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                                Natsuko simply starred at her feet while her hair covered her face as Jiro's voice entered her head. Listening to his voice wasn't calming in a sense but it was pleasant. Very odd. A voice that can be compared to none since music does not exist. He explained their mission for today. Everyone then announced who they were paired with. All were here except Miyavi. Where the hell was he? What a slacker. Then again he was known as the Shadow. Maybe he was there and nobody could tell. What a creeper.

                                Then again why would he hide in front of them. Either way Miyavi was somewhat odd. Jiro then announced their pairing, but Natsuko could hear the reluctance and the sigh that came with it. Her eyes were the only things that moved, but they moved to focus on him. She could see part of his face through her hair. What was that sigh supposed to mean? He continued on to announce who everyone was analyzing. Afterwards he wished everyone luck and led the way rushing out to the busses. They had all made it just in time. Natsuko was stuck sitting with Jiro. Although, she didn't want to complain. In an odd way, she enjoyed it.

                                Quickly though her face would harden and she would cast the thought out. Every time she looked at him, though she felt her defenses slip again. She did this throughout the whole trip, and it only infuriated her more because of that stupid sigh he made. If anything Jiro angered her and it only annoyed her more to see him so relaxed and calm. When the busses finally stopped she thanked the lord and got off. This was all such a stupid idea. Pairing up with Jiro. It was completely idiotic for her to do that. She went to get her luggage and gave a small nod to Jiro for handing her her stuff. He made no eye contact at all, so she would do the same. She, just as he, loaded her stuff onto the bus caring everyone's luggage. Once she finished she took a place next to Jiro as they both scanned the crowd.

                                He found their targets first. Natsuko, just as Jiro, starred at the small Aiko and the punk Isuma. Natsuko could see they were talking and once they finished everyone seemed to dissipate. Quickly she lightly pushed Jiro towards their designated subjects and through the crowd. Natsuko noticed that there was some tension with the girl Isuma and Natsuko narrowed her eyes. They had suspected something. Quickly she turned to Jiro as they walked and forced a cheery laugh and smile. Through her teeth she spoke to him in a seemingly happy matter, but it was only to seem more normal.

                                "So Jiro. What was up with that sigh I heard earlier? What? You don't want me to be your partner? Rather work solo is it?"


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        --------- ε ×× τяa ɔ яεd iτs




        --------- Ç o you τнinк you кnow мe ?


    my parents dubbed me ;; Kiyoshi [Bright, shinning, clear] Mori
    codenames are delightful ;;
    ✰ ---Kyo || It's normally her more laid back nickname that is obviously more masculine.
    ✰ ---Kiyo || This is the femine version of her name, and often isn't used at all.
    ✰ ---Mori-San || It's just a more respectful name that she really doesn't prefer at all.
    ✰ ---Kiosho-Chan || She's still unsure of how this came to be, but it exists nevertheless.

    my birth certificate reads ;; May 30th
    i've made it so far ;; Seventeen
    the doctor cried out ;; Female
    makes my heart melt ;; Heterosexual.
    i'd give anything to be with ___ ;; The Sadistic Backstabber
    what it do` ;; Student :: Misfit
    label me ;; It's not a crime to find guy clothes appealing...Does that make me a Cross Dresser?
    up high or down low? ;; 11th :: Second


        --------- ßεauτy ƒ яoм τнε insidε ouτ


    passed my physical exam ;;
    Obviously Kiyoshi isn't the obvious looking female ever. She seems to be the exception to the lovely maiden flower look that females bring; in other words she looks like a guy, minus the beard and extreme muscles. If anything, she lacks all proud femine features, if you can call them proud, she thinks. By femine features, she reasons the main reason guy's loose all senses when they see a girl pass; you know, the basics. A lack of defined breasts, a sorry amount of fine a**, and virtually no hips; it's kind of pathetic really considering her mother. She's just an average height, thin, girl with short hair, although only the short hair part was her doing. Kiyoshi does contain some muscles as most people do, but it's just small ones on her calves and upper arms; probably just from her rollerblading. Because of her lack of femine body parts her weight does come down by some pounds to a slim one-hundred and thirty-four, which is pretty good considering her height but one wouldn't figure that her weight unless they came and picked her up, but that never happens.

    To men, Kiyoshi's height is a medium height, but to other girls Kiyoshi is a bit too tall for their liking; for anyone's liking actually. Most men want a short, attractive, and petite looking female; the model that society worships. Kiyoshi gets the pleasure of being at five feet and nine inches; she getes it from her father's side, not that she's upset at him for it. Her height, however, only worsens her case of looking like a female, which may also be another reason why she cross-dresses, but one never knows. It sure is a lot easier to seem like a short guy than a tall female; no matter how society sees it like. Thankfully though, she's pretty sure she's stopped growing; good bye growth spurts. On the plus side during the summer, or when she wears cargo pants, her tall lean calves show, and to her they don't look pretty bad; granted that she does shave her legs, even if she cross dresses. Now if only she could make herself shrink, although if she did shrink she wouldn't be able to crossdress as easily as she likes. Alas, maybe someone out there enjoys a tall female, or maybe not.

    Well, when Kiyoshi shows skin, sometimes she may have designs on her arms or fingers and such. However, there is one little fact though that people eventually figure out about her. The so-called tatoos or designs that people see are either fake or temporary. She usually goes out and buys fake ones that she enjoys and keeps them and saves them for when the outfit she wears calls for them. Sometimes though it is a bit hard for her to find the exact ones that she wants so she grabs her pens or markers and she draws her own on. It's somewhat humorious, or confusing depending on the person on how Kiyoshi refuses to get a perminete tattoo but yet she's perfectly find with piercings. The inks do get embarassing when she jumps into a pool seeing as it causes both the self-drawn and temporary tattoos wash away. It's just another one of those things that makes Kiyo a unique person, or as some would call a "misfit". Of course she only wears them when they can be seen; there's no way she'd waste a temporary tattoo or inks for no reason.

    This is the part where people wonder why on earth Kyo would get more piecerings than even dare get a perminete tatoo. It's important to note though, she only has her piercings in her ears. Five are on one ear, her right to be exact, and four on her left. Her right ear has one cartilage, one in the lobe and three on the side. As for her left ear there is one on the lobe, one in the cartilage, and two on the side. Although she has many piecerings she doesn't always fill them in. It's just occassional with her outfit. Sometimes others will request all of them, sometimes other with request none of them, and sometimes it'll be spontaneous. As for the earrings themselves, Kiyo has no hoop earrings. She finds them distasteful and it distracts the illusion of her being a guy. That's why she either wears studs, or the side clip earrings. To be specific on the studs though, they are all the same size, which is pretty small. If they're too big, she feels it will also destroy her facade. The color of the studs are all close to resemblance to her outfits, and she made sure not to choose any girly ones, like bright yellow or neon pink or something. There may be some who feel that having earpiercings in general would define one as a girl, which Kiyoshi technically is, but most guys have piecerings too anyway.

    Everyone has scars, or maybe Kiyoshi only thinks that because she likes to play rougher than all the other girls. She isn't sure but she just assumes so. On numerous places on her arms and legs one could find only small scars from when she was roughing it too much. They usually come from her stumbling over from horseplaying or scratches from thorns in the woods. Some of the longer ones can be found more scarecly and are often found on her upper arms or lower legs. One that she prides herself is a not-so-viewable-one-now scar but it's located on her left upper arm. Actually it was quite sad, yet funny. She had come out of the pool one day, but had a towel wrapped around her, so that all some girls could see from her was her head and her strunks and legs. She walked out towards the lobby to see a bunch of girls giggling and looking at her, and the thing was that they had just come out of the pool as well and were soaking yet, just standing there by the vending machine. Feeling somewhat awkward, Kyo opened the towel reveling her top piece, and barely even noticable breasts, and that seemed to drive them away with red faces. Kyo shrugged it off, but as she passed the vending machines she slipped and her arm ended up colliding with the edge of the vending machine, giving her a dark purple bruise and a deep cut, which is now her scar. Other than that, she has no other physical scars.

    Kiyoshi actually has a very distinct thing about her, besides her cross-dressing, that gets her known throughout the school population. She enjoys changing her hair color often. Often to her is much more than every couple of months. One would have to guess every day. Sometimes if she likes a color she'll keep it the same for however long she feels like, but when she gets bored she dyes it. Sometimes it's with temporary hair dye if it's for a short time, sometimes it's with perminete for long periods of time, and when she knows that she will change it the next day she uses hair color sprays. It's also any color she wishes. She's been seen with just her plain natural brown hair to different shades of blonde, red, pink, and gray. As if she wasn't already so much of a freak she goes and changes her eye color as well. It's naturally blue, but one will find it green, amber, violet, and sometimes golden. Even though she dresses like a guy, changes her guy outfits, changes her hair and eyes, she still has a noticable lean face. It's slender, and sort of like a male's with it's sharpness, but her fragile and female nose throws off her persona. That's normally how people catch her and know that it is her.

