【 K a z ' s 。C h a r a c t e r s 】

[Clockwork Melody]

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[Clockwork Melody]

Username:
Clockwork Melody

Name:
Noche Vanel

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Personality:
Noche is probably a living example of someone who isn't from C08, though she is a citizen of the said planet. Despite her young age, Noche acts in a very mature way. She wears formal masculine clothes and speaks in a deep voice. Because of her formal ways, some people find her unusual and even call her "stuck-up", especially since having manners isn't exactly a common thing in C08, yes? Yet she is actually a kind-hearted girl, concerned for the people around her. She is good at encouraging others, with her brothers saying that it is one of her best traits. Responsible and hardworking, Noche is a capable Head of the Vanel family.

Underneath her kind smiles, Noche carries resentment for being treated as a child, not taken seriously. She even goes so far as to mock those who belittle her in private. As much as possible, she does not want to show this side of her to others, but she can be violent and release all her pent-up emotions when provoked. Noche is also sensitive and is not fond of being teased, unless when done by her brothers, merely since she is used to them. Despite her masculine personality, she is also quite self-conscious of her body.

History:
Noche's family is, perhaps, one of the few families in C08 that could still afford to call themselves "wealthy". Her father was a well-to-do merchant, and her mother, a seamstress. She has three older brothers who are all successful in what they do, making their father proud of them. Her father was a proud man who desired nothing but wealth, success, and the family name. Though he never said it aloud, he felt disappointed when his fourth child, Noche, turned out to be a female.

The other members of the family didn't mind. They were perfectly fine with Noche the way she was. But she wanted to please her father, even going so far as to want to be his ideal child. She started to live as a boy - in terms of clothes, personality, habits. Even though she started to become like this, she retained her formal yet gentle personality. Because she had not yet been introduced to the public at the time, no one but her family was made aware of her gender.

Because her father was too ashamed in having a daughter to allow her to go out, he kept Noche at home, hiring a teacher for her home studies. Her lack of exposure to the outside world led to her being innocent and unaware of even some most basic events. She didn't have any friends aside from her brothers, who were very supportive of her. With their help, and her determination to become "Father's ideal child", she strove to become knowledgeable and generally able.

Her father started to show interest in her, and this interest heightened when Noche proved to be smarter than her brothers. Therefore, when she turned twelve, her father formally introduced her to society as a male, and as the heir to the Vanel family. This was no issue to her brothers, but to her father's siblings who had been eyeing the spot as the Head, it was a big deal. In addition, her father's sudden death but Noche in a terrible position. She had to strive to gain their respect, and to be treated as an adult.

The current condition of their planet also makes Noche, as the Head of the family, obligated to partake in the military. To help her, her brothers trained her in all forms of combat, and continue to do so.

Appearance:
Noche is androgynous in appearance - you can't tell her gender just by looking at her. Her hair is dyed a shade of midnight blue, while her eyes are gray. She wears formal clothes like shirts with ties, and pants, often ranging in various shades of blue with hints of yellow here and there. She is rarely seen without her trademark blue cap. During winter or on regular cold days, her attire consists of a blue coat, with a sky blue bow tie and yellow buttons, and blue plaid pants. During summer and regular warm days, she wears a light blue shirt and a necktie.

When reading, Noche wears sapphire blue glasses. When she is at home and being teased by her brothers, she is often forced to wear feminine clothes (also in shades of blue), even having to sleep in a nightgown. It is also only when her brothers play around with her that she wears various accessories like earrings, hair clips, and the like.

Others:
• She is a Taurus, her birthday being on the fifth of May.
• She stands at a full five feet, making her short for her age.
• Noche is also very thin, without curves, and flat-chested, making her appearance even more androgynous.
• Thanks to her brothers, she is an expert in the use of firearms, particularly with the pistol.
• She likes travelling.
• Noche has a weak spot for sweets, animals, children, and stuffed toys; these are hints of her girly side.
• Personally, she has no qualms with pretending to be a male (as she can pull this off perfectly), except for having to share the restroom with other men.
• Her natural hair color is black.
• Want to know why Noche dyed her hair blue? When she was about ten years old, her brothers realized how much she loved the color, and how she always wore it. So they told her, "How about you dye your hair to match?" Noche knew nothing about dye, but deciding that it was probably a good thing, she allowed her brothers to dye her hair for her. Big surprise, when she looked in the mirror and saw how her hair turned to blue! Her brothers even did a messy job, and her mother had to fix it for her. But Noche appreciated her siblings' efforts, and decided to keep the color, redyeing it whenever it starts to fade.

