Post and I will hang you by your entrails. :B

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xxxxxxx S h a l l i t e l l y o u a Ѕтøяy?• • • •
A sтøяy in which I am the HERO/HEROINE_________Remove whichever gender your character isn't
[ x ] [ x ]



ℑt started with a N A M E . . .
xxxxi n s e r t n a m e h e r exxxx

Though Ѕømε called me__________
Insert any nicknames here. If you wish, you may explain why they have these nicknames, but it isn't a requirement.

_______i'm øℓdεя than you'll ever know
Your character's age written out. Keep in mind that this is a high school of sorts, so everyone except the Puppetmaster should be between the ages of fourteen and nineteen. He should be somewhere between the ages of nineteen and twenty-four.

xxxxxxxx Cøℓøя my нεaя†
What is your character's sexuality?

they would bøw døwn and stare in wøndεя xxxxxx
Is your character a human or a vampire?

______no quest lacks a яεasøn
Humans: What is your occupation?
Vampires: Why have you come to this place?

øncε upøn a timε. . . .

______they always said to watch my Tεmpεя
This is where your personality goes. Please, I want at least two paragraphs, but you are more than welcome to get as detailed and in-depth as possible.


my lifε was no faiяytalε_______
Your history. Three paragaphs minimum but longer is most appreciated.

xxxxxxxThey had many talεnts

_____a blεssing
Likes/hobbies.
List them!
Bullets preferably
And you're welcome to add explanations
As to why they like those things.
5+.

xxxxxA cuяsε
Dislikes/fears.
List them!
Bullets preferably
And you're welcome to add explanations
as to why they hate these things.
5+

xxxxxxit is a talε før thε agεs . . . .

sing me that hεaяtfεlt søngxxxxxxx
Your character's theme song(s). I'll allow more than one but if you seriously have more than four songs then please just make a playlist for free on playlist.com so we can go there to look.


Cøℓøя the sky
Posting colors. At least two, but no more than four..please?

so how does the story end?
Well...
that's up tø Yøu . . . . .


U S E R N A M E H E R E

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xxxxxxx S h a l l i t e l l y o u a Ѕтøяy?• • • •
A sтøяy in which I am the HERO_________
[ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]



ℑt started with a N A M E . . .
xxxxAdin Keane Rousseauxxxx
"Ancient Red Fire"

Though Ѕømε called me__________
My Lady - This is a pun on my 'title' at the school. Try calling me this, I dare you. I will find a foil and stab you in the eye with it. The only person who can say that he has ever successfully gotten away with calling me this is the King.

I really would prefer it if you just called me by name. There's less room for agitation there.

_______i'm øℓdεя than you'll ever know
Nineteen - it is my final year at this godforsaken place.

Blue xxxxxxxxi s the Cøℓøя o f m y нεaя†
A rose color that signifies the unattainable..how utterly foolish.

they would bøw døwn and stare in wøndεя xxxxxx
I am the..Queen. Ugh..of all the degrading titles..

______no quest lacks a яεasøn
The power to grant miracles..tch. I have long ceased believing in such things. However, supposing it is true..I would seek that power to bring my brother back to me.

øncε upøn a timε. . . .

______they always said to watch my Tεmpεя
This is where your personality goes. Please, I want at least two paragraphs, but you are more than welcome to get as detailed and in-depth as possible.


my lifε was no faiяytalε_______
Your history. Three paragaphs minimum but longer is most appreciated.

xxxxxxxThey had many talεnts.....

_____a blεssing
Likes/hobbies.
List them!
Bullets preferably
And you're welcome to add explanations
As to why they like those things.
5+.

xxxxxA cuяsε
Dislikes/fears.
List them!
Bullets preferably
And you're welcome to add explanations
as to why they hate these things.
5+

. . . and many friεnds

xxxxxxkeep your friεnds close. . .
List the relationships with people they like, Or at least the people who they might get along with. Since these profiles are all going into separate pages maintained by you alone, you can update these as more people join.


and your εnεmiεs closerxxxxxxx
List the relationships with people they don't like. Or at least people who they probably wouldn't get along with. As with the friend list, you can update this section as more people join the roleplay.

xxxxxxit is a talε før thε agεs . . . .

sing me that hεaяtfεlt søngxxxxxxx
Linkin Park -- -- Leave out All the Rest

Daisuke Ishiwatari -- -- Holy Orders(Be Just or be Dead)


Cøℓøя the sky
When my TIME comes, FORGET the wrong that I've DONE...

so how does the story end?
Well...
that's up tø Yøu . . . . .


C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

I ' V E W O R K E D S O H A R D , I ' V E G O T T E N N O W H E R E
the white snow falls(I CANNOT SEE)
on my black heart(IN FRONT OF ME)
S A Y I T T O M E I N A W A Y T H A T I C A N U N D E R S T A N D




Adin Rousseau

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Do not go G E N T L Y into that good N I G H T.
RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.

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I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

james emery howell

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H A V E I F O U N D Y O U ? jealous, weeping O R L O S T Y O U ?

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

the white snow falls(I CANNOT SEE)
on my black heart(IN FRONT OF ME)
S A Y I T T O M E I N A W A Y T H A T I C A N U N D E R S T A N D




Adin Rousseau

Perhaps it was because he had gone for an entire summer without being in contact with his friend, but Adin was finding himself much more easily embarassed by Ryo than he remembered. Perhaps it was the fact that he had grown comfortable with the peace and quiet he could get at home with his adoptive parents. Although..at times, it had been too quiet. If Adin were not so determined to hang on to his pride, perhaps one could say that he had been..lonely over the summer, without any of his friends. Unfortunately, Adin -was- determined to hang on to his pride.

He did, admittedly, dislike the professionalism that his parents used with him..particularly his father. His mother at least offered some lingering sentiments of affection. Where his father would immediately inquire as to whether or not he was overachieving in his studies, his mother would at least ask him how his friends were. Part of him resented that, but the other part of him soaked up that affection like a sponge. Then again, sometimes he worried that he was going to forget his real parents..or that he would forget about finding his brother again.

The Queen kept his thoughts on his brother, his adoptive parents, the solitude he'd had over the summer, trying to find comfort in it so he could simply stop listening to Ryo's voice. He had ceased squirming against his friend's grip; it didn't work, and it only made him more frustrated. Now, it was simply a matter of once again gaining and maintaining his cool. Adin wanted nothing more than to go back to that solitude he had over the summer. He didn't have to think about the duels, the fencing team, that grin that Ryo always gave him at the most inopportune moments....

Damn it all.

He could feel the heat rising on his face, even more than it already had been. It wasn't helping him calm back down, and the King really only made it worse. Ryo kept holding onto him more tightly as he spoke, until he had pulled the Queen into a hug. That only made Adin's embarassment rise even more. It wasn't the hug, necessarily; although he could put on a front of agitation at such a gesture from anyone, he didn't really mind it from his friends. No, what was embarassing him was the fact that Ryo apparently did not have as much self-control as he would have liked to give the King credit for. No..he knew that Ryo had just as much self-control as he gave him credit for. Maybe it was because he had..neglected his friend over the summer. He wasn't about to feel guilty about that, but he was willing to relax a bit. It was a very miniscule amount, something that he didn't think that anyone but the person with their arm around him would notice.

Adin was still trying to ignore Ryo's voice when Jae ran off. Well, that cut out a good twenty percent of the sanity present. Unfortunately, he chose to start paying attention right as the King mentioned sweets. Funny how Ryo could always make his self-control waver with one comment. And as his friend said something about craving vanilla before giving him some sort of..conspiratorial wink, Adin felt any of the calmness he'd managed to build back up slip away. The only thing keeping him from snapping and throttling the King was the fact that it would be Loris who would have to pry him away. As the Queen had the utmost respect for his other friend(and the fact that he was going to have to deal with the Princess), he was going to hold his tongue. Besides, Ryo would enjoy it more if he got angry. When he was calm in the face of his friend's shenanigans, it had the potential to annoy the King. He knew that..and no one could tell him that he couldn't play the game just as well as his best friend.

