to the 'middle ground'. She may do this just to seek approval. This proves to be detrimental to her relationship with others, however. Yet, in time Naomi will eventually have to learn to let go and ignore what others think of her regardless of what they think.

x x x THIS IS MY JOB, DAMMIT x x x

I'm a lot of things when you think about it. I'm a mechanic, a self proclaimed artist, a muscian, a lover and a home maker. But my profession comes first before anything else. I'm a museum director for a local art museum. So, things can get really stressful in my life. S

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Naomi Lydia Harnage was born in Warsaw, Poland from an aspring musician Adélaïde Isabel Harnage. Her father, whom to this day is unknown, is what many would call a one-night stand. There's no special love story here; at the age of nineteen, her mother and her band set off to do a performance in around Eastern Europe when she met a charming and young British Casanova. He wooed her and nine months later Naomi was born. How unfortunate that she was sucked into a life of drugs and prostitution, not to mention she was born in the backseat of a taxi. That's right, she was born on the road. Not the greatest place to be brought up. But hey, her dear mother didn't exactly have health care to go to a hospital either. After the tour was finished, Adélaïde returned to Bristol, England to raise her baby. But after a fatal car crash and the death of her mother the infant was sent to an Orphange. Her mother's last dying wish was for her to be told her birth name and to presue her dreams, whatever they may be. The small infant was well looked after and loved at the orphange until she was adopted by the Newland family. But babies are expensive – everyone always warns of this but the family wanted her anway. This is her story, her life. Their family was a picture perfect one. The mother was happy at home, teaching the young male what any child should know, reading him stories, performing every duty a mother was suppose to. Her husband worked quite a lot being a man of the military, but he was faithful, and they were truly a blissful pair. And even when news of travel came, there was little joy to be found between the moves. Savings held out until the second child was born, but babies are expensive – everyone always warns of this. But the loved the child regardless.

Both parents once again started working, and for the infant years of the young girl’s life, she was watched in daycares or under the watchful eyes of her mother. The baby, was not what most would call normal. She cried very little, didn’t play well with others, and for some strange reason, stared at people with her bright, blue eyes, their hues shifting from the deepest blue to being ever so slightly green-blue. She seemed to quickly become under developed – she wouldn’t speak so much as a word, despite being past the normal age to at least say ‘mum’ and ‘dad’. In fact, the only person she acted like a normal child around was her brother: a cheerful young child now age 4. He would go to the same daycare after school until their parents were done with work, and he would get permission to play with her. Whenever he was around, Naomi would smile and laugh, just like a normal baby should. And, soon enough, one day, as her brother left her in the morning, being taken to school by their mother, she started to cry, reach out for him, and call after him, "brother” Everyone was overjoyed, for it was her first words, and despite the fact she nearly cried herself into fainting, they still tried to congratulate her, telling her what a good girl she was, and distract her while her beloved Marcus was being taken away. That day after school, however, her brother corrected the injustice, cradling her in his arms – as she was a small child and able to fit in them – and telling her he was very proud. After that, her brother became her teacher, too. He would hurry to the day care after school, and then would spend his time with her, despite the protests of his friends. He taught her words, which he soon realized she wasn’t saying because it ‘hurt her throat’, as well as how to spell simple things, and count, and before anyone could guess it, Naomi had accelerated far pass what her age was expected. Her brother could soon teach her no more, and devoted his time to simply playing with her. They were the cutest pair of siblings in the nursery, and stayed that way until they left it.

Nana, dubbed so by her brother, was now six years of age. Her brother was almost ten, and they could finally go to school together. And, to save on money as well as increase her brother’s sense of responsibility, they would be going home together, and would wait until their father got home. Her brother was to watch over her and make sure they were both safe and sound, locked in the house. She went to school that day exceedingly happy, walking along side him, but was somewhat confused when they had to separate, despite being explained that they couldn’t go to class together. Since she refused to release his hand, he reluctantly walked her to class, where the teacher pried her away from him and ushered him back to class. The first day was not as fun as Naomi had imagined. She felt as though she was under appreciated – the class rule and the manner in which they were explained was far below her comprehension level – and the girls all said that she had a boyish face, while the boys called her a baby for clinging to her brother as she had. She was very unhappy, and showed it when her brother came to get her for break. She told him of her displeasure, and he just chuckled and held her close. He told her that she had to be strong, like he was strong. They had to work hard and make their parents proud, so that they wouldn’t have to work so hard all the time. After school, they went home, and her brother tried to make dinner. It failed, naturally, but Naomi decided that she would indeed work very hard, and that she would make both her parents’, and her brother’s burden easier.

She did. Naomi learned how to cook, despite her displeasure in the action, and also how to clean – again, despite how she detested it. It made her brother happy, and her parents had little to do when they got home, so life got easier as she grew older. Soon enough, she acclimated herself into the society at school, and even made friends. Some people even said that she was pretty, despite being boyish. Before she knew it, she became your average, hidden genius of the school. Indeed, she never showed her above average intelligence to her classmates, mainly because she had been warned from a young age to not stick out in society too much. Being known as a prodigal child might end up harming her family, so she kept it hidden, and sometimes flunked a test to offset her grades every now and then. Her brother was always the brightest figure in her view, however. She went to him for everything, even the night of the dreaded Halloween affair. When her mother had taken some time off work, and had invested in the American tradition of pumpkin carving to ward off evil spirits. Of course, she knew they were supposed to be turnips, but she indulged her mother regardless. They carved a funny face, and a very scary face, and a cat face. It was lots of fun to carve them out, and the made pumpkin pie with what they pulled out of the inside, but later that night, when her mother had placed one by her window with a candle lit inside, she still swears that it came alive and tried to steal her soul! Naturally, she ran out of her bed, and straight into her brother’s room, where she took refuge next to him, under his covers. He held her to him, whisper what any frightened child wishes to hear, and soothed her into slumber. That night started the tradition of pumpkin carving, as well as Naomi sleeping in her brother’s room every Halloween. Also, because she liked it so much, he would let her in on other special occasions, like her birthday and Christmas. Her dearest brother was again staying home with her as their parents went out on dates when they could. They watched movies, ate dinner, played games – they were perfectly happy until evening came, and then Naomi would go to sleep as her brother waited for their parents to return – she knew he did this because some nights, she would sit awake in bed, listening for when he would go to sleep. She’d hear nothing, until the door opened late in the night, and she heard her mother’s sweet voice chiding her son for staying awake. Her father would laugh, and she heard her brother’s groggy voice welcoming them home. He would then be led to his room – down the hall from her own – and she would allow herself to be drifted into a soft slumber.

But, life has a funny way of kicking you in your rear end. It did for Naomi. Quite often. In fact children grow up so fast, don’t they? Naomi did. She didn’t ‘grow’ in her body, really, but she matured in her mind after her father passed due to Brain Cancer and the family moved once again but to the States, Arizona to be exact. With her mother generally absent in her life due to her job, and with her brother quickly maturing and in highschool now – Naomi seriously had no clue why they needed so much money – she was left alone to fend for herself. And she did, quite well. She was small and squirmy, and a very hard target for bullies. When they called her names, she could easily outwit them into confusing themselves, and then she was nimble enough to dodge anything if the idiots decided to get physical. Not that this was much of a problem. Remember how the older Naomi seemed to get, the more she was able to assimilate the culture and society of the world? If you didn’t, I’m sure now you do now. And, guess what comes with that? She got closer to other people, too. And who was there to consol her when her brother worked late nights and dinner was left to sit on the stove? None other than Sam Stevens – an older boy at her school who had taken her under his wing. He was the sweet, loving kind of person, with soft brown eyes and dark brown hair. Naomi was very fond of him. A ‘crush’ one might call it. Oh, and what an awful name for that, don’t you think? ‘Crush’, implying from the start that the emotion will end horribly, ‘crushed’. Are you getting the foreshadowing? In this case, however, it wasn’t a matter of either party confessing or being rejected –no, it was a matter of a big brother coming home. Yes, the two had become quite close, so close in fact, that when her darling brother came home early one day to surprise her with the good news – he was going to join the Marines – he was startled to find the older boy stealing a kiss from his little sister. Kids mature fast nowadays, huh? Well, you can guess how this ended. Her brother was frozen for a moment, but then was swift to curtly remove the boy from his sister’s sight. They were gone for some minutes, in which span Naomi was nearly brought to tears, embarrassed by how her brother had found her, and deeply saddened that her first kiss had been ruined by him. She had only spent a limited amount of time with Sam throughout the school day, and she didn’t see him until she got to school, and rarely on weekends when she could sneak away.

So, when Marcus returned, Marcus had effectively been whipped from her mind as her darling brother wrapped his arms around her and dried away her tears. Mind you, she would remember the boy later that night, try to call him, fail, and then attempt to apologize tomorrow at school – but any further attempt to contact him was in vain, and he ignored her quite harshly. That relationship was too short to even be counted as her first real experience with love. Her world again revolved around her brother. She was not displeased with this fact, and she didn’t think it abnormal. In fact she thought little of her life being abnormal. She rarely visited others homes, and when she did, she thought it them that were strange. Why were they so close to their parents? It wasn’t like she disliked her family – she loved her mother very much. But, she didn’t really understand ‘family time’ anymore. She got holidays and birthdays, but otherwise, her mother worked way too much. But they had a nice life. Their house was placed conveniently in a suburban area, they went to a nice school, and they had whatever they wanted. Her family was always happy too, for the most part. So she thought them an average family.