[Clockwork Melody]

» The name my Parents gave me is:
♦ Nadeshiko Kazuki
♦ Kaz, Cielo

» I'm gifted with a:
♦ Sky Flame

» I was born into this world for:
♦ Sixteen years

» You can't tell? I'm:
♦ Female
♦ And I'm bisexual.

» My family traces back to being:
♦ Italian. Which means, my name's only an alias~

» My life thus far:
♦ I was born into a filthy rich family; people regarded my parents with respect, and they were famous. I was their little princess, pampered and spoiled, with everything I wanted practically being handed to me right after I say that I want them. It was a life any girl could wish for. Until the day that my parents passed away, and all of a sudden, I was alone.

Of course, I still had relatives, but the one assigned to be my guardian was a mean tyrant auntie. She made me a prisoner. Not literally though, of course. Since I was the heiress to the family fortune, I had to be taught about everything; I had to be a genius, a prodigy, a child wonder. I felt degraded. She hired a home tutor for me. My depression often distracted me from my studies, so whenever I got a low mark, my auntie would punish me. I was not even allowed to go out of the house. My childhood was empty, with no friends; I was stuck in the house, doing nothing but learn. For the sake of my parents, I decided to endure it. I thought that perhaps, in the future, I would be able to get away.

And I was able to get away - but things didn't improve. One day, auntie got sick, and wasn't able to keep watch over me. Coincidentally, it was a weekend, and I had nothing but piano lessons, which were to take place during the afternoon. I took my chance and left the house. No, I had no desire to run away - I just wanted to be free, even just for a while. But this proved to be a deadly mistake. I was kidnapped by a group of men, and I assumed that it was all just because I came from a rich family. And indeed, they called my sick auntie and asked for ransom. They allowed me to speak to her over the phone, if only just to confirm that I was the one they had; the sound of her panicked voice made me feel guilty for leaving. But there was nothing else I could do.

While the men waited, I was kept imprisoned in their hideout. They starved me, only giving me a slice of stale bread and a glass of water every day. I felt like I was going insane in that place. In between my periods of consciousness, I would hear my kidnappers discussing things - the Mafia, assassination, murder, and "flames". I could not understand a single thing they said, so I dismissed it.

After a few weeks of torture, something suddenly happened. There were explosions everywhere, and the glass of the hideout's small window shattered, a few stray shards entering my right eye and blinding it. I was bleeding and screaming, and confused. The men knocked me out, muttering something about being too noisy, and I fell unconscious. I was only to wake up sometime later to see men in what appeared like business suits, coming to take me away.

"Thank God she was spared," I heard them saying, but I cared naught for their words. Even with my blind eye, as they led me away, I could see all the dead bodies. Had they really killed everybody? That seemed to be the case from what I saw. They took me away, and over time, little by little I started to become aware of what I could do...

» Don't judge a person by their looks:
♦ Many people call me complicated. I'm a person with contradicting traits. But let's not focus on that, and instead turn to my more obvious points. I am cheerful and outgoing, and very mischievous. Playing pranks is my hobby, even on the most sour of people. Don't you find it fun, teasing people? Aside from that, I'm talkative, and I love to chatter. I'm also a pretty simple girl - because of what has happened to me, I have learned to appreciate even the little things in life, that I now found joy even in the simplest things. I also love making new friends~

» I can be deadly at times:
♦ My weapon is a scythe. Yes, the weapon of the Grim Reaper. Creepy, isn't it, for someone whose Flame is Sky? My scythe is enhanced, and sturdier than those commonly used. Mine is very durable and can withstand tough blows; I can extend it if I wish, and it is very sharp, capable of piercing many things.

» Oh~ Give me these~:
★ (Likes)
★ Chocolate!
★ Music
★ Cats
★ Pranks
★ Books

» Ew! Get those away from me!:
♫ (Dislikes)
♫ Vegetables, augh!
♫ Peanut butter
♫ Bullies
♫ Darkness
♫ Sour candy

» You should know about these too:
♦ N/A (for now)

» My heart was stolen ♡:
♦ Hibari Kyoya

» Theme Song:
♦ Rolling Girl || Hello Little Girl

» This is my Master:
♦ Clockwork Melody

[Clockwork Melody]

☎ ` LACIEREMESTHEIM
❝ I will dream if I want to, and my death is my own affair. ❞
penchipenchipenchipenchipenchiDon't you know who I am? I'm THE NECROMANCER

█ ◞ Lacie, Lace, Rem
█ ◞ 31st of May ☞ Nineteen
█ ◞ Female ☞ Lesbian

ohsoveryluckysadisticx×xmanipulativex×xcunning

xx The Estheim family has always believed in the supernatural, and practiced dark magic thoroughly. That, in addition to their wealth, made many fear them. They were the family whom you simply couldn't mess with, because if you did, it meant your death. Now, in each generation, a powerful necromancer is born into the family. A necromancer like no other. A necromancer with exceptional power, capable of communicating with spirits and summoning the dead with utmost ease.

