Teacup Nao
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as i lay awake, i wonder too much
i worry about certain things and trust
you told me you'd return tonight,
but your shadow is gone in the moonlight.
so am i supposed to trust you?
i'm so confused, i don't know what to do.
i worry about certain things and trust
you told me you'd return tonight,
but your shadow is gone in the moonlight.
so am i supposed to trust you?
i'm so confused, i don't know what to do.
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my eyes open at a light sound.
i get up and look, are you around?
but i suddenly stop and start to cry.
because i remembered that you died.
i look up at the blue endless sea,
and wipe my tears because you're watching me.
i get up and look, are you around?
but i suddenly stop and start to cry.
because i remembered that you died.
i look up at the blue endless sea,
and wipe my tears because you're watching me.
Teacup Nao
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HELLO, M Y_N A M E_I S
Nao Meguchi IV
Teacup Nao
C A N D L E S | | L I T ;; Eighteen
S U N L I G H T | | B E L O W ;; Male
M Y | | H O M E ;; Future
N O T I C E | | M E ;; Human
M Y | | OVER VIEW ;;
➝ Kind
➝ Hyper sometimes and laidback other times
➝ Cares too much some times; then again, can not care at all
➝ Worries too much sometimes
➝ Stubborn
➝ Clumsy
➝ Personable both ways
➝ Easily Annoyed
➝ Skeptical about a lot of things
➝ Actually doesn't have a short-temper
➝ Daydreams a lot
➝ Short-attention spand
➝ Tends to flirt
➝ Can be very oblivious to things
➝ Speaks his mind freely
➝ Brave
➝ Doesn't care about other's opinions
➝ Overprotective over certain people
➝ Confused easily
➝ Many other things
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T H E | | P O W E R S ;; I can...Fence?
R E L A T I O N;; Parents; Nao Meguchi III [deceased] and Kisa Meguchi // Siblings; Miku [Oldest sister], Akito [Second to Oldest, and Nanami [Younger Sister]
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S A F E | | Z O N E ;; Miku always told me to carry around a weapon but the closest thing I have is a pocket knife which is generally used for simple tasks.
A F F I L I A T I O N ;; Undecided?
T H E M E| | S O N G;; Theme song
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L I K E S ;;
✔ Taking pictures; I always have my camera with me
✔ Challenges
✔ Reading
✔ Sweet foods especially candy
✔ Worrying my sisters
✔ Weapons
✔ Climbing
✔ Being different
✔ My stuffed animal bear; Jun-kun
✔ Pulling pranks and tricks on people
✔ New and interesting things
✔ Singing
✔ Flowers
✔ Cats
✔ Bubbles
✔ Sparring
✔ Learning about things
✔ Apples and Cherries
✔ Fencing
✔ Drawing
D I S L I K E S ;;
✖ Being told I'm wrong when I know I'm right
✖ Feeling trapped
✖ Bullies / Jerks / Assholes
✖ Idiots
✖ Girls who expose themselves and complain
✖ People stealing my bear
✖ Being compared to someone else
✖ Worrying others
✖ Peple stealing my glasses
✖ Depending on others
✖ Tripping
✖ People who are too full of themselves
✖ Dogs
✖ The dark
✖ Being embarassed; which can happen rather easily
✖ Preps
✖ Blushing
✖ Crying
✖ Closed in places
✖ Work
O T H E R | | T H I N G S ;; I love to worry my sisters and running off to hide somewhere is always an easy way to do it. I won't return to home for even a couple weeks at times and when I come back, I always have some sort of prank awaiting me. We have been doing this to each other for years and it still hasn't gotten old. I have a camera that was given to me from my father and I always put it to good use. I love to take pictures of random things and I will do anything to get a cool effect or shot. I have a couple phobias as well; Coimetrophobia, Lygophobia, Soteriophobia, and Claustrophobia. When they are addressed, I do tend to freak out and panic. Oh! I almost forgot to mention. The Higurashi family and my family have known each other for a while [they live down the street] and sometimes I go say hi but I think I am still considered a stranger to them.
B I O ;; HOLY WAFFLE CAKES I HAVE A PAST!? [In other words...Working on it. xD]
Nao Meguchi IV
Teacup Nao
C A N D L E S | | L I T ;; Eighteen
S U N L I G H T | | B E L O W ;; Male
M Y | | H O M E ;; Future
N O T I C E | | M E ;; Human
M Y | | OVER VIEW ;;
➝ Kind
➝ Hyper sometimes and laidback other times
➝ Cares too much some times; then again, can not care at all
➝ Worries too much sometimes
➝ Stubborn
➝ Clumsy
➝ Personable both ways
➝ Easily Annoyed
➝ Skeptical about a lot of things
➝ Actually doesn't have a short-temper
➝ Daydreams a lot
➝ Short-attention spand
➝ Tends to flirt
➝ Can be very oblivious to things
➝ Speaks his mind freely
➝ Brave
➝ Doesn't care about other's opinions
➝ Overprotective over certain people
➝ Confused easily
➝ Many other things
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T H E | | P O W E R S ;; I can...Fence?
R E L A T I O N;; Parents; Nao Meguchi III [deceased] and Kisa Meguchi // Siblings; Miku [Oldest sister], Akito [Second to Oldest, and Nanami [Younger Sister]
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S A F E | | Z O N E ;; Miku always told me to carry around a weapon but the closest thing I have is a pocket knife which is generally used for simple tasks.
A F F I L I A T I O N ;; Undecided?
