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[toniie maccaroniie-x]

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>>"Hm? yes. paper planes are my specialty~"

Fall mornings, the grass was coated with a thin sheet of frost. The birds chirped as the wind blew past. Inside a room, there was a girl. Her pink locks dangling gently from the side of the bed. Her face implanted into the large feather pillow that lay at the top of the bed. The sun began to arise through the window and filter through the blinds as it made it's way into the semi-darkened room. It seemed as though everything was quiet and peaceful in her room.

BEEP BEEEEP BEEP BEEEEP BEEP BEEEE----

A small and fragile hand came shooting out from under the large feathered blanket and gently pushed a large red button on the alarm clock. It was morning already, and it seemed as if she had just fallen asleep not 3 minutes ago. Yawning under the large blanket, both hands came shooting out and landed gracefully on the top. Her facial features now exposed to any kinda of light. Gentle locks of pink were sprawled across her face. Her sleepy half closed icy blue eyes stared at the ceiling above. Inhaling deeply, Hatsu slowly then let it out. Yes, Hatsu Yamato. A small and fragile eighteen year old girl. Standing at about 5'2" she wasn't very tall. Like a dwarf some would say. She got her blue eyes from her mother, along with the necklace that lay all tangled up around her neck. Sitting up rather sleepily in the large queen bed. Hatsu closed her eyes for yet another moment of sleep. Opening her eyes slightly once more. The girl had that thinking face on. She had a dream last night that she kept awaking to.

It seemed as if this dream was trying to tell her something. But she couldn't quite figure it out. Before the girl could finish her thoughts, she began to have a panic attack. Whining only slightly, her body began to shake, her head was getting heavier with every waking moment. This was really causing Hatsu to have a hard time with her breathing. Forcing her body backwards, she landed on her pillow and closed her eyes for a prayed. Her hands were brought up to her face in the vertical position as she whispered her prayer silently. When her panic attack had finally decided to leave. Hatsu was sweating and breathing heavily in her bed.

She then quickly slung her feet over the edge, and placed her small feet gently upon the freezing floor below. A small chill went down her spine as she stood up. "Yikes, this floor is freezing.." Her words came out softly to herself. Hurrying across the hardwood floor, the girl went for her slippers and quickly placed the on her feet. They took to the warmth rather quickly.

Letting out a small sigh, the girl knew she had to get dressed and head out. She slowly dragged her sleepy body towards the closet and opened the door letting it creek as it did. That really needed to get fixed. Or oiled, or something. As Hatsu's icy blue eyes scanned over the clothes that were hung upon hangers and placed into colour order. Her small hand reached out and grabbed a white shirt with ruffles on the front top area of the shirt and threw it onto her bed. Turning back towards the closet, her eyes scanned once more. To merely grab a pair of dark blue jeans. Finally having her clothes for the day. Hatsu made her way back towards her bed and began to slip gently and quietly into her clothes.

Sitting on her bed after getting her clothes settled on her body, Hatsu reached into her night stand and pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pen. She then rose from the bed, and went to her flat top desk and wrote down a feeling that she was thinking about. 'I swear to become more..' Placing the pen gently atop the desk she folded the paper into an airplane.

Gently moving her body towards the window, she unlocked the latch and rolled the window open to merely send the paper plane out the window itself. A small smile placed her lips as she leaned against the window ledge to watch her thought leave. Becoming more was what she truly wanted. Becoming stronger and being stronger for both her, and Steven. And before she knew it. The plane was out of her sight.

[toniie maccaroniie-x]

Hello, my name is : Seiko Angela Hemelia
I was born on : October 31st, so that makes me : Eighteen.
Last time I checked I was a : Female.
Graduation is close, right? : Grade Twelve.

Beware! I'm a : Imortal.
The sky is so far away, I'm only : Five feet on the dot.
How rude! But, if you must know, I'm : 115 lbs.
100% Natural, of course! : Having long, bum length, unusual pink hair. I have some extremely eye catching emerald green eyes. I'm about the size of a dwarf, well. Not really. I'm actually 5'0" right on the dot. That's not to short right ? I may be short, but I sure can take whatever comes at me pretty hard.
I align with, : Good.
You should really get to know me, I'm: Well, incase you didn't catch anything from my life story down there. I'm a very tomboy-ish.. er. Kinda girl. I'm extremely laid back, and will help out even the smallest creature. Yeah, so I have a rough exterior. But, to be honest. I can't even hit a poor fly with a wooden spoon without feeling extremely bad. What can that really say about a person eh ? Well, I'm rather friendly and there is this new side coming out from under my shell. I'm getting somewhat shy. Actually, starting at a new school would really do that for me I guess. New guys, new girls, and just new faces in general. So, how about you just talk to me and get to know the real me. Instead of judging me by my exterior? How about it.
That looks Tastey! :
• Mud
• Dancing
• Moonlite nights
• Singing
• Soccer
• Friends
• Sweets
• Apples
• Fashion
• Breezy days
Aiiieeyaaa!! :
x- Being alone forever
x- Losing a loved one
x- Big, hairy spiders
x- Blueberries
x- Breaking something
x- Large 18-wheelers

