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[Krysti Auzuki]

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¤ Name || Clarice Alisa Lawrence.
¤ Age || Sweet sixteen is lovely, but seventeen is truly the age of glamor.
¤ Birthday || Born on the lovely 13th of May in the season of flowers and twins.
¤ Sexual Orientation || Heterosexual. She likes the boys, not the females, although if she had a choice, she'd be asexual and simply love pokemon.
¤ Career || Trainer.
¤ Hometown || Welcome to Snowpoint City, the coldest city in the world.

--» Details D e t a i l s {♦♦}

¤Appearance ||

|| The G E N E R A L

___On any particular day in town, one can find the girl inside a building beside a window, her hand pressed against the glass. Her chocolate eyes stare past the glass at the green landscape before her, and a sad expression enters her gaze. Something about the way she stands make her seem older than she really is, like a little girl pretending to be an adult. Her smooth chestnut brown hair falls in soft curves around her face, and her neck is long- almost too long to be considered normal. For an eighteen year old, one would think her more exuberant, more lively than she truly is. For all the world, she seems the sort of person one would find in a library, curled up beside a fireplace, not beside the window of a pokemon center, waiting for her team to be restored fully to health.

___Why would someone like her, someone not made for the active life of a trainer, be waiting in a pokemon center?

___Simple. But that part comes later.


|| Her E Y E S


___Hidden behind her fluttering blonde lashes, her brown eyes gaze out at the world with a calm serenity unusual for people her age. Her eyes are soft and warm, ordinary in color and yet somehow extraordinary at the same time. After talking to her for a few minutes, one begins to realize that Clarice's left eye drifts off to the side, independent of her right eye. The wayward, confused eye glances all around the room, slowly returning to stare straight forward. Sometimes, it rests while turned inward, in a half-cross eyed position. When asked about her condition, Clarice blushes heavily and tries to change the subject. At birth, the doctors in Snowpoint Village diagnosed her with what most people call a "lazy eye". In the beginning, she had trouble reading because of her wandering eye, but she learned to adjust to the condition, now being able to read just as well as the next person. Her melted chocolate eyes hold another secret: their owner is nearsighted. Clarice should wear glasses, but she refuses to do so, which causes her once near-perfect vision to deteriorate further year after year. Her eyelashes are naturally blonde, and they flutter near invisibly against her pale skin. Never does she leave the house without applying copious amounts of mascara, as she feels bare and exposed without her defined eyelashes to hide behind.


|| Her H A I R


___Her burnished brown hair spills over her shoulders in waves that end partway down her back. When first leaving the misty shower and allowing her locks to air dry, Clarice's hair lies straight with a bit of a curl at the edges. These curls curve the ends of her hair, being the only curving part of her entire head of hair. When she brushes her hair before allowing it to dry in the air, or when she blow dries it, her hair lies straight as a board. Secretly, she wishes for curly hair that would fall in rippling tight curls around her face. Clarice tends not to mention her insecurity about her hair to most people, understanding that people who always complain about their looks are seen as vain or shallow by the outside world. In all honesty, she remains thankful for her straight hair. It causes no hassles in the morning, and she doesn't need a flatiron to make it look nice. Clarice always wears her hair down, never tied back. In fact, most people have never seen her hair pulled back in any shape or fashion. She considers her face to look odd whenever she pulls back her hair, so she lets it always hang loosely around her face. Out of habit from her younger days when her father used to part her hair, she favors parting it on the left side and flipping it over onto the right side. Her hair color consists of a brown shade that used to be blonde when she was born. The only parts of her hair still blonde happen to be her eyelashes, which for some reason she fails to understand never darkened, unlike the rest of her hair.


|| Her CL O T H E S


___When most teenagers prance outside in the scorching sun, wearing naught but flimsy tank tops and breezy shorts, Clarice can be found inside, wearing long sleeves and a scarf. Ever since her sickness as a child, she has been left with an extreme sensitivity to the cold. She has learned that to counteract this weakness, she must embrace warmth however possible. Clarice is subtle about this, simply wearing more layers than most people or staying inside on particularly chilly days. Her closet at home overflows with different types of colorful scarves and knitted mittens, as she collects them. Other than her preference for warm clothing, her choices of outfits remain simple. She prefers light blues and other pastel shades of a blue, grey, or green variety. Her normal outfit while traveling changes, although usually she wears jeans or a skirt. If she wears a skirt, she always makes sure to wear layers for her tops, as to make up for the lost heat.



|| Her F R A M E

___Bordering on the thin side, yet not quite reaching it, Clarice finds her body a strange in between. Normally, people consider her normal-framed. What is normal framed? The type of people you see everywhere, not the over or underweight people usually featured on television. Still, her frequent colds and illnesses as a child have left her with an unnaturally low appetite, so she regularly has to remind herself to eat. When under large amounts of stress, she tends to forget about eating, having that fall by the wayside in the rush of her concentrating on something else. During these times, her complexion becomes uneven, her weight begins dropping, and overall her general appearance suffers. At the age of seventeen now, she's learned to feed herself at regular intervals to prevent this from happening. Of her curves, they, like her body, are considered in that strange in between field. She has the average, normal amount of curves for someone of her 5'4 height, leaning neither towards the pencil straight nor the more voluptuous side of balance.

¤Personality ||

|| Pile on the B L A N K E T S { { Warmth } }

___There's a warmth that Clarice craves. Commonly, the teenager can be found standing quietly by a window, a scarf wrapped around her neck, a blanket perhaps wrapped around her shoulders. She tends to stay inside rather than venture out into colder climates. From spending so many years inside by her roaring fireplace, Clarice has developed an strong affinity towards warmth. Somewhat like a cat, when she gets cold she becomes uncomfortable. This constant search for warmth parallels her personality: Clarice happens to be a warm person. For better or worse, she has what many people call a sensitive soul. She tends to be sentimental when it comes to pokemon and relationships, and she tends to trust people when she's first met them, even though she knows little about them. Her tender-minded attitude has gotten her into trouble more often than not, and her father wishes she would grow out of it. If she happens upon a lost pokemon or trainer in the woods, she's the type of person to stop and help them, giving them directions and even accompanying them to the nearest Pokemon Center. She's been scammed and taken advantaged of many, many times, but still she can't help but try and help people whenever she can.


|| Frosty the S N O W M A N { { Icy Climates and Pokemon } }

___When Clarice feels most at home is when freshly falling flakes of crisp white snow surround her. In her home at Snowpoint City, snow always falls, and the crisp flakes remind her of her childhood there. During her childhood, when surrounded by snow, she loved to frolic and play outside for days upon end, but after having become sick many times because of her careless behavior, she’s learned to love snow from a distance. Nowadays, she stays inside whenever it snows, but she loves to watch it fall anyway. Her desire for constant warmth contrasts her love for the snow, and the two constantly battle within her, each seeking to win and neither being able to.Because her interests and her health conflict so often, Clarice has become an adaptive person. She watches her health closely, and she's learned to love snow from afar, as opposed to romping in the snow and getting sick. Clarice also adores ice pokemon. It doesn't matter what species the ice pokemon: she loves them all. They as well remind her of her childhood and family, and she tends to favor them above all other types of pokemon. At one point in time, she wanted to have a team filled with only these pokemon, but after an incident with an ice trainer in a cave, she's learned to have all different types of pokemon, just in case she needs them. By having to make these compromises, she's learned how to face reality calmly and make rational decisions. Perhaps she's a bit too rational, however, as sometimes she'll think too much about things instead of acting on impulse.


|| One, two, three Pokemon in the D A Y C A R E { { Love for Pokemon and Motivation } }

___As a child, Clarice's mother told her that she couldn't ever see Clarice being a pokemon trainer. Trainers had to have a determined streak, which Clarice had, but they also had to be strong enough to fight battles. Fighting battles took inner force, as the entire concept revolved around having your pokemon hurt another's pokemon in order to win. She thought that Clarice had too warm a heart to hurt pokemon, whether they belonged to her or her opponent. She was right, in a way. When Clarice was younger, she always thought of pokemon as small people, which made the idea of pokemon battles seem barbaric and cruel to her. Eventually, she became used to the idea of pokemon battles, but she never became as into them as most people did. One day, she read a book about pokemon breeding, and she fell in love with the idea. Breeders treated pokemon with the respect and dignity a trainer did, but they didn't engage in battling. Not only that, but as a breeder she'd be able to live a relaxed, tranquil lifestyle, surrounding herself with pokemon she loved. Clarice thought that being a breeder fit her perfectly, and she decided to become one once she entered her twenties. The idea of sending her entire life dealing out affectionate warmth and loving attention onto pokemon makes her toes curl. It just feels right to her. First, she decided that she'd become a pokemon trainer, to learn about pokemon. Later, once she had become a respected trainer, she'd settle down and become a breeder.


|| Open up that B O O K { { Reading and Puzzles } }

___After spending so much time cooped up at home because of her illnesses, Clarice turned to books and puzzles to keep her company. Day after day, she sought out new books and puzzles to take up her time and keep her from getting bored. As she grew up, she learned to love solving things. Anything, really. Her mind loves to be challenged, whether by a crossword puzzle or by a complex pokemon training problem. For a new trainer, Clarice is a fast learner. Whenever she makes a mistake, she swiftly analyzes what she did wrong and corrects it the next time. Abstract thinking is her specialty. The only problem with her quick learning abilities and swift abstract thinking is that sometimes she can get carried away. She'll think too much about things, especially in pokemon battles, and once she snaps out of her self-induced reverie, her opponent will already have won the match. Clarice has a habit of becoming lost in her thoughts, which is a real problem for her.


|| Hey, I think I need to- A C H O O ! { { Tendency to Become Sick } }

___Ever since her childhood, Clarice has been scared of becoming sick again. It happens every once in a while, especially when she's stressed and forgets to take care of herself. Whenever she becomes sick, she retreats from everyone, mimicking how her father made her stay at home away from the other children to make her get better quicker. Just like a cat does, she hides away to keep people from knowing that she's fallen ill. Despite her warm nature, she's developed a self-reliant, solitary attitude towards life that came about as a result from being ill so often. She had to spent so much time alone with her puzzles and books that she learned to embrace the luxury of being alone at times. She doesn't like to always be alone, but neither does she live in fear of loneliness. In a way, being sick so long taught her to become resourceful, individualistic, and self-sufficient. Clarice learned that she can survive on her own, and even though she normally doesn't, she knows that the world would fail to fall apart if she had to survive on her own.