Lacie was, in her generation, the chosen one. Her parents immediately knew of this when they saw the mark of the Estheims on the middle of her chest, black as ink and seemingly etched into the pale skin. Among the Estheims, it is considered a privilege to be the chosen one, and so whoever is chosen is most revered. He or she is also to be thoroughly educated in dark magic, in the occult, in the supernatural. Thus, when she was but a year old, Lacie was taken to the family house and was made to do nothing but study and practice black magic.

It was a sad life for Lacie. She was kept inside a dark room all day, reading ancient books of sorcery with only candlelight to illuminate the words that no ordinary human could read. It was the job of the chosen one to aide the family in whatever ways that they can, and he or she was a symbol of the Estheim family, like an emperor was to China. Not once was she permitted to go out and socialize with others. She was barely even made aware that during her stay in the main house, her mother had given birth to a boy and a girl, her younger siblings. She wouldn't have known, not until her younger sister had made an effort to come and visit her.

Upon turning eight, she was finally allowed to step out even sometimes. Little by little, though only within the territory of the main house, Lacie saw the world. It made her eager to finally be free, to live in the outside world as well. But that was when she saw her family, saw her parents laughing happily alongside her siblings. Thus, when her parents visited on her ninth birthday, she confessed her feelings that she was jealous of her siblings. How they got to live outside while she was practically imprisoned. How they had no burden on them. How her parents seemed to love them more than they loved her. That was when her father slapped her hard across the face, and yelled, "You don't know what pain they have to endure being compared to you!" And that was also when Lacie realized that she was really nothing to her parents. Never had she seen her father show so much emotion concerning her, never had she seen her mother cry because of her.

Since that day, Lacie refused to leave her room, and devoted her time learning by herself. She thought that if she could be an excellent necromancer in the future, her parents would finally love her, and she could be free. She had become so advanced in her learnings that she progressed to read even the forbidden books. But that was when she discovered something that nobody had ever told her- the curse of those who were Chosen. Though blessed with strong power, they were cursed with a short life span. No Chosen has ever lived past 19. They were only to be used by the family, and that was their only true purpose. Soon after they turn 19, they would die.

This made Lacie panic. Immediately, she attempted to run away. At first, she was caught, but then she decided to finally use her powers. She summoned undead beings to kill those who tried to stop her, so that she could escape.

When she was finally in the outside world, however, Lacie didn't know what to do. She had no idea how to live on her own. Thus she spent weeks living off pieces of leftovers from trash cans, and sleeping in dark alleys, with danger imminent everywhere. She found her only companion in the spirits whom she would talk to. With their guidance, she was able to live, albeit on the streets. She met other street children and thugs who let her join their group and taught her how to steal. Having landed in a red light district, Lacie changed her views on the world. She labeled it dirty and corrupt, unworthy to live in. She even claimed that she would rather live in the world of the dead, than in the world where everyone and everything was slowly dying.

Her life outside made her independent. Eventually, when she turned sixteen, she started to do things on her own. She stole, she sold her body, she bribed, she did everything to live. She began to find pleasure in seeing others in pain, and in manipulating those around her. Finally, she was free, and she could get what she wanted. Yet it always felt like something was missing. She always felt alone. Also, she was scared that once she turned nineteen, she would die, and everything she had done would be meaningless. Knowing that, she started to slowly abandon her own life.

A few hours before her nineteenth birthday, Lacie stumbled upon a circus. She decided that, as a final gift to herself before she died, she would see at least one show and enjoy herself. Her money was enough for a ticket and for some food. And, indeed, the show was spectacular, and ended some time before her dreaded hour. However, it was immediately after that the Ringmaster approached her, inviting her to join. Lacie had doubts since she knew that her life would end, but the Ringmaster promised that he would delay her curse. Finding that she had no idea what else to do, she agreed.

xxMY LIKES
♥ Books
♥ The darkness
♥ Arrow
♥ Bow
♥ Borrow
♥ Supernatural things and occurrences
♥ Manipulating others

xxMY DISLIKES
✖ Bright lights
✖ Heat
✖ Boredom
✖ Annoying people
✖ Closed spaces
✖ Cowards
✖ Sweets


xxxxxxxxxx Clockwork Melody

[Clockwork Melody]

мч ɳαмє? ιτ's. . . Zachary "Zach" Aureo Fiore

ι ʜαvє. . . 19 ϲαɳɗʟєs!

