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[Infected Innocence]

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oh come all ye faithful
вeneath the moon

вeneath the moon

ιnto the void as one
мarching on

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[Infected Innocence]

Gaia Screenname: Contaminated Angel
Name: Roxas
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Age: Sixteen
Location: Twilight Town
Side: Neutral, for the time being
Personality: Roxas is... A bit of a confusing individual at times.

Unlike other Nobodies, he seems to possess actual emotions; he's not very impulsive, preferring to think his actions through before charging into things, but he's quick to anger. He's short-tempered, aggressive, and stands his ground, and when blinded with anger he lets go of all reason, focusing solely on venting that rage. He's a very independant boy who won't sit back to just let things happen or to wait things out, especially when it comes to aspects of himself that he doesn't understand. Likewise he will also rebel against what he's told his is predetermined 'place' in life. He has little patience for those that try to bend his will or confuse him.

But, while he may be a bit of a firecracker, he can be surprisingly melancholy and stoic, solemn and distracted, at times; that side of him is more easily seen when he's lost or confused about something. He's got a devil-may-care reckless attitude here and there, and can be rightfully selfish at points, but he's still an understanding person, as seen when he willingly returned to his Somebody, Sora, when he had to. Like Sora, he deeply cares for the friends that he has, and in good company is shown to be more happy, cheerful, kind, relaxed, and carefree, even laughing some. Nonetheless, he hates being treated like a child, being mature for his age. ...Most of the time anyways.

Roxas can be a bit cocky and confident, as well as a touch arrogant, mostly when it comes to his fighting skills, and he isn't afraid to speak his mind, regardless of how harsh his words may sound. He longs more for the life of a normal kid, doing normal things, with normal friends, and occasionally may express that he'd rather never have had anything to do with the Keyblade.
Powers/Items: Roxas wields dual Keyblades, Oathkeeper and Oblivion, and controls Light in battle. He is also able to summon Samurai Nobodies.
Bio: When Sora stabbed himself with the Keyblade to free Kairi's heart, Roxas was born; but since Sora was a Heartless for such a short time, Roxas was missing his memories at first, the memories of his Somebody, and was thus incomplete. From the get-go his ability to control the Keyblade, as well as to experience normal emotions, made him unusual among the other Nobodies. He was 'born' in Twilight Town, and was soon after discovered by Xemnas, who gave him his name. He joined Organization XIII, a group consisting of Nobodies, as he had nowhere else to go, and was hoping it would help him find his memories. By his fifth day he was placed under the care of number VIII, a man named Axel, and the two became best friends before long. When Axel was sent to Castle Oblivion, Roxas was put in charge of a new Nobody named Xion, who was roughly his age. Once she started opening up, and revealed to him that she could also wield a Keyblade, the two became close friends after Roxas fell into a coma for several weeks; the coma was linked to Sora being put into a state of slumber by Namine.

Life from then on became more and more difficult as Sora's memories started to be restored, and Roxas began reacting to them, doubting the Organization's motives and wondering why he could control the Keyblade. He was sent on missions to various other worlds, which awakened bits and pieces of his Somebodies memories in him, and after spending more time with the Organization he begins to become frustrated with his lack of answers to his questions. When Xion left the Organization, Roxas decided to follow her lead and defected as well, despite Axel's attempts to convince him to remain. He insisted that 'no one would miss him' and departed, leaving behind one of his best friends. After a number of events afterwards, including reuniting with Xion and her later death in his arms, as well as encountering and fighting Riku in The World that Never Was, he was placed in a virtual recreation of Twilight Town. Memories blocked away, he lived the life of a normal boy, like he had wished for before. He slowly began to forget about Xion, and the memories that he had of her and Axel began to change as she waas erased from them.

In that virtual Twilight Town, he became best friends with the three kids he once saw from afar, Hayner, Pence, and Olette. But as Namine starts to complete her task of restoring Sora's memories, he starts having flashes of Sora's memories in his dreams; not to mention odd events occurring around town. Nobodies began appearing, sent by the Organization, which had finally found him, to try and capture him. He eventually even came into contact with Namine herself several times, noting that she seemed to know things about him that Roxas himself didn't. His contact with her connected his heart to Kairi's, a girl that he finally remembered as being a friend of Sora's. After meetings with a number of mysterious figures, among them Riku and DiZ, Axel finally appears to him, under orders to bring him back to the Organization. DiZ's timely interruption saved Roxas from defeat, and for some time afterwards he sees odd anomalies in the virtual town; time freezes, and only he and select other people are unaffected, unexplained 'glitches'...