¤History ||

|| The First Snowfall of the Season
_______There was a boy and a girl- and later a baby.

___Snow whirled in raging torrents around the small, brick house. The newspaper that day foretold of giant snowfalls raging across the landscape, but the torrential white rain that pounded on the house had been unexpected. Mixed shifted snow and jagged hail slammed against the paths throughout Snowpoint City, and even the most veteran of citizens stayed inside. Wild pokemon huddled underneath tall branches for shelter, shivering despite their furry coats that, under normal circumstances, would have kept them warm. Now those coats slicked against their bodies and stole their body heat like wet siphons. Years later, Snowpoint City would call it the worst snowstorm they had experienced in years. The Lawrence family held that date close to their hearts for another reason; amidst the swirling pillars of sparkling white crystals and slamming of glistening lucid hail chunks, their first and only daughter Clarice entered the world.

___Ralph Lawrence and Susan Paniterre had tentatively lived in the icy climate next to Lake Acuity for five years before they had their daughter. They called it their middle ground- their compromise. Susan had always dreamed of being a famous pokemon nurse; Ralph wished that pokemon never existed. An odd couple, most people assumed at first glance. A couple that would hardly survive the first few months of marriage. But most people saw only the exterior of the situation- they didn't see the interior. Ralph grew up on a small Rapidash breeding farm in the middle of a grassy hillside. His younger childhood, when retold, seemed and indeed was the ideal situation for a child to grow up within. The younger of two brothers, separated by a year, and the son of two caring, passionately in love breeders who loved first their family, and then their pokemon at a close second. Susan possessed the sometimes adored, other times despised, position as the youngest child of a four daughter family. Her mother stayed at home and carried for the children, while her father ran a local hospital. The two families lived only three miles from each other, but their paths failed to cross. Until the twentieth of May, when an accident occurred. During a surprise stampede of the Rapidash at the farm, Ralph's mother was caught beneath the pounding, quivering hooves. His father and older brother caught hold of the pokemon, calming them down, while twelve year old Ralph ran three miles to fetch the closest doctor. Susan, who had been sitting on the porch petting their household pet Ratatta, saw the weary boy first, and she called her father outside to see why the boy had run so far. Susan's father, after hearing the news from Ralph, ran to get assistance to help save Ralph's mother.

___In an ideal world, Mr. Panetterie would have reached the mother within the hour, treating her and setting her on the path to a quick recovery. In such a world, Ralph's mother would have recovered fully. She did not, and she never did. But the quick work of Mr. Panetterie saved her life, even though not her mind, and soon the Panetteries and the Lawrences became family friends. Every weekend, Susan's father would make his way through the brush to the Lawrence house, and he would check in to see Mrs. Lawrence. The incident could have been worse- could have been fatal- but the woman's brain had been damaged beneath the sharp, pounding hooves of the stampeding pokemon, and from that day on she could only speak in short, stilted sentences. Her mental capacities shrank, transforming the lively woman into a crinkled, empty shell of her former self. Ralph's older brother devoted as much time as he could to the ranch, throwing himself into breeding and caring for the animals their mother had once adored so much. Ralph, on the other hand, threw himself in the opposite direction, spending more and more time at the Panetterie house to avoid having to see the mess his mother had become. In his young mind, he never managed to blot out the image of the animals stampeding over his mother's skull, and he- looking for a scapegoat, something to blame for the unexplainable tragedy- slammed all his frustration and pain into hating the creatures that destroyed his mother's life. From that moment on, Ralph despised all pokemon. He took to staying at the Panetterie house like the drowning take to life preserves.

___Susan, on the other hand, developed a love for pokemon, and she began spending most of her time at the Lawrence ranch. Her father being a doctor, she knew much about the different illnesses humans and pokemon shared. Every day she could be found outside, observing the Rapidashs and Ponytas, seeing if their behavior changed or if they became ill. Whenever she noticed a sudden switch in personality or behavior with an animal, she quickly alerted the Lawrence family and had them check the pokemon out for sickness. It became a common joke around the breeding farm that Susan would become a pokemon nurse when she grew older, but Susan would have nothing of that lifestyle. She preferred being on the field, watching pokemon, as opposed to being cooped up in a pokemon center somewhere.

___Years later, the families split ways as both Susan and Ralph moved out of their houses, setting off into the world on their own. Susan began studying under researchers who observes trends in pokemon behavior, while Ralph studied to become a scientific researcher and author. Later, the two met again, once Susan was already a highly regarded expert in pokemon disease trends and prevention, and Ralph was a research professor who wrote books on various scientific subjects. After a few chance meetings, the two began dating and later became married. It felt natural to them to transition into a married lifestyle, since they had known each other so long. For the first few years, their marriage went well. After a while, however, their different professions caused conflict to arise between them. Susan had to spend most of her time out of the house, and whenever she stayed at home she had to take care and observe multiple ill pokemon, keeping them in a separate room of the house to avoid contaminating anything. Ralph tried to put up with the presence of pokemon in his home, but eventually the stress of having Susan always gone and having to see so many pokemon- who he still despised even in his later age- pushed him to the edge. His own job required him to hole himself up in his large study, researching and investigating the many books that lined the shelves of his bookcases. Whenever inspiration or realization struck, he locked himself inside his room, furiously typing away and not emerging until his chapter or manuscript had been completed. Susan, when returning home from a long trip, found herself becoming irritated by the lack of her husband in the house, and she frequently began bothering him to spend more time with her and less with her books.

___Eventually, the two realized that they couldn't live in such a manner forever. They sat down and discussed their problems with the marriage, and after a long while, they came up with a compromise. They would move to Snowpoint City, where some of Susan's extended family lived. That way, Susan could keep the pokemon she had to research out of the house and at her family's residences, and when she came home and Ralph was busy, she would be able to go and spend time with them instead of sitting in the house alone. The plan worked, and soon they both adjusted to the frigid, chilly life in Snowpoint City. Life for Susan slowed down once the couple had their first and only child, Clarice. She began spending more time at home, although she still received the occasional request to come and investigate a mysterious illness somewhere. Ralph spent most of his time inside with his wife and his daughter, and he accepted the fact that, while he himself disliked pokemon, his wife and young daughter both adored them.


|| Fir Trees and Snowball Wars
_______Watch out and duck!

___Since the day of her birth, Clarice has adored the snow. Being outside amidst the drifting snowbanks and nipping chilly air has always been her favorite thing. When a child, her parents used to stand in the doorway of their house, calmly and fondly watching as their only daughter romped and played in the snow. Clarice disliked wearing heavy coats and jackets, so they bundled her up as loosely as they could before turning her out loose into the wild and freezing outdoors. The other children watched Clarice play outside with admiration- they wondered how anyone could stay so warm in such cold weather. Clarice merely stopped by the windows of their houses, a bright, toothy smile stretching her face and a ruddy, shiny nose the only sign of her feeling the chill. Her smooth cheeks appeared permanently possessing rosy pink tints, like natural blush, from all the time she spent outside. A few people in the village voiced their concern, that Clarice would become sick if allowed outside too often, but her parents gently brushed off their concern. Clarice, even at such a young age, seemed to have the immune system of a horse, never becoming sick or ill no matter how long she spent romping in the snow. The Lawrence family's neighbors became used to the sight of her out in their front yards, her shiny black snow boots stretching up to her knees, a pale blue coat hugged close to her body, her blonde hair swinging behind her in two pigtails. They began to fondly refer to her as the Yeti, as she spent so much time outside that they almost believed she hailed from the mythical species. Everyone could tell, even at such a young age, that Clarice would have a lifelong obsession with the chilled, sparkling ice crystals that coated the ground in blankets of white. The other children in Snowpoint City often came outside to join the girl whenever she scampered outside to play, and as she and the other kids grew older, it became a hazard to walk outside of one's house- after all, in the game of snowball fights and hedge wars, sometimes the most innocent of spectators fall prey to a misguided splat or two.


|| Solitary Confinement
_______Being sick is no fun at all.