ι'м σʙvισυsʟч. . . a male homo sapiens sapiens.

чєs, ι'м. . . bisexual. I can swing both ways, really.

ι'м кɳσωɳ αs. . . the Lucky Dog.

ʙєєɳ ϲαɢєɗ ғσя. . . nearly 5 years, almost as long as the Circus has been built.

мє? ι ωσяк αs. . . an animal tamer.

ι ϲαɳ. . . easily tame animals, regardless of how wild they are. It has been a talent of mine since I was a little kid. Also, I have my alias for a reason. Ever since I was a child, I have had extraordinarily good luck. Whatever the circumstances, I always end up getting the advantages of anything. Strangely, however, that luck has started to flicker since I entered the Circus. I am also good with mechanics.

ι'м ρяєттч. . . liberated and outgoing. Being a pretty open-minded person, I often tend to accept even the wildest ideas. I like doing what I want whenever I want, and tend to disobey rules often. To me, freedom is the most important thing there is. Also, I often joke around and tease others for my personal enjoyment. Isn't it fun, seeing the annoyed faces of others?

ɢιvє мє тʜєsє?
¤ Caramel cream puffs. Aren't they the most delicious little snacks in the entire world?
¤Musical instruments. Aside from freedom, music keeps me alive, and I am happy as long as I am able to create music.
¤A mate for my female cat Vittoria. She is getting old and cranky, and needs a lovelife. Haha.

кєєρ тʜєsє αωαч!
¤Animal abusers. I hate them more than anything else in the world.
¤Heat. Wouldn't you agree with me if I told you that it's terribly annoying? Not to mention that I hate the sticky feeling of perspiring too much.
¤ Sour food. Spicy, I can stand, but...what's so appealing about food that's sour? They taste weird.

ιт's ʙєєɳ α ωʜιʟє. . . since I've reminisced about my past. It's nothing too special, and it's even cliche, a story you'd encounter in storybooks. Would you like to know of it?

Well, I was born as the only son to a multimillionaire, which immediately makes me his heir. Being in a rich family, I was always pampered as a child. Everything I wanted and needed was given to me. I had personal servants on call at all times, and if they did not follow my orders, they would be severely punished. Of course, being a child, I still did not know nor understand the meaning of it. It took me a while before realizing that my family was that powerful, and that my father's word meant almost everything to everybody else.

I followed my father on my own accord, of course. I wanted to be successful like him, to be as important as him one day. So I did my best at everything he required of me - academics, piano, etiquette, etc. He was my role model and I did my best to follow what he did.

But little by little, I began to feel caged. I began to realize that my father saw me as a tool, a tool to help him rise even higher. Every little mistake of mine, he took record of. There was always an equivalent punishment for each time I did something with which he was not pleased. At first, I thought this was normal, like when my servants did not do what I asked; that punishment was how to discipline another person. But as my punishments got worse, I saw it. Being my father's son, I actually had no freedom at all. I had to do everything he wished, and if I didn't, then I would be treated the way the disobedient servants were.

Therefore, I planned it carefully, my escape. The moment my father left the house for work, I ran away, taking only my money, ID, and my pet cat Vittoria with me. I felt a strange thrill, knowing that I was free.

My luck stayed with me while I was outside. I changed parts of my look to be unrecognizable, and developed a life for myself. I found a decent apartment, and found two part-time jobs, one as an assistant in a pet shop, and another as a mechanic. As long as I was free, and nobody knew who I really was, then I was safe.

Life took another turn one day when I was walking home from the mechanics shop. A wild tiger had fled from the zoo and was wandering the streets of the city, and all the citizens were afraid. Having always been a natural with animals, I managed to tame the tiger, and help the authorities to take it back to the zoo. It was then that I met Fate, who invited me to the Carnival.

ι ʟσσк ʟιкє. . . a mechanic, and not an animal tamer. Strange, isn't it? My hair has been dyed a bright yellow, yet it looks completely natural, as if I was born that way, spiked slightly to the sides and downward;my eyes are the natural color of amber. I stand at the height of 5'9 1/2", with a slim yet fit figure.

As for my attire...let's start from the top, shall we? I don a motorcycle helmet with a pair of goggles on it. My shirts are often long-sleeved, with a hoodie inside, and on my hands are gloves. I wear cargo pants with a tool belt filled with things that I need for my job, and they all fit efficiently. For my footwear, I wear combat boots.