When summer vacation comes to a close, Namine finally reveals to Roxas that he's a Nobody, and is supposed to meet with the boy in red from his dreams, his Somebody Sora. Roxas also discovers that he's living in a virtual Twilight Town, that his friends aren't real, and are just data. He again encounters Axel again, who tells him that he's ordered to eliminate him if he doesn't return. DiZ, however, appears again and somehow manages to freeze Axel, telling Roxas to go to the mansion outside of town. When Roxas does so, he again meets with Namine.

She explained to him that meeting with Sora would make him whole, not make him disappear, and before being taken away by DiZ she promised that they would meet again. Wanting to meet Sora, Roxas made his way through the mansion, beginning to recall his former life. It was in doing so that he realized that he'd been captured and placed in that world by DiZ and the mysterious cloaked man from before. Roxas, despite it being a digital copy, proceeds to destroy DiZ's computer. Again he meets with Axel, one last time, but even though he regained his memories Axel insisted that it was too late. They battled for the second time since meeting earlier on, and Roxas managed to summon his two Keyblades, and regretfully defeats his old friend. When he finally meets with Sora, he regretfully accepts his fate and reunites with his original self.

With the creation and use of the Bio-Gate, he was forcefully pulled through the gate - and from Sora. Reawakening in the familiar streets of Twilight Town, with no idea what happened or how he got there, he starts on a journey to find his original self once more; though he'll encounter many others on his way...
Crush: Unknown; possibly Axel or Namine...

►Twilight Town - Twilight Town is a quiet city in endless sunset. It is divided into several distinct districts, commonly known as Market Street, Sunset Terrace, and Yen Sid's Tower. The sun is always in the same position in the sky, like the name implies, and it is infested with Nobodies. (Kingdom Hearts II)

[Infected Innocence]

x α scαттεяε∂ мεмσяy ℓιкε α ƒαя-域 ∂яεαм.

α ƒαя-域 ∂яεαм ℓιкε α scαттεяε∂ мεмσяy. x

xxx ι ωαит тσ ℓιиε тнε ριεcεs uρ, x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x yσuяs αи∂ мιиε. xxx

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◆ Location:xi Inserthere
◆ Thoughts:xi Inserthere


【 i Ｎｏ ｏｎｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｍｉｓｓ ｍｅ． i 】

[Infected Innocence]

Gaia Username: Contaminated Angel
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Character Name: Arita Veskel
Character Race: Drell
Written Description of Appearance: By all means she's fairly short, standing at a mere five feet three inches and weighing in at a slim 126 lbs. Her eyes are black with reddish irises, and her scale coloring is a warm shade of yellow, with red-brown patterns going along it. There is a darker tint running in a line along her bottom eyelid, and her lips are naturally a pale pink shade.
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Backstory: Born to a single mother on Kahje, Arita never knew her father. He'd been an assassin trained under the Compact in his time, and after completing his final hit he was taken down by an unknown man sent after him.
Been on the Amazon since: She was found and recruited when the ship stopped at Illium, there on a brief mission for the Shadow Broker, and once that was completed she joined the Amazon. She's been there for about a year now.
Habits: She drums her fingers against an available surface, whether it be a table or just her thigh, when she's irritated or impatient. She's a little awkward and perhaps even cold around new people, but with friends she's more talkative and outgoing.

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Character Class: Engineer
Character Powers:
- AI Hacking
- Cryo Blast
- Incinerate
- Overload
- First Aid
Character Weapons: M-5 Phalanx Heavy Pistol.
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Character Rank: Technical Engineer of the SSV Amazon
Character’s Other Traits: She's a bit stubborn and hard-headed, a little sarcastic at times, but a good, kind and loyal woman regardless. While she may be a tech, she does have some hand-to-hand combat skills she taught herself.

