Profiles ~ Don't Touch!

[Kazza Reaper]

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x x x` - - Jiang Lihua, Tianzi
x x x` - - Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion
x x x` - - KAZZA REAPER
x x x` - - Pale Fragile Rose -- Child Queen


★ s t a r of the s h o w !! 『Tianzi (Jiang Lihua) 』
☆ w e l c o m e to my g i g !! 『Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion 』
★ s t a g e name b a b y !! 『Pale Fragile Rose -- Child Queen 』
☆ t a l k to my m a n a g e r !! 『Kazza Reaper 』

[Kazza Reaper]

I f I a m a p u p p e t

~S a r z a~

Sarza, a cocky winner, didn't realize that she hadn't quite won yet, and was taken completely by surprise when a knee came up behind her to jar her in the back. The effect probably wasn't nearly as effective as Reno had hoped it would be, considering the awkward position that he was trying to knee her from, but it still managed to knock some sense into her. And she definitely felt the blow, right on the spine on top of it, and glared down at her opponent for his attempt, thinking that that was all that he was going to try.

Well, she was wrong, and her cockiness turned into a bit of a problem for her, for at that moment, her grip slackened just barely from the minor shock and major irritation that he was still fighting back, but it was enough to allow her opponent to wrench his wrist from her grip, probably hurting himself more than her, but the twisting had still stung her wrist and broke a nail. She glowered at him, opening her mouth to b***h at him about the broken nail, but what came out instead was a wordless screech. He had taken his opportunity well,far better than she had, and used that wretched weapon of his. That thing hit bare skin, inconveniantly for her, yet oh so lucky for him, her skirt had been hiked up in the struggle and her position didn't help that matter, and she felt the crackling thing right from the source.

It hurt. A lot. But she had felt worse. She didn't feel like her body was failing into nothingness, ever so slowly. Which meant that she could handle it. And, with that thought, she clamped her mouth shut, closing off the scream that had been tearing itself from her throat. There were better things that she could be doing than screaming right now. She steadied her grip on her wakizashi, she wasn't about to lose that, and when she did that, she nicked Reno's neck with it, drawing a tiny bead of blood. Even in her predicament, Sarza had the pride to realize that first blood was hers, and this time, it wasn't her own blood dammit!

"That burns! You are so ******** lucky that wasn't my skirt! You could have burnt it, and it won't heal like my flesh will!" she managed to gripe a mere second before Reno picked himself, and her included, into a backbend.

Her first instinct was to hold on, and that was what she was going to do. She balled her fist into Reno's white buttondown shirt and held on tight as he tried to buck her off.

As perverted a mind as hers was, she even managed to think, Lots of pain and an awkward position.... sexual sadism...? but mentally slapped herself for even thinking it. She did not need to know, nor did she care in the least, about this man's sexual preferences, and she never intended to find out first hand. That very idea almost made her cringe.

His back was upraised, so she didn't have much trouble wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her grip on him with more than just one hand in a flimsy material. She had to admit though, this was definitely not something that she had ever trained for. She wondered vaguely if this made her a master of improv, before thinking that she wasn't a comedian... most of the time.

She lifted her right hand and angled the wakizashi quickly, but carefully, until it was pointing to be able to plunge into his shoulder. And when she had timed the bucking of the man trying to throw her off of himself, she did just that. He bucked again though, and she missed the artery that she was aiming for, to her dismay, and only put a line across the outside of his shoulder.

That meant that she kept the blade, but she lost her grip on the man and was thrown off. She hit the ground hard, but was up and ready for him again in an instant, her left leg still stinging unpleasantly from the shock it had received, but it seemed to be doing what she wanted it to, so she would worry more about that later if she needed to.


T h e n w h o p u l l s m y s t r i n g s ?

[Kazza Reaper]

Character Profile Skeleton {name}

{Ϯӈɪȿ ɪȿ ѡӈѳ ɪ ȧϻ}
☞xxxxʀѳʃҿ: here
xxxxȵȧϻҿ: here
xxxxȧʃɪȧȿ: here
xxxxȧɡҿ: here
xxxxɗȧϮҿ ѳf ѣɪʀϮӈ: here
xxxxɡҿȵɗҿʀ: here

{ȿϮȧʀҿ ȧϮ ϮӈȧϮ ϻɪʀʀѳʀ}
☞xxxxӈҿɪɡӈϮ: here
xxxxѡҿɪɡӈϮ: here
xxxxҏӈʏȿɪɋʉҿ: here
xxxxӈȧɪʀ ȼѳʃѳʀ ȧȵɗ ȿϮʏʃҿ: here
xxxxҿʏҿ ȼѳʃѳʀ: here
xxxxȿҡɪȵ Ϯѳȵҿ: here
xxxxɗɪȿϮiȵɡʉɪȿӈɪȵɡ ϻȧʀkȿ: here
xxxxӈѳѡ’ɗ Ϯӈҿʏ ɡҿϮ Ϯӈҿʀҿ: here

{ɗѳҿȿ ɪϮ ȿϮȧʀҿ ѣȧȼҡ ȧϮ ʏѳʉɁ}
☞xxxxȿϮʏʃҿ:
xxxxϻȧϮҿʀɪȧʃ:
xxxxȧȼȼҿȿȿѳʀɪҿȿ:
xxxxѡҿȧҏѳȵȿ ȧȵɗ Ϯӈҿɪʀ ʉȿҿ:

{Ϯӈҿʏ ϻȧɗҿ ϻҿ ѡӈѳ ɪ ȧϻ}
☞xxxxϻѳϮӈҿʀ: here
xxxxӻȧϮӈҿʀ: here
xxxxȿɪѣʃɪȵɡȿ: here
xxxxӻȧϻɪʃɪȧʃ ʀҿʃȧϮɪѳȵȿӈɪҏ: here
xxxxҏʃȧȼҿ ѳӻ ѣɪʀϮӈ: here
xxxxɗҿϮȧɪʃȿ ѳӻ ѣɪʀϮӈ: here