This wasn’t what had been happening lately. After years of the same routine, the same nighttime ritual, Naomi had been hearing something strange, different. After she went to lie down, and deceived him into thinking her asleep, he would stay up for a bit, like usual. However, when he ‘went to bed’ things changed. He would come and sit by her bed, just staying there, looking very somber. Sometimes he would whisper an apology, which made her very badly want to get up and hug him, comfort him, wipe that distressed look off his face – but she knew that wasn’t the action that he needed. Doing so would likely upset him. However, she grew increasingly worried after he would get up, leave her room, and she would hear the door shut. Where was he going? Why wasn’t he going to sleep? Why did he look so sad? He would come back early in the morning, before the sun came up, and it was probably around this time that Naomi began her insomnia problems. She’d stay up, lying in bed or reading a book Marcus had bought her, which he often did, or sit by her window and watch for his return. This carried on for some months. Not knowing ate up her insides, and she grew increasingly paranoid. She began to try to get things out of him, asking him leading questions like ‘Do we keep any secrets from each other?’ or ‘Haven’t you ever wondered what kind of world is out there at night?’. She got nothing. And his nightly excursions were beginning to affect his health. He’d show up with an injury or two, and he was always tired, so tired. At school, when there was a break and they could spend time together despite their grade difference, he would spend the time cuddling in her lap, napping. He ate less, no matter what she made, and inevitably, they became more distant with each other. She worried about him and constantly tried to get him to reveal his secret, and he was tired all the time and trying hard to conceal something from the one person in the world that knew him nearly as much as he knew himself. At least, this is what she believed. A rift formed between the siblings – one that lasted up until he graduated and went to college leaving the girl once again to fend for herself as she started to rebel after being pushed around for so long.

Naomi changed herself, plummeting from grace as a well-respected honors student and varsity cheerleader to a teenaged wild child. For the first time she truly felt free of the anxiety that had plagued her for so many years. So naturally Naomi did things she wasn't suppose to do. In her eyes it wasn't wrong, as long as she didn't get caught or at least that was what she had been told by her friends. Though she lost many things when she was younger, she now had friends and she was very well liked. Often she would go out to parties, claiming that she would be sleeping over at said friend's house. There she would smoke, flirt with boys and sip booze from flasks with friends till she was wasted, trying to shake off the dregs of her past and the heartbreak that kept following her. Soon she learned to just to numb the pain with alcohol, cigarettes and drugs, all the while playing her guitar at small venues. There she met the only good thing in her life, Josiana Wolff. She was fairly tall with a skinny yet athletic build. Her skin was sun kissed with a messy yet attractive hairstyle that reminded her off that just-rolled-out-of-bed-look. In Naoami's eyes she was pretty cool, but the girl wouldn't talk to a girl like her. Silently the guitarist noticed that she hung around the music scene once and a while and in passing she had seen her at school from time to time but they never really talked. From what Naomi could recall the girl was from the UK as well, but once again they had never really talked. One night she approached Josie in a curious manner after she had slipped out to take a smoke. The older girl was leaning contently against the cold brick of the building when Naomi had walked up after just lighting up. They began to talk, there was some light joking and exchange of cigarettes and a lighter. Then before Naomi knew it their lips were locked together and Jodie's breathe was hot on her face as their bodies meshed against eachother. Typically after that they would have simply gone on with their lives, maybe hooked up briefly but that would be it. It was purely spontaneous and nothing more. Or at least that's how it normally went down. But Josie kept showing up at the shows or accidently bumping into her at school. After school they would sit on the hood of Naomi's convertible and just talk about anything and everything. And sometimes they wouldn't talk at all. As weeks bled into months they became close and soon started dating, though it was strictly under the radar from prying eyes. In other words their relationship on and off. For you see they didn't exactly see eye to eye on certain matters. Josie was out and about strutting her stuff and... Naomi was still hiding in the closet like a small child. If word got out that she was seeing a girl... she'd be ruined! Or so she thought. So whenever Josie tried to hold her hand, she moved away adruptly letting the girl's hand dangle there awkwardly at her side. If Josie tried to kiss her she'd play it off as if they bumped heads. This went on for some time before she confronted Josie after cheer practice. She told her flat out that what they had was strictly platonic and that she thought it was best for them to just be friends... and if that didn''t work then she didn't want to see the girl at all. Although in her heart she knew that this was all wrong but she couldn't do it. So she went on for several months avoiding Josie at all cost till she couldn't stand it. She wanted Josie and she knew Josie wanted her. But she couldn't bring herself to admit it until their paths crossed again after Naomi was headed toward her car after school. Unable to stop herself she stopped Josie, looked around breifly then kissed her hard on the lips. Her head swimming as she kissed her furiously, hungerly desiring the fell on her lips on her own. Finally pulling away she quickly looked away and jumped into her car, peeling away without looking back. Hours later Josie appeared on her doorstep and they couldn't stay away from eachother, although Naomi still refused to be seen as a lesbian at school and went on pretending she wasn't. If asked on the matter, if it ever arose she was quite ready to admit that they were just fun-flings as she kept up her cold and uncaring front. But she knew that wasn't the truth deep down and it slowly drove them apart. After high school the two parted ways, Josie went to the Marines and Naomi turned to the arts and bisuness side of life. To the outside world Naomi's just another face in the crowd. Yet, she's not as shy as many might think, she's actually quite outgoing. With the short relationships that are in her life, it‘s only natural that she wishes not to keep them around if she can help it, considering her past you'd have to agree. She tends to not get really attached to one set person in fear of betrayal but she tries to get along with everyone and anyone she meets, thus making it her job to practically know everyone and everything about them. To be blunt she does not trust easily, and even if she does find someone to be at least a little trustworthy, she will always hold some suspicion and keep parts of herself closed off. Though it makes her lonely at times and a bit hard to approach since she keeps herself buried in her work, which peopleoften take as a challenge. Although she would really like to have someone to trust completely, to feel like she belonged somewhere and was safe. But enough of that. She's a highly intellectual girl when it comes to art, writing and music. She enjoys learning new things and likes to use her knowledge whenever possible, although she hates feeling like a know-it-all. But when she finally warms up to those around she is very free loving and bubbly around people she's comfortable with and tends to be the type to jump into any conversation around her. For the most part she is a kind and considerate individual, and can even prove to be stubborn, when drunk. As a recovering alcoholic she doesn't like getting help in things she believes she should be able to take care of on her own, a seemingly headstrong individual. When it comes to work or her art she is much of a workaholic as well, one who sleeps very little but often can fully function with little sleep and still have the energy to go about her daily life. But her feelings are easily tarnished, even by the slightest jab or dig so it would be wise to watch your words around her she doesn't take 'jokes' all that well even though she can put up a front and laugh it off. But in the end she always sees a silver lining somewhere.


Oh. And before I forget, one last thing you'd like to tell us about your char.

Don’t look behind the curtain, please.