[Infected Innocence]

•My Name is Addison Markus St.James.
•I'm not that old at Seventeen.
•The doctor says I am a Male.
•Don't Judge the fact that I am a Homosexual.
•I am the Blaine's Boyfriend.
•My look alike Aoi-chan on ModelMayhem.
•I am just their puppet Contaminated Angel.

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A D D I S O N markus S T. J A M E S
" If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same "

The Name of Which My Parents Gave Me

Addison Markus St.James

I Play this Role well

Blaine's Ever-Loving Boyfriend

The Number of Candles on the Cake

Seventeen

You Wanna Check and Make Sure?

Male

Don't Judge Me

Homosexual

It's Who I Am Inside

By all means Addison is a naturally cheerful, outgoing, upbeat kind of guy. He can strike up a conversation (or try to, at least) with just about anyone, and he'll always be the one that'll try to pick up somebody he knows that's feeling down. He may not be very loud, but he can get rather talkative. Especially when it comes to his boyfriend Blaine; he's become an expert at interpreting his expressions and actions, since he doesn't talk at all, and carries on a conversation by himself, going off of the little cues that Blaine gives. Speaking of his boyfriend, Addy's very affectionate with him, and can get quite protective of him if anybody does anything to bother or hurt him. He's playful and lightly teasing, especially with his boyfriend and close friends.

And yet, his constant cheeriness is really a well-constructed mask to hide the hurt and pain inside. He only expresses his negative feelings when he's completely alone, and rarely expresses anger unless intensely provoked. He's a master at evading certain topics, especially when someone tries to ask about his home life, and is even an exceptional liar if he feels like he needs to lie about something. He keeps all of his troubles inside, never talking about them to anyone, and while he knows that's unhealthy he feels he has no other choice. He tends to spend a lot of time with Blaine and his family rather than his own, as he greatly prefers them to his own family, but would never admit to that if asked.

Shaping My Life

Born to a happy newlywed couple, Addison came along seven years before his little sister, Marie. They were, by all means, a happy, ordinary family. They ate dinner together, spent a lot of time together, they all got along... As far as the kids knew anyways. But behind the scenes, what they didn't know that their father was a bitter, abusive man due to issues he had relating to his own father, when he was a child himself. By the time Addison was about twelve his rage started venting out to the rest of the family, not just their mother, who he had spent the last five years screaming at and occasionally beating. She was, as a result, horribly depressed, and was admitted to the psychiatric ward of the local hospital and put under suicide watch after her son came home from school one day to find her trying to drown herself in the tub.

From that day on things started spiraling rapidly downwards. Addison spent the nights his mother was gone locked away in his room with his little sister, rocking her to try and stop her crying while their father yelled and banged on the door from the hall. As if it wasn't hard enough, it was around the same time that he started learning more about himself; specifically, that he had an... Interest, in his own gender. He kept it hidden from his family until he was fourteen. His mother had returned home a year earlier, and had since thrown herself into her work and into taking care of her baby girl. And aside from their father's temper, everything was as normal as it would get until the day the man walked in on his son and his boyfriend at the time, a boy named Anthony, making out in his bedroom. To add to the list of negative qualities his father had, Addison learned that his dad was also extremely homophobic; and from then on he was on the receiving end of his fathers beatings.

Anthony broke up with him the very next day after seeing Addy's father go into such a rage, and thus, the boy was left to hide the bruises and fake a smile all on his own at school. His mother never bothered to step in to stop it, too afraid for her own and Marie's safety, and his father made it a regular habit to beat his son until he was hardly conscious. He learned quickly how to hide the bruises and the cuts, became adept at making up excuses to tell the doctors why his ribs were fractured, or his arm was broken... And so life went on, absolutely miserable for him for the longest time. He started cutting at fifteen and that lasted about a year and a half, he began drinking at sixteen... He honestly didn't give himself much of a life expectancy, falling downwards into an awful depression, wanting nothing more than to escape it all.

And then he met a boy named Blaine when they were partnered together for a school project. Mute, but... Sweet. There was something about him that drew Addison in.

