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X.x.X____________{N a m e}
Reisa Cerium Verdict

Storm grey clouds

X.x.X____________{A g e}
22 years worth of humanity

in the p e r f e c t

X.x.X____________{D a t e - o f - B i r t h}
The 18th of July

skies

X.x.X____________{Z o d i a c}
Cancer

X.x.X____________{P r e f e r e n c e}
The g u y s are always eye candy [Straight]


● ● _____________[私が見る反射]

X.x.X____________{A p p e a r a n c e}
Reisa Verdict, is anything but average. She is unique, she is special, she is a mutant. But this did not say much, seeing how everyone was different, how everyone was special and how everyone was a mutant in their own way, with their own uniqueness and identity. Reisa is one of the 11 billion people - all unique, all special and all different - on this world we call Home. But, she was more mutant than others; she was pretty. She isn't the only one - heaven forbid - to be labeled with the human standards of beauty, nor is she the first to be labeled as so, but her face had its own charm and many would agree that the charm was quite appealing. In other words, the Verdict girl is a fortunate mutant. She is "above average" in looks, she still had her youth, a bright life ahead of her and she... is content thus far.

The Verdict girl has quite distinctive features for a girl her age and nationality. Reisa's hair is quite definitely a shade of cold inky black. Not the dark brown shade of hair that most asians have, but a dark true black, like the colour of darkness in a room deprived of light. This darkish colour however is quite deceiving, because it reveals its true colour only in average light, anything brighter however, the hue gets bleached to a medium shade of slate grey. Not the most common hair colour people might see, but the dark hair is quite flattering for her skin and makes her face and neck often appear more slender when she lets it fly freely as it usually does. Especially in its milder lighter shade, this mane of usually docile hair gives a surrealistic look, an out-of-world entity with her expression - the average everyday face that gives people the appearance of a dreamer. She is, figuratively, a dreamer.

She's a westerner, her face says that clearly enough, but there's something distinctly asian about the eyes - those almond shaped eyes and the finely arched eyebrows that gives her a slight look of constant curiosity. She isn't the prettiest thing on earth, nor will she make people stare, but she does have a certain appeal that, if you can find it, is hard to resist.

X.x.X____________{C l o t h e s}
Reisa likes long shirts. Yes, she does. She likes them in small size, she likes them long, preferably mid-thigh length. She also likes those contemporary executive shirts for office wear, but she goes casual. That means to say she'd go for a long shirt, a skirt, some knee-high socks and sensible shoes to match up. Her taste is odd, and her preference can vary from the bizarre to the fashionable, but still as long as it fits, its wearable no? Reisa Verdict has an innate knowledge of how to mix 'n' match to maximum attitude, and she definitely knows how to sew. With that combination, she often makes some of her own clothes to give her a unique street look that is truly one of a kind. She's probably the girl you see strolling down the corridor towards Language Arts II or Biology III wearing an over sized and over decorated shirt along with tights and flats, with a grey book bag slung on one shoulder. Long/over sized shirt, check; high socks, check; flats, check... Yes, you are looking at Reisa.


● ● _____________[君は何もわからない]

X.x.X____________{L i k e s}
» Clothes
» Dance Music
» Daydreaming
» Cats

X.x.X____________{D i s l i k e s}
» Bad fads
» Being told she's klutzy
» Having to yell
» History

● ● _____________[私の物語、君の物語]

X.x.X____________{P e r s o n a l i t y}
Reisa is a soft person. Most people can tell that by just looking at her face. A timid person by nature, it was definitely strange how she had summed up so much confidence to dress in such outrageous ways. She's the kind of person most people ignore, and she's wallflower potential. The Verdict girl may be a brilliant student when she puts her heart to it, but she never gets marks high enough for herself to gain much publicity. Most people barely know more about her than her fashion sense, her face and those wide dark eyes. Her line of work doesn't need much yelling or talking, she's an office worker - she's the person who persuades the bands and singers to let her company advertise for them and when they agree, arrange for all the flyers and posters to be printed, the commercials to be broadcasted and the programmes to be podcasted. Reisa had everything working out nicely so that her flaw wouldn't be too obvious, but with all the badmouth rockers, their wayward insults and aggression, sometimes it's obvious that Reisa only keeps to this job because she has to and because innately, it suits her best until she graduates.

