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      AISLINN, BYRNLINNY
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                  FEMALE IRELAND OPHELIA B ZOMBiiFiCATiON

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                      school hogwarts
                      talents potions, transfiguration, care of magical creatures, divination
                      weaknesses arithmancy, defense against the dark arts, ancient runes
                      abilities parseltongue, animagus (cobra)
                      personality cunning ; distrustful ; intelligent ; charming ; proud
                      facts aislinn is muggleborn witch, though she likes to pretend otherwise. though as much as she denies her lineage, she loves her parents very much and would do anything for them. she has a deep soft spot for animals and sweets, but she holds this as secrets that can be held against her. she has a deathly fear of heights, but has proven herself to be a decent quidditch player on a dare.

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- End with a funny joke
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██:`formalities ZOMBiiFiCATiON
██:`shortened zombii or jackie.
██:`timezone mountain
██:`schedule i'm on mostly every day. as for things that could interfere, i'm in a few other roleplays, and i'm in A.P. classes, which means i might have homework that needs completing before i can post.
██:`examples oui~
██:`light bulb well, maybe the since things between the students has gotten way out of control, the headmistress has to step in! or something. i might have some better ideas later. >.<
██:`application female for hogwarts.
██:`originality not much can be added since i already accidentally posted my character. (oops) but maybe since she's muggleborn, she's lied about her lineage during all of her time at hogwarts, even to the point of faking records. maybe this is what causes her to be chosen? if her being muggleborn is problematic, i can change it lickety-split. c:
██:`joking a skeleton walks into a bar. he orders a beer and a mop. /lame joke is lame
██:`final i honestly think it's a great roleplay, and a great idea! :3
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☆☆☆☆☆stay the ******** away from me.
☆☆☆☆you look familiar. have we met?
★★☆☆☆you're a tolerable sort of person or you've piqued my interest.
★★★☆☆we've officially cultivated a friendship. keep on my good side and it could turn into more.
★★★★you're my closest friend or i've started having some sort of feelings for you.
★★★★★is this the "love" i've read about in books?

                                      ivana ella walshyou are so bossy, but...||★★★☆☆

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                                      cissinei joyce walshyou are too adorable~||★★★★

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                                      alexandra lynn walshi can depend on you!||★★★★

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                                      merit castiel sinclairesomething about you...||★★☆☆☆

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                                      paris von lioncourtcan i punch your face in?||☆☆☆☆☆

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                                      oliver alistair townsendyou terrify me, but...||★★☆☆☆

                                            blurb in first person here


                                      elijah theodore dawsoni said stay away, but...||★★☆☆☆

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      ↻ FIRST;MIDDLE;LAST ↺ NICKNAME
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                `call me » nickname
                `master at » strengths
                `novice at » weaknesses
                `hidden talents » special abilities (max. 2)
                `polish it » wand
                `lineage » lineage
                `imperius'd by » username

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      AMARIS;CIRCE;MAYSONAMI
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                `call me » ami
                `master at » defense against the dark arts, potions, charms, transfiguration
                `novice at » arithmancy, ancient runes, history of magic
                `hidden talents » parseltongue
                `polish it » 10 inches, bloodwood, hippogriff heartstring
                `lineage » halfblood
                `imperius'd by » ZOMBiiFiCATiON

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                `the title » name for tribute (i.e. 'the girl on fire')
                `origin » district
                `tessarae » age (12-18 you know the drill~)
                `survival tactics » talent(s)
                `falters at » weakness(es)
                `supreme gamemaker » username

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      AMBER;ONYX;DIAMONDEAMBER
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                `the title » the girl with the gold
                `origin » district 1
                `tessarae » seventeen
                `survival tactics » knives, swords, making things with her hands (shelter, weapons), plant knowledge
                `falters at » long distance weapons, tracking, camouflage
                `supreme gamemaker » ZOMBiiFiCATiON