    Another factor of Kiyoshi's face is her smile. She tends to do it a lot, giving off a vibrant glow to those who bother to be near her. It really is rare to see her not smile and when she isn't one knows it's either because A.) she must be extremely tired, not slightly, but on the verge of collasping into sleep or B.) very upset at something; it's not really a sad or angry upset, but a mix between the two. She also has various hand gestures. Sometimes if she is with someone and they answer a question right, or think the same thing she'll make a gun with her thumb and pointer finger and pretend to shoot them while winking, which is her way of saying correct, or that's what I was thinking! Other times she has her chin in her hand with her pointer finger tapping her face, which indicates that she is pondering about something. Those are her most common hand gestures, as for the others some just figure them out as they go along.

    lets go shopping! ;;
    This is obviously Kiyoshi's main identification factor. She's a cross-dresser, which means that she wears all guy's clothing. Some may look slightly girly, but it's still from the guy section. When she feels spunky they tend to get more out there and odd, but when she's too lazy she might just dye her hair and wear some more calm and plain colors. They seem to range from what kind of style of guy clothes she wears. Most of them time she wears loose and baggy guy clothes. However, she does not like wearing the guy undershirt tank top things, because they tend to show her although lacking much, but still there, breasts. She does wear sleeveless guy shirt shirts, but only because they tend to be much more baggy. Kyo tries to purposly do this by perchasing clothes that are one to two sizes bigger than her. If she feels like getting fancy she'll wear button-up shirts. Sometimes with and sometimes without vests. Now getting a little more personal, Kiyoshi doesn't own more than two bras. Actually most of the time she doesn't wear any, there really isn't any need. For the sake of others though she grabs the long wraps and uses it for her chest, that way instead of making her breast look bigger with a bra, it instead makes them look smaller, so it's mostly in her favor.

    As for the bottom half of her, well it's a no-brainer to know that she will not wear a skirt. She does wear pants and cargo shorts. That's mainly the length she keeps it as. Actually her gym shorts are the shortest, but she means in public. She enjoys cargo pants, but she does have loose jeans as well. Unlike most girls, she isn't a shoe obsessor. She has maybe two to three pairs, excluding her gym shoes, but that's the most. Moving on to accessories. As mentioned she does have a small collection of earring studs, for all her multiple piercings. Kiyoshi also has a thing for rings, the odd looking ones that are small and resemble more of a band than a ring. She doesn't have a lot of hats, but that's not to say that she doesn't enjoy wearing a hat when she feels like it. It's the same when she feels like listening to music. If she feels like it she has no problem with bringing her earphones and hanging them around her neck. As for necklaces, yes she has some, but none are girly or gaudy. They're the kind that guys usually wear, which is no surprise to anyone.

    defining me ;; Happy. That's her one word description. Kiyoshi is a very cheerful person, and energetic. She can usually get into things that interest her and find herself sucked into it. However, her worst vortax is videogames. Kyo gets maybe too into them, so much that she'll end up moving and jumping or kicking at the air while playing them. Sometimes it's just from the heat of the competition if she is playing multiplayer, but it's also from when she plays in a one player game and is versing a boss. It's interesting to see how she is able to change from that to mellow when she's at school, or her energy is re-charging. Note, that when she gets mellow it isn't at all like becoming shy or anything. It's hard for her to be shy really. Of course, that isn't to say that she doesn't know when to stay quiet or hold a secret. Because she is a cross-dresser she does tend to act more like a guy. She doesn't find pride in cheering with pom-poms, or exposing her body, or owning guys' and all their senses. Kyo is the type of girl who likes to play videogames, horse-play, and enjoys wrestling in the rain.

    One would assume that Kiyoshi is a sports tom-boy person, but she isn't really. She's good at soccer and running and is a part of their teams, but it's not like she's super awesome at baseball or basketball. Kyo also isn't a skater tom-boy; well she does rollerblade, but that's just her mode of transportation, although she does enjoy it. If anything she's a videogame tom-boy cross-dresser. It is a very odd sight to see, but somehow she doesn't let it get to her. As for drama, well she gets enough of that from her sisters, so she doesn't include or become a part of it at all. Kiyoshi isn't the envious type either, or people that is. She may feel pity for herself on the slight occasion that she isn't as pretty as someone, but most of the time she ignores those thoughts and instead feels happy that they are blessed. She does, however get jealous if one of her friends gets an up and coming game that she wants. Kyo struggles at being classy as well. It's one of her weak points. It's not that she purposly tries to be un-elegant at fancy dinners and such, it's just that it becomes sufficating and unnatural for her, so there are a few slip ups here and there.

    When it comes to matters of the heart though she gets very detailed but withdrawn. Kiyoshi has the theory that there are three types of love. One is for one's family, the other is for one's friends, and the last is the most common, which is for that special someone to each. She is annoyed easily by her sisters, and clashes with their personalities often, but she still loves them. As for the people who actually can stand to be around her, well she adores them just as well and likes to look out for them. The last part gets a little iffy. It's no surprise to anyone that she's into the one everyone knows as the Sadist Backstabber, but she won't admitt it. He's the only one that can really make her blush, which angers her yet makes her feel warm at the same time. She's not very flirtacious, and honestly doesn't even know how to be that. Nor is she possesive and dominering; she finds that to be replusive to everyone's own personal rights. Kyo does have feelings though and sure she probably won't show it, but he really does have a high standing her mind so if something goes wrong, she is probably beating herself up about it inside.

    could write a book about me ;; Where to begin? The lone wolf of high school fell in love with student body president and smartest girl in the school. She was clean-cut, wealthy, sharp as a tack, and beautiful. He was strong, independent, a bad a**, and cool. Quite strange really how they met. She had volunteered to help watch the students in detention, and he just happened to be the only one in there. It started out with rage-filled arguments, but by the end of the detention period they were giggling uncontrollably. Not long after they graduated and became boyfriend and girlfriend. The next year she was pregnant. Kiyoshi has the feeling that her birth is the reason why her father ended up leaving while she was still in the womb. Perhaps it was because he couldn't handle the pressure, or maybe he just never wanted Kiyoshi. It doesn't really matter to her any more. When she was just two her mother had found another boyfriend. Kyo's mother was sort of in a re-bound mode, which is why she got pregnant, again. Except this time it was twin girls. Just like Kiyoshi's father, this new boyfriend left as well.

    By this time Kiyo had already noticed a trend. Her mother, since she had lost all former pride, was now dating any man she could. Leaving Kiyoshi and her sisters at home to fend for themselves. If anyone were observing her life they would pin-point this as the main turning point in her life. The reason why she cross-dresses. Since there was no permanent male figure in the house, Kyo felt as the oldest she should be it. She took it upon herself to take care of her sisters and be the "man of the house". Slowly as she grew older that's what her sisters knew her as. This only boosted Kiyoshi's influence to cross-dress. Then it turned into a self-esteem issue. Her mother and both her sisters were amazingly gorgeous. Kyo turned out to be the ugly duckling. A few years later Kiyo's mom found another boyfriend, and this time they got married. Shortly after she was pregnant with her last child. Kiyo's younger brother. Now, if Kiyoshi's cross-dressing issue had appeared shortly prior to her brother's death, maybe she wouldn't be the way she is, but she is. Her brother soon learned as well who took the highest standing in the house when her mother was gone as well.

    Kyo's step-father had eventually divorced her mother. Thus it was back to Kyo as the dominate figure again. After the divorce Kiyoshi's grandparents refused to pay for all the bills and such for her Kiyoshi's mother if she had dared to marry or become pregnant again. Kiyo's mother still dates, quite frequently, but nothing more than just dinner dates. Kyo is now in high school and although still a dominant figure in the household, she is not looked highly upon any more. The twins are now in Jr. High and are the hottest thing to come out since sliced bread apparently. Her brother is in elementary school, but he has already gotten over Kyo and their fun chill time. Now he just sees her as the school sees her, a freak. Her sisters have become the same way to her too. Both tease her consistently about how they have nice fine breasts, much bigger than Kyo's, and how all the guys at school want to date them. Usually though they only hold out on those insults when Kyo denies them from going out late and "party-ing". As for her mother, well she barely sees Kiyoshi at all. All she really sees is her boyfriends, but yet she does notice that Kyo cross-dresses, and when she comes back from a bad date she goes ahead and lashes out on Kiyo for being too manly and unnatural for not being more like a female.


        --------- ÇεŢ yoυr ƒaɔts Sτraighτ


    my lifestyle ;;
    ☆ Flipping her head to get her hair out of her eyes
    ☆ Making strange hand gestures
    ☆ Wandering around aimlessly
    ☆ Dying her hair
    ☆ Correcting herself after she says something wrong

    i think i can ;;
    ☆ Videogames :: Takes up about 60% of her time.
    ☆ Cooking :: Takes up about 15% of her time.
    ☆ Cleaning :: Takes up about 15% of her time.
    ☆ Soccer :: Takes up about 5% of her time.
    ☆ Running :: Takes up about 5% of her time.

    eh, not my cup of tea ;;
    ☆ History :: It never was, and never will be her best subject.
    ☆ Being Elegant :: As much as she tries and tries, she still fails.
    ☆ Gossip and Drama :: Can't understand it and can't get into it.
    ☆ Politics :: Ditto with the above statement.
    ☆ Conversing with her own gender :: She swears it's much harder than deffusing a bomb.

    these make me smile ;;
    ☆ Videogames
    ☆ Hair dye
    ☆ Sour candy
    ☆ Rain
    ☆ Pocky
    ☆ Warm showers
    ☆ Running
    ☆ Comic books

    these make me frown ;;
    ☆ Makeup
    ☆ Skirts
    ☆ Dresses
    ☆ Cold weather
    ☆ Spicy Food
    ☆ Rumors
    ☆ Fake people

    sends a shiver down my spine ;;
    ☆ Vomit :: It's just plain gross.
    ☆ Drowning :: The ocean is a deadly place.
    ☆ Father figures :: It's like the boogie man all over again.
    ☆ Broken consoles :: The worst of her nightmares; the prevention of playing videogames.
 
     
 


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                    At this point Charles was feeling pretty great next to Corina. She even smirked at him, which must have meant that he did in fact have some moves, contrary to Izzy's adjectives of him. Although there was something that was itching the back of his head as he looked at Corina. She seemed sort of distant to him, as if she was a little distracted by something. Could this possibly be the little Autumn flag in the back of his head? Was she jealous that Autumn was with Atreyu? That was a low-kick for him. It almost made him feel insignificant. He even felt a little ricochet from it and had to rub his cheek for a moment. However, he had too much pride to have that much low esteem. Not to say he was a little disappointed; for a minute there he thought Corina was talking to him because she wanted to. Atreyu was a lucky-dog. He had both Autumn and Corina eating out of his hand. Oh well, more for him to handle. Perhaps there was some girl out there for him. One day. Till then, sorry to Atreyu but he was going to at least try to get to Corina.