Reisa is flawed, everyone is, so she shouldn't be exempted. If the fact that she's a timid, sensitive and yielding creature doesn't make the cut as a flaw, then it would be obvious that being a hypocrite would definitely make it. She doesn't mean to have to act so self-assured, so confident and so stuck-up, but her job demands it. You can't be all shy and push-over looking when you are signing up contracts and sealing deals with people can you? I doubt so.
X.x.X____________{B i o g r a p h y}



● ● _____________[何でもすることができる]

X.x.X____________{G l i t c h y}



● ● _____________[ない興味の]

X.x.X____________{T h e m e - S o n g}

X.x.X____________{U s e r - N a m e}

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|| Reisa Ksenia Cerium Verdict ||

Sing me a lullaby,
a song for the eternally silent.

√---- I recommend Reisa, or Ksenia. Spare me from the chemistry jokes, I didn't ask for an element as a middle name.

√---- o2 x o2 x o2 x o2 + o1 = Seventeen. Oh baby I'm sooo... old.
√---- She can tell left from right, but it doesn't take a genius to tell that she's confused
√---- I'm unique, I'm special, I'm a master of power mimicry. Or not quite so masterful.
√---- Are you curious? I know the bit about satisfaction bringing cats back, but I doubt you have nine lives no?

|| j o u r n a l ||

Reisa, a Cancer born on the 18th of July, is your everyday Plain Jane, an extremely fortunate Plain Jane as they go, seeing how she didn't exactly match the usual stereotype. More fitting, would be the title of "Wallflower", and perhaps even more so would be the term "Good Girl". Reisa K. C. Verdict, was officially the nicest girl all round. Or... maybe not to that extreme. But still, she was a nice girl, a nice...

Right there, stop the third person ramble and we can get down to some real business, no? I was born in good old Saint Petersburg of Russia, which makes me a Russian lass in your slang. But please don't ask me how Russian is like, I don't remember anything about it anymore. My father wasn't of Russian descent, she was very much a Californian, but for business matters, she was sent over to Russia. The rest of the story should be old news; he met my mother, they fell in love, got married and had two children - both of which are girls. As you may have guessed, my father was the one who named me. Had my mother been given the chance, I'd have been named Ksenia which became one of my two middle names - just to appease my mother. Dad made my name dreadfully long: Reisa, Ksenia, Cerium and Verdict all cramped up in the birth certificate's name blank. Awesome.

The thing is, when my younger sister Reina came down with bronchitis, my father decided that they have had enough of Russia and it was time to return to dear California. Mum wasn't too happy with the choice; since her family were all in Russia and her children were only five and six years old respectively, but she agreed to the migration for the sake of little Reina. If you're wondering why, for your information, the average temperature range for Saint Petersburg is from the negative integers to around a meager 22°C in July, the warmest month of the year. I don't think the weather played that big a part in Reina's illness, which healed up after about... three months pronto; I think Dad was just sick of being so far from home and decided that it was time to return. Either way, here I am in Bluewater. In case if you're wondering why I can't speak proper Russian and-slash-or don't have much of an accent... I came to California when I was six remember? I've had only six years of exposure to Russian culture, but I've had eleven years' worth to California. Surprise surprise, guess which had a greater influence?

My mother had always told me I was special, which sounds like all the silly little things Mums say to their daughters. I don't know if she meant it literally at that time, but it soon became quite apparent that I was kind of special. I found out that I had the ability to mimic people's powers, create a copy of that ability and use it until i come into contact with him or her the next time. It's a strange kind of power isn't it? The kind that you might live forever with yet never realize that it exists? Yeah, it was pure luck that I found out about it, and it took a lot of guessing and reasoning before I decided I actually had it. Better still, I only found out about it when I came to this school a couple of years ago.

It started with a crush. Corny but true. I had a crush, a big major one, the kind you just can't reason yourself out of? Yeah, those annoyingly stuck-in-your-head kind that makes your grades plummet, homework get left undone and concentration go down to nil. I was a victim alright? Well... uh, I had only gotten the courage to ask him for a pen because the forgetful girl forgot to bring her's (we all know the real reason) when our hands brushed. Well, nothing happened at that time other than the fact that my heartbeat started racing like crazy and I thought I was delirious. But when I got home, it was a different matter: I was tying my hair up for a shower when I noticed something weird with the back of my neck: I was sprouting scales, and breathing fire and... uh, yeah... It was gone the next day when I tapped his arm and returned him the pen however, and that set me thinking. Afterwards, I went crazy and experimented with everything, used every sound excuse there was to have direct skin contact with anybody. The results were scary: telepathy, feathery wings and once, fangs. I forgot what I got from who, but thanks to them, I figured it out: I could mimic somebody else's paranormal abilities. Well, lucky lucky me. I wasn't a Plain Jane or Susan after all. I haven't told anyone about it - apart from Reina who finds it extremely funny for some reason - and I doubt I can pluck up enough courage to tell my parents, but I think Mum may know something about this. She's the person who has always made me believe I was special anyway.