So he cleaned up his act, spending more and more time with the silent boy from school. He drank less until he rarely drank at all, save for a little at parties and whatnot, and he honestly found himself feeling happier. Sure, the kid never said anything back to him, but it was great to have somebody that he actually enjoyed spending time with. It wasn't long before they started going out, and he began spending more and more time away from home, away from his abusive father, away from the hell that his life had become, and spending more time with Blaine and his family. The beatings didn't stop, and he became extra-careful not to let his boyfriend or his family see his injuries, but he began feeling more like his usual self. And even though he still hid behind the facade that he'd first put up years ago, things were slowly starting to pick up for him.

Pay No Attention to the Man Behind that Curtain!

Contaminated Angel

[Infected Innocence]

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тσ бε тнε ℓαsт σиε sтαи∂ιиg

αи∂ тεαcн мε ωяσиg ƒяσм яιgнт x x x x
αи∂ ι'ℓℓ sнσw yσu ωнαт ι cαи бe

sαy ιт ƒσя мε, sαy ιт тσ мε x x x
x x x x x x αи∂ ι'ℓℓ ℓεαvε тнιs ℓιƒε бεнιи∂ мε

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【 -- Ｓａｙ ｉｔ ｉｆ ｉｔ＇ｓ ｗｏｒｔｈ ｓａｖｉｎｇ ｍｅ -- 】

[Infected Innocence]

Username: Contaminated Angel
Character Name: Zakarn Veskel
Race: Drell
Age: 30
Class: Sentinel
Appearance: Zakarn stands at a fairly tall eight of 6'4", with the typical black sclera of his people, with almost equally dark irises, though they're a shade darker. His scales are fairly colorful, starting with a golden hue on his face with a darker gold on his jawline and chin, shifting to a dull green that fades to a muddy gray-ish green-brown further back on his head. The folds of skin along his throat are a dark shade of gray as well. He's got dense, wiry muscle, and despite looking rather lean he's quite strong.
Background: Zakarn was born and raised the only child of his two caring parents on Kahje, his mother a former mercenary, his father a locally renowned artist. His childhood was fairly quiet, aside from the occasional bit of combat training at the hands of his skilled mother; until he was sixteen, and was offered to serve with a number of other drell his age for the hanar under the Compact. His family was honored to accept, even if his peaceful father was a little worried about it. So he was taken in for training, learning combative techniques, both physical and biotic, at the hands of experienced older drell that were also involved with the Compact. As he grew older, they began sending him out on assassination contracts whenever they felt threatened by a certain person or organization, but after a time, to support himself Zakarn began taking independent contracts.

He was on the Citadel to kill a major drug dealer when Saren and his ship Sovereign attacked the Citadel. While his role in such a battle was only minor, he was part of a force helping to evacuate citizens and members of the hanar embassy. Afterwards, he remained on the Citadel to help rebuild and restore the damaged areas. A year and a half later he left once more, going 'rogue' as far as the hanar could tell; money was scarce, and he took it where he could, whether that was accepting more hits or joining mercenary gangs. He was last seen on Omega, where he'd been taken onto the payroll of the Blue Sun mercenaries for the time being.
Personality: While serious when it comes to his work, Zakarn is otherwise a relatively cheerful, as well as soft spoken, kind of guy. He's always willing to lend a hand to those that need it, without pay for those good of heart or causes that he feels drawn to. His training has made him quiet and hard to keep track of, able to slip away at the drop of a hat, or appear where least expected. He's a bit joking and teasing, though he never intends to be hurtful with it, and he is exceptionally loyal to those that earn it. He can be a little sarcastic at times as well, and is fairly intelligent. Though really, all of that's more of a mask to keep people back. He's good at his job, and thus expects that he'll have to vanish out of sight and mind quite often to keep himself hidden, so he doesn't need any ties to be used against him. To his enemies, if he bothers to say anything to them before he inevitably ends their lives, he's generally a little cold and can be somewhat mocking.