{Ϯӈѳʉɡӈ ɪ ӈȧʋҿ ϻʏ ѳѡȵ ҏȧϮӈ}
☞xxxxȿȼӈѳѳʃ: here
xxxxɡʀȧɗҿ ѳr ʃҿʋҿʃ: here
xxxxȧȼȧɗҿϻɪȼ ȿϮʀҿȵɡϮӈȿ: here
xxxxȧȼȧɗҿϻɪȼ ѡҿȧҡȵҿȿȿҿȿ: here
xxxxʃȧȵɡʉȧɡҿ(ȿ): here
xxxxȿȼӈѳѳʃ ӻʀɪҿȵɗȿ: here

{ȧȵɗ ɪ ѡɪʃʃ ӻѳʃʃѳѡ ɪϮ Ϯѳ Ϯӈҿ ҿȵɗ}
☞xxxxϮʏҏҿ ѳӻ ѡѳʀҡ: here
xxxxҿȼѳȵѳϻɪȼ ȿϮȧϮʉȿ: here
xxxxȿҡɪʃʃȿ: here

{ѣҿȼȧʉȿe ɪ ѡɪʃʃ ӻɪɡӈϮ ӻѳʀ ѡӈȧϮ ɪ ѣҿʃɪҿʋҿ ɪȵ}
☞xxxxʀҿʃɪɡɪѳȵ ѳʀ ȿҏɪʀɪϮʉȧʃ ҏȧϮӈ: here
xxxxҏѳʃɪϮɪȼȿ: here
xxxxȧϻѣɪϮɪѳȵȿ: here
xxxxѳϮӈҿʀ ҏӈɪʃѳȿѳҏӈɪҿȿ: here

{Ϯӈҿȿҿ ʃɪϮϮʃҿ ɋʉɪʀҡȿ ϻȧҡҿ ϻҿ ѡӈѳ ɪ ȧϻ}
☞xxxxϻѳϮɪʋȧϮɪѳȵ(ȿ): here
xxxxѡҿȧkȵҿȿȿҿȿ ѳʀ ӻʃȧѡȿ: here
xxxxȿϮʀҿȵɡϮӈȿ: here
xxxxѡӈȧϮ ȼȧʉȿҿȿ: here
xxxxxx• ӻҿȧʀ: here
xxxxxx• ӈȧҏҏɪȵҿȿȿ ѳʀ ȷѳʏ: here
xxxxxx• ȧȵɡҿʀ: here
xxxxxx• ȿѳʀʀѳѡ: here
xxxxʃҿȿȿѳȵ(ȿ) Ϯѳ ʃҿȧʀȵ: here

{ɗɪɡ ȧ ʃɪϮϮʃҿ ɗҿҿҏҿʀ}
☞xxxxӻȧʋѳʀɪϮҿ: here
xxxxxx• ȼѳʃѳʀ: here
xxxxxx• ӻѳѳɗ: here
xxxxxx• ɗʀɪȵҡ: here
xxxxxx• ϻʉȿɪȼȧʃ ɡҿȵʀҿ: here
xxxxxx• ȿѳȵɡ: here
xxxxxx• ȧʀϮ: here
xxxxxx• ӈѳѣѣʏ ѳʀ ȿҏѳʀϮ: here

{ɪϮ'ȿ ѡӈȧϮ ɪ'ϻ ɡѳѳɗ ȧϮ}
☞xxxxYour character's skills, such as cooking or singing. The ones that don't serve as much use, but they're still there and need to be addressed becuase they help make the character who they are.

{ɪ ȼȧȵ ɗѳ ϮӈȧϮ}
☞xxxxYour character's other abilities. The ones that are not central to the character and require much practice to keep honed, or the ones that the character is working to perfect. Up to three.

{Ϯӈɪȿ ѳȵҿ ҡҿҿҏȿ ϻҿ ɡѳɪȵɡ ѡӈҿȵ ɪ'ϻ ɗѳѡȵ}
☞xxxxYour character's love interest, whether it is requited or not. This area is subject to change.

{ɪ Ϯѳʃɗ ʏѳʉ ɪ ѡȧȿ ɋʉɪʀҡʏ}
☞xxxxThe defining characteristics of your characters. Any interesting and recurrent habits that your character may have, or something so defining that another character would know them by it automatically. Those things that make your character who they are. Basically, it can be seen as a brief overview of your character's Personality, though it can be used other ways if you can think of appropriate ones.

{ɪϮ'ȿ ѡӈҿʀҿ ɪ ȼȧϻҿ ӻʀѳϻ}
☞xxxxA brief history of your character that another player may look at without having to reread the entire biography. Two paragraphs at the most.

{ȧȵɗ ѡӈҿʀҿ ɪ ӈѳҏҿ Ϯѳ ʀҿϮʉʀȵ Ϯѳ}
☞xxxxA brief biography of your character's upbringing which will serve as the same use as the Origin above. Two paragraphs at the most.

{Ϯӈҿʏ Ϯѳʃɗ ϻҿ ɪ ѡȧȿ ȿҏҿȼɪȧʃ}
☞xxxxPower that your character has. Remember that they can not be too extreme or too powerful, and no power comes without a price. At the most, your character may have three powers, and having three powers will be rare and there must be some reason for all of those powers; they must be explained in detail and accepted by the creator. There should be no more than three sentences concerning each power.

{ѡӈȧϮ'ȿ ɪȵ ȧ ȵȧϻҿ}
☞xxxxNumerology is a tool that can be used during character creation, using the character's name, that can be used to tell more of a character's possible personality. All characters must have this done, but no character is required to follow what is found therein exactly. If someone does not know what, or how to use, Numerology, then send Kazza Reaper a PM with the character's full name and she will do it for you.