Thus far, Reina and I have both figured that skin contact was necessary for any mimicry to take place. My system also automatically replace the previously copied ability with a new one if I come into contact with someone who has something different. With the added bonus that I can really use the ability in anyway I want like it was my own. It's like an innate manual, I just clone and use like it was inborn. Pretty cool huh? But, I doubt it's really, say, a power, it's more like a passive skill to me. But it's proving to be quite a lot of fun, minus the part when I get scales and feathers and other animalistic qualities.

|| c a u t i o n ||

Caution? Exercise caution? Why, I doubt you'd need to exercise too much fear or caution around me, I'm pretty darn nice. I've always been the soft kind of person, I don't enjoy being mean or showing an attitude and such like. I don't like to express my own point of view during general discussions, or share my idea with people if I think they would ruin someone's careful planning and I definitely try to keep quiet over any kind of petty problems that arise. I'm not a very vocal kind of person and socializing is about as easy as poking my fingers with darning needles, but maybe it's due to the fact that I absorb and say nothing (like some sea sponge thing) most of the time, a lot of people are willing to talk to me. Should I become a counselor, I'd be the lady sitting in a corner nodding and nodding away as you speak while the victim talks and talks and suspects my alertness. Believe me, even if I'm unresponsive and silent for a lot of the times, I am listening and I am awake. I haven't gotten the knack of sleeping with my eyes open yet.

I'm a romantic kind of person, almost to the point of being hopelessly so. Most people outgrow this period in time where they fantasize a lot and dream and daydream and build castles in the air, but I have yet to show any signs of starting to outgrow it. It's kind of weird to hear it from me, but hey, I'm your average everyday Wallflower on the outside aren't I? I'm the girl who sits at the back of the class and daydreams, spacing out and concentrating on everything except what the lesson is about. My teachers don't like that one single bit, but I'm passing quite well for all my inattentiveness and I'm not some kind of a delinquent. I don't cause trouble, I get good grades, I pass and I've a clean record: I should be allowed to just daydream a little bit! Why can't them teachers learn to relax...?

I'm a sensitive person, literally and figuratively. I had a strange quirk in my DNA that made me extra... uh, sensitive. Every colour seems more vibrant, every sound seems a little louder and everything is basically amplified by that tad bit. It sometimes gets me twitchy and irritated because I cango into sensory overload and get drowned in all the noise and information flooding in from my surroundings. I outgrew screaming since young, but I'm still sensitive to everything, more so than normal people. Usually, I try to keep to quiet places so that I needn't endure noise, but I still need to socialize around, so I bite on my tongue and valiantly brave my way through the ruckus.

I'm not sure if I have a temper. If I do have one, it would be really controlled and restrained I think. Nothing phases me too much, apart from sensory overload but it isn't all that common, and I have been said to have a patience of a saint quite literally. I don't know, I just tend to act like some kind of shock absorber: I just let the impact travel through me. I think I'm kind of a sensitive person, and I get hurt easily too. The flaw in me is that I have a very very brittle ego so to speak, and I'm too weak-willed and not self confident enough to properly brush away the comments. I envy the people who can shake off criticism thrown at them so easily, because I myself have no such ability. I take things too personally and I let things hurt me too easily. Sad.

√---- Rain, libraries, vacant spaces, the galaxy, languages, fireplaces, window seats, big glass walls, oil paintings, artists, enthusiasts, optimists, tactful people, fiction, romance, astronomy, strawberries and cream, chocolate, teddy bears, siamese cats, museums, art galleries, peppermints and chunky mugs

√---- Heat waves, noise, confinement, geography, history, arrogance, boredom, plums, blueberries, detective novels, people who don't appreciate art, abstract people, spicy food, wine glasses, beer, fake blooms, almonds, television, reality shows, extraterrestrial buffs, clowns, "realistic and logical" people and Persian cats

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There is a theory which states this:
_________________________If ever anybody discovers exactly
_____________________________________what the Universe is or why it is here,
_________________________________________________it will instantly disappear and be replaced,
__________________________________________________________________by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

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{ Depressed && Confused }

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[ I was dubbed ]
[ Reisa Ksenia Cerium Verdict ]

[ But they call me ]
[ Reisa, Rei or Ksenia ]