So, Adin took a breath, forcing his agitation back down..for now. "I don't like sweets." If he was going to lose the game completely, then he was going to make it as difficult for Ryo as possible. That was simply how it worked; they were fire and ice, after all.

"But if that's what you would prefer, then it doesn't matter to me."

YOU BLUE ROSE

I'LL BE STANDING ON THE MOON WHILE YOU'RE STANDING ON THE GROUND

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

XXFIRSTXXMIDDLEXXLASTXX
[[Insert a quote and any extra pictures you may have of your character here. Put the pictures in url form though, please..]]

>> i AM your SUGAR<<

i don't WANT to be a legend ---->.)
nicknames, please. If your character goes by a nickname more than their actual name, then please say so.



i'm older than you'll EVER be ---->.)
Age, please.

i've been DEAD a thousand years ---->.)
Birthday, and their western zodiac sign.

i fall in LOVE for a night ---->.)
Sexuality?

just SWAY with me ---->.)
Two things go here. First, do they prefer Standard or Latin? Secondly, what's their favorite type of dance?




>> i AM your CREAM<<



and candy SWEET faces ---->.)
Height-- How tall are they? You can use inches, centimeters, feet, meters..whichever you prefer
Weight-- How much do they weigh? Pounds or kilograms; whichever you perfer.
Hair-- Color and Style
Eye Color--
Ethnicity-- What is their race? You can get specific with their heritage, if you choose.
Tattoos-- Do they have any? Lets hear about 'em!
Piercings-- If they have any piercings, then tell us where they are.
Other-- Any scars? Birthmarks? is there a particular part of their body that their appearance flaunts?

>>.OBSESSION
Likes.
At least three.
Bullets please.

>>.REJECTION
Dislikes.
At least three.
Bullets please.

>>.QUAKING
Fears.
At least two.
Bullets please.

>> i AM your worst NIGHTMARE<<

everyone has BECOME my enemy ---->.)
Personality. Three paragraphs at least.

i'm gonna BLAME it on you ---->.)
History. At least two good paragraphs, please. Longer is welcomed.

>> NOW SCREAM<<

beauty in the PAIN ---->.)
Post colors. At least two, please.

sing LOUD and clear ---->.)
Theme song(s). Lyrics(a link) and the actual song(a link).

Username

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xxxxxxx S h a l l i t e l l y o u a Ѕтøяy?• • • •
A sтøяy in which I am the HEROINE_________
[ x ] [ x ]



ℑt started with a N A M E . . .
xxxxMarie Adelaide Delaunayxxxx

Though Ѕømε called me__________
Adelle: This was a sort of nickname that I got in Chicago as a vaudevillian, and it somehow stuck. If I introduce myself to anyone, I introduce myself as Adelle Delaunay. It has been years since someone called me Marie.

Swan: My sire gave me this nickname, as a sort of pet name when I was a courtesan. I do not accept it when others call me this, so don't bother.

_______i'm øℓdεя than you'll ever know
Which age would you like? I stopped growing older at the age of twenty-four. By common mathematics, I am 288 years old.

xxxxxxxx Cøℓøя my нεaя†
I am a lover of beauty, and someone's sex or..species matters very little to me. However, even if you are beautiful, don't expect me to linger.

they would bøw døwn and stare in wøndεя xxxxxx
I am a vampire. I was changed in Paris, France, in the year 1746.

______no quest lacks a яεasøn
Humans: What is your occupation?
Vampires: Why have you come to this place?

øncε upøn a timε. . . .

______they always said to watch my Tεmpεя
This is where your personality goes. Please, I want at least two paragraphs, but you are more than welcome to get as detailed and in-depth as possible.


my lifε was no faiяytalε_______
What would you like to know? I became a vampire in 1746, six days after my twenty-fourth birthday. There are vampires older than I am; my sire was one of them. If you think me well-educated..that was a product of my upbringing. However, we'll discuss this later.

I was born on December 29, 1721, in Paris. My parents..no, my father, was someone who was of no consequence to me; I was an illegitimate child, so I never saw him. My mother, however, was a different story. I suppose she had delusions of grandeur, and she was determined to make certain that someday, I would rule over the heart of a king. From a young age, she took control of my studies; I could recite plays by heart, I could paint, I was a charming singer, and an excellent dancer. As I mentioned earlier, my genteel nature was a product of my upbringing. She raised me to have the refined grace of a noble woman, fit for the courts of our king.

Perhaps it was part of her plan for me to become a courtesan.

When I was but seventeen, my mother died. She had steadily been growing more ill for several months, and I believe that she knew that she was going to die. She also knew that, when she died, I would be cast out on the streets to live as a peasant. A month before she died, she introduced me to a dashing man who went by Jean-Baptiste Delaunay. He was wealthy, although I never knew or bothered to ask how, and he had shown some interest in meeting me. She knew that to have a wealthy benefactor would mean that I would be taken care of, and she made certain that he was absolutely smitten with me before she died. And when left for the next life, he made me his mistress. It was he who helped me procure my status, who helped me gradually come into the inner circles of the court via my..'illicit relationships' with various men of nobility. However, time after time, I came to him; I was his friend, his confidante, his lover. And all the while, he kept the greatest secret of all from me.

It was he who arranged a marriage between myself and Comte Guillaume de La Vallière, for but one reason. He planned on fulfilling my mother's wish for me to 'win the heart of a king'; I could not become the king's mistress without a royal title. However, I never got the chance to meet the end of that plan. When I was twenty-four, I took to my bed with an illness, shortly after my marriage with Guillaume was consummated. The doctors told my husband that it was consumption, and I was too far gone for anyone to do anything except make me comfortable. I hated it, being confined to a bed, but after a time, I no longer cared. I was content to let myself die, at the age of twenty-four. I would be no mistress to the king, I would have no family,

However, Jean-Baptiste had other ideas.

One night, after I had simply given up on fighting my illness, Jean-Baptiste Delaunay came to me in the night. It struck me as odd, but, then again, he had often visited me by the light of the moon when I was younger. I was -still- young, barely turned twenty-four, and I was going to die. I only remember a small part of that night. I remember but one phrase that came from his lips, but I remember the feel of his hands, cold against my shoulders as he parted my robes, as well as his lips against my neck. "Happy Birthday, my swan." I can remember his voice, but not the sweet nothings he whispered in my ear before he placed his fangs at my neck. I remember that first pin-p***k of pain as those fangs sank into my throat. And then, my world went black.

When I awoke, I was consciously aware of the fact that I was no longer hurting. On the contrary, I felt more 'alive' than I ever had; everything was vivid, bathed in a strange new light. Jean was there as well. He explained to me what had happened; in order to prevent my death, he had turned me into something that would never be plagued by illness or old age. He had changed me into a vampire, in order to save my life. After that, I stayed with him for over fifty years. We only lingered in Paris long enough for me to learn the hunt, and then we moved on. From Vienna, to London, to America to watch their evolution into a nation all their own, he and I were there. I was happy, staying with him, although he often told me that it had to end. And it did end.

December 31st, 1799. I can remember that night clearly. We had settled into New Orleans, for however brief a time. I woke up that evening, only a few hours before the turn of the century. When I did, my sire..no, my lover was gone. He had taught me everything that I needed to know to survive in my life. Jean-Baptiste Delaunay had turned me because he had been smitten with something about me, be it my looks or the way I acted in the presence of other people. I suppose he thought that my death would have been a waste; In these years, my body would have become naught but dust in a grave meant to console my long-since dead husband. I had been alive long enough to know that what he'd felt for me was probably little more than fascination, and the fact that he had kept me around as his lover for fifty-four years was quite an accomplishment. I greeted the new century, one I would have never been able to see otherwise, alone.