As a child, he was very open and friendly, not to mention honest. Nowadays, he'll tell a lie if he feels necessary, and doesn't let people in nearly as easily as he once did. He's wary about doing so, though anybody that bothers to make the effort ends up with an exceptional friend and ally, who can get fairly protective of those that he loves. His temper, which can usually be difficult to rouse, can be vicious when provoked, especially if one messes with those he cares for. It's more difficult to find a genuinely affectionate side of him, and while he's had a couple of relationships before, neither lasted very long, and he can be a little awkward when it comes to... A variety of certain things, really. He thinks situations through before acting, and thus when in a not-so-severe situation he may over-think things. Or zone out entirely into his thoughts, or maybe even old memories.
Relationships?: None, as of the current moment. His parents died when visiting the Citadel when it was attacked, and he doesn't exactly have any close friends. He is, however, an acquaintance of Thane Krios from a long while ago, back on Kahje.
Text Color: Dark Sea Green

[Infected Innocence]

Ｚａｋａｒｎ x Ｖｅｓｋｅｌ

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[Infected Innocence]

↘ Uchiha, Kousukexxxxxxxxxx √
Strings pulled by: Contaminated Angelxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxt h exxxB A S I C S

• On my birth certificate, the words Uchiha, Kousuke are written.
  
• Most people, however, call me, Kou.
  
• I'm male, if that much wasn't already obvious.
  
• At my latest birthday party, I blew out eighteen candles
  
• I've been told that I'm quiet; very, very quiet. As far as most people are concerned I could be considered mute with how little I actually say out loud. It doesn't mean that I can't, however; I just haven't since I was a child. Aside from that, I'm also very... Well, some would say 'stubborn' or 'hard-headed,' but I prefer determined. When I set my mind on a goal, nothing short of death will keep me from it, come hell or high water. I'm generally a little distant and unfriendly; cold, really, to put it another way, for reasons I'd rather not disclose, and I also work more efficiently on my own rather than in a group, what with my silence and all. I don't open up easily, and I take care to keep from forming any attachments; such relationships are weaknesses and, as my father eventually found out, may cause more issues than they're worth in the end. My temper is admittedly quite vicious when provoked, and I'll confess that once wronged I can have a... Bit of a bitter streak. My trust is next to impossible to gain back once lost, and rather difficult to earn in the first place. But when it comes to those that have earned it I'm intensely loyal, and occasionally a little protective. You'd be better off not messing with my loved ones: you'll just end up with one pissed off Uchiha on your hands. Other than when angry I generally don't attack unless first attacked, or unless I feel I have reason to.
  
• I proudly represent the Uchiha clan.
  
• I hail from no village in particular.
  

xxxxxm yxxxS K I L L S

• Obviously I'm strong. See I'm officially unranked.
  
• The nature of my chakra is Lightning.
  
• My second chakra nature is Fire.
  
• I specialize in Ninjustu.
  
• If I need to though, I can use Taijutsu.
  
• My attacks include:
  
  Name: Chidori (Nagashi / Senbon / Eisō)
  Rank: A-Rank
  Range: Close Range; Eisō can be Close to Mid Range
  Type: Offense
  
  Name: Raiton Kage Bunshin
  Rank: C-Rank
  Range: Mid Range
  Type: Offensive Supplementary
  
  Name: Sōshuriken no Jutsu
  Rank: D-Rank
  Range: All Ranges
  Type: Supplementary
  
  Name: Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu
  Rank: C-Rank
  Range: Close Range
  Type: Offense
  
  Name: Sōfūshasan no Tachi
  Rank: C-Rank
  Range: Mid-Range
  Type: Offense
  
  Name: Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu
  Rank: C-Rank
  Range: Mid-Range
  Type: Offense
  
  Name: Chidorigatana
  Rank: B-Rank
  Range: Close Range
  Type: Supplementary
  
  Name: Body Flame Technique
  Rank: D-Rank
  Range: Close Range
  Type: Supplementary
  
  
  
• I cannot rely on my techniques alone, so I use a katana, shuriken, kunai, several windmill shuriken, and some steel wire.
  
• Sometimes it's best to use what's given at birth...
  