T H E M E| | S O N G;; Theme song
___________________________________
L I K E S ;;
✔ Taking pictures; I always have my camera with me
✔ Challenges
✔ Reading
✔ Sweet foods especially candy
✔ Worrying my sisters
✔ Weapons
✔ Climbing
✔ Being different
✔ My stuffed animal bear; Jun-kun
✔ Pulling pranks and tricks on people
✔ New and interesting things
✔ Singing
✔ Flowers
✔ Cats
✔ Bubbles
✔ Sparring
✔ Learning about things
✔ Apples and Cherries
✔ Fencing
✔ Drawing
D I S L I K E S ;;
✖ Being told I'm wrong when I know I'm right
✖ Feeling trapped
✖ Bullies / Jerks / Assholes
✖ Idiots
✖ Girls who expose themselves and complain
✖ People stealing my bear
✖ Being compared to someone else
✖ Worrying others
✖ Peple stealing my glasses
✖ Depending on others
✖ Tripping
✖ People who are too full of themselves
✖ Dogs
✖ The dark
✖ Being embarassed; which can happen rather easily
✖ Preps
✖ Blushing
✖ Crying
✖ Closed in places
✖ Work
O T H E R | | T H I N G S ;; I love to worry my sisters and running off to hide somewhere is always an easy way to do it. I won't return to home for even a couple weeks at times and when I come back, I always have some sort of prank awaiting me. We have been doing this to each other for years and it still hasn't gotten old. I have a camera that was given to me from my father and I always put it to good use. I love to take pictures of random things and I will do anything to get a cool effect or shot. I have a couple phobias as well; Coimetrophobia, Lygophobia, Soteriophobia, and Claustrophobia. When they are addressed, I do tend to freak out and panic. Oh! I almost forgot to mention. The Higurashi family and my family have known each other for a while [they live down the street] and sometimes I go say hi but I think I am still considered a stranger to them.
B I O ;; HOLY WAFFLE CAKES I HAVE A PAST!? [In other words...Working on it. xD]
Teacup Nao
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as i lay awake, i wonder too much
i worry about certain things and trust
you told me you'd return tonight,
but your shadow is gone in the moonlight.
so am i supposed to trust you?
i'm so confused, i don't know what to do.
i worry about certain things and trust
you told me you'd return tonight,
but your shadow is gone in the moonlight.
so am i supposed to trust you?
i'm so confused, i don't know what to do.
___The morning chill was enough to wake Chiyo from her slumber, though she was thankful for it. Her dream had not been as pleasant as she had hoped but with a practiced matter the dream was erased from her memory and pushed out of her mind for good. She let out a soft sigh and stared at the ceiling, having nothing else to look at. She felt pitiful. Being sick and not having the option of getting up was a horrible idea. Debates filled her mind until finally they stopped and she found herself sitting up and staring out the nearby window. The sun was still rising and it was far too early for her to be awake; was anyone else even awake? She hadn’t heard from either of her children the previous night so she didn’t know if they had returned or not. There were times when they would and there were times when they wouldn’t; both of which were fine with her so long as they one day did return to prove that they were alive.
___The demon rose from her bed, still feeling a bit weak, and changed into more appropriate clothing; which consisted of her favorite pink and red kimono alongside tabi socks and geta shoes. She didn’t bother with her hair since it didn’t seem to need to be pushed down or done this morning; she was far too tired the previous night to undo her hair. Her home was empty, she could just tell. There was no scent or presense of either of her children or anyone else. That was good. Now she could wander around a bit without worrying that someone else was worrying about her. She walked outside and shivered lightly from the sudden drop in tempature. It wasn’t a big difference but it was enough to make her want to go back in. Of course, her will wouldn’t allow her and she began her morning walk. It was nice being able to walk around again, especially since she hadn’t had the chance in the past couple days. Being ill was horrible at times.
___Chiyo came to a little river and decided to take a light break for a moment since she didn’t want to work herself too hard with her current sickness. How had she managed to get herself sick this time anyways? It was a clear mystery to her. No one she knew was sick so it couldn’t have been passed on to her. So, perhaps, it was just natural? All the thoughts of sicknesses and being sick soon left her mind as she started walking again, her break being over. She wasn’t sure where she was going to walk to today. There was a nearby town but she didn’t need anything from them nor did she want to have to deal with any of their problems if there even were any; it was best not to take a risk. So, instead, she took her usual path in the forest and came to a clearing later on in her walk. It was the end of the forest for now and the area—as far as she knew—was unoccupied. There weren’t any signs of another having been there yet and she didn’t think the wolves living a little ways over were awake yet.
___Filthy things. Chiyo never gave much thought to the wolf demons except that she didn’t really enjoy some of their habits. But, who was she to judge? She hadn’t met any of them but she knew there were a set of twins among them along with a little youngling wandering around with them. They probably kidnapped the poor thing. No. She stopped her thoughts there before they headed more towards the bad side. Now what was she to do? A cough rose up in her lungs and she covered her mouth, but the notion was quite pointless with no one around. After another little debate in her mind, she decided to just keep wandering until something interesting happened. Perhaps she would actually run into one of her children. Bankotsu, would you ever trust them to wander about? She wondered, staring up at the sky. She laughed to herself. Of course he would! He would probably tell them to go off and kill something. What a silly thought.
my eyes open at a light sound.
i get up and look, are you around?
but i suddenly stop and start to cry.
because i remembered that you died.
i look up at the blue endless sea,
and wipe my tears because you're watching me.
i get up and look, are you around?
but i suddenly stop and start to cry.
because i remembered that you died.
i look up at the blue endless sea,
and wipe my tears because you're watching me.
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✖Nao Meguchi IV✖
>> played by :: Teacup Nao <<
>> played by :: Teacup Nao <<
>> What's all s a i d in basics <<
⊰ i am called ⊱
___I do not believe that anyone has bothered to give me one unless you count name-calling.
⊰ the candles count ⊱
___e i g h t e e n and counting
⊰ on the day ⊱
___A p r i l Fool's D a y
⊰ my current status is ⊱
___Asexual! Haha just kidding, I'm b i s e x u a l
⊰ this unfortunate soul is a ⊱
___Versatile Helper
>> A l i t t l e more personal <<
⊰ i like ⊱
___✔ Challenges; who doesn't like a good challenge? No matter what kind they are, I always find fun with it and, like many others, I am usually pretty determined to be the victor but I don't get too upset if I fail.
___✔ Reading; It's fun and I love all kinds of stories but real life stuff bothers me. Meaning, I stick to fairytales and fiction. I deal with real life every day and there is nothing special about it.
___✔ Climbing; I love heights and climbing is one of the things I can do to get me there. I especially enjoy climbing trees. It gives me something to do and I get the thrill of being up high.
___✔ My stuffed animal bear, Jun-kun; I know childish, right? But I can't stand to sleep without him at night. People have made fun of me for him but he was given to me from my mom so he's very special to me.
