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𝕬𝖑𝖒𝖔𝔰𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝔰, 𝖓𝖔𝖜...
Twenty years and eight months: that's how much time as passed since the influence of the Kharlineans, the power-hungry race from the Terca System, finally reached out far enough to include our small planet. They were advance: far, far more advance than we could have hoped to be even a millennium in the future. To them our pitiful attempts at resistance must have seemed as a child, throwing a tantrum on his first day of school. We, the Terris, were the new kid in school: thrust suddenly into an unfamiliar environment, surrounded on all sides by children we didn't know-- Other planets conquered by Kharlan. They, the Kharlineans, were the teachers: the ones who held complete authority over the class, creating rules and keeping order. At first, we were skeptical; we tried to do things our own way... But we soon learned to live with it; quietly deciding to obey, to avoid punishment... Before long, in a subtle transition noticed by few, we had lost the desire to resist; no longer questioning the words of our teacher. The teacher was wise, the teacher liked us, the teacher was nice... Why question someone so wonderful? We had developed a loyalty to our rulers, the Kharlineans... Like a student's loyalty to his teacher.
This isn't school, though: we're never graduating.[[Hidden]]
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++++𝕷ʋӎєɾєɨʐ Ͼαʅєɴɗαɾ:: Ѧɾѵα ⅩⅩⅩⅤⅢ, Ɏєαɾ 4672--
+++This was the date that the Kharlan Empire stumbled across intelligent, though underdeveloped, life on the planet of Terra in the Carlina System. By their calendar; first contact was made on the fifteenth of Kerran, in the four hundred and fifty-sixth year since the establishment of a common time-keeping method. The Terris' first reaction was to attack us, as is common among planets that had yet to imagine other intelligent life in the universe. As is the standard procedure of the Kharlinean army, the resistance was quickly abolished and the planet added to Kharlan's roster of colonies. There was little trouble in defeating any sort of forces the Terris sent at us: they seemed to still be in a Medieval sort of period, though their usage of strange abilities claimed to be 'magic' surprised the Empire at first. It was considered at first that we should take away their weapons--primitive things such as swords, bows, axes and spears--but it became immediately apparent that Terra is a dangerous planet, and to be without arms is to be subjected to death by the foul creatures that inhabit it.
+++The 'Humes' of Terris proved to be a highly adaptable race, for it didn't take them long after their surrender to grow used to our advanced technology and all the different races that make up the Empire. Most of them seemed, however, to prefer their own primitive weapons over the Kharlan's guns, cannons and other advancements in technology. For some, it is theorized that this preference is because they are so accomplished with their weapons that a blade becomes just as deadly as a bullet. Most people throughout the galaxy, however, know and accept that almost all Humes are hopeless romantics: flocking to stories of fantastic feats performed by a man and his blade, and feel that guns ruin the beauty of such tales.
+++Yet another interesting quality of Humes is the genetic dominance they seem to possess. All cross-breeds of Humes and other Races to date have a mostly, if not completely Hume appearance. Study shows that though some Hume genes are recessive to other Hume genes, next to none of the genes possessed by any other race in the Kharlan Empire have the dominance to completely overcome the appearance-related genes carried by Humes. However, strangely enough the Hume genes relating to the ability of 'magic' are extremely recessive: no cases have so far been uncovered where anything other than a pure-bred Hume can use this 'magic'.
+++Humes are also a very loyal people: not only to each other, but to their new Kharlinean rulers and the fellow races of the Empire as well. At the sight of such loyalty, the Empire decided that perhaps they could trust the Terris enough to allow them in their army. However; the people of Terris were not very skilled in the art of handling advance weaponry, so a training facility--though it's really more of a school--was built on Terra for those living there that voluntarily joined or were drafted into the military. Arborha Academy was designed to teach future soldiers, ambassadors, tacticians, assassins, guardians or whatever you may be how to fend for yourself in the face of advance weaponry and politics.
+++Think not of Arborha as being a hard-core, strict school. On the contrary, it surprises many just how laid-back some of the students are. The Kharlan Empire doesn't always feel the need to build such a facility on most planets, though: it's widely believed that they were worried about the Humes because of their romantic nature, and how even in the face of a million bullets many of them felt the need to rely on a simple blade. A logical explanation, for it takes skill and much, much practice to survive using the simple weapons of Humes; and where better to find practice for such things and survive than a safe, controlled setting such as this? Fights often break out, but are highly encouraged since trough real fights one can grow much stronger. There are no classes, but there are curfews and several rules in place: namely against things that pose the risk of killing a student. Though there are no classes, there are many practice environments, shooting ranges, etc... The catch, though, is that once you are drafted and brought here you may not leave: not until you pass a test that proves you've excelled in many of the subjects available for practice in Arborha Academy.
