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[StellaCosmos]

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~ here it comes and there it g o e s

The Title | | Miss Adaline Evelia Moreau
Book Years | | Twenty-Four
Color Cover | | Defiantly a big chested female
Origin | | 100% Canadian, which also makes her part French
Copyright | | At this age I'm defiantly on the staff, as Mythica's favorite Librarian

~ all the while our concoction g r o w s

The Cover | |

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[Head]

Adaline's head appearance has some different phases. Her hair is sort of a purple, ultra violet color. It is her natural hair color. Strange ain't it? It's a mostly thin straight but sometimes curls out at the ends from it's strange longness. She's been wanting to cut it for awhile, but she never had the guts to or the heart; she likes it too much to destroy it. The length of her hair reaches down all the way to her back knees. She's quite proud that it hasn't been cut for a couple of years. Her skin complexion is a pale color, but not albino. She was only in Canda, with a few visits to France. Her eyes are a sort of light red, sometimes it looks like a dark red depending on the light being shinned on her. She has a sort of petite nose and thin lips, sometimes they stretch out and flatten when she is angry. That is rare though and only happens with her books. Normally it's in a small shape which reveals that she is confused about something in the social world. Her third phase is when her lips are scrunched together and puffed out, and that means she spies a man that will hopefull notice her. On her face you will notice she has an eye problem and wears glasses. As for contacts she only wears them when she's on a date, and that doesn't happen often. So it's mostly glasses. As for make-up, she feels it a no-no and goes with her natural looks. Not to say that she wouldn't put on just a tad if she was on date, but again it doesn't happen often.

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[Torso]

Well to begin with she has an average size neck. It isn't normaly covered in necklaces but sometimes she'll put on a choker. Other than that it stays bare. During the winter she has a certain style of wearing turtle necks, but comfy ones. Not the knitted ones; God forbid those. Her favorite one is black, she is very prone to that color. There is another thing with her wardrobe you must know. Sometimes she goes off the deep edge and when she knows a man is in her library she will press a secret button under her desk that holds multitudes of skimmpy roleplay clothes and such. She has a sort of maid one, but not really, and a gothic one, and believe it or not, a Hawiian grass skirt and a coconut bra. That last one is when she is desperate. Her chest happens to be a C cup, which is on it's way to D. Although, this brings her no success. She has a pretty thin waist, but still managing to seem like an adult. Not everyone can stay young forever. Her arms are only slightly muscular, well she doesn have to climb up ladders all the time when she's too lazy to use her powers. Her standard height is 5'11" with a weight of 138lbs. It's mostly the stuff in her breasts, and her bones, and yet she is still trying to make 120. In her mind it's because that'll make men come to her.

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[Legs]

This is what really gets Adaline motivated to put on clothes in the morning. She absolutely loves her legs, yeah they aren't baywatch perfect, but they are long and sleek. Thus noting all the skirts, dresses, and her secret stash of seductive clothing. Sadly her legs are only covered on just unbearable cold days, which doesn't happen often seeing as she grew up in Canada. She usually gets in a bitter mood when this happens. As for shoes, well like any girl she goes all out for high heels. She loves her many red colored high heels, and even her black and sort of purple colored ones too. Sometimes she will also wear stockings with her heels, and this is if, like always, a man is in her library.
Publication | |

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[Quincy Justin Moreau]

Quincy, or Justin as he liked to be called, is in fact dead. He passed away four years ago shortly after Adaline's almost wedding. He lived a good life with his wife as a school teacher himself. Never got to retire though, and the little fortune he made he left with his wife and daughter.

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[Valda Layla Moreau]

Valda, or Layla as she likes to go by, just like her deceased husband, is a widow still living up in Canda. The death of her husband has finally eased so now she is seeing other men and such, but has yet to re-marry. Layla still keeps in contact with Adaline, even though her phone calls of either talking away about a some book she recently read or cry about another failed attempt at date. Sometimes she even pities her daughter because she hasn't been able to find a man, like her, with powers and such, since her first and last wedding screw up.
The Chapters | |

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[I]

There isn't much of a prologue to Adaline's life. Her parents met at a dance at the school that Quincy worked at. Valda was visiting her older sister who was volunteering at the school and she came as a guest. When Valda met Quincy her knees buckled under her and she litterally fell head over heels and collasped in his arms. After that it was date after date until the wedding day and then the honeymoon, and then the baby. Dear little Adaline. There is just a little bit more to the story though. Quincy revealed to Valda during their honeymoon that he was a mutant. She took it as a joke, until he levitated himself from the ground. You could image her screaming, or crying, or fainting, but what really happened was her snapping her fingers and said, "Well damn, I'm gonna have to get bigger heels." They wondered if Adaline would have some powers like Quincy as well, but nothing ever showed. Well one thing did, Valda's stomach size kept changing repeativiely. First it was big, then it would be small then grow again only to change, but nevertheless she still had the baby nine months later. A very small baby that is. To explain she came out a normal sized baby but suddenly turned as small as a mouse and then to the size of two watermeleons, she could change her size.

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[II]

So Adaline grew up with powers like her father, and learned to channel it. Like everyone her problem was that her other power stayed asleep if you will. In Canda she attended one school, and that was a private school from kindergarden to high school. She kept her size powers in check, so there was never a problem. Well except for her hair and eyes, but since her father worked at the local university he was very muchknown and loved and so no one dared to pick on her. Until she was fourteen. The walk from the school to her home wasn't too far, and there wasn't a lot of streets to get lost in, but like most stories, one day she wanted to go to the park. In her previous years she would go with her father to the University's library and read consistantly. It was always a little stuffy in there, so that one day she decided that instead of reading the book she rented out there she would go the park. A yes, a park, where many many kids like to play and get along. Except not in all cases, because there is always some kid, usually a guy, who likes to allinate the outcast. Adaline is of course the main character of this story so naturally she is the one who is picked on. The setting is a cold day, like every other day, yet she is wearing a skirt to her knees, with a rain jacket on, because of the snow. She's really quite cozy sitting on the titter-totter that refuses to move, seeing as she was alone on it. Not that she noticed at all seeing as she was so absorbed in her book called A Connecicut Yankee in King Athur's Court. She was so busy laughing at the comedy that was The Boss, or Hank, that like most ditzy people did not see the boys advancing the titter-totter. The shadow over her book caused her to look up. By the crest that was on their jackets, she was able to determine that they went to her school, because it matched the symbol on her rain jacket. Make friends, she thought, and so she quickly got up and gave them a greeting. These boys were a little older though, sixteen maybe? Not very nice either, seeing as soon as she spoke one coughed out freak. Adaline, may have been ditzy but she wasn't stupid. She ran before a brawl started; she did not work so hard containing her powers so that some boys would blow her family's secret. There wasn't a place she could hide though, and being smart she ran to the university. The boys were fast though and they followed. Why? She kept wondering as she snuck through the kitchen. Why did they want her? What did they want to rape her or something? Flattering, but no. Kill her? No. Abuse her? That was the only thought she could think of. Just push her around a bit, but not kill her obviously. They were at a fricking a playground, in the afternoon. Nobody drinks in that type of setting. Her thinking drove her to a dead end; to the vents it was. She was just tall enough to reach and pushed herself in the vents. Not at all as cool as you see in the movies. There spider webs, which stuck to her face and hair, and it was cramped, and extremely hot. Beads of sweat were falling from her forehead because of it. Plus, it's not all fully lighted so half the time she bumped her head on corners. Luckily she made it to the library, her safe haven. She pushed open the vent quietly and painfully fell to the ground. Her beautiful legs were now bruised but she was safe. Might as well read right? So that's what she did for a good hour and half, till someone noisly entered the library. Adaline peaked out of the side to spot one of the guys from earlier in there. Great, she was trapped in the empty, dead end corridor of books. It would only be a matter of time. Maybe he wouldn't come this way, she thought. She just had to be extremely quiet, so she pressed her body to the wall and held her breath. She could hear him drawing closer like those horror movies, and like most horror movies the boy was too lazy to search the whole way. She was free, oh wait no. Of course, that little itch in her throat that happens in all books and movies came to her, and she had to cough. There, she was done. The boy came weilding around till he faced her, no movements came from either of them, until more voices came. So fricking typical. Then they advanced towards her, and she cringed against the wall shutting her eyes, getting ready to scream. They were the ones who ended up screaming though, she opened her eyes to finds books, upon books, around her levitating off the ground and knocking the boys around. Surely it was her father, but alas it was not, because as soon as they left the books fell and her knees buckled her to the ground. She just found her next power.