___✔ Interesting things; Who doesn't like interesting things? Though this covers up a wide variety of things. If it catches my interest, I'm going after it.
___✔ Singing; People tell me I'm almost as good at the Kashus themselves but I don't think so nor care. I just like to sing little tunes while I'm working to keep my mind on track or off of things.
___✔ Bubbles; Um...this is more of a personal like that doesn't need to be explained.
___✔ The Kashus; They're interesting and I'm always curious how they are going to react to things. Some days they react in a good way and other times, they want to chop your head off like the Queen of Hearts. Though the only one I am truly worried about doing that to me is a cute little one named Clause...or is he older than me?
⊰ i dislike ⊱
___✗ Feeling trapped; I have a bad case of claustrophobia and being/feeling trapped doesn't help me at all. I will do anything to get out of the situation and, if I cannot get out of it, I completely break down.
___✗ People stealing my bear; it's special to me! I don't give a damn if it makes me look childish, it's the last thing I have to remember my childhood.
___✗ Being picked on; and yet people still do it. It's mainly the nurses and such because I am technically the lowest rank besides the kashus. They will do all kinds of mean things to me just to get their thrill. I think they're just taking it out on me because the Kashus treat them badly and they can't do a thing about it.
___✗ Depending on others; the job is never done right unless you do it yourself. No matter what, I will do my job by myself or if I need something to be done, I do it myself. It's not that I don't trust anyone it's just that I don't like depending on them to do things. Alright, that probably didn't make much sense to you, huh?
___✗ Egotistical people; they're too full of themselves [obviously] and it's quite annoying.
___✗ Blushing; It makes me feel weak I guess you can say and so I can't stand it. I don't like the little 'aw's that come out of it sometimes and I don't like how some people try to get me to blush. I always cover it up the best I can but I don't know...it's weird.
___✗ Dogs; I’m not explaining this one. Don't get me wrong, I did love dogs at a point and I don't think that all of them are bad but...I just don't like them.
___✗ The dark; Another simple fear. I am not explaining this one either.
⊰ i act like this ⊱
___Personality tests are a bit overrated don’t you think so? But if it is a must and request, then I must uphold my duty and sufficiently answer it. I would simply start off with saying that I am kind but it is more of a fake kindness towards those who treat me with disrespect but, then again, it is mainly from those who hold a higher authority than me. I guess you can say that I care about them despite how they treat me and others but then again I really don’t care at all. There are different times when the human body just can’t help but react to something in such a way that it is counting as caring while it detests and dejects the idea of caring towards those who act in a different way. Even though my caring side is a bit at random, I must admit that I do have the worry sickness a bit too much. I will find myself worrying about things that I really shouldn’t and once I realize this, I laugh it off and embarrassment generally shows.
___To be quite blunt about myself, I am clumsy. Though that characteristic is more of a falter than anything. Just like my annoyance level. I tend to get rather irritated with people easily depending on how my day had started off and who I had run into. If I don’t like someone, they tend to put me in quite the bad mood if I run into them and have to start a little tête-à-tête with them. Which reminds me of something. I am known to be personable both ways. Confused? Good. It simply means that I get along with a lot of people but I also make enemies quite easily. It all depends on how I rub off on you and if you like it. Ha, you’ll find that I can be a bit perverted with things but I’m not as bad as a lot of other boys my age. But, I must admit, that I am as stubborn as the males in my age range. If I think I am right, then I sure as hell am right in my mind and no amount of proof in the world can change my mind if my heart is set on a specific answer.
___Going back just a little bit, I did said that I am easily annoyed but, strangely enough, I do not have a short-temper. I actually can handle situations and things quite well to the point where I just get annoyed instead of mad. But those who have managed to push me to my limit have not ended up well. I guess you can say it’s the ‘darker’ side of me, but isn’t it the same with everyone else? Well, everyone else really doesn’t matter to me, I was just saying. Ah, that’s yet another thing. I don’t give a damn what people think or do. If you think I dress trashy and am a coldhearted masochist with nowhere in life to go than go ahead and think that; I believe what I want to believe and you believe what you want to believe. Even though I don’t care what you think, I care about I think and sometimes I think I should let you know what I think versus what you may want to say right on back to me. But I will not believe what you have to say half the time.
___Skeptical perhaps? Well, it honestly depends but, yes, I can be very skeptical about a lot of things like some of the other workers [especially that damn assistant] who say that they really do care about the Kashus and that they want to help them. What a bunch of bull. I mean, I do still seem them as people and human beings but my job tells me to believe otherwise. Huh, I guess that doesn’t make much sense. But I don’t usually make sense at all. I tend to confuse myself even and confuse others as well in the process. When this happens, I will try and fail to cover it up but I guess you can’t help it sometimes. Whoops, I do believe that I have ranted on quite enough for the time being. To wrap it up, you’ll find out more things later, but you should also know that I daydream a lot, I have a short attention span, I can be very oblivious to many things, and that I can be quite the overprotective person when it comes down to those who I dare to give a damn about. Don’t like it? Tough.
>> L i s t e n to my story <<
___Where to begin, where to begin? Talking about your own past can be both difficult and easy depending on how you go about it but it seems that starting from the beginning is both the most common and most sufficient. So, that is where I shall begin for your own liking. Sit down, shut your traps, and listen carefully because you’re only going to get me to tell it once. It all began on the day I was born…
___“This isn’t my child!” The confusing words left my mama’s lips the moment she laid eyes on me. Bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes, there was no way she was my mama for she had pitch black hair and light brown eyes. The doctor was dumbfounded, what was he to tell her? He had just personally delivered me and she was indeed the mother but she didn’t want to admit it. My father wasn’t as confused though, since he looked just like me. With the world blurred in my eyes, I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. I was tired and I was crying, that was all that mattered to me. The day my mother was allowed out of the hospital, she requested a blood test to make sure that she wasn’t raped in the middle of the night or something but, weeks later, the results came back and were the only proof telling her that she was indeed my mama and her husband was in fact my papa.