{ѡӈȧϮ ȧѣѳʉϮ Ϯӈҿ ɗȧϮҿ}
☞xxxxPersonalogy is another aid in defining a character's personality. This is also required of all characters but is again only an aid and it is not necessarry to follow the details that are given. Again, if a person does not know how to do Personology, then send Kazza Reaper a PM with the character's birth date: date, month, year, and time of day that they were born. Note that Personology is more vague than Numerology.

{ѡʀɪϮҿ ɪϮ ѳȵ Ϯӈҿ ѡȧʃʃȿ ѳӻ ʃɪӻҿ}
☞xxxxA detailed biography of your character. A minimum of five paragraphs. There is no limit after that on how detailed that you want to be with your character.

{ӈȧʋҿ ɪ ϻҿȵϮɪѳȵҿɗ ѡӈѳ ɪ ȧϻ}
☞xxxxUsing ideas from both the character's Numerology and Personology create a detailed Personality for your character. A minimum of three paragraphs and no limit after that.

{ʃɪȿϮҿȵ Ϯѳ Ϯӈҿ ʃʏʀɪȼȿ ѳӻ Ϯӈҿ ӈҿȧʀϮ}
☞xxxxYour character's Playlist, at least three are required, but there is no limit on how many you may use. Please include a link to the song and the name and artist.

{ɋʉҿȿϮɪѳȵȿɁ}
☞xxxxThis is where you would put any other information about the character that other people should know.

[Kazza Reaper]

E r y n

T h e y r e g o n n a f i x u s

It hurt, a lot. Felt like she was burning from the inside, some corrosive acid eating at her innards. But she didn't say a word to verbalize her pain, she didn't want anyone to worry about her. They couldn't quell her pain, so why should they have to suffer too, by worrying about her? They didn't, and she didn't want to make them do it needlessly.

She was wandering around Edge, as had become her norm in the last few months. Her parents didn't know what to do with her, and that was no one's fault, not theirs, and not hers, but she could see in their eyes that they blamed themselves for her Geostigma. It was spreading even faster than it had been when she had first... developed it? Was that the right word for it? She didn't know, really. Whatever she should call it, she had it now, and she had had it for a while now and it was getting worse day by day. It had started on the side of her neck, and now it crawled down her back along her spine and down her right arm like some sort of infection, and it may just be that. Like she said, she had no idea.

She wandered the alleys, seeing other children with the Stigma, some of them had no homes and that was why they were there. Some of them were dying before her eyes and there was nothing that she could do about it. As far as she knew, there was nothing that anyone could do about it. And she too would share the same fate as all the others that had died because of this affliction. At least, that's what everyone thought. And really, what could be done about it? No one had any clue what it was that was causing it, nor did they have any sort of clue as to how to fix it.

Did that mean that Eryn was going to just give up and lay down waiting for death to greet her with open arms? No, she didn't want to greet death. Not just yet, it was far too soon. Call her greedy, but she was too young to die such a painful death.

She saw something strange then, as she was walking. She noticed that a lot of children with Geostigma were crowding around a pick up truck, and, curious though she was about what it might be about, she passed it by for now. She paused though to listen in, a silver haired man was saying he had a cure for them, if they would only come with him. She kept walking, if the truck was still there she might climb on with a bunch of those other kids. But, for now she was going to play it safe and think on it while she walked. It seemed a lot like the old man with the lollipop... and those stories never ended well, now did they?

[Kazza Reaper]

Oooo~ Pretty! //
Oh yeah; I want THIS guy // Raena Azlyn Keating (Slytherin)
You know...? THIS one! // Raena's a quiet girl with a bit of a bite. One moment she's quiet and reserved and the next you can hear her from across the room. She the type that tends to ramble when she thinks, whether she's thinking aloud or not. She's understanding and fairly open, not the typical bend of a Slytherin, but she was brought up by her parents, both of whom were Death Eaters, and they ingrained certain undesirable things in her head. Though, by the time the Dark Lord fell, she still hadn't decided which side she would be best joining, and was glad, because she didn't have to face the legal proceedings that faced the rest of the Dark Wizards... the ones that lived at least. She mourned the loss of several people that she knew, but none of them were good friends of hers, she was more known for keeping to herself, even more so now that the school's numbers have dropped, at least of the ones that she knew well enough to actually hold a conversation with. She tends to avoid awkward situations, but she does have her moments where she'll just suck it up and trudge on through the moment until it passes into a sort of almost comfort with the person she's talking to.
They'd be a puppet but... oh come on, I'm awesome // A current roleplay

[Kazza Reaper]

” Your designer heart still beats with common blood. “

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My name is || Raena Azlyn Keating
But I'm rarely addressed by it || Azie, Rae
I've been here a shockingly short amount of time... || Seventeen
I remember the day they dragged me here || June 8 1980
Some batshit crazy old woman says it affects me too... || Gemini
I see this in the mirror || Raena is a seventeen year old young woman with straight black hair that reaches to about the middle of her back and eyes the color of dark chocolate. Her wand is Yew, 12 inches, Hebridean Black dragon scale, swishy and she never goes anywhere without it. She's on the taller side of short, but is usually wearing heels which make her look more like an average height.
In my spare time, I like to chase || Heterosexual, as a general rule
Oh yeah, speaking of which, you tell this person I like them? You're dead. || None just yet


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The wonderful sound of growing up ||

Raena Azlyn Keating was born the only child to a pureblood family some seventeen years ago. Though they were rich, Raena wasn't given everything under the sun, though she did have a grand old time with a Houself to do her bidding, sadistically enjoying watching him punish himself when he did something wrong.