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[III]

For the rest of her teen years she was able to carry on living in Canada and not have to move. When the boys tried to tell everyone in town about Adaline, naturally everyone thought they were crazy. It was also helpful for Adaline because she was able to find her other power and harness it with her father. Her levitation powers worked differently though. Unlike her father, she is unable to lift her own body or the bodies of others, just things. A tree for example. Adaline started to wear glasses during the age she lifted a tree. She was seventeen at the time, and the glasses seemed like a permanet thing. That's what happens when you read excessivley. She lived pretty normally, well as normally as a mutant gets, until nineteen. Then at the same college her father worked at she met Ross Levon Surget. They met in, of course, a lirbary, the very same library were Adaline found her second dormet power. Picture a girl sitting down in a chair quietly with mid length violet hair tied up in a pony tail, with glasses, and a dark green long-sleeves shirt, with a pink plaid skirt. Very nerdy. She stands up and just like the books she gets up to throw away her pencil shavings and she crashes into what seemed to her like a giant stack of books with legs. Ross really did have that many books and the reason being was that he just transfered in from the northern part of the U.S. and wanted to catch up with all the work. Adaline to say the least was very embarrassed that she crashed into him and tried to help him with all his books, even though her elbow had a rug burn. When they finally looked each other in the face she felt her face fluster. He was absolutely beautiful. Nice smooth brown hair, although cut a little messy, but styled to the left. His eyes were light brown with just a very tiny hint of green. His eyes quickly noticed Adaline's elbow rug burn and offered to take her to the nurse. They stayed friends for three months and he finally had the nerve to ask her out. Eight months later they were getting marries. No one could possibly know how estatic Adaline was about this. Never before has she had a guy in her life until Ross and now she was getting married. Now when you read a book there is always a climax and then a resolve. This was Adaline's peak, her marriage and the deaths that followed. Ross decided to go camping as a bachelor party, but something went wrong, like it always does. An avalanche came down and took the whole cabin with it, and Ross and his buddies. Adaline waited at the alter for what seemed like hours and assumed what most assumed. Ross had left her, and since no one found the body, no one could say otherwise. Adaline's almost happily ever after never came.

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[IV]

Adaline was morebaly depressed at the disappearnace of her finace, but she had worse matters to attend to. Her father was ill, the deathly kind of ill. He was dieing slowly and of course there was a very big grief moment for Adaline. Two months after the failed wedding he died, and Adaline could not take the pain alone. She tried very hard to meet a man that would love her, but all the dates would end after the first date. It was her looks that they found unnormal, and slowly Adaline's personality started to change drastically. She went from quiet to more outgoing in the sense she was always trying to get a guy's attention and her perosnality could be described as a desperate house wife personality. This continued on for three years until she was twenty three. Then she decided it was time to get out of Canada and find a job elsewhere, met new people, well men. So she packed her bags and eventually found a job at Mythica as a librarian. This is her second year at the school. It seemed fitting for her, since it was for students with powers, and she wasn't good at anything else but with books.

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[Epilogue]

Adaline's personality is one that does in fact need to be described. When she was younger she was the quiet bookworm. It does go a bit deeper than that though, but only with her family. Mainly her father since he was her teacher in the art of controlling her powers. She was happy and made smart remarks, but those evaporated when her father died. The only factor that held was her love for books. It only grew stronger after the incident when she was fourteen. She gets very protective when it comes to her books, and sort of snaps when a books is returned abused. Normally she will just yell a lot and force her body to get larger and wind up levitating sharp pencils at the kid who dares disrespects her dear novels. Now what's new is that she defiantly has this whole flirtacious personality going on, except with a desperate twist. She literally would go into a desperate state of mind just to get a guy to notice her and go on a date with her. Other than those two drastic personalities she has a calmer side when she is around staff and students who aren't rude to her books. She sits and reads; such a typical librarian. Adaline could spend hours reading romance novels and never notice the time passing by her.
Index | |

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[Size Shifiting]

The name pretty much explains it, but let's go a little further. Adaline can change her size, not her appearance. Her power deals with her height, it has no connection with her appearance, such as making her head bigger, or any other bodily part bigger; she's tried. All her body pieces stay in equal portion. She's tried her size and her smallest is the size of small ant. Her biggest size is oh... probably 75 yards high. She tested that out in a secluded place in France; it was during a family vacation.

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[Levitation]

In her history this is explained a little, but it will be elborated here too. She has the ability to levitate objects, any objects. Humans included, the only problem is herself. She lacks the ability to levitate herself; she even tried shrinking herself and then doing it, but it still doesn't work. Obviously the lighter weight the object is the easier. When it comes to people though it's just slightly harder, but she's had years to perfect it so it doesn't strain her as much. Adaline can also lift up to four people in the air, but her biggest challenge is lifting up an elephant. A two hander of course, but it is possible.

~ fire, air, water, and r o c k

New Release | |
♥ Books :: Romance novels especially
♥ Men :: Her personality expresses this fully
♥ Snow :: It's pure and peaceful
♥ Coffee :: It fits the Librarian profile
♥ Pine Trees :: The smell is comforting
♥ Skirts :: It's a female thing
♥ Ice cream :: Who doesn't love this?
Papercut | |
✖ Disrespect :: On her books of course
✖ Stand-ups :: Her dates often end this way
✖ Humidity :: It makes her head sticky
✖ Caramel :: It hardens her teeth
✖ Paper cuts :: A Librarian's worse fear
✖ Baggy pants :: It hides her legs
✖ Clowns :: Who doesn't have that fear?
Bookmark | |
Her glasses :: They help her to see
Mythica's Library :: Adaline simply loves books.
The Librarian | |
Situation number one is that she would be having a bored looking face on sittiring some coffee and in her other hand she would be reading one random romance novel. Her other situation would be trying to get a guy's attention in her library by wearing one of her secret costumes. This would lead to a failed attempt.

~ what you wanted is what you g o t

The Author | | Written by :: StellaCosmos

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[StellaCosmos]

xxxxLittle Miss Star

T h e F a c t s

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say my name;; Natalie____C l a i r e____Clevenger
say it again;; Nat, Natty, sometimes Claire
miracle day;; Twenty - E i g h t____November
doctor said I was a;; Pretty little lady
i've been around;; E i g h t____to the____T e e n
measuring stick says;; Five - six and 3/4
the lies the scale says;; O n e____Twenty____F o u r

window-window to my soul;; Light brown
repunzle's hair is nothing compaired to mine;; ____B l o n d e
the million dollar shot;; B e l i e v e

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y o u r s e l f

you must like me 'cause I'm like this;; To be very blunt, I don't like to follow many fashion trends, and that's mainly because I can't afford that stuff. I like to just wear t-shirts and some jeans, nothing fancy, and you will see me wearing the same thing often. Not everyone can have a full clothed closet. The only thing I really do pride myself on is my hair, it's blonde but not like those fake bleach blonde girls. You could say the length goes to about mid-back, and naturally it's straight with some waves. Although sometimes my hair is straightened or sometimes I curl it. My body may also seem a little thin, and there are two explinations for that. Again, not everyone can have a five star dinner, and for my dancing; it burns a lot of weight.