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There is a theory which states this:
If ever anybody discovers exactly
what the Universe is or why it is here,
it will instantly disappear and be replaced,
by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

[ And I use the little ]
[ Powder room: No boys allowed ]

[ I kiss the ]
[ Prince Charmings ]

[ I came of age on ]
[ July the 18th ]

[ I love to blow out the candles ]
[ S-e-v-e-n-t-e-e-n ]

[ Why I'm so messed up ]
Unlike what you probably think, I was born in good old Saint Petersburg of Russia, not Toronto despite how well I know the area around here. Please don't ask me how Russian is like, I don't remember anything about it anymore. See, my father wasn't of Russian descent: he was very much a Canadian, but for business matters, he was sent over to Russia. The rest of the story is old news; he met my mother, they fell in love, got married and had two children - both of which are girls. As you may have guessed, my father was the one who named me. Had my mother been given the chance, I'd have been named Ksenia which became one of my two middle names - just to appease my mother. Dad made my name dreadfully long: Reisa, Ksenia, Cerium and Verdict all cramped up in the birth certificate's name blank. Awesome.

The thing is, when my younger sister Reina came down with bronchitis, my father decided that he had had enough of Russia and it was time to return to dear Canada. Mum wasn't too happy with the choice; since her family were all in Russia and her children were only five and six years old respectively, but she agreed to the migration for the sake of little Reina. If you're wondering why, for your information, the average temperature range for Saint Petersburg is from the negative integers to around a meager 22°C in July, the warmest month of the year. I don't think the weather played that big a part in Reina's illness, which healed up after about... three months pronto; I think Dad was just sick of being so far from home and decided that it was time to return. Either way, here I am in Toronto.

But I guess Mum wasn't really happy about moving to Canada with Dad. Love him as she might, she saw it as though he was trying to cut her off from her family, all of whom lived in Russia. You see, Grandma and Grandpa were not wealthy enough to pay for long distance calls, and it was crazy to fly to Russia just so Mum could have a family gathering with them. This wedged Mum and Dad apart and their relationship became rocky. I don't understand how something so petty could affect either of them so much, but in the end, they got a divorce. The only thing we could take comfort in was that both of them loved us: they fought for custody sincerely because they wanted to keep both Reina and I. Sadly though, the judge chose to split Reina and I to my father and mother respectively. The downside to this, was that Mum had to stay in Canada so that us siblings could keep in contact. It didn't seem fair to have one sibling in Russia and the other in Canada. Mum mourns this fact, but she agreed to it anyway since she was - despite being outraged and disappointed - a reasonable person.

In case if you're wondering why I'm able to talk so freely about this... well, they are facts aren't they? I tend to accept facts for what they are if I cannot change them. That didn't mean I took to this abrupt split very well though. Really, I think I'm still suffering from withdrawal symptoms to this sudden change in life. I had loved my previous life, I'd loved having Reina as a constant companion at home, loved having Dad come home every evening and tell us about work. It's all the little things in life I had taken for granted that really hit me hard back then. I don't know what happened then, I only wanted to get out of this horrible new life I'd been thrown into so I took to the streets. I'd just walk and walk and walk until I got lost, before I'd flag down a cab to get home to my screaming mother. Mum only stayed mad at me for this for a while, then she got worried and sent me away to the doctor's whose only useful advice came in a small bottle of pills. Not very helpful, but I cart it around to please my mum. She doesn't feel so guilty if I do so I think, so yeah, I'm only trying to relieve her emotional load.

Then I met him, Zephariad Spencer Moon. My object of hate and... uh, I suppose I like him a little bit. I don't know, I'm confused I think like how I'm confused with everything right now with life spinning around me like a whorl. I hate him for finding out of my depression, finding my pills, telling the whole world and for being the regular retard he is, but yet I keep thinking of him in a way that is anything but filled with hatred. I hate myself for liking him so much, but... no I can't stop.

Since I've started the topic on what I like, allow me to replenish your list. I like a lot of things, and in list form they take up to around 24 items: Rain, libraries, vacant spaces, the galaxy, languages, fireplaces, window seats, big glass walls, oil paintings, artists, enthusiasts, optimists, tactful people, fiction, romance, astronomy, strawberries and cream, chocolate, teddy bears, Siamese cats, museums, art galleries, peppermints and chunky mugs. Not including the random everyday things that I have overlooked at that point. My list of dislikes is almost the same length, but I'm more serious about my dislikes and thus far only 23 have made it to my list. Curious? Let me fill you in: Heat waves, noise, confinement, geography, history, arrogance, boredom, plums, blueberries, detective novels, people who don't appreciate art, abstract people, spicy food, wine glasses, beer, fake blooms, almonds, television, reality shows, extraterrestrial buffs, clowns, "realistic and logical" people and Persian cats. Kinda' lengthy eh? Well, I suppose that's all I have to say for now... So, how about good bye for now?