Her mother, Irene Smith-Keating, and her father, Charles Keating, were both Death Eaters, and remained loyal to the Dark Lord even after his fall, believing wholeheartedly that he would one day return to his former glory. This they taught their daughter from her conception and this she believed through the years that they raised her. She wasn't entirely like her parents though, she was far more reserved than they and far less likely to get herself into trouble with others by going around spouting her beliefs about the Dark Lord.

When she was eleven, she got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry her parents weren't happy for her, since they already knew that she would get that letter. There was no way that they had produced a Squib, not in such a pure line as theirs. So, Raena went off to Hogwarts, sitting with people that she didn't know on that first adventure on the Hogwarts Express and didn't really talk too much with them apart from introductions and vague comments about the weather. They were also fellow First Years, and they, after getting over the awkward silence and discomfort of being with completely new people and away from home for longer than they had likely ever been before, talked nonstop, some of the others knew more about the school than others either through stories from their parents or older siblings. Then there were the two that knew nothing of what was going on, they were Muggleborn, and according to what her parents had taught her, she was better than them... and probablythe rest of the students in that compartment, just because she was Pureblood and they were not. But how could she know that she was better than them if she knew nothing about them in the first place. She decided that she would wait until making that judgement.

Once at the school, and standing in line facing a few hundred other students that were older and happened to be gawking shamelessly at them. Turns out that they were actually gawking at the Boy Who Lived. Apparently it was his first year at Hogwarts as well, and her upbringing told her that she had to, just had to, hate him with everything that she could muster. But, she didn't. He was an infant when he defeated the Dark Lord, no one knew how. It might have been something special about him, some amazing dark power that would make him great in the eyes of Death Eaters, someone new to flock to the shadow of. He was Sorted into Gryffindor, and she was Sorted into Slytherin with very little pause, and very few words whispered into her mind by the Sorting Hat. She sat at the table that whose applause was loudest, and the next several years flew by in a myriad of unimportant events.

That is, until the Dark Lord finally rose again, just like her parents said that he would. Sadly, Raena had never put much thought into this event, so she didn't know what she thought about it. Should she follow in her parents' footsteps and become a Death Eater? Did she even believe in what it was that the Dark Lord wanted? These questions kept her from making a decision by the time of The Battle of Hogwarts, and she stayed, helping people in need, not really choosing a side, even at the end.

Her parents stood before the Wizengamot to face their judgement, just like so many other Death Eaters were, and they were sentenced to Azkaban. Her home was taken, searched and plundered for Dark Artifacts. And she watched them do it, waiting until those people were done with their work so that she could go through the house and save those things that she loved most. Which wasn't much, but she did take her clothes and her other most valuable possessions before turning her back on the home forever. She freed the Houself from her families' servitude and handed the agonized creature over to one of the wizards on sight. If the wizard wanted to keep him, then so be it, if he wanted to put him up to another family, it didn't matter to her either way.

She left that house and found a place for herself to stay in a small home beside a lake, glad that she still had all the gold that her family owned, remembering how the wizards there were unhappy that they couldn't think of a reason to take that as well. She's lived there and was searching for a job until she got wind that all seventh year students had to return to the school to finish their education. And so, she returned to Diagon Alley, bought her school supplies, and found herself once again on the scarlet steam engine known as the Hogwarts Express, returning to the school that had been her home for so many months over the last several years for what would probably be the last time.


They say the mind is a weapon... ||

Raena is a quiet girl with a bit of a bite to her. She's generally quiet and reserved, but at times she's loud and can be heard from across the room. She thinks things through thoroughly before she makes a decision, and she never likes to make an assumption before she knows the facts. She doesn't base her opinions on a person or thing at face value and she never judges the bok bythe cover. She is usually very understanding and willing to listen without judgement to a person, and she has an open mind. She thinks that everyone makes mistakes, she can think of more than a few that she's made over her lifetime, and even some that she continues to make, and yet, she does nothing about them. She talented and artistic, some of her favorite pasttimes is drawing, writing, and singing and she's talented with them. She's also practical and reliable as a friend, but doesn't make friends easily in the first place, so she's especially good to those that she does have.

But, she has a bit of a sadistic side, which she mostly takes out on Houselves, who are so willing to torment themselves when they do something wrong. While she can be understanding, she also has a sharp tongue tipped with venomous sacrasm, and isn't afraid to speak her mind, whether it's to stand up for herself or if it's to tell someone that they're wrong. She avoids awkward situations, but when she speaks her mind, that all goes out the window. She can also be pretty unfocused, which has never helped her schoolwork, though she's always managed to pull through with decent grades. She can also be easily offended, especially when people assume that she's just a stereotypical Slytherin (which she can be on occasion, but that doesn't mean she wants to hear it form people). She can be a bit too stubborn at times, and when she doesn't get her way she's prone to angry outbursts that usually get her nowhere, fast.


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Wait, back the [********] up... ||

Reading a good book
Writing, whether for school or fun
Drawing
Singing
Sweet potatoes
Doing things in her own time
Transfiguration

Ugh, I'd rather have the cruciatus curse... ||

Having a schedule
Not getting her way
People who make assumptions about her
History of Magic, really, who likes that class?
Animal fat, something you'll never catch her eating

Hush... you heard nothing of this ||

Raena tends to be a bit lonely nowadays, considering that a lot of the people that she's ever actually talked to comfortably are dead or decided not to come back to the school to retake their seventh year. She bought herself a scrawny little kitten after she left home and named her Noir. She talks to her like she's a real person, and plays with her constantly. Noir tends to drive away how lonely Raena is trying to avoid letting people know she's feeling. When she isn't talking to the kitten, she'll talk to herself, though usually not aloud. She can have some very in depth conversations with herself.
She has also yet to decide which side she would have been on if she had chosen a side during the war.