                    Oh, I am good. And you?

                    That was a good question. How was he feeling? Well worried for Izzy, angry at Nathan, aroused from Corina, cautious at Autumn, envious at Atreyu, curious from the rumors, stupid from his momentary slip, and lazy for classes.

                    "I'm doing great."

                    Charles watched her as her eyes looked around the table for something to eat. He just couldn't help himself from focusing on the side of her elegant face and flawless features. It felt so wrong of him to simply look at her from this light and not from her inside. He would just have to get to know her more, but for now was it so wrong to feel heat inside the center of his chest as he watched her wan hand grab for the strawberry? No, he didn't think so. Was it also so wrong to feel the urge to be that strawberry and perchance kiss her as well? Was she pulling him in? Nah, she wouldn't do things like that. However, not to say he didn't have the imagination right now to take her soft face and tenderly hold it within his two hands and plant one passionate, but not rough kiss upon her lips. Ah, what a great fantasy. He's had many of those with various women. His nice little day dream was interrupted as he heard some chatter from some third and fourth years a little behind. He almost felt the need to backhand them for ruining his perfect little dream, but he'd let them get away from his punishment this time, seeing as he was interested in the news as well. However, he was quite pleased with the information his sister already gave to him, so there was no real need to learn more. Corina seemed to notice him again as she gave him a smile and the opportunity to hear her soft chuckle.

                    Are you ready for anozher year of all zhis drama?

                    Well, yes. It was certainly interesting for him to watch all this commotion. He felt like the cat in those muggle childhood stories. What was it again? The Cheshire Cat? Yes that was it. Grinning and watching from a perfectly safe distance, but still in tuned with everything. Although everything did have its Achilles heel. His is Izzy.

                    "Yup. I've even got my special anti-drama bubble, just in case it reaches me."

                    He paused for a moment before continuing on and had a flash of intellect. He read out for a strawberry and pulled it back examining it while rolling it between his thumbs.

                    "Unless of course..."

                    He paused again as his hand gracefully and slowly reached over to her lips as the strawberry barely brushed against her lips. Charles slowly and carefully traced the outside of her lips as he continued his sentence inching ever so slightly to her.

                    "it deals with you..."

                    His face was perhaps a good deal of three to five inches away from hers as he took the strawberry off her lips and into his mouth, chewing as his eyes starred at her deep blue ones. Once he was finished he light out a sigh of enjoyment, and continued his sentence.

                    "How sweet they are. Anyways, you're allowed in my bubble any time."

                    He ended it with a wink at her, hopefully if he was as good as he thought he was she must have had some sort of impression at the closeness they were experiencing.



     
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                                Natsuko watched as Jiro gave back his answer. His smile made her feel weird all over. No one else knew, but she and the other D.E.A.F members could tell he was being cold. Natsuko liked it so much more when he frowned.

                                "No. I would work with someone; just maybe someone with a sense of loyalty and respect. And someone who asks before they command."

                                Was he seriously still sour about that? Someone needed to lower their ego a bit. If anything Jiro Okawa angered Natsuko and most of the time she found him annoying. How he aggravated her. She followed him as they stalked their female preys. However, they both had to go through some foul smokers. Jiro managed to get past them pretty well, but Natsuko had more difficulty after they began to whistle at her beckoning her. She stayed close to Jiro, but right before she entered she turned around giving them a broad smile. During this she twitched her fingers and watched as their cigs flew up in flames causing them to sputter, cough, and fall backwards all at once. By the time they recovered Natsuko was already inside. Jiro already spotted their targets, which explained why he was touching her. He just couldn't let it go could he?!

                                Natsuko was flaring up now as they rode the escalator. He began to start another conversation when her ears twitched a little as the little girl began to shout practically. She was talking about having a concert? Was she for real, or just stupid? Jiro obviously didn't hear, but Natsuko's elven ears did. She kept eye contact with Jiro, but she was thinking of those blasted students. How dare they even think about creating music? Music was the muck of the world; it was aweful to the very core. It made her want to puke right on top of Jiro. Instead she ended up looking like a fool at Jiro since she missed his question. She thought of the only answer she could.

                                "That's none of your business Jiro."

                                Natsuko added a light chuckle to this in remembrance of her appearance. At the top of the escalators he paused looking down at her and then saying something very offensive to her.

                                "You know, you deserve something pretty."

                                Screw the fakeness, Natsuko had opened her mouth to yell at him, that is until he swept her away into the store. Natsuko became very cross and didn't search for a thing. It startled her when she turned around to find him with a pin in his hand and quickly tucked it into her hair. The hair that normally covered most of her face was now pulled back revealing her dark brown eyes at him. Actually to be specific, she was more like glaring at him as he laughed at probably how silly she looked right now. Only pretty females can show their face. Eventually he had to take it out when he went to go purchase it and several other things for Yoko and Momo. Natsuko wanted to protest, but she didn't in fear that she might cause a scene and reveal their position to their targets. Moments later they were leaning against a rail as Jiro whispered to her.

                                "Eventually we have to interact with them. I think they are going to eat somewhere soon, so when they leave we go after them and stand behind them. You get the pleasure of somehow getting them to talk to you. I don't care how. Bump into them, comment on something, small talk, whatever."

                                Natsuko nodded to Jiro as she thought of a quick plan. Her mind went absent minded as she focused in with her hearing this time to the rough barbaric girl with the small one. Again with this stupid nonsense of a concert. Did they really believe D.E.A.F would allow that? D.E.A.F was everywhere.

                                "Come on."

                                Natsuko urged him to the escalators. As they went down though she noticed that the girls were leaving. Perhaps to another outside shop? In any case she gave a slight nod to Jiro in the direction of the entrance. Unfortunately, at the entrance she could a third party member was added to their group. How nice, except not really. Well Natsuko felt their mission could still be done. She looked at Jiro as they descended waiting for his command. He didn't seem to hesitate so she walked with him to the entrance of the mall. They kept a few yards as they followed the two females and one male. Just in case, Natsuko looked up at Jiro and spoke to him with a smile.

                                "You didn't have to buy me that hair pin. I mean, you really shouldn't have."

                                She put emphasis onto the shouldn't to give subtle hint that she was not happy in the least with him. Eventually she could see the girls and guy reach the shop, but there waiting was two more girls and one more guy. Natsuko halted and mentally gave a curse. She didn't wait for Jiro's orders. She just grabbed his hand and took him to the nearest bench. She sat with her back facing the group only a few yards away, and Jiro get the side where he could see them. While she waited for his orders she looked around wondering if there were any other D.E.A.F members around. They should be, sense practically ALL of their targets were bundled up. This was going bad fast. She spotted in store close to the shop a girl coming out wearing a bunch of that Lolita type clothing. Natsuko's eyes blinked a little under her hair as she realized it was Yoko. No one, but a D.E.A.F member could have figured that out.

                                Even still, all the times she had seen Yoko in the headquarters, she still had to look clearly to see it was her. Jiro was right. Yoko certainly could get things done by herself. Natsuko gave her some kuddo points with her; she was very impressive. Then inside the ice cream store was Garrett Momoiro. Well at least they were lying low too. They were even doing the seeming appearance thing too. Except theirs was more a romantic appearance, and possibly some of it was real. However, nothing could be farther from the truth with Jiro and Natsuko. Natsuko then noticed a blond haired male walk pass them and heading for their targets. This male...had she seen him before in the mall. Natsuko stiffened at leaned close to Jiro's face. She took one of his hands and cupped it with both of her hands. She leaned very close as their cheeks brushed and her lips reached his ears.

                                "Jiro, there was a follower."

                                Slowly she took her face away from his, and forced a blush out to make it seem like something more personal was said, but again nothing could be farther from the truth. Natsuko stretched her ears to catch the group's conversation, but all she got was useless chatter. That is, until the gruff female said that they should leave. Obviously something was up. Natsuko dared to look back and found Yoko again. What was with that look in her eye. Oh no. Please say she wasn't planning what Natsuko thought she was planning. Suddenly lampposts were falling over. Natsuko quickly got up dragging Jiro with her. She took him to the nearest ally and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

                                "Jiro! I know you said this was strictly a observation mission, but the others want to fight. We may not get another chance like this. We can't be known yet though. You have to create an illusion. Right now, create it so that all the group sees is different faces, or something."

                                It wasn't an order now. It was common sense, a request, and a plead.


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No. It couldn't be. Surely she wouldn't expect her to do that? Upset and angry, Izzy woke up to the grinding of her teeth. Things like that often set her on edge. Thank goodness for her dreams, or she might have been caught off guard. In a quick pace she walked out of her room and all the way to the kitchen where Miss Victoria was cooking some early bird breakfast. In the door way she placed her hands on her hips while her foot tapped with impatience and anger. Never mind the fact that she was still wearing her pjs; a black tank top with loose navy pants. As for her hair, well it was a mess on this rushed morning, as it is for all mornings. Izzy continued on with her actions as she made sure to clear her throat as she began to speak.

"I hope you weren't betting on me wearing that."

Izzy watched as she fumbled around and patted her mittens together.

"Well, I just thought you might want to wear something calmer for today. You're a full-fledged teenager and well, I dunno. I thought it would be nice if you wore something that all your guy friends would like."

Making a face she starred open-mouthed at her.

"Guy friends? What ******** guy friends? I have no friends to even begin with. I'm sorry to disappoint you, actually I'm not sorry at all, but I will never ever wear a dress. We've been over this a thousand times."