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                                                    The Reaping was something to look forward to in District 1, everybody knew about it, everybody loved it and the kids running around all hoped that they would get their name picked out from the glass balls that held potential tributes. Well, not everybody. Amber Diamonde didn’t really care about the Games, whether she was picked or not was of little interest to her. Sure, she watched the Games every year like other people did, she followed Katniss’ journey of rebellion but wasn’t surprised in the least when it ended abruptly. The Capitol always gets what it wants. That’s why there were only twelve districts, instead of the original thirteen. District 12 was almost destroyed as well, but Snow brought a quick halt to the rebellion and things went along as usual. Which is why the Hunger Games were starting up again, and everybody’s excitement came back — families hoped that their children would win and claim fame to both their district and the family name. Amber’s family didn’t really care either. When she was little, they had made her go to the Academy where children were trained for the Games, but once they saw that she had no desire to be chosen, they left her alone. Amber’s dream wasn’t to be a tribute for the Hunger Games, but to be designer — she had an eye for what went well together and what didn’t. She often wished that she lived in the Capitol, so she could be a stylist there. But her wish was as likely to come true as one of the citizens of District 12 discovering soap.

                                                    That’s why, that hazy morning on which the Reaping was set to occur, Amber dressed slowly, half-heartedly, in a nice dress — one that she made herself. The flaming red reminded her of the Girl on Fire, but really, she was too lazy to change out of it. Tossing her long, dark hair out of her face, she accessorized and got ready just like any other morning. The nice thing about living in the Luxury District is that no one had to have a reason for dressing up; they just did because they felt like it. District 1 was in charge of providing the Capitol with luxuries that no one else could afford: gems, jewelry, face paints, makeup, perfume, and fabrics. It all came from Amber’s district, and in return, the Capitol let them keep the extras — and there were always a lot of extras, the people who made the things always made sure of that. When Amber left the house, it was about noon, and yet, there were children and teenagers alike running to get to the Square, their excitement palpable enough to make Amber grimace. The only thing that she honestly couldn’t stand about the annual event was the deaths that occurred — or rather, how the gamemakers made the cameras linger on the dying tributes as the lights faded from their eyes. It made her feel sorry for the families that had to witness their child dying. She recalled two years ago when the two tributes from District 1 died, there was much weeping and mourning — everyone joined in, for everyone respected the dead. Amber remembered Glimmer and her grimace deepened, they had been friends since their Academy days and it was Glimmer who had taught her how to make snares.

                                                    Shaking her head of such morbid thoughts, the young woman began to make her way down to the Town Square, which was as sure to be as festive as the rest of the district, with banners and colourful streamers that offset the gleaming streets of District 1. It wasn’t as nice as the Capitol, but it held its own. The entire city was built out of marble, even the houses, so when the sun shone down, the streets literally shined. It was a privilege to live in District 1, and even though Amber often wished she lived in the Capitol, she was thankful to at least be living here. She couldn’t imagine living in one of the poorer districts, where they didn’t even have running water, or where people didn’t have enough food. The young woman gave a delicate shudder and brought her orange eyes up to the sky, where fluffy clouds drifted to and fro, looking as lazy as she felt. Her eyes had been an alteration her father had bought her when she turned thirteen, he had taken her to the Capitol and let her change one thing about herself — she changed her eye colour to that of her namesake: amber. She reached the Town Square and was not surprised to see the large screens and cameras littered all around; she only wondered where Aqua Minroe, the escort for District 1, was. She was usually there by now, fluttering about the temporary stage, fussing about with her blue hair and matching makeup, her silvery blue skin shimmering in the sunlight. Maybe she was running late.