___One day, Clarice's parents noticed something strange about their child's behavior. Clarice kept sneezing and after long periods of time in the snow, she had a hard time breathing. Eventually, these symptoms became worse and consistently present. They took her to the doctor in town, who diagnosed her having caught multiple illnesses that had progressed for a long time without treatment. The doctor demanded that Clarice stay inside and out of the cold, or else she might not ever recover. Upon hearing this news, her father felt extremely guilty. Ralph took caring for Clarice as his foremost role in life, and he never left her side for the next few years. Each time she recovered from something, she caught something else, and the doctor said that her years of romping in the snow had severely weakened her immune system.
Being confined to stay at home.

___Susan often had to go out traveling for her work, and she recommended that Ralph keep Clarice out of the cold as much as possible. He took this to the extreme, forbidding Clarice from ever leaving the house and rarely allowing her friends in to play, for fear that they'd get her even more sick. For the rest of Clarice's early childhood from age five and onward, she stayed indoors, curled by a fireplace and wrapped in blankets. Some children would have found themselves bored, and initially, Clarice found her containment an irritating barrier keeping her from having fun and playing with the other children outside in the snow. Soon after being confined indoors, however, she discovered a pleasant form of amusing herself without getting near the cold: reading. Her father kept large bookcases filled with ancient, outdated books in his library, most of the books pertaining to pokemon training. She became enamored with the idea of befriending pokemon, and as her knowledge about the creatures progressed, she decided that one day she would be a pokemon breeder, like her paternal grandparents she had never met. When she became seven, two years after her initial confinement, her father allowed her to travel outside on her own, but only he was with her. From then on, she watched the shadows eagerly for pokemon, only wishing to see them and dreaming of the day her wish would become a reality.


|| A Wintery Sensation
_______Welcome to the family, Icicle.

___Clarice met Icicle when she was eight years old. It happened on a cold winter night when her mother was, as usual, gone on business. Clarice had been traveling with her father to see friends, and when they arrived back at their house, Clarice realized that she had lost her favorite scarf. Her father told her to forget about it, that he'd buy her a new one later. He didn't want Clarice to spend any more time outside than she had to, and he was worried that she would become sick again. The young girl, distraught over the loss of her scarf, decided on impulse that she'd go back and get it when her father wasn't looking. She didn't decide that to be insolent, but rather because in her little mind, the scarf needed to be found. When her father went into his study to read, she sneaked out of the house. After a long time searching in the snow, Clarice spotted the white and blue scarf peeking out from behind a set of close-together trees. She ran over to the trees and tugged on her scarf, but it wouldn’t move. When she peeked around the tree that blocked her view of the scarf, she discovered a young wild snover had half of the scarf in its mouth, and it had been in mid-chew when she had pulled on it. The snover glared at her for a while, but eventually she managed to tug the scarf out of the snover's mouth and she ran home, the snover at her heels. She quickly sneaked back into the house so quietly that her father didn’t notice her coming inside. What he did notice was the snover that had sneaked in behind her when she wasn’t paying attention. The snover had liked the scarf so much it seemed determined to try and take it back.


___Her father told her to take the snover back outside and slam the door in its face, and she obeyed him. However, right before she was about to shut the door, something about the longing in the snover’s eyes when it looked at the scarf struck a cord in Clarice, and she felt bad about leaving it outside. She hustled it back into the warm house with the intention of keeping the snover as a pet. Soon she remembered her father's hatred for pokemon, however, and she realized that he would never agree. Being a stubborn young eight year old, she decided to hide the snover in her closet and keep him anyway. Her room had a lock, so she felt secure in the fact that her father wouldn’t accidentally discover the pokemon. She draped coats and hats as well as scarves and mittens over the snover, and to her surprise, her father didn’t suspect a thing. He was too busy with work to really pay attention, and from then on, she tried to keep her pet from him. The snover eventually learned to behave itself and remain still whenever her father checked the closet, and Clarice grew fond of the snover, naming it Icicle because of how pretty said ice crystals were, and because she found the snover pretty as well. It was only three years later when she discovered the snover was a male, but she kept the name Icicle because it still seemed to fit, in an odd way.



|| Sleigh Bells Ringing in the Snow
_______Pretty please with sugar on top?

___When Clarice became ten, she confronted her father about becoming a pokemon trainer. Before she met Icicle, she had never wanted to be a trainer, but meeting the pokemon had changed her mind. Her father still hadn’t discovered Icicle yet, and Clarice planned to “catch” him when her father wasn’t looking. Clarice’s father told her that her mother would have the final word once she came home from traveling. Clarice impatiently waited the next few weeks until her mother came home from work, and the moment her mother arrived Clarice attached to her side and asked her. Her mother readily agreed, and she set up an appointment with a local pokemon trainer for him to teach Clarice the ropes. The appointment was scheduled a few weeks away, and Clarice spent all of her time until then cooped up in her father’s library, rereading the books on pokemon raising that she had always loved to read as a child. Her attraction to training pokemon came more from wanting to have friends than wanting to fight battles, so she dreamed of first becoming a pokemon trainer and later becoming a breeder as she became older.

___A few days before the appointment, her mother received a message from Sandgem Town. A strange, powerful illness had spread rapidly through the pokemon in the town, and the experts in the village thought that it had been spread from the wild population to the domesticated ones. The pokemon center was overflowing with patients, and they needed more help to keep the pokemon from falling into critical states. Clarice’s mother packed up and left immediately, telling her that her father could take her to the meeting in her place. Clarice agreed to this, and to celebrate her newly becoming a pokemon trainer, she took Icicle to Lake Acuity and let him play around in the snow and water as much as he wished. While at the lake, she slipped and fell into the freezing water. The snover fished her out as quickly as possible, but the low temperatures of the water triggered Clarice to become sick again. Her father, once he found out about her illness, forbade her from becoming a trainer and leaving home until he was convinced she wouldn’t fall ill once she left home.

___Clarice protested fiercely, but with her mother away for an undetermined amount of time, she had to obey her father. She looked anxiously towards the time when her mother came back, so she could continue in the process of becoming a trainer.



|| Snowmen and Furry Mittens
_______Enter Jack Frost- only minus the Jack.

___As time went by, Sarah didn't return home to help Clarice. The problem Sarah had flown away to examine turned out to be much worse than anticipated, so she had to stay in that city to help try and get the pokemon illness under control. Back home in Snowpoint City, Clarice felt like she was going mad. After her short period of sickness, her overprotective father confined her to the house, forbidding her to leave. Most of the reason for this was that Ralph, never trusting pokemon or pokemon training, feared that his only daughter would become dreadfully sick away from home. Clarice begged him to let her go out to see the trainer Sarah had arranged for her to meet, but Ralph would hear none of it. He promised that she could leave once Sarah returned, but until then he would have her stay home where Clarice was safe. She wheedled and begged, threatened and screamed, but nothing would convince Ralph to change his mind. Clarice resigned herself to writing pleading letters to her mother, begging her to come back. Sarah occasionally wrote back, patiently explaining that she couldn't leave the city until the illness had cleared up, or else she might accidentally contaminate the pokemon around Snowpoint City as well. As months went by, Ralph eventually allowed Clarice to leave the house for short periods of time, but he refused to tell her the address of the trainer her mother had arranged for her to meet, to keep Clarice from running out and meeting him on her own.

___One day, when grumpily sloshing through the snow near the pokemon center, Clarice saw a furry pile of brown. Immediately, she hurried over to it, thinking the pile a new pair of mittens for her collection that she kept in the closet. Her favorite pair of brown mittens had been recently chewed up by Icicle, who was still living hidden in her closet, somehow miraculously not being found out by Ralph yet. Ralph was always so worried about his only daughter that he never excepted her of tricking him by smuggling pokemon into the house, anyway. And when someone didn't except something, it was fairly easy to keep that something from them. When Clarice reached the messy brown clump in the snow, she realized that it was a tiny eevee, curled into a tiny ball, its tail wrapped around its fragile body in a vain effort to keep itself warm. It shook with weak shivers, its paws over its eyes in a pitiful manner. Clarice, knowing the dangers of hypothermia from living in Snowpoint City all her life, scooped the pokemon into her arms and rushed it to the pokemon center.

___The Nurse Joy on duty at the time happened to be a new one, recently come into the city to join her native cousins. She didn't recognize Clarice when the young girl hurried in, the poor eevee in her arms, and she assumed that Clarice was the eevee's trainer. While she admonished Clarice about taking better care of her pokemon, she rushed the eevee into the emergency care area. Clarice hovered by the pokemon, not bothering to correct the nurse because being considered the trainer let her stay by the pokemon's side while it healed. Icicles had formed on the brown fur of the pokemon; frost had coated its entire face nearly white. After a long while, the nurse and other Nurse Joy cousins managed to save the eevee, and they returned Eevee to Clarice, warning her to take better care of it next time.

___That they had assumed her the trainer of Eevee set Clarice to thinking. Obviously, the eevee had no home, right? So why couldn't she take the pokemon home and hide her, just like she had done with Icicle? When she got home with the eevee, whom she named Frost, Clarice stuffed the pokemon under her covers and disguised the hump as the bump of a pillow. That night, when her father came in and checked on her, she kept a hand on Frost to keep her still under the covers. Ralph hardly noticed a thing, until a loud yawn caught his attention. That night, he discovered Frost, and after searching the room thoroughly, he found Icicle as well. Enraged that pokemon were in his house, and that his daughter had been lying to him, he took the pokemon and threw them out himself. Clarice begged him to let Frost stay inside, as she obviously couldn't take the cold, but he wouldn't budge on the matter.

