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                                  Nora Malbury
                                  None, that I know of
                                  Ninteen; just got out in the world!
                                  8th of Autumn
                                  ʙɪʀᴛʜ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;
                                  I haven't really decided yet; can't really tell the difference between my attractions . . .
                                  150 lb. 'scuse you! I lost a lot recently!
                                  5 ft 4
                                  House 53; My dad likes to stay so far away from everything, it's a pain!
                                  Coffee house cook


                                  ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs;
                                  Marriage? Marriage! Oh, I don't think I'm attractive enough for such a thing . . . Although, it would be nice, wouldn't it. Someone there who doesn't care about my flaws. Yeah, that's a nice thought! Though, I really doubt there'd be anyone willing to put up with me. [/sigh] I mean, even though I don't offer much, I'm actually pretty high maintenance. They're going to have to put up with all my fears and want to take care of me, which I know is going to be hard to find, especially in this day and age, when everyone wants a girl who's adventurous and takes risks. Well, at least the brave types. Though, I guess if I find someone who doesn't mind a quiet life, I should be fine. But who's actually like that nowadays? And not many people are going to find my body type attractive, either. Well, the one I'm going to have now that I'm back home. Hm? Some requirements from me? Oh, who am I to ask? Hm . . . but if I had to say, maybe . . . someone tall! And this might be too much to ask, but I'd like someone affectionate as well, and likes to cuddle. I've never been in a relationship before, so I'm not really sure anything else I'd prefer.
                                  ❤ baking - especially cakes! I do a lot of baking at the coffee house
                                  ❤ mice - they're just so small cute~
                                  ❤ pastries and coffee - can't have one without the other
                                  ❤ jazz - especially edith piaf, a French artist. Goes great with the above
                                  ❤ perfume - vanilla is my favorite
                                  ❤ praise - makes me feel like I'm not screwing up for once
                                  ❤ heels, skirts and hats - dressing up makes me more confident!

                                  ♪ flowers - I like the red ones!
                                  ♪ love stories or gossip - I'll read them, but I'd rather be told
                                  ♪ animals - I'm okay with even bugs and spiders
                                  ♪ cleaning - eh, it's calming enough
                                  ♪ french speakers - s'il vous plaît~ I don't actually speak that much, though.
                                  ♪ barrettes - a small detail can make a surprisingly big difference

                                  ✘ yelling - please don't get to loud
                                  ✘ red meats - they don't sit well in my stomach. Ugh.
                                  ✘ colds - again, ugh. and I get them a lot, too . . .
                                  ✘ rain - makes me feel sickly, hence the above
                                  ✘ being picked on - oh, I get enough of that back at home! Hmph.
                                  ✘ being useless - eheh, sorry . . .
                                  ✘ working out - don't judge me!

                                  Can I just put . . . everything? Well, here are some big ones:
                                  ☠ loud noises - screaming or thunder are the worse of this kind
                                  ☠ failure - this happens a lot for me. Too much, actually
                                  ☠ poverty - I'll probably end up there, at the rate I'm going
                                  ☠ getting jumped, mugged, house broken into - even if Aurora's a pretty safe place, I keep a bunch ☠ of locks on my doors and peperspray handy
                                  ☠ being hated - I'm probably on this path, too. I know I'm a difficult person . . .
                                  ☠ being burned - yes, I know, ironic since I work in a kitchen
                                  Oh, do I really have to list them all?


                                  Oh golly, you're not really interested in this, are you? Come on, you're not going to like me if I tell you everything about myself! I'm sorry, I'm just a bit panicky, okay? Fine, very panicky. I don't know how it happened since my family is generally laid back. Guess there just had to be one of us. But I digress. I can turn anything into a bad situation, I can mess anything up . . . I guess I'm just not a really fun person to be around, especially when I'm on edge. Push me too far? My neurotic side comes out and I'm a complete mess. Crying and ranting from here all the way to next Tuesday, barely even giving myself a chance to breathe. So don't test me, because when I get like that, I prove my tendency to accidentally ignore people. I don't mean to! It's just sometimes my thoughts get so rampant I can't really hear you. Of course, that happened when I'm focused or spacing out, too, so just give me a tap (or a shake) if I don't respond. Ugh, all this is just breathing proof of how difficult I am . . . Can I really say anything good about myself? Well, I guess I can give myself that I always try to keep the best intentions. My dad says I have a good heart, if that's worth anything. I know I do try to think of others more than myself and be humble . . . but that's how it should be, since there isn't really much I deserve, right? I mean, I'm not smart, talented at anything, I have little common sense . . . but, maybe a little compassion and patience for people could make up for that?