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[Clockwork Melody]

☽► The Child of Scorpio

ooo❝ Ace　--　Hawthorne ❞

ooo◤ 19 ◢　▐ 　◤ male ◢ 　▐ 　 ◤ straight ◢

ooo◤　serious　▐ 　responsible　▐ 　shy 　◢

ooo◤　bow and arrow 　◢

ooo◤　Clockwork Melody 　◢

[Clockwork Melody]

☛ ` ACE -- HAWTHORNE
❝ { q u o t e } ❞
ponponwayponpon I am THE CHILD OF SCORPIO

ＴｈｅｙＳｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓＣａｌｌＭｅ Ace, A
Ｉ ｗａｓ ｂｏｒｎ ｏｎ November 13
Ｉ' ｖｅ ＢｅｅｎＬｉｖｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ 19 Ｙｅａｒｓ
Ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓｌｙ, Ｉ'ｍ ａ male ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ straight
Ｍ ｙＷｅａｐｏｎＯｆＣ ｈｏｉｃｅ Ｉｓ a bow and arrow.

ＷｈａｔＤｏＩＬｏｏｋＬｉｋｅ? Ｗｅｌｌ . . . I have light brown hair I inherited from my dad, and gray eyes I got from my Mom. I have a thin, slim build for a guy, but it is what enables me to move quickly. I stand tall, around 5'9", and weigh around 118 pounds. Light, huh? Underweight for my age, I think. What can I do if my family is poor? Moving on. I have a variety when it comes to wardrobe, but I often wear the colors black, brown, and green. I also have a preference when it comes to white polo shirts.

I always carry around my weapons, a bow and arrow.

Ｉ'ｍＰｒｅｔｔｙ serious, and mature. I'm probably the most responsible one in the family, since I'm the one who hunts. Whenever possible, I take charge, and I don't take lightly to not being followed. Discipline is terribly important for me, and I do my best to maintain it wherever I am. One of my tendencies is to lose my temper easily, and become bossy and demanding. In a world where we can no longer live in peace, I think that's pretty much a requirement from me. I have to be harsh and unforgiving. But I can also be pretty shy and timid, and I easily get flustered and embarrassed.

ＢａｃｋＴｈｅｎ , Ｉ Me and my two siblings were orphaned early in age, and our youngest was only an infant then. We had to live with our uncle, who was a merchant, and his wife who was sick with insanity. It was a tough life, and the little money our uncle earned was just enough to keep us fed, since he mostly devoted it to his wife. He loved us, of course, but we understood that he had to give everything to his wife, the only one that mattered to him.

Growing up, I learned how to hunt. I thought that if we couldn't afford the food they were selling in the market, I might as well find some for myself. We lived in one of the poorest areas of Concordia, you see. I was assisted by my brother, who was an expert when it came to traps and snares. Together, we caught animals for food and found plants for the same purpose, and sometimes for healing.

Our youngest brother decided to help us as well. He was sickly, and since he was always in the house, he decided to read on books about plants, housekeeping, and cooking. He cooked what we found for us, and helped us to determine whether or not the plants we collected were edible or poisonous. Together, the three of us were able to make our home life seem better. It eased the burden on our uncle, who tripled his efforts at work, and sometimes we even saw our aunt smile and act normal.

Then the King came and ruined everything. He ruined the peace we had, and the terror he caused ruined my uncle's business, made my aunt crazier than ever, and made my youngest brother sick. So I vowed to kill him myself.

ＩＨ ａｖｅＡＴｈ ｉｎｇＦｏｒ:
♥ sweets
♥ hunting
♥ his youngest brother's cooking
♥ having friends
ＢｕｔＩ ＲｅａｌｌｙＤｏｎ'ｔ Ｌｉｋｅ:
✖ irresponsibility
✖ childish and immature people
✖ being lied to
✖ the King

Ｏｈ, ａｎｄ Ｉ. . . --

Clockwork Melody

[Clockwork Melody]

☽► The Reaper of Sloth

ooo❝ first　middle　last ❞

ooo◤ 17 ◢　▐ 　◤ male ◢ 　▐ 　 ◤ pansexual ◢

ooo◤　lazy　▐ 　apathetic　▐ 　childish 　◢

ooo◤　dice, PDA 　◢

ooo◤　Clockwork Melody 　◢

[Clockwork Melody]

☛ ` [ ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ]
❝ { Why do it now, when I can do it later? } ❞
ponponwayponpon I am THE REAPER OF SLOTH

ＴｈｅｙＳｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓＣａｌｌＭｅ Sloth
Ｉ ｗａｓ ｂｏｒｎ ｏｎ [ ERROR ]
Ｉ' ｖｅ ＢｅｅｎＬｉｖｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ 17 Ｙｅａｒｓ
Ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓｌｙ, Ｉ'ｍ ａ guy ａｎｄ Ｉ'ｍ pansexual
Ｍ ｙＷｅａｐｏｎＯｆＣ ｈｏｉｃｅ Ｉｓ dice and a PDA.