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{ Riviea }

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Do the dεłusionαł dream of the ƒαnταsτic
When you thought you were c r a z y
Where the world could never be w i l d e r
Is life truly so d ε ł u s i o n α ł
Is life truly so ƒ α n τ α s τ i c
Do the ƒ α n τ α s τ i c dream of the d ε ł u s i o n α ł
A literate roleplay by Riviea, yours truly.

OOC || Profiles || IC

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[one xREDballoon]

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones come marching in...again
They need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole... defense

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

In time our soul untold
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

[one xREDballoon]

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones come marching in...again
They need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole... defense

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

In time our soul untold
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

[one xREDballoon]

×Yuina|Retsu|Shinjo

× s t a r t e r s

×Seventeen
×Whaddaya' mean I'm the Stubborn Feminist?!
×Stuck with the sarcastic flirt. He deserves no capitals.
×Female (and loving it.)
×Heterosexual (but they challenge her claim)

× p r i v a c y

×Story book - If there was a fairytale story any more twisted, it would recast Little Red Riding Hood into the light of pure utter bliss. Yuina may have a fairytale scene painted on her life's canvas, but it was of the same misfortune that had befell the beautiful heroines of the much loved lore that adorned the blank easel. The Prince, was no where in sight just yet. She was five when she first assessed the portrait life had painted thus far, but all she saw was disappointing. There were no glass slippers, no beautiful ball gowns or parties. Only darkness, and the wrong shades of colours: olives, blacks and greys. Five-year-old Yuina thought it looked like a forest of thorns.

Life had got that right at least.

Yuina spent her life growing up with a mother who did not particularly want her. It wasn't the woman's fault really, with a husband who took off after pilfering half her savings, but Yuina was never a particularly lovable child. Too intelligent for her own good, she spent much time getting into trouble that her exhausted mother had to pull her out off, in addition to keep them both fed and clothed properly. It was a tiresome life the mother led, and it was little wonder why Yuina was influenced the wrong way, with a mother too tired to properly take her into hand. Trouble-magnet Yuina often mixed around with the wrong bunch, got found out and pulled away from them a little too late and ended up a complete mess of personalities.

The scene was taking on colour, looking a little better than the mess of olives, black and grey, but it still looked nothing like the fairy tales she once loved. There were no mice-turned-horses, lizard-turned-footmen or pumpkin-turned-carriages: only a really dark bunch of messy swirls with a sinister looking night sky.

"Don't trust them! They'll cheat you!"
"Did you see that? See, he only wants you as a material possession."
"You're really stupid! They're only playing with your feelings."

Statements like these were common throughout Yuina's past years of life, with an embittered mother who spilled out her newfound hate to her daughter. Innocent Yuina was precocious, but not enough to question her mother's claims. It wasn't before long when men were cast in a bad light in her mind, the viewpoint twisted and misguided by her own mother's resentful outbursts. No mother would have purposefully done such damaging of perception to their child: Yuina's mother did not do this on purpose, she may never have even known about this. But the damage was done and visible or not, it would affect her from the time her perception was contaminated to this mistrustful, suspicious and violent mind. Hey mother would pay for the damage she did to her daughter, she would pay with her guilty conscience.

Fourteen-year-old Yuina never meant to stab that guy. She never meant to assault him with her sharp paper knife. It just happened that she was cutting the drawing paper into manageable A4 sizes when he came over and pulled her hair. She'd turned and ran right at him, she'd only meant to shove him and yell in his face, but she forgot she was holding a paper knife and it ended up embedded in his gut. The parents found out, and sued her for assaulting their precious son, and she was thus whisked off to court. The slightly unstable young mind was brought to public light, and then it was deemed best that she was separated from her rather unsuitable parent and sent to more deserving parents, a change Yuina had no say in but didn't complain about. Her mother, who usually couldn't care any less, put up a tussle when they took Yuina away, but Yuina had not even tried to fight her way. She was too astounded that her mother actually tried to keep her from being taken away to actually struggle, and so she was quietly taken away.