+++The 'Humes' of Terris proved to be a highly adaptable race, for it didn't take them long after their surrender to grow used to our advanced technology and all the different races that make up the Empire. Most of them seemed, however, to prefer their own primitive weapons over the Kharlan's guns, cannons and other advancements in technology. For some, it is theorized that this preference is because they are so accomplished with their weapons that a blade becomes just as deadly as a bullet. Most people throughout the galaxy, however, know and accept that almost all Humes are hopeless romantics: flocking to stories of fantastic feats performed by a man and his blade, and feel that guns ruin the beauty of such tales.
+++Yet another interesting quality of Humes is the genetic dominance they seem to possess. All cross-breeds of Humes and other Races to date have a mostly, if not completely Hume appearance. Study shows that though some Hume genes are recessive to other Hume genes, next to none of the genes possessed by any other race in the Kharlan Empire have the dominance to completely overcome the appearance-related genes carried by Humes. However, strangely enough the Hume genes relating to the ability of 'magic' are extremely recessive: no cases have so far been uncovered where anything other than a pure-bred Hume can use this 'magic'.
+++Humes are also a very loyal people: not only to each other, but to their new Kharlinean rulers and the fellow races of the Empire as well. At the sight of such loyalty, the Empire decided that perhaps they could trust the Terris enough to allow them in their army. However; the people of Terris were not very skilled in the art of handling advance weaponry, so a training facility--though it's really more of a school--was built on Terra for those living there that voluntarily joined or were drafted into the military. Arborha Academy was designed to teach future soldiers, ambassadors, tacticians, assassins, guardians or whatever you may be how to fend for yourself in the face of advance weaponry and politics.
+++Think not of Arborha as being a hard-core, strict school. On the contrary, it surprises many just how laid-back some of the students are. The Kharlan Empire doesn't always feel the need to build such a facility on most planets, though: it's widely believed that they were worried about the Humes because of their romantic nature, and how even in the face of a million bullets many of them felt the need to rely on a simple blade. A logical explanation, for it takes skill and much, much practice to survive using the simple weapons of Humes; and where better to find practice for such things and survive than a safe, controlled setting such as this? Fights often break out, but are highly encouraged since trough real fights one can grow much stronger. There are no classes, but there are curfews and several rules in place: namely against things that pose the risk of killing a student. Though there are no classes, there are many practice environments, shooting ranges, etc... The catch, though, is that once you are drafted and brought here you may not leave: not until you pass a test that proves you've excelled in many of the subjects available for practice in Arborha Academy.
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+++++++++++++++++~Follow Gaia ToS everybody; I'd think this one's obvious...~
~No cybering-- AT ALL. In fact: keep it PG13, guys...~
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~This is a Literate to Advance Literate roleplay, so I expect at minimum--even with writer's block--no less than three good paragraphs a post~
~Be nice to people, mkay? Try to include others in the story; though I'll say right now, don't expect people to come talk to you right away if you put yourself in the middle of nowhere~
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+++++++++++++++++𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘
- Additional Races:
- -Sahren: A race hailing from the distant planet of Sahra, the Sahren are people that somewhat resemble Humes in basic figure, but have mostly animalistic qualities. They come in many different clans, and thus resemble many different animals, and the genes of Sahrens are much stronger than many others in the Empire; seeing as cross-breeds with Humes often result in one or two visible animal qualities in their appearance. They also adapt abilities similar to those of the animal that his or her clan takes after.
-Ereis: The Ereis are often thought of as being some sort of prophetic race. Nomadic by nature; they hop from planet to planet, most in search of 'answers to the mysteries of life' or something similar, and are often revered whenever they stop at a planet to rest. Ereis are tied to time: many elders of the race can see events from the past, events currently happening far away and events in the near future. However, this requires deep meditation, and as a wandering race many of the younger Eries aren't capable of staying still long enough to accomplish such feats. For most of those under the age of forty; their innate ability shows itself as merely as extreme luck, regular cases of déja vu, uncanny prediction of events or an increased awareness of his or her surroundings. Which effect is most present, however, depends mostly on what side of the spectrum--past, present or future--an Ereis leans towards.