Well, I don't have any birthmarks, but I have a freckles. They're on my arm, but they are so light you'd have to grab my arm and stick in your face. There is however, one freckle that stands out the most. It is located on my left hand on the ring finger and oldly resembles a diamond.



G e t t i n ' t o k n o w y o u
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am I odd?;; Looks can be decieving. Most say I look shy and all at a first glance, but really nothing could be farther from the truth. I show no fear when going in front of a crowd to preform, although if there is someone extremely important to me or my future, then yes I will get a little nervous, but I certainly won't say it out loud. I guess you could say I have a soft voice, meaning I don't like to yell a lot, but when surprised I may shriek. Another fact is that I love a good laugh; I'm just a generally smiling kind of person. My foster parents are always calling me modest, and I add with high goals. I won't waste time gloating on the present when I can be so much better, which brings me to my next quality, strive. Some would consider me kind, well kind enough to help with work. Yes, I'll listen to your problems, but I don't consider myself good with giving the best of advice, although some say my advice helped them. My negative quality would have to be my curiosity, which sometimes gets the better of me and makes me look a fool. To continue on, I am a bit gullible, but only slightly.

My school intellect is pretty standard with a few smart classes, but my dancing career and work gets in the way of my studies, so sometimes you may see me go sleepless nights trying to get all my work done. An obvioust quality is that I'm not spoiled; my parents don't have the money to spoil me. There's always a plus in being in foster care. I'm also very conservative with my things; waste not, want not. As for flirting, well I don't, can't actually, do it at all. I'm just not cut out for the flirting business, not to say I don't have crushes, but when it comes to expressing it, words don't come naturally. I usually try to come up with a dance that expresses it and preform it at a local talent show in hopes that they'll see it. When it comes to relationships, I'd say I'm pretty darn dedicated to them just as much as my dancing really. Although with all my time being booked up for dance, work, and school, a boyfriend has little time, which is why they all break up with me because they feel like they're loosing me in my tough schedual. As for honesty, yes I am very honest. I try not to lie a lot, I don't usually have enough imagination or time to lie and when I do lie, because everyone lies, I feel extremely guilty, and it tends to show in my face or my dancing.
made me or broke me;; I was born on November twenty-eight to whom I presume was a happy couple. Is that the truth? I have no idea. My biological parents had me, and shortly after gave me to an orphange. My biological parents never came back, didn't leave a note or explination, nor did they even name me. I was just a girl baby being sent to live with other parent-less kids. It wasn't all bad, I grew up with about seventeen other kids. The oldest was fourteen I recall, and she was pretty nice, but only spent time drawing. I was the youngest, until I was two and another baby was taken in. I'd like to say I remembered all the events till I was four, but that would be a lie. It's extremely difficult to know every event in one's life. I do remember the food, it would be little and mushy, but it had an aquired taste and it was still food.

I was deeply blessed that I had a bed, a roof over my head, and someone to care for me. Things didn't stay too well seeing as the orphange eventually ran out of money and the government had to ship us all apart to different foster cares. I remember being with another seven year old like myself, although I don't think he liked me, and a nine year old girl. It was only an elderly woman who took us in, and I remember her house smelled of sweet potatoes, and she had a lot of cats. She was nice, even if we had to do all the chores, but it was still a place to live. She died, as all people do. Then there was a another big move, but thankfully my last. The government again moved us apart, well just the boy. There was a nice couple who took in me and the girl, and there we stayed with Katie and Charles Clevenger. Yes, that's right, I only had a first name until I was eleven. One thing remained throughout my moving process, my love of dancing. Ever since I could remember I was always moving my feet and body around, music or no music.

I'm pretty good at it now, and after years of practice I'm finally recognized as a great Contemporary Dancer. My foster family incouraged me all the way, Katie, Charlie, and Roxanne. Sadly to say my foster family isn't that rich, they were holding pretty solidly until me and Roxy, and things have been worse with the new baby, Julie, that they adopted. I've learn to always be grateful though and keep my head up thanks to them. Which is why I couldn't dare ask them to pay for my dancing lessons, which I strive for badly. I attempted to teach myself, so I went down to the book store to purchase some books, with the little money I have, on dancing. While I was there though I noticed a job opening, with out a second look I applied, and somehow I was accepted. I guess those smarty classes I've been taking pulled off for me seeing as the boss put me straight to the cash register.
paper or plastic;; Book Store____s e c o n d____Cashier
the adored-gimme! gimme!;;
____D a n c i n g
Foster Parents
____D D R
Vanilla-bean Frapaccino
____P a r k s
Laughing
____S m i l i n g
Small trinkets
____R i n g s
Math
____Cookie s
Chocolate-covered Strawberries
____W o r k i n g
Pillow fights
the detested- ew! get. it. away!;; Sleepless nights
____L i e s
Missing practices
____C r i c k e t s
Spicy food
____P a p e r - c u t s
Black nail polish
____A l c o h o l
Disorganization
____S m o k i n g
Millipeeds
____D i s e a s e s
Vomit
____P o l l e n
hold me?;;
Failing in a dance
Wet-damp places
Keraunophobia :: Fear of Lightning




I n D e p t h L o o k & P e r s o n a l
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whisper what needs to be heard;; Oh... uhm... Well, promise you won't tell? I kind of like, a lot, this one guy at my work. Another is that I love to dance, when I'm alone, in legwarmers. The last is that, although I've been going out with some guys in the past, well, I never kissed, so I guess you can say my lips are virgins.
sing what needs to be read;;
____K i s s M e____The Cardigans
____R e v o l u t i o n____The Veronicas
____O n e W e e k____Barenaked Ladies

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[StellaCosmos]

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Does it hurt?
How badly?
Tell me, 'cause I want to know
The damage I have done...
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Izzy could hear a sigh emerging from the boy. She went straight on to assume that her abasing of Edward was working. Till he started to speak; that is. His voice was soft, but loud enough for her to hear, and very lagato, speaking in music terms. His minty breath that was so strong she could smell it from her distance, did not help the purpose of why she had followed him. Through his insult she could tell that he was angry. This pleased her very much, but at the same time felt like a challenge. She could totally do a stupid play, granted it may not be the head role, but her role would be the best the crowd ever saw. She listened and kept her eyes looking cooly at Edward as he explained that there were going to be try-outs on Friday. It might conflict with her fencing, but she was the fricking captain and thus giving her full rights to ditch if she wanted too. It wasn't like there was an excessive amount of students in Fencing though; she sort of scared them all away, with bruises she added proudly. Oh, how she loved Saber, you could hit them anywhere and everywhere.

Getting back to reality, Edward had insulted her and her knowledge. Of course she knew of the classics, as he referred to them. She just did not like to hear them, or re-read them over and over and over. She didn't really like books period. She liked pithy works of art. Izzy was going to snap back at him with her well-thought out answer until he basically charged at her. Well at least, that's what it looked like in her eyes. In two quick motions she was pinned to the tree behind her. She was about to really yell at him and loose her control and give him as much pain as possible. Again, her plans were flawed, this time it was because his face jerked so close to hers that Izzy felt her breath slip away.

She knew of his powers, and the one thing that was his deadly power. One kiss and that was death, thanks to his poison, so seeing this really did give Izzy's heart a jump start. Suddenly before Izzy could even flinch of defending herself Edward backed up and in an icy tone, basically rejected her from tormenting him. All the more reason for her to want to do it more. As he turned around Izzy made sure to keep her facade the same, as if she wanted him to go like that. Well she did, now that she thought of it. It just went differently in her brain. Once he was gone Izzy exhaled and then felt the fury in her. She stood in her own silence as her chest heaved from the lust of using her powers.

