☠☠TOXIC☠☠ ~Hayate Testing~

[[Black.Hayate]]

FR3AK0 MUSiCiAN

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I'm not Emo! Swear! I just love the guyliner. <3

WRiTT3N 0N T3H BiRTH C3RTiFiCAT3 Zane Evan Foxx
Butt M3H iLL3GAL NAM3 iS Foxx, Zae, Zef, or hey, just plain Zane.
NUMBuh 0F CANDl3S 18, luv
PR3SENT$ 0N February 29, 1990 (Pisces)
I G0 T0 THiS B@THR00M Male
T3Y S00 HAWT People try to tell me otherwise, but I like girls <3
M3H iiN3R S3LF Oooh... How to start this? Sometimes I wonder who even I know myself... Well I guess I need to give it a try <3

I am a very anomalous person. Big words equal love, oh, and anomalous means bizarre. In truth, if you needed one word to describe me by it'd be anomalous or a synonym of it. I don't really have a set personality. I simply have moods. In fact, I have named all of my moods and come to know them very well. My most common mood is the 'Me That Makes People Question My Sexual Orientation Mood.' Many individuals have gotten the wrong impression that I am homosexual. In all veracity that assumption is rubbish. I am not a homophobic or look down those who can not decide which gender they like, but I am not either. I like my women, despite how shy I tend to get around them. That's my next most common mood, 'Holy Crap, a Girl is in my Proximity Mood.' The female race terrifies me. The majority of them are harridans. Well in today's language, just big bitches. Bitchy girls tend to scare me, I can't understand how someone can have such little a conscience to purposefully discriminate anyone who is labeled as a 'freak' or 'outcast.' It really is sad. But other girls I can get along with once I get to know them a little better.

Another mood that I tend to have a lot is my 'Song Mood.' I am a musical person so of course I sometimes just get in a mood where I can only think about my music. My best advice is to steer clear when it looks like those clogs are turning. I can be a little pissy when I'm in a 'Song Mood.' Any disruption might ruin an idea I have and when I loose an idea I just crack.

My other moods are basically what one would call 'emotions.' Sometimes there is the 'Flirty Mood' or the 'Pissed Mood.' Then, very rarely the 'Depressed Mood.' I don't really enjoy being depressed. I'm simply wasting precious time that I could be doing something else when depressed. So yes, you know something really bad happened when I'm depressed.

As for somethings that never change despite my 'Moods' are what we call characteristics. I'm a really creative person, probably have guessed by now though. I can be very tolerant and understanding, but my patience does tend to grow short fused after a while. I get a bit emotional and caught up with things when the people around me have really strong emotions going on. I can say that I am pretty book smart, but when it comes to life I can be rather... well... naive. I get annoyed with my naivety quite a lot since every time I start up a relationship the girls get annoyed with it too. Annoying naivety.

So really, that's me. I'm an oddity. What else is there to say?
M0MM3 & DADD3 SH0UlD KN0W Hm. Me? How can I go about explaining me? I guess in some eyes my life story is exciting, but in my eyes it's just what has happened to bring me to the present. I don't really remember all the bad and hurtful things that well. My mind is good at blurring out those moments and it keeps me happy. So I guess I could start with the most hazy moments in my life, I still can't decide whether they are hazy because I was young or because it was a sad time during my life.

I was born on a Leap Day, oh joy. Apparently my parents found it funny and decided to call me Zane, since for some odd reason the came to the reasoning of Leap Day and and the letter Z. Don't ask me, I don't get it either. Father was apparently a musician himself and that kept our family going. Mother wasn't able to stay in any type of job for to long so really Father's income was the only money we were living off of. I know I don't remember the years 1-3, because really no one should be able to. It's be amazing if someone could though. I do remember 4 though. That was the year Father died. It was a car accident. He was driving a bunch of his drunk friends home, he hadn't had anything to drink, when suddenly some maniac ran a red light at an intersection, ramming right into the driver side door. He died on impact so thankfully he didn't suffer any.

His death was a breaking point for Mother. She started going a bit... crazy. Sometimes she forgot to bring me to feed me and then other days she forgot about me completely. That was just the first stage of her lunacies though. Reaching my fifth birthday I was underweight and really unhealthy. The only times I was able to go outside and get some exercise was when I was able to sneak out, but even then I couldn't do much since there was barely any food in the house. By that time my hair had really darkened. When I was born I had really pale yellow fuzz. As I grew more hair it started turning darker and darker until I had pitch black hair. I've been told that with my pitch black hair I might have well been a miniature of my father.