- ✜The Bumbling Egoist✜
+++-------¤ℳɏ ℵαӎє 𝕿𝖘:
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+++-------¤𝕿'ѵє Ƀєєɴ Ѧʅɨѵє Ӻɵɾ:
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+++-------¤𝕿'ӎ Ѧ:
- ++++++++Hume/Sahren half-breed
+++-------¤𝕿'ӎ Ѧʅ𝔰ɵ Ѧ:
++++++++[Either Female or Male]
+++-------¤Ҭћє Ͼɵʅɵɾ𝖘 ɵϝ ℳɏ Ϣɵɾʅɗ:
++++++++[Color 1 and Color 2]
- -You are an Egoist. In other words, you care far too much for your appearance and what others think of you.
-However: despite your Egoism, you have a tendency to stumble over yourself both in conversation and in action.
-You're hopelessly clumsy, and you always feel the need to make up an excuse on the spot for any mistakes you may make: often you find yourself trying to get the last word in a conversation.
-Your sense of pride is greatly overblown, and you're quite sensitive to any sort of blows on your Ego.
-Though you often stumble, you are able to quickly catch yourself. You're rather nimble and (almost) always land on your feet, due to your Sahren heritage.
[-You are either a cat or a rabbit Sahren: see me if you need help finding a picture. I can find rabbit people easily enough for females, though if you're a male I don't think I can help much in those regards. Cats are easy, though.]
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- ✜The Eccentric Wanderer✜
+++-------¤ℳɏ ℵαӎє 𝕿𝖘:
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+++-------¤𝕿'ѵє Ƀєєɴ Ѧʅɨѵє Ӻɵɾ:
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+++-------¤𝕿'ӎ Ѧ:
- ++++++++Hume/Ereis half-breed
+++-------¤𝕿'ӎ Ѧʅ𝔰ɵ Ѧ:
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+++-------¤Ҭћє Ͼɵʅɵɾ𝖘 ɵϝ ℳɏ Ϣɵɾʅɗ:
++++++++[Color 1 and Color 2]
- -You're highly compulsive when it comes to keeping things in order, though only you seem to be able to understand your methods of organization.
-You don't like people touching you, because you're strange obsession with balance makes you feel off-center if they do. For example: if you had a cut on one arm, you would feel strange without a similar cut on the other.
-Your mind tends to follow its own train of thought, and while others around you are having their own conversation your mind wanders; until eventually you blurt out something completely off-topic.
-The things you say may make perfect sense to you, but to everyone else it seems like some sort of mindless babble.
-You are prone to distraction and easily amused.
-You often can't believe the luck that roles your way, and you always seem to be able to predict where a conversation is going without really paying attention.
-You do, however, sometimes predict incorrectly; once again saying something completely off-point. But then again; you always do that anyway, so no one really thinks anything of it.
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- ✜The Hopeless Romantic✜
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- ++++++++Hume
+++-------¤𝕿'ӎ Ѧʅ𝔰ɵ Ѧ:
++++++++[Either Female or Male]
+++-------¤Ҭћє Ͼɵʅɵɾ𝖘 ɵϝ ℳɏ Ϣɵɾʅɗ:
++++++++[Color 1 and Color 2]
- -You are the stereotypical Hume, to the extreme. A dreamer: you can only see the world around you for all the tales of sorrow and intrigue that could happen. 'Could' being the keyword, for most of your little fantasies are far-fetched and will likely never happen.
-However: the moment one daydream is proven never to happen you waste no time in moving on and creating another one, so you tend to live your life based on what you would like to happen... Rather than what the future will probably be.
-You are probably one of the most imaginative people in Arbohra, and your ability to almost instantly think up unique ideas would make you a great tactician, but you would rather be a guard or an assassin... Just because a job like that would probably be filled with adventure!
-Sometimes, you just don't know when to shut up.
-You tend to idolize almost everyone you know at the Academy, since they've done so many amazing things! ...In your dreams, at least.