Even with a juvenile crime record for the accidental physical assault of her peers under her belt, it took her a relatively short time to get adopted out. And when she did, she was overjoyed to leave the boring and bland new life she had led for almost a year. She had then decided that she would be a good girl, and maybe her new family would love her enough to keep her forever. But things didn't work out that way, and when her parents were called up to the Principal's office because fifteen-year-old Yuina had been just dragged out of a fight with another boy almost twice her size, they decided that a loving family environment wasn't enough to cure her of her violent tendencies. And so, off to Happy Town she went for the next two years and here she is.
×Personally - Hear me clearly? Yes? Alright, let's get started. For most people, the first thing they should know is that I do have a temper, regardless of how much of a patient saint I look like. Anything you do can trigger the wrath of my temper, and any kind of pushing or shoving will only result in me shoving back twice as hard. I'm the kind of person with violent tendencies remember? So don't mess with me, please and thank you. In fact, I'm the kind of person who thinks that attack is the best defense, and I'll attack you if I think my own safety is being threatened. I'm a suspicious, mistrusting and violent girl, but I didn't ask for your opinion on me. Life hasn't been a bed of roses for me, and I've been taught and I've believed in the wrong things for a long time. That doesn't mean I've stopped; I haven't, but I'm trying and trying hard so give me some faith. I've been called a feminist, mostly due to my ranting about how ego they are and how I keep away from them and such like. People assume it's because I'm too proud, and see them as beneath me but that's not how it is really. I spent fourteen years with a biological mother who sowed seeds in my young mind telling me how males were evil and were just after me for... physical reasons or were just seeking some fun in hurting my feelings. Frankly I'm just scared, but I cover it up with a really big hatred and act really cool about it when I'm actually shaking about it. I have a faith problem, and just can't seem to trust anyone. Mostly because I don't have anyone to trust, except Haruko, the "younger sister" I have in my new family. Twelve years old and adorable, the only reason I'm trying so hard to be good and obedient here is so that I could hurry up and get back home to spend some time with my new sibling. I'm a determined person when I have a set target, but this project is something I've spent two years at but to no avail. Ha... I can't keep my nose clean apparently.
There, Yuina in a nutshell.

× o t h e r d e t a i l

×Likes - Rain, libraries, vacant spaces, the galaxy, languages, fireplaces, window seats, big glass walls, coloured glass, oil paintings, artists, enthusiasts, optimists, tactful people, fiction, romance, astronomy, strawberries and cream, chocolate, teddy bears, siamese cats, museums, art galleries, peppermints, ceremic maneki neko and chunky mugs
×Dislikes - Heat waves, noise, confinement, geography, history, arrogance, chauvinism, boredom, plums, blueberries, detective novels, people who don't appreciate art, abstract people, spicy food, wine glasses, beer, fake blooms, almonds, television, reality shows, extraterrestrial buffs, clowns, "realistic and logical" people and Persian cats
×Crush - He's cute, he's cute, he's cute-No! I don't like the Sarcastic Flirt! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!

× E n d

×Rainbow - Dark Goldenrod
×Puppeteer - Riviea

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The Distraction

The Basics
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• They Call Me First Middle Last
  
• But I'm Also Known As Nickname
  
• My Genitals Scream Gender
  
• Count the Candles Age
  
• Happy Birthday to Me The balanced day of 27 September

Physical
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• Take a Closer Look Links, If Any
  
• Standing At Height ( Feet&Inches)
  
• My Scale Says Weight ( lbs )
  
• On My Head Hair Colour
  
• Seeing You With Eye Colour
  
• Go Right Through Me Piercings, If Any
  
• Forever On My Skin Tattoos, If Any
  
• Fashion Statement Clothing Style

Deep Inside
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• Give Me More
  
  Like 1
  Like 2
  Like 3
  Like 4
  Like 5
  And anymore

• Ew, No More
  
  Dislike 1
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  Dislike 3
  Dislike 4
  Dislike 5
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• Ah! Get It Away!
  
  Fear 1
  Fear 2
  Fear 3
  And Anymore

• Bad Habits
  
  Habit 1
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• I Don't Feel So Well
  
  Allergy/Condition 1
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  Allergy/Condition 3
  And anymore

Emotional Roller Coaster
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Personality Trait 1


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Personality Trait 2


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Personality Trait 3


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Personality Trait 4


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Personality Trait 5


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Blast from the Past
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Here's where the biography goes. Make sure that it sticks with what is put in the paragraph in the characters post, and isn't something entirely different. Other things can be added, if still in character. I'd like at least three or four paragraphs for this, preferrably in first person.

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