With nothing to go on, I couldn't try to follow and find him again. So, I continued to wander, and for a while, I hoped that I would find him again. However, after some time, the man who sired me became nothing more than a distant memory, a closed chapter in my life. I kept moving, until I found myself back in Paris. It had changed from my days in the city, and it no longer felt like my home. I no longer -had- a home. However, I lingered there for a few years, perhaps in the hope that I could find something that would link me to the others of my race. It was in the summer of 1906, ten years after I had returned to Paris, that I finally found what I was looking for. A coven of vampires. After all of those years, seeing no other vampires save for the one who had sired me, I had found what I was looking for.

I could not stay in the Paris underground as they did for long, but I tried. We gave off the pretenses of beings with more noble blood, for as long as we could. However, times were changing, and the idea of nobility was fading fast. I remained in Paris for six more years, until April of 1912. By then, I had a strange desire to return to the Americas..no..the "United States", they were called now. It would be my first trip back there in over a century. I heard of a ship that was called 'unsinkable', and I purchased a ticket for it's maiden voyage. I was interested, in a way, to see how the forces of nature could collapse this ship and prove its makers wrong. And I did get to see it. I was there when that ship sank beneath the icy blackness of the Atlantic, and I took advantage of the chaos to satiate myself. I never thought I would die; I could swim all the way to the United States if I had to, but I was put into a lifeboat with women who were cold enough to match even my own naturally icy skin.

"Hello, swan."

Perhaps, in the wake of such a disaster, it shouldn't have been a surprise that Jean found me. I knew that the list of survivors had been released to the press, and he always was fond of reading the news of our prey. It was the quickest way for him to know when it was time to move on. Perhaps he had seen my name. All I knew was that, this time, I was going to get a chance to say goodbye. I remained with him for but a few days, before we separated again. I was content with that, and it gave me a sort of 'closure' my still-fickle heart needed. By saying goodbye to my sire, I was able to close my heart as I had so longed to do.

I moved about the United States for 20th, watching it grow and flourish. I settled in Chicago for a time, and found my own sort of amusement as a 'vaudevillian' during the prohibition era. That is the only thing of interest in that century, however, and I spent that time, instead, watching in disgust as my prey became easier and easier to seduce. No longer were men interested in a woman who could speak with them about music and politics; flesh was their only concern. The thrill of the hunt was gone.

Shortly after the beginning of the 21st century, I returned to New York City. My disdain for the creatures who dared to call themselves 'vampire' has grown every year, and I knew it was only a matter of time before one of those fools revealed us to our prey.

xxxxxxxThey had many talεnts

_____a blεssing
Wine
Forgive me, darling, but I rather enjoy the taste of wine. It is an unnecessary luxury, but I am a creature of unnecessary luxuries.

xxxxxA cuяsε
Dislikes/fears.
List them!
Bullets preferably
And you're welcome to add explanations
as to why they hate these things.
5+

xxxxxxit is a talε før thε agεs . . . .

sing me that hεaяtfεlt søngxxxxxxx
Emilie Autumn - Rose Red
song+lyrics

Camille Saint-Saens -- Le Cygne
song


Cøℓøя the sky
Posting colors. At least two, but no more than four..please?

so how does the story end?
Well...
that's up tø Yøu . . . . .


U S E R N A M E H E R E

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

You put my picture in a box
It was the one inside your pocket
What happened to the keys
That used to jingle in your pocket?
Your fingers say to come
But your eyes say I should stop it

james emery howell

Perhaps, it would have been less embarassing for Myles if James had been a heavy sleeper. Unfortunately, as mentioned earlier, James was a very -light- sleeper. The slightest sound had him up and alert, looking for anything that might have been wrong. And so, when the other boy kicked the door open with a bit more force than was necessary, that was all it took for James to wake up. Oddly enough, he didn't immediately raise himself to a sitting position; instead, he tried to focus on his surroundings, trying to remember where he was at. He certainly couldn't remember any spot at the house he'd been living in with Mirai and his father being this..yellow. His father hated such cheery colors and his little sister tolerated almost no colors besides pink, green, and white, so...

Oh, right. He'd arrived at school and passed out on the ridiculously comfortable bed, hadn't he? Very comfortable....actually, it made him want to go back to sleep. But, of course, first he had to see to the noise that had woken him up, if only as a reflexive action. James's head turned as he sat up, blue-green eyes landing on the bright red hair of a very..very..-very- sweaty young man. Maybe he was still asleep, but..nope, there was indeed someone else in the room. His first reaction was to curse and start buttoning up his shirt. Well, no, that wouldn't work..what if this guy was religious and didn't like people who threw swear words around like it was nothing? He didn't -look- like the type, but..."Sorry; you kind of caught me off guard," he chuckled, trying to redo the buttons on his shirt as quickly as possible.

As he did this, he kept his eyes on the boy who was undoubtedly his new roommate. The fact that he was sweating like a pig was a bit strange, but seeing as he tended to get that way pretty often himself, it wasn't really something he minded. He was more interested by the fact that the redhead looked undoubtedly -male-. Seeing as James had caught sight of more than a few small, skinny boys who probably could have passed for girls easily enough at a place like this, the mere sight of someone with some discernable muscle mass was oddly comfortable. After taking a few more moments to get his bearings, the brunette grinned, swinging his legs off the bed but not standing up yet. "You must be.."

Must be..who? What the hell was the name on that little piece of paper the snooty woman had given him along with the key to his dorm? It was...."Um....s**t. I don't remember." Welll..it was better to be honest. He gave the redhead a quick once over again before shrugging his shoulders and grinning before he got to his feet. "Let me try that again, though. I'm James." There! That was easy enough. Of course, then he noticed that his roommate might have been having a problem with his stuff. Right. That was rude of him. "Er...do you need a hand with anyt--"

"Excuse me. This is Myles Sloan and James Howell's room, right?" Oh. Myles. Right. He was going to have to remember that name. He glanced around the redhead on instinct, to see who had just spoken. His eyes lighted on a rather small-looking teenager with a pleasant smile on his face. He looked somewhat girly...cute, though. A one-person welcoming committee? Wow..that was new to him. Still, he gave the boy a grin. However, that grin faded a bit when an envelope was handed to him, as well as his roommate. Weird...

Before he could ask what the hell it was, the boy who had given him the envelope stepped aside to reveal yet another person. This one looked..interesting. Blonde hair and blue eyes, but the shape of his eyes immediately told James that he was some variety of Asian. Hm..that was different. It was hard to hide dark eyes with blue contacts without it looking fake, so that must have been his actual eye color. The blonde..who knew. He sure as hell wasn't asking; it wasn't like it was -important- in some way.

"Nice to meet ya. I'm James." Depending on how many people he met today, he could get very tired of saying his own name..

..Nah.

I f I r e g r e t a l l I ' v e d o n e I w o u l d b e t r a p p e d i n s i d e t h a t LOCKET

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

xxKairixxSohmaxx
I can here someone coming, and suddenly...
I'M SCARED

And I tear it apart
Iburn it all down 'cuz I have to
Made a deal with a man at the crossroads
Who knew where to find you
All the friends I betrayed
All the enemies made in the process
Our pain feels the same
We're just carrying different crosses
It's all in the game baby - it's acceptable losses

What could I do, really? As I watched the two of them, I felt as I probably should have. I felt like an outcast. Neither of them were looking at me as such, and it was probably nothing more than my own insecurity, but...I always fell back onto my insecurities in the end. Both of these people before me seemed incredibly kind, which only made me feel worse. They had given me no reason to feel insecure. I had been given no thorough once over as they tried to determine what I was; rather, I felt that, instictively, they already knew what I was. I was no man; I was a coward, hiding in the guise of someone who could have been strong..should have been stronger. Maybe that was how Miki had always looked at me. Maybe she had stayed with me because she felt sorry for the weak me.

Why did I suddenly want to cry?

I glanced at Miyu and the boy who had introduced himself as Souji, straightening as I tried to pull myself back together in the hopes that it would make the tightness in my chest go away. That bright smile that the smaller of the two gave me, however, saved me that trouble. Any attempts I may have made to turn my heart to ice until I could be alone immediately failed in the face of that look. How could I even consider being cold to such a person? It would have been impossible. I really, truly wanted to be friends with this boy I felt such kinship to. I was not yet sure about Souji, the one who was so undoubtedly male that it made me once again feel self-conscious, but he was being friendly and I was not going to be rude to him either. So I smiled...or tried to. It was a wavering expression, something that I had to fight with myself to keep steady, but I put all of the sincere gratitude that I could into that one smile.