___Growing up with a mother who refused to believe that you were hers was a bit…odd. But I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I had the chance to spend more time with my papa and fratello. Ah, I didn’t mention him yet. Yes, I have a fratello and he is a year older than me. Moving along, my second Christmas with the family wasn’t as pleasant as we wanted it to be. I could walk and talk in two different languages, though I switched back and forth often so confusing them wasn’t hard, but I could not understand everything. My fratello and mama had caught a sickness going around and my father, being a doctor, studied them and took care of them. He could not place the sickness but he noticed that they were not the only ones; there were many others in town with the same problem. On Christmas day, our mama passed away and we were worried that fratello would have the same fate, but he pulled through.
___A year after the sickness was gone completely, we moved out of the old house and into a new one. My pap had explained to us that mama had left us a couple things to remember her bye. Fratello received a couple things that were appropriate for his age and I did as well. But, out of everything, there was one thing that stood out. It was a simple stuffed animal bear with a tag attached to it saying ‘Jun’. At my age, I thought it was a misspelling and was supposed to be June instead of Jun but my father explained that was his name. My fratello and I always got along but, just like others, we did have our times when we argued. One time, the argument didn’t end as easily as others. We were arguing over quite the touchy topic; our mama. Fratello said that it was papa and my fault that she didn’t live while I argued that it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Of course, I knew I was right but fratello was determined to be the victor and we didn’t talk to each other for weeks.
___Papa noticed this and asked us to accompany him on a hunting trip, which was rare since he never liked us joining him because we were quite rowdy and loud. But, this time, we were silent and said nothing as papa waited for his target to come along. Fratello mentioned something about being bored and walked off with his weapon of choice, a bow and arrow. I was left alone with papa and he started talking, saying that it was no one’s fault that mama died but fratello was having quite the hard time believing that. I was happy to hear that and decided that I might as well go and apologize to fratello. But, when I found him, it wasn’t as pleasant as I had hoped. He was sitting up in a tree, on another stand, and I climbed up to where he was. At first, I couldn’t see what he was doing, all I could tell was that he was using one of his arrows. When I finally got close enough, I saw blood dripping from his arms. He was writing things down on his arm with the tip of the arrow.
___In fear, I tried to stop him but my voice didn’t exist in his new world. He simply continued on and after I stole the first arrow away, he found another and continued on, drawing little pictures on his arm. I shouted and yelled at him to stop but nothing worked…so I pushed. Fratello lost his balance and fell out of the tree, landing harshly on the ground. I climbed down and shook him, trying to get him to move and asking if he was okay but I got no response. I feared that he was going to end up like mama and I wouldn’t let that happen. So, I left and ran off to find papa and the moment I did, I told him what had happened and we went to fratello. But, when we found him, he was doing better. He was sitting up, leaning against a tree, and complaining that he had not finished his…song? I didn’t think too much about it and we took him to the hospital, where he stayed for weeks. The day he was allowed to come out, it was like our argument never happened and I pushed everything out of my mind. I thought it was over, but I was wrong. Every time fratello said he was ‘bored’ I knew what it meant. It meant he was going to go find something sharp and start cutting himself.
___The years passed and I was finally ‘in my prime’ as my father explained, when I was twelve. Fratello had scars alone his arms and legs but luckily they healed oddly and you couldn’t tell where they had come from. We had grown apart and papa had started to grow old and seemed to drink more. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Oh, he started beating his children. Actually, no. He started opening up a lot more and he admitted things we didn’t want to hear. Like, he told us that he slept with a lot of girls while with mama and that he was known as a Casanova. I was still a bit young to understand the Casanova part but I knew what he meant when e said he slept with them. Fratello did not approve of this and ran away, saying he couldn’t stay with a manwhore. The night he went to run off, he asked if I wanted to run with him and I did, bringing on a couple pairs of clothes, money, and Jun-kun.
___We didn’t get too far before running into someone we knew, our Nonno. We explained what had happened and he said we could stay with him until our minds were straight; which he figured would take a while. But, living out I the open with not much around us was peaceful and calming so we learned to get over things and push them out of our minds. Now that I think about it, that was probably a bad thing but I guess you can’t undo the past. Anyways, moving on, fratello still didn’t stop his ‘boredom’ activity and I had learned to get over it. I had actually tried it one time but the pain was too much for me; it made me wonder how the hell fratello could deal with it. But he never showed much emotion anyway so it was fine.
___We lived with Nonno for about a year and a half before moving back with papa. He was very upset that we had run away in the first place but he said he understood why and that he would not drink anymore; which wasn’t the reason why we ran away but close enough. We became a tight family again and did lots of things together but of course fate would not let us stay like that forever. A little bit after I turned sixteen, fratello ran off again without explaining this time or even asking me if I wanted to go with him. I searched and searched for him but it had to be put on pause when papa got sick. He had caught the same sickness that mama and fratello had. I figured that he would pull through like fratello since he was strong but that was not meant to be. He passed away and I tried to find fratello even more, wanting to tell him about papa but I failed.
___Another year passed and I finally found fratello, though I was not too happy to find the results. I had been searching for work and ended up working as a helper in some weird place that sold something called a ‘kashu’. I was interested in them but the moment I found fratello, I was greatly upset and started to hate this place but it seemed he did recognize me at first. After a couple months, though, he slowly started to remember me and we hung out little by little. But, sadly, no one else knows that we are related. It doesn’t help that we look nothing alike. But, it’s fine I guess. I don’t know when my personality changed nor when I got a couple of my own scars but I figure it was just one of those things you really do push out of your mind completely. Ah, one more thing, I changed my last name somewhere along the line because of something I wanted to hide. Um, I think that about wraps it up though there are a couple things that have to remain personal. You know how it is. You don’t need to know every little detail.
>> In the E n d <<
⊰ this place is ⊱
___Hell. Haha, it really is to the Kashus and me. I never wanted to work here but here I am still working under the bastards and doing whatever they ask.
⊰ let me sing you a song ⊱
___In For The Kill [Remix]
⊰ i forgot to tell you ⊱
___That I know two different languages, Italian and English. I switch between the two and if you got confused through my past, Fratello means Brother and Nonnon means Grandpa. Um... I can't really think of much besides that no one really doesn't know that I have a relative in this horrible place. Ah, I think you may also want to know that I have one side of myself that comes out at random times. From what I know, it's more of a psychotic side of me but it doesn't last for long. I really can't think of anything else so, yeah. There.