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          NAME: Davi
          RANK: Healer
          AGE: 3 years
          GENDER: Male
          RELATIONS: Deceased
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          PERSONALITY:
              Silence is one thing that makes many uncomfortable, but for Davi it's one of the most comforting forms of sound there is. Generally being the sweet, reserved and quiet type, Davi doesn't like to put himself in the lime light a lot of the time. Whenever his voice sounds out, his mature voice is soft and gentle to the ear, which gives him the facade of a soft-spoken, shy, little healer. However, this isn't the case, although being reserved; he sure isn't shy, but rather polite. Not a big fan of making a scene, Davi is fond of manners and staying within the boundaries of which one should stay in, in public that is. One could call Davi mysterious, due to the fact that he is of course a soft and gentle spirit, yet strong, determined and spontaneous all at the same time. While appearing to be nothing else but a "wall flower" his odd firey appearance puts that whole theory into the fireplace to crumble and burn. His disposition as a happy-go-lucky wolf, or rested rather, comes as a second nature to him. He's always in control of his actions, acting politely and almost "perfectly." However, it’s his quirkiness that throws this all out of balance. However, it is a good thing to have Davi around, for he always has a good head upon his shoulders. Even in the middle of a natural panic, he would not be shaken or stirred, but rather calm and thinking about every little detail trying to figure it all out, unless one of his weaknesses came into play. Not a fan of coming to conclusions without all evidence, Davi is probably the only one who keeps everyone sane at even the most hectic of times. Making decisions under pressure is one of his many talents that he can seem to do flawlessly. It helps that he's the other half to his friends, because sometimes he isn't sure what his friends would do without him. Enjoying the company and guidance he gives his friends, many would just assume that Davi is just a true intellect, but there's so much more to him than he lets on. Taking after his father a lot, Davi is adamant. Unhappy and very critical of himself and others, he almost always feels the need to be stubborn with everyone around him for his own personal gratification. “Stubborn as a rock”, his mother would always say while nuzzling him and giving his father a lick on the maw, “Just like daddy.” When Davi wanted something, he’d fight to get it, just like a spoiled brat, but he knew not to act that way with his father. When his father said no, he meant no and there was no one more stubborn than his father, it was no wonder Davi was the same. As his life was dwindling, as his father was shot, left to bleed to death on the ground by hunters, he tried his best to stay alive. Curling up to his wife and pups as he died, his father rejected death, but even his inflexible behavior was dented by the wave of decease, or at least, that’s how Davi saw it. Angry ever since then, Davi has made it his duty to tend to the pack the best he can. Although his mother, father and litter sisters come to him in his dreams, telling him to let his hatred go and just live, but he cannot because he loves them too much to forgive the man who started all of this pain. Yet, he continues dreaming like the happy-go-lucky child that he used to be. Not wanting to accept that he is no longer “happy” by the least, Brooklyn shoves all thoughts of contemplating suicide out of his head, mainly because he has a duty to do before he can “die”. As a free-spirit he refuses to let darkness over rule and take him over. Like any one else in the world, Davi does have his faults. He has a tendency to be someone of great judgment, “never judge a book by its cover” people always say, but he can’t help it. Regardless of his appearance judgment, Davi does have flaws in other areas. Actually, Davi has the flaw of getting obsessed and entranced with something extremely easily; this is called a one track mind. For example, if someone were to bring up pack gossip, it’s pretty much promised that he will focus on that and ignore everything else unless someone is hurt... or dying. Because of his one track mind, it’s hard for him to do anything else other than that one thing, which can lead to obsession until someone snaps him out of it. However, this doesn’t happen often, not for long periods of time anyways. Normally one can say that he has problems being attentive and will start to ignore the person if the conversation has gone on for way too long, because of this, the one talking to him always has to keep the conversation new and fresh, changing the topic every few minutes. The only time Davi can truly pay attention is when it comes to something he’s extremely passionate about, such as, herbs or even hunting. The other things that he may focus on, are… his love life, or possibly any other fae, although for right now he can say he’s had a pretty big crush on Russia since the day he saw her. This fueled his competitive streak when it comes to catching the fae's attention, although he's sure she would never take him as a mate. In all he's a good boy. A good boy lost in the magic of it all. Each and everyday is a game and he plays by the rules... most of the time. He's a light-hearted, he's simplistic and trusting approach to the world is almost scary but who's really going to listen to him? He's ain't leader material by far, he's more cat than wolf. He's really too good in fact. Davi's so carefree it's almost intoxicating, no?


          HISTORY:
              Davi. A tall sorta charming canine that simply appeared. Hungry and wet and needing a little TLC. Truthfully, since ya know he's all about the purest sort of truth; there was no rhyme or reason, he was drawn to this little hobble of a place. Davi's a strange wolf and all, it's hard getting a straight answer out of him. Born under the scorpion in the hills of Brazil he's a long way from home to say the least and lets just say the cold is killing him. How do people go a week without seeing the sun? Davi was born on a compound miles from any city, a self sustaining community of peace and love, a remit from he summer of love it would seen. Born as the baby to a family of seven in what was essentially the wild you can understand his childishness. His youth was filled with star gazing and scraps, chasing things and exploring the world with siblings close by. His family was large and close nit, closer than anything he's seen since finding the Taichi Pack. So, you have to ask yourself why he would give up running free under the sun for a life of blood and fighting? Well he got a calling one day, well night really. It was in July and he just up and left one night.


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N A M E : Everette Skye Brooks
A G E : Eightteen
G E N D E R : Male
M A T E : None
F A M I L Y : Unknown
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
To the outside world David is a mystery. He has been diagnosed with high-functioning Autism Spectrum Disorder (more commonly known as ASD). He has idiosyncratic and compulsive tendencies, echolalia, and has difficulty empathizing with others. He is very cautious around new people and tends to be the type that freezes up when someone unexpected or new talks with him. Strangers are a nightmare for the poor boy. His fear of meeting new people places him in a very odd position causing him to become mildly anti-social. He is very awkward in large social situations and doesn't far well when it comes to crowded areas or loud noises. He is very close minded when it comes to change and doesn't accept change well. Yet, He is kindhearted even if he doesn't open up to everyone around him. He is very easily flustered and is prone to having autistic meltdowns on a regular basis. Although he is very catering the needs of those around him and wants to help those around him out as much as possible, espcially if he is close to them. He is very easily startled though, and when he doesn't know people the slightest movement in a direction that he views as wrong he will jet with his tail between his legs. He is like a deer in headlights until he warms up to people. When Davi finally warms up to those around him he is very free loving and enjoys building bonds with the people he lets in, unless he feels like being alone. He is often found in his room sketching, following one of the Providers around or out patrolling. He doesn't like the idea of inconveniencing people and does everything he can to make sure he isn't a burden. He often feels like he is capable of doing more than people give him credit for and wants people to treat him like an adult. Although he finds it hard to get that comfortable in this world. His autistic tendencies make it more difficult to lie, a social skill for most people. However, he has been practicing telling white lies, and his facial tics and mannerisms make it difficult for people to tell if he's telling the truth. In the end he is a small child lost inside of the world around him longing for a purpose.


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Not much on Davi's past and private life is known, other than the fact that he lived at home with his mother. It isn’t clear if his father is involved with his life, but he has never mentioned his father nor any desire to interact with him.

Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Gérard Brooks was a wealthy businessman, born and raised under the strictest hand, he studied hard and never seemed to "let loose" he married young to a woman named Aimée Duval. A beautiful French woman with a dark well kept secret that seemed to know her place quite well. She was silent and supported her husband's ideas with a full heart, or so everyone thought. Aimée grew up without word or mention, no one took her seriously because she was a girl but not only that, she was a werewolf. So when she was married to another man who saw her as nothing but an ordinary girl even though he knew the truth. She thought maybe if she birthed him a son he would see her as an equal. As usual, the couple was now expecting to be the proud parents of a normal, beautiful baby- they did not know that the child would be a werewolf as well, or at least that’s what Mr. Brooks thought. Aimée joked on how it was good luck not to know the gender until the day. Imagine the disappointment that crawled upon Mr. Brook's face as the happy doctors chimed 'It's a girl!' The room was silent after that, no one oohed or awed toward the squirming infant, they just sat there, holding her and thinking. When finally the man exclaimed, 'I'll raise her, as my son'. Four months later they birthed a baby boy whom they named David after Madame Duval’s father, their daughter was named Inès after Mrs. Brooks mother. Life was simple and pleasurable. The two siblings had not a care in the world until one day Inès wandered off missing, the young male taking no notice of this for the elder sibling was simply a passing face in his life. For weeks on end they searched feverishly for the young girl till one day the police came knocking on their door. They had found the small child drowned in a near by river, supposedly she had simply slipped off the bank and fallen in but the Brooks suspected otherwise that foul play lurked in the shadows. David went on with the idea that his older sister had simply gone to a magical world, where the angels lived. He could not grasp the concept of his sister’s murder, so his parents left him with that thought. That she was simply in a different world if he had even noticed any one outside his own world.

Age five, he recalls it well. Designer cigarettes filled the room as he played with his toys, and his mother watched him slyly from the over stuffed chairs within the Moreau mansion. Finally slamming her bud into the ashtray arose, Rémy looked up at his mother, and raised his arms above his head with a blank expression, a gesture that usually meant 'take me wherever your going' however instead of smiling and picking him up, Madame. Moreau sighed and shook her head, leaving Rémy alone in the dim room, with no light expect for the flicking flame from the grand fireplace. After that night, Rémy’s father finally took on the vow he had made when he was born. He would show him how to run the family business, a cigar business at that.

For the next few years his father allowed him in places he never suspected, his work place. He showed him the basics, how to run the stocks, talk business, and how to argue and persuade people to go his way, and together they played mind games like chess, and even verbal tests that had created on those long nights as he studied. Training his body and mind Rémy became the son Moreau always wanted, elite, strong, knows no weakness, but one thing poised question to the young heir. The young boy had no desire to run the great business of France; he had no intentions on joining the military and willed to go his own way taking a great fondness in plants. Just as he had realized this, the more distant and angry his father became toward him. Ignoring him, working late and staying at work just so he didn't have to see the "fourteen years of disgrace" he called a son. Rémy began to revolt against his parents coming home late smelling of booze to only retaliate against their rather crude comments. He fought often with his father often overpowering the man and stomping out of the house in rage. One day it had been all too much for him to handle, blinded by rage his other more bloodthirsty side took over and he murdered his family. Once he came to his senses he fled to the streets seeking refuge he joined up with a local street gang resorting to stealing for food and money and even selling his body if necessary.

Now the years have gone on, and our little fairy-tale is heading deeper and deeper into the darkness.