A quiet nibbling was heard through Izzy's breathing and caused her to turn her head to the side. There, some distance from her, were two squirrles on the earthy ground nibbling on some acorns. Perfect. She didn't even have to walk to them, but she did have to choose. The right one would be her play toy. She looked down at its beady black eyes and felt her mind click into its and felt herself flip on that special switch in the brain that brings pain and quickly loaded it with the newly information of the pain of getting it's white little teeth being yanked out, with pleanty of blood. There would be, of course, no blood, but she could still see the creature squeaking in horror and pain. Now if only she could see it on a human.

Izzy was certainly a boorish person. Her green eyes narrowed under her sopping wet blue hair as she coldly looked down at the squirrel in sufferring pain. Her posture stayed silent through all the squeaks of horror. She was a more complex person that most people thought her. When she was in pusblic and around pain she would yell and shout and get a blood thirsty look in her face, but when in private her mind was doing so much more. She loved the fact of being high and mighty, and having power. It felt good to her, to know she was far from useless. These thoughts began to spurr with memories of Ari into Izzy's head. Ari calling her useless, a pain in the a**, and the abuses of her because Izzy was too small to do anything about it.

Well who's useless now?! she yelled out in her head. She watched as the animal gave a final squeak of horror. The connection between her and it was broken and she looked at the now vegetated state animal. That was one of two things that her powers made permanet. The other was death, anything she else would fade away as soon as the connection was broken. With the literal expression of 'stone cold' look she turned her heel and slushed back to the school in the mud. When she got ther she came intot eh school bringing in the mud and water with her. She started to go to her second period when she noticed the back of her little emo boy. Edward had her second class period and that meant another chance to get back at him.

Izzy took a step toward's him but as soon as her foot landed she felt her other power going out of her control. There were times when her precognition would happen during the day and in the past about someone she spent a lot of time with. Her eyes glazed over as she found herself looking at Paris's room with things flying everywhere and in the corner was Paris and Jesper with a knife in him. There was so much blood and before Izzy could react it moved foreward to Julian sending all the dusks a text message and then back to Jesper getting up fine and all the blood gone. In that one second she came back to the present and her thoughts were put together when a vibration in the blue bag at her hip went off. She quickly dug into her bag to check and saw there was, just as she saw, a message from Julian about not going to Paris's room. Izzy quickly exhaled because she remembered the last part of the vision and Jesper was ok. Not that she cared, she added quickly. A little paranoid though she quickly used her seeing sight and closed her eyes and let her face soften so she could see the future.

In her head she looked to little details into this week, and then the next week and stopped at seeing herself all dressed up with tons of students. She was next to a punch bowl with....oh, it was a dance. She faded out seeing all would be fine. That was until she heard a alarm go off in the school. It must have been from Jesper and Paris. A lockdown was occuring. Oh well, she would find another chance to hunt down Edward. Only one place to go now and that was her dorm.

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• • I нope ყიն иeveя ℓიაe ☆ …
your sense of wonder

• • I нope ყიն აեiℓℓ ƒeeℓ არaℓℓ ♫ …
When you stand by the ocean

• •I нo pe ყიն иeveя ƒeaя » …
mountains in the distance

• • I нope ყიն ძaռcє ღ …
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. . . Kiაა რe beиeaтн тнe რiℓky тωiℓigнт ℓeaძ რe იնե oи тнe რooиℓiт ƒℓooя.

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This is the first time I've signed in on a school computer... >_>

Hello, anyone.

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. . . Kiაა რe beиeaтн тнe რiℓky тωiℓigнт ℓeaძ რe იնե oи тнe რooиℓiт ƒℓooя.

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[StellaCosmos]

The Ϛζσѕзѕт thing
we will зυзя
come to an
σяᶁзяζγ universe is
a good ζιбяαяγ.

»»» иøω τнз sτøяγ's:: played out like this

»»» Jusτ lιkε α pαpзяbαck:: novel

»»» lετs язωяιτз aи εиδιиg:: that fits

»»» lиsτзδ øf α нøllγωøøδ:: horror

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This morning was too chaotic for young Miss Moreau, no it was yesterday morning that had her buzzing around. She had to leave her home in Canada with all her things for Mythica. She was chaning planes anyways, but she realized she had left her secret stash of suductive costumes at her summer house in France. So she had to change plains to go there and then finally get to Mythica. She was on a plane for almost eleven hours yesterday and when she came to the school last night she was only able to visit her library for a short moment before she was to part with it to her bed. This morning re-newed and ready to clean, she spent two hours cleaning it. It was mostly dusting and stacking she had to do. Nothing a little levitation and size shifting couldn't handle.

It felt good to be working on her library, making it all shinny and new for the students. They were of course all busy in first period to come and see her. Soon though, they would come to use her books, whether for pleasure or for school work, they would come. Hopefully there wouldn't be any trouble makers with her books. How she hated students who acted with the least sense of respect to a book, and not just a book, but a library book; her book. After she was done cleaning, a few minutes before the bell rang for second period, she went to her desk and pulled out her latest book that she was reading, Seduction is forever by Jenna Peterson. It's a wonderful book where the main character, Emily Redgrave is in the field of protection and almost gets killed by an assassin's bullet, but later returns to protect this guy, Grant Ashbury. What she doesn't know is that he is a spy sent to follow her.

They both have to chase each other around London, and feelings start to stirr. The book was held open in her right hand, while on her left hand, her pointer finger was swirling a spoon in her coffee. As she was getting to a juicy part she picked up her coffee mug and took a sip of it, feeling her emotions rise at her romance novel. Adaline didn't even hear Alex Crepsly come into her library, or even to her desk. If she would have known prior, she would have gone into her costume stash. She also would have been more startled if it wasn't for the fact that Alex was very gentle with noise as he laid a book he was returning. A little overdue, but for him she made an exception. She looked up at him as he spoke to her and felt her face flush at her cheeks.

Great, this always happened when she was around a guy, more so with Alex. She gave a soft smile with the compliment and answered back happily to him, "It's nice to see you have a good memory. You look just as handsome today too." He really did, to her atleast. Many would spread rumors about him and how he was Mr. Creepy, and how he was all scary-like. To Adaline though he was absolutely dashing, and with extremely well manners. Adaline took the book and placed it on the back side of her desk as the beginning of the new books she had to put away. Later of course. She turned back to Alex and opened her mouth to continue the conversation with Alex when a loud barring noise came into her head. The alarm had been set off.

She came around her desk next to Alex and said, a bit loudly because of the noise, "Is this a drill?" Certainly there couldn't be a lockdown for real on the first day of school right?

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» 「 ! ʐ ʐ ƴ 」 «

Does it hurt?
How badly?
Tell me, 'cause I want to know
The damage I have done...
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Dear lord, life was boring. For two weeks she had made little effort to kill. Well, with some exceptions, well there was a reason as to why she choose Wildlife Care. Easy access to animals, meaning a chance for her to release her craving, although it was a bit hard, seeing as her teacher would get troubled by her doings. Two weeks seemed to pass by pretty dully, ever since the stabbing nothing was new. Nothing was fun. Well again some of her classes were fun seeing as she had Emo Boy with some of her classes, actually most of them. What she almost completely forgot about was the dance, and was a little confused when she recieved the text, but soon remembered. Then shortly afterwards she found a note on her bed, from Paris, this was of course after the detensions. Izzy read through it througly and gave a slight nod to herself.