Her turn for the worse happened one day when she was under the illusion that Father was still alive and she needed to get breakfast ready for the family. Those days were my favorite since I actually got to eat a real meal. The lights were on in the kitchen for once and when I sat down at the table Mother looked up at me and pretty much dropped everything she was doing. She walked up to me and hugged me close. Then she whispered my father's name under her breath. Shakily I asked Mother if she was alright. That was when she flipped. "You aren't Richard! Give Richard back!" She started screaming like a banshee and threw me to the ground.

I ran like hell. Now just imagine being a little innocent five year old and your Mother just attacked you. Of course the little five year old feels guilty and doesn't know what they did to make Mother mad. I was devastated. I couldn't grasp the fact that Mother was psychotic. I really did believe I did something wrong. When I made my way home there were many police running about. It was no surprise the neighbors heard Mother screaming like crazy. Now I look back and wonder why no one had tried to get me away from her earlier. But what done is done. As I came up to the house Mother was sitting in one of the police cars, talking to the man, and suddenly leaped up to pounce on me the second she saw me.

That was the sign I needed to be removed from her and she needed help. Into foster care it was. I was a lucky one. The very first family I stayed with fell in love with me. Mom is a very bubbly person and just gobbled little 5-year-old me. Dad and Mom had been wanting a child of their own, but weren't having much luck. So they had signed up for the Foster Program. They were lucky ones too. I was the first kid to stay at their house.

After only a couple months all three of us were really close and I became an permanent part of the family. It was there I found my love for music. Mother hated music ever since Father died and had burned any and every CD, radio, and instrument in the house. But in my new home there was a large piano in the main living room. One day I sat down and started playing around with different sounds when Mom and Dad weren't home. I figured out which keys sounded good together and which didn't. Every time Mom and Dad went out I was on that piano trying to make everything sound right. I found a music sheet for the piano as well and started placing notes with the symbols on the paper. Soon I had self taught myself to play the piano close to perfection. I had most definitely inherited Father's musical talent.

Once I had memorized the composure I dragged Mom and Dad, very proud of myself, and played it for them. Mom went fanatical and smothered me in hugs. Dad was very impressed and bought me more sheet music. After that music became my life. When I turned 8 I started trying out different instruments, self teaching myself of course. That added guitar, drums, keyboard, and trumpet to my list of musical instruments.

Sadly I have a rather weak immune system since I lived in one house barely doing anything to build it up for almost two years when a child should be getting hurt and sick. I remember being sick almost the whole first year of living with Mom and Dad. My body was overcome with so many new things to interact with it was going crazy trying to figure out what was good and what was bad. I still have a horrible immune system and get sick a lot, but it's not as bad as it was for the first few years at home.

In my neighborhood there were three boys I met one day. All three of them were so nice. One of them had the most amazing voice, the other was made to model, and the third was a total drama king. We became friends very quickly. -Will fill out all this once other boys are made so we can agree on a background for the four of them-

So now, here we are, to spread our publicity to the states. I just hope American High School won't be that different from home.
YU$$ -Music-Stuffed Animals-Good Books-Red and Blue-Hearts <3-Girls-Cute Things-Animals-Spicey Food-Sweet Food-Strange Combinations of Soda-Foriegn Things-The Environment-Mom and Dad-Friends-Awesome Bands-
GRAWR -People Who Act Like They Know Everything-Animal Abusers-Literers-Inconsiterate People-Boring Foods-Horror Movies-Rude Teachers-Insects-Drugs-Alchohol-Yellow-Jocks-Bad Music-
3EK -Failing at Life-Death-Mother-Spiders-Getting Sick-

[[Black.Hayate]]

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There it was, the beast. Our hero knew it well. It was a big 'ol thing. Big even by monster standards. It was a giant alarm clock, Superfoxx's archenemy. Superfoxx was about to attack the evil clock, but he was too late. The clock sent off its attack first. Loud, obnoxious buzz filled Superfoxx's ears. He yelled and covered his ears as his eyes grew heavy. Then the clock was coming in for its kill...