Izzy sighed as she rubbed her temples trying to force her anger down.

"Just go back to your cooking, you ninny. I'll be back down in a few."

Turning around she couldn't see Miss Victoria nodding with a cheery smile. Letting out her steam she climbed back up her wooden stairs to her bathroom. Izzy starred at the mirror examining her morning self and exhaled. Today would seem to drag on forever. After her shower she went to her room and could smell from upstairs that Miss Victoria was making French Toast and some pancakes. By the strong aroma, Izzy figured she must be done soon. Inside her room, Izzy grabbed the one outfit that wasn't packed up in luggage, she had purposely arranged it last night. It was her favorite blue pants that held some silver sharpie markings on it. Just to please Miss Victoria, Izzy wore a more decent shirt than she wore most days. It was black and long sleeved, and this one didn't cut off only a bare inch before her pants. Izzy figured that Miss Victoria would tolerate it. Izzy had also chosen her silver high top converse, also personalized by herself, to wear. She completed the set by wearing her clip on belt that held the medium sized, light blue bag that held her special key. Since Izzy had woken herself earlier than expected she actually fixed her hair nicely for Miss Victoria too. There were a couple of braids hanging loose and the rest was put in a loose ponytail. Once this was done, Izzy grabbed her one luggage bag. That was all she wanted to bring and all she needed. Both Izzy and Miss Victoria ate in silence, but Miss Victoria couldn't help but beam that Izzy had at least attempted to look nice. Somehow time passed by so quickly that they were already on the plane. Izzy realized that she had fallen asleep during the ride, which is why the trip felt much shorter.

After the plane landed Izzy and Miss Victoria had enough time to grab they car rented to take them to the trail that led to Mythica. The car ride wasn't too bad. Although, the tinted windows made the day look that much darker and more cloudy. Much too soon the car stopped and Izzy had to say goodbye to Miss Victoria. She exited the car as Miss Victoria came to the back trunk to help her get her things. Once Izzy had all her things she looked at Miss Victoria dully in the eyes.

"I'll write just to make sure you're not doing anything stupid."

Miss Victoria was capable of doing something entirely foolish when Izzy was away, and she smiled that spacey smile
                                                and reluctantly said goodbye to her. Izzy sighed as she looked at the trail she had to walk in the quiet rain. It was quiet and peaceful, and Izzy didn't mind that too much but she preferred having a little noise here and there. Izzy was so close to the school now, yet she couldn't quite calm down yet. She was apprehensive waiting for someone to jump out and try to mess with her. It was a common thing to happen on the first day back. Something else caught Izzy's eyes though. On her right hand, that held her luggage, a small tingle was felt upon it, and the culprit was a small orange lady bug. Izzy stopped moving as her face twisted into pure disgust. Her left hand quickly flicked the bug off her hand, but as the bug was thrown off its mind mentally shut down. Izzy reached the school leaving nothing behind but the dead bug. It wasn't too hard to find her dorm, since she had been coming here for years before. Upon entering her room she found that her roommate had no trouble adjusting into this room. The other female's things were everywhere and anywhere they could find a space. Izzy felt her face drop as she starred. She placed a hand onto the frame to support herself, but also to clench something hard. It's not that Izzy was a neat person; it was just that she liked her space. Izzy chose the cleanest of the beds, figuring it was hers. Sighing she did the best of her abilities to push the other female's things into her divided area. Afterwards Izzy put what little things she had into her designated area.

                                                When she was finished she let out a sigh. After all this shoving she was ready for a drink. She would go by the cafe by the girls' dorms, but she was eager to see if the prices at Ambrosia had gone down. It was somewhat careless seeing that Miss Victoria was just a school teacher so her income wasn't that large enough to give Izzy much more money added onto her account, but so what? She was thirsty damn it. Well if worse came to worse she would just wear the same clothes over and over and over. Moments later she starred at the same $3 price for water. Such a rip-off. Well it looked like she was just going to have to go get some free apple juice. How lame. Sighing she walked out of the store and strolled along inside the mall when a loud voice took her attention. Coming straight at her was some guy, only slightly taller than her, with red hair. He was obviously crazed as he drew near Izzy starred noticing that she didn't know his face. There were three options, either he was a transfer, a freshman, or she just wasn't that observant. She would never admit to the last option and the first was no fun. He had to be a freshman just so he could fill her sadistic hunger.

                                                "TH-THEH_THE GOGOGOGOGOGOGOBGOBBBBBBBBBBBBLINNNNNNS A--AAAARE CC-C-C-COCOMING!"

                                                Grinning with pure mischief she quickly got out of his way and when he was closer to her she stuck her foot out preparing to see him trip and fall flat on his face. Seeing this kid's pain would be so satisfying!


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                                Natsuko's dark eyes starred hard into Jiro's as he slowly pulled her hands away from his collar. She couldn't tell what it was he wanted her to do. Perhaps he was thinking of a plan, or perhaps he was going to yell at her.

                                "When I say go, you run out. You'll be the signal that they can come out of hiding."

                                The truth of the matter was that Natsuko was horrified at this proposal. She was merely just a pawn to him. Just a silly little pawn, and it scared her. Now however was no time to get scared. She had to be sent out, so she will do it.

                                "With pleasure."

                                All she had to motivate her was years of implanted hatred and the thought that these music loving freaks were the cause of her parent's death. The reason why she was stranded all alone. Natsuko watched as Jiro began to set up the illusion. She wondered how he was going to mask them all, but it was Jiro, he would find some way. Suddenly the time to leave came all too soon.

                                "Go!"

                                Natsuko nodded and turned to head into the battle stage when suddenly her ears caught hold of a swooshing sound coming straight for her. The little runt had a sonic scream! Natsuko quickly withdrew into the ally way and braced herself for the impact and sound. This was where having better hearing sucked. The earth shook and windows were broken, but she and Jiro were still alive. Her ears were cringing with pain though. Whatever this power was to humans was worse for her ten-fold. She had to fall down to her knees in the dusty ally-way. When the scream was over she had to wait till the ringing stopped and she could hear again. What use would she be if she couldn't hear? Getting up she wiped some sweat off her forehead and nodded to Jiro. Turning the ally-way she used her elf reflexes and ran past debris of the attack and stopped when she was only a few yards away from the group of students.

                                Quickly she looked down to see Jiro had done his part. The whole area was an illusion. She was different, less darker, and her hair was now short and cropped. Natsuko wasn't sure about her eyes, but they must have been different too. Almost eager to hear her knew voice she shouted to the Uta Katsu students.

                                "Salutations. We know what you are, and we know who you are, so we're going to keep this brief and as a little reminder of the rules."

                                Natsuko grinned as she heard her knew voice. Jiro had done an excellent job at disguising her, she was sure everyone else in D.E.A.F would be the same. She turned her head slightly and grinned with a cold stare at all the students. Especially as the small runt; she would pay first. She would pay for damaging her ears earlier, not that she figured her ears were even pointy at the moment. Knowing Jiro he probably hid that too. Instead she felt her hands tingling with heat as she prepared to attack these music loving weaklings.


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                                Oh, the rules?

                                Dear lord, the brute was speaking. Apparently her thick skull lessened her hearing. As she spoke the air became dense near her legs. Natsuko notice this, and felt utterly bored. Wind, how pathetic. Ice could easily defend her from that. Fire on the other hand would be useless, because if she was smart, which Natsuko doubted she was, she could kill a fire easily. No oxygen, no fire.

                                Funny thing, that- we aren’t too interested in playing by your silly little rules. Now, why don’t you hightail it the ******** out of here before we really have to do some damage to your pretty little face.

                                Blah, blah, blah. Oh look she must have struck a nerve with this punk. She calmly watched as two winds swept past her face and made indents in the wall yards behind her. She waved a finger at the girl masking a 'tsk tsk' noise. Natsuko was honored that Jiro gave her a pretty face, but fed up with these inexperienced jokes. They were all younger than her, and not to mention they probably have only been training for what, 2, 3, 4 years at the most? She's been training with D.E.A.F ever since she was eight ******** years old! She's honed her power and she has it down to do what she wants when she wants it. These amateurs can only get strong when they're angry and even then can they control it? Not a chance. Natsuko was really hating the brute girl a lot now, but she was saving it all for the small runt of a girl Aiko. Teach the brat a lesson from hurting her ears earlier. Natsuko could feel the coldness and the warmness in her two hands. Left was ice, right was fire.

                                "Even if you knew who all of us were, what would you do about it? What the hell did you guys want with the people of Hokkaido. We aren't going to play by your stupid rules, you don't stand a chance against us. Give me the information I want or I'll kill you. Your outnumbered so its better if you'd just cooperate."

                                "Oh many things twerp."

                                When she reached the question of Hokkaido she went blank. What the hell was she talking about? Oh well, obviously her parents or something were in the rebellion or something. It's always the same story.

                                "Why? Your home place miss your music? Or is it you that miss your mommy?"

                                Natsuko replied making a taunting baby face. Geez, that girl needed to grow up into the real world, and the real world had no music.

                                "I think it's you who will be found dead if you don't shut your mouth little girl. As for outnumbered, I think you'll find the tables turned."

                                She was near seconds from sending some ice spears at that brute girl and the stupid fox girl, just to get them to shut the ******** up. That was until Garrett was suddenly next to her.

                                "Hey, dollface, miss me?"

                                Natsuko couldn't help but give a small smile to him. She was so thankful that she wasn't the only person there now. Now she could feel the courage rising.

                                "Now, now kiddies, no need to assault my dear friend here. All we want to do is make sure you know the score. That is, that you’re a group absolutely hopeless imbeciles who don’t have a hope in the world of keeping this idiocy up."

                                Natsuko couldn't have put it better herself. Music was vile and loathsome, and these hippie freaks were trying to save it.