___Fortunately, that night Susan finally came home, and she talked to Ralph and convinced him not only to allow Clarice to become a trainer the next day, but for the two pokemon to become her first pokemon. The next day, Clarice "caught" Icicle and Frost, and she set off on the beginning of her pokemon journey.


|| Deck the Halls with Lots of Holly and Mistletoe
_______Learning how to be a trainer is harder than most think.

Her father agrees to let her become a trainer, and her love of books comes in handy when she confronts a total ice trainer almost helpless in a cavern far from home. She vows to catch other pokemon other than just ice, to keep herself from falling into such a predicament. She ends up catching her first non-ice pokemon.

--» What E l s e ? {♥♥}

¤ Likes ||

» The colors green and brown.
» The food pizza.
» Ice pokemon.
» Snowy climates.
» Reading.
» Sunlight.
» Warmth.


¤ Dislikes ||

» Being sick.
» Being cold.
» Overprotective fathers.
» Hurting people.
» The dark.
» Fear of death.
» Fear of blindness.


¤ Crush || Character crushing on anyone? Not unless mentioned, don't fill it out yet!
¤ Other random facts ||

--» Gotta Catch 'Em A l l ! {♣♣}

¤ Current Pokemon Team ||

Icicle.

Snover. ♂
As a young child, Clarice found Icicle munching on her scarf. She found him so adorable that she hid him in her closet for years before she became a trainer. Clarice officially caught Icicle on her eleventh birthday, and they've been together ever since.
Found: Route 216.
Type: Ice//Grass.
Temperament: Loyal and inquisitive.
Level: 36.

Attacks:
Powder Snow
Ice Shard
Ingrain
Wood Hammer




Frost.

Glaceon. ♀
Frost was found as Eevee abandoned outside the Snowpoint City Pokemon Center. She had a weak leg, and Clarice felt sorry for her. She brought him home, and after her father allowed her to become a trainer, she officially caught Frost. Later, Frost's leg healed when she evolved from Eevee to Glaceon.
Found: Route 117, as Eevee.
Type: Ice.
Temperament: Nosy, curious.
Level: 35.

Attacks:
Bite
Sand-attack
Icy Wind
Quick Attack




Ripples.

Shellos. ♀
Soon after meeting the all-ice trainer in the cave, Clarice set out to catch herself a non-ice pokemon. She stumbled upon Shellos when Frost fell into a patch of wild grass and scared Ripples out.
Found: Route 205.
Type: Water.
Temperament: Lazy, temperamental.
Level: 32.

Attacks:
Water Pulse
Rain Dance
Mud Bomb
Body Slam




Sunburst.

Ponyta. ♂
When she stopped by her paternal grandparent's Ponyta farm, they gave her Sunburst as a present.
Found: Not Applicable.
Type: Fire.
Temperament: Insolent, independent.
Level: 25.

Attacks:
Fire Spin
Ember
Stomp
Tail Whip




Clover.

Finneon. ♂
Clarice tried her hand at fishing once, and after landing Magikarp after Magikarp, she finally hooked a Finneon, which Icicle helped her to catch. Ever since then, however, she's only been able to find Magikarp again.
Found: Route 218.
Type: Water.
Temperament: Introverted, quiet.
Level: 24.

Attacks:
Water Pulse
Rain Dance
Attract
Pound




Moonbeam.

Misdreavus. ♂
When wandering through Eterna Forest, Clarice stumbled upon an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. She decided to rest in there that night, and while she tried to sleep, Misdreavus ambushed her. Thanks to Ripples, she managed to fend off and catch her attacker, who became Moonbeam, after the rays of light streaming through the house's windows at the time.
Found: Eterna Forest.
Type: Ghost.
Temperament: Happy, excitable.
Level: 26.

Attacks:
Psybeam
Mean Look
Psywave
Astonish


¤ PC Pokemon ||

Freeze.

Sneasel. ♀
Clarice caught Sneasel recently, but she had troubling bonding with her, so she decided to store her in her PC box until later notice.
Found: Route 216.
Type: Dark/Ice.
Temperament: Unpredictable, conniving.
Level: 34.

Attacks:
Icy Wind
Fury Swipes
Faint Attack
Agility


¤ Gym Badges || None so far.
¤ Contest Ribbons || None.

[Krysti Auzuki]

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»[ þull my ]××`STRINGS — The woman behind the screen || Krysti_Auzuki.
»[ color my ]××`WORLD — Two font colors

( ___ τhis is •• ME ♥

»[ sαy iτ ]××`RIGHT — The { { kid } } at | h e a r t | -> Tagushi Hart.
»[ my sєcoηd ]××`NAME — Nicknames. Optional.
»[ couητ τhє ]××`CANDLES — " I am { s e v e n t e e n } going on eighteen-.
»[ вєsτ dαy ]××`EVER — You're character's birthday.
»[ i‘m lookiηg ]××`FOR — Sexual Orientation.

( ___ α liττlє morє •• DETAILED ♥

»[ chєck mє ]××`OUT — Linked anime pictures, please.
»[ my ouτєr ]××`BEAUTY — Appearance. Three strong, detailed paragraphs.
»[ hoω i ]××`ACT — Personality. Three strong, detailed paragraphs.
»[ rєωiηd α ]××`LITTLE — History. Four strong, detailed paragraphs.


_______Taku confronted his sister on the issue once, when she and Kotama were supposed to go out to the movies. He blocked the front door, leaning against it so she couldn’t leave. His words had been carefully chosen, designed to express the worry building inside him while disguising it as nonchalant brotherly words. “Don’t you think you’re a bit too close to this Kotama guy?” he asked, his voice completely calm, no trace of the frustration building inside him escaping.

_______His little sister had blinked up at him with her round eyes, confusion cutting across her face. “What?” No understanding passed before her eyes, which caused Taku to sigh in annoyance.

_______“You guys are pretty close, don’t you think? Maybe too close?”

_______She shook her head, not really getting his point. Finally, after a while, she left out the back door instead, leaving Taku just as answerless as ever. Still, Taku never brought up the issue again. Obviously, Sora didn’t understand his brotherly worry. How odd it seemed- why this Kota guy? He had been standing there, down the corridor, when Kotama had first laughed at her. Of course he hadn’t done anything- Sora needed to learn to stand up for herself- but he had been ready to box the boy’s ears in if he ever did it again. The next day, though, Sora and the boy had seemed best pals, for some reason Taku and his friends could never get. Kota wasn’t even cute, and wasn’t that why most girls hung out with guys obsessively? Not that Sora was shallow, but no other explanation even began to make sense.

( ___ αdvαntαgє oη •• NEVERLAND ♥

**Everyone except SORA and TAGUCHI should fill in these next three
»[ αlωαys oη ]××`ME — Weapons.
»[ oη τhє ]××`BATTLEFIELD — Powers/Attacks when your character is battling.
»[ off τhє ]××`BATTLEFIELD — Abilities for your character. ([These might come in handy!] speed, strength, swim, ect ).

( ___ gєτ τhє •• 411? ♥

»[ τurη mє ]××`ON — List your character's likes.
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»[ τurη mє ]××`OFF — List your character's dislikes.
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»[ cuє τhє ]××`MUSIC — List a couple songs. Bold the theme song, please.
»[ sτolє my ]××`HEART — Your character's crush. Pm me if he/she develops one in the role play.

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« identity --► The name's Suzuki Takashi, thanks very much.
« part two --►

|| Taka-kun ; Most of his sports buddies and better friends call him Taka-kun. He likes the nickname, but only his friends call him by it. He prefers it to Takashi-kun, which sounds too stuffy.
|| Kaa ; People who like creative nicknames and those closest to him call him simply Kaa. This is his favorite nickname of all, and only special people get to call him by it.
|| Suzuki-kun ; The generic name people call him. It's a normal nickname for him, and he doesn't mind it. Most people call him Suzuki-kun, although a few have tried to be creative and call him Sazu-kun, although that one didn't last too long.
|| Kaa-chan ; No self-respecting person ever calls Takashi by this nickname. The only people who religiously insist on demeaning him like this are his two older brothers, who have been calling him Kaa-chan since his birth. Once, a friend of his tried to call him it, and he exploded on them. Needless to say, no one else has ventured to call him it since.

« james bond alias --► Running round the track, it's the athlete.
« those years --► The age is sixteen, which is sweet yet sour.
« bra or boxers --► He's hoping it's male,
« impulse crash --► Some say he loves equality; others say he can't make up his mind. Either way, the result's still the same. { { bisexual } }
« all hail --► With 1/2 the blood pooling from Canada, 1/2 flowing from Japan, and his parents being from the United States, he's a mutt of many different shades. No one's quite sure exactly what nationalities made him up, but in Kaa's opinion, he's all Japanese. Well, except for his hair dye.
« education graduation --► It's time for the second year of high school.
« daily dose --► Ex-Librarian's Assistant || Current Slave Boy - - > Waiter, May I take your order?