I could notice something strange from the taller young man, something that I wouldn't dare comment on. There was a peculiar tone to his voice, a tone that you usually heard from those who were deaf. That had to be hard on him, but I was not going to say anything. I could imagine that not reacting to it would be more comfortable for him...I couldn't be sure, but that was what I assumed and I was going to go with my first instinct.

I wasn't hungry, but I didn't want them to leave me by myself, so I nodded at Miyu's offer for me to follow, and I cautiously went after them. Even if I knew deep-down that they would not treat me as some sort of horrible monster, the lonely feeling didn't abate. Surely they could understand that feeling; it was part of the curse. But..maybe, for me, it was different. I couldn't help but feel that I didn't belong, because I surely didn't. We were all cursed, outcasts of society, but I was the outcast of the outcasts. It was a thought so pitifully amusing that it hurt. I wasn't going to show any of those feelings, however. My goal was to let everyone think that I was strong. Maybe, one day, I'd be able to fool myself in thinking the same thing. I would have liked to think that strength was standing on my own two feet, but I was probably wrong. Maybe the fact that I could never lean on someone and rely on their strength to hold me together was a weakness in itself. I'd been Miki's shoulder to cry on, not the other way around. Maybe it would have been different if it had been the other way around.

I spend too much time dealing in maybes.

As I looked at the two people ahead of me, my curiosity was gradually coming to be too much. The familiarity I felt around them was far too strange for them to be anything other than members of the cursed zodiac. But..which ones were they? That was what was becoming too much. So, drawing on that curiosity, I spoke quietly. "Um..forgive me if this seems too forward of me, but..the two of you are part of the zodiac, aren't you..?" It was best to phrase it as a question. Sure, it would probably be better if I'd just minded my own business, but it was too late for that now. They could answer, or they could simply brush my question off. I would understand it either way.


OOC: {urgh..I HAD TO REPLY IT WAS DRIVING ME INSANE EVEN THOUGH IT'S BEEN FOREVER. ;3;}

'Cause you ripped me apart
And I ran for my life cause I had to
My heart won't stop bleeding
I'm no longer sure if I want it to....


Been a long time running through my veins, this LONG-LOST DREAM

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

«x» ___ Sohma Kairi ___ «x»

» b a s ii c s . o f . l ii f e «

→ a. k. a. ≠
Prince: This was a nickname the girls at my high school gave me. I personally don't understand it; I am not suited to come in and rescue anyone..but I could try.

→ candles on a cake ≠
Twenty-one.

→ surprise day ≠
December 18th; good, old-fashioned Sagittarius.

→ I am . . . ≠
Does it really matter? It does? Oh, I apologize! I'm really not sure..I've had a few innocent encounters with other girls, but I really don't know what I'd do in the face of an actual relationship. Maybe I'm bisexual?

→ work, work, work ≠
I'm in college, looking for a degree in art. Now that my mother has sent me away, I'm paying for the last bits of my education working at a cafe that's rather popular with teenage girls. I believe they keep me around for my looks more than anything...it would explain why I'm allowed to wear the male uniform...

» d ii g ii n g . d e e p e r «

→ image in the mirror ≠
Eh..but there's a picture right..oh, nevermind. That picture makes me seem too young anyways.

I'm a bit taller than most girls. The last time I was measured, I was about 5'111. I'm fairly thin too, although I have a little bit of muscle. Truthfully, that fact is the biggest part that makes me seem masculine. Since I don't have much body fat, this means that I'm not really that....oh, what was the term..'well-endowed'? I think that's it. On top of that, I've got a triangle shape like many men do. I have wide shoulders, but I am slim through the area of my hips. I've got long legs, and a somewhat elongated torso. It's the way my body is shaped naturally, although my mother did her best to exaggerate this shape as much as was humanly possible. Basically, if I decide to flatten what minuscule amount of cleavage I may have, I am built -exactly- like a boy.

On top of that, I have fairly masculine facial features, although Mother says my face is much more elegant than the average male's. I inherited a long nose, high cheekbones, and slim lips from my father, although my slender jawline and small ears are traits from my mother. Sadly, I did not inherit her lovely doe-eyed look. My eyes are arched, and framed with dark eyelashes. They aren't really that remarkable. ..Oh, the color? They're kind of a warm, honey sort of color. My hair color, remarkably, is natural It's a kind of teal color, probably thanks to my zodiac form, and I always wear it short. I have not worn my hair long since I was small, since short hair is easier to manage..but not many people comment on that.

I have a fairly normal style when it comes to wearing clothing. I almost always wear slacks and button-down shirts. Skirts are a no-no, as are tight tops. I don't think I own any skirts now; when I began attending a school for boys and girls, I started wearing the boys uniform. I don't usually wear dark clothes either. Even when I dress up, I wear boy's clothing. I'm kind of fond of clothing that makes me look like a dandy; sometimes, I enjoy going out in public wearing clothing with a Victorian twist. I remember, at my old school, I took part in a play; they wanted me to be a prince, so that's why I did. I was very close to the girl who made the costumes, and she let me keep mine since I was leaving. The jacket was very pretty, if not a bit dandy-ish, so I wear it out in public often.

→ sides of me ≠
What do you want me to be?

I'm kind of..'average', in a way. I'm not really introverted, but I'm not perky either. In a way, I'm just like the normal person you might walk by in the streets..only I'm far from normal. The curse doesn't have much bearing on my life; I've lived so long interacting with the 'opposite sex' that it's kind of amusing when I remember that I am cursed. Of course, I do not hug boys..but it's been so long since I though of myself as a girl, I kind of consider them the opposite sex. Even when I had sex, or when I posed nude for photographs, it never really fully dawned on me that I was, in fact, female. Maybe I'm just confused. I don't think it's really mattered much to me anyways. I'm sure I could put on a skirt and wear makeup, and I'd adjust to it fine. It's just..a bit too much trouble. I guess I'm lazy?

When it comes to people, I'm pretty patient. I don't like being rude, but sometimes, my distance when dealing with others makes me seem sort of cold. I'm really not; I enjoy talking to people, or even just listening to their problems. But not everyone wants to tell me what bothers them. Still, I can try, can't I? I like trying to make people comfortable around me, but it's a lot harder than I like to think it is. I'm intimidating, perhaps? That's funny. Anyways. People usually think that I'm 'cool', but when I try to keep that kind of air, I just come off as being really rude. I don't ignore people intentionally! It's just..sometimes, I can be oblivious. This is especially true with really obvious things. I'm the kind of person who gets so caught up on the little things, that they miss the big picture.

I learned over the years not to rely too much on people. My mom was kind of crazy during my childhood, so I couldn't put too much on her. I grew up looking after myself. This doesn't mean I'm 'harsh' or anything, but I don't really feel like I need to be babied. People look to me to be a grown up, and even if I wanted to have them, I have never been able to keep the childhood preconceptions of having my own Prince Charming. It's my job to look after other people, not for other people to look after me. Sometimes, I can be self-conscious, and I second-guess myself a lot, but I'm still faithful to the people I care about. I won't lie to people who are important to me, and I can be a bit of a doormat when I like someone.

Maybe...maybe I come close to reaching so many generalized 'ideas' of how I should behave in certain situations to fit with a stereotype, but I always fall short of the line. Maybe I'm not as normal as I'd like to think.

→ retell the tale ≠
Mizuki Sohma was a Japanese woman who moved to Los Angeles when she was twenty-three. Bad idea. It's hard to make your dreams come true in the City of the Angels, and it was no different for my mother. Within six months she was alternating between waitress and prostitute, doing anything to make money, anything to keep herself going. I think she met my father, Richard Langlois, when he was feeling a little lonely. Maybe he didn't mean to fall in love with her..but he did.