                                "If you don’t want to listen peaceably, I’ll be more that willing to break some heads to head open your minds."

                                Natsuko grinned at this. Fighting with violence was fun, and now she could finally put her skills up and see where she ranked.

                                "I would advise you to all cooperate, you have seen what one of us can do, imagine us all. Now I`m expecting my answer."

                                Miss, what do you know about Hokkaido?

                                No one else could probably hear this, with the exclusion of Garrett and his werecat ears, but her at this distance. She probably had no resemblance to an elf, as Garrett had no resemblance to a werecat, all thanks to Jiro, but she knew and he knew that they still had refined hearing. Obviously this meant that this girl was outside of Uta Katsu. Strange, she would have to report this Jiro later. And would this girl not give it a rest? Obviously she had letting go problems, and it was enough for Natsuko to send a rogue ice spear at her.

                                "Oh shut up already."

                                As she spoke she sent the ice shard straight at the girl, but yet still off. It was meant to scare her, seeing as she was just a big baby. It wouldn't have hit anything and Natsuko knew it when she threw it at that angle, but it did away. Thanks to her obnoxious tail swishing, Natsuko watched her spear fly across it cutting some harmless hairs of her white fluffy tail.

                                Children, I’m going to advise you go back home while you still have legs to walk on.

                                Children? That was odd, seeing as he couldn't be any older than they were. This meant two options, either he was immortal or he was a shapeshifter, in any case she had to tell Jiro of this too.

                                Pardon me, kids, I have to go stab a friend of yours. You know, the one who’s protecting you all with the illusion? It should be fun.

                                Well he was as pompous as he could be wasn't he. Arrogant and stupid. Natsuko only let him go looking dully at him. Jiro could handle it. Why? Because he wasn't just an illusionist, he was a teleporter. Good luck catching that guy. Looking back at Garrett she smiled and spoke to him calmly.

                                "Well now that Mr. Big head has left, I say we give these kids something to reason with, don't you?"

                                With that the fire in her right hand grew into a huge mass of a firey ball, and as for the left multiple spears like the last once she sent, were formed. Grinning she first sent the fire ball out and directly behind it were the ice spears. Sure many could probably dodge it depending on how fast they were, but still someone was bound to get hurt. After the ball was sent, Natsuko relocated herself to a different spot by doing some back flips. It wasn't showing off, it was getting from point A to point B faster, and only because, in a battle you never stay in one place. Unless you want to be killed.


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This kid was a class A sucker. He wasn't even looking at her foot not that he had much time to dodge it anyway. Man she was ruthless, if she was kinder she would at least be nice to the newcomers on their first day, but she isn't, so she'll be as mean and hurtful as possible to get her own pleasures. However she never saw this coming. The kid was already a pain self inflictor. How did she know? Well he just tripped and it wasn't from her. Her eyes widened as she saw the boy slip. If he had been farther away she would have been laughing, but he was too close to miss her. Holding her breath she braced for impact. Her eyes shut waiting for the pain, but when she opened them the kid was on his back and her on top. Blinking she could feel the anger at his stupidity slowly coming alive. Izzy was a bit distracted as he touched one of her braids. Stunned she quickly lifted her face up as he recoiled. Suddenly she felt her body rock as he tried to squirm away.

"D-d-d-d--don-don't h-h-hh-h-urhurt m-m-m-me!"

Izzy pouted her lips out as her eyebrows narrowed. She was trying to hurt him, but now that failed seeing as he tripped on his own accord and not from her. Izzy planned to quickly punch him for ruining her plan and leave, until his eye patch burst. Who wore eye patches anyway? What did he think he was? A pirate? The eye patch recoiled and snapped in his face.

"Ahahaha-"

Izzy began to laugh till the other string of it flicked across her nose.

"O-ow!"

"Ouch! Fuhhhhh!"

Izzy clamped her nose as her plan really backfired. Now she was angry. As she clamped her nose she scooted off the kid and sat covering her nose. Lifting her hands she peered down at it and watched it turn red, and the tiniest of blood trickled down. The damn string was close it cut her! Raising a fist she growled at the boy.

"Oh I am gunna kill you, you twerp!"

Izzy felt pretty threatening but the boy wasn't even paying attention. Furious she crawled past the few inches that separated them and shoved her finger on his chest. He was too busy holding his hands over his eye.

"Listen to me damn it! So you think that little snap hurts? Well guess what, after I'm through with you you'll be in so mu-"

"I'm s-s-s-s-sos-os-oso-o-sososorrry!"

Izzy didn't even listen to his apology. She starred at the thing next to his head; an eye similar to his other eye. Her pointed finger lowered itself as she starred at it.

"Du-dude. Did your eye just fall out from that little snap? That's so cool! Ahahaha! Oh man, this is priceless!"

This poor boy must be suffering the hell of his lifetime! Izzy's day went from bad to great. She needed to see the blood, her sadistic side was getting hungry. Her hands found their way to his and began to try to lift them away from his probably empty eye socket now. She had to see his blood, now, before she went crazy. His hands wouldn't let up though. He was determined to keep all the blood in probably. Although, it didn't make sense. Shouldn't the blood be flowing on the side of his face or through his fingers? Frowning she took a gander at the eye and lifted it. It didn't
                                                feel squishy. In fact it almost felt ... Fake! It was fake! She had been punked. This kid had to be a wiz at tricks or something. With her eye brows narrowed she looked at him with disgust at his thought of a joke.

                                                "You suck."

                                                Angry she glared at the boy and decided to help him up, that way she could push him back down. With one hand on the prank eye, she used her other hand to heave him back up, with little help seeing as he was still holding onto his joke. Once he was up she began to shove him to the wall. When he was against the wall she gave a snarl at him and slapped the side of his head.

                                                "Next time you feel like tricking me and pulling a fast one over me, I suggest you refuse the bet with your friends. Because next time I'll make you wish you never thought to prank Izzy."

                                                She knew what everyone said behind her back. That she was a b***h and scary and like Godzilla except meaner. She was the freak and bully that everyone hated and scapegoated. All because she found pain pleasing to her. To specify, she likes other's pain, not hers. She isn't crazy and she isn't a masochist. Students, mostly guys, would dare each other to see who could pull a fast one over her and make her think they were really in pain from her, but really weren't. It drove her up the wall when they did this. Next time she'd knock them unconscious and drag them naked up a tree and leave them there if they messed with her again. Sighing she remembered that she had to be less aggressive. During her thought process she didn't even notice that her hand was gripping the collar of this guy's shirt. Letting go she placed her hand down and lifted her other hand. Opening her hand she revealed his fake prop for this stunt and held it out to him.

                                                "Go on. Take it away damn it."

                                                Grudgingly she turned her face away as she felt her cheeks get red from the embarrassment of being tricked again. Izzy waited for this boy to take it and run as fast as he could. That's what they all did anyways.


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"EEE~!"

Izzy looked at the boy a little disgusted as she waited. Boys didn't or at the very least shouldn't make that noise. He was tall, but he was defiantly still just a boy. That or this guy was on some cr-a-zy drugs, which was known to happen occasionally at Mythica. Dare she admit she's dabbled with it, but it screwed her up and made her think it was all right and dandy to get in a penguin suit, from God knows where, naked. She came out the next day having to run in a penguin suit around campus to the girl's dorms. She wasn't about the have the school see her stuffs. Drugs just didn't cut it with her. Alcohol was a different story. If anything that made her loosen up and party more. She was positive she'd probably get some more of that in her sometime during the year. Only thing worse than drugs though was coffee. That was some other s**t man.

"I'm fllflflyflyflyflyflyflff-f-f-flying!"

Izzy rolled her eyes trying to contain her fist. This kid annoyed her. He was seriously on something. It almost made her curious to see what they kid was like when he wasn't high. Hopefully it would have more sense than now. Actually on second though she didn't even want to see this kid a second time. Looking up at the boy for once after she had slapped him she noticed what the boy was hiding under his hands. She starred at the once burned flesh that consumed his eye and wondered how long it took the little twerp to get it to look so real. ******** boys were relentless at this prank. Frankly it was pissing her off. However, if she did have a third hand she would totally be poking it to see if she was actually poking his hidden eye underneath this stupid prank. Before she had time to study it more the boy gave her a happy lop-sided grin that other girls could have thought attractive in a cute way, but it only made Izzy give a crossed face. The boy quickly popped the eye in causing Izzy's mouth to gap open. Now she was impressed. How on earth did they get it to make such a sound if it was fake. Izzy's thoughts quickly turned to some illusionist hanging around doing this to her. If so she was defiantly going to fight back.

He then began to speak and Izzy made herself swear that his explanation better be good or she was really going to make him feel what it's like to have your eyes gauged out.

"I...uh ... w-w-w-wanwasn't t-t-t-trying to tr-tr-t-rtrick you. I'm ne-ne--new and g-g-g-ot lo-lost! Th-thahthat w-w-w-as my prp-prosthetic eye...since I'm m-mm-m-m-missing my rir-rriririright eye. I can uh...susususususuummon something as a gi-g-g-g-g-g-ift if you w--w-w-want since the mis-mismmi con-confusion was my f-f-f-f-ault."

Izzy's mean and cruel demeanor softened only a tiny notch as she starred at the boy. Perhaps he was telling the truth. Then again he was stammering, meaning he was probably afraid now. She didn't blame him, Izzy was a terrifying b***h, and she loved it. Then again Miss Victoria's image floated into her head. It was back when she was in elementary school. You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, or whatever. He did mention something about getting her a gift, and she did come down here for a reason. She wanted to get a drink, but that restaurant was just so damn expensive to her. Pondering she wondered if he could do that. Izzy glanced back at the kid, so what if it was real or not? She wanted that damn drink. If it wasn't the drink would make up for it. If it was real however, Izzy couldn't help wonder if it was painful. She would ask, and if it was then she would want all the details, laugh out of happiness and ditch to twerp to go mingle with some insects that she was just dying to meet. With her usual scowl on she looked at the boy carefully as her face came close to his inspecting everything about his face. When she was done she cooly let the boy drop back to the ground and placed her hands on her hips as her blue hair swung.