                                  Well, for one thing, I was actually born in England, but my mother was French and my father was American . . . yeah, it's a little confusing. They'd both gone to Cambridge to study writing, where they met their senior year, and fell in love. Dad was working to be a journalist, while my mother, so I'm told, was working to be a professor. I ended up being an accident though, born out of wedlock. Heh, oh well, they loved me anyways, so I guess that's good for me. They were married a moth after my birth, and it seemed like we were going to be a happy family!

                                  Sadly, my mother ended up passing away in a car crash. I was only about twenty months old, not even two, so I don't remember a thing about her, so I can't really say I miss her. Guess it's something I kind of regret, though; Dad shows me pictures of her and she was really pretty, long black, curly hair, and dark eyes, while I somehow look like my dad.

                                  Anyways, after that, my dad said he had to get away from the city and all the cars, because it reminded him too much of mom, so we ended up moving to this quaint little town, where I was really raised. Aurora was were I took my first steps and spoke my first words, so this is more like my birth home. Anyways, even though my dad managed to get away from the city, he ended up being something of a recluse, and still seldom leaves the house when it's not to get groceries or run errands.

                                  So, as I was raised here, home schooled in that little house on the outskirts with just my father, I still managed to take a little of my mother from the grave, and my heritage on her side along with her, since my grandparents came to visit a lot. Grandmama was the one who gave me a love for baking actually! Because she spoke little English and I spoke little French, we always had a hard time communicating, but that didn't seem to matter when she was teaching me her recipes. Those were probably the only lessons I really retained well.

                                  Um . . . on that subject, remember when I said I was home schooled? Home schooled kids are supposed to be, like super smart right? Heh, wrong. I'm a dunce and I can't deny it. I suppose it didn't help that my dad, when he's not teasing me about it, has little patience for showing me things over and over. Most of the time he ended up just saying I learned something just so we could move on. I didn't realize what sort of impact this would have on me until I moved away to attend college . . . and flunked out after a month. Oh, it was a tragedy! I was so embarrassed when I came back home. But, no one really said anything, at least not to my face, and those that did just suggested that maybe college just isn't for me. I like that explanation well enough! So I decided to go into the work force, working with what I love: food!


                                  ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ;
                                  Despite being pretty neurotic at times and panicking a lot, she's sound of mind.
                                  ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ;
                                  She does get colds very easily but other than that, she doesn't have any health problems. Before going off to college she was actually pretty darn chubby, but ended up loosing a lot of weight because of all the stress she was under. Though, now, she's starting to gain it all back . . .


                                  Don't be fooled by how dumb she seems; she's actually really observant. She'll notice if you're trying to hide something, and I'll be darned if she's not able to figure out what it is! Oh that same note, she's a surprisingly deep thinker. She can't solve problems, but she can certainly lay out the whole maze for you.
                                  ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ;
                                  Curus - Pop'n Cafe Music Version
                                  Padam Padam - Edith Piaf
                                  La Vie en Rose - Louis Armstrong
                                  Moonsetter - Homestuck Vol. 9

                                  A little white mouse named Baguette that stays in a cage at the other end of her room.
                                  ☀Father, Richard Malbury - he's a hermit, he picks on me all the time, he's messy, he's not very polite, he sleeps all the time . . . and he's my absolute best friend.
                                  ☀Late mother, Charlotte Malbury - she was really pretty, from what I can see from the pictures . . . I mean, I don't really know much about her and I remember absolutely nothing from when I was a toddler, so I can't say that I miss her or anything, but there's a strange feeling I get, looking at her pictures, knowing she was my mom. It's ridiculous I guess.
                                  ☀Insane Aunt and Uncle, Milly and Frank - my dad's sister-in-law and brother, they come and stay at our house a lot. I guess it's nice that Aunt Milly helps do the housework but they've . . . got a few screws loose. Uncle Frank can be a bit of a klepto . . .
                                  ☀Grandparents, Grandmama Carman and Grandpapa Milord - I love them! Grandpapa is so much fun, and has so many stories! My Grandmama doesn't speak English, though, but she's so sweet and takes care of me very well, almost like she was my mom. I wish they came as often as my Aunt and Uncle.

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She'd been standing in front of the mirror for a few good minutes now, just staring. Her hair was
tousled--well, more tousled than usual--her eyes were dark with bags, and she felt like she'd
been hit with a train. She felt more tired now than when she went to sleep,and that must have
been at least eight hours ago.

Last night was horrible.