Well, to make a long story short, my father ended up sticking close to my mother. He was a doctor of about thirty, and he made decent money. He could have taken care of her, and when Mum found out she was pregnant, he did. A happy ending? Unfortunately, no.

When I came into this world, two months early and screaming my lungs out, I got the usual oohs and aahs from everyone and their mother. My father was a very quiet man then, and he didn't want to hold his precious little baby in the midst of a crowd of nurses. So he waited, and it's a damn good thing he did. The moment the nurses were out of the room and Dad went to hold me, the potential for a happy ending went up in smoke. Quite literally, I might add. One little cuddle and he was suddenly holding a bundle of blankets housing a tiny green snake. To his credit, the man didn't immediately drop the blanket and start jumping on it to kill me before my life even really got started. When I transformed back, they had absolutely no idea what had happened; all they knew was that they had a little freak of a daughter and Dad wasn't going to stand for that.

I only have one memory of my dad, and Mother told me it was the night she had to leave him. He wanted his perfect little world back, the world that hadn't involved me. My mother begged him not to leave, but that didn't stop him. Fortunately, even after we left, she was determined to take care of me. She sold all of the jewelry, everything she'd purchased while married to him, and with it, she moved us to Japan. I suppose, in a way, she snapped. She was determined to keep me safe, keep anything from happening to her poor, cursed little daughter. She got a job working as a secretary, and came up with a plan to prevent me from ever transforming.

I was five when she started introducing me to people as 'my son, Kairi.' What could I do? I was too young to understand that she really had lost her mind, so I went with her. I became her son. I kept away from most children, even though I did so desperately want to be normal. And, it stayed like that for most of my childhood...until I'd entered middle school. When I hit puberty, the only thing that told me that I was still a girl was the barest traces of breasts, and that monthly bout of bleeding. I grew two inches over one summer, and by the time I graduated high school, I was almost 6ft.

Highschool...my school years were mostly uneventful. When girls my age were shopping, gossiping, and always hunting for a cute boy, I was trying to avoid being the object of anyone's affections, be they male or female. Unfortunately, I grew rather popular with the girls. "Prince", they called me, for an almost chivalrous attitude and my rather distant demeanor. I became the object of those storybook fantasies, but I largely ignored that that. Throughout my last years of high school, I was more concerned with my mother's love life. She met a man, a charming person who convinced her to give acting one last shot. He got her a role on a drama, and all at once, the happy life she'd had with my father before I was born just clicked back into place in her mind. She didn't need her 'son' anymore. And so, when she got married, a fancy Western-style wedding, she wanted me, the one who had been with her for almost eighteen years, to be her maid of honor.

Instead, I became her husband's best man.

I departed for college while Mother was on her honeymoon, and the only remembrance I was given of her happy existence was the fact that she and her husband paid for my schooling, and sent me money to live on each month. But that's enough about her. Now, I want to talk about another important person to me. I want to talk about Miki.

I met Miki during the winter of my second year in college. She was in her third year, a student of photography, and she came to me with an odd request. "Model for me", she said. And, against any better judgement, I agreed. When I arrived in the room where she would be taking pictures, she announced that they were supposed to be nude portraits. I tried to refuse, tried to tell her that I wasn't what she thought I was, but that charming girl saw right through me. She asked me if I was a boy, and when I admitted to her that I wasn't, her next words left me smitten.

"Well then! You're -exactly- what I think you are."

Though the work between she and I remained professional for a while, sex soon began to coincide with her art. I think I was in love with her, but I don't know if she ever returned the feelings. It was..fun, though. She was my best friend; we were together almost constantly, whether it was for photography or simply getting a bite to eat. She was particularly interested in the friendship I kindled with a pet snake she kept at home. If anyone had found out about the less wholesome aspects of our relationship, perhaps I would have suffered a gentler blow by being separated from her. Instead, our affair lasted until she graduated. There was a show in the summer after she graduated; one final chance for graduates to show off their work in the hopes that someone would hire them. I helped her go through her portfolio, trying to decide on what would be best for her to use. In the end, Miki insisted on using her pictures of me. Reluctantly, I agreed, but I made her swear to me that she wouldn't put my name on any of the pictures, and that she wouldn't make an entire collage of the nude photos she had taken of me for the past year and a half.

I can still remember her collection of pictures. She had finally decided to use other things, but the centerpiece of her work...it had been something I had convinced her to photograph. Poor Miki hardly believed that I could keep Ushio the snake calm while she took pictures of him and me, but she trusted me enough to try. That picture of me, naked with that large snake draped across my shoulders, would soon become Miki Kanishima's most well-known. I can't even remember who hired her, but they got her to agree to a contract that day. I was ecstatic for her, but by the beginning of my third year, the glory of being so well-known had gone to her head. She forgot all about me, in favor of people more well-known, more appealing for her to photograph. The day she told me it was over was the day I went to the doctors for a pain in my chest. Maybe I thought she'd broken my heart. The doctors told me that I had tuberculosis pleurisy; a buildup of fluid between the thoracic cavity and pleural cavity in my chest. It was supposed to go away with time, but it didn't. Since I'm not contagious, there's not much they can do for me.

...I believe that's everything of interest in my past. My mother called me and suggested that I move in with my fellow Sohmas until I graduated, and that she had already gotten the approval for such a thing. "It would be good for you to be around people like you", she told me, as if the curse needed to have more bearing than it did.

I don't need to live with my cursed relatives to know that I'm an outcast...but I'll do it anyways, if only so Mother doesn't have to pay more money for me to stay at the college in a dorm.

→ don’t tell a soul ≠
There are two things that I keep secret. The curse, and the fact that I have tuberculosis. Well....I don't really let people know that I was a model for Miki either..mainly because I was her preferred model for n***s. It's kind of embarassing now, and I know that those pictures are still in her portfolio.

» p e r s o n a l . ii n f o r m a t ii o n «

→ i love ≠
Watermelon
Coffee
Seafood
Art
Piano
Quiet places
Warm weather
Cuddling
Stuffed animals
Men's clothing

→ get away ≠
Pushy people
cold weather
Sweets
Cats
Birds
Clingy girls
Getting angry

→ shaking in my boots ≠
Snakes(...Please don't point out the irony in this)
Vermin
Fire
Abusive men
Thunderstorms
Losing something important

→ getting power ≠
Clever
Patient
Creative
Kind
"Cool"

→ weak at the knees ≠
Pretty girls
Strong men
Cologne

Oblivious
Unintentionally rude
'Cold'

→ dance to the music ≠
Gregory and the Hawk -- -- Season Poem

→ be an oracle ≠
"If I give up now..if I were with you..I could never forget."
"It would be so easy..to let my fate just carry me away..following this same path my whole life through. But I know..I can't. What I do, I do..with no regrets."

» c u r s e d . f o r . l ii f e «

→ are there any animals in here ≠
Ophiuchus- the lonely outcast

→ fur, spots, stripes ≠ The rough green snake is a pretty interesting little creature. It's a slender snake, for starters; I'm about fifteen inches long in my zodiac form, and I am bright green as these snakes often are. I have a small head, kind of yellow-gold colored eyes, and, like I said, I'm fairly small. Now, the interesting thing about these snakes is what happens when they die. When a rough green snake dies, the yellow pigment in their scales fades away very quickly, until they're just blue. As a matter of fact, they're pretty much the same blue as my hair color..it's kind of strange.

» t h e . b ii g . m a n «

→ behind the mask ≠ C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

→ skittles, taste the rainbow ≠
your MEMORY will CARRY on...

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

«x» ___ Sohma Shinshiro ___ «x»

» b a s ii c s . o f . l ii f e «

→ a. k. a. ≠
Shin: This is the name I go by. Shinshiro is a bit taxing to hear over and over, so I generally give people, even strangers, the option of calling me Shin.
Shiro: Haruka always called me Shiro; I never really knew why. However, hearing that name does bring up bittersweet memories, so Shin really is my preference.