Look what I can do! : {Special Power. -One only-}
What brings me here? : To start off, my parents were married for five years before they had me, making me the third child and only girl. My brothers Damien and Lucifer are twins, about three years old when I was born, making them about 20 going on, 20. My parents were hard working people, spending their time trying to give us the best life they could provide, and they did. We moved into this really nice neighborhood when I was six, and I remember spending almost all my time outside with my brothers. Our backyard was so big; well, it was bigger than our pitiful ten by ten yard at our old home, and we would go outside to play soccer and baseball until it got dark. The inside of the house was gorgeous too, with four bedrooms and three bathrooms, with hardwood floors and granite tiles in the bathroom and kitchen. Mom cooked almost everynight, and dad would sit in the den and watch T.V until it was time to go to bed, either that or just spend time with mom.

And of course, like all single girls in the family I was showered with frilly presents and clothing. I literally had shelves of dolls and teddy bears, and everyday I was forced to wear these frilly dresses with the lace, ranging from blue to yellow, and pink to brown. My parents thought I liked them; think again. I mean, I didn't tell them that I hated the dresses and shoes, but every chance I got I would wear the same tattered jeans and shoes, especially when it came to playing with my brothers. They seemed like the only ones who really understood my true feelings of the presents, but like me they vowed not to tell mom or dad about it. But eventually they did find out about three years later when I was nine, and that's when all of the presents stopped coming. I'm fine with it now, but back then I felt as if they were disappointed in me, that they weren't happy the way their only daughter turned into.

School for me is easy. I don't really get picked on, and when it did happen I made sure that the person didn't bother me again. You better believe that my method works, and no one picked on me after that. For lunch, I sit with the guys and we talk about... stuff, sports and such as we eat. A few girls sit with us too, soon ending up to be one of the dear friends I still have today. Afterschool we always end up playing either football or soccer, maybe even kickball when its was raining. My brothers played too, and we would come home with grass and mud stains all over our clothes. My parents became use to it overtime, an everyday occurence along with bruises, scrapes, cuts, and twisted ankles. Ah, good times!

I go to highschool with the same group of kids I hung out with in elementary, and we always hang out together. It is really fun, despite the drama queens and boyfriend problems popping up everywhere. Fights were something we looked forward too, and we are always the first kids to see it; mainly in the inside of the fight ring. I know, I know, I should've stopped it, but there isn't much entertainment in the school. Drama is nice and all (yeah right), but where's the violence? There has to be violence; it's highschool. Well, the principal decided to add a new policy after one particular fight, saying that any spectators were getting detention or suspension... Stupid Principal.

I am still enjoying my final year in highschool, and will be enjoying it away from my family and really close friends. I'm going to a new school now, it's called Illidain Academy. Ever heard of it ?Well, I can't wait to start my first day, and I really can't wait for the most exciting part. The masquerade ball or whatever they call it here. With that one special person. Hey, just because I'm mostly a tomboy. Doesn't me I don't dream about guys too. They are always going to be apart of my life. And only because, my brothers have shown me how much fun they really can be. Most guys aren't jerks, they just act that way to try and get a girl. It's kinda silly actually. Well, I guess that is it for now. And as for my parents, well. Haha, they are starting to give me frilly things again. How silly can they get, eh ?

Alright, that my story. Or lets say, the story I like to stick with when meeting these people. I am wishing to spend my life with someone. And thus, will be trying to find a male at this new academy. I hope I find the one I'm looking for.
That voice in my head is : toniie maccaroniie-x.

[toniie maccaroniie-x]

I want your lovin'
and I want your revenge.

{__ℓucien Oℓiver Ϧantter__}
also known as; Luc, Olly, Ϧant, R a - R a

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INFORMATION
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I count this many candles; for fate, s i x teen.
Happy birthday to me; October Thirty-first.
I was born this way; Immortal.
I can reach the stars; five ' three "
It`s always rude to ask; One-twenty lbs.
Watching the world; o n y x x
It`s natural of course; snowflake w h i t e
Top, middle, bottom; `ukee
They are special; secret.