  Name: Sharingan
  Info: A dōjutsu kekkei genkai, only first unlocked under some stressful or emotional condition after which the Sharingan may be used freely. Users of the Sharingan are able to see the flow of chakra, are granted incredible clarity of perception to the point where they have some amount of predictive capabilities, are able to memorize any technique they witness apart from techniques tied into other kekkei genkai, and are capable of inducing a unique brand of hypnosis that involves suggesting actions and thoughts to opponent through genjutsu simply cast by eye contact.
  Attacks:
  
  Name: Magen: Kyō Tenchi-ten
  Range: Close Range
  Type: Supplementary
  
  Name: Magen: Kasegui
  Range: Close Range
  Type: Supplementary
  
  Name: Demonic Illusion: Burning Paper Body
  Range: Close Range
  Type: Supplementary
  
  Name: Izanagi
  Range: Close Range
  Type: Supplementary
  

xxxxxt h exxxH I S T O R Y

xxxxx From the very beginning, Kousuke's story has always been... Different. Unlike most, he was not born in a large official ninja village; because of who his parents were, the renowned traitor from Konoha Uchiha Sasuke and a well-known thief and murderer missing-nin named Souma Minami, he was born well away from any such village, instead being delivered in a little inn in an equally little town on the border of the Lands of Rain and Fire. His mother died of blood loss caused by issues with his birth shortly after her son was born, and so he was raised by his lone father and a woman named Saya, who had formerly been the keeper of the inn he was born at, but he forced to leave to care for the new baby. But even that could not last long; when he was still a young child, he was hidden away with Saya while his father fought against Uzumaki Naruto, who would later become the Rokudaime Hokage. He bore witness to the battle, and the eventual murder of his only living parent. Despite his age it was always the one memory of his childhood that stuck with him, painfully clear, despite the passage of time. It was that horrible day that his Sharingan first activated, though he would not learn how to use it for many years.

xxxxx His nursemaid ran with him that night, returning to the small rundown house that Sasuke had planned on falling back to after he destroyed Konoha. It was there that he'd hidden away a number of old scrolls, some dating back to ages ago when the Uchiha clan was still strong, some newly written in his own hand, left for his son to one day learn from. And learn he certainly did; as soon as he was ready and able, when he was around seven, Kousuke began reading from the scrolls. Saya taught him what she knew, which were the very basics that any Academy Student would know, and what she could know teach him he learned on his own. He was a brilliant young boy, even if he had fallen all but silent since watching his father die, and he grew in strength at a rapid rate. Not for the lack of hard work; he struggled through some things, and spend sleepless nights awake working on skills, hoping that he would've been able to make his father proud of him.

xxxxx It was one day when he was fourteen that he came across the writings detailing the Mangekyo Sharingan, how one must kill the one closest to them to obtain it. Feeling that Sasuke had left it there purposely so he would see it, and that his father would have wanted him to become as strong as was possible, that night he took up a kunai and plunged it into the heart of Saya. Seeing her wide vacant eyes staring up at him in permanent shock, blood on her lips, drove home the fact that he'd killed her, that he was alone, and he panicked. Dropping the knife, he dragged her body out to the woods and dug her a grave to be buried in, marking it with a large rock. Despite having activated the Mangekyo Sharingan, Kou despised himself for what he'd done, and packed up the scrolls and writings and fled the town.

xxxxx For years after that he traveled alone, though his first destination after leaving the place he was raised for so long was the village of Konohagakure. To see where his clan had once existed, to see the place that his father had so badly wanted to see the end of. He sneaked in to the old, abandoned Uchiha complex, where he would keep occasional residence. It became the place that he left the writings Sasuke had left him, the place that he lived whenever he felt the need to relax for a time. But he spent most of his years wandering the land alone, gaining experience, even doing the occasional independent hit to earn himself some money to live off of. But he always returned to the compound; it was the one steady, constant point in his life now.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

• Likes: Most types of sushi || Reading || Solitude || Stargazing || Training
  
• Dislikes: Beans || Hail || People assuming they know him because of who his father was and what he did, not who he himself is or has done
  
• Sexuality: Bi-curious
  
• Whatever else: He's never really gone into the village of Konoha, despite 'living' so close to it. He has no grudge against it, unlike his late father; the only grudge he really has is against Uzumaki Naruto, for killing his dad.
  

[Infected Innocence]

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ιgnorance isn't bliss . . .