The gang betrayed him and sold the boy to a rather slimy man. His nights and days were filled with nothing but agony and torment. The man wondered how much he could get for the boy if he sold him off. Taking a blunt object repetitively to the boy’s head the man managed to give him amnesia in order to subdue his many… personas. A wealthy family took pity on him and took him in where he worked in their gardens tending to the shrubbery and vast gardens given his special, inhuman talents unaware of his previous life before ending up in their care. For the longest time he was happy till one day the family decided that it would be best for him to serve another house seeming as he already paid off his due for them. They took him to the Lupei household where he managed to catch the eye of the two boys as a Master Gardener and… maid. Three years have passed by since that day as he works tediously in the gardens and around the house rarely ever taking a break before the day is out, although he is often seen tending to the bushes even after midnight or straitening up the house even if it doesn’t need it. In his mind such things as sleep are not needed. If he happens to clip off a finger or slice some flesh off, it simply grows back. In a few minutes or so a new finger replaces the old, whole limbs take roughly about an hour although by now Rémy doesn’t seem fazed by the matter, but he seems rather amused when he catches a staff member gawking in disbelief at the sight. With his quiet nature and no record of his past life for all has been almost forgotten he is rather mysterious and perplexing with his many different personas. It is unclear if the boy suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder or if he truly has other sides to him. Often the two sometimes three main personalities are indicated by the yellow bandanna he wears around his neck which he wears three different ways. If it is tied around his wrist his more darker, sadistic and somewhat sexual side shows. If he wears it around his neck he’s often submissive, reserved and somewhat withdrawn which is his original personality, and if the bandanna is absent and replaced with a yellow scarf his more bubbly childish side peeks out which can be rather tender in some ways. He is somewhat uneasy around new comers, and has some trust issues. In either three states and often refrains from contact unless addressed first by anyone. Behind the his confusing and complex being lies a true romantic at heart, just because he's part beast doesn't mean that he isn't sensitive, he can also be quite the flirt.

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                                  Everyone calls me Ami and yes I’m a sixteen year old Junior lovin‘ girls and boys. If you haven’t noticed I’m a(n) Nephilim born on February 22nd. Nothing’s up but being a apathetic Elitist, which means I’m polite, obedient, but very ruthless. If you’re looking for me I tower at exactly 5'2" and weigh about 100 pounds. Don’t judge man, don’t judge, everything about me was made in Germany. I was born there y’see but it’s all done, that life is over when I’m now known as # 665 living in Dorm 2-A who will most likely exceed in Weapon handling/Weapon maintenance, Stealth, Assassination, and Explosive maintenance. So there’s my intro, hope you learned something.

                                      L I K E S

                                          • Guns - Shiny, metal, long range, and deadly - does it get any better? Of course it does - they're fun, too. Well, most people don't think so I guess. I can't really say I agree either - to me, they are simply a means to an end. My end? Doing whatever it takes to preserve Gunbolt Academy and its cause, following my beloved friends and my superiors loyally. I'm very good with guns, due to my ability of Enhanced Marksmanship, but this doesn't mean I could replace Luca - if it came down to it, he has more dedication to battle than I could ever train myself to achieve. But, I am well enough to defend herself and friends, and when absolutely necessary, attack enemies. However, she has the ability to dehumanize herself. So if she does manage to hurt or kill anyone in the field, she hardly thinks twice about it or hesitates when it comes to pulling the trigger.
                                          • Sours - Anything sour, really. I especially love sour-sweet things, like pineapple! They have a strange combination between the two tastes, and it really stimulates my taste buds. One might think this is particularly weird for a girl - maybe just associates sweets with them - but in fact, sour is the way to my unbeating heart. Chocolate is tasty, but it melts fast. A lemon is juicy and can be savored longer - so long as you are careful to not savor it too long! Take care of the teeth!
                                          • Anatomy - Heads, shoulders, knees and toes~! Every inch of the human is full of interest and wonder. From the soft flesh to the bloody core, I love every bit of it. And I take pleasure in pursuing examining living specimens. Pictures in a book only carry so far before a person desires the real thing in front of them. Luckily for human civilization, I am content with just looking at the outside, not chopping things up to see the inside. Isn't that nice of me? Otherwise, I would have the perfect makings for a pathological killer. Wouldn't that be fun? ...Oh wait. But I'm a 'look and don't cut' kind of scientist. I would be more than pleased to look at things under a microscope, but I don't like labs much, so... Complications. But my senses provide me with enough to satisfy my curiosity.
                                          • Books - Oh, now isn't this original. A genius who likes books. The world may now end fully completed. Okay, enough of that! This might seem usual for some peoples, but it is actually quite problematic for anyone who desires finding their way about my room. Key reason? It is filled to the brim with piles upon piles of books. Books of all genres, from fantasy-fiction to non-fiction to tons of medical books, technology manuals - even old magazines. The written word is a passion for me. And, despite having a library on campus, I am forced to keep most of my personal books confined to my chambers; otherwise, no one else could ever enter the library without fear of an avalanche. And they do happen. However, I swear that I can navigate the teetering towers of my books perfectly fine, and sleeping with them all over my bed, save for where my body rests, does not affect me in the slightest. Many believe this is just because I don't sleep.
                                          • Crossword puzzles - Everyone has to have a hobby, right? Well, I believe mine to be crossword puzzles aside from books. I'm obsessed with them, and they are the only distraction that can get me to take a break from things. Indeed. They aren't so popular nowadays, being outdated with their paper and triviality - it is this reason why I buy any I can when I find them, and is deeply grateful to anyone who brings me new ones. My goal is to finish every crossword puzzle created - and I expect I can do it, too, so long as I can find them all. And I will.
                                          • Bombs - Oh yay~! Things that go boom. This is something that I get some enjoyment out of. Why? It's guilt free. I can damage my opponent without directly killing anyone, by blowing up their buildings or supplies, or just blocking their path. It gives me good satisfaction. Bombs are good! But, due to the fact that I am rarely needed for close-combat, I get to use them a lot.
                                          • Challenges - Everyone loves a good game. That's what life is, right? A game? Well, there is a challenge in everything. From my living quarters to the surroundings forests, dangers can be found behind any corner, and I am quite mentally entertained with creating challenges for myself through mundane things. However, if you really want to bring out the killer instincts embedded in my blood, one must only present me with a nearly impossible battle scenario. I bet I know all the proven tricks - and I know a few more that I personally invented. A true thrill for me, the ultimate challenge, is battling against the wits of a fellow intellectual, when death might be on the line, and I must prevail in order to secure the safety of my school. Wow, that is so much more intense than a walk around campus.
                                          • Efficiency - Nothing is better than an efficient working force. Why take breaks and rest eating scones and cherries? There is work to be done! Don't stop and chat idly in the hall when you pass a friend! This isn't high school, and you can't skip class. Get these things in your head, and you will quickly earn respect points with me. And that is good. An efficient work ethic is the best way to get my attention, unless you have a huge IQ and decide to challenge me to a game of chess or choose to defy me. That'll get some attention too, but not always the good kind.
                                          • Praise - I like praise? Oh yes, very much so. However, I am very bad in showing it. If one was to give me a compliment, I would likely just look away, maybe shrug, maybe say a word or two that contradict it, but in truth, I'm in embarrassed but I very much like to be appreciated. I know I'm not much to look at, and though I don't care for that, it does make me feel something when people notice me for things that I do care about, that manage to help them or please them in some way. If I am praised enough, I will sometimes contrive to make small gifts for those that praise me. One time, I tried making cookies for the the elites.... That didn't turn out to well. They were chocolate, but now that I think back I'm pretty sure chocolate wasn't that dark a color...


                                      D I S L I K E S

                                          • Lightning - No, I am not afraid of thunder storms. I could care less about the storms, or the thunder that follows. It is the giant bolts of pure electricity that make my blood run cold. After a bad experience during my earlier years when I was... an angel, I have a paranoia of being struck by lightning. And, I that flying around in the middle of a storm is like screaming 'Hit me, hit me!!' Not good.
                                          • Erasing memories - Why is this surprising to you? Anyway yes, I despise erasing memories. why? because I take on their memories and lose the ones I have.
                                          • Defeat - Oh, I dread it. Whenever that dreadful word is muttered to me, proclamation the inevitable event, I feel like I have done more than just fail. I can't stand losing, and can't stand the feeling that it is always my fault. And, when things don't go as planned, its because I forgot to factor something in. I can't help feeling like I let my superiors down, which I hate to do, since it makes it hard for me to face them again without averting my gaze. I tend to feel extremely guilty for some time, and then I fling myself into working on new plans, and become obsessed with obtaining the goal the next time. I tend to have nightmares about failing so completely that everyone is laying dead at my feet, and it is her fault for sending them into a trap. Not many people can really do anything about my taste of mind in that moment, however.
                                          • Forgetting - Now, you would think this to be impossible for one with such an intricate memory, but there are certain things I can't remember - which is very horrifying for me. I hate the thought of not knowing what happened to me, despises the fact someone could distress my mind to the point it doesn't recall certain things. I never had the problem until so many years ago, but during that time I had traveled this world alone, stealing the memories of others to make myself feel alive again once the school got ahold of me. It's a wonder I recall as much as I do with such vivid accuracy. However, since they meddled with my memory once, I can't help fearing that it could happen again and..... I'm positively horrified of forgetting about my brother. Ever since the day I was taken, I've been having trouble recalling his face. It is traumatic for me - a person who can remember exactly what I made for breakfast on March seventh, 1997, but can't recall the face of the boy who sat across the table and ate with me? It is almost enough to induce panic... if I knew what panic was like. This might be why I've never told anyone about my brother - not even the Leader, whom I consider my closest ally. I just... don't want to remember that I can't seem to remember him.
                                          • Jack-o-Janterns - Trick or treat~! This was something that I have never actually said, though I fear the day that children would. Every year, I remember vaguely my mother felt the urge to carry on a tradition of carving pumpkins. Well, the night that this first happened, and I will still swear to this, the Jack-o-lantern that was set at my window sprouted vines which became arms and legs and started laughing demonically as it tried to steal my soul! Which is funny... because I don't have one. But it said that it would eat me and lockmy soul away for eternity! Naturally, I ran, so now I forever loathe the night many foreign kids couldn't wait to see - Halloween. Especially since my brother left, and I had no one to comfort me. I now just can't sleep on Halloween's night.