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✖Chiyo Mi-deh✖
>> played by :: Teacup Nao <<
>> played by :: Teacup Nao <<
>> What's all s a i d in basics <<
⊰ i am called ⊱
___C h i is the only one someone has bothered to give me, which is understandable since that's the only thing I can think of that comes from m name.
⊰ the candles count ⊱
___n i n e t e e n
⊰ on the day ⊱
___St. W h i t e ' s Day
⊰ my current status is ⊱
___ a s e c r e t~
⊰ this unfortunate soul is a ⊱
___M a i d for C l a u s e
>> A l i t t l e more personal <<
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___[ personality. a paragraph or more~ ]
>> L i s t e n to my story <<
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>> In the E n d <<
⊰ this place is ⊱
___[ what do you think of the shop? ]
⊰ my job is ⊱
___[ for customers only, what do you do for a living? ]
⊰ i don't just sing i can ⊱
___[ kashus only. what can you do besides sing? max of 5 things ]
⊰ let me sing you a song ⊱
___[ theme song ]
⊰ i forgot to tell you ⊱
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You just want to see me fall,
To see me break, to see me crawl.
You just want to break me down.
To see me falter, my smile a frown.
To see me break, to see me crawl.
You just want to break me down.
To see me falter, my smile a frown.
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But then you stop, you've seen the truth.
My other side, so intimidating, uncouth.
A wicked grin, eyes so impure.
You run away, but I'm the cure.
My other side, so intimidating, uncouth.
A wicked grin, eyes so impure.
You run away, but I'm the cure.
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You just want to see me fall,
To see me break, to see me crawl.
You just want to break me down.
To see me falter, my smile a frown.
To see me break, to see me crawl.
You just want to break me down.
To see me falter, my smile a frown.
“Make sure the boss has coffee.”
“Sure.”
“Oi, Nao! Give these to Mr. Tudor.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You! Make sure the kashu’s aren’t trying to break out.”
“Mmhm.”
"Hey, can you give these to the doctor down the hall?"
"Certo."
“Sure.”
“Oi, Nao! Give these to Mr. Tudor.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You! Make sure the kashu’s aren’t trying to break out.”
“Mmhm.”
"Hey, can you give these to the doctor down the hall?"
"Certo."
_____All morning it was the same. The nurses, doctors, and assistants even would ask him to do something for them. Why couldn’t they do it? But his job did state that he would do anything for anyone, besides the kashus of course but he still helped them out a little bit. He handed the boss his coffee, sat the papers on Mr. Tudor’s desk, checked up on the kashus, cleaned up a mess a nurse had made, helped out a doctor with something, and lists and lists of other things that others asked of him. He was about ready to tell them to shut the hell up and give him some time alone, but that wouldn’t happen for a little while. A couple nurses passed him by as he headed towards his doctor’s office and they mentioned something that Mr. Tudor had said. He didn’t think much of it as he entered the office, the same man in white sitting at his desk. The young blonde held a coffee in one hand and a stack of papers balancing in the others as he entered the room and handed them to the doctor.
_____“Need anything else?” Nao asked, a bit out of breath. He leaned against the edge of the desk, using that for his support for now. His legs were worn out from just the morning routine and he would think that his legs would be used to it but it seemed they were still learning to adjust to things. The doctor didn’t reply, he simply took his coffee and sipped it as he browsed through the papers. Out of pure curiosity, he caught a glimpse of the papers to see what they were about and they turned out to be the health reports of all the kashus. It seemed that they were all good with no serious injuries; that was wonderful. But the doctor looked up at him before he could say anything else. A mumble left the man in white’s lips but he didn’t say anything else as he waved his hand to dismiss Nao. The blonde happily obliged and waved as he left the room. Finally! He had some time to himself for now that was, until, another nurse or a doctor found him and asked him to help out.
_____But it seemed luck was on his side as he wandered the halls. Well, it wasn’t so much as wandering since he knew exactly where he was going. A couple nurses passed him again, probably heading to the same area he was, and they were going on about Mr. Tudor. Mr. Tudor, Mr. Tudor. Was that all they seemed to talk about nowadays? But it wasn’t like he could complain. The guy was the assistant of the whole place and his word was higher than most, so it only made sense that his name came up in various conversations. But the nurses seemed to talk about him like he was some celebrity or something; how irritating it was. He sighed and continued on, trying not to think much about it. His head was already throbbing from a massive headache that greeted him this morning when he woke up. Because of it, many nurses said that it was the reason why he was dressed as he was but that was not the case; nope. He tended to dress in such an informal manner but the boss hadn’t said anything against his choice of attire yet.
_____Nao turned the corner and left the hallway, entering a new one. He was almost there. After being here for some time, he figured out where almost everything was but it was still easy to get lost in this place; everything looked almost identical! He turned into one more hallway and was almost to his destination, but his thoughts started to drift. He was determined to speak with one of the kashus before he was caught and would have to work on something again but he feared that he would be caught beforehand. He turned into the hallway containing the kashus and spotted Elise and Clause Jacku standing outside of a door with Clementine Hathaway peeking out of her door. Whose room were they in front of? Of course, it only took him a moment to realize how dumb his question was; it was the room of Hiruko Asahina, the one kashu he wanted to speak with. His mind told him to stop and turn around so that they could have their time together but his feet kept moving until he was only a couple feet away. He finally stopped and was now close enough to them that he could peek into Hiruko’s room.
_____The said kashu was standing up for once but he had not left his room yet, which was not uncommon at all. Nao felt a bit uncomfortable in his current state but decided to say nothing at first. He simply allowed them to continue on with their conversations for now before he spoke up and ruined it all. From what he heard, they were discussing none other than Mr. Tudor himself. He had recalled hearing a couple nurses mentioning something about him having something planned for the kashus outside but he had not paid attention enough to figure out just what. But it didn’t matter. It was still day outside and Hiruko would more than likely stay in his room, so they could still talk for a little bit until he had to get back to work. After a bit of silence, he looked at Hiruko, ignoring the other three, and smiled.