"ARG!" Zane popped out of bed and slammed his alarm clock off. Every day! Every frickkn' single say since they had come to the states, which was really not that many days, he woke up with that dream. It was getting annoying! Well, it was just something he was borrowing for the moment so maybe that was why the dream kept coming back. Zane's real alarm clock was sitting in his room at home. It is impossible to go on a trip without forgetting something, it's a proven fact. In Zane's mind at least.

The teen was tempted to roll back into bed, but knew that he'd never get to school if he did. Eck, school. Why did they need to go to school on a promotional tour anyways? Ah well, he still had his hopes on American girls. But then again, everyone at home did say the American chicks were fat. "Uuughh. Don't think about that blubbery idea." Zane muttered to himself as he, literally, rolled out of bed onto the ground with a thunk.

White wash walls stared down at the pale raven haired teen. For the time being him and his friends were staying at this 'hotel' which was pretty close to the school. With a sigh Zane pulled himself up into a crisscross position and stretched his arms out. He was pretty scrawny and he lost his energy much quicker than the average person, so working out tended to end fruitless. In his sleep his bright pastel blue boxers with Skeleanimal head patterns had risen up to an uncomfortable height. Zane had a bit of a boxers fetish, he really liked funky designs on them. They were his much loved pjs after all.

With a large yawn Zane shakily stood up and pulled his boxers down to a comfortable position on his hips. He spared at his stuffed animal covered bed and was ever so tempted to plop down and cuddle up with them, but restrained himself. Walking to school sounded like a nice way to get to know the area and if he was running late he wouldn't be able to do that. Once past another enormous yawn Zane headed over to his still unpacked suitcases to pull out an outfit for the day.

Nibbling on his black clad finger nails Zane stared at the arrayed mess of clothing. Finally he pulled out purple and black checker patterned pants, tight pants mind you. Once those were pulled on and zipped up a shirt caught his eye, perfect. A purple tee with a white bunny and a hearts and crossbones pattern behind it. On top of his shirt was a Gir hoodie and then a black and white checkered belt went through the belt loops of his pants. Black and white stripped socks were pulled onto his feet and red/black checkered slip on shoes were added upon the socks. His outfit was totally busy and chaotic that it just made sense in some strange and peculiar way.

Quickly Zane ran his fingers through his shambolic, or as the Americans say, messy, hair. Brushes completely ruined his hair. Fingers worked best. He took a chance to glance in the mirror and rolled his eyes. He and the guys had been goofing off the night before and he had forgotten to take his eyeliner off, so now it was smudged all over his face. With care of his eyes Zane took off the black mess and then applied a more controlled amount of eyeliner beneath his eyes. Looking himself up and down Zane smiled cheerfully. "Looking sexy if I do say so myself." He laughed and grabbed up his skull and crossbone messenger bag as he headed out of his room.

Zane didn't bother checking to see who had left yet, that would be wasting his time to waste time to smell the flowers. The receptionist at the desk waved goodbye to him as he left and Zane smiled in reply. He jumped down the small staircase to the sidewalk and headed towards the school. His iPod remained in his backpack just for now. Zane really wanted to hear, smell, and see everything there was to this route so it would be imprinted in his mind. The area was simply beautiful, which destroyed one of the rumors that American towns were pollution waste pits.

The walk to school took a shorter amount of time than Zane thought it would, which was for the better. He had already obtained his school schedule, but had yet to explore the school. Maybe someone would be kind enough to show him where his classes were. As the school building came into view the tune to AFI's 'Miss Murder' started playing from the depths of Zane's backpack. Quickly the raven haired teen pulled out his black Sidekick out and flipped it open. He had a new message. Curious as to who it was Zane opened the text. There was a message from his mom. 'Hello dearie <3 I just realized that you would be headed to school now with the different time zones. Best of love from both of us. But I love you more deary. Make sure to swoon those American girls to their knees. Luv you forever hon, Mom.'

Zane laughed and started typing up a message back to his mom. As he headed up to the back, well what he believed to be the back since there was a parking lot, of the school Zane sent his reply to his mom and closed the phone, sticking it into his bag. He looked up from his pack and noticed a girl go flying to ground, seemingly to trip on nothing. Zane cut across the parking lot towards the girl and noticed the slightly upraised piece in the seemingly smooth walkway as he grew closer. He probably would have tripped over it himself.

He was going to ask her if she was okay before he noticed a cute penguin plush ready to be run over by a car. Gently Zane picked up the penguin, shyly hugging it, and headed over to the girl. "Excuse me, are you alright? I noticed your little tumble a second ago." Zane looked down at the girl and smiled, holding the little penguin out. "And I believe this cute minuscule penguin is yours. Does he have a name?"