I'd listen to it forever and a day || Voices and Broken Bones both by Rev Theory
Oh crap, not these guys again || Slytherin
Have you seen this nutjob? || Kazza Reaper

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[Kazza Reaper]

R a e n a A z l y n K e a t i n g

Y o u r d e s i g n e r h e a r t s t i l l b e a t s w i t h c o m m o n b l o o d

It was five in the morning and there was already life within Raena's little cottage of a home. The young woman had always been an early riser, and she was going about her little abode making herself something to eat and making sure she hadn't forgotten something, as she was always one to do. Today she had decided to make her breakfast without the aid of magic, and honestly, it was only an omelet, so it wasn't like she was about to kill something... or someone, and since hers was the only house anywhere nearby, it was most likely that she would only kill herself if she had a moment. She bustled around her little kitchen humming to herself one of the songs from her new favorite movie, one that she had just discovered the week before. By the time she was finished humming the tune, her vegetable omelet was done, and it smelled delicious. She put it onto a plate and, after pouring herself a glass of milk, brought it over to the table to sit down and eat her concoction. She would admit that she wasn't the best cook, who would be if they had been raised with a Houself doing most of that kind of work for her. As she ate her way through the three eggs that she had put into the omelet, she thought of her old Houself, with whom she had just parted barely a few months beforehand, and wondered how he was doing. Hopefully he had found a new family. She had liked dear Ebbin, granted, she had also enjoyed watching Ebbin hurt himself when he did something wrong, but she still had liked the Houself.

She dwelled on the idea the entire time it took her to finish eating, even while she brought her plate to the sink, draining what was left of the milk that was in her glass before she turned on the faucet and cleaned the dishes without magic. But, she got lazy when it came to cleaning the frying pan, and whipped out her wand to finish the job. With that done, she could go about the rest of her morning rituals.

She went to her bedroom, opening her closet to stare for a few moments at its contents before she decided that she would wear her white ruffled button down shirt that she never decided if it looked more old fashioned or more like a pirate, a black skirt that went down to just above her knees, a pair of black socks that ended just below her knees, and a pair of fishnet gloves to complete the ensemble. With those articles of clothing in tow, she went to the bathroom, locking the door even though she lived alone and verily in the middle of nowhere, and jumped into a hot shower that immediately fogged up the mirror above the sink. She stood there letting the water run over her, warming the morning chill right out of her and easing the tension from her muscles at the same time. It wasn't until almost forty-five minutes later that Raena finally turned off the water and stepped out of the bath and onto the rug that would keep her floor dry and clean. With a contented breath and a towel wrapped around herself tightly, she stretched and cracked her back, feeling much better for it.

She dressed at a decent pace, not bothering to rush as it couldn't be any later than half past six in the morning, as it always was when she got to this part of her morning rituals. Once she was dressed and out of the bathroom, brush and dirty clothes in hand, Raena decided to through whatever dirty clothes she had in to wash before she left, otherwise, she didn't want to know what would happen to them while she was gone at school.

That's right, it was September first, and Raena Azlyn Keating was on her way back to her final year at Hogwarts.... Again. All seventh years, at least Raena hoped that all of last semester's seventh years had gotten it, had been delivered and owl telling them that they would be heading back to Hogwarts to complete their schooling. Good morning imaginary eighth year! It was times like this that Raena was glad she hadn't found a good job while she was hunting over the summer. Granted, she had stopped looking the moment she got that letter and decided not to ignore it. She was glad also that her family had enough money, and by 'her family' she meant 'her' as her family was locked away with a sentence of life in Azkaban after being convicted of being followers of the Dark Lord. Well, it was true. And she hadn't been... Ministry officials did not need to know that she had still been on the fence about the entire ordeal. So, while her house had been raided, Raena got to keep all of her things, and her family's fortune. And she had used a small portion of that fortune to buy this little cottage. What need did she have of a manor when it would only be her and the memories living there anyway?

With her clothes in the wash, and it only being seven in the morning, Raena walked, wearing only her socks on her feet, around the little home, bidding it goodbye for the time being and double checking that everything was locked, both magically and nonmagically, and that there wasn't anything that she had forgotten. She found herself some spare quills and an extra bottle of ink, which she put into her faded brown messenger bag, one that looked like it had seen better days, but it was still sturdy and did it's job, and Raena adored it for some unknown reason. It also had the book she was currently reading in it, not to mention the next in the series, just in case she finished that one on the train. She couldn't honestly say what she was feeling about getting onto that train once again. She had thought she was done with school, at least that phase of school, but she hadn't taken her N.E.W.T.s in the chaos of last semester. Not to mention that she hadn't exactly learned much, except that the Carrows were a pair of thickheaded idiots. So, when she thought about it that way, she was happy that she was going back... some part of her felt incomplete without that stage of her schooling.

When she pulled herself from her thoughts, she found herself standing in front of a window looking out on the lake that she lied on the edge of, seeing the murky white-grey fog crawling over the surface, not yet burned away by the morning sun. With a slight shake of her head, she moved away from the window, not able to see much out of it anyway, and moved back into the house. By this time, it was about eight in the morning, and she went to switch her wet, clean clothes to the dryer. After that, with her hands tingling from the chill that was the moist clothing, she went back to her bedroom and flicked on the lights with her wand. Curled up on her bed was a tiny little ball of fluff, a scrawny black kitten named Noir, that once the lights turned on picked up her head to stare through large pale grey eyes. Still curled up between Raena's large down pillow and the Egyptian Sateen comforter that was hastily thrown into something that could be called made.

The tiny kitten, barely old enough to be away from her mother's nourishing milk, squeaked at her as she walked over, putting a smile right onto Raena's face, "Good morning to you too, Noir," she cooed, scooping up the little cat and placing her in the night table so that she could properly make her bed. It wasn't so perfect that she could bounce a coin off of it, but it was still good. Then she stood back, Noir pawing at her from her perch, looking at the bedspread. Her linens were far more comfortable than the ones that the school offered... did she really want to leave them here, unused for the next handful and a half of months? At the thought, she found herself stripping her bed of its linens and tossing them into her open trunk... after putting an Expansion Charm on it so that everything would still fit.