                                                    Amber made her way up to the fountain that decorated the middle of the square and sat on the edge, crossing her ankles and watched the Capitol workers set up the areas for the lines. There always had to be orderly lines, if not, there would be chaos from the children trying to reach the registering table. Often, the girl wondered what it might be like to live in one of the Districts were being chosen for the Games was a bad thing, and was dreaded by the public. She only knew happiness when it came to the event, and couldn’t imagine anything else. “Dia! You’re a bit early aren’t you?” Her father’s voice made her jump. She had forgotten that his jewelry store was at the Square. She gave her a father a grin, revealing perfect, white teeth. “Of course, Papa! You know how much I adore the Games!” She said it in jest, but to others it would appear genuine. One of the things that everyone learned from the failed Rebellion was that no one was to speak against the Capitol, lest they silence you. Her father let out a booming laugh that made the workers look over. With his broad stature and towering height, one wouldn’t expect him to be a jeweler, since such things required utter delicacy, yet he had the most gentle and precise hands in the district. “Yes well, be sure to return in time for supper dear. We’re having quail with vegetable soup and pie for dessert.” That sounded delicious and Amber’s stomach growled in anticipation. “Yes, Papa. I’ll be sure to be back by then.” Amber said her words confidently, knowing that there was very little chance of her name getting picked. Only seven slips of paper had her name on it, seven out of thousands.

                                                    Her father left, his hands full of fabric to carry to her mother, who was a seamstress. Not the most glamorous of jobs, nor the best paying, but her father’s job made up for that. Amber dawdled about for the hour that was left before the Reaping, adjusting the strap on her heels more than once. She was the one of the first people to register when the lines opened, her face impassive as they pricked her finger in order to get her name and age. Right when she had signed up, Aqua showed up in her entire blue tinted glory. “Hello? Hello everyone!” her melodic voice made the affected Capitol accent sound lovely. She gave a smile to the population of District 1 and everyone smiled back. It just couldn’t be helped; Aqua Minroe had that sort of charisma. “Happy Hunger Games everyone!” Cheers rang out from every corner of the Square, from kids and adults alike. “And as you sign up today, I’d like to remind you that the Hunger Games are a time for celebration and happiness.” This was a speech that the escort went through yearly; followed by that dreadful video about how the Capitol and the thirteen districts came to be, and how a war had caused District 13 to be obliterated. Blah, blah, blah, it was the same spiel every year. Amber tuned out until everyone had signed in and Aqua was ready to draw the names. She wondered who were going to be the tributes, and she hoped that it would be someone who would truly enjoy being part of the Games — in other words, not her. “Today is the day we get to find out who the lucky boy and girl is going to be!” More cheers from the crowd, while Amber stood silently.

                                                    Aqua stepped up the first glass bowl, her hand hovering above the rim. “As always, ladies first!” and she dipped in her hand. The entirety of the crowd awaited the name with nervous anticipation. Aqua unfolded the paper with deliberate slowness and gave a large smile when she saw who it was. “The lucky girl is… Amber Diamonde!” Amber froze, her eyes wide. Did the escort just say her name? She felt something akin to panic rise in her, but there was no fear. She knew how to survive anything they threw at her, but she didn’t like how everyone’s eyes were now focused on her. “Amber, Amber come on up dear!” Aqua beckoned to her, her skin glinting like diamonds in the sunlight. Taking a deep breath, the young woman made her way up to the stage and returned the escort’s encouraging smile. “Congratulations honey, you’re the tribute for your district!” ‘Right, lucky me,’ the young woman thought soberly, contrasting sharply with the smile on her face. “Now it’s onto the lovely gentlemen!” Aqua cried, her hand dipping into the other bowl and bringing up a slip of paper with a sharp pull. “And the boy shall be…” she unfolded it equally as slowly as she did with Amber’s slip. “Aleron Brimstone!” Aleron was at the top of his class at the Academy, he was a blood-thirsty, ruthless young man who on more than one occasion severely hurt the unlucky classmate with whom he was practicing with. He gave a cocky grin and ran a hand through his short, dark hair, his eyes with full of glee. He made his way up to the stage and wrapped an arm around Amber’s shoulders, as if they were best buds and they hadn’t spoken more than three words since they turned twelve. “Why, thanks for the honour, Miss Minroe.” He gave her a wink and Aqua tittered, the skin of her cheeks tinting purple. ‘Her version of a blush?’ The female tribute thought as she looked at Aleron, his arm still around her. He was handsome, but there was a cold glint in his eyes that gave Amber the shivers.