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[[Black.Hayate]]

Username:
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Name:
Gwyfin Arndcle
Age:
To halflings she is unmistakably 22, but to taller races she can easily pass as a child if she hides her adult figure.
Race:
Halfling
Power(s):
Gwyfin is quick moving, but not naturally graceful like elves. She is agile from sheer training. Her eyesight and hearing are also advanced like those of an elf. She has enough magic of her own to produce a simple invisibility spell. Any other type of 'magic' she uses are charmed artifacts she's received from Klemle.
Weakness(es):
Despite how strong she is for her small race, Gwyfin is easily overpowered. The average human wouldn't need to try very hard to subdue her. Of course, she has her daggers at hand whenever needed and even if she was overpowered she could still jab someone with her weapon.
Appearance:
Gwyfin has easy to handle semi-shoulder length light brown hair. Her eyes are brown with golden specks, making them appear amber in direct sunlight. Her complexion is rather fair, so she is constantly sunburned from her outdoors travels. Being a halfling, she is short by human standards. She stands at around an amazing three foot five inches weighing in only thirty pounds. Despite her unbelievably small height, Gwyfin has the body of a twenty year old. She has a decent sized bust and a womanly hour glass figure. Spreading across on her back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade is a hideous scar. Originally it had been the symbol of her tribe as a tattoo. When thrown out Gwyfin removed the tattoo has best as she could, though her crude way of doing so left the scar.
Attire:
When traveling, she wears a modest red and black corset dress with a pitch black cloak always hanging from her shoulders. When posing as a child she will bind herself and wear ragged street orphan clothes. On thieving jobs she wears a black tunic and leggings.
Personality:
Gwyfin gives off the feeling as an approachable and fragile person. In all reality, she is the complete opposite. She will attack first and ask questions later. Not only is she violent, but she is impatient and violent. That is a dangerous combination. Her philosophy is to have as much as fun as possible, and then some. She never regrets what she does, for she does exactly what she wants to.

Despite her brash attitude, Gwyfin is an excellent actress. She can portray herself as a humble woman traveler to a young child. Her act changes with the situation at hand, including meeting new people.
Biography:
Gwyfin was born in a thieving halfling clan. When she was born the clan was in a rough spot. The majority of their best thieves were gone, due to disease and getting caught. The clan was relying on stealing from lesser clans and they rarely achieved anything valuable. Among the few thieves with expertise was Gwyfin's own mother. From her mother Gwyfin was taught the way of a thief.

By the time Gwyfin was 9, along with the other children her age, the clan was able to regain their past grandeur. Since birth the children had been taught how to steal, lie, and con people out of things. The clan finally had enough high leveled thieves to spare. They started off with smaller jobs, taking a thing or two of value from well off commoners, and then moved onto larger, more dangerous missions. Nobility. On the first few tries the clan lost some of their children thieves, but the lost of their companions made the other children more cautious.

Noticeably better than her peers was Gwyfin. After a year of in field training she started going off on her own, fueled by her passion for the exotic. The need to collect was very strong in Gwyfin. She'd go out every night she wasn't assigned a mission and grabbed some pretty things for herself. Then, every time the clan passed through a desert area is the north eastern hemisphere Gwyfin would return to a hidden cave she found as a younger child and would hide her horde of stolen items.

Her secret stealing for herself continued for three years before she got caught. Gwyfin's mother had begun to grow suspicious of what the girl was doing and decided to catch her in the act. So she looked for what her daughter showed interest in and secretly assigned other members of the clan to achieve these items. The unsuspecting Gwyfin went out that nights to see if the rumors were true, that a wizard in the nearby town developed a cloak that would make the wearer invisible to all five senses. Two adult halflings from the tribe found her snooping around the wizard's house and dragged her back to the camp.

After a long interrogation Gwyfin finally admitted to stealing on her own and hiding everything she found, but she refused to tell the clan where her stash was hidden. Though this particular clan revolved around stealing, they valued sharing among themselves. The act of stealing for oneself was considered an ultimate crime.

Gwyfin was thrown out of the tribe at only thirteen years of age. She wandered into the small town, in shock. Her own mother had made the decision of casting her out. She cursed herself for being so trusting and stupid. Then she made a decision that ultimately made the Gwyfin of today.