                                    F A C T S about ME

                                        ○ So, did you think that I just don't like to talk? I'm I am that kind of person to think the whole communication exchange is overrated and a waste of energy? Well, you're right. At least half way. While this is true about me, there is another reason for my lack of continuous speech, which may be a larger contributor. This would be a throat condition that the I was born with. It is the reason why I did not attempt to learn speaking on my own, why I cried very little as a child, and to this day, why I really don't speak at any great length. However, the fact that I believe speaking over pleasantries is a waste of energy is completely true.
                                        ○ Even the sweetest creature can bite. I'm not very sweet, so it is not as surprising to hear my sharp tongue. I'm very straight-forward individual, and I am quick to speak up when meetings occur. If I feel like something is not good enough, or someone is not acting properly, I am quick to chide the offender - so long as I am not interrupting the speaker in the process. However, other than at large events, I am not as adamant about speaking up. I will, but it often does not have the same ring of authority as the others. My voice naturally very soft.
                                        ○ The truth is always better than a lie. I do not lie at all, unless it is to the enemy. And, even then, quite often I am not lying, but simply avoiding the truth. However, this trait has gotten her in trouble on more than one occasion. Living with girls most of the time, someone is bound to ask a question which they don't want to hear my answer too. The truth hurts. At least it is coming from a somewhat friendly face! Following this doctrine, I have zero tolerance for being lied to. Want to stay out of being locked in a room? Or hit with the butt of a rifle? Try not to lie to me. Or, at least, don't get found out. If your going to do it, do it well. Keeping secrets, however, is hard to do from me. I am extremely perceptive of abnormal behavior, and keeps a watchful eye on the happenings of the school.
                                        ○ I'm surprising humorless when it comes to jokes. Seriously. Don't tell jokes around me, because all you get will be blank stares and a contradictory question - like why would a chicken be anywhere near the road. I don't even realize if I'm being funny. Due to another surprising lack of common sense, I do not get mature jokes, and my reaction and question to such jovial entertainment pranks is often funnier than the proposed statement. In fact, I sometimes look up things I don't get, and I will return later to question why such a thing would be funny. How is a chicken crossing a road funny?
                                        ○ I'm very perceptive toward others. Call it women's intuition, but I can definitely tell how everyone is feeling at any point in time. Due to being analytical, I find pleasure in knowing others emotions at any given time. It's not something I would really use to my advantage, but it's definitely something that I could use if I wiilled it, however, that's not in my interest. Its not a bad trait to be blessed or born with, because in all honesty my intuition heals me more than it burns me, although I can get into pretty dangerous situations because of it. Although I figure it must be unnerving for people to know that I can read them at whatever time just by looking at them for even five minutes or less. Some might even say that it is almost as if I harness the power of mind-reading abilities, or just pure empathy but being part angel that's probably true. I also pay attention to detail and note habits, a lot. I always seem to know what people may be feeling at any moment in time, whether its happiness, anger, fear, or sorrow. By the simplest means, whether it’s their words, actions, expressions or even their appearance, I can tell how one is feeling. Being aware of a person's attitude or emotions comes with a price, due to knowing how they feel, I cannot exactly understand the feeling itself.
                                        ○ Being a Transcended Nephilim I have several unique gifts.
                                        . Transcendent Form: I possess a godlike form that surpasses mortal bodies and gain incredible power.
                                        . Etheral Body: I can gain a body that is completely made of pure Aether.
                                        . Absolute Existence: I possess control over their own existence to a very high extent.
                                        . Omni-Shifting: I gain complete control over my own physiology in any way imaginable.
                                        . Chronolock: I have immunity to all aspects of Time and Space.
                                        . Energy Perception: I possess a perception of the energies that flow through the universe.
                                        . Extrasensory Perception: I possess an incredible psychic perception.
                                        . Higher Consciousness: I can achieve a consciousness beyond the level of mortal man.
                                        . Immortality: I'm immune to aging, and live indefinitely without food, drink, sleep, or air.
                                        . Regeneration: I can regenerate from any injury inflicted.
                                        . Supernatural Condition: I have the highest physical/mental condition that only a deity can possess.
                                        . Ethereal Manipulation: I possess a high level control over the "Fifth Element".
                                        . Astral Trapping: I can control spiritual enemies in a variety of ways.
                                        . Aura Manipulation: I can manipulate the aura of others to help them unlock a higher consciousness.
                                        Conjuring: I have the ability to create nearly anything I desire with just a thought.
                                        Healing Touch: I have the ability to heal by touch through psychic energy. But I am only able to heal non-fatal wounds
                                        Mana Manipulation: I can control the mystic forces that surround me.
                                        Elemental Manipulation: I have some control over the seven elements. But it takes a lot of concentration.
                                        Reality Warping: I can warp reality at an advanced level.
                                        Resurrection: I can resurrect the dead but this takes up a lot of energy.
                                        Superpower Manipulation: I can conjure and control superpowers to a high degree.
                                        Telekinesis: I have master level control over molecular structures, or can move objects or people at will with my mind.
                                        Mnemokinesis: I have the power to control memories, as well as modify, fabricate, suppress, influence, repair, restore, erase, detect, and view them. I can change memories to confuse, wipe away certain memories to cause amnesia, discern and provoke nostalgia, and enter my victims into a psychic vision, replaying their memory. I may affect their own memories as how see fit.
                                        Space-Time Manipulation: I can control the forces of time and space at a master level.
                                        Stellar Manipulation: I can summon the ethereal power of the stars to make city crushing moves.
                                        Twilight Manipulation: I can generate and control the ethereal forces that exist between Light and Darkness.
                                        Photo-Umbrakinesis: I have gained a hybrid ability to control the elements of Light/Darkness to a wider degree.
                                        Superpower Manipulation: I can manipulate the powers of others to a nearly limitless degree.
                                        Twilight Conjuration: I can create anything based on my thoughts, and feelings to the level where I can can conjure whole cities.
                                        Twilight Dimensional Manipulation: I have the power to manipulate many dimensional energies to a high level and travel to planes of both Energy and Matter.
                                        Twilight Energy Control: I can manipulate Twilight energy in a variety of powerful ways.
                                        Weather Manipulation: I can manipulate weather patterns at a city wide scale.

                                        w e a k n e s s e s:
                                        ౦ Short-ranged attacks - I am much more used to long range combat scenarios than I am to short ranged. In fact, I'd much rather watch from the air when short range fights break out. The most I could do in a short ranged situation is shoot arrows, fire rockets or throw knives, but there is only so much I can fight against. My forte is in long range for a reason. There, I can keep my weapons and easily take out a target. I also can’t predict an enemy’s movements taht close up or react fast enough aside from creating shields. An attack from behind at close range wouldn't be good either; I wouldn’t be able to sense it in time, my movements would be rash and even then, I would still be hit by the bullet or weapon that was thrown. So I tend play fight from afar unless pushed back but that is rare.
                                        ౦ Talking - “Nice weather we’re having, right?” … … … “The least you can do is say, ‘yes’!” … … … “…” Starting, or even continuing, a conversation is rare. This can lead to lack of communication, and if I were to be on a mission with a partner, it could end in failure. I will not talk unless talked to or when I see fit, and that’s only if I absolutely must. Usually, I will just look at the person talking to me, nod in agreement if I agree and then walk away and go about my duties. I don't ask for help, either; directly and indirectly. I never talk out of turn or interuppt unless I feel the need. If I ever were to come across anyone that I would actually hold feelings for, then this would be a major problem for me. But then again I've never felt love.
                                        ౦ Weak points - I actually actually have several weak points. If one were to hit my wing with a bullet or if they pressed on them hard enough I would flinch and even scream in agony. I also have several mental weak points. For example, talking about my parent (father), calling me Amali, having people point out my failures or letting down my leader or the principal. There are even certain taboo topics (my father, how I came to be, having no emotions), though I ensure that I act no different than if I just dislike them talking about it. I don't want them to know my weak points after all. But the thought of being a regular student scares me.