→ candles on a cake ≠
Twenty-nine; I was one of, if not -the- firstborn of my cursed family members.

→ surprise day ≠ December 29th

→ I am . . . ≠
Pansexual- I fail to see a point in limiting myself to a certain sex. Haruka was my other half, and I really don't think that anything would change that.

→ work, work, work ≠
I am a writer. For a while, I lived with Haruka and Maaya in an apartment in Harajuku, but when Haruka died, I moved back to the Main Estates, and brought Maaya with me.

» d ii g ii n g . d e e p e r «

→ image in the mirror ≠
Shin looks nothing less than what you would expect from a Sohma. This man is beautiful in a way that would make anyone look twice. Not that he intentionally flaunts that fact.

Though it can't quite be sure where along the lines he managed to gain an advantage of height over most Japanese males, he did. Shin stands at a rather startling six-foot-three, which gives him an imposing air despite everything. He weighs 150 pounds, distributed rather evenly throughout his body. His upper body has a vague triangle shape; he has broad shoulders, but a slim waist. Perhaps the most noticeable thing about his body shape is that he has broad, somewhat feminine hips. He is actually somewhat fond of his hips, and he prefers to avoid hiding them. Much of Shin's height is in his legs; the exaggerated length, combined with how thin he was then, made him look rather gangly as a teenager. However, he grew into them eventually. His distinctly masculine physique belies a sort of frailty that we'll discuss later.

Shin, if asked what his biggest vanity was, would probably tell you "My hair." His hair is a rich honey-blonde color, standing in contrast against his pale skin and blending with his deep eyes. He keeps it long, coming close to the small of his back. He pretty much never wears it any way except down, unless someone forces him to restrain it; even then, he usually just braids it, and it is difficult to convince him to actually pull his hair up to keep it out of his way. As mentioned before, his eyes are deep, a rather appealing caramel shade. They're hypnotic, warm, and cold all at the same time. As with the rest of his body, he has an elegantly constructed face; high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and rather full lips. His head is connected to his shoulders by a long, impossibly graceful neck. All in all, his physical features have an elegant, almost feminine softness to them.

Shinshiro Sohma has a strange fondness for wearing mostly muted colors, with a splash of bright color at a rather random location on his clothes. His slacks are always fitted around his hips to highlight a feminine silhouette. Though he has a fondness for Chinese-style shirts, he is usually seen walking around in button down shirts. This man is almost never seen wearing short sleeves, even in the dog days of summer. Usually, a splash of color with him is nothing more than a brightly colored belt, or maybe something gaudy hanging from his pierced left ear. Anything that he has to wear that is not in that basic category of shirts is well-made; silk or satin shirts with mandarin collars, and small brocade patterns. Obviously, these do stand out at least a bit, and he only has a few of them. In the comfort of his own room, particularly in the warmer months, he is most comfortable in traditional Japanese robes.

→ sides of me ≠ Shinshiro's entire personality is mostly summed up in the word 'quiet.' He does not speak unless spoken to, and for the most part, he avoids places that give people the opportunity to talk to him. At the same time, should someone get close to him, they'll find that he is a passionate man, firm in what he believes and always willing to try to bend heaven and earth for people he cares about.

On the surface, Shin is cold and elegant, a living sculpture made of ice. He is never rude to anyone; no, this man is startling polite to everyone. However, there is a sharp quality to him when people try to goad him into conversing with them, that keeps most people away when they notice it. He is constantly on edge in public, regardless of how comfortably he may seem. When he is doing something such as buying groceries or eating at a restaurant, Shin prefers to speak as little of possible to the cashier or his waitress. There is a quality about him that makes it seem as if he is constantly in a hurry, though he rarely does rush himself. He has no one he keeps close to him; to most people, he is simply a mystery, beautiful and harsh, with an almost hypnotic sensuality that many people notice even on a superficial level. He does not make friends

If you can get close enough to Shin to be able to go deep beneath the introverted side he shows strangers, what you find may surprise you. He is a startlingly fierce, passionate individual when he is comfortable being so. Though he will yield in the face of a more dominate individual, Shin has within him a core of solid, unbending steel. If he is not satisfied with something, he will either fix it, or he simply won't put up with it. His close friends, however much he cares about them, would not be able to make him yield. It is, in fact, possible to goad him into a heated argument. In all actuality, he is a stubborn individual; he hates losing arguments, and will only bow out gracefully if such a heated debate is about to come to blows. It is only people who can get this close to him who can make him angry. However, he still manages to retain a great deal his patience, particularly when the one testing it is his daughter.

Maaya. If you want to see the gentler side of Shinshiro Sohma, watch him when he is dealing with his daughter. He is sensitive, compassionate, and overall kind. He isn't cold, he simply guards himself and his secrets by any means necessary. If a friend has a problem, he will listen patiently, and if he thinks he can, he'll offer them advice. This man has a philanthropic streak that has been with him from a young age. Though people think that his apparent coldness leaves him stingy and bitter, Shin would truly give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He often seeks the opinions of people he is friendly with, but he never asks for help, even if he truly does need it; he stubbornly refuses to be a burden to anyone he cares about.

→ retell the tale ≠
Shinshiro's father, Daisuke Sohma, was an gentleman of nearly forty, a divorce lawyer ironically, when he met his wife. Mizuki Inoue was a pretty businesswoman, age twenty-five, who fell in love with his father and his polite demeanor. Three months after they got married, Mizuki learned that she was pregnant. The two were overjoyed, but Daisuke forgot to leave out one important detail about his family to his wife. He did not mention the curse to her. The chance was slim, he thought, that his child could end up as a member of the cursed zodiac.

But he did.

When Shinshiro was handed to his mother, he transformed. The woman's joy, of course, turned to horror when she was suddenly holding a blanket covering a baby chick, instead of a baby boy. Daisuke tried to explain what had happened to her, but she wouldn't listen. She thought of her child as a monster, and if she had her way, he would have been immediately tossed in a dumpster somewhere. It all ended in a messy divorce, and Mizuki pretty much forced herself to forget her son. As far as she cared or ever told anybody, she and her husband had simply had too many conflicting issues, and their marriage was too difficult to maintain.

Shinshiro grew up well enough with his father raising him, with both of them living at the main house for convenience's sake. Daisuke blamed himself, rather than his son, for driving his mother away, and he showered an almost smothering amount of affection on the boy. When he had to work, the maids who knew of the curse looked after him. Shin, despite all of his father's oddities, loved the man dearly. They were a team, and it remained that way throughout most of his life, with that man supporting him wholeheartedly.

When he turned eighteen and started college, Shin's father died of lung cancer. His inheritance paid for his college, but that mattered little to him. The boy who had made so few friends in school had lost the person dearest to him; he locked up the majority of his warmth within his heart, and met the world with cold reserve. It remained like that for a few years. Shortly after his twenty-third birthday, Shin was contacted by a grandmother he didn't know he had, who told him that his mother had died in a car accident. In a string of maternal frailty, perhaps, she had made her will with him as the sole benefactor of all of her assets. He was her only child, after all. He went to her funeral, seeing the woman for the first time in his life as she lay there in her casket.

It was there that he met Haruka Midorikawa.

She had started working for his mother's company, fresh out of college. Shinshiro was, admittedly, surprised to find himself attracted to her, but he did. Though she had a boyfriend at the time, they kept in contact; a purely friendly relationship, but he was happy with it nonetheless. Unfortunately, her boyfriend, after meeting Shin, seemed to think that there was something else going on. When he left Haruka, Shin was there to comfort the distraught woman. And when she told him that she was three months pregnant, he stayed by her side. What else could he do? He was falling in love with her, and after Maaya was born, she realized that she had the same feelings.

He knew that he had to tell her. So, when he suggested that they get married, Shin finally let her throw her arms around him. And when he transformed back into a man, the only question Haruka had was if the curse had a stifling effect on his sex life. That was all it took for him to know that he really, truly did love her. They were married on Maaya's first birthday, and he was looking forward to having a very happy life with his wife and daughter. And when she told him that, by some great miracle, he'd managed to get her pregnant through one of their only sexual encounters, his elation only grew.