Whatever dream that broke her spirits has long since faded and it was pissing her off. Was her
mind just going to give her hell and then refuse to offer her any answers? It felt like a memory
had been robbed from her, or at the very least hijacked, but something was different. Something
didn't feel right. There wasn't a hole in her head so much as there was a square peg trying to fill a
round space.

Rosie only felt more uneasy with herself when she jumped at the sound of a text, then turned her
stomach at the sight of who sent it. Yes, something was definitely wrong, but what was it? It was
almost hard to remember how she was supposed to act. Would it be out of character to reply to
the text or not? Did she normally even bother to check her phone?

Ah, she remembers that, she usually lets one of her friends tell her the plans to her face, as she
has a bad habit of neglecting her social media and technology. That was it. So then . . . when
was Ludo or Raleigh to come and tell her to head to Rando Diner? Why did she feel just so . . .
out of the loop? Upset with them? Detached from them?

She was just going to have to ignore it.

Opting to throw on something from off her floor (making sure it didn't smell) and just head on over
to the meeting place without replying, she shot herself one last look at the mirror. A hand shot up
to smooth her frazzled hair down weakly, but it didn't make too much of a difference.

Relief washed over her when she came through the diner entrance, the bell on the door
announcing her arrival, and her worries melted to see them all there. Mischief had already begun
apparently, judging by Ludo's expression, and there wasn't a hint of malice in the air. She was
being ridiculous, thinking too hard. Why would these guys ever want to turn on her.

"Sup nerds," she greeted them in an unmistakably groggy voice. She slipped into the booth next
to Raleigh, motioning to him to make sure to not sweeten the coffee too much. Dang, she should
have gotten there earlier, he'd already taken it over. Her hand when back into her hair, messing
with a wad of tangled on the side of her head, working out the kinks absentmindedly. "Goddamn I
can't even tell if I'm hungry or not. Mr. Vice better not have some impromptu mission for his merry
band of garbage kids today."
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                            While there were still outside vendors in town, the people of Moonlit had a habit of sweeping their
                            little ghost situations under the rug. Maybe it was pride, maybe they didn't want to scare off those
                            valuable assets for good, maybe they just plain didn't like the attention, but business was slow
                            and Celia could feel each minute ebb on and away with nothing to do but sit and wait.

                            She'd already finished her third book that season. It wasn't much different from the others––fun,
                            interesting, but quickly forgotten about––and she was doubtful she was going to buy a new one
                            any time soon. There had to be something else to fill in that empty slot of time between hectic
                            house calls and tent-based channelings that ranged from anticlimactic to downright bust. She
                            was running low on cash and sanity; who knows which would run out first.

                            There was the option of breaking out her tarot cards again. They'd aways been there, in her bag,
                            ready for when she needed something on the side. Ten bucks a reading, nothing lost . . . nothing
                            gained. The only thing keeping her at this point is that she just didn't feel right doing those things.
                            Sure, fate dictated the cards, but she had to fill in all the gaps through cold readings.
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                      FULL NAME: Kaede Fujiwara
                      DOB: 17, March year (16)
                      GENDER: female
                        It was only a month after her brother's wedding that they lost their parents. Despite her insistence that she was old enough to try and live on her own at 14, he convinced her to move in with him and his wife. And only a few months after that, her sister-in-law discovered she was pregnant. Determined to not be a burden, Kaede's taken up the job of caring for her nephew so his mother doesn't have to quit her job, and although she still attends school from time to time, she considers herself a drop-out, since she's missed so many days to watch over the infant. One thing she's discovered about her babysitting job is that it left her with a surprising amount of free time that confines her to the apartment, and started playing Future Sphere to combat her boredom.

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                      ROLE: archer
                        The only reason she bothers to level up her character is because she needs to be able to defeat the monsters in the deeper parts of the dungeons. That's where the best loot is!! Treasure hunting is her niche in Future Sphere, and boy if she doesn't take pride in her work. The only problem is she's a bit of a hoarder, and holds on to all these exclusive items (that aren't even really they good concerning their stats) with nothing to use them for, as well as refusing to sell them. Recently, anything she knows she doesn't care enough about has been used to bribe much stronger characters into helping her out on her quests.
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                                                  Robin [ Yvette ] Nouveau
                                                  meek morbid clever

                                                  Nickname(s): None that she knows of
                                                  Age: 20
                                                  Gender: Female
                                                  Sexuality: pansexual