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𝔙𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕴𝖎𝖗 𝕬𝖎𝖔n𝖎𝖘
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+++Ⱥ_§ɨΩɠʅҽ-ℐʅɐ𝔰𝔰-𝔐ɐɍҍʅҽ-Ӻҽʅʅ-Ⱦɵ-Ⱦɦҽ-ℐɍɵʊΩȡ++++++++++++«𝕿 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝕿𝖓 𝕶𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆»
+++Ⱥ §ɨΩɠʅҽ ℐʅɐ𝔰𝔰 𝔐ɐɍҍʅҽ Ӻҽʅʅ Ⱦɵ Ⱦɦɵ ℐɍɵʊΩȡ++++-
+++++Ƀʊʇ Ⱥ𝔰 Ῑ Ͼɦɐ𝔰ҽȡ Ⱥʄʇҽɍ Ῑʇ, ȺΩɵʇɦҽɍ ѺΩҽ 𝔇ɍɵҏҏҽȡ+++
++++++++++ȺΩ ΣΩȡʅҽ𝔰𝔰 Ͼɏȼʅҽ Ⱦɦɐʇ Ҝҽҏʇ ЯҽҏҽɐʇɨΩɠ Ῑʇ𝔰ҽʅʄ++-
+++++++++++++ɄΩʇɨʅ ѺΩʅɏ Ⱦɦҽ ѺΩҽ ῙΩ 𝔐ɏ 𝕳ɐΩȡ Яҽ𝔪ɐɨΩҽȡ
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𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅 𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟
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Ⱦɦɵʊɠɦ Ῑ Ⱦɦɵʊɠɦʇ Ῑ 𝕳ɐȡ 𝕶ҽҏʇ Ⱦɦҽ𝔪 ϾʅҽɐΩ+++
++-+++Ⱦɦɵʊɠɦ Ῑ Ⱦɦɵʊɠɦʇ Ῑ 𝕳ɐȡ 𝕶ҽҏʇ Ⱦɦҽ𝔪 ϾʅҽɐΩ+++
+++Ῑ 𝔇ɨ𝔰ȼɵѵҽɍҽȡ Ⱦɦɐʇ 𝔐ɏ 𝕳ɐΩȡ𝔰 𝕳ɐȡ ɃҽҽΩ 𝔇ɨɍʇɨҽȡ++++++
Ⱥ𝔰 Ῑ ℐɐʑҽȡ ῙΩʇɵ Ⱥ 𝔐ɨɍɍɵɍ Ⱦɦɐʇ §ɦɵωҽȡ Ʉ𝔰 Ƀɵʇɦ+++++++++++
§ɦɵωҽȡ Ʉ𝔰 Ƀɵʇɦ Ѻʊɍ 𝕶𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆++++++++++++++++++
++-+++Ⱦɦɵʊɠɦ Ῑ Ⱦɦɵʊɠɦʇ Ῑ 𝕳ɐȡ 𝕶ҽҏʇ Ⱦɦҽ𝔪 ϾʅҽɐΩ+++
+++Ῑ 𝔇ɨ𝔰ȼɵѵҽɍҽȡ Ⱦɦɐʇ 𝔐ɏ 𝕳ɐΩȡ𝔰 𝕳ɐȡ ɃҽҽΩ 𝔇ɨɍʇɨҽȡ++++++
Ⱥ𝔰 Ῑ ℐɐʑҽȡ ῙΩʇɵ Ⱥ 𝔐ɨɍɍɵɍ Ⱦɦɐʇ §ɦɵωҽȡ Ʉ𝔰 Ƀɵʇɦ+++++++++++
§ɦɵωҽȡ Ʉ𝔰 Ƀɵʇɦ Ѻʊɍ 𝕶𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆++++++++++++++++++
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AsheTereikoLi'Ithum
•Lonely • Absent-Minded • Loyal • Pointlessly Optimistic • Gullible •
- Call me Ashe! Or, well, anything really! I can't think of a good nickname for myself, but I'm fine with it if you can~!
I am Eighteen. Or rather, I was eighteen, a little over twenty-one years ago. So... I guess that means I'm thirty-nine, now? I haven't aged a day, though~
As if you can't tell, I'm a Male
it rained that wonderful day November 14
just in case you believed in that, I'm a Scorpio
My decision lies with the side of good! ...Though I have to admit: at this point, I think I'd side with anyone willing and able to talk to talk to me...
I'm a Phantom: got a problem with that?
- I won't say I didn't have a good life: I managed to make a name for myself in the world, though thinking back I kinda wished I had lived life more to the fullest... Ah well; no point in dwelling on it anymore~ I was an orphan, taken in by the soldiers at the castle, so-- Huh? Oh boo-hoo, an orphan! Don't worry, don't worry: I'm not gonna give you any sorta sob story~! It's just that I grew up around the castle with all the soldiers and servants; always play-fighting with practice swords, though a little kid like myself didn't stand a chance against any of the adults... Oh well; even losing was fun!