                                        S t r e n g t h s:
                                        ౦ Strategy - Every leader has an ace up his sleeve, right? Well, I'm the Leader's. Cunning, deceptive, and well-versed in long range weapons and explosives, I'm a tough opponent in any strategic game, especially fighting. Does this mean Mr. Leader will be looked upon in any less light? Of course not - the revolutionary war wouldn't have gotten anywhere without a good leader. But I'm too introverted to lead anything alone, and I haven't the will, either. I just do what I'm told. My major offensive capability may be my planning in long range attacks, but I would be useless without my Leader's guidance and support. But I can think for myself when I want to.
                                        ౦ Eidetic Memory - It's the the ability to recall images, sounds, or objects in memory with extreme accuracy and in abundant volume. Anyway, maybe you don't get why this would be considered a great defense? Let's put this in perspective. I have one of those rare memories where I can recall nearly every day of my life in excruciating detail, save the time I was in emotional distress. Can you guess what this means? I can recall the movements and habits of my oppenents as displayed on the battle field.... See where this is going? Even if I'm not watching the enemy with my eyes, I can incorporate a predicted reaction into my strategy, depending on the reactions of each individual as displayed in battle or conveyed to me through another elite member. It also makes me an extremely skilled human recorder - useful for repeating things you don't want to forget.
                                        ౦ Nephilim Physiology - I'm a Nephilim a being (most commonly one of the first generation) with both mortal and Angelic Ancestry. In mythology, the Nephilim is considered to be the result of a union between an Angel and a mortal woman. As partially mortal we are more bound to our form than our non-mortal parent, but our personalities and minds are far less defined by our spiritual aspect. Some Nephilim are shown to be equal or higher in power than full members of the supernatural race they descended from. This is generally explained with the claim that the human soul enhances the spiritual/divine power gained from the "parent". Combination of mortal and physical with immortal and immaterial is highly unpredictable, and someone with heritage from both sides can lean on either side of their ancestry. Thus nephilim can be divided into three broad groups: Near Mortal, Balanced, and Transcended. But I am a Transcended Nephilim, meaning I favor my immortal parentage and have only minor amount of mortal blood. Physically and mentally I am close to their immortal parentage, although I am able to resist my instinctual traits batter than my parent.
                                        ౦ Shields - When in battle, defense is my first priority. I've been told I'm decisive and cunning, but I would be useless to Gunbolt if I were ever injured. That and my aversion to violence make me very adamant about defensive fighting, I won't harm you unless I have to. And what is any key element to a strong defense? A good shield. I can raise runic energy shields for protection. Shields are consciously or even subconsciously activated but instinctive in nature able to block multiple attacks coming from all directions and even protect me from crashing into objects. I'm also able to create barriers, shields, domes, and weapons out of energy. It is also very hard to penetrate, and being half angel I have faster reflexes than most of my opponents, not to mention that I can control time. My second shield is nearly impenetrable, but requires a significant amount of stored energy, therefore useless unless I am full prepared. Why is this? Because the second shield is a mini replication of the field that protects the school when it is under attack by outside forces. It is a bubble made of pure energy that surrounds me, deflecting almost every attack, and I utilize it especially when I am forced to battle and trying to distract enemies away from my comrades, whose jobs are usually much more vital to the plan than my own.
                                        ౦ Rifles - In my earlier years at Gunbolt Academy, I was praised as being one of the top in my class when it came to the abilities necessary to use riles. This is indeed true, and a skill that I am inadvertently proud of due to the fact that when I came here I could only use arrows. There is no doubt too, that I am very good at what I do. At the Academy I was taught how to use different types of weapons, ranging from simple pistols to rifles, to some of the more larger types, and I have absorbed all the information. Now it doesn't matter whether it's even just a simple RPG-7 or a Fliegerfaust, a multi-barreled unguided ground-to-air rocket launcher. I can use just about any type of gun or explosive handed to me, making me an excellent person to handle the gunnery.
                                        ౦ Flying high - As probably mentioned before, I have a parir of black wings that are concealed in my shoulder blades that sprout out whenever I need them. If there's an emergency andI happen to be wearing a shirt without wing slits, the back of my top is ripped by my wings, but I've grown accustomed to it. I can also slice with my wings if I'm flying towards something fast enough--I don't use them for ridiculous reasons though. My wings can carry me high enough to be flying through clouds, at a rather impressive altitude of, 37,650 meters (123,523 feet) or higher if I desire. I only have to will them to my direction.
                                        ౦ Intelligence - My intelligence has only ever been matched by one person ; the second in command. I've got a massive amount of knowledge in several different subjects ; whether they be fighting techniques, physics, explosives, languages, electronics or my favorite - weapons. A great deal of this knowledge is gained thanks to the countless hours I spend researching in my room or the library. I rarely leave my room unless ordered or patrolling. I'm the type of person that 'does my homework' before rushing into any battles. In fact, I've got detailed data-banks on each and every student and teacher in the school, but that's a secret. Of-course, not everything about them is known, but I've been working hard at tracing where they all originally came from and what they excel in. You see, all this information is vital to success. In short, when it comes to intelligence, I'm a gleaming jewel or so the leader tells me. I'm a quick thinker and does everything with careful thought and planning.


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                                  Everyone calls me Ami and yes I’m a sixteen year old Junior lovin‘ girls and boys. If you haven’t noticed I’m a(n) Nephilim born on February 22nd. Nothing’s up but being a apathetic Elitist, which means I’m polite, obedient, but very ruthless. If you’re looking for me I tower at exactly 5'2" and weigh about 100 pounds. Don’t judge man, don’t judge, everything about me was made in Germany. I was born there y’see but it’s all done, that life is over when I’m now known as # 665 living in Dorm 3-A who will most likely exceed in Weapon handling/Weapon maintenance, Stealth, Assassination, and Explosive maintenance. So there’s my intro, hope you learned something.

                                      L I K E S

                                          • Guns - Shiny, metal, long range, and deadly - does it get any better? Of course it does - they're fun, too. Well, most people don't think so I guess. I can't really say I agree either - to me, they are simply a means to an end. My end? Doing whatever it takes to preserve Gunbolt Academy and its cause, following my beloved friends and my superiors loyally. I'm very good with guns, due to my ability of Enhanced Marksmanship, but this doesn't mean I could replace Luca - if it came down to it, he has more dedication to battle than I could ever train myself to achieve. But, I am well enough to defend herself and friends, and when absolutely necessary, attack enemies. However, she has the ability to dehumanize herself. So if she does manage to hurt or kill anyone in the field, she hardly thinks twice about it or hesitates when it comes to pulling the trigger.
                                          • Sours - Anything sour, really. I especially love sour-sweet things, like pineapple! They have a strange combination between the two tastes, and it really stimulates my taste buds. One might think this is particularly weird for a girl - maybe just associates sweets with them - but in fact, sour is the way to my heart. Chocolate is tasty, but it melts fast. A lemon is juicy and can be savored longer - so long as you are careful to not savor it too long! Take care of the teeth!
                                          • Anatomy - Heads, shoulders, knees and toes~! Every inch of the human is full of interest and wonder. From the soft flesh to the bloody core, I love every bit of it. And I take pleasure in pursuing examining living specimens. Pictures in a book only carry so far before a person desires the real thing in front of them. Luckily for human civilization, I am content with just looking at the outside, not chopping things up to see the inside. Isn't that nice of me? Otherwise, I would have the perfect makings for a pathological killer. Wouldn't that be fun? ...Oh wait. But I'm a 'look and don't cut' kind of scientist. I would be more than pleased to look at things under a microscope, but I don't like labs much, so... Complications. But my senses provide me with enough to satisfy my curiosity.
                                          • Books - Oh, now isn't this original. A genius that likes books. The world may now end fully completed. Okay, enough of that! This might seem usual for some peoples, but it is actually quite problematic for anyone who desires finding their way about my room. Key reason? It is filled to the brim with piles upon piles of books. Books of all genres, from fantasy-fiction to non-fiction to tons of medical books, technology manuals - even old magazines. The written word is a passion for me. And, despite having a library on campus, I am forced to keep most of my personal books confined to my chambers; otherwise, no one else could ever enter the library without fear of an avalanche. And they do happen. However, I swear that I can navigate the teetering towers of my books perfectly fine, and sleeping with them all over my bed, save for where my body rests, does not affect me in the slightest. Many believe this is just because I don't sleep.
                                          • Crossword puzzles - Everyone has to have a hobby, right? Well, I believe mine to be crossword puzzles aside from books. I'm obsessed with them, and they are the only distraction that can get me to take a break from things. Indeed. They aren't so popular nowadays, being outdated with their paper and triviality - it is this reason why I buy any I can when I find them, and is deeply grateful to anyone who brings me new ones. My goal is to finish every crossword puzzle created - and I expect I can do it, too, so long as I can find them all. And I will.
                                          • Bombs - Oh yay~! Things that go boom. This is something that I get some enjoyment out of. Why? It's guilt free. I can damage my opponent without directly killing anyone, by blowing up their buildings or supplies, or just blocking their path. It gives me good satisfaction. Bombs are good! But, due to the fact that I am rarely needed for close combat, I get to use them a lot.
                                          • Challenges - Everyone loves a good game. That's what life is, right? A game? Well, there is a challenge in everything. From my living quarters to the surroundings forests, dangers can be found behind any corner, and I am quite mentally entertained with creating challenges for myself through mundane things. However, if you really want to bring out the killer instincts embedded in my blood, one must only present me with a nearly impossible battle scenario. I bet I know all the proven tricks - and I know a few more that I personally invented. A true thrill for me, the ultimate challenge, is battling against the wits of a fellow intellectual, when death might be on the line, and I must prevail in order to secure the safety of my school. Wow, that is so much more intense than a walk around campus.
                                          • Efficiency - Nothing is better than an efficient working force. Why take breaks and rest eating scones and cherries? There is work to be done! Don't stop and chat idly in the hall when you pass a friend! This isn't high school, and you can't skip class. Get these things in your head, and you will quickly earn respect points with me. And that is good. An efficient work ethic is the best way to get my attention, unless you have a huge IQ and decide to challenge me to a game of chess or choose to defy me. That will gain my attention too, but not always the good kind.
                                          • Praise - I like praise? Oh yes, very much so. However, I am very bad in showing it. If one was to give me a compliment, I would likely just look away, maybe shrug, maybe say a word or two that contradict it, but in truth, I'm in embarrassed but I very much like to be appreciated. I know I'm not much to look at, and though I don't care for that, it does make me feel something when people notice me for things that I do care about, that manage to help them or please them in some way. If I am praised enough, I will sometimes contrive to make small gifts for those that praise me. One time, I tried making cookies for the elites.... That didn't turn out to well. They were chocolate, but now that I think back I'm pretty sure chocolate wasn't that dark a color...