Unfortunately, it couldn't last.

The winter that Shinshiro turned twenty-seven, Haruka got sick. It started off looking like nothing out of the ordinary, but soon, Shin realized that it wasn't. As she got more and more ill in a matter of days, he took her to the hospital. The doctors told him that she had pneumonia, and though he knew how dangerous it was, he also knew that his wife was a tenacious woman when it came to disease. Her pneumonia, however, soon revealed itself to be drug-resistant. Haruka died three days later, only a few days before the New Year. And it was left to Shin to tell Maaya that her mother was gone for forever.

He tried to remain in their apartment, but there were too many memories, and he couldn't manage it. So, packing up his four year old daughter, Shin returned to the Estates. And though the two years he's had have managed to dull the pain of losing another person dear to him, he still misses her desperately. And sometimes, when he sees just how much Maaya looks like her mother, it just hurts that much more.

→ don’t tell a soul ≠
Aside from the curse? Shin does not mention his wife to anyone, although the cursed family members who have been living at the Estates since he moved back are aware of it. Mentioning her hurts.

» p e r s o n a l . ii n f o r m a t ii o n «

→ i love ≠
Maaya
Vegetables
Summer
The dictionary
Photography
Tea
Camellias
Thunder
Writing
Mystery novels

→ get away ≠
Chocolate
Dairy products
Frogs
Pumpkin
Cats
Winter
Loud music
Flashing lights
Cellular phones
Crowds

→ shaking in my boots ≠
Losing Maaya
Needles
Blood
Disease
Romantic Relationships
Boats

→ getting power ≠
Writing

Elegant
Quiet
Passionate
Intelligent

→ weak at the knees ≠
Black hair and doe eyes...

Brooding
Restless
Cold
Paranoid
Introverted

→ dance to the music ≠
Kagrra, -- -- Boukyaku no Hate no Kogoeta Kodoku(Frozen Loneliness at the End of Oblivion)

→ be an oracle ≠
"The people who should be here, aren't. The ones who should be smiling with me aren't here."

» c u r s e d . f o r . l ii f e «

→ are there any animals in here ≠
Year of the Rooster

→ fur, spots, stripes ≠
What is there to say? He's a rooster. His chest and tail feathers are black, with a bit of brown at the base of his wings. Said wings are white, as is his back and head. He's a fairly large rooster. Actually, if he transforms, it's pretty hard -not- to notice him. His disposition isn't anywhere near as aggressive as a normal rooster, but that doesn't mean he wants to be pet and prodded at. And..don't touch his feathers. Period.

» t h e . b ii g . m a n «

→ behind the mask ≠ C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

→ skittles, taste the rainbow ≠
Until I DIE, I will fight to PROTECT

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

«x» ___ Sohma Maaya ___ «x»

» b a s ii c s . o f . l ii f e «

→ a. k. a. ≠ Hime: Papa calls me this sometimes.

→ candles on a cake ≠
Six!

→ surprise day ≠ April 13th

→ I am . . . ≠ ...She's...six years old....

→ work, work, work ≠
Oh, I know this! I'm in...umm..kindergarten!

» d ii g ii n g . d e e p e r «

→ image in the mirror ≠ If you were to look at a photograph of Haruka, Maaya's mother, you would have a clear picture of what she'll look like as she gets older. It also serves to explain why Shin has trouble looking at her sometime.

Maaya was born with black hair and brown eyes; a stereotypical Asian combination. Truly, her looks personify the idea of an 'average Japanese child'. Her eyes are almond-shaped, and her hair is straight with simple bangs. Most often, it is pulled into two pigtails, oftentimes by the icy Shinshiro Sohma himself. She barely comes up above her father's knee, and it's safe to assume that even as she gets older, she'll be rather small. There's always a happy naivete, a youth about her that serves to brighten up her often dismal surroundings. She's a little ball of sunshine, and her exuberance makes her glow.

When it comes to clothing..well, does it really matter? She wears what Shin buys for her. This is usually pink, lacy, girly clothing. Of course, she also has t-shirts and other such things to play in, but it's still very girly clothing. She doesn't mind though; her favorite color is pink, anyways. Due to her Papa being a very popular writer, and having that ever so rare 'party' to thank him and other writers for their work for his publishing company, she does have cute little dresses, but..lets be serious. Maaya is a pink-and-green, tshirt and skirt sort of little girl; she is simply normal.

→ sides of me ≠ For a six year old, Maaya is a remarkable empathetic girl. She can always notice things about people; the way they're feeling, if they're uncomfortable...and she -loves- to make people feel more comfortable. It's why she tries to be more grown-up for her Papa's sake. However, even if she tries, she's just a little girl. If she's around strangers, her most comfortable place is hiding behind her father's leg. Of course she's shy when she meets new people; however, once she's comfortable around somebody, Maaya is simply a happy, upbeat little girl. She loves hugs, and cute animals. So much so, in fact, that Shin bought her a white kitten that she affectionately calls Meron-tan. She often gives people she likes, particularly the Zodiac, nicknames..such as her insistence on calling Yaso 'Ya-tan'.

Once you get to know her, it is painfully obvious that Maaya is normal. She doesn't look outstandingly pretty like her Papa, due to sharing no blood with him..or the Sohma family in general, actually. To a degree, maybe it'd be easier to call her an outsider. But she understands the curse..she knows that she can't hug Papa in public. It's kind of hard to avoid clinging to him since she's so affectionate, but Maaya is a -very- well-behaved little girl. Perhaps too well-behaved for her age..but manners doesn't necessarily mean she's quiet. Oh no, she has -no- problems with making herself heard. If someone doesn't notice her, then that's all it takes for her to poke and prod until they acknowledge her.

At times, Maaya can be a brat. As stated moments ago, she hates being ignored. She needs to be the center of attention at times, and she will whine if she doesn't get her way. However, a scolding is often all it takes to get her to settle down. Of course, she will cry sometimes if she doesn't get her way, but if that doesn't work, then it's like flipping a switch. She can go from pitching a fit to being her usually cheerful self lickity-split. Sometimes, she'll play innocent. She'll bat her eyelashes and try to look oh-so adorable to get out of trouble..but don't let it fool you. Maaya can be a rascal at times, but alltogether, she's just a very sweet little girl.

→ retell the tale ≠ When Maaya was born, there were only two people who mattered. There was Mama, and there was Papa. She never knew that her Papa wasn't really who she thought he was. Shinshiro Sohma was a man who had loved her mother silently ever since he met her; when Haruka's boyfriend dumped her after she became pregnant, Shin was there to take care of her. They made sure that 'their daughter' was there when they were married, watched over by one of her mother's friends while they exchanged vows. Maaya didn't understand the curse when she was younger(she still doesn't, as a matter of fact), but her Mama and Papa taught her that she couldn't hug Papa.


The winter after she turned four, Maaya's Mama died. She can remember Papa telling her that Mama wasn't coming home, and she can remember the look on Papa's face when he told her that. Even at that age, even though she didn't understand it, Maaya promised Papa that she would never make him have to give her that sad look. She missed Mama, of course, but that one look made her little heart hurt for him. Still, she was just a child; it was to be expected that she be sad. Sometimes, Maaya would cry in the night for her Mama, but it was only Papa there, stroking her hair until she fell asleep. And though she grew used to the fact that Mama could only watch her from somewhere far away, where Maaya couldn't reach her, she didn't think that Papa did. Even though he never really showed it, she could always see that little flicker of sadness in his eyes.

When she was almost five, Maaya and Shin moved to the Main Estate. He had a place there, as one of the Cursed Sohmas. It was scary, at first, but she got used to it, and the people around there..particularly the Sohmas. After she turned six, Papa sent her to kindergarten, so she could be around children..normal children, rather than her mildly depressed father and a bunch of adults with problems of their own. She caught on to the idea of making friends rather quickly, and even though she still tries to be a big girl for him, Maaya often comes home brimming with joy and eager to write letters for him, or show him a picture she drew. It isn't rare to see her bouncing around the Main Estate with Meron-tan, the kitten Shin bought for her; always close to the rooms that she and her Papa stay in, but still there where she can hopefully run across someone.