ＷｈａｔＤｏＩＬｏｏｋＬｉｋｅ? Ｗｅｌｌ . . . I have light brown hair that's slightly curly, with average length. My bangs are long enough to cover my left eye. My eyes are, by the way, the color of chestnut. I also have a pale complexion, which I guess is because I don't really go out that much. Not my fault. They keep me in.

I'm slightly shorter than most people my age, mostly due to my tendency to stoop. I'm also pretty slim, as thin as a girl; so obviously I'm underweight. Not that I don't eat much. Like I just said, I stoop a lot, and some of the maids tell me I might grow up being a hunchback. I don't want that, of course, but I 'm not fond of fixing my posture. It hurts my back. Does that sound weird? In addition, my body just naturally stoops. So I guess I'm stuck like this. Unless someone can force me into using those weird back braces.

As for my clothing, I like wearing two shirts at the same time- a short-sleeved shirt on top of a long-sleeved one. I also like striped designs, so sometimes the two shirts I wear are both striped. Other than that, I wear average jeans. I'm used to walking around barefooted, but that doesn't mean I don't wear footwear.

Ｉ'ｍＰｒｅｔｔｙ weird. That's how people always describe me. But I guess that to elaborate how 'weird' I am, I'll just tell you random things about me.

First of all, I'm a very intelligent person. No, not just intelligent. I'm a genius, a prodigy. Guess how high my IQ is? Way higher than yours, probably triple or quintuple of it. I'm that smart. But I don't show it. In the first place, one's IQ does not define one's overall intelligence. The thing is, I can give a solution to any problem you give to me, or answer any question (regarding facts) you throw at me. However, I need to think. That's the problem here. You see, I may be a genius, but I'm lazy as hell. I'd be named the smartest person if the world, if only I put in a little effort and actually used my brain. But, no, Thinking exhausts me too much. Why, you'll understand later.

I'm usually pretty apathetic. I rarely show any emotion, and I even speak in a monotone. Truth is, I don't really care what goes on around me. I don't care about anybody nor anything, I think. Maybe a bit of myself, but that's not it. I don't like caring for others. In the first place, it's not like anybody has ever cared for me. Bitter, am I? No.

There's a contradiction to that, though. Though I'm (usually) apathetic, I can also be pretty childish. Sometimes the littlest things can tick me off; like, for example, if you mess with my dice, or with my toys, or my food... Well, I won't take it lightly. I can get sadistic, I can get violent. I throw a wild hissy fit. But that also easily drains my energy, and I can go unconscious afterwards. That's another problem of mine. I have a body as weak as how high my IQ is. I get exhausted immediately. Pathetic, isn't it?

That's all for now, I guess. I have no idea what else to say.

ＢａｃｋＴｈｅｎ , Ｉ was just a toy, and I probably still am. You see, I don't know my family. My earliest memory is being in this huge mansion, fit for royalty. I don't know if it was really my home, or if someone took me there, or whatever. All I remember was being there. But I didn't feel...well, royal at all. They kept me in this really dark room, and that's where I remember staying all of my life. They did serve me the best food, give me the best clothes and the coolest toys, heavenly service... Everything I wanted, really, except for one thing: freedom.

I wasn't allowed to leave that room. Apparently, the room already had everything I wanted - it was like a house inside anyway, with my own bathroom and kitchen, a game room and a library, and things like that. The maids told me that nothing outside the house was interesting, and that everything in the room was just what I needed. When granted to leave the room, I was not allowed to step out of the house; the farthest I could go was the greenhouse. The outdoor garden was off-limits. All that I saw was of the outside world was from the windows. My room didn't even have one until I begged for it.

It's not like I didn't do anything in my room. Like I said, except for leaving the house, I could do anything I wanted. I loved the toys that they gave me, and I did nothing but play. This was what further developed my childishness. I easily get deprived whenever I don't get to play, which is why I always keep at least one toy close to me, especially when I leave my room. It was even from these games that I learned how to think. It's only when playing that I can think and study without getting tired. Playing is the only activity that doesn't exhaust me. Seems like that's all my body can manage.

There's just this one thing I can never figure out. Every night while I sleep, without fail, someone... a man would come in and watch over me, sometimes ruffling my hair, and just watching over me. I did not dare open my eyes while I was there, thinking that he might leave, and I won't be able to see his face in the darkness either way, but I am desperately curious. I have no idea who he could be. But I don't spend my time thinking about it, because thinking exhausts me. All I know is that he's there once I go to sleep, and gone by the time I wake up.