● t i c k e t –fee__}

« to take --► The world is || s p i n n i n g || and { { he } } keeps on winning ~
« your heart --►

|| His H A I R

_______Most people remember Takashi from his hair. Shifting strands of deep indigo locks block his eyes, shielding them from view. The straight locks cast sharp shadows across his face, defining the contours of his features. Of all his facial features, Takashi favors his hair first. The reason why? Because it’s what people first notice about him. Being a complete nut for attention, Takashi adores the fact that his hair gives him instant fame or infamy. People always notice it right off the bat- and indeed, it’s hard not to. As indigo isn’t a natural hair color, it always causes people to take a second look at him. From years of practice dying it, he makes his hair look completely natural in color and texture, which confuses people. Their minds tell them that his hair can’t be natural, but their eyes tell them that he must have been born with it. To gain more attention, Takashi always teases people when they gain enough courage to if his indigo hair is natural. Of course it isn’t, but he likes making a game of it, telling some people that it’s natural, others that he dyed it, and still others that a freak accident caused it. Ever since he moved to go to his new high school, it’s become a mystery to his classmates exactly how his hair ends up in that brilliant indigo shade every day.
_______As anyone in Takashi’s old town would be able to tell, Takashi dyed his hair in junior high on a dare. He keeps dying it the exotic shade of lavender because of the attention it gives him. People pay extra attention to him, having to take a double look to peer at his hair, confusion etching across their faces as they ponder how someone could possibly have indigo hair. His natural hair color has a deep chocolate brown hue, and he’s always hated it. Being ordinary is something Takashi can’t stand, one of those things that makes his skin crawl. If he had his own choice, he would have dyed his entire head of hair indigo a long time ago. His mother had always warned him of the dangers of dying one’s eyebrows, however, citing one of his eccentric-looking uncles as proof of said dangers. His Uncle Hermie always had problems with graying hair, she told Takashi, and he decided to dye his eyebrows to change that. Now the uncle has bright red eyebrows and gray hair, which looks like two ruby caterpillars are crawling across his face. Because of his mother’s story of his uncle, Takashi’s never managed to gather the courage required to dye his eyebrows and eyelashes, which is why they remain a dark brown color as opposed to indigo.

_______Takashi re-dyes his hair religiously, putting the maintenance of his hair color at the top of his priority list. Back in those long-past junior high years, he first colored his hair indigo on a bet from one of his good friends. The bet had been given in front of all the other boys in his grade, and Taka, never one to back down from a challenge, had grabbed the bottle of dye and done it right then and there. He didn’t exactly know how to dye his hair, and it turned out pretty sloppy, of course. When he went to school the next day, everyone from the teachers to the students kept talking about it. It took him a long time to convince the administration not to get him in trouble for his unorthodox hair color, but eventually they let him slide by. That week, everyone talked about him- and being the attention whore he was, Takashi realized that having indigo hair got him fame throughout the entire school. He eventually learned how to dye his hair correctly- enough to get people to believe that perhaps he really did have indigo hair- and he’s dyed it ever since. Once he moved for high school, he immediately became well-recognized through his new school. He associates the instant fame he received with his athletic talents and unusual looks. He takes pride in his appearance, perhaps a bit too much, although he’s careful not to brag or mention it around other people.


|| His E Y E S

_______Takashi’s deep indigo hair blocks his liquid violet eyes, causing a constant source of frustration for him. A joke around the school is that he used to suffer from neck spasms, always tossing his head to get his hair out of his eyes, until he finally gave up and decided to just deal with it. Every so often, he blows a steady stream of air out of his mouth to try and shift his long hair from his view, but it only works for a few moments each time. It’s become his trademark, this unusual blowing feature, and whenever people want to imitate him, they always pretend to be blowing their hair out of their eyes. His violet eyes, like his hair, immediately make him recognizable wherever he goes. There’s some statistic that violet eyes only happen in some minuscule percent of the population, because violet is by far the rarest color of eyes naturally found in the modern world. Oddly enough, or perhaps not so oddly, they run in both sides of the family for Kaa. His mother has the same eyes as he does- liquid violet, to the exact shade- and so does his maternal grandmother. His paternal grandfather has violet eyes as well, although his dad has blue eyes. His father always joked that he only fell in love with his wife because of her violet eyes, so they could be passed on down to his children. Although his father says it in a joking tone, sometimes Takashi believes him. After all, it would explain many things- one being how he ended up with violet eyes on both sides of the family. His purple hair brings out the unusual color of his eyes, and in truth, his eyes and hair are Takashi’s favorite things about his appearance. He takes a secret pride in both.

_______Whenever Takashi gets angry, his eye color shifts from a saccharine violet to a storming deep indigo shade. Perhaps it has to do with a change of the light, but whatever the case, without fail his eyes portray his emotions. The obvious change in appearance of his eyes makes his anger impossible to hide, and Kaa’s learned to simply express his emotions without hesitation, as everyone’ll know what he’s feeling anyway from his eyes. Much to his dismay, dark brown eyelashes frame his violet eyes, which distresses him to no end. He hates his natural hair color, and while he can settle for his brown eyebrows, he wishes there were some way he could safely dye his eyelashes so they could match his indigo hair. After so many horror stories from his mother about dye jobs gone wrong, he’s never managed the courage to dye his lashes or brows. His lashes are also longer than most, which causes them to flutter- like a female’s, he’s been known to grip- whenever he blinks. It’s a common joke of his that whenever he blinks, his manliness goes down a few notches. Everyone else just deals with his whining about his eyelashes, as either they don’t notice or they fail to care how brown or long they are. It’s one of those things that only he notices, but he swears are annoying to no end.


|| His A C C E S O R I E S

Body

Accessories

Staple Clothes

Gait


|| His O D D I T I E S

_______For those who never like to read entire books, preferring the summarized versions, there's a cliff notes section. For Takashi, who has the attention span of a child, there are cliff note sections for everything.


• His neckpiece came down to him as an heirloom from his grandmother. Ever since she passed away years ago, he's never taken it off. He tells all the guys that he got it from a past lover or something, although no one believes him. The rumor around the school is that he has some kind of scar underneath it, although he really wears it for sentimental reasons.

• Once someone broke into his house, and he fell backwards onto a sharp piece of glass, impaling himself in the hip. Although a doctor later removed the shard, the scar has never quite healed. A two inch jagged line on the right back side of his hip still commemorates the less than happy moment, although Takashi likes to joke that it reminds him of a battle scar.

• His left big toe curves outward from his toes. It resembles an s shape, its tip curling sideway onto itself. It's barely noticeable, actually, now that he's older, but in his younger days people used to mention it constantly. Because people used to mention it all the time, it's a sore spot for him, and he prefers not to wear flip-flops or sandals unless he has to, to cover it up as much as possible.



« the mind --►

|| It's all about C A R S

_______It’s a curse; it’s an obsession. His parents don’t understand it, although many of his jock friends do. The beauty of a newly waxed hood, the elegance and power of fresh, new wheels spinning down the street. To some people, cars are simply vehicles to get them around. To Takashi, cars are something different. They’re miracles of creation, powerful, caged beasts waiting to roar and break free. He adores them like nothing else. With his money from his part-time job, he’s always purchasing parts to fix up his own car. His parents don’t understand his fascination with cars, so they’ve outright refused to buy him one. His friends, especially the richer, jock ones, have grown used to lending their cars to him, allowing him to replace their engines, add a better turbo, or place on detail work on them. Despite his parents’ dislike of his obsession, his eldest brother’s care broke down years ago, so Takashi claimed it as his own. When he first started working on it, the car had as much value as a bucket of sodding mud. Now, after much loving, kind work, it’s turned into something that he could be proud of driving around. It still has a long way to go, and he constantly fiddles with it whenever he has the extra time. Taka still bothers his parents about buying him a fast, beautiful car- with his dad’s work, they definitely have enough money to afford one- but his parents just sigh and shake their heads whenever he asks. Whenever his friends give him their cars to work on, Kaa jokingly says that their cars talk to him, complaining about the poor shape that they’re in. In truth, Kaa does believe that cars have their own way of speaking, just not in the way most creatures speak. Instead, he likes to open up the hood or sit in the driver’s seat and let it purr, considering that the equivalent of paragraphs and sentences in car speak. When Kaa gets behind the seat of an especially good car, his fingers twitch until he manages to turn the engine on. He loves every car he comes across- although he tends to be a bit elitist when it comes to cars he considers substandard. He considers many cars ‘not up to par’, and whenever his friends have one of these said cars, he always borrows it and modifies it until it’s of a better quality more suited to his tastes. His own car is by far his favorite of any car he’s ever come across, if only because he’s put so much careful, loving attention into restoring it. Although he still claims that it’s far from being finished, whenever referring to his car, he has a habit of calling it ‘his baby’, and referring to it as a male. “He wouldn’t start this morning,” or “I’ve got to go work on him tonight,” are common phrases heard out of the mouth of Kaa, which causes his friends no end of laughs. They like to tease him, calling the car Kaa’s homosexual lover, but Kaa just brushes them off with a smile. The only time anything about cars truly ticks Takashi off is when people insult his own car. Then his characteristic anger shows through, and he won’t rest until his car’s reputation has been restored.


|| Crack open those B O O K S

_______His parents, one Canadian and one Japanese, lived most of their lives in the United States. Several years before his birth, they moved the Japan, and they’ve tried their hardest to raise him as a normal Japanese boy. His father, Henry, insisted on teaching him English and letting him grow up as a bilingual child, like his mother, because Henry spoke only dismal Japanese. He wanted to be able to communicate freely with his sons, so they raised both his older twin brothers and himself with the ability to speak both English and Japanese. From an early age, his knowledge of perfect English opened up new worlds to him. Takashi discovered his love of reading through the English language, as he found it more entertaining to read in that language than in Japanese. Perhaps the reason for his preference came about as a result of his culture: at school, he was force to read Japanese books, but at home, he had the choice of reading English books. Like most children, the presence of a choice allowed him to enjoy that latter much more than the former, and he became a reader in his childhood. At his old school, his teachers always had to remind him that reading books on his lap- hidden under his desk- was not the proper way to learn math or science. When he entered middle school, he discovered his second love after cars: English classics. That’s right, classic literature. Shakespeare, Twain, Poe, Hemmingway to more recent books such as Austin and King. He loved every single book he could get his hand on with any sort of history as a classic. In eighth grade, he read and adored Moby d**k, a book his teacher despised because of its length and boring narratives. Kaa found any sort of book fascinating, and his room at home held a testament to this. Books crammed into the shelves, as many as could fit, and the rest overflowed onto the floor into messy bundles and neat piles. Knowing his love of literature, a friend got him a part-time job at the local library once he moved, as a librarian’s assistant. From his first day on the job, he knew he’d love it. It was the perfect fit for Kaa. He loved the entire job, from the book dusting to the patron questions to the Dewy system organization, Kaa simply adored it all. He practically breathed for the days he worked after school and on the weekends, and he looked forward to it almost as much as he looked forward to practice.