As the years passed, I moved from large sticks to wooden swords and eventually on to a real blade; at which point I joined the army, myself. Though it didn't feel much different; seeing as I had already been living among the army, anyway. Since all of us already knew each other so well, me and the other soldiers were able to cooperate extremely well; making us one of the most efficient portions of Aardalina's army. Pretty cool, right?
I guess that's I'd throw a loop in our teamwork every once in a while, though... I guess I have a habit of poking my nose in places it doesn't belong, and getting myself in trouble when I should be laying low; or anything else that wasn't what I was doing. I almost always somehow managed to throw our plans into disarray; though on the bright sides, things always seemed to work out~ I swear: I could get away with just about anything!
'Just about' being the key words.
Eighteen years old, and I had once again gotten separated from my troop. I wasn't worried, though: this was, like, a weekly occurrence for me by now. While strolling along, trying to find my way back, a discovered something that perked my curiosity: a small, slightly hidden cave entrance! Now who could pass up something like that? I had to stoop slightly as I pushed my way through the bushes that hid it, and was surprised to find myself in a tunnel much larger than I expected. Hello: tunnel? Tunnels almost always lead somewhere~! Somewhere... Interesting.
And I quickly figured out that this wasn't your innocent little tunnel: it branched off countless times, and many dangers met me as I ventured deeper: namely traps. I must've set off every trap in my path! And every one was a close call; though my good luck got me through with only a few bumps and bruises. What I found once I reached the end made me feel like the danger was well worth it, though! Illuminating the intricate chamber in the back of the cave--the only room he had come across--there was an enchantingly beautiful stone placed on a pedestal; almost seeming to scream out for me to pick it up... Mesmerized, I moved closer: proud of the discovery I had made, and eager to show the others what I had found. However, the moment my fingers touched the shining stone...
That was the day that I, Ashe Tereiko Li'Ithum, took my last breath in this world: life stolen by the Grey Death.
- I have a special Ability and it is controlling Life. Not an element, I know, but I'm not a Chosen! Haha, but I'm lying: I can't really control peoples' lives~
Though, I already know of In life I had no special powers, but death seemed to have a few things planned for me. Of course, since I'm a ghost most people can't see--or even hear--me: just fortune-tellers, mediums, seers and all those other whack-jobs. If I didn't like them during life, I like them even less now: I'm not even a person anymore, but just a part of their jobs. However, though normally invisible and lacking in physical form or voice, there is a way for me to come in contact with the living world... At the expense of others. Should I 'touch' someone(I can't actually touch them, but you get the point.), a small part of my disease will be spread to them and their life will start flowing into me. I gain color, they lose color... The flow stops the moment I lose physical contact, thankfully, and the life I stole will gradually ebb away from me and back to it's owner. I don't like it, though: it's like I'm a walking plague... Needless to say, I try not to bump into people.
My favorite things are
-Attention-
-Talking(I'm a Chatterbox!)
-Unpredictability
-Jokes(Pranks or puns, either one's great~!)-
-Flowers?-
My least favorite things are
-Physical Contact(For obvious reasons)-
-Being Hated-
-Dark Tunnels(More obvious reasons)-
-Politics(To boring for me~!)-
-People who lack a sense of Humor-
My Weakness is Anything or anyone undead or sickly. Should I so much as brush past someone with a tainted life force, I'll probably be down for the count for some time... Think dead people can't get sick? Think again! My ethereal form will automatically try to use the energy to physically manifest itself; but rather than appearing physically I'll start fading further, existing as just a floating conscience until the life naturally ebbs away. Plus: it makes me feel terrible...!
I have a little secret and it is that my body isn't in my grave. Nothing's in my grave. In fact: I'm pretty sure my corpse is still lying in that same place, on the ground next to the pedestal that stone rests upon. People also think that the sword I used was some sort of enchanted weapon, but I'm not sure how true that is: though it's surprising that someone like me never lost it, and that it always seemed to be there when I needed it... Even when I was pretty sure I had left it somewhere else. Though I have an ethereal copy, since I died with in in my hand, I guess it's too late to tell where or not there was any truth to that rumor: it's still back in the cave, clutched in my dead body's grip.