_____“How are you today, Ruko?” Nao asked, using his nickname instead of his actual name. He had ever heard many people call Hiruko that but it made sense since he didn’t talk too much. His blue eyes, much different than the black orbs that graced Hiruko’s face, scanned over his body before stopping back at those dull eyes. He smiled and adjusted his glasses, feeling a bit nervous and odd. He was out of place here, amongst all of these strangers—if he could call them that—and it was a bit odd that he had only addressed Hiruko…right? You’re over-thinking it, he thought, laughing lightly under his breath before looking back at Hiruko.
_____“I asked the nurses about getting you a new blank canvas to paint on but they said that they hadn’t had the chance to run out and get you one,” Nao said, hoping the elder wouldn’t be disappointed, “I’ll probably end up going out to get you one. Is that alr—“
_____“Nao!” The said blonde sighed and looked over at a nurse, who was quite the distance away but luckily she was one of the more understanding nurses, “When you’re finished up with Hiruko, I have something else you need to do.” Nao rolled his eyes and sighed. Of course.
_____“Va bene,” Nao replied, smiling. The nurses nodded and moved along. Well, at least the nurses were learning something from him. A little bit of Italian at a time. He chuckled at the thought and turned his attention back to Hiruko, still awaiting his response.
But then you stop, you've seen the truth.
My other side, so intimidating, uncouth.
A wicked grin, eyes so impure.
You run away, but I'm the cure.
My other side, so intimidating, uncouth.
A wicked grin, eyes so impure.
You run away, but I'm the cure.
Teacup Nao
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Miharu Omi
My name tag is T e a c u p N a o. The last time
I check, I was a m a l e. I am amazingly t w e n t y t h r e e years old. I'd really appreciate if I
were called M i h a r u O m i. I like to
b e l e f t a l o n e ,, r e a d ,, s i n g ,, a n d o t h e r t h i n g s. It's not any
of your concern, but I am b i s e x u a l. My
birthday is A p r i l 1 s t. Get me something nice will you?
I would like to teach L a n g u a g e A r t s.
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Yuki Omi
My name tag is T e a c u p N a o.The last time
I check, I was a b o y.I am t w e l v e and counting. I'd really appreciate if I
were called Y u k i O m i. I like to
d r a w ,, p l a y t h e p i a n o ,, c o o k ,, r e a d ,, a n d m a n y o t h e r t h i n g s. It's not any
of your concern, but I am h e t e r o s e x u a l. My
birthday is J u l y 4 t h. Get me something nice will you?
At the Strawberry Cafe I would like to be a w a i t e r.
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Being sprawled out a crossed your bed was probably not the best way to sleep but neither was being stretched out along the couch and sleeping there. Either way, neither of the Omi brothers were awake when they should’ve been thirty minutes ago. Yuki was the smart enough one to make it to his bed before he crashed and he had hoped that it would stay that way but the fates were against him today and he rolled over in his sleep, crashing once again but this time on the ground. He was abruptly brought out of his dream land and pain coursed through his body as he sat up, still in a bit of a daze. The thud had been loud enough to wake the sleeping male out on the couch and he jumped up to a sitting position, a surprised look a crossed his face.
“What the—?” Miharu mumbled, looking around at his surroundings seeing nothing more than the living room. It took him a couple moments to realize that he had fallen asleep out on the couch again, but this time the littler one, Yuki, was not lying on the other side. So where was he? He slid off the couch, nothing more than his box and a loose t-shirt covering his slender frame and searched around the house, finally finding his little brother dazed out by his bed. He chuckled at the sight of his brother looking completely a mess, leaned against a bed, and clueless. Those impassive green eyes of his moved over to look at Miharu and he stopped laughing, it wasn’t funny anymore.
“Fall off again, love?”
“…”
“Are you awake?”
“…”
The two stared at each other in silence, Miharu having an annoyed look on his face while Yuki kept up with the same indifferent one on his. Finally one of them moved and it ended up being Yuki, who fell over on his side and was back asleep again. Miharu held back a laugh as he left the room, he would deal with the little one later. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and hair, got dressed, and when he was putting on his signature hat, he heard Yuki shuffling out of his room with another dazed look on his face. He was already dressed but his hair was a mess and his breath probably reeked. Miharu took a step out of the bathroom as Yuki walked in, dragging his feet. The door was shut and he stood there, waiting for the little monster to come out.
After a couple minutes, Yuki walked out and he seemed more awake but he still had an impassive expression on his face. The two didn’t bother to eat breakfast, it wasn’t that important and they never did anyways, and headed out to go to school. Their house was basically hidden from the naked eye but that was because they basically lived in the middle of a forest; though they still had a large empty area around them for their ‘yard’. It took them quite a bit longer than usual but they made it out of the forest and down the street, the school only a block away. No conversing was brought up between the two but they were used to it by now; there really wasn’t much to talk about in the morning since they knew just about everything else.
The school was in sight and Miharu picked up the pace, determined to make it in his classroom before his students did. It happened often but today would be the day when they wouldn’t beat him to it. And he was lucky because he entered the school, ignored the hellos, pulled his hat off when by a teacher, stuck it back on his head, and slipped into his classroom in record time. He looked around the classroom and not a single soul was in there. Yes! He did it! Giving himself a soundless round of applause, he moved over to his desk and took his seat, figuring he might as well rest now before the students came in. For some reason, they had a problem with him sitting down and teaching them. Was it really so bad? Could they not hear if they could not see him? How weird. He wondered what his brother was doing.
Yuki had just made it through the gates and had picked up his own pace just a bit so that he wouldn’t be late to his own class. A couple students passed him by but none of them said good morning to him, they knew him too well. He somehow managed to make lots of friends but he barely talked so how he did was a mystery to himself. Lost in his thoughts, he almost ran into a blonde-haired woman. He stopped just in time and quickly apologized before continuing on like nothing had happened. His only goal was to make it to his locker and class in time. Sadly, he had his brother as his first period teacher.
“What the—?” Miharu mumbled, looking around at his surroundings seeing nothing more than the living room. It took him a couple moments to realize that he had fallen asleep out on the couch again, but this time the littler one, Yuki, was not lying on the other side. So where was he? He slid off the couch, nothing more than his box and a loose t-shirt covering his slender frame and searched around the house, finally finding his little brother dazed out by his bed. He chuckled at the sight of his brother looking completely a mess, leaned against a bed, and clueless. Those impassive green eyes of his moved over to look at Miharu and he stopped laughing, it wasn’t funny anymore.