"Ok, so say I believe you, would you still conjure or whatever it is you do, a drink perhaps?"

Izzy hoped this boy had enough common sense not to run and say yes. If he did it quickly she'd spare him. If he took his dear time she'd smack him till he got her, her drink. Which would this boy choose? Die or live?


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::Tobias Sage Williams
::None
::Tweny Five; July Twenty Eight
::Male
::Metahuman, British, but now I'm American I guess...
::Dark Brown
::Almond brown
::6'1
::172 lbs.
::Manager at a bowling ally/Gang leader of Blue Ravens
::StellaCosmos
::Heterosexual
::
Gregory Ivan Owens :: Right hand man
Peter Quincy Underwood :: Roomate #1
Vincent Xavier Young :: Roomate #2
Abraham George Parker :: Day job boss
Bradford Valentine York :: Cousin
Zita Chelse York :: Cousin's wife
Diane Elicia Williams :: Mother
Hailey Jael Gordon :: Ex-Girlfriend
::
」Like most gangs, I enjoy a bit of mischief here and there. You could call me mad, but there's no harm in trying to knock down imaginary rules that we set up.
」I'm no extreme muscle man, but I do enjoy exercising. It could just be because what I release makes me happy, or because it just releaves stress. Either way, I wish I could have worked in a gym rather than a run-down bowling ally.
」Planning seems to by my favorite strategy, but it's also like a hobby. Most gang leaders just go and do, but they never like to stop and think for once. That's why I guess I'm different.
」As far as transportation goes, I have to say I'm in love with my motorcycle.[x] She also makes a great escape vehicle.
」Growing up in England has taught me one thing. Get used to the rain. Now I have, and now I can't seem to function properly without it. If it's sunny I always feel a little awkward.
×」Laws just seem to piss me off. I know it's for the greater good, but to me they are just excuses to easy power.
×」Arrogant customers seem to just piss me off. We don't get them often at the bowling ally, but when they do come they seem to think that because they have money they can act like complete pricks.
×」Yah, I'd really like to not go to jail. It'd give my cousin more excuse to nag at me.
::Mass Destruction by Faithless
::You could call my hair sort of shaggy like, but I do keep it neat at least. My face is sort of rough, but hey, I'm a gang leader. I have to look that way. I also always try and keep my face clean shaven. Although, you may seem some five a clock shadow on same days. I am muscular, but not enough to rip my shirts, I assure you. I do smile, I promise, it's just my face looks better with a serious look. I like to kid a lot though so sometimes I tease everyone with an eyebrow raise and a skeptical look. Sometimes I come back to my job or home with bruises and cuts, but that's my buisness. As for my nose, yes it does look a bit crooked. It should a cop broke it. Bloody bloke, at least I gave him a black eye. Still, it sort of didn't heal right.
::
」Disintegration. That's my power. Pretty straight forward. How's this happen? Well, born with it I assume. How it works is much clearer. Disintegration works only with my hands. I have to touch an object and there I can break down all the compents down to the very last atom. Once there I can disintegrate the componets of the object. This does not mean it simply goes "poof". No it's much more complex. It varies as well. If it's a metal object, say like a cage. With a touch I could go to any componet, element, atom, whatever I like, and since it is metal, once could picture the componet being burned by like acid. Very useful for breaking into places, eh? If it's iron it'll rust till it's dust. Paper it'll become ash. Wood would become rotten, and so forth and so on. Living things is a little more complex. I could devour blood, but what good does that do? The body always makes more. It's virtually the same for any other componet of the human body. Never fear human and creatures, you're safe. Not to say I still couldn't rot your flesh. But you'll live. It grows back remember?
」I'm not ashamed at all to call myself a skilled fighter. Although, I did have to do some research about pressure points. Sometimes it's better to knock someone out in a quiter method than throwing them at a wall.
」As I stated earlier, I'm a planner. I won't go and say I can solve a rubix cube in five seconds flat, but I can navigate a group of metahumans into a highly guarded building and tear it down, while getting them all safely out in less than an hour.
::
」Breaking things is a pain. Imagine waking up and grabbing your toothbrush while you're too tired to go to work, and the previous night you were in a fight, then try and concentrate on not trying to disintegrate your toothbrush. You just can't do it, unless you're like superman. But I'm not, so I always break that tooth brush. It's other things too. My poor bike has been taken to the shop so many times, it even has a reserved spot, because they know by next week it'll be back with a missing screw or something. I try to stop it by buffering the object and my hands with gloves. Still I have to go buy gloves once a month, I always have to have spares. To say the least it's a ******** hassle.
」I lack sleep. I have to wake up in the morning and work to pay the rent and all my things at a crap a** bowling ally, then as soon as work gets out, I change and go meet with my gang. Some nights are shorter than others, but in order to get noticed you gotta do big things. My roommates are accoustomed to me coming in around three in the morning with bruises and cuts. I flop into bed only to wake up three hours later. All my doctors can say is "get more sleep". No s**t.
」Sometimes I appear heartless. I don't mean to. I really don't, but with my schedule I don't exactly have time for a social life do I? That's probably why my girlfriend broke up with me. Bless her heart that she can still even stand to be my friend.
::In a nutshell, and according to everyone, I am: Cold, distant, sarcastic, rough, cunning, heartless. I wouldn't use such harsh terms, but hey that's just what they say. I'm caring though, I haven't ever lost a gang member and I don't plan too. They have given me their time, their loyalty, and their courage. I can only repay them by making sure they are all safe. Although sometimes I am distant to my other life, such as to my poor mother. All she asks is a call every now and then, and my girlfriend, er ex, that's what she wanted too. My cousin is always coming to save my a** in the middle of the night when I can't loose the cops. I feel bad for his wife, she's pregnant and she needs him more, but she is so understanding. Sarcastic, hell yes, but only to tease. I usually do it to the rookies in my gang, and to my one roommate Peter, or Pete as I like to say. He can be such a tight a**, so I only do my duty and loosen him up. Rough. Well uh, yeah that's true. Cunning, how sweet. Yah, it's just planning really, so I guess I could organized. No wait, I just looked at my side of the room. No, I'm just cunning.
::Ah the smell of England. I grew up there till I was 18. Let's not get ahead though. Anyways I had a father. Best dad I could ever wish for. Mum was also great to me. I had wonderful friends. Don't worry, it's not going to be super sad. Anyways one day when I was seven going on eight I was in the woods with my friends. We decided to play clubhouse and in order to get in all of us had to endure a dangerous, or what we pressumed was dangerous, obstacle course. We had set it up ourselves. All we did really was set a course past thorns, over huge tree trunks, through ditches, you know kid stuff. I was the last to go. It was precisely this why they choose to give me a faulty map. They figured the last should get the hardest course of them all, getting lost in the forest. The first hour was nor problem for me. I felt confident it only be five more minutes then I'd be there. I said that to myself thirty more times till I noticed another hour had gone by. Perhaps I read the map wrong. I re-traced my steps and then studied the map again. It lead me to the same place again, except this time it was getting darker. Like any kid I was scared, so I began to run. I imagined that I was hearing wolves or other creatures. By this point it was sun-down and I was defiantly frightened. Then I heard a shaking in the bush. Trembling I picked up a bunch of acorns and tried to throw them. That's when it happened. The acorns I threw didn't make it farther than a foot.

They became rotten and hollow and slowly turned into wood dust. I picked up another. The same thing. Then another. Then I went to a tree and tried to climb it, but it too became rotten, and then it began to sway. Letting go I ran from the tree, but I could still hear the crash as it fell. Looking back I saw no creature come out. It was only the wind. I wandered the forest till morning, and left behind me a trail of decaying wood. My friends came by the house and told me of their brilliant scheme. If my powers had not come, I would have said that it was a good joke, but I knew I couldn't have friends when I was so dangerous. What would happen if I touched my friends? I didn't want to risk it. I used their joke as an excuse to tell them off and tell them to leave me alone. Hurt, they all did. I grew up this way. Living alone, and trying not to touch anything. It was hard in school. Pencils, chalk, books, lockers, they all seemed to break apart unless I was totally focused on not breaking down their componets. By the age of eighteen my mother wanted to leave England, so we packed our bags. Then she got sick. Nothing deadly I assure you, but it was enough to make her stay bed rested. My father and I agreed to wait till she got better, but she only refused us to do this. We didn't want her to strain herself so we quickly agreed. I came there when I was eighteen, in 2002. I came in when this term "metahuman" was placed to people like me. We didn't have things like that in England. We had our own troubles to think about.

When all the news was coming out, I told my father the truth about me. He wanted proof, he thought I was joking. Grimly I took a silver spoon and watched as it rusted and cracked into dust in my fingers. He was shocked, but understanding. He told mother of this later, and surprisingly she did not reject this. It was a relief to me, only because I knew it wasn't giving her a heart attack in her fragile position. I continued the rest of what was left in my high school career. Then I met her. Hailey. Smart, beautiful, but I could go on why she made my days. I never asked her out though. I was afriad. What if I touched her face and got lost in the moment? What would I do to her? She still waited for me though. When we were nineteen, she attened the same college as me. She was my best friend, and then she approached me as something different. She told me she knew I was a metahuman. I looked at her denying this. Shaking her head she showed me the proof she needed. All the broken and rotting pencils. The broken and withering books. She knew. I decided it was time to let go of this friendship, but she wouldn't let me. That night she took me to the city and as people counted down for the new year she told me she loved me, and kissed me. I couldn't let myself hold her, but she was fine with it. She was loyal to me, even if I always touched her with gloves on. A year passed and 2004 came.