Her clothes finished then, and she scooped up the kitten to go and empty the dryer and put those clothes into her trunk as well. It was time for her to go through her cabinets and throw away anything that would spoil while she was gone, which was more or less everything. And, once that was done, it was time for one last run through of the house, and to be off for King's Cross Station. She slipped on her messenger bag, tucking the kitten inside for the ride, and grabbed her trunk before turning on her heel and Apparating with a loud crack to reappear in an alley behind the Station. She wasted no time in making her way through the wall and to the platform that she would be needing for what may just be the last time. Then again, she had said the same thing last year.

Once on the platform, she cast a quick eye around seeing a bunch of people that she recognized, most of them younger, but a few were her age, but she didn't know any of them well enough to stand around and mingle. It seemed that Slytherins in her year were making themselves scarce for the time being. Why did that not surprise her? Then again, a good chunk of them were dead... she should feel sorrier about that than she did, then again, it was odd, but the general gloom that seemed to be hanging oer most people wasn't hanging around her. That's what happens when you don't have any good, real friends. She glanced at the clock, and breathed in a gasp.

"How is it that I can wake up at five in the morning and still end up running late?" she asked herself aloud as she hurried onto the train, it was about twenty minutes to eleven, and that meant that there would be very few choices in seating. She levitated her trunk onto the train and started walking down the corridor, looking into compartment after full compartment. She sighed, and the few compartments that could fit her, weren't exactly ones that she would want to sit in, the people in them were far younger, far more rowdy, and just... not something she wanted to deal with at the moment.

Finally, she passed a compartment with just two people in it. And, to her luck, one of those people was in her House. No wonder there was no one else there though, as it was Draco Malfoy, and he was sure to be ostracized to some degree, probably a great degree, over the year. She didn't recognize the other person though, but, it hadn't been Raena to interrupt Malfoy's solitude, so she assumed that it wouldn't be her to get the brunt of his irritation, if he was irritated in the first place.... well, she hoped at least. And she slid open the compartment door, and with a grin, greeted them good morning.

"Good morning, I hope that you don't mind me joining you?" she said it as a question, though she stepped into the compartment, sliding the door closed behind her and setting her trunk in the luggage rack out of the way before sitting next to the other person, the one she didn't recognize, as Malfoy was laying across the bench he was on, "I don't believe that we've met, I'm Raena Keating. And you are?" she prompted, turning to her with a smile, though her voice was somewhat hushed, not wanting to disturb Malfoy too much. She took note that the young woman had a... puppy... she didn't think that puppies were allowed at Hogwarts, and made sure to keep Noir in her sight, or grasp, at all times.

It was then that Noir poked her head out of the messenger bag slung over Raena's shoulder with a mewl that was barely audible. Raena sat the kitten in her lap as she took the messenger bag from her shoulder and placed it on the floor by her feet. Noir saw the kitten on Malfoy's stomach and mewled, trying to get its attention and struggling futilely to get away from Raena, who held Noir firmly, not sure how the other cat would react to her own... though she did stifle a giggle that Draco Malfoy had a kitten. A very cute kitten at that.

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[Kazza Reaper]

ғαє cℓαιяє ℓιsℓє

≫ρ ι s c є s т н є ғ ι s н≪

"Peace can only be achieved through destruction."

мємσяιєs, sнαяρ αs sɹəƃƃɐp
P i e r c e i n t o t h e f l e s h o f t o d a y
The suicideoflove took away all that matters
And buried the remains in an
Unmarked grave in your heart

ωιтн тнє snoɯouəʌ кιss чσυ ɢαvє мє
I'm killing loneliness
With the warmth of your arms you saved me,
Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you
The killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
I'm killing loneliness

иαιℓє∂ тσ α ssoɹɔ, тσɢєтнєя
As solitude b e g s us to s t a y
And we disappear in the lie, forever
And denounce the power of death over our
Souls and secret words are said to start a war

Fae watched as Virgo wandered around, trying to avoid her, but it was a futile attempt. Those blades at her side said it all. It was like the trident that they had once been hated the young woman as much as she did for what she did to it. Oh, just thinking of it made her blood boil. Yes, her blades told her the truth, they would recognize the reason that they were in the state that they were in no matter what.

Her hand twitched, as if wanting to soothe the weapons, they were the bane of her existance, yes, but that didn't mean that she couldn't feel what it was that they were feeling. Which was absurd. How could her blades feel anything. They were in no way sentient. True, they seemed to be the personification of water, but that didn't mean that they had a mind of their own. These things that she was feeling, well, she always knew that she had gone a little over the edge during that time in the forest.

Even still, she managed to stay her hand, if for just the time it took for her to calm her own nerves. Then again, her nerves were never particularly calm, in fact, she wasn't able to calm herself nearly as much as she thought that she had. She learned this when Virgo finally looked at her, after she had said something of course. Called her out of her little hidey hole. Her eyes narrowed when Virgo denied who she was. Even if she was trying to hide herself, she sould never deny who she is, it just isn't right. And that made Virgo even more of nothing in her eyes. And Virgo was already just a bit on the nothing side to Pisces Incarnate. Obviously, to deny knowing your mortal enemy is to deny yourself. Well, to The Fish it was.

"I care not for your name, or your title. I care only for the path to your destruction," Fae said, her teeth gritted only slightly, giving her a look of something near unbalanced rage. Fae was almost always unbalanced nowadays, she was just one that knew how not to show something like that. It could and up being a matter of life or death. Or, at least, freedom and being locked away somewhere in the dark, where no sound would reach her, and she couldn't feel the water around her. That was something that she wouldn't dare risk.