“Fall off again, love?”
“…”
“Are you awake?”
“…”
The two stared at each other in silence, Miharu having an annoyed look on his face while Yuki kept up with the same indifferent one on his. Finally one of them moved and it ended up being Yuki, who fell over on his side and was back asleep again. Miharu held back a laugh as he left the room, he would deal with the little one later. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and hair, got dressed, and when he was putting on his signature hat, he heard Yuki shuffling out of his room with another dazed look on his face. He was already dressed but his hair was a mess and his breath probably reeked. Miharu took a step out of the bathroom as Yuki walked in, dragging his feet. The door was shut and he stood there, waiting for the little monster to come out.
After a couple minutes, Yuki walked out and he seemed more awake but he still had an impassive expression on his face. The two didn’t bother to eat breakfast, it wasn’t that important and they never did anyways, and headed out to go to school. Their house was basically hidden from the naked eye but that was because they basically lived in the middle of a forest; though they still had a large empty area around them for their ‘yard’. It took them quite a bit longer than usual but they made it out of the forest and down the street, the school only a block away. No conversing was brought up between the two but they were used to it by now; there really wasn’t much to talk about in the morning since they knew just about everything else.
The school was in sight and Miharu picked up the pace, determined to make it in his classroom before his students did. It happened often but today would be the day when they wouldn’t beat him to it. And he was lucky because he entered the school, ignored the hellos, pulled his hat off when by a teacher, stuck it back on his head, and slipped into his classroom in record time. He looked around the classroom and not a single soul was in there. Yes! He did it! Giving himself a soundless round of applause, he moved over to his desk and took his seat, figuring he might as well rest now before the students came in. For some reason, they had a problem with him sitting down and teaching them. Was it really so bad? Could they not hear if they could not see him? How weird. He wondered what his brother was doing.
Yuki had just made it through the gates and had picked up his own pace just a bit so that he wouldn’t be late to his own class. A couple students passed him by but none of them said good morning to him, they knew him too well. He somehow managed to make lots of friends but he barely talked so how he did was a mystery to himself. Lost in his thoughts, he almost ran into a blonde-haired woman. He stopped just in time and quickly apologized before continuing on like nothing had happened. His only goal was to make it to his locker and class in time. Sadly, he had his brother as his first period teacher.
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Teacup Nao
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puppet master:
T e a c u p N a o
puppet:
Yuki Ataani
age:
Seventeen
Race:
Little Devil
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Gender:
Male
Power
I have many but you'll have to figure them out after a while
Likes:
- Drawing
- Reading
- Being left alone
- Flowers
- Singing
- Playing the piano
- Music in general
- Being different
- Taking pictures
- Games
dislikes:
- Being bothered
- Rudeness
- His brother sometimes
- People fearing him because of what he is
- People finding out he can play the piano
- Playing for others
- Being around too many people
- Feeling closed in, trapped, etc.
- The dark
- Chaos
personality :
He's a bit more quiet than what a lot of people like since he is almost a complete mute. He mainly talks to his brother and around his brother but he has problems talking to others. A lot of people call him a mystery because of that simple fact but if they would get to know him more he might just warm up to them. He can manipulate people quite easily, part of being a devil, and he can act 'cute' when he wants/needs something to be done. Besides that, most people don't know a lot about him.
bio:
Yuki was born second into the family and it wasn't as bad as many would think. he wasn't spoiled but all the pressure wasn't put on him because of his brother. He actually despised his brother at first and they hated each other so he was forced to go move out and live with his father for a little bit. It was a lot more fun than he thought it was going to be until... that happened. He didn't want to talk about it when he finally made it home but Miharu was there to support him the whole time until he finally came out and explained exactly what happened to their father. They grew closer after that and soon became best friends. Now, they live together and he eventually started attending the school Miharu is a teacher in.
dorm:
CHOU 1
picture:
Other:
He loves hanging out with his brother most of the time and they actually sleep together when certain things happen. They have a cute little kitten named Mijou and he seems to always find different ways to come with him to school. Now that he is in a dorm, he sneaks out to go stay with his brother sometime.
T e a c u p N a o
puppet:
Yuki Ataani
age:
Seventeen
Race:
Little Devil
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Gender:
Male
Power
I have many but you'll have to figure them out after a while
Likes:
- Drawing
- Reading
- Being left alone
- Flowers
- Singing
- Playing the piano
- Music in general
- Being different
- Taking pictures
- Games
dislikes:
- Being bothered
- Rudeness
- His brother sometimes
- People fearing him because of what he is
- People finding out he can play the piano
- Playing for others
- Being around too many people
- Feeling closed in, trapped, etc.
- The dark
- Chaos
personality :
He's a bit more quiet than what a lot of people like since he is almost a complete mute. He mainly talks to his brother and around his brother but he has problems talking to others. A lot of people call him a mystery because of that simple fact but if they would get to know him more he might just warm up to them. He can manipulate people quite easily, part of being a devil, and he can act 'cute' when he wants/needs something to be done. Besides that, most people don't know a lot about him.
bio:
Yuki was born second into the family and it wasn't as bad as many would think. he wasn't spoiled but all the pressure wasn't put on him because of his brother. He actually despised his brother at first and they hated each other so he was forced to go move out and live with his father for a little bit. It was a lot more fun than he thought it was going to be until... that happened. He didn't want to talk about it when he finally made it home but Miharu was there to support him the whole time until he finally came out and explained exactly what happened to their father. They grew closer after that and soon became best friends. Now, they live together and he eventually started attending the school Miharu is a teacher in.
dorm:
CHOU 1
picture:
Other:
He loves hanging out with his brother most of the time and they actually sleep together when certain things happen. They have a cute little kitten named Mijou and he seems to always find different ways to come with him to school. Now that he is in a dorm, he sneaks out to go stay with his brother sometime.