_______Now, it must be understood now that not everyone understood his love for reading. His mother Nanami, particularly, disliked his extreme passion for it. Kaa never understood her intense dislike for anything he showed a long-term passion for, but she always told him that he wouldn’t have a future in books, and he resented that. He loved his mother, surely, but he adored books. When surrounded by books, people always said Kaa seemed more alive than usual: his eyes took on a shimmering, excited quality, his voice picking up speed and nearly tumbling over his words. In the library that year, he seemed a completely different person than outside of it. His temper cooled, his attitude mellowed, and his impatience disappeared. Despite his evident passion for reading, his mother insisted he not set his heart on books or working in the library. Some things, she said, were more important than that. Takashi always thought his mother a spoilsport about such things, but when he brought up the issue of his mother’s sourness with his father, Henry simply shook his head and sighed. Henry refused to speak any more on the issue, although he did scold Takashi for speaking ill of his mother. As Kaa grew up and entered high school, his love for athletics solidified his position in the jock group at school. He had always been somewhat popular throughout his schooling, but being one practically every sports team he could join and being good at all of them as well skyrocketed his reputation as a jock. The other boys were great, and soon he became close friends with all of them. For some reason, though, they never understood his love for reading. Whenever he had to go to work at the library, they would groan and complain, asking him why he couldn’t just stay after and practice with them like a normal person. Kaa never really had an answer for that. The longer he spent in high school, the more apparent his unusual love of reading seemed: athletes just didn’t read. Not only that, but they weren’t good in English, either. Takashi never really noticed when it happened, in fact, he failed to even notice it was going on, but slowly he stopped going to work. One day, during the middle of his first year of high school, he quit his job at the library altogether. The librarian seemed puzzled when he did so, but being a kind, unobtrusive woman, she never brought up the subject of why he would quit when he seemed to love working there so much. Another, unexplainable thing that happened that first year was the sudden drop in Kaa’s English scores. He spent so much time training and practicing for his many teams that he just simply stopped doing his homework, stopped putting so much effort into his papers and assignments. When his mother heard of his sudden lack of interest in all things literary, she didn’t question it. She merely packed up all the books in his room and moved them into the basement, carting them away into brown boxes and sealing them in the darkness. Ever since the sudden change in his attitude towards reading, Takashi never picked up another non-school-required book.

_______It isn’t that Takashi’s love of reading dimmed at all, because that simply falls way short of the truth, of the mark. The reality of the shift, as much as his closest non-jock friends can determine, is that Takashi’s not supposed to like literature. He’s a jock, after all. And for some reason they can’t explain or comprehend, he just stopped liking it. His fellow athletes refer to the change as “The day Kaa-kun got a brain,” and the other readers in his classes call it, “When Taka-kun became a mindless jock”. Eventually, as he entered his second year of high school, everyone forgot that he liked books in the first place. After all, when someone walks around laughing and scoffing whenever people mention books, studying, or reading, it’s a bit hard to remember a time when they didn’t do that. People have short term memories, after all. If ever someone mentions the change, in passing or because something reminded them of it, Takashi stares blankly at them. “Me, liking books?” he’ll ask, with the most incredulous, about to laugh look on his face. “Yeah, right. You’re head’s whacked.” And that’ll be the end of the discussion. As such, he’s never actually explained his reason for abandoning reading and books. He’s the only one who truly knows his motivation, and if he even realizes the transformation in himself, he’s sure as hell not telling anyone about it.


|| Let's T I D Y this up, shall we?

It’s a trait he’s picked up from his older brothers. He doesn’t ever admit it, and the other jocks tease him about it to no end. One of the only dark secrets that Takashi isn’t ready to show the world yet, and it really isn’t a dark secret at all. See, he has a problem with messy things. Why? Because, he just can’t see things out of order. It came in handy while working at the library, this problem of his. He always kept the books impeccably clean and orderly. In the library, they used to call it attention to detail. In the sports world, they call it being an a**l retentive sissy. Normal people simply know it as having perfectionist tendencies. His homework is always spotless, not a single crease on it. That’s assuming that he actually turns his homework in, that is. But say he does this time, and he finds a crease on the piece of paper. He’d much rather not turn the assignment in and get a zero than hand in a less than perfect sheet. It’s not that he’s worried what the teacher will think; it’s something he does for himself. He does it for his own benefit, not for the benefit of others. The idea of the main jock at school being undone by a spilled pop can or a stray scribble amuses his teammates to no end, and they always jib him for it. But when his attention to detail and concern for perfection wins them a match or a championship, their tunes do a one eighty and suddenly they adore his perfectionist ways. This perfection in the outside world doesn’t stop there, though, which is something his coaches both like and despise. Kaa feels a need to push himself towards perfection as well. Normally, this would make the coaches happy, but sometimes he’ll be so focused the night before a match on perfecting that one jump shot or that one pass that he’ll tire himself out and end up causing them to lose the match. Whatever people’s opinions on the issue, which Taka pretends doesn’t exist, they all agree that his constant striving for order and perfection attribute a lot to his success in the sports kingdom.

Addictive personality.


|| Dribble, dribble; shoot S H O O T

Fidgety.



« & a soul --►

Suzuki Nanami's Story.
________- - >____It took a bachelor's, a master's, and a doctorate's, but finally she knew where she belonged: in the home, tending her children. Like any nice woman should do.
______________________________{ { Hello, Mother; hello, Father. } }
_______Suzuki Nanami and Henry Anderson lived next door to each other from birth. Their parents always set the two up together, expecting them to get married. The girl next door, the boy next door. They seemed perfect for each other from the start, becoming best friends immediately. Their mothers got together on Friday nights to have dinner parties, and whenever they did, they jokingly planned their children’s wedding. Everyone in both families found the entire idea hilarious, and it became a large joke whenever the families got together. Such an innocent joke, but one person took high offense at it. Who might this have been? Suzuki Nanami, the daughter of one of the couples. After a lifetime of being dictated her future life- marry her best friend Henry, live at home, raise happy children- she rebelled completely against it. She had her own idea of what would make her happy. But that part comes later; when telling a story, it’s always best to start at the beginning. So to the beginning we go.

_______Henry and Nanami entered the world on the same day, February 22nd. On that day in the deep Midwest of the United States, snow coated the ground in heavy layers of white. Two less alike families could hardly be found. The Suzuki family had moved to America from Japan ten years prior, and the Andersons had always lived there. Both families had specific plans for their children, as most families do, but those plans differed greatly. Nanami’s parents had their dreams set on her being a housewife for a loving man who would bring in the money; Henry’s father had always assumed his son would take over the family business and run it for life. The Suzuki family had strong conservative values; the Andersons widely broadcasted their liberal views. Despite their differences, both families had two things in common: they wanted their children to have good, happy lives and the women had meddling streaks. The latter explained why the two families became so close: both women loved to gossip with each other. The men had nothing in common, but they grew to appreciate each other’s better points after being forced together for many an awkward dinner while their wives chatted about who had done what with whom on that one Saturday night.

_______Nanami loved Henry like a brother from the start, and she insisted that despite her parents’ dream for her, she never wanted to get married. She especially didn’t want to have kids. No- what Nanami wanted was to have a professional career of her own and become well-known for expertise in the area of her practice. Her mother steamed when young Nanami expressed these desires to her, but her father laughed and assured his wife that Nanami would change her mind eventually as she grew up. From watching her mother, a housewife, Nanami decided that such a life would be boring and uneventful. She would become a doctor, Nanami decided, and she would become well-known and wealthy.