So this was her part in the dance, very well. She would do a damn good job of it. She chuckled at the Ps part. She would have no problem doing that. A couple of days previously to the dance she snuck into Professor Etzel's office to snag his Absinthe. It involved a bit of work, but thankfully he had stepped out of his office for just a moment, and she used it sneek into his office, go to his safe, pick it, snag two bottles worth, and get the hell out of there. That was one of her secret glory moments. Izzy was originally planning to go to the dance by herself, until Edward, with a tight face, asked her to go with him. She said flat out no in his face, right during a class, and happy at his embarassment. Later he was able to catch up with her and in his serious emo voice explain why he asked. So it wasn't for her, but rather as a cover up to help with her misson.

Of course then Jesper, now out of his detention cell, came to her with his part of the puzzle. He wasn't really connected to her, but to Paris. A lookout. If she needed help, she would go to Jesper, ask for a dance, and explain to him the information, who would give it to Paris. Of course Jesper was a little jealous seeing as he had no date, but didn't feel like stealing Izzy away from Edward, he insisted on escorting them to the dance. Hell she was all for it. Besides who couldn't resist her? She was Izzy. Edward said to have Jesper as the chauffer, or in his words 'taxi boy'.

While they were conversing Jesper had gotten so amped up on the dance that he wanted to have a proper entrance and was going to call his father for a limo to drive, although short distance away, to the dance. Izzy was all for it and even gave Jesper a high five, but party pooper Emo boy got all hissy. Edward was such a baby sometimes. They agreed with some sourness. Now the only thing left for Izzy was her dress. She should have listened to Miss Victoria and taken some dresses. With much struggle she made the call to her to send her over any old dress and a mask. Well when she recieved it she wondered how the hell she was able to afford that thing. It was so expensive, but fitting for her.

Izzy wasn't able to reach her, not that she was going to thank her, but instead left a silent 16 second message. She would understand.

Izzy was one of the the unlucky one to not get a room to herself. Instead she was blessed with a roomate, actually cursed. She liked having a room to herself, but oh well. Atleast this gave her a chance to express her bitchy-ness. Sadly it would have to be Wren, and yes she did know her. Thanks to Dusk. She was out at the time being but that was fine with Izzy. For the past hour she was doin the easy part. Putting on her actual dress, and yes it did take that long.

No guy obiviously ever tried to get into one of those poofy dresses. Well it was beautiful so Izzy only complained a little. The blue strapless dress fitted perfectly to her white Icelandic chest. Then came a black velvet choker with a silver diamond pendant coming from it. Who knows how Miss Victoria got this either. Izzy starred at herself in the mirror and grinded her teeth at her new challenge. Her hair. Yes it was straight, and beautiful in her eyes, but it was also long and a little messy. Out with the curler was her motto for the moment.

She quickly brushed through her hair once and began to go and curl her ends outward. That took an easy forty five minutes. Afterwards she pulled almost all of her hair up, wrapped it around a few times and gently, but tightly, stuck her hair pin in it. Her hair was so long though that some of it fell out of the pin and down the reming strands of hair across her smooth back. It looked as if she had gotten a hair cut and layered her hair; it's new length was barely past her shoulders. Her third stage, her makeup. She never wore make up, minus some eye linger, so this was a definite challenge. Izzy decided she would just do the basics and screw all the fancy stuff. She added a light blush to her pale cheeks and then began to darkly outline her eyes.

She made a pointed sort of look with the eye liner, and afterwards began to put some deep blue eye blush on it. The next part was the glitter she was applying around her eyes. Blue-ish purple glitter, she added. It was so hard she even felt her hands shaking before the glitter even touched her skin. Ten minutes had passed from just the eyes, and she was growing late. Quickly she picked up her blue-gold mask and placed it on her face, tieing the black silk strings that tied on the back. When she came back into her room, she could tell that she was late, and that Edward and Jesper would be there soon. Izzy was so hurried that her running quickly made her stub her toe against the bed and cringing from her own pain she lifted her foot, jumped up and down, rubbing it and yelling. "Ahhh! Fuuuuuhhhh! Damn it! I don't have time for this!"

Ignoring the pain she ran to her dresser and ran to her dresser grabbing her black heels, slamming her butt on the bed, and began digging in her dress for her feet. With stumbling fingers she managed to get her shoes on and jumped back up to her dressed. "Where are my ******** gloves?!" Izzy began pulling open her drawers with much force that some of them managed to come out of the dresser and onto her floor. "Aw, s**t, s**t, s**t!" Oh yes she was pissed. Her heels clomped around on her floor as she began her search for the white gloves. That was when she found them, on Wren's side of the room. She was certainly in for a shrilling bitching from Izzy.

For now though she grinded her teeth and snagged her gloves off the floor. Easily she placed them on and now ent to the final stage. The booze. She hid the bottle carefully under her bed along with two baby blue and white garters. If a smart person where to look at the four pieces they would know that she wasn't going for a bridal thing, more like an easy way to have the absinthe she stole from Mr. Richter, or Etzel - well Pretzel Etzel as she heard. She had only gotten on garter on and was attempting to slide the absinthe bottle in when she heard a knocking at her door; she was late.

"Ah, Miss Izzy, we've come to escort you to the dance."

She knew that voice to be Jesper's, he was partly on her good list. Izzy had her own list for students that she could bare, or ones that she loathed and the same went for teachers and even the Dusk. It really was going to be a shocker on how many people she just flat out hated. The reason being is that if she didn't know them she would hate them. There was no love in her heart at all, well except the love of pain. There was only two students she did not hate. One was a girl named Dylan, and nothing to do with the girl, just what she could do. Eat anything, and everything, and to Izzy that mean humans too.

Sometimes, Izzy would have daydreams of being able to do that and eating everyone she hated. In her mind it went like a gory videogame. The other was Izzy's target today, and Izzy had to admit, Paris did have a great eye for newbies. Izzy studied her carefully in their classes that they shared, and Izzy enjoyed her personality. It was humorous to her, and her powers were interesting. Somewhat like her little Emo Boy's, but different at the same time. Hers was toxicity, Edward's was poison. Her's measured a little more powerful, but then again Edward's was just as horrible. Izzy would just have to see them battle off one day.

As for teachers, there was only the lucky three. Clarise was first, Izzy did have respect for her. Did not admire her, but respected her atleast. Niklas was second, he seemed pretty cool, a teacher in Dusk. Don't see that very often. Last was Damian, the math teacher. Izzy found him so freaking funny, he was always pissed a looking for a smoke. Defiantly not like other teachers. As for the prefects, needless to say she hated them all.

One more than any of the others. There were a set of twins in those damn prefects and one of them, she just ******** loathed with a passion. No it wasn't her personality or anything, actually on different terms, and if Izzy was brought up different, she might of thought her cool. But this wasn't the case, and Izzy's personality was to hate everything, and want to kill everyone, and be extremely jealous. So she was, against Lily Watson. Izzy's powers were just two simple things, Precognition, and her favorite, Psionic Blast. Izzy's precognition was nothing to fabulous, seeing as many others had this. But her Psionic Blast was her baby, he offensive weapon. The very thing that made her powerful, and even though Lily is technically older and so couldn't possibly steal this from Izzy, or even have a control over what she had, this reasoning left Izzy completely.

She didn't care for logic at all, all she knew was rage that someone could match her. Key word could, not that Izzy believed she would. She's a prefect, a goody goody. Izzy was the bad guy, no rules attached. Well except for Paris. Speaking of which, it brought her to her Dusk list. She may work with all of them, but that didn't mean she had to like them all. Actually she found most of them, just so freaking annoying. With the exception of Paris, Venus, Julian, Jesper, Dmitri, Jao, and of course her little Emo Boy, Edward.