                                                        Flowers ❧ "Obvious, no? People become flowers when they die, you know."
                                                        Death ❧ "As an idea, I think it's beautiful. I certainly don't wish for it, for myself or anyone else, but I respect it."
                                                        Bugs ❧ "They're darling little things, and many are very good for plants. I never understood why people start to squeal at the sight of an itsy-bitsy spider."
                                                        Clovers ❧ "I like to weave them into my hair when I'm bored. It's sad to watch them wither, tho . . . "
                                                        Pale Colors ❧ "Most of my wardrobe is muted. I don't think I own anything black outside of a funeral dress."
                                                        Sunshowers ❧ "They say that when it rains while the sun's out, the devil's beating his wife. I still think they're pretty tho."
                                                        Teas ❧ "You wouldn't expect someone with as many plants as I to not know a thing or two about making tea blends~"
                                                        Light breezy clothes ❧ "They're comfortable and so pretty~"
                                                        Stories ❧ "I'm pretty easy to entertain, and I'm told I'm a good listener."
                                                        Comfort Food ❧ "My mother left me a legacy of delicious recipes to cure home sickness, rainy days, the common cold, you name it."
                                                        Clouds ❧ "I wonder if people still lay down and watch them pass by like when they were kids."


                                                        People killing bugs ❧ "Cruel!! Thoughtless! They're tiny harmless things and you bully them because you're bigger!!"
                                                        Being touched (excessively) ❧ "Um, would you please keep your hands to yourself?"
                                                        Pressure ❧ "I do not like to feel stressed out, it's not good for my health. So please back off."
                                                        Visiting the hospital/doctor ❧ "Nothing against him personally, I just prefer to take care of myself, and I dis/yellinglike putting drugs into my body . . ."
                                                        Disorderliness ❧ "It's not excruciatingly hard to keep things neat you know!"
                                                        Loudness/yelling ❧ "I'm a naturally quiet person, and I realize you might not be the same way, but is it too much to ask for you to keep your voice down?"
                                                        Violence ❧ "Oh, there's just no need for it . . . "
                                                        Large crowds ❧ "I can get a bit claustrophobic sometimes."


                                                        The dark ❧ "My home as a child was usually very dark . . . you can imagine why I took it upon myself to let a little light in."
                                                        Being trapped and alone ❧ "When you spend a couple of weeks lying in bed all day with no one else at home, it starts to get to you."
                                                        Loosing her virginity ❧ "This is probably due to the fact that I simply can't wrap my head around the idea of . . . ahem, intimacy."
                                                        Heights ❧ "Hey, flowers were meant to stay on the ground you know."

                                                  Marriage Requirements:

                                                        Before you even consider asking Robin, you have to be someone very special; if she doesn't let you touch her, you're out of the question. That should be the first thing you take into account.

                                                        One thing that should be noted about little Robin is that she's never, never been in anything close to a relationship. She barely had any friends past a casual invitation to a classmate's birthday party or a study group in school. This is the first time in her life she's ever had the necessity of socializing, let along an opportunity to fall in love. So one thing that's going to be asolutely necessarry is patience. She doesn't know anything about herself, her wants, even her ideals, so just let her figure those things out before she can get to serious and things should go normally. Even that little fear she has of loosing her virginity should subside (she's actually not as much of a prude as she may seem), but with time.

                                                        Part of the reason Robin had a hard time getting close to people in the past is her personality. She's glum and meek, two things people are either turned off by or feel some irrisistable urge to change. Neither are things she blames people for, but she doesn't particularly find favor with them. The latter especially, though she will admit it's usually only out of good nature. But well intentioned or not, she'd rather be accepted for who she is. Within a relationship? You'd better love her, not in spite of, but because of who she is. You don't have to love every part of her, but you'd better not try to change her.

                                                        Despite how much of a downer she is, Robin is surprisingly family-oriented. She wants to be as good a parent as her parents were to her. You should be willing to have children, adopted or not. She also finds financial security and emotional stability to be very, very important. You should be about to tease and play around, because yes, even she likes to have fun, but never, ever push her. She's a lot more fragile to people she lets herself be vulnerable with.

                                                        Only two more things. If you ever betray her trust, she'll drop you in a second.

                                                        Lastly . . . offer her a white opal ring like a lady/gentlemen, and a soft, loving kiss to seal the deal. Once she's yours, she's yours.