_______The kids in their neighborhood and at school always followed the two with green-tinted stares. Such best friends were rare in the young world. Children picked and dropped friends by the week, and the stability of the Nanry relationship- as parents began to jokingly refer to it- cause many a jealous look from the youngsters and adults around them. As Nanami grew older, some of the boys became jealous of Henry, seeing her as unattainable because of her close relationship with him. After all, she spent so much time with him that she couldn’t possibly have any time for anyone else. Try as they might, they couldn’t dislike Henry, though. His happy, carefree attitude seemed to attract people to him in groves, even though he only had time for Nanami. As they grew into middle school, some teachers expressed concern to their parents about their friendship. Although Nanami had great grades, and Henry had average ones, they always tried to talk to each other during classes, tending to alienate everyone else from their special friendship. The parents laughed and the mothers giggled with delight when the teachers told them this. The mothers saw it as one step closer to what they’d always wanted- their children getting married and living happily ever after with each other. The fathers laughed because they knew nothing bad would come out of their children’s friendship. And nothing bad did come of it. Until one day, that is. One day when Henry’s father had to move the family over to the west coast for his job. Tears flowed and screams echoed, but no amount of hysterics could change the truth: the Andersons had to move.

_______And they did move, and soon Nanami made new friends. The two kids tried to keep in touch, but eventually they both forgot about each other, as children often do. They each moved on with their lives. Nanami graduated high school as valedictorian of her class, and


Henry had always had a small crush on Nanami, since the day they rode their tricycles around the block and he fell into a ditch. Nanami had stood next to him and made fun of him, laughing her head off, and that was the day he first felt the fluttering of his young heart. Okay, so it was really stupid that he started liking her then, but Henry never bothered to care. Unfortunately, Nanami never felt the same, so Henry resigned himself to having his hopeless crush rust in secret.






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Suzuki Nanami and her story, from her American life to her high school with expectations from the world to meeting Henry who encouraged her every step of the way, to her struggles to be accepted into the medical community. Then to her botch of the procedure and losing her license permanently, and then giving up and moving back to stay at home with Henry. The creation of her ideals of how one should only reach as far as they know they can make it, as not to blindly leap and end up twisted and broken in the bottom of the ravine. Foreshadow her later imposing this on her children.

Henry's story.
________- - >____He worked a bit too long; he smiled a bit too weak. It took a lot to break an Anderson, they said, but in his heart he knew he would never measure up. Too many expectations; too little desire.
______________________________{ { Give me a complex already. } }
Money is a curse, they tell people without it, and they expect everyone to believe them. Such a cliche.

Those who have it not wish for it, knowing the cliche to be a lie; those who hold it know its emptiness, a false pretense that makes the harsh world seem prettier, but only for a moment. The latter know the cliche to be true.

Some people spend their entire lives looking for it, and some get lost along that path, never to find it and not really caring anymore. The path is all that matters. The path to riches and fame. Those become the people who arrive early at work every day and leave last in the evenings. The ones who live for nothing but striving, those miss their daughter's birthdays and their son's Christmases.

Only those who go through such a thing truly know what an effect it can have on the families. Unfortunately, it can become a curse, a trait, and it runs through genetics like fire in a bare forgotten forest.

Henry Anderson and his story, from family history and curse to birth and childhood exposed to the curses aftereffects and wanting more in life, to pursuing his career in writing while denying the family business in management and office work, to meeting Nanami and encouraging her to live her dreams as far as she could throw them and more, to losing his career in writing and being forced to join in on the family business to avoid becoming bankrupt and losing his house (problems with bills and management and fundings), having to work work work just to survive and get by, being tired of it all and just wishing it could all pause and stop for a while. To becoming time-oriented, always stressed, and moving to Japan with Nanami to help her grandparents making it all worse, to losing focus of his life and becoming just as work oriented and cold and obsessed and calculating as his forefathers were, falling prey eventually to the curse of never being true to oneself and slowly becoming someone who you later realize is a monster in disguise as a broken-dreamed man. To his early marriage life (see above) with Nanami, and then the brokenness of their relationship while they each fall into their roles as bread-winner and homemaker like a ticking set of clockwork that never got set in the first place. Show disillusionment in their dreams and in their realities.


Cue birth of first few sons, show the first real, successful rebel escaping the curse and disappearing into nothingness, yet tales of his success still floating back to the family anyhow. That would be the first son, and then the second one, hurt by how his elder brother hurt their father with his running away from the curse and making another kind of life for himself, becomes just like the father and becomes the next 'John' of the generation.


By the time Kaa was born, his father had no expectations for him, but his mother had her own plans to keep her younger son from becoming hurt like the other men in the family.


Too much drama? Go back through and weed out the unnecessary.


It's the biography that always labels people. It sets them apart as who they are.

In the nature versus nurture debate, a true testament to the nurture position remains in Suzuki Takashi.

George&&Kevin's Tale.
________- - >____They were the firstborn; they had the ability to thrive and make their own mistakes on their own terms. The forerunners of the story, those who came before the two younger siblings. One would take over the family business, and the other would not.
______________________________{ { We're the twins, and we like it that way. } }


________- - >____The days blurred past; everything slid together. He noticed no passage of time, only the passage of events. His sixteenth birthday, his first talk with a college recruiter. Nothing out of the ordinary; nothing excitement worthy. Nothing to make his blood pump through his veins and make him feel alive.
______________________________{ { Suddenly, it's like the world's gone blunt as a butter knife. } }


Lies in a family. Covering things up becomes so natural people don't recognize when they do it anymore.

● into the c a r r o u s e l__}

« entrance touch --► Insert Fabu Quote here
« to dazzle --►

{ - - > } Athletics.
{ - - > } Sunlight.
{ - - > } Attention.
{ - - > } Literature.
{ - - > } Perfection.


« to contort --►

{ - - > }
{ - - > }
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« the routine --► Hobbies .. it's watchu do.
« break a leg --► Weakness. Aww c'mon. At least 1
« upsettin`ending --► Did You Forget Anything? Misc/Etc here.

● out2dream__}

« guard it --► It's a d r e a m e r ; and he's got the power of { { truth } } || Backup Player : G u a r d i a n.
« hide it --► Complete { { t r a n s f o r m a t i o n } } -> the Second Form.
Second/Inner Appearance. Add Links w/a Description
« acquire it --► Your Ability/Skills. Limited to 3 max.
« utilize it --► Weapons, if none .. put none down AHA!

● the ex - it slip__}

« fireworks --► OHSHET! THEMESONG!!
« candy corn --► Posting Colors.
« last ride --► Yoo - Shur - Name.

[Krysti Auzuki]

( ___`bαck •• STAGE ♥

»[ þull my ]××`STRINGS — The woman behind the screen || Krysti_Auzuki.
»[ color my ]××`WORLD — Two font colors

( ___ τhis is •• ME ♥

»[ sαy iτ ]××`RIGHT — The { { king } } of | p i r a t e s | -> Captain James Hook.
»[ my sєcoηd ]××`NAME —
___~ ♪__Mister Hook ;; The name his underlings like to call him, especially those strange fairies he has working for him. In fact, most of his underlings call him this, much to his chagrin. Why would they call him Mister Hook, anyway? He much prefers more dignified nicknames more befitting of his station, not that mangled "Mister Hook" business.
___~ ♪__Captain ;; Ahoy there; now that's what he likes to hear! None of that Mister Hook business, although there certainly are worse nicknames. Even now, he finds a certain tickling delight whenever he hears someone call him by that title. Ever since his youth as a young chap, he'd always wanted to be a captain, and now that he is one, he rarely tires of hearing it- unless that two-faced tight-wearing mongrel of a boy decides to poke fun at him with it. Leave it to that Peter Pan child to ruin a good title with an ill-mannered joke.
___~ ♪__Hook Face ;; Call Mister Hook this, and you'll know the real meaning of a hook in the face. Once, when he met against a certain nasty flying boy-child, one of the runt's little "lost boys" decided to give him this delightful nickname. Unfortunately, Hook never got to see the boy's face, or else he would have had to show the child the real meaning of fear- or so he tells himself and Smee whenever he thinks of the unfortunate incident.
___~ ♪__James ;; The only title that can truly bring the captain to his knees: his birth name. No one's called him it within the last seventy-two years- or at least no one who's lived to tell of it. Hooks detests it when people remind him of his first name, so many a starting sailor has been kicked overboard for becoming too friendly with it.

»[ couητ τhє ]××`CANDLES — childlike age: over 232 years → outside age: 28 years.
»[ вєsτ dαy ]××`EVER — You're character's birthday.
»[ i‘m lookiηg ]××`FOR — Women not gents.

( ___ α liττlє morє •• DETAILED ♥

»[ chєck mє ]××`OUT — Linked anime pictures, please.
»[ my ouτєr ]××`BEAUTY — Vaguely, Hook can remember a time when people glanced his way without covering their eyes or shrieking in horror. As a child, he had looked like any other boy, with slightly bushy, coarse curls he pulled into a short ponytail. Like most boys at the time had done, he fastened his hair at the nape of his tanned neck, imitating the way sailors in the Royal Navy tied their long strands. He had always wanted to look just like his uncle, a captain of a ship: sea salt crusting his callused hands, billowing white cloth muddled with dust and dirt serving as a shirt, unruly dark hair hidden beneath a dark blue hat, the ensemble topped with a long golden feather. Unlike James's father, a distinguished man with weight in the community, his uncle seemed like a real man, one who went out and did things, instead of staying at home and barking orders at servants.