                                      D I S L I K E S

                                          • Lightning - No, I am not afraid of thunder storms. I could care less about the storms, or the thunder that follows. It is the giant bolts of pure electricity that make my blood run cold. After a bad experience during my earlier years when I was... an angel, I have paranoia of being struck by lightning. And, I that flying around in the middle of a storm is like screaming 'Hit me, hit me!!' Not good.
                                          • Erasing memories - Is this surprising to you? Anyway yes, I despise erasing memories. Why? Because I could easily get overwhelmed with the memories of others and confuse my memories with their memories, plus it's difficult discerning manipulated memories with normal ones. Also, my control on the victim's mind may be lost in times of stress or if rushed. Memories also must be well defined or else my target may suspect that it's not their own and then they can shut me out.
                                          • Defeat - Oh, I dread it. Whenever that dreadful word is muttered to me, proclamation the inevitable event, I feel like I have done more than just fail. I can't stand losing, and can't stand the feeling that it is always my fault. And, when things don't go as planned, because I forgot to factor something in. I can't help feeling like I let my superiors down, which I hate to do, since it makes it hard for me to face them again without averting my gaze. I tend to feel extremely guilty for some time, and then I fling myself into working on new plans, and become obsessed with obtaining the goal the next time. I tend to have nightmares about failing so completely that everyone is lying dead at my feet, and it is her fault for sending them into a trap. Not many people can really do anything about my taste of mind in that moment, however.
                                          • Forgetting - Now, you would think this to be impossible for one with such an intricate memory, but there are certain things I can't remember - which is very horrifying for me. I hate the thought of not knowing what happened to me, despises the fact someone could distress my mind to the point it doesn't recall certain things. I never had the problem until so many years ago, but during that time I had traveled this world alone, stealing the memories of others to make myself feel alive again once the school got a hold of me. It's a wonder I recall as much as I do with such vivid accuracy. However, since they meddled with my memory once, I can't help fearing that it could happen again and..... I'm positively horrified of forgetting about my brother. Ever since the day I was taken, I've been having trouble recalling his face. It is traumatic for me - a person who can remember exactly what I made for breakfast on March seventh, 1997, but can't recall the face of the boy who sat across the table and ate with me? It is almost enough to induce panic... if I knew what panic was like. This might be why I've never told anyone about my brother - not even the Leader, whom I consider my closest ally. I just... don't want to remember that I can't seem to remember him.
                                          • Rule-breakers - There is nothing I hate more than rule-breakers. Rules are there for a reason, I suggest you follow them or I'll be forced to take action. Besides, you gain nothing from it from what I see... aside from getting shot at, or killed.
                                          • Jack-o-Lanterns - Trick or treat~! This was something that I have never actually said, though I fear the day that children would. Every year, I remember vaguely my mother felt the urge to carry on a tradition of carving pumpkins. Well, the night that this first happened, and I will still swear to this, the Jack-o-lantern that was set at my window sprouted vines, which became arms and legs and started laughing demonically as it tried to steal my soul! Which is funny... because I don't have one. But it said that it would eat me and lock my soul away for eternity! Naturally, I ran, so now I forever loathe the night many foreign kids couldn't wait to see - Halloween. Especially since my brother left, and I had no one to comfort me. I now just can't sleep on Halloween's night.

                                    F A C T S about ME

                                        ○ So, did you think that I just don't like to talk? I'm I am that kind of person to think the whole communication exchange is overrated and a waste of energy? Well, you're right. At least half way. While this is true about me, there is another reason for my lack of continuous speech, which may be a larger contributor. This would be a throat condition that I was born with. It is the reason why I did not attempt to learn speaking on my own, why I cried very little as a child, and to this day, why I really don't speak at any great length. However, the fact that I believe speaking over pleasantries is a waste of energy is completely true.
                                        ○ Even the sweetest creature can bite. I'm not very sweet, so it is not as surprising to hear my sharp tongue. I'm very straightforward individual, and I am quick to speak up when meetings occur. If I feel like something is not good enough, or someone is not acting properly, I am quick to chide the offender - so long as I am not interrupting the speaker in the process. However, other than at large events, I am not as adamant about speaking up. I will, but it often does not have the same ring of authority as the others. My voice is naturally very soft.
                                        ○ The truth is always better than a lie. I do not lie at all, unless it is to the enemy. And, even then, quite often I am not lying, but simply avoiding the truth. However, this trait has gotten her in trouble on more than one occasion. Living with girls most of the time, someone is bound to ask a question which they don't want to hear my answer too. The truth hurts. At least it is coming from a somewhat friendly face! Following this doctrine, I have zero tolerance for being lied to. Want to stay out of being locked in a room? Or hit with the butt of a rifle? Try not to lie to me. Or, at least, don't get found out. If you’re going to do it, do it well. Keeping secrets, however, is hard to do from me. I am extremely perceptive of abnormal behavior, and keep a watchful eye on the happenings of the school.
                                        ○ I'm surprising humorless when it comes to jokes. Seriously. Don't tell jokes around me, because all you get will be blank stares and a contradictory question - like why would a chicken be anywhere near the road. I don't even realize if I'm being funny. Due to another surprising lack of common sense, I do not get mature jokes, and my reaction and question to such jovial entertainment pranks is often funnier than the proposed statement. In fact, I sometimes look up things I don't get, and I will return later to question why such a thing would be funny. How is a chicken crossing a road funny?
                                        ○ I'm very perceptive toward others. Call it women's intuition, but I can definitely tell how everyone is feeling at any point in time. Due to being analytical, I find pleasure in knowing others emotions at any given time. It's not something I would really use to my advantage, but it's definitely something that I could use if I willed it, however, that's not in my interest. Its not a bad trait to be blessed or born with, because in all honesty my intuition heals me more than it burns me, although I can get into pretty dangerous situations because of it. Although I figure it must be unnerving for people to know that I can read them at whatever time just by looking at them for even five minutes or less. Some might even say that it is almost as if I harness the power of mind-reading abilities, or just pure empathy but being part angel that's probably true. I also pay attention to detail and note habits, a lot. I always seem to know what people may be feeling at any moment in time, whether its happiness, anger, fear, or sorrow. By the simplest means, whether it’s their words, actions, expressions or even their appearance, I can tell how one is feeling. Being aware of a person's attitude or emotions comes with a price, due to knowing how they feel; I cannot exactly understand the feeling itself.
                                        ○ Being a Transcended Nephilim I have several unique gifts.
                                        . Transcendent Form: I possess a godlike form that surpasses mortal bodies and gain incredible power.
                                        . Etheral Body: I can gain a body that is completely made of pure Aether.
                                        . Absolute Existence: I possess control over my own existence to a very high extent.
                                        . Omni-Shifting: I gain complete control over my own physiology in any way imaginable.
                                        . Chronolock: I have immunity to all aspects of Time and Space.
                                        . Energy Perception: I possess a perception of the energies that flow through the universe.
                                        . Extrasensory Perception: I possess an incredible psychic perception.
                                        . Higher Consciousness: I can achieve a consciousness beyond the level of mortal man.
                                        . Immortality: I'm immune to aging, and live indefinitely without food, drink, sleep, or air.
                                        . Regeneration: I can regenerate from any injury inflicted.
                                        . Supernatural Condition: I have the highest physical/mental condition that only a deity can possess.
                                        . Ethereal Manipulation: I possess a high level control over the "Fifth Element".
                                        . Astral Trapping: I can control spiritual enemies in a variety of ways.
                                        . Aura Manipulation: I can manipulate the aura of others to help them unlock a higher consciousness.
                                        Conjuring: I have the ability to create nearly anything I desire with just a thought.
                                        Healing Touch: I have the ability to heal by touch through psychic energy. But I am only able to heal non-fatal wounds
                                        Mana Manipulation: I can control the mystic forces that surround me.
                                        Elemental Manipulation: I have some control over the seven elements. But it takes a lot of concentration.
                                        Reality Warping: I can warp reality at an advanced level.
                                        Resurrection: I can resurrect the dead but this takes up a lot of energy.
                                        Superpower Manipulation: I can conjure and control superpowers to a high degree.
                                        Telekinesis: I have master level control over molecular structures, or can move objects or people at will with my mind.
                                        Mnemokinesis: I have the power to control memories, as well as modify, fabricate, suppress, influence, repair, restore, erase, detect, and view them. I can change memories to confuse, wipe away certain memories to cause amnesia, discern and provoke nostalgia, and enter my victims into a psychic vision, replaying their memory. I may affect their own memories as how see fit.
                                        Space-Time Manipulation: I can control the forces of time and space at a master level.
                                        Stellar Manipulation: I can summon the ethereal power of the stars to make city-crushing moves.
                                        Twilight Manipulation: I can generate and control the ethereal forces that exist between Light and Darkness.
                                        Photo-Umbrakinesis: I have gained a hybrid ability to control the elements of Light/Darkness to a wider degree.
                                        Superpower Manipulation: I can manipulate the powers of others to a nearly limitless degree.
                                        Twilight Conjuration: I can create anything based on my thoughts, and feelings to the level where I can conjure whole cities.
                                        Twilight Dimensional Manipulation: I have the power to manipulate many dimensional energies to a high level and travel to planes of both Energy and Matter.
                                        Twilight Energy Control: I can manipulate Twilight energy in a variety of powerful ways.
                                        Weather Manipulation: I can manipulate weather patterns at a citywide scale.
                                        ౦ To be honest I'm not exactly sure how Gunbolt Academy located my whereabouts. But If I had to guess they found out about all the little 'accidents' I caused a few years back, not that I'm exactly proud of myself for that. Anyway, I guess you could say they freed me from that dog crate I was pent up in for years. But there's always a catch to things, always. You see, they can't have a creature like me running around in the open like that. I could take out a whole city if I wanted to. And that's the last thing they wanted so I got paid a visit by some of their faculty. They paid for my release and vowed to not destroy me... if I went back with them to their school. If I didn't I'd be going back into that dog crate or worse. Now, you can probably guess what my choice was. And just to be sure... I was given an attitude adjustment in which they wiped my memories clean and now I follow by their rules, and theirs alone. I've been an Elite for as long as I can remember and no one really bothers to challenge me, unless they're that foolish, but for the most part Regular Students and VAs tend to keep their distance when I'm near for if I catch them out of line or breaking the rules, well, I've not very merciful.