Anything else Pro'bly forgot something... But whatever: I can put it in later if I remember~
- Kyorina
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┊┊Ѧshe Ⱦereiko Ƚi'Ϊthum┊┊
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I can see you...++++++++
I can see you...++++++++
...Even if you can't see me.
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And I can hear you...+++++
And I can hear you...+++++
...Even if you can't hear me.
And I can hear you...+++++
...Even if you can't hear me.
Kyorina
Anxious Garbage
Kyorina
Anxious Garbage
AschTereikoLi'Ithium
「A saying that your character says, or that fits them」
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「иickиαmes αяe too рeяsonαl ƒoя stяαŋgєяs...」
XXXXXXX››Just Asch, mkay~?
「α ƒetus ωαs ƒµℓℓ ƒoяmє∂ oи... 」
XXXXXXX››October Nineteenth~
「αη∂ тђє тімєѕ тђє єαятн нαѕ яотαтє∂ ѕіисє тнєи іѕ ... 」
XXXXXXX››Well, I died when I was nineteen... And forty years and passed since then... So that makes me fifty-nine, right~?
「бγ тнє ωαγ, тнє ƒєтμѕ іѕ α... 」
XXXXXXX››Well, I was a male human, and now I'm just a dead guy.
「ωно kіѕѕє∂ αиотнєя... 」
XXXXXXX››I don't think it really matters much to me anymore...
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「тнє μиіqμєиєѕѕ оƒ αи іи∂іvі∂μαℓ... 」
XXXXXXX››Well... After forty of having almost no one to talk to, and most of them dying pretty quickly anyway--do I just have bad luck with friends?--I'd honestly have to say I've gone a little insane. I'm always talking to myself, since there's no one else to talk to, and I often do weird things to keep myself amused. Like... Goofy things that normal people wouldn't do in a crowd, for fear of making themselves look stupid: for example, laughing as loud as you can at the tiniest things. I'm pointlessly optimistic, highly energetic, and rather clingy when I find a friend. Clingy, and very loyal. I try not to thing about depressing things, either: if I don't keep myself cheered up, who will?
「тнє іи∂іvі∂μαℓ'ѕ ℓіƒє ѕтояγ... 」
XXXXXXX››As expected of the son of a mercenary, Asch had taken an interest in fighting at a young age. He usually stayed at home with his mother while his father was out on commissions, but whenever he was at home he would teach young Asch how to wield a sword. With a heart for travel and a love of mystery, the boy had his heart set on being a mercenary like his father; fighting off bandits, exploring ruins and all that fun stuff. He and his father weren't going to travel together, though; he would rather go his own way, so that he would have stories to tell his dad when he saw him again. It was at age seventeen that he started accepting jobs on his own and traveling around, and just as he though; it was the life for him!
Two years later though, the naive lad chose to delve into a mystery too dangerous for one such as himself. He had gone off to quiet a group of brigands a ways away from home, and had run across his father before he set off. His father, out of concern, told Asch to take his sword with him; as long as he promised to give it back the next time the met. He agreed and set off, and he had only been gone four weeks before he returned to grave news. Apparently, his father had passed away due to a disease while he was away. Asch was horrified: he had promised to give the sword back when he next saw his father, but...
That was when he made a rash decision: he had heard of a powerful jewel in the forest of Arden... He thought that maybe, if he managed to find said jewel, he could see his father again and fulfill his promise! So he set off like many, many others; in search of this mystical stone. However, there was one major difference between him and all these others... What is it, you ask? Simple: he found it. Or at least, he almost found it. He does not remember how, and he does not remember where: all he remembers is waking up back in town, dead.
「єvєяγоиє'ѕ gот то ℓοvє... 」
XXXXXXX››-Talking(I'm a chatterbox!)-
-Attention(Because I'm way too deprived of it...)
-Mystery-
-Jokes(Pranks or Puns, either one's great~!)-
-Flowers?-
「αи∂ αбѕоℓμтєℓγ ѕнμи... 」
XXXXXXX››-Monologues(Bo-ring~!)-
-Detailed explanations(I prefer to find out through experience~!)-
-People lacking in a sense of humor(Again: Bo-ring~!)-
-Boredom(Obviously)-
-Being Ignored(I've had way to much of that...)-
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「gμіℓтγ оƒ ∂αисіиg іи тнє ѕноωєя то... 」
XXXXXXX››Do not watch the video, please... Just listen to the song.
「бμт оиℓγ бєсαμѕє оƒ тніѕ рμррєтєєя... 」
XXXXXXX››Kyorina