His brothers all looked about the same: fair complexions, smooth hair, widow peaks, and hazel eyes. The eldest brother's eyes drooped, falling half-lidded whenever he glanced up from a book or map; while looking at the aforementioned objects, his hazel eyes opened wide as a rabbit's when staring into headlights. The next brother had a neurotic habit of combing his hair every three seconds; another brother whistled so much his lips remained permanently chapped. The fourth and fifth brothers had their own unique habits and quirks, but overall, the brothers looked like the perfect mixture of their parents, each being so similar that people had a hard time telling them apart.

Not James.

From the moment he emerged from his bedroom on his fifth birthday, they soon began to notice something strange about him. His normally smooth hair creased randomly no matter how many times the servants brushed it, and even though he kept his hair tied back, it still found ways to escape and leave his appearance disheveled. His bright, shining eyes held a shade of blue resembling the ocean. Although his mother possessed stunning sapphire eyes, his father’s brown had always given James’s brothers hazel eyes. The strange hair and eyes accompanied an even more startling discovery: the boy’s little nose, unlike the squashed noses of his father and brothers or the arched nose of his mother, curled downward, creating a small fishhook. The differences, although small and seemingly inconsequential, caused the family much panic: James resembled only his mother, and many strange traits arose in him that his mother’s genes could not explain away. Both parents searched vainly in their pasts for any signs of fishhooked noses and coarse, unruly hair. In both families, only smooth hair and squashed or arched noses could be found. As James grew older, people in the village began to whisper about a seaman who had once lived in the surrounding plains: a retired sailor who resembled James more than anyone in either of his families. The whispers got to James, and one day at the age of nine, he escaped the watchful eyes of his family’s servants and wandered the plains until he encountered the man. A few years younger than his father and a few older than his mother, the retired seaman truly did resemble James. If James hadn’t known better, he would have thought that he had been replaced at birth and given to the wrong family. Apparently, when his father came to pick him up, the statesman thought so as well. The next day, he and his family relocated to the city, and he forbid anyone in the family from ever speaking of the sailor again. His mother seemed distressed often after their move, but James’s brothers told him that she disliked the loud noises of the carriages outside their windows. When he reached twelve, the distinction between the family and James led the brothers to one-by-one tell their friends that James had been found and added to the family that way- none of them could bear the mocking remarks of their classmates and the partially teasing rumors that circulated about James’s origins. The brothers eventually began to separate themselves from James, speaking less to him while in public until the practiced coldness seeped into their home lives, leading to their eventual distance from their youngest brother. While James found their behavior odd and hurtful, the strange actions of his parents disturbed him more so than his brothers’ unusual behaviors. The older James grew, the more often his mother shivered when he came near and the less his father met his brilliant blue eyes. James’s head started to hang more than it had as a child, and for most of his younger teenage years, he carried himself quietly, getting out of his family’s way whenever they began to treat him oddly.

When James turned fifteen, a burst of self-confidence possessed him, and he no longer walked around as if the weight of a yoke hung over his shoulders. Whenever his brothers or parents tried to ignore him or act strangely, he called them out on their odd behavior. Slowly, as he kept pressing them about it, his brothers realized that their younger brother meant more to them than the opinion of their classmates, and they behaved like normal older brothers. His mother slowly treated him like the rest of his siblings, no longer flinching whenever he decided to speak up near her. The only person whose behavior did not go back to normal, his father, irritated James more and more as time went by. When his father still refused to look him in the eye after a year of James telling him about how strange it seemed for a father not to look at his son, James’s frustration began to pour out in other areas of his life. He tried many dangerous, half-witted things to try and trick his father into looking straight at him, but even after the time he and a couple other teenage boys dropped a cow from the ceiling into a city council meeting his father had been attending, the man still refused to look at him in the eyes. Even when scolding him, James’s father kept his gaze fastened to the boy’s shoes or focused on a spot behind his head.

As a teenager, James’s unruly hair had become even more wild, transforming from straight with kinks to full-blown coarse and curly black hair that could barely be tied back without stray strands falling about his face.

»[ hoω i ]××`ACT —

____cul • tured → ¹ εducατεd, polishεd, rεfiηεd.


__² producεd uηdεr αrτificiαl αηd coητrollεd coηdiτions.

Those who assume that Captain James Hook created the character of a vicious, demented villian terrorizing the inhabitants of Neverland are sadly mistaken. He didn't even create the name Hook. No, the name belonged to someone who far preceded him. Ever since the creation of Neverland, an old man with a wizened smile manned the large Jolly Roger, patrolling the seas in search of treasure and mermaids to sell off to other evil men in the area. The distinctive beaded jewelry and crazed grin set him apart from the other adults who made life in Neverland horrible. Eventually, the other men in the land fell as different groups became stronger: the Indians and mermaids rising to a powerful command of the small island, wiping out the ancient tormentors. And so Neverland became a mostly happy place, somewhere where children could escape to without fear of adults breathing over their necks. Soon, the only nasty adult in the world was the first Captain Hook. No matter what the children tried, the wizened old man outwitted them every time.

Until another adult showed up, this one much younger than the first. Teaming up with the Indians, this young man overthrew the ancient captain and claimed the Jolly Roger for his own. The man promised the inhabitants of Neverland that he would sail the ship far away from the island, keeping them all safe from other pirates who might try and terrorize them. He kept to his word, and for thirty-seven years, the islanders saw nothing of the pirate flag or the Jolly Roger.

Being an adult from the outside has a way of affecting people in Neverland. They never age, being from the outside world, but they changed. Years after the first Hook met his fateful end, the inhabitants of Neverland saw a familiar flag sailing on the horizon, its shadowy figure haunting the edges of the sea. Soon, mermaids and other creatures began disappearing. The islanders began to speak in hushed tones of a crazy adult who had somehow gained control of the ship- an adult who seemed the near twin of the first captain. A brave expedition of Indians embarked on a journey to discover the identity of the newcomer, and they rowed out to the large ship in their canoes. Only five of the expedition ever returned, and they carried with them a seemingly impossible story: the young man with warm, ambitious eyes and a determined, confident smile had transformed into a monster with cold, beady eyes and a half-cocked, dastardly grin. Somehow, the surviving three whispered, during the thirty-seven years the man must have gone mad. The demented air of the former captain clung to the new captain like a heavy cloak, and the man had even begun calling himself by the old man's name. As time passed, the islanders began to forget about the first captain and the dashing man who had saved them from the menace, and they only remembered the crazed, villainous Captain Hook who tormented them from day to day.

Only two things from the young man;s former life remained: his good friend Smee, who had helped him fight against the first captain, and his first name James, which he never replaced.

____das • tard • ly → ¹ cowαrdly aηd mαlicious; bαsε.

____grown - up → ¹ of, chαrαcτεrisτic of, or iητεηdεd for αdulτs.

__² hαviηg or showiηg mατuriτy iη ouτlook, αττiτudε, or αppεαrαncε.






»[ rєωiηd α ]××`LITTLE — History. Four strong, detailed paragraphs.
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_______Every villain starts like every hero. They all are born into relatively ordinary homes, they all have relatively ordinary families. But something exists inside them that drives them to become the worst villain their parents could have ever dreamed of while telling nightly bedtime stories. James Addams had one such something inside him, and this is what caused his transformation from a mild-mannered boy into the greatest villain Neverland has ever known: a desire a be a pirate.

Lord Addams married his fiancée and had three children. Complications with the youngest of those children, Ralph, caused their mother to die during the pregnancy. Addams later remarried, and then his final son, James Addams, was born.

James, the youngest son of the four, was the oddball in his family. He was born on the coast of England in a small fishing town. His father had recently lost most of his money in a series of pirate attacks on one of his trading vessels, and the family had to downsize in order to feed all four of their children. Hence the way James was born: in a tiny town no one had ever heard of along the sparkling coast of Britain. He spent most of his life in this town, and its access to the coast would foster his love of piracy until it became an obsession that would later consume him.


His mother treated him as the baby of the family, mostly because he was the only one of the sons that she gave birth to.

_______Here it goes . . .

_______A small frown tugged at Hook’s lips when he heard that Peter Pan had disappeared forever. He had never seemed to care about Peter’s whereabouts before, and everyone- including himself- had assumed that as long as Hook ruled Neverland, it didn’t matter where the little brat ran off and hid. Hook soon came to realize, however, that the idea of Peter’s absence disturbed him more and more as each day without news came and went. Without knowledge of Peter’s death, one day Hook knew that the little brat would come back and steal his Neverland from underneath his fingers, and he’s never let down his guard since. Sure, it does seem like he’s always got his guard down, but a grown-up doesn’t survive in Neverland forever without learning the ancient art of watching one’s back. The little brat would come back one day, and Hook wanted to make sure that on that day, he managed to stab Peter with his hook before the boy had a chance to return the favor.
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( ___ αdvαntαgє oη •• NEVERLAND ♥

**Everyone except SORA and TAGUCHI should fill in these next three
»[ αlωαys oη ]××`ME — Weapons.
»[ oη τhє ]××`BATTLEFIELD — Powers/Attacks when your character is battling.
»[ off τhє ]××`BATTLEFIELD — Abilities for your character. ([These might come in handy!] speed, strength, swim, ect ).

( ___ gєτ τhє •• 411? ♥

»[ τurη mє ]××`ON — List your character's likes.
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»[ τurη mє ]××`OFF — List your character's dislikes.
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»[ cuє τhє ]××`MUSIC — List a couple songs. Bold the theme song, please.
»[ sτolє my ]××`HEART — Your character's crush. Pm me if he/she develops one in the role play.