                                        w e a k n e s s e s:
                                        ౦ Short-ranged attacks - I am much more used to long-range combat scenarios than I am to short ranged. In fact, I'd much rather watch from the air when short-range fights break out. The most I could do in a short ranged situation is shoot arrows, fire rockets or throw knives, but there is only so much I can fight against. My forte is in long range for a reason. There, I can keep my weapons and easily take out a target. I also can’t predict an enemy’s movements that close up or react fast enough aside from creating shields. An attack from behind at close range wouldn't be good either; I wouldn’t be able to sense it in time, my movements would be rash and even then, I would still be hit by the bullet or weapon that was thrown. So I tend play fight from afar unless pushed back but that is rare.
                                        ౦ Talking - “Nice weather we’re having, right?” … … … “The least you can do is say, ‘yes’!” … … … “…” Starting, or even continuing, a conversation is rare. This can lead to lack of communication, and if I were to be on a mission with a partner, it could end in failure. I will not talk unless talked to or when I see fit, and that’s only if I absolutely must. Usually, I will just look at the person talking to me, nod in agreement if I agree and then walk away and go about my duties. I don't ask for help, either; directly and indirectly. I never talk out of turn or interrupt unless I feel the need. If I ever were to come across anyone that I would actually hold feelings for, then this would be a major problem for me. But then again I've never felt love.
                                        ౦ Weak points - I actually have several weak points. If one were to hit my wing with a bullet or if they pressed on them hard enough I would flinch and even scream in agony. I also have several mental weak points. For example, talking about my parent (father), calling me Amali, having people point out my failures or letting down my leader or the principal. There are even certain taboo topics (my father, how I came to be, having no emotions), though I ensure that I act no different than if I just dislike them talking about it. I don't want them to know my weak points after all. But the thought of being a regular student scares me.

                                        S t r e n g t h s:
                                        ౦ Strategy - Every leader has an ace up his sleeve, right? Well, I'm the Leader's. Cunning, deceptive, and well versed in long-range weapons and explosives, I'm a tough opponent in any strategic game, especially fighting. Does this mean Mr. Leader will be looked upon in any less light? Of course not - the revolutionary war wouldn't have gotten anywhere without a good leader. But I'm too introverted to lead anything alone, and I haven't the will, either. I just do what I'm told. My major offensive capability may be my planning in long-range attacks, but I would be useless without my Leader's guidance and support. But I can think for myself when I want to.
                                        ౦ Eidetic Memory - It's the ability to recall images, sounds, or objects in memory with extreme accuracy and in abundant volume. Anyway, maybe you don't get why this would be considered a great defense? Let's put this in perspective. I have one of those rare memories where I can recall nearly every day of my life in excruciating detail, save the time I was in emotional distress. Can you guess what this means? I can recall the movements and habits of my opponents as displayed on the battlefield.... See where this is going? Even if I'm not watching the enemy with my eyes, I can incorporate a predicted reaction into my strategy, depending on the reactions of each individual as displayed in battle or conveyed to me through another elite member. It also makes me an extremely skilled human recorder - useful for repeating things you don't want to forget.
                                        ౦ Nephilim Physiology - I'm a Nephilim a being (most commonly one of the first generation) with both mortal and Angelic Ancestry. In mythology, the Nephilim is considered to be the result of a union between an Angel and a mortal woman. As partially mortal we are more bound to our form than our non-mortal parent, but our spiritual aspect far less defines our personalities and minds. Some Nephilim are shown to be equal or higher in power than full members of the supernatural race they descended from. This is generally explained with the claim that the human soul enhances the spiritual/divine power gained from the "parent". Combination of mortal and physical with immortal and immaterial is highly unpredictable, and someone with heritage from both sides can lean on either side of their ancestry. Thus nephilim can be divided into three broad groups: Near Mortal, Balanced, and Transcended. But I am a Transcended Nephilim, meaning I favor my immortal parentage and have only minor amount of mortal blood. Physically and mentally I am close to their immortal parentage, although I am able to resist my instinctual traits batter than my parent.
                                        ౦ Shields - When in battle, defense is my first priority. I've been told I'm decisive and cunning, but I would be useless to Gunbolt if I were ever injured. That and my aversion to violence make me very adamant about defensive fighting, I won't harm you unless I have to. And what is any key element to a strong defense? A good shield. I can raise runic energy shields for protection. Shields are consciously or even subconsciously activated but instinctive in nature able to block multiple attacks coming from all directions and even protect me from crashing into objects. I'm also able to create barriers, shields, domes, and weapons out of energy. It is also very hard to penetrate, and being half angel I have faster reflexes than most of my opponents, not to mention that I can control time. My second shield is nearly impenetrable, but requires a significant amount of stored energy, therefore useless unless I am full prepared. Why is this? Because the second shield is a mini replication of the field that protects the school when it is under attack by outside forces. It is a bubble made of pure energy that surrounds me, deflecting almost every attack, and I utilize it especially when I am forced to battle and trying to distract enemies away from my comrades, whose jobs are usually much more vital to the plan than my own.
                                        ౦ Rifles - In my earlier years at Gunbolt Academy, I was praised as being one of the top in my class when it came to the abilities necessary to use riles. This is indeed true, and a skill that I am inadvertently proud of due to the fact that when I came here I could only use arrows. There is no doubt too, that I am very good at what I do. At the Academy I was taught how to use different types of weapons, ranging from simple pistols to rifles, to some of the larger types, and I have absorbed all the information. Now it doesn't matter whether it's even just a simple RPG-7 or a Fliegerfaust, a multi-barreled unguided ground-to-air rocket launcher. I can use just about any type of gun or explosive handed to me, making me an excellent person to handle the gunnery.
                                        ౦ Flying high - As probably mentioned before, I have a pair of black wings that are concealed in my shoulder blades that sprout out whenever I need them. If there's an emergency and I happen to be wearing a shirt without wing slits, my wings rip the back of my top, but I've grown accustomed to it. I can also slice with my wings if I'm flying towards something fast enough--I don't use them for ridiculous reasons though. My wings can carry me high enough to be flying through clouds, at a rather impressive altitude of, 37,650 meters (123,523 feet) or higher if I desire. I only have to will them to my direction.
                                        ౦ Intelligence - My intelligence has only ever been matched by one person; the second in command. I've got a massive amount of knowledge in several different subjects; whether they are fighting techniques, physics, explosives, languages, electronics or my favorite - weapons. A great deal of this knowledge is gained thanks to the countless hours I spend researching in my room or the library. I rarely leave my room unless ordered or patrolling. I'm the type of person that 'does my homework' before rushing into any battles. In fact, I've got detailed data banks on each and every student and teacher in the school, but that's a secret. Of-course, not everything about them is known, but I've been working hard at tracing where they all originally came from and what they excel in. You see, all this information is vital to success. In short, when it comes to intelligence, I'm a gleaming jewel or so the leader tells me. I'm a quick thinker and I do everything with careful thought and planning.


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