чσu'яє sσ cσℓ∂
кєєρ чσuя нαи∂ ιи мιиє
ωιsє мєи ωσи∂єя ωнιℓє sтяσиg мєи ∂ιє

. . . ιt's blindness

[Infected Innocence]

My name is Sirius.
I am 3 years of age.
Mother said I was a male wolf.
I'm the alpha male of Nisarus Pack.
I love Numairis, the alpha female.
The song, Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park, moves me.
I have no pups with Numairis, as of yet.

My Personality
Sirius is fiercely loyal to his pack, and always has been, even before he became alpha. He does his best to remain on good terms with all of the members of it, though it may be difficult at times, but even so he would easily put his neck on the line for any of them. Especially his mate, Numairis; he's exceptionally protective of and devoted to her, even if she may be a little harsh now and then. He's a kind and understanding leader, though he too may come off as harsh and strict as well when he needs to be. He has a deep dislike for two-legs, and won't hesitate to attack any that enter pack territory or get too close to any of the pack members.

It took time, but...
Born the son of the last alpha pair, Sirius has been a part of the Nisarus pack all of his life. Even as a pup he was a very determined, hard-working member of the pack; taking care to remember good hunting spots, memorizing locations they visited when the deep cold came, becoming a very skilled tracker and fighter. When his father passed away, killed by a human hunter, it wasn't long before he lost as mother as well to the pain of his loss. The pack was taken over by a new alpha, and while he tried to keep the same dedication as he had before, it was hard when suffering from such a devastating event as losing both parents.

But it wasn't long after that that he met his future mate, a she-wolf named Numairis. The bond they eventually developed got Sirius back on all four feet, returning to his old self. The last alpha had, in his mind, been horribly incompetent, and wasn't known for making good decisions; he'd died without taking an alpha female, and Sirius and his mate by that point proved themselves worthy of becoming the new alpha pair. Set on proving to his pack that he was a good leader, and making his late father's spirit proud of him, he settled into the rule of alpha male.

[Infected Innocence]

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xxxxxx иσт αℓℓ тнє ωαy тняσugн
xx ι'vє иєvєя вєєи pєяƒєcт
xxxxxx вuт иєιтнєя нαvє yσu

Ｓｏ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ａｓｋｉｎｇ ｍｅ
Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｙｏｕ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ

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ωнєи мy тιмє cσмєs
ƒσяgєт тнє ωяσиg тнαт ι'vє ∂σиє
нєℓp мє ℓєαvє вєнιи∂ sσмє
яєαsσиs тσ вє мιssєd

αи∂ ∂σи'т яєsєит мє
αи∂ ωнєи yσu'яє ƒєєℓιиg ємpty
Kєєp мє ιи yσuя мємσяy
Lєαvє σuт αℓℓ тнє яєsт

Ｌｅａｖｅ ｏｕｔ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ

[Infected Innocence]

They Call me Alexander Michael St.James
And I was born on Winter 10th
Which makes me Twenty-one
I absolutely love Ice cream || Sweets || Listening to music || Sleeping in || Cooking || Baking
But I simply adore Cakes, cupcakes, pastries...
Keep it away Curry || Boredom || Storms || Arrogance || Tuna || Burnt food
Bring it one step closer and I'll scream Squid, or anything made with squid
I work as a Owner at the Café

My mom says I'm a bit warm, but cheeky and snarky, really. I'm talkative, generally friendly, and can be a bit of a firecracker at times. So yes, I have a bit of a temper, but it doesn't show unless somebody incurs it purposely. I like to meet new people, especially travelers from out of town; I find they always have interesting stories, and I'm the type'a guy that likes hearing those. I'll admit that I can also be pretty sarcastic, but I'm not the type that insults people with it. Really, I'm a good guy; cheerful, open, welcoming, a good listener... I like makin' new friends, why would I wanna piss people off? I've also been told that I don't look like the type that would open a café and make a living cooking and baking, but I have a real passion for what I do. I love working in the kitchen, and I don't even mind cleaning afterwards: my sis used to say I'd make a great housewife. Pff.
And the story behind that is that I was born smack-dab in the middle of five children, being the third. So I never got the most attention; I was like your stereotypical middle child, never noticed, insecure, awkward... My oldest brother was a drug addict, and was put in jail for fifteen years when he was only sixteen, and my baby sister was a major little attention seeker and diva. So that definitely didn't help my situation. But I got along well with my older and younger siblings, both sisters, and we spent a lot of time together. We kept our heads down and our toes in line, so our parents wouldn't be disappointed in us like they were our brother. The only attention I ever really got was after Cole, my bro, was put in prison; they started pressuring me to be better than he was, to do well in school, to get a well paying job and be successful.