                                                    “Happy Hunger Games everyone! And may the odds be ever in your favor!” Aqua’s words sounded hollow in Amber’s ears as she was led away from the stage and into a building, Aleron had switched his grip from her shoulders to her waist, as if he knew that she needed supporting. She was glad to have him there, even if it was only a temporary sort of comfort before they were pitted against each other in the games. Just the idea of being in the Games was making her feel faint and when Aqua and the Peacekeepers led her into a small room — away from Aleron, thankfully, his grip had been getting unnecessarily tight. The door suddenly opened and her father and mother were led in, both with forced smiles on their faces. “Congratula-” her father’s words were cut off by Amber launching herself into his arms, her eyes filling with tears. “Why did I have to be chosen, Mama? Papa? There are so many others who would kill to be in my shoes, to have that chance to become Victor! I don’t want to kill anyone…” Her mother gently touched her daughter’s shoulder and Amber let go of her father. “Amber, dear, we understand. But you were the one who was given this opportunity, make us proud darling. Besides, if you’re careful, you won’t have to kill anyone. Just wait them out.” her mother said softly, hugging her daughter tightly. Her father hugged her next, whispering only these words of comfort in her ear, “Remember, Dia, no mercy.” Then, they were taken away from her, and she was alone.

                                                    The next few days were a blur, the train, the arrival at the Capitol, the meeting of their mentor — a past victor by the name of Quartz Brenan — the meeting of her stylist and the prep group — her stylist was a young woman with vibrant pink hair named Bubble — and the parade of the districts. She had dressed in a gown made out of diamonds, glitter had been placed on her skin and made her seem alike to a jewel. Bubble was a genius, for the crowd went wild when they saw her and Aleron, his own suit made out of diamonds. Amber was sure to have plenty of sponsors this year after the parade and the training, in which she received a 10. She was sure she could have made an 11, if she had shown them her skill with building things out of practically nothing. The next day, it was time for the interviews, Claudius Templesmith, whose hair was now an alarming shade of yellow, awaited them. Bubble had dressed Amber in an outfit designed to sparkle, especially with all the stage lights. Everything she was wearing was sparkly, from the innocent looking bows in her hair, which pulled her long bangs away from her eyes, to the nail polish on her pinky toe. She was even wearing shimmer than reflected light from her skin. They called Amber’s name and she made her way onstage, and was instantly met with the loud cheers from the crowd as the light hit her and refracted, creating rainbows all over.

                                                    “Whoa! Would you all take a look at her!” Claudius’ voice was as loud and boisterous as ever, his shining white grin was contagious and Amber smiled back. “A perfect outfit for the Shimmering Gem of District 1! Truly worthy of your name, many compliments to your stylist!” Amber could practically hear Bubble giggling, though she was somewhere far deep in the crowd. The young woman sat down on the chair opposite Claudius, her smile faltering as the crowd’s cheers died down. “Now, tell me, Miss Amber, coming from District 1, what is the best thing here in the Capitol that you don’t have back home?” Amber thought for a moment, before responding with a simple, “The water.” Claudius raised an eyebrow at her, as if he had never heard that answer before. “Water? What do you mean?” Amber shrugged, her movement sending new rainbows everywhere. “In District 1, we only have one fountain. It’s beautiful, sure, but here there’s water everywhere. It’s amazing.” The yellow-haired host began to laugh, understanding her answer. “Oh! The water! Well, you say it’s amazing, but it’s not as amazing as you! Right everyone?” More raucous cheers and catcalls from the crowd. Amber’s interview didn’t last much longer, and at the end, Claudius made her stand up and twirl for him and the crowd, like he once did for Katniss Everdeen. It made her stomach feel funny, but she wasn’t planning a Rebellion, so she had nothing to worry about. The crowd ooh’d and ahh’d, looking amazed. Amber exited the stage and watched the rest of the interviews from her backstage, where they had a large screen. Aleron, the tributes from all the other districts, none of them made much of an impression on the young woman, though the tributes from District 2 and 4 looked tough, and she wondered if Aleron would want them in their Career group — such was the tradition of the Games.