There was just one more person that she couldn't hate, a little boy. He worked as the maid's assistant. Izzy has seen him many times before and lo-and behold. She can't him. Little Pepper. As fore everyone else, either she didn't know them, or she had met and didn't like them. If that was the case she wanted them to not go off into a corner and die, no she wanted them to come to her and let have her fun. In Izzy's brain that was a more formidable punishment. Back to the present.

"Alright, alright. I'll be out in one ******** moment!"

She quickly took the two bottles of absinthe, twirled them and shoved them under her poofy blue dress and stuck them in her garters. Afterwards her heels clomped against the ground as she had the door opened for her. However as soon as it opened she walked onto Edward leaning onto Jesper with his fingers tracing against the lock of his hair.

"What the ********]"

That was all she could say. It was just that awkward. She expected them to quickly go and blush and submit to her gaze but instead they starred at her. Both like mindless fish. Jeez, she knew that it was bad, but not that bad. This was defiantly not helping her mood. Well atleast Edward looked decent. Not so emoish. Wait, where those safety pins? In his ears?!

She took it back and her face began to give that sickening look. He was so emo; stabbing his ear with saftey pins. Well atleast Jesper was unbelievably hot. A sterling silver prince. Much more fitting for her then little Edward. Time was running out after every second of this pointless moment so Izzy began to jump start it again.

"Well what the hell are you all waiting for? Let's get this stuff over with."

Jesper nodded and then began to walk. Izzy had to stall for a moment as she pulled at her dress. These bottles were killing her. It was harder for her run after them. Well not so much Edward, he was shorter, but Jesper because he was so tall. Speaking of which, she specifically ordered Edward to somehow get taller, so she wouldn't be so embarassed, and guess what. He wasn't the slightes bit taller. Shouldn't he? He was wearing freaking boots!

"Hey Emo boy why aren't you taller?"

Izzy was glad to hear Jesper find this funny. Edward was failing at responding and rolled his eyes. He obviously need to know his place.

"Because If I wore any higher heels I would be considered a woman and you homosexual."

Izzy could feel her mouth hang open at his insult. Jesper was shaking with laughter and Edward was self satisfied. Izzy shut her mouth and could hear her teeth grinding against each other in her ears. With her embarassment coming to her fact she was grateful for the mask and walked ahead hissing with madness. They caught up with her shortly and they all looked into the ball. Izzy felt her eyes narrow at what the night was going to hold. Tonight was Paris's night, and tonight was Izzy's work night, her fun night. Her life.

She was the first to lead into, of the three. Edward on her left and Jesper on her right. She graced them both with the opportunity to lift her hands into this ball. It seems all the lesser prettier girls were there. Most of them klutzy. Well Izzy was no better, but atleast she would have two men taking her in there, and so all the other girls just had to be jealous. Who wouldn't be? She was Izzy, the beatifulest of them all. Oh yes she was vain.

Twisted and corrupt, a true Dusk. Then she thought she might as well lighten the load, so she forced Edward and Jesper to lead her to the punch bowl. Paris wanted it spiked, so she would. Before so, she took a cup and poured the punch pre-spiked, and made Edward hold it. His blue eyes blankly starred back with a bit of confusion.

"It's in case if I get thirsty stupid."

"I knew that Izzy, I was just curious as to why you don't prefer alcoholic beverages. It seems more like your husky, grotesque way of life."

Izzy just gave him a cold look and toyed with him a little by giving a slight push of pain where those saftey pins were in his ears. It gave her great pleasure ot see him wince at this pain, but say nothing. She was going to press further when she felt a hand on her shoulder give a small grip.

"Now Izzy, do be kind. Sweet Edward is holding your punch, and if you hurt him more he might drop it. Go on, go do your work."

Izzy rolled her eyes at Jesper's easy going mood and shrugged her should from him with a grunt of submission. Jesper and Edward took their casual postions in front of her as she quickly bent down and reached in her dress to retrieve the absinthe. She came back up with the bottles nonchantly, as if she was doing nothing wrong by opening them and slowly pouring them in the punch while humming. During this she could hear Julian yelling something from far away.

"Welcome one and all to a night you will never forget!"

Now Izzy knew for sure that the ball was filled with at a minium of four dusks. Dmitri and Gabriella were also supposed to be there, just assuming from her letter. So in total at least six were at the ball. The other thirteen must be doing elsewhere. When she was done she swirled the punch a little and handed the empty bottles to Jesper.

"Dispose of these."

He nodded with a slight smirk and then replied as he walked away, "But you owe me a dance for this."

Izzy just rolled her eyes, she knew Jesper wasn't serious. She was curious though as to how his mental emotions were holding up. The guy was stabbed by his leader, and not just that. His closest friend! It made Izzy wondered, what Paris would do to her. She was already on his low list, not to mention they did break out in fights anyways. Oh well, it shouldn't matter. Pain was pain, she was just mopping because she wasn't there to see it. Oh wait she was, but there was no screaming for her to here, and having a vision wasn't the same as being there and seeing it.

Speaking of her visions, she had to make one yesterday during the day, to help her find her dear Parker. What she saw was that she was with some freshman boy, a scriber. Izzy skipped past the intros and got straight to the outfits. Forget the dark spazzy boy, who seemed like he was high, she had to focus on Parker. Parker had purposly changed her appearance, but her outfit would be easy to spot. She was an icequeen. Izzy stood next to Edward peering through her mask to find her. She was going by Claudia. A fake name of course. Izzy was lightly tapped on the shoulder by Edward as he pointed her out.

Perfect, she seemed a little distracted as if she was looking for someone. Oh, her freshamn date must have disappeared. Oh well, all the better for Izzy. She made Edward quickly put the cup of punch down and pretend to dance with her. He wasn't so bad, yet again his height was a problem.

"Wait till we get close to her and then twirl me to her."

Edward nodded but with a small gleam in his blue eyes. He was scheming something. She knew it. Izzy didn't have time to bother him about it though. Instead they held hands and began to dance an older dance. A more Renissance dance. Edward led pretty well, while Izzy barely clung on. She kept looking down at her feet; the reason being was that in all sense of the truth Izzy sucked at dancing. Thankfully she ended up not killing Edward and making it to a close distance she gave a nod to him for the big twirl.

He did so but at a huge lenth. Izzy ended up spinning out of control and bumping backs hard on Parker's back. "a*****e, watch what your doing!" She hissed a whisper at Edward as he gave a fake innocent look. So that was his earlier smirk. Izzy's time was up with pre-mission stuff. Now she had to go and follow the actual mission.

Quickly, she turned around to Parker and said in her fake sweet voice, "Oh! I'm so sorry for that. I hope I didn't harm your dress. My partner had a stumble, I guess it doesn't help that I'm not much of a dancer either." With this she entered a false laugh. "I'd like to give a proper greeting, but I guess the purpose of the masks alludes this." Well, nothing else to do. Izzy now had to wait for Parker to respond and the mission to start rolling. Hopefully all would go according to plan.

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[StellaCosmos]

The Ϛζσѕзѕт thing
we will зυзя
come to an
σяᶁзяζγ universe is
a good ζιбяαяγ.

»»» иøω τнз sτøяγ's:: played out like this

»»» Jusτ lιkε α pαpзяbαck:: novel

»»» lετs язωяιτз aи εиδιиg:: that fits

»»» lиsτзδ øf α нøllγωøøδ:: horror

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In the previous chapter of miss Adaline Moreau's life the ending was sort of choatic. Adaline was just getting to know Alex, when, what do you know, her luck brings some emergency drill. Adaline assumed it was just a drill, but out of curiousity followed after Alex. She was wrong, there was a stabbing at the school. Paris Ambrose had stabbed Jesper Rye, but yet he was still alive. Adaline never believed in gossiping like her mother did, but couldn't help wondering how this happened. Fortunately her curiosity was let down when Alex ran into her. Like a gentlemen he apologized for leaving her. He was certainly worthy of her chasing him.