Teacup Nao
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puppet master:
T e a c u p N a o
puppet:
Miharu Ataani
Age:
T w e n t y - t w o
Gender:
M a l e
Power:
You'll find out~
Personality:
Cocky, arrogant, they usual things for being an older brother of someone just like him. He is a really nice guy, actually, and tends to get along with others but he also gets on other's nerves easily and that leads to him have quite a few enemies. If anything, he's personable but both ways. If he does not like someone he will be civil to them when in the presence of others but once those others are gone, he's a jerkoff. He gets annoyed easily as well as pissed but his anger takes a bit longer to get too. He has an act he puts in front of his students to make him seem like the kind and cool teacher but once the students are gone, back to being a big brother.
Bio:
Being born first and staying the only one for a while can make someone spoiled if their parents make them that way but Miharu wasn't spoiled; no. He was taught how to properly act, though it didn't stick with him for long, and eventually he had a little brother. At first, they didn't like each other and were at each other's throats [this being after Yuki was able ot get up and move around] so many fights and arguments arose. Their parents had an agreement that they would split up for only a couple years and keep the two separate but when Yuki returned after those two years, he was alone and he seemed...dead inside. Miharu found out shortly after that their father was dead and how was something he talked to Yuki after a while. They started to bond and became closer and ended up being best friends, which their mother was quite happy about. They moved out and lived together while Miharu went off to college for a while. He became a teacher after some time and now he goes to Seiyo High School and is their current music teacher.
Class or classes you are teaching:
Music
Appearance:
Other:
He has a younger brother named Yuki and they're a lot closer than a lot of brothers are. They live together and even share the same sleeping area sometimes depending on some circumstances. They own a pet cat named Mijou and it has traveled to school with Miharu some times but it seems it mainly finds it's way into Yuki's bookbag. He's a pretty strange guy, according to some, and he will get pissed if you try to steal his hat.
T e a c u p N a o
puppet:
Miharu Ataani
Age:
T w e n t y - t w o
Gender:
M a l e
Power:
You'll find out~
Personality:
Cocky, arrogant, they usual things for being an older brother of someone just like him. He is a really nice guy, actually, and tends to get along with others but he also gets on other's nerves easily and that leads to him have quite a few enemies. If anything, he's personable but both ways. If he does not like someone he will be civil to them when in the presence of others but once those others are gone, he's a jerkoff. He gets annoyed easily as well as pissed but his anger takes a bit longer to get too. He has an act he puts in front of his students to make him seem like the kind and cool teacher but once the students are gone, back to being a big brother.
Bio:
Being born first and staying the only one for a while can make someone spoiled if their parents make them that way but Miharu wasn't spoiled; no. He was taught how to properly act, though it didn't stick with him for long, and eventually he had a little brother. At first, they didn't like each other and were at each other's throats [this being after Yuki was able ot get up and move around] so many fights and arguments arose. Their parents had an agreement that they would split up for only a couple years and keep the two separate but when Yuki returned after those two years, he was alone and he seemed...dead inside. Miharu found out shortly after that their father was dead and how was something he talked to Yuki after a while. They started to bond and became closer and ended up being best friends, which their mother was quite happy about. They moved out and lived together while Miharu went off to college for a while. He became a teacher after some time and now he goes to Seiyo High School and is their current music teacher.
Class or classes you are teaching:
Music
Appearance:
Other:
He has a younger brother named Yuki and they're a lot closer than a lot of brothers are. They live together and even share the same sleeping area sometimes depending on some circumstances. They own a pet cat named Mijou and it has traveled to school with Miharu some times but it seems it mainly finds it's way into Yuki's bookbag. He's a pretty strange guy, according to some, and he will get pissed if you try to steal his hat.
Teacup Nao
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♥ Yukiro Oshi ♥
/♥/ Basics /♥/
NickNames: Yuki is about it and mute.
Seme or Uke: Uke
Appearance Age: Depends on you but I like to say around seveteen
Sexuality: Homosexual
Actual Age: 210
Username: Teacup Nao
Extras: I currently have no piercings even though people keep telling me to and I have no tattoos but I do tend to wear necklaces when I think it suits the outfit. Besides that, I do not.
/♥/ Detailed /♥/
Likes:
○ Trying out new thinsgs
○ Listening to all kinds of music; usually operas
○ Writing / Reading
○ Interesting things / people
○ Napping
○ Sleeping in
○ Games of any kind
○ Peace
○ Being left alone when I want to be
○ Heights
Dislikes:
○ Bullies
○ Being closed in
○ Most sources of fire
○ Cemetaries
○ Cameras
○ Most animals; especially cats
○ Being made fun of
○ Being interrupted or disturbed
○ Being taken advantage of
○ Tight places
Thoughts on Guests Coming: I'm a bit...excited? But at the same time I'm a bit afraid of what may happen because humans are the more understanding people. But I am fine with it.
Thoughts of other Models: I see them as my friends, some more than others, and after living with them all these years it's almost like we're one big disfunctional family but it's enjoyable.
Personality: I am what most people tend to call a ‘mute’ but I am very capable of speaking, I just don’t like to. No one but Ryouichi has ever heard me speak because I just really dislike talking; so I guess I am really a partial mute. I am a pretty laidback and kind person but just like any other person, I can get annoyed and angered. It really all depends on when you meet me. Doesn’t it seem a bit clichéd to ask someone what they act like if it is hard for them to describe themselves? Ah, that is another thing. I do have a bad habit of labeling people even if I have only known them for 10 minutes. If you are nice, I’ll deem you a good person, if you’re a jerk you’re an a*****e in my eyes. But, what can I do? I have always been taught not to speak unless spoken to first but that isn’t a problem with me. I am known to be ‘jumpy’ when someone so much as raises a hand [whether to possibly scratch their head or a high-five, whatever] I will jump. But that is just a bad habit that has haunted me from my past. Overall, I don’t think I can sufficiently explain my behavior.
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Quick Bio/History: [At leat 2 constructed paragraphs.]
/♥/ Extras /♥/
Favorite Instrument: My favorite would be the violin but I haven't a talent for it. I can, however, play the harp. But no one has had the chance to hear me so much as pluck a string.
Favorite Quote: "Those who have the ability to talk have the least amount of things to say."
Other: [You HAVE to fill this section in]
Crush: [You may leave this blank, N/A, etc.]