                                                    Amber quickly forgot the rest, except for the male tribute from District 12. Cole Flint, was it? He looked scary tough in his simple clothes — normal clothes that made the rest of the outfits look extremely gaudy, especially her own. He was all seriousness, answering Claudius’ questions with one word answers. The girl from District 1 shuddered, hoping that she would never have to face him in the arena and that he would get killed early on by one of the other tributes — Aleron could easily take him, but she knew that he could rip her apart if he got his hands on her. The next day, they were on their way to the arena. Amber was dressed in sensible clothes, for once. No, not only sensible, but clothes that were meant for battle. Combat boots, cargo pants, several layers for her torso, and thick socks protecting her feet. One couldn’t be too careful in the arena, for it changed every year, and while one could take clothes off in the heat, it’s hard to come by extra clothes for the cold. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, her bangs clipped back with a glittery pin. That and the single ring adorning her finger were the tokens from her district, a way from everyone watching to know that she came from District 1, the Luxury district. She said her final goodbyes; Bubble and Quartz even gave her a farewell hug. Aleron and her shook hands and nodded to one another, a sign that meant that their plan — to get the Career group going again — was enabled. Taking a deep breath, the young woman climbed onto the platform, the glass sliding down and separating her from Bubble and Quartz. And then the platform slowly began to rise, Amber’s stomach suddenly started doing flips — she hoped that she would survive the Cornucopia without killing anyone, but she already knew that was a silly thing to wish.

                                                    The first thing that Amber saw was white, both on the ground and flying through the air, the next thing she registered was the bitter cold that cut through the layers she was wearing. The final thing was that there were plenty of trees, a fact for which she was grateful — she was good with bark and leaves and the like, she could make things and survive. Her mind was already flying as she thought about how to make shelter from the bark and snow. And slowly, the timer counted down from sixty, and all around her, the tributes dared one another to move.

                                                    Forty nine, forty eight…



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▐▐ ( BORN WITH ) A TITLE
My entire name is Ailis Selene Dyan~

▐▐ ( HOWEVER ) I'M CALLED
I go by a lot of nicknames! Lili, and Seli are just two~ But I have an alias designed specifically for my special... business.
I sign all my notes with the name Luna.

▐▐ ( MOST IMPORTANT ) DAY
Fall 10th is my birthday~ Are you going to give me presents, or am I going to have to take them?

▐▐ ( MAKING ME ) AT LEAST
Twenty! I've been at this business for a while!

▐▐ ( I'VE GOT THE EYES ) FOR
I like the Men wandering around here, but the women are so much easier to steal from.

▐▐ ( BY DAY, I'M HUMAN ) BY NIGHT, I'M
The Thief~ Guard your possessions or they might go missing.

▐▐ ( SIMPLE ) DELIGHT
Things like Gold and Gold and oh! Gold make me happy! Oh, and alright, Food and Jewelry are the ways to my heart~

▐▐ ( ANOTHER WEED ) OF THE WORLD
Eww, I don't like Arrogance, Cops, Branches, and Bananas. Ick!

▐▐ ( A RAINBOW ) OF PERSONALITIES
Around town, I'm sure people would say I'm rather Ditzy and sorta Clumsy, but Kind and Friendly to anyone that happens to talk to me. I would also be described as Selfless and really Sweet, as well as Hyper and Innocent. All this means that I am in fact, quite a good Actress. Yes, yes, it's all a ruse. In reality, I'm Ruthless and Cunning, and of course, I have to be Stealthy and Sly in order to pull off jobs without being caught. I am naturally very Blunt and Honest, but I can be Nice and I'm always Thoughtful! I always leave thank-you-notes when I steal, just to let them know that I appreciate their contribution. I'm quite Talented! I can climb up trees in a blink, create the best slight of hand and run quicker than any Olympic medalist. I guess it's all in the practice.