Then again any man was, but he was special. They ended up talking and getting to know each other better in those oh short two hours. She had made him some coffee in the library, but it wasn't the coffee that gave her these swelling feelings. It was Alex. Adaline talked mostly of her father and her mother really. He mainly listened. Sadly he had to go, but he promised to make it up on a date. Adaline felt that she said way too fast, but Alex didn't mind it. After that anyone could tell that the librarian was distracted.

Although not distracted enough to forget her duties to her books, but enough to set the wrong date on the book check out stamp several times. Silly Miss Adaline. A few days went on until Adaline heard from several teachers who accidentally revieced the invitation text for the dance that the students were holding. She also heard that most of the teachers would be in the Headmaster's office watching the students from a tv they wired. Apparantly it was going to be a huge betting place, where the teachers would bet who was who and who was hitching up with who. She had forgotten to mention that the dance was a masquerade. Adaline attended to that last year, and instead of betting found it more of a romance reality television show. Getting back to the point, Alex had asked her on a date. She had to be sure to defiantely NOT screw this date up to.

Ever since Ross she was prone to just one date, maybe two dates, but never a third. The men she saw would normally get freaked by her and left. Maybe Alex would be different, she hoped. Tonight they were going to off campus to have a nice dinner, but decided instead that it would be better to have a picnic, outside away from the teachers and students. That would certainly be pleasant. She knew of many spots to choose from, they were all thanks to her books spots as she called them. Those where her spots that, when she was not in her library or conversing with other teachers, she was outside somewhere under a tree, reading some of her romance novels. Alex was so kind to Adaline to ask her beforehand what she preffered to eat. It was certainly a difference compared to her past dates that would always bring whatever they wanted, not that Adaline could complain, atleast they were dating her.

Now tonight was supposed to be a masked dance for the students and Adaline knew that Alex probably wouldn't dress up, but for anyone who knew Adaline knew she always had a costume at hand. How could she possible refuse the opportunity? Her dress for tonight was a magenta dress that seemed partily like a ball gown and like a regular modern dress. The opening of the dress was very wide, seeing as it came to a stop an inch before her shoulders, complementing her collar bone. The dress itself did have sleeves that clung to her arms and stopped right at her elbows. The torso of her dress had a black satin ribbon criss-crossing her chest until it came at her side and wrapped around her back into an average size bow. The reason why this dress was her favorite dress was because of the bottom part of it. The front stopped a little past mid-thigh and then frilled out to the sides, so that by the time it was at the back it reached past her heels. That way it was still long and it showed her legs.

Her shoes were just an old pair of some black dress heels she bought awhile back. Her hair was pulled up held by a black ribbon with silve sparkles on it. Naturally her hair still reached quite a distance on her back. However her bangs managed to escape the pony-tail. All that was left for her was whether to put on the mask he had bought or just wear her glasses. That was the question. She couldn't decide and so spent minutes starring at her glass and the mask side by side on the desk. Before she could make a decesion her fate was already chosen. A light tapping was on her door and she knew it was Alex before he even spoke.

"Miss Adaline, are you in there? It’s me, Alexander."

Crap! Adaline had no time to think anymore and so she just grabbed her glasses. Phooey on her for taking too long to think. She quickly came to door and opened it finding him there with the basket and everything. Her head tilted to the side and her face became into a smile as she beamed at him.

"Hello Alex. You look handsome today, as always."

She came out into the hall as the door closed behind her. Once fully in the hallways she turned to Alex and asked, "Shall we begin our voyage then?" Oh, this was so much fun. Too much in fact that she ended up blushing and feeling like some silly student girl asked to the prom.

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_________•˚•__Name Tag

_________________Yun-Hee Utagawa

_____________•˚•__The Other Name

____________________Yun :: Yun-Hee :: Tinkerbell

________________•˚•__Experation Date

_______________________E i g h t - t o - t h e - T e e n

___________________•˚•__My Difference

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Not much of a Disney Tinkerbell if you notice. Yet, she is more than that prissy blonde. You could call her the Asian version of her, dark hair and eyes to match. If you direct your attention to her hair you will notice it is long, silky, and whispy. It isn't necessairly black, like most Asians, but more of a dark brown. Yun-Hee has her hair slanted to the side to have her bangs more noticeable and neat. The bangs only slightly reach her eyelashes. The length of it reaches her mid back, just a little past her wings. Normally she keeps her hair down but somtimes she will semi-braid it or tie it back into a complex bun. Her forehead is average sized, that is reveled because of the way that she styles her hair. Yun's eyebrows aren't too beefy, but they aren't practically not there. She keeps them thin and soft. Her eyes have that almond shape along with her dark chocolate eyes to match. However that color changes drastically to a golden honey color when she is using her powers. It will appear lightly if she is using her powers lightly, but the more she uses her power, such as a task that requires more energy, the more golden her eyes will become. Her nose seems perfect in almost everyway. Only because she was created that way. Her lips are a soft pale pink, that are sometimes puckered and occassionally spread out in a smile. When it's not glued shut, it's open mouthing out words, along with random hand movements, when she is trying to say something to someone. The reason being, she can't talk. Actually more so as she won't talk, no sound ever escapes past her pearl white teeth. If it did, you would be alone with her, and no one would believe you. Yun-Hee's chin reaches a perfect round, but not chubby, complexion. Farther down you will find her slender neck that looks as if it would bruise easily with one prod, however that is not the case. Last on the list is her most outstanding feature, her ears. Now what is Tinkerbell? A fairy, and what do most faeries have, that elves have too? That's right pointy ears. No of course she wasn't born like that, they came later in her life, and painfully if she may add. It's reason is mainly for appearance, but it does prove her to hear a couple of yards farther than an average human can hear. Not that it would make the difference to her.

☆· { B } ody

Oh a body to match, how extravagant! Tinkerbell was known for her beautiful body, along with her size. Yun-Hee only gets the pleasure of her body, thankfully she isn't that petite. If she was, well she might just give a silent scream. If her creators really wanted to they could have edited her and caused her to be small, but they let her grow the natural way into a normal height of five feet and eight inches. Yun was also granted the spare gift of being slender, although she hardly cares. Notice the difference between thin and slender. Thin is what most other girls were, anerxic fools. Too thin, so thin their skin clings to their bones. However, she isn't fat, just slender. Whereas she still has muscle, fat, or something else within her that stays between her skin and bone. Now why on earth would she go on talking about her breast size. Does it matter? Not her, unlike other girls who flaunt it, so no you won't be getting a size. Her skin is a bit peculiar; if you care to observe it. If you notice most other Asians are nicely tanned, her on the contrary has moonlight, wan skin. The cause would be her neglection to the outside for so long. One last thing on the agenda to describe under the body category. Just like her ears and eyes, her back is also unique. What is the other thing that Tinkerbell has? Wings! Correct, you are smart. Unlike the nice four light blue and sparkly wings, hers are similar to a butterfly's wings. Like her body, the wings seem frail and weak, so weak you think it can't support her. Wrong again, they do. However the frail looking part is true. When not in the sun her wings will seem almost transparent with an outline as thin and as a spinder's thread. The more Yun-Hee stays outside in the glow of the warm sun the more color her wings gain. The color of her wings has nothing to do with how much power they have or not. Other than that that's as far as her natural beauty goes.