Trouble was brewing. Suddenly being a metahuman was bad. I stayed indoors or rushed to my classes during that year. I tried to tell Hailey she'd be safer without, but she said that whole cancer stuff was bull s**t. She refused to leave me. Then it happened. The organization that delt with metahumans was destroyed, by none other than a metahuman. Terrence. I starred at the tv with worry in my eyes. What did this mean for me? For my family? For my cousin that just moved here? For Hailey? Were they all endanger now because of me? Detainment. That was what it was. There was a war going on. Between humans and metahumans. I stayed indoors more often and took online classes. I couldn't go out with Hailey any more, and could barely let her in the house. I told my father I was moving out. I has to protect me family and Hailey. In december of that month I was 22 and getting ready to finish college and skip town. I decided to go out with my father one last time. I took him to see a play in the down town area. It was nice. When it was over and we were outside in the soon I stopped him whipered to him my intentions as soon as I passed college. Solemly he looked at me and said at least to call him in England.

If I was leaving then he had no reason to stay separated from my mother. I nodded and smiled. He then looked at snow falling and caught it with his hand. It's just like England, he said. He told me to take off my gloves and feel it for myself. I did, and I should have said no. When I did I watched as the snowflakes fell into my hand, and quickly turned into water. At least this wasn't from me, but just from pure body heat. It was nice, and time didn't exsist for a moment. I was lost on the side walk while the busy people ran around us. That's the biggest rule though in the city. Don't stand there like an idiot in the street, because then you get shoved. And then you reach out for the nearest thing to told onto while you fall, and that would be a stop sign. Then if you're me, you watch as the sign begins to rust and fall over causing a scene. You look up in horror as the people began to scream, shouting metahuman. Then you watch a man come out from within the crowd with a gun pointed at me. Time freezes as I watched my father try to calm the man down. Apparantly he was a man part of these anti-metahumans groups. He wasn't looking to compromise, he was looking to kill. He shot my father, and before he could shoot me I pressed my hands to his face and began to strangle him. I watched as more gun shots went into the air and noticed how his face went from red to pale. Usually when someone is strangled their face grows red then blue from the blood, but the man was loosing blood. I was destroying his blood. I could hear the sirens coming and I let go looking at his rotting flesh. Grabbing my dieing father I ran with him on back to the only placed I could. Poor Hailey. I couldn't tell her what happened. I just left my dieing father and ran. Somehow though the police caught my face.

I was on that list of shot on sight. The next morning I came back to Hailey's house and found her weeping over my dead father's body. I called my mom and told her what happened after I explained to Hailey what this meant. My mother came two days later and arranged for my father's body back to England where he would be burried. I haven't seen my mother since then, but from the few calls I make to her, she sounds better. A week later I told Hailey good bye, and I skipped town and went to another one. I grew out my hair, and choose a pathetic job. Hailey didn't stay away though. She followed me. 2006 came as she came. She told me she wasn't going to leave that easily, and with her it never is. As the time ticked off, I began to plot. Humans, most humans really, perhaps it's not so great what they are or what they are doing. Terrence perhaps wasn't bringing us down, but showing us truth. In the summer of that year I joined a fight club. I was going to start my own gang, but made of pure metahumans. There I met Gregorgy, or Greg, as I call him. He was a fighter, but also a gambler. He was a Teleknisis. That's how he cheated during all the dice games. I wanted him so I told him of my idea to form a gang. If the humans could have their anit-metahuman organizations, surely there could be a metahuman gang against them too right? Together he and I created the Blue Ravens. Blue, because I just happen to like that color, and ravens because like Poe's poem, it brings death. It's flourished now, and I'd like to think the police and government can't link me to the past me, but the odds of that are slim. I did however announce myself to them in the beginning. From then on, the leader of the Blue Ravens was named Ruin. Because that is what I plan to do to them, just as they did to me.

As of last month, I'm single, and it only took six years to do it.

::As tough as I am, I am fearful of how far the gang will go. Could we become infamous? And what if we get to the top, will it be destroy all humans, or will I, just like Terrence, dissappear?
     
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                                "She's all yours."

                                Natsuko could hear Jiro's voice and looked over to make sure he was ok from earlier, but when she looked back over to Yoko and Garrett he was gone. He never likes to stay in one place. Natsuko looked back to see one of the boy's had a small cut from her, but it was what he was doing that caught her eye. Sparks were coming off his hands. Now that was a cool power. The boy shot out threatening sparks towards Garrett. Well, this would be Garrett's fighter of course.

                                "Guys...I know I'm not as strong as you but...I'm here to help! Just...leave the manipulation to me!"

                                Natsuko looked over to the new Momorio. Blonde suited her quite nicely as compared to Natsuko's new midnight black short hair. Natsuko listened as she spoke and couldn't help lose her footing when she did the V sign. Putting a hand to her face she shook it slightly at Momo's adorableness.

                                "Defend me, I have an idea to make this battle more fair!"

                                Natsuko looked up and for once actually noticed the Kitsune girl. What was she doing? Natsuko watched as she closed her eyes. It seemed like she was chanting. Well whatever it was, Natsuko didn't like and decided her target was this kitsune girl. She was going to interrupt her at whatever cost.

                                "Any wounded students, come with me!"

                                Great just great. The teachers were coming. Natsuko looked up towards the small person on the building who was Jiro. She knew that when teachers got involved it becomes difficult.

                                "Why hello there, Miss. You seem to be hurting my classmates. Care to explain, mysterious girl? Here's the deal. Either you guys back off, or I'm going to control this little girl to do my every whim. Who knows? Maybe her little powers will give us students an advantage."


                                Natsuko groaned and rolled her eyes. Would they not stop coming? They were like flies to a shinny light. It was sort of annoying. Natsuko was sure that Momoiro could handle herself. Right? Biting her lip she looked back at her fellow D.E.A.F member and felt confused on whether to go after the kitsune girl or after the guy that held Momoiro in a headlock. Natsuko didn't get her time to think was she saw a huge mass of debris floating towards the ground in front of them. Quickly before it hit she pushed off the ground projecting fire from the soles of her shoes, just high enough were she could avoid the crash. When it was over she was already spiraling downward, and flipped herself in the air as she prepared to crouch land back on the ground. When she landed she watched Yoko start to heads toward the boy who threw it in the first place. Ok so that would be her opponent.

                                Now back to her dilemma. The kitsune girl or save Momoiro?


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            If only his dream was able to actually progress. What he wouldn't do to have a dream that actually has a middle. No, he's too busy. Speaking of which he had to get up soon. He wasn't even sleeping anymore. What he was doing was keeping his eyes shut trying to ignore Pete's yelling at Vince. Pete was the organized one and Vince was the stoner who did s**t with the rent, but at the same time was cool. At least Tobias was the nice medium.

            "You know what?! Forget you! I have a real job to go to!"

            "Mmmmm...I'm trying to sleep like normal people."

            Tobias kept his eyes shut as he heard Pete grab for his keys.

            "No, normal people get up at this time and go to work, like they should. Instead of sleeping on the couch and eating our food supply!"

            Forget it. Tobias couldn't sleep even if he wanted to now. Opening his eyes he lifted his head from his bed. If only he had his own bed, but there was only room in the apartment, and just one other larger room which served as the living room and kitchen. Tobias took the corner of the room and Vince always slept on the couch. It was only fair that Pete got the bed room seeing as he made the most money and paid most of the bills.

            "Aw come on Pete. Don't be that way."

            Pete grabbed his coat and coffee and with the hand holding his keys he pointed to Tobias.

            "And you. Don't you forget you have to get to work on time today. Don't you dare go back to sleep. We can't have two unemployed people here."

            Tobias grinned and flopped his head back onto his bed.

            "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt"

            "Grah! Tobias I mean it!"

            And with that the door slammed and Pete was heading to his job. Tobias sat up in his bed and kicked his legs over his bed. He groaned as one of his hands dragged across his face. He looked at the time and read five thirty. Well, he usually woke up at six, but he did need to get to work on time. Today he was training the rookies on how to fix the pin setter when it malfunctions. Tobias began to walk to the bathroom and as he passed Vince he gave him a piece of advice.

            "Vince, you really should get a job. You know I can always hook you up at the bowling alley."

            Clutching his pillow Vince made a face and spoke in his hoarse voice.

            "I'll pass. Besides I do work."

            "Selling rip off weed doesn't count."

            "Yes it does. And don't say it's not respectable. Besides you're the one who comes home after you do your little fight club nonsense."

            "Vince... Don't start with that."

            Before Vincent could make another comment, Tobias had shut the bathroom door and was studying his face in the mirror. Nothing big on his face. He looked at his shoulder and found the hidden gash. Most have happened when the cop grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him down the stairs. Rubbing it he remembered that if it weren't for Greg knocking him out from behind, he may have dragged up a couple more stairs, and that really would have been painful. Tobias studied the bags under his eyes and idly wondered if kids thought him older from this. Oh well. He turned the knob for the shower and prepared to wash all the dirt and blood from last night right off.
     