Fae grinned, like hell was she about to go outside. There were a lot of people here, true, but they were nothing to her. She would kill none of them, but she wouldn't go out of her way to keep them safe, either. Then, she shook her head and began to laugh. It started as a giggle, and then grew into something akin to a cackle, displaying her madness.

Without a word, The Fish condensed the water in the air, feeling the moisture bead around her in a feeling that told her that it was coming to her aid, as it always would. She covered her hand in the water and rushed straight at Virgo, that wrethced Maiden that had so surely destroyed her life once upon a time, attempting to drown her with that water covered hand.



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[Kazza Reaper]

Tomoe Hotaru

Through the accident in this Infinity zone,
The one I was supposed to have eternal sleep in,
'Hotaru,' began to live without life as a cyber.
In that girl's body, I wasn't supposed to awaken.
It was a shock to my spirit as well.

Then that body began to live under the utilization.
Then Professor Tomoe's twisted mind summoned
Those from the other world.
But... there was nothing I could do.
We were drawn here.
The passage of the other world opened here.

This land was the chosen place.
All the power gathered here.
And then everything began the walk toward ruin.
Everything was set up by fate.
Now that I've awakened, I must
Bring down this silence glaive.

Hotaru put her book down, her eyes getting sore from reading for so long, and heay from exhaustion. It hadn't been a really hard day or anything, but she had been up for a few hours more than she usually would have been for the day. So, she decided that it was about time to go to bed. So, she got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, then went on her way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water so she wouldn't have to get up in the middle of the night if she was thirsty.

"You're up late, Hotaru." her father said, walking into the kitchen in his labcoat. That must have been why she hadn't seen him when she came home, he had been working again.

Hotaru gave him one of her gentle smiles saying, "Sorry Daddy, I lost track of time while I was reading. I'm going to bed now."

Water bottle in hand, Hotaru gave her father another grin and went back to her room, put on her pajamas, and crawled into bed for the night, making sure that her alarm clock was on so she would wake up in time to get to school.

The suffering of the moment of destruction. The guide to death, will lead to the world of silence and nothingness!

S a i l o r S a t u r n S e n s h i o f D e a t h a n d R e b i r t h

[Kazza Reaper]

〖 Suwa, Remi 〗____x

General Information


Alias ⊰ Remi, or Rem
Age ⊰ Immortal at seventeen, really only twenty
Birthday ⊰ April 8
Gender ⊰ Female
Height ⊰ 5' 3"
Weight ⊰ 104 pounds
Hair color and style ⊰ Remi has long black hair with red streaks going down to her lower back that she usually keeps in either pigtails or buns, both of which are generally messy which she purposely styles them to be so.
Eye color ⊰ Remi has naturally chocolate brown eyes, but those are normally kept hidden by either red or blue contacts.
Role ⊰ The Young Immortal
Occupation ⊰ Code Bearer



Relationships ⊰


Eli ⊰
The young man who saved her from life on the street and gave her Geass. Too bad he was also the man who transfered his Code to her just before he shot her in the spine as she suffered and watched him commit suicide and finally find eternal freedom. Remi was never the same after that little incident.


Weapons & Abilities ⊰



Knightmare ⊰
Do you have one? Nope Can you operate one? Nope Build one? Nope

* Model: (Name of Frame)
* Series:
* Height: (In Meters please)
* Weight: (Kg is fine)
* Weapons:

o (Insert Weapons Here)

* Equipment/Installment:

o (Insert Equipment Here)




Any other weapons or abilities you might have? ⊰
Remi is immortal, and has only been so for the last three years. It wasn't long after the Demon King was killed that Eli, the person that gave her Geass, decided that her Geass was developed enough for her to inherit his immortality. She also has the ability to give Geass to a human.

She also generally has some sort of dagger on her. She dislikes guns, they're too loud and tend to hurt the person being shot and those that are shooting, so she avoids them.

Personality ⊰


In a word, bitchy. Kiri sute gomen is one of her favorite expressions. You want a little more than that? Well... I've got an attitude problem, I know it, you don't know it yet, but I'll be sure to let you know nice and quick. I'm really impatient and tend to have a short attention span since I deal with a lot of idiots that don't deserve my attention in the first place. I can be loud, especially if you piss me off (not hard to do by the way) but tend to stay quiet... I can also be that sappy love-sick girl, but like hell am I about to let any of you know that. (She is also insecure, confused and somewhat bitter).



Likes
✔ Her iPod
✔ Skullcandy
✔ Music, especially rock
✔ Thunderstorms
✔ Snow cones

Dislikes
✗ Idiots
✗ Being alone (though she will vehemently deny it)
✗ The sun when it's really bright
✗ Hot, muggy, sticky weather
✗ Silence


Fears
☠ Isolation, it reminds her of those years she spent as a street rat, and it scares her. She hates to be alone, and can show symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder if she's alone for too long. That's not to say that she needs to be near someone that's interacting with her at all times, but just being around other people is enough to keep her sane. This is why she prefers to stay in the cities, where people are never in short supply.



History/Biography ⊰


Remi was born into an ancient Bushi clan, the Suwa. She can trace her lineage directly to the clan's founder Seiwa Gengji and until the Britannians invaded Japan they still followed the old ways. But the family home was attacked and destroyed sending the clan fleeing for their lives. Many stayed and fought like true bushi and all of them died. Her father, with a wife and two young children, fled and survived in hiding. He became a member of the Black Knights until the rebellion was a success and the Black Knights supposedly disbanded. Remi and her younger brother were born, Remi being seven years older than her brother Tatsuya.

They grew up in a traditional family, rebuilding the clan home that had been utterly destroyed and that was how Remi grew up.