And, of course, she's recently found an interest in the curse..particularly when it comes to hugging people like Yoshi-san. Though it isn't much fun to hug Ya-tan, since he turns into a lizard and lizards are icky, but still! Of course, she knows not to try to hug anybody when there's a stranger around, and it isn't that hard for anyone to know to be on their guard when she's around..just to be on the safe side. All in all, Maaya has adjusted to her mother's death far more readily than her Papa has.

→ don’t tell a soul ≠
Papa always said that it was bad to keep secrets from people! But..I don't tell anyone about Papa's being sick and not being able to hug me.

» p e r s o n a l . ii n f o r m a t ii o n «

→ i love ≠
Papa!
Meron-tan
Candy
Balloons
Butterflies
Playing
Teddy bears
Hugs!
Mud puddles
Coloring
Ducks

→ get away ≠
Worms
Carrots
Being ignored
High places
Time-out

→ shaking in my boots ≠
Nighttime
Lightning
Being alone
Being away from Papa

→ getting power ≠ strengths

→ weak at the knees ≠ weaknesses

→ dance to the music ≠ DBSK -- -- Balloons

→ be an oracle ≠ quote(s)

» c u r s e d . f o r . l ii f e «

→ are there any animals in here ≠ Eh?

→ fur, spots, stripes ≠
Animal? I'm not an animal! Papa says I always smell like one before I have to take a bath though...

» t h e . b ii g . m a n «

→ behind the mask ≠
C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

→ skittles, taste the rainbow ≠
Flutter, FLUTTER, little BUTTERFLY

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Shinshiro Sohma

There's a game life plays.....
Makes you think you're everything
They ever said you were
Like to take some time
Clear away everything I planned
It's not hard to fail
It's not easy to win
Could I just...DISAPPEAR?

If I could change my life
Be a simple kind of man try to do the best I can
if I could see the signs
I'd derail every path I could
now I'm about to die
won't you clear away from me
give me strength to FLY AWAY

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AND THERE'S NOTHING LEFT BUT THESE W A S T E D Y E A R S

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

MAAYA SOHMA
You hold your head up to the sky and say, "What kind of BLUE are you?"

Well..her papa had told her she could play, so she was going to. But, then again, Maaya had also been told to behave...this left the little girl with quite a conundrum. She wanted to go find someone to play with, but it wasn't likely that there was anyone around who could play with her. If Sho-kun wasn't with Kikio-san, then she couldn't find him to play, which only left a few options! She could find Ya-tan, or she could find Yoshi-san. Everyone else usually reacted with more visible irritation when she hugged them, and she didn't want to make anyone mad. And Papa had told her once that it wasn't good to bother Ya-tan in the winter, because he got sick easily in the cold weather.

That left her only one option. And so, with her happy little smile, she started looking for Yoshirou.

Of course, if there were people around, she wouldn't bother him, but otherwise, she just couldn't help it. Yoshi-san had never scolded her for hugging him, whether he liked his cursed form or not, so he couldn't have minded -too- terribly much. Well..actually, it was probably more that he was just good enough of a person not to get upset at a little girl, but she didn't really know that. All she knew was that Yoshirou was nice to her and she hadn't been told expressly that she shouldn't bother him. Such was the mind of a young child.

However, she was still a bit more grown up than one might have though. She knew when it was best to just behave herself, and she knew when she needed to try to comfort her papa. Even for one such as young as her, it was a difficult thing to watch. And the fact that she couldn't hug him without him becoming an animal was even harder sometimes. But sometimes, when she played with Ya-tan, he'd talk about how one day, they would be like everyone else, and how the 'curse' would disappear. She'd asked her Papa about that once. He'd just given her that sad look and said that it would take the acceptance of someone special. What he didn't say was that, in her own way, Maaya's mama had tried to break the curse...and she'd failed for some reason.

So wrapped up in her own little thoughts was she, Maaya didn't immediately notice her target. When she did, she was surprised that he was crouched down, so that he was closer to her level. Usually, when she sneaked up on him, she wasn't even close to being as high as his waist, so she was usually just latching onto his leg. However, this was simply something she couldn't resist..even if she -had- noticed the other person there. She didn't see anyone while the plan was formulating in her little head. And, for the hyperactive six-year old she was, that was good enough. And so, once Maaya was sure enough that Yoshirou was paying attention to something else besides her presence, she began the probably-unnecessary task of sneaking up on him. And when she was close enough to actually notice the person the blonde as talking to. Maaya didn't exactly process the fact that it could be bad to hug him. And so, when close enough, she pounced, throwing her little arms around his neck.

"Yoshi-san!"

Oh, if only she'd been paying attention, she might have had some thought as to how much her Papa was going to scold her later for this...

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

There is no emotion, there is peace.
xxxxxxxxxxThere is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
xxxxxxxxxxxxThere is no passion, there is serenity
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere is no chaos, there is harmony.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere is no death, there is the Force.



Tian Daasa
It would be so easy...to let my fate just carry me away...following this same path my whole life through.
But I know...I can't. What I do, I do...with no regrets.

The pages of h i s t o r y
The Exile: I am mentioned in the records of the history of the order as the Exile; the one Jedi who left to fight in the Mandalorian Wars, that returned to face judgement.

so many y e a r s gone by
I am old enough to have known war. That should be enough.

my view of the w o r l d
Human


The r e f l e c t i on on the s u r f a c e
Appearance~~ I know that there's a picture, but there are some things that pictures can't explain.

To t e a c h, one must be willing to l e a r n
What is your character's rank? This means two different things.
One: What is their 'class'? If you don't remember these immediately, then..
Jedi Guardians are those Jedi who pay less attention to the force in order to focus on combat skills.
Jedi Sentinels are balanced; they are skilled with the force, as well as with lightsaber combat. However, much of their focus in their training involves on honing skills that do not require a knowledge of the Force.
Jedi Consulars seek to observe the higher mysteries of the force. They do not involve themselves in lightsaber combat frequently, but they have the most mastery of the Force.
Two: Are they a Padawan? A Knight? A Master? Please, keep in mind that both of these things need to fit in with one of the premade roles.

an elegant w e a p o n
Now here's where you get to have some fun. At the -very- least, I would like a lightsaber color. If you want to provide a picture of a lightsaber hilt, then go for it. Lightsabers are supposed to be unique, and Jedi have far more options for colors than the Sith. Green, yellow, blue, purple, silver, viridian..just keep in mind that silver and viridian are -rare-. And not everyone can be as badass as Mace Windu. I will give you the option of keeping the same color as your respective class(Guardian, Sentinel, Consular), but that isn't a requirement.

not a n g e r, nor h a t r e d, nor l o v e
Personality! Please, I do love multi-faceted characters. Even for the canon characters, you can get under their skin and see what makes them tick. I'm not going to get specific on length, because I want you to only be limited by your creativity. I understand that it'd be hard with the canon characters, and lets be realistic..your literacy is

A g l i m p s e of the p a s t
Your character's history. If you're playing a canon character and you're not really sure what to do about this..just go to wookiepedia. You can give me a brief summary of important notes in their past, how they came to travel with Revan/The Exile, and what they've done since Revan/the Exile left. I am -not- under any circumstances, going to accept 'will be revealed in the roleplay' for the history. And please..please..don't just give me a sentence. I won't really require it, but I -beg- you, please at least give me a paragraph.
Oh, and a note: The Jedi Masters are, unfortunately, going to have to be like...Jedi who survived the Civil War.

I'll s i n g one last t i m e
Theme song(s)! Please, no more than three..at least, listed here. x3;

the c o l o r of my s o u l
Posting colors! Please, no blinding contrast or invisible colors. x3

Hero. Villian. Savior. Conqueror.
Which will YOU be?
C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n