• ✥ • «The Basis of a Story»
They christened me ;; Alizabeth Mary Bedeau
But I am known as ;; Alizabeth suits me well
I was born ;; As much a maiden as any other female
On my birth ;; The sun was shinning on July First
Seasons passed ;; Nineteen sweet summers

• ✥ • «The Illustrated Setting»
My finest perceptions ;; A light autumn brown
The crown 'pon my head ;; Mid-back length of pure brown waves
To the plume of my hat ;; Five Feet and Six Inches
My weight in gold ;; One Twenty Seven
To sun-kissed skin ;; Only with the very slightest and lightest of tans
When shadows cast ;; Smooth, soft, and nicely slender
The finest details ;; Upon Alizabeth's viewable features, she bears no scars. There is one scar however, that remains unseen by anyone, because it mocks her shame. She simply lost her balance walking down the marble stairs when she slipped and the back of her left foot bashed against the corner of the stair. She tries to cover it up as much as possible everyday by powdering it and making sure her shoes cover the spot. Her long dresses also help to hide her shameful pathetic excuse for a scar. As for birthmarks she bares two. Both come out as light brown and the first is place where few may see. It's located right behind her right ear in the groove. The second is placed in a more common area. Right in between her index finger and middle on her left hand. She finds it to be comforting and adorable.
My mirrored reflections ;; For an upperclass woman in this time it's expected to be pretty at the very least. Blonde hair is usually the preference, but this is not the case for Alizabeth. On her mother's side Spaniard blood runs thickly. Thus it reached her, and she sometimes wishes she inherited her father's side, but it's much too late for that now. So she makes do with what she has. Her brown hair naturally curls and waves out, so she uses this to her advantage and places some of it up, and lets the rest flow out. It's not uncommon to also find fancy and expensive hair clips in her hair. She finds it her trade mark. She doesn't like to wear very bright and presumptuous dresses, so she choose the jewel covered barrettes in her hair.

Moving onto her face, there is one thing Alizabeth enjoys more than anything of herself. Her soft and tender cheeks. She can't exactly be proud of her eyes. Although they are a light brown, they are still just brown. Growing up in her class, several other girls would call her a mud princess. Just because of her hair and her eyes. At least her skin wasn't dark, and she tries very hard not to get tanner at all. Her nose is nice; no crooks or buldges to her gratitude. She feels there is nothing special about her ears, so she doesn't idol that. Her lips aren't nearly as luscious or as full as several of the upper class women. Her forehead could be admired too, but only privately to herself and more of a thanks for not being born with a huge forehead. No, there is nothing stunning about her face. That's why she admired the touch and feel of her soft and smooth cheeks. Sadly enough no one can really see something that must be touched, so no one else can really fully appreciate her cheeks but her own self. That is why she can usually be found in the morning feeling her own cheeks for several moments and then getting ready for the day.

Alizabeth's neck is very slender, and equally as soft as her cheeks, but she feels uncomfortable when she touches it, so she sticks to admiring her cheeks. Her shoulders are nice and normally relaxed. She isn't the type to become too stressed or angry, and why should she? She's an upperclass citizen, so she really has no worries. On her arms you rarely find any muscle. It's not her place to go spare and work, so why would one expect muscle there? Her hands are pretty long and slender, much to her surprise. She finds it in a unique way, beautiful, but others could call it strange. Women are supposed to have small hands, but she doesn't. It's not they're covered with fat, but that they are just longer than most. She enjoys them so much in fact that she never tries to curl them into fists or shy them away, but calmly place them in her lap or freely by her sides. As for her torso, one could say it is long for the average female, but she is taller than most other females. Her waist is also equally slim, and the set back to her body from all the slimness is that she lacks stunning hips. Her back part isn't that glorious either, but still, at least her dresses hide this well.

Speaking of her clothing, as mention earlier she doesn't like boisterous clothing. Not to mention even if she choose fairly bright and presumptuous clothing, it wouldn't fit right because of her body, and because of her hair. It wouldn't match. This is why she sticks to dark colors, such as indigo, or dark blues and various purples. Her one weakness is lace. She adores laces, and loves wearing it as well.


• ✥ • «The Main Characters»
To whom my heart belongs ;; Longing for Gabriel Gaston Rousseau
My life's calling ;; None really. Her life as an upper class citizen pays for everything.
My faithful friend ;; Of all her barrettes she finds the one her mother gave her to be her favorite. It seems plain, and not as elegant as her other ones, but perhaps that's why she enjoys it so much. Although, not to be confused, the barrette is still much too beautiful for any lower class citizen.. Obviously it's made of gold with one white pearl at the bottom of it. When she wears it, you know she's feeling really happy or using it for luck. Alizabeth still believes that one day it'll get her noticed by Gabriel, and not as friends. The last quality of the barrett, is that the pin is alarmingly sharp and pointed. Most barrettes don't do this, and when Alizabeth mention this to her mother she said it was for luck. She still really doesn't know what this means, but regardless she still loves her gift.

Secondly, her next prized object is a hair brush that her father gave her. Unlike the barrette it's not a prize artifact passed down from her family. It's just an ordinary silver hair brush that she prizes. The reason why is because instead of buying her a pet, like she wanted when she was little, he got her the brush for her birthday instead. He told her that the brush in the end would be much better because a pet is work and sometimes they love you and sometimes they don't, and then they die. But a brush will always make you pretty and will last you until you die.

The real me ;; Alizabeth was born in the warmth and that is how she stayed. Some would call her soft, not shy, but just really peaceful. It's just how she is, not to mention on how much she tries to be an accepted lady of the upper class. She's also very loving and caring. More importantly, she's carring to all classes. She feels that they are all people, so they all should be respected as some. Alizabeth also finds herself in deep gratitude to them, because without the lower class she would have none of the things that she owns now. She never tries to ask for much, and when she does ask it's only when she's allowed to, on her birthday. Her little secret though is that she's amazingly creative. No one knows, because like most upper class women, she is supposed to buy whatever she wants. However, she finds that making things by hand is thrilling and just makes her heart rush. She will usually go for walks in the woods by herself with her horse and gets lost in time as she picks flowers and weaves them together with grass. Hidden in a floor compartment is all her creations: Flower bracelets, circlets, arangements, etc.

She wouldn't dare wear any of her creations. She's much too afraid to do so. Instead she wears them only at night in the comfort and solitude of her own self admiring what her hands had made in the mirror. Alizabeth in this way, is very cautious. That's why she's never been caught making things, or even more unthinkable, keeping them in her own room. This also makes her very protective of her secret. It's all she really has to call herself different and special. She doesn't have the luxury of saying she has a tough backbone or a strong willed woman. Nor can she say she's the beauty of the land. She finds herself getting moody when she is reminded of how different looking she is. Only from her Spaniard blood, that really isn't all that strong in her veins. It's just in her mother's side. It doesn't matter if she gets moody though, no one really knows because she tries to hold it in. It seems having Spaniard blood in her is the only thing she can't let go of. She sees if every morning and every night. It's with her forever. Another quality of her is that she is a hopless romantic. She often dreams that one day a handsome musketeer will come and sweep her off her feet. She's been invisioning this dream ever since she was a little girl. When she was younger she used to play pretend with herself and imagine herself being captured by an evil person and her musketeer would come and slay the captor and bring her back and then they would live happily ever after.

Now that she's older she imagines it much differently. She doesn't really want to be captured any more, not in these times. Instead she just hopes one day she'll bump into her musketeer, and that he'll still sweep her off her feet and they would live together and happily. This is a more reasonable goal, seeing as she is friends with most of the musketeers. There is one among them that has gone much farther than friendship in her eyes. She dreams of dear musketeer Gabriel Rousseau will be the man to sweep her off her feet. She often spends her time day dreaming about him when she's not around him or the other musketeers. Several times she's tried to tell Gabriel of her feelings, but it seems like each time she backs away. When she does it she wants it to be perfect. There is another thing bothering her. She's afraid that Gabriel might not feel the same, and if her feelings are known to him she is afraid it may ruin the friendship they already share. Although Alizabeth doesn't have many friends she is very loyal to the few she has. She's never been a hateful one or jealous. If there is someone better than her, she admires them and bows her head in awe. She's not the envious type. Harsh on herself, she is, but blamming it on others is not the way she likes to do it. Getting angry doesn't happen with her either. She'll get moody, yes, but angry never comes up. She doesn't like yelling or saying anything hurtful. She might get sour, but she'll mostly keep that to facial expressions.

Just as getting angry never happens, neither does revenge. If someone hurts her, she usually let's it happen. In some ways she could be compared to a door mat, but she believes that someday they'll get what's coming. She also hopes that someday there will be someone to protect her.

In five words ;; Compassionate, Warm, Dreamer, Self-Conscious

• ✥ • «The Supporting Roles»
Worth a duel ;; Her crafts. She would fight, even if she's not a fighter, any day for the right to keep her skill. Alizabeth doesn't want to be exactly like every other upperclass woman who just buys what they want. She wants something to proud of. The little flower bracelets or circlets are all she has. Yes, she can read and write, but most upperclass people can do that. She would probably fight for that one special barrette as well, but only after her craft skill. Other than that there is not much she would fight for, partly because as many nice things she owns, she not that attached to any of them, so she would easily give them away.
Worth a glove ;; Although she doesn't get angry very often, she does get moody. So if you mention her hair color and eyes and even remotely compare them to dirt or mud she gets a pained face and signs a lot. Mentioning her Spaniard blood in a negative way also gets her down. Uncaring people also upset her, as well as unconsiderate people. If one isn't at least a little grateful for all they have, she becomes upset and troubled at how careless that person can be, and how they aren't knowing that somewhere someone has much less things to be grateful for. Thus talking about classes is usually a tender topic fo her.
Worth a lifetime ;; Alizabeth wants two things more than anything. As stated earlier every since she was little she dreamed of a musketeer sweeping her off her feet and living the rest of her life with them. That is what she wants more than anything. She's very stubborn on this, so stubborn, that she made her decision. If her dream never happens, then she simply won't marry. She live as a widow. Her father will probably try to marry her off if nothing happens, but she will simply just say now. Secondly she desperately wants to tell at least once person in her life time about her crafting gift. It will have to be someone that she trust fully though.

• ✥ • «The Author's Hand»
My Lord or Lady ;; StellaCosmos
My proof ;; [x] Post sample one. [First post]

[x]Post sample two. [First post]
 
     
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