As I grew older, the pressure grew with me. They got ridiculously confining, only letting me out when they said I could go, controlling who my friends were, and I found that by the time I was sixteen myself I couldn't handle it any more. So I ran away, and my older sister Lanna went with me. We disappeared from our parents lives, taking only the clothes on our backs and our memories with us as we left. It was months of working tiny jobs for meager pay to get us by, looking for a place where we could start anew. When we stopped in one city in particular, Lanna found this one guy. His name was Joseph, and they had this... Instant connection. She fell head over heels for him, and he for her, and she decided that she wanted to stay with him. I didn't want to set down roots in another city, and even though Lanna wasn't happy to see me go, I left.

When I was nineteen I found my way to Phoenix Valley, and for the first time in years I felt like I could be happy myself. I finally stopped running away and ended up realizing my own dream. Ever since I was a kid I loved to cook; I'd cook for my family, for my friends, for myself, and it was always something I'd loved. So I started up my own café, and for a while, worked there on my own. It took a while to pay off the debt that I had from building the café, but once I did, I upgraded my equipment and hired a couple of extra hands. I'd risen from the ashes of my old life, so to speak, and my new life had begun with the Twilight Café.
I really like For now? Nobody. And I doubt it's changin' any time soon.
A song's stuck in my head Currently none.
My other self Contaminated Angel

[Infected Innocence]

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◕ Location x Insert here
◕ Doing x Insert here
◕ Journal x It's all here.

◣ Contaminated Angel x Contaminated Angel ◢

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[Infected Innocence]

The phoenix will rise...
...From the ashes
Name: Micah Alexander Bradley
Nickname/Aliases: Mike or Mikey. Or Phoenix, to those that know what he is.
Gender: X + Y = Male.
Age: Nineteen.
Sorcerer Degree: He's still fairly... New, so he's only around the 12th degree.
Occupation: He works shifts as a waiter at a local alternative clothing store. He's aiming to earn money to attend college, as he supports himself.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 151 lbs
Likes: Fire || Clear night skies || Coca Cola || Video games || Magic || Sleeping in || Training || Caramel Apple Pops
Dislikes: Idiots || Bitter foods || Rap music || Feeling useless || Being ordered around || Onions || Stupid human magicians; especially the awful ones, such as Criss Angel
Legendary animal: The Phoenix
Normal/physical/Non-magical Skills: He's got impressive physical prowess; he has a mean punch, can kick hard, and is surprisingly flexible.
Specialty Spells: Micah is especially adept in fire and healing spells. His favorite spell is one called 'phoenix fire;' a flame that cannot be put out by normal means, like water or a fire extinguisher.
Crush: Currently none, and he doesn't plan on having one any time soon.
Theme Song:
Personality: His appearance may cause people to assume that he's... Radical. That he's immature and loud and cares only for himself. But he's more the type to prove those assumptions wrong. He's quiet, and a little distant, keeping very much to himself. Though he's a good guy; kind and caring, even if somewhat sarcastic, and loyal to those he's close to. His trust is admittedly a little hard to earn, but once acquired he can be one of the best friends you've had; if you abuse that trust, however, you'll find it extremely hard to gain back. Aside from all that he's got a fairly good sense of humor and can be a little teasing around his friends. While soft-spoken he can be quite chatty now and then. However, he does have a bit of a temper, especially when provoked; as such, he can get a bit protective of his loved ones when they're in danger or being insulted. Micah's the type that will get back up even after he's been kicked down, no matter how many times it's happened. Yes, he has a stubborn streak, and when he puts his mind to something he'll see it through no matter what.
Bio:
Other: He keeps a unique pendant around his neck; a clear dark crystal, shaped like a sphere, with a flickering ember from a fire inside.
Controlled puppeteer: Contaminated Angel