☆· { F } ashion

We all know how Tinkerbell looks. Exactly the same outfit every fricking day. Thank your lucky stars that Yun-Hee actually has a small fashion taste, well atleast created to have one. A slight set back though is that her tastes consists of mainly dresses, with scarce skirts and one pair of jeans. You would almost always find her wearing one of her many assortments of dresses. All of them are made of the finest quality, what she is forced to wear from her creators that is. The first one is a plain sleevless white flowy shirt. This one reaches to her toes, that makes her white glossy heels almost viewable. The second one is a light, flowery pink one that is strapless. This one is one of those dresses that flaps open when you twirl around, not that she would, and it reaches to her knees. The third one is a red one that is a bit more complex than her other dresses Like her other dresses this one is also sleevless with red ribbons coming out of the the silk straps. The dress then looks as if it is being tugged onto at the back and into a bow. Like her other dresses it flows out reaching mid-shin. Next in the wardrobe is a golden-yellow one that flows past her feet, but not too far, just enough so she really does look like a graceful fairy. It does have thin straps on it but the top of the dress looks like one that favors one side more. The right side of the dress has two straps that have golden star pins and thin blue ribbons that stop short about an inch to her back. The left side has one strap, but also a sterrling pearl strap along with a whispy thick strap with two ribbons coming from it. The back of this dress is a tad low, but thanks to her hair it shoes it with modesty. Yun's last dress is a special one that she seems to favor. It does have straps on it but instead of leading into them the dress seems to look as if it was meant to be strapless with two golden thin straps coming forth from underneth the dress and around her soft shoulders. The color of it is a light pink, almost white tint. Of course this one can not be complete without a clear pink shawl to drap around her elebows. As for make-up well she only has one accessory that she likes to put on. Lip gloss. Yun-Hee absolutely adores it. Everything else is pointless, or atleast that is what she is meant to think. Her other accessories are kept simple, just a few braclets and armlets and anklets, along with some hairbands to hold up her hair when she feels like it. Earrings? Heck no! That would be freaking painful to her ears. Plus her creators don't like punk faeres, they prefer the sweet and simple, as if.
The Creators | |

Dr. Chul Ngai :: Power Trainer

Ah yes Dr. Chul, firstborn of the notorious Ngai triplets. The oldest, wisest, strongest, and the cruelist of them all. It is unknown whether he is still alive or not, to Yun-Hee though, she prays that he is dead. At this year he would be thirty nine, along with his sister and deceased brother. When he and his siblings were younger they were considered the child prodigeys. All three were extremely smart for their age, but unfortunately twisted. They got a kick out of destroying things and creating it the way that they wanted. Especially Chul, who wanted to act like God himself. He and his siblings were so intelligent they beat the school system at only age fifteen. At that age they went onto college, earning their degrees in science at age seventeen. For two years they stayed dorminet in their house researching things that were slowly occuring around the world. Humans were slowly evovling into mutants, people with strange appearances and powers. So, they began to plan. At age twenty they became more social, gaining experiences out in the field, and at twenty one they began their experiment, Yun-Hee.

Dr. Soo Min Ngai :: Asistant Gene Splicer

Unlike her brother, Dr. Soo Min specialized in one thing, strictly science. Biological science that is, mostly with DNA. If you ever studied Biology, there is a part of the course where they quickly go through plant splicing, where they create something new using genes from one plant and attatching it to another plant. Dr. Soo Min was more interested in creating new living creatures. Thus was her part in Yun-Hee.

Dr. Hyo Ngai :: Health watcher

The third born triplet, the baby, and the most cunning. His strongest hold was social skills, mostly decieving people into giving what he wanted. He was also good with viruses and bacteria, and their cures. Chul assigned him to Yun-Hee's health watcher, making sure she wouldn't die during the process of her creation. He did a pretty good job of it, that is until he was murdered, but some things just can't be helped.

Dr. Akako Baisotei :: Mind Order

Dr. Akako, one of the most influencial and beautiful scientist in Japan. She came from a very wealthy family to match, although her knowledge isn't as vast as the Ngai triplets. However in Japan, she heard of them nontheless, and so after she reached the high of her career, travled to Korea to assist them in their new experiment. To her, she was granted the position of creating Yun-Hee's personality, knowledge, and feelings. Curretly, if she is still alive, she would be a withering age of forty one.

Dr. Yukio Tenshin :: Gene Splicer

Last of Yun-Hee Project is Dr. Yukio, another scientist from Japan. Luckily for him, he actually is better than one of the Ngai triplets. His dear asistant Soo Min. Again another genius of Japan, also studing in the field of Gene Splicing. He was sadly the oldest of the bunch, but this favored for him seeing as it gave Chul the encouragment to place him above his own sister. Not much is known for this man's past, except for the fact that he too was murdered at the Ngai Facility Accident, or atleast that's what the news placed it as; nothing more than a bad explosive accident.

Eun Jung Gu :: Caretaker

Finally the happy ending, sort of. Well not really, that is, just one more hardship for Yun-Hee until she reaches Peter Pan. Eun Jung Gu grew up with not a bad childhood but a bitter one. She was never the prettiest one and so was constantly jealous at her sisters and other girls at school. However, she was the smartest of the four, but not intellegent in general just out of her family. She became the farthest achiever in the family and became the warden at a sweat shop off in the country. Seven months after she started working there, she was taking a break from keeping the children at work and from the heat off the machines, when she noticed someone walking - no staggering - on the road towards her way. Eun Jung watched her until one, two, three, four more steps and she collasped on the ground. Eun Jung ran over to her full of curiosity and eagerness to hire another stray child. Could you possibly imagine her face when she went to Yun-Hee to lift her head revealing two pointed ears and there on her back wings? Wings that no matter how hard Eun Jung pulled they wouldn't come off, although it did bruise Yun-Hee's back. Eun Jung was clever enough to find a disguse and carry Yun-Hee back to the factory where she was pushed and punished for four grueling years. Sadly to say Eun Jung still has her life and she wonders where that crazed and disfigured girl is.

Kaemon Utagawa :: Caretaker

This is the good part now, the part where our young Tinkerbell meets her Peter Pan. After Yun-Hee took care of things at that sweat shop she fled, running again through the country. Kaemon Utagawa was born actually born in the East Sea, or the Sea of Japan. It was during a cruise and his mother had given birth to him there. He like several others around the world was born a mutant; with the power of hydrokinesis. His parents were the good kind, the kind that loved him the way that he was and supported him all the way. Lucky him. Kaemon was also sent the boarding school Mythica to help him with his powers, which did work for him. Years later he graduated and settled down in Korea by himself in a small house in the woods, next to a small lake. There he became a writer, he had everything except for a wife and child. Kaemon never had the guts to be with a girl and have to tell her the truth about him. Then one day five years after leaving Mythica he was asleep in the living room (after trying to finish two more chapters to meet the deadline) he heard a noise. A loud noise, seeing as it woke him up. Yun-Hee had accidentally stubbed her toe on a large book on the floor as she was stealing some bread from his kitchen. It was most certainly awkward as they starred at each other, not knowing what to do. Kaemon took the first move by laughing at her pointed ears, she must be like him, he thought. Happily he took the silent Yun-Hee in exploring things about her. One happy year they had, until he asked her if she wanted to go to Mythica. Yun-hee objected with wild arms but agreed in the end, only looking foreward to coming back to Kaemon every summer. Currently he lives at age twenty-nine trying to run away from his thirtes by dedicating a book to Yun-Hee.

My Regrets | | Yes, I'm letting you put them together. But this is the most important part of the profile, so make it count. Make sure your personality matches up with the history. It wouldn't make sense if a sweet girl went and sniped Sarah Jessica Parker.
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The Effects | | Be very specific in your descriptions.

~ fire, air, water, and r o c k

Admire | | Likes.
Loathe | | Dislikes.
My Treasure | | Give me at least one.
Tell The Future | | Example of something your character could normally be seen doing.

~ what you wanted is what you g o t

Owner | | Obvious.