                                                  Birthday: 7th of Spring
                                                  Occupation: Florist
                                                  Residence: House #30


                                                        Despite her sunny, delicate looks, Robin is very much a gloomy girl. Even when she smiles, there's always a melancholy air about her, and she's always sighing with a far off look in her eyes. There's not particular significance or reason for this, that's just the way she is. It doesn't help that she's incredibly pessimistic, often complaining about how "this sunny weather isn't bound to last!" or "oh, if this sunny weather lasts we'll all get sunburn." Yup, there's no winning with her. But the stranger thing is that she somehow manages to maintain quite a bit of humor and wit. A lot of the time, whether it's on purpose or not, she manages to make these awful downer thoughts a joke. She's usually good for a laugh, and maybe that's why her gloomy outlook hasn't driven everyone off. Her way with words is just one of the ways her clever side shines through.

                                                        One thing Robin doesn't like it physical contact: she's very touchy. A simple handshake is fine, but no hugs, no kisses please. You have to be very, very close with her to win that privilege, and it goes along with her habit of having a hard time trusting people, which even and get to the point of dishonesty. That doesn't mean she isn't affectionate, however. She just shows it in different ways. Her helpful nature is one of those ways; she loves to take care of people, at least for necessities. She's very gentle, and deals with people's emotions carefully, even with her tendency to be a downer and a tease. She's a pushover, letting the stronger personalities drag her around. This part of her nature also makes it hard for her to say no to doing people favors, but that's not too much of a problem, since she's pretty generous to begin with.


                                                        Robin was a pretty lonely child. She was only five when her father passed away; he was an affectionate man, gentle and hard working, while her mother had been a fiery and strong young woman, until the accident took her husband. Both of them were deeply affected by the loss, but more so Mrs. Nouveau, the widow, whose fire seemed to flicker and die when the love of her life never came home from work. The woman did her best to be as good a mother as her late husband was a father; she'd answer calming and lovingly when her daughter ask where daddy was despite her discomfort, hold her child in the night when the thunderstorms came, help her with homework, and worked hard at her job to make enough money to support them both. But all the strain on her to be just like her husband, who she was almost nothing like in mannerism, didn't go unnoticed by her daughter, who felt guilty when she realized that stress was pretty much her fault.

                                                        Aside from a strained relationship with her mother, Robin didn't have too many friends, since she was home from school a lot with some sort of illness. She was an only child, and eventually, her mother began to work more and more, leaving the sickly girl alone in the house most of the time. It was always a very quite place, with not many windows, and dark, muted walls. Being in there all alone made her uneasy, so Robin spent most of her time outside. She began to garden, when she wasn't sick at least, and hearing that talking to plants made them grow, she told them all her worries: how the winds may come, knock them over and kill them; how she was sure no one liked her and everyone judged her; how if she choked on a lollipop, no one would be around to save her and the headline about her death would be ridiculous. Sometimes she'd just sit in front of her plants and sigh, not sure what to talk about.

                                                        Those plants did grow, beautifully, and before they started to wilt, Robin collected them all in bouquets. She had a knack for arranging them, and so their home was almost always filled with flowers. Robin would collect bugs and keep them in jars, roam the woods near her house until she didn't care about the ticks or the scares on her feet or the leaves in her hair, and whenever it was too cold or rainy to go out, she'd clean the house top to bottom. As time moved on, so did her mother from her grief. Work would become much less of a priority, and the two of them spent more time together. Her daughter's gloominess seemed a little problematic to her, but she was a proud parent.

                                                        But only a few years after their relationship was rekindled, Robin's mother passed away in an accident. Robin was eighteen at the time, and already very independent, so she sold the house and moved away. She was strangely optimistic about her mother's passing, saying that she was glad her mother and father were together again, but after finally having someone besides flowers and crickets to talk to, an intense loneliness came over her. Eventually she made her way to the island, which was a beautiful and peaceful place to live, bought a house, and began to work at the flower shop. Since then, she'd trying to been building relationships, making a good living, and searching for happiness. She'll probably always be the gloomy girl in white, but as long as she finds people who accept her, she'll be satisfied.

                                                  What more is there to say?:

                                                        ❧ Robin gets sick very easily. She doesn't like to go to the doctors office, nor does she like anyone to know she's sick at all, so she'll usually just take off work without giving much of an explanation if she's given the chance.

                                                        ❧ She loves loves loves to take care of people when they are sick, however.

                                                        ❧ During her time alone at home, she learned to play the piano. She hasn't played in a long time, but she knows some very pretty songs and wouldn't mind the chance to learn more.

                                                        ❧ She's very superstitious. Do not question her and do /not/ illegitimize her superstitions.

                                                        ❧ She likes to keep bugs in jars and takes good care of them.

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                                                        Love theme
                                                        Heartbreak theme

                                                  Pulling the strings: cl0ckw0rk-mari0nette
                                                  xxxx❖ ❖ ❖

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