▐▐ ( MY LIFE STORY ) GOES LIKE
Honestly, I came to Akaihana Village completely by accident. I was born in a very big city and I've been in the thieving business for about six years, due to the fact that my mother got very, very sick and I had to be the one to find a way to support us. I tried to find a job, but no one would hire an inexperienced fourteen year old girl who looked like the street urchin she was. So, I learned how to pick-pocket. At first, I was very bad at it and I got caught several times, most people slapped me or hit me away. This only made me more determined to become good at it. With enough practice, I was pick-pocketing several hundred dollars a day. It wasn't enough though, when my mom had to be taken to the hospital. I still tried though, I tried my hardest to pay the bills so that she could get well, but in the end, she died anyway. After she was gone, I turned to the larger jobs; homes, businesses, even managed to rob a bank once.

It was during that bank robbery that I almost got caught, and had to flee the city in which I was staying in. I dyed my hair purple and I took a trip to anywhere and ended up in Akaihana. I pulled on my "I'm-So-Cute-And-Innocent" act, accentuated only by my penchant of cutesy clothes and I was taken in. I'm one of the villagers now, and I try to keep control of my sticky fingers, I do, but sometimes I slip up and rob the stores around here and sell the items. Not for the money, I have plenty of that, but to fulfill the urges I get. Sometimes I also pick-pocket, but that's so I don't lose practice. Of course, no one knows that It's me who robs the people and places, because I leave little notes signed, "Luna~❤" and that throws them off my trail. I do feel bad though, stealing from the people I know, but I can't really help it, now can I? A thief's got to do what a thief's got to do~

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▐▐ ( BORN WITH ) A TITLE
My birth certificate says Abel Sumnor Bronwen.

▐▐ ( HOWEVER ) I'M CALLED
You can call me Whatever You Want, baby.

▐▐ ( MOST IMPORTANT ) DAY
Fall 23rd is the day I was born.

▐▐ ( MAKING ME ) AT LEAST
Twenty-Five if we're being precise.

▐▐ ( I'VE GOT THE EYES ) FOR
Just the Women in bed, though I'm not adverse to flirting with men.

▐▐ ( BY DAY, I'M HUMAN ) BY NIGHT, I'M
The Doctor. You'd better heed my orders.

▐▐ ( SIMPLE ) DELIGHT
Give me Cute Women, Animals, Grasses, Flowers, and Homecooked Dishes. Yum!

▐▐ ( ANOTHER WEED ) OF THE WORLD
Keep those Fishes, Gossips, Loud Noises, and Junk Ores faaaar away from me!

▐▐ ( A RAINBOW ) OF PERSONALITIES
So maybe you've heard around town that I'm a little Bossy, but that's because I'm naturally Caring and I Worry too much about people. Not to mention I'm the Doctor, so what I say goes! Especially when it comes to someone's health. I'm Cynical and Bitter , so I don't believe people very easily. I tend to be rather Short and Rude when it comes to strangers or people that won't listen to me. I also have a Short Temper, and I'm not afraid to yell at you if you make me mad. If you're on my good side however, you can be sure I will Flirt with you, I can't help it, it's in my nature. I love flirting with men, women, anyone who gets too close to me. Unfortunately, my bed is only reserved for women. Many, many women. Did I mention I was somewhat of a Womanizer? I also never hold any attachments to the women I sleep with, I guess that makes me Distant.

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I was born here in Akaihana Village but I have no idea who my parents are. I was raised by my grandmother, who insists that my parents loved me very much and would have done anything for me. Bullshit. I think my grandmother just told me that to make me feel better because I didn't have parents to take with me on school conferences and whatnot. Either that, or she was truly delusional. I didn't see her much when I went off to the city to go to college and get my medical degree, I had no real attachment to the old lady; she was more like a nanny during my childhood than an actual relative. So by the time I had come back, she had already passed and I guess I'll admit that I feel a little guilty about not being here for her. After that, I dedicated myself to healing the sick.

I haven't been back in Akaihana for very long, maybe six months, but regardless of that, I'm still a native of this quiet, peaceful village, and I'm happy to help in anyway that I can.

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