So I went on and lived my life normally - or, well, unusually - in that room. Sometimes I overhear things - the President being assassinated, someone crowning himself as King, and rebellions. But the maids always make sure I never hear much. I wonder why, really, since they always insist that the outside world isn't interesting. Then came the whispers that this so-called King will be creating a Game, and that I have a duty to participate for him. That I have this duty to ensure that the King remains in his throne. I ignored all of this until the day they took me out of my room and to some sort of training room.

That was the first time I met the King. I don't know why, but he felt terribly familiar, even if I was positive that I have never met him in my entire life. I had a photographic memory, especially with all those memory games I play - I would have known. It bugged me, but again, since thinking exhausts me, I ignored it. He told me that he would specially appoint me as part of his Game, that I would have to fight for him. The next thing I knew, he had apparently brainwashed me. My only thoughts were to fight for him, to be victorious for his sake. And for that, they made me do special training. Always, always, without fail, implanting one thought in my mind: that I must win, for the sake of the King.

ＩＨ ａｖｅＡＴｈ ｉｎｇＦｏｒ:
♥ Games; obviously, I love playing.
♥ Candies and other sweets; eating is fun.
♥ Sleeping; I hate getting exhausted, so of course I love to rest. Not to mention that those hands that caressed my hair while I slept in my room were quite comforting...
♥ Blinking lights; I find them amusing.
ＢｕｔＩ ＲｅａｌｌｙＤｏｎ'ｔ Ｌｉｋｅ:
✖ Being confined; I like freedom, you see. I don't like being someone's prisoner. But, being forced to fight for the King... I guess I'm still one.
✖ Thinking; It's too exhausting for me.
✖ Discomfort; I was raised living in nothing but comfort and royalty. So of course I'd be used to that.
✖ The Players; Their goal is to kill the King, while my goal is to protect him. Of course I'd hate them.

Ｏｈ, ａｎｄ Ｉ. . . am related to the King, apparently. I don't know how, or in what way - nobody ever told me. All I know is that we're related. Maybe that's why I find him so familiar? I wonder who he is to me.

Clockwork Melody

[Clockwork Melody]

⁂ Xavier Louise Avery

⁂ Slytherin

First off, I am...
⁂ Eighteen
⁂ Male
⁂ Bisexual
⁂ Something in between|| Dueler


Get to know me...

⁂ Likes:

Quidditch
Bertie Botts' Every-Flavor Beans
Hanging out with the ghosts and the paintings
History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and Astronomy
Literature


⁂ Dislikes:

Heat
Herbology
Losing/failing
Boredom
Moving too much


⁂ Fears:

Being alone
Humiliating himself
Getting too close to others
Being fooled
Not having a future


⁂ Secrets:

When he was a child, he was in love with the lady in one of the paintings in their mansion. However, his father had this painting removed for it was "getting old and ugly".
Secret
Secret
Secret
Secret


Personality
⁂ Xavier is a complicated teenager. He has a lot of problems, and like many others his age, he tends to keep them to himself. Xavier is pretty cunning, playful, and mischievous. Teasing is one of the things he does best. He loves having a good time, and loves feeling an adrenaline rush. It's probably one of the reasons why he gets along so well with Peeves. Causing trouble with the poltergeist or with any of the other ghosts is one of his hobbies, and he's not afraid to do it even at the risk of being expelled.

Xavier is also pretty friendly. Or rather, even without trying, he has a charisma that makes people like him. Despite being a Slytherin, he still has friends in the other Houses. He gets along fairly easily with others. But his best friends are the various paintings and ghosts that reside in the Hogwarts castle, for he has always been attached to those that have been since the past.

But the truth is, Xavier is a pretty conflicted teenager. Beneath his smiles, he has many fears and anxieties, especially that of being alone and left behind. Because of what he was told when he was a kid, Xavier has believed that in the future, all those around him would eventually vanish, and he would have no one in his life. He has this tendency to become clingy and possessive to those who get close enough to him, even getting jealous at the littlest thing. But he has pretty good intentions.

Biography
⁂ Xavier had a passion for history ever since he was a child. While many kids spent their childhoods doing nothing but play, he spent it in their family's library, reading on the history of the wizarding world. As such, he knew long ago that he was descended from one of the Death Eaters. He often questioned himself if he was evil or not, and even asked his relatives if that made him a bad person. Most of them teased him that it did, and being a serious kid back then, he believed this.

He then became a bit of a naughty child, breaking the rules by doing this and that. He teased his cousins and the kids in the neighborhoods so much that his simple comments felt like sincere criticism, and many of them stayed away from him. His father called him rude and disrespectful. He sought comfort in his mother, only to hear her tell him that he still only had friends because they were trying to bear with his personality, when in fact they disliked him. This crushed Xavier's heart, and he decided he wasn't ever going to let anybody toy with him.