But when she got home from school one day, she was met with a gruesome sight. Her entire family had been murdered and most of the family's valuables were gone. She learned that day that things in Japan were less than perfect and that people were still struggling to make ends.

She stood staring at her home, then she went inside and found a necklace with the Suwa crest on it that had been her father's gift to her mother when they were married. She took off the one that she was already wearing and made a bracelet out of it so that this one could be worn as it should.

With that, and many tears seeping down her face for her loss, Remi turned away from her home. She lived on the streets for a time, hearing things about the Black Knights that her father had been a part of but unable to join them for lack of skill and being only thirteen, acting like any street rat would until the day that Eli approached her. He said that he saw a powerful will to live in her and with that took her hand and brought her under his wing. Once she was back in good health he gave her Geass. She was thirteen at the time and four years later her Geass was fully developed. One day, not long after the fall of the Demon Emperor, without a word Eli lead her back to the home that her family had been rebuilding. It was untouched and he lead her inside. It was there that he transferred his Code to her before shooting her in the spine. It was cruel and she died slowly watching Eli, whom she thought had loved her, though now wrongly assumed that her love went unrequited, kill himelf as well.

That was three years ago.



In their Playlists ⊰


♪Personal Theme; "Fragments of Faith" by Lacuna Coil
"The Last Night" by Skillet
"Spellbound" by Lacuna Coil
"Careless Whisper by Seether


Infatuations ⊰


Remi is heterosexual, but usually won't let herself get too interested in another person, for fear that they'll find out that she's immortal. But, she is more than a little likely to grow attached to a person that she gives Geass to.


Classified Information⊰


Remi has attachment issues, so even if the person that she contracted with turned into someone like Mao, she would still steadfastly stay by their side.

Kiri sute gomen means, 霧 捨て 後免, "authorization to cut and leave (the body of the victim)." The expression is still used today as, "I apologize in advance for this one."

Former Geass: Geass of Sound~ the ability to manipulate sound waves and how they're heard by others.

Her Code is on the small of her back and she easily passes it off as a tattoo.

Kazza Reaper

[Kazza Reaper]

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〖 C.C. 〗____x

General Information


Alias ⊰ Some say that my birth name was Cera
Age ⊰ Hmmm... it seems I've lost count...
Birthday ⊰ I never knew that in the first place
Gender ⊰ Female
Height ⊰ 120 pounds
Weight ⊰ 5'4"
Role ⊰ The Aged Angel
Occupation ⊰ Code Bearer



Relationships ⊰


The Black Demon King ⊰
She gave him Geass, and he changed the world. Too bad she thinks that he's as dead as everyone thinks he is. She was his shield and his confidante, but now there is nothing but a memory of him.

The White Grim Reaper [col0r=limegreen]⊰
Once an enemy, he became an ally when both took it upon themselves to protect the Demon King against those that would kill him. He was left to care for Nunnally and be the new Zero in the death of Lelouch. She doesn't know what happened to him after the rise of the Akkadian Empire.


Weapons & Abilities ⊰



Knightmare ⊰
Do you have one? No Can you operate one? Yes Build one? No

* Model: I don't have one right now
* Series:
* Height:
* Weight:
* Weapons:

o

* Equipment/Installment:

o



Any other weapons or abilities you might have? ⊰
C.C. is unaging and immortal, as such she can be killed in anyway and will still recover, after a period of time. She can give the power of Geass to others. She can, within close proximity, create hallucinations in others that can be both chaotic and ominous and risks driving the other person insane; this must happen through some sort of physical contact: either direct or indirect. Also a capable leader and able to wield most firearms efficiently and is proficient in hand to hand combat. She can pilot Knightmare Frames, both standard and duel Frames, such as the Gawain.



Personality ⊰


C.C. is a detached and lonely young woman, who just so happens to be older than just about anyone that you might meet. After so many years alone, she claims to have forgotten who loves her and who hates her. She cares little for those that she contracts with, but will, in the end, protect and sere them in hopes that this time they will finally be able to fulfill their part of the contract, which none have ever before been able to do. She is willful, doing anything she wants to do, even if it risks something important, but still she manages to take her duties seriously when the occasion calls for it: when the person she is contracted with may be in danger.

She had started to feel less alone when Lelouch started to soften her heart, and believed that he had actually cared for her, even going so far as to cry knowing that he was going to sacrifice his life for the good of the world.



Likes
✔ Pizza
✔ Cheeze-kun
✔ Quiet
✔ The countryside
✔ Pizza Hut

Dislikes
✗ Immortality
✗ The Geass Directorate
✗ Being captured
✗ Those who fail to keep up their end of the contract
✗ Dominoes


Fears
☠ Death, it's ironic but true that her greatest desire also happens to be her greatest fear.



History/Biography ⊰


After the death of the Demon King, C.C. went into hiding somewhere out in the country where no one would ask questions about the stray young woman who seems to distant and forlorn. There she watched as the world passed her by, promising that she would never get herself involved in something of that scale again, no matter how much longer her immortal life would last her. She kept this thought even through the rise of the Akkadian Empire, those who wish to follow in the footsteps of Charles. It wasn't until the new incarnation of Zero arose that her attention was caught. This new Zero, masquerading as he was, seemed so much like Lelouch that she wondered, even against all logical thought if he might be him. She convinced herself that he was not the same person, but she finally came out of hiding. She claimed that she would never join a war like this one again, but she saw too many similarities in this one and the last, it was like the last had never really ended.



In their Playlists ⊰


♪Theme; "Senso to Heiwa, War and Peace" by Ali Project
"Don't Wake Me" by Skillet
"Broken" Seether, featuring Amy Lee


Infatuations ⊰


C.C. is heterosexual, not that she's really thought about that. She might still have a stray emotion or two concerning a certain Demon King that everyone, including herself, believes to be dead.


Classified Information⊰


Any secrets they might have?

Kazza Reaper