My room is here; East Wing, Dorm numero un.
Memorize this;
____Period 1: Geometry.
____Period 2: Student a**istance
____Period 3: Photography.
____Period 4: C h e m i s t r y
____Period 5: dark m a g i c
____Period 6: W o r l d History
____Period 7: Japanese.

____Extra: Japanese club.

Gimme more of;
● Rice cakes
● Rice balls
● Candy
● Juice
● Apples
● Chocolate milk
● Music
● Writing
● Poetry
● Blankets
● Warmth
But keep these away;
✖ Needles
✖ Doctors
✖ Loud noises
✖ Creasing paper
✖ Blood
✖ Dark places.
✖ Being alone.
✖ Scary movies.
✖ Green veggies.
Don`t EVEN mention;
• Hornets, Bees, Wasps etc.
• Drowning
• His father
• Chocolate (allergic)
• Blueberries

The book of me says; Lucien is a young man whom at his core is a very calm individual, he does his best to keep within him any emotions which may bring to him unwanted conflict or attention. It is not due to the fact that he is unable to be expressive like most young men his age, but the fact that he prefers to maintain an aura of composure, showing his emotions more through his words than through his facial expressions or actions. Even in times when he is being made fun of or being bothered by his peers Luc does all within his power to suppress any emotions that would make him more excitable. Over time he has found that the best way to keep his spirit under control, that remaining as calm as he can manage during any given situation is in his best interest. This has imposed upon him assumptions that he is a cold and distant person, and while it bothers him that such a label has been placed upon him, he knows that in the end it is best that he remains that way.

Lucien is a kind hearted being, ever since he was a young child he did his best to treat those whom he came in contact with with a certain degree of respect and appreciation. This portion of his nature has lent to his desire to give of himself to others, to those whom he finds may be in need of assistance, or those whom he has become familiar with over time. He is often faster to forgive those who have mistreated him than to hold a grudge against them, but at the same time it has made him cautious of those whom he is not familiar with. Choosing to be guarded until certainty of anothers nature can be evaluated to his liking. And while at times it makes him seem to be a difficult one to approach, those who have spent the time to understand him and gain his trust have found his friendship to be most valuable since loyalty to his friends holds within it a strength which has seen him through even the most trying of times. It is this loyalty which he holds to the same standard as those he has placed his trust in, those who betray him often have a hard time regaining his trust, despite his naturally forgiving nature.

He is a very intelligent and disciplined young man, finding that the ability to analyze situations to be one of his strong points as well as his tendency to remain committed to a promise or an activity once he has set his mind to it. This has allowed him a level of patience that some have considered to be beyond his years. However at times it has caused him to over think situations, and perhaps draw upon conclusions which may not have before existed, or intentions which may not have existed within a given situation. Though on a more positive note, it has given him the peace of mind to feel the intentions of those around him through their patterns of speech or their body language even with a simple glance. It is an analytical empathy that has served him well over time. It has made him dependable, and at times unwilling to accept failure if it was within his ability to produce a more favorable outcome.
The thing called my life; Growing up was rather typical for this young boy. Regular parents, annoying older brothers, and a younger sister. Well, way younger sister. Lucien has always been interested in Science and agreed to become and subject for the town scientists to perform their.. 'experiments'. He was so involved, sneaking out in the middle of the night was a regular for him. His parents caught him for the first time, and he just couldn't reveal why he was leaving. That one night, was pretty much the last night that he went out. That look upon his sisters face was it. Him and his sister were rather close. After that night. He would regularly tell his parents he was going to a friends house. What a lie he was bringing up. The lab was like his second home, they were so nice to him.

After a few years of being an experiment. He then became an experiment gone wrong.

His skin changed colour from day to day. Eyes went to a deep onyx from a vibrant blue. His hair turned snowflake white. It wasn't something that he had ever wanted his life to end up like. He was now an immortal. His parents, and siblings. Mostly his younger sister, didn't know who he was. Didn't let him in the house, or even around their family. He was alone. Utterly alone.

But, he then got into ( sʜ ) academy, sometime where he hoped that he could become a regular human being again.

My favorite crayon; slateblue.
DJ, play that music louder; Lost - Red
Oh yeah, I forgot; Though Lucien is allergic to chocolate, he still has a piece now and then.

Special thanks to; ( toniie maccaroniie-x )