Originally, he was supposed to study in Durmstrang. But he received a letter from Hogwarts, and before his father could convince him to study in Durmstrang, he went off on his own. It was tough for a child, but he was an Avery. And he had natural charisma. He managed to do it all on his own footing, and arrived in Hogwarts safely via the Hogwarts Express. Sorted into Slytherin, he impressed not only his House but also the school with his skill in magic. And even though many people befriended him, and he equally conversed with them, he only found true joy in the ghosts and the paintings.

In his second year, Xavier joined the Quidditch team, where he found his true joy. It was the only activity where he found so much fun and felt so much energy. He started to become more open to others, but whenever someone got too close to him, he would retreat slightly. He looked at others with scorn, believing them, as his mother said, to only be pretending to like him. The only true friends he claimed he had were the ghosts and the paintings, who would always be around for him.

Despite doing nothing but practice Quidditch, play pranks with Peeves, and lounge around the library, Xavier maintained the straight-As that he's been getting since his first year. Now, after passing all his O.W.L.s with flying colors, he is set to graduate from Hogwarts and find a career in the wizarding world, all on his own.

⁂ -updating this later-

⁂ Clockwork Melody

Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays:
1: Herbology
2: Charms
3: Astronomy (lecture part)
4: Free Period
Lunch
5: Free Period
6: History of Magic

Tuesdays, Thursdays:
1: Ancient Runes
2: Defense Against the Dark Arts
3-4: Double Transfiguration
Lunch
5: Potions
6: Ancient Runes

[Clockwork Melody]

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16

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Male

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Shapeshifter

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Xeth is probably the youngest among those tasked by Vulcan, and it makes him feel weak and insecure. And, truly, he can be pretty innocent and timid due to his age. There are still many things that he doesn't know, what with his little exposure to the world, but he manages to keep himself in-the-know somehow. Also, despite his little knowledge, he is still a quick thinker, so he is also described as sly and cunning.

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Bisexual

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THEME SONG

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As a shapeshifter, Xeth is, obviously, able to shapeshift. There are still limitations to what he can shift into, but the main form that he takes is that of a fox. Ever since he was a child, he has had an attachment to the said animal, enabling him to understand it and empathize with it, allowing him to shift better. Also, Xeth is more of a thinker than an actual fighter. Gifted more in terms of brawns than brains, he has a quick, analytic mind that enables him to form ideas better. He is quick at figuring things out.

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WEAPONS [Reasonable -- How much can your character carry. ]

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QUOTE

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SECRETS, RANDOM FACTS, LIKES, DISLIKES, ETC [Edit throughout the RP].

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Clockwork Melody

[Clockwork Melody]

The Eldest Fox Diety
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NAME: Madara, Seishin
AGE: 22
RACE: Fox

LIKES:

• Humans
• Flowers
• Literature
• Music
• Household chores


DISLIKES:

• Too much noise
• Extremely warm weather
• Irresponsibility
• Going to sleep
• Violent fights


PERSONALITY TRAITS: At first glance, Seishin seems kind and serene, friendly and loving. And indeed he is. He is very patient and compassionate, rarely losing his patience; he is forgiving and merciful. He even helps the servants with their chores. Underneath his kind smiles, however, Sei hides a sadistic side that takes pleasure in seeing another's pain. He is skilled at all forms of manipulation, capable of easily tricking others. A sly fox indeed. But Sei is also very loving and sweet, sensitive and emotional. He is very responsible and cleans up after the mess of others.
SECRETS: Seishin dislikes being alone. He thinks of the other foxes as his family and treasures all of them deeply.

USERNAME: Clockwork Melody

[Clockwork Melody]

ＴＨＥ ＭＡＤ ＨＡＴＴＥＲ


Ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ ｉｓＬｏｋｉ Ｚａｂｅｌ Ｄｅｌｉｒｏ, ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｃａｌｌ ｍｅ Ｌｏｋｉ, Ｌｏ, Ｋｉ, ｏｒ Ｋｅｙ.
[Age; be reasonable] ｙｅａｒｓ ａｇｏ, Ｉ ｗａｓ ｂｏｒｎ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｏｒｌｄ.
Ｉ'ｍ ｌｉｋｅｌｙ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｉｎｓａｎｅ, ｗｉｔｔｙ, ｅｎｉｇｍａｔｉｃ, ｈｙｐｅｒａｃｔｉｖｅ, & ｆｒｉｅｎｄｌｙ.
Ｍｙ ｍａｓｔｅｒ'ｓ Ｃｌｏｃｋｗｏｒｋ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ.

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