She decided she'd go and get that so called magical cloak. She'd get it and then extract revenge on the clan. She'd make them regret throwing her out. Gwyfin had lost her mind and wasn't thinking as she started going through the wizard's home. She wasn't thinking when the sun started to rise and light poured into the home. She was intent on finding that cloak and would stop at nothing to do so.

She didn't notice the second presence in the room. The half-elf wizard had been watching her ransack his house and had already arrived to his decision before she even noticed him. Seeing him, Gwyfin broke down from all the stress and pain of being thrown out, her anger had diminished as she ransacked his house. He was a caring man and comforted her and got her to tell him everything. The half-elf, Klemle, ended up not possessing a cloak that evaded the senses, but made a proposal to Gwyfin. He was an inventive half-elf and enjoyed experimenting with many things. The majority of the time items he needed were already possessed by the wealthy. He proposed to Gwyfin that if she'd steal for him, he'd invent whatever she wanted. By that time Gwyfin's mind was cleared and she gratefully accepted the offer.

For a year she was stealing any and everything Klemle asked her too, expanding her own collection as she traveled the different lands. But then in her fourteenth year the lands where her stash was hidden was ravaged by severe sandstorms and her collection lost. The loss of her large collection caused her to steal anything she could get her hands on and eventually she started offering her services to the black markets as well as Klemle(though she always gave the best stuff that she didn't want to her friend).

Gwyfin, still waiting for Klemle to create her cloak, asked him to put the project on hold long enough for him to create something else for her. She realized after working for the black market for a couple months that she needed a better weapon than her well crafted daggers.

Klemle created her cwellan, which she still relies on today. With her original long-range weapon Gwyfin's thieving expanded into other services, getting close to almost becoming an assassin, but Klemle discouraged her from killing for money.

By the time Gwyfin reached her twenties she had made quite a name for herself in the underground society. And is still now continuing her work.
Weapon(s):
Her hidden daggers and her cwellan. The cwellan is a peculiar weapon shaped somewhat like a crossbow, but with an asymmetrical curved arm. It shoots out small razor sharp disks as thin as the wings on a butterfly.
Occupation:
Rouge
Occupational Rank:
Seeing as she was practically born stealing, Gwyfin is one of the best in her area. As stated above, she is hired by the black market and will occasionally take on jobs from rich citizens. She has brains and doesn't do anything stupid to get herself caught.
Social Status:
If she was stupid enough to leave a marker for someone to associate her thieving jobs she would be very well known and hated by authorities. But Gwyfin is very good at making her presence unknown and hasn't left any trail of who she might be. It is only a matter of time before a mole in the black market gets Gwyfin in trouble with authorities.
Pet(s):
A Dire Lynx that acts almost like her horse. His name is Nyx and he was given to her by Klemle for her 16th birthday. Nyx stands at around four feet (two whole feet larger than a normal lynx and a foot taller than Gwyfin) and weighs around at 130 pounds or sheer muscle. His fur is a deep red that is heavily spotted by black spots.

[[Black.Hayate]]

WRiTT3N 0N T3H BiRTH C3RTiFiCAT3 Masami Kaneko
Butt M3H iLL3GAL NAM3 iS Kami (Pronounced Camy you retards)
NUMBuh 0F CANDl3S Wait for it... wait for it.... SIXTEEN BABY!
PR3SENT$ 0N April 1(Aries)
I G0 T0 THiS B@THR00M The pink person with the triangle on her waist on the doors.
M3H iiN3R S3LF Oh no! You asked me to talk about myself! Are you TRYING to drown yourself in words? Well I don't care. I'll talk about myself all day. Of course the topic of me quickly changes to anime, but that's a minor detail. I'm a very talkative and outgoing person. I don't give a s**t about what people think about me. Why should I? It's not like what they think of me is going to affect me in any way. I hate all those stupid labelers anyways! Nya ha! I stand by my opinions and rarely change my mind when it comes down to things. Sure, I'll pretend to have a hard time making up my mind. It's fun annoying people by making them wait for me to 'make' a decision. I like annoying people. Some people call me a brat. Some people call me a freak. Some people say I'm just plain evil. I agree with 'em all!
As you can tell, I actually mean everything I just said up there! Haha! Now, you are probably wondering why someone might think I'm evil. Well there are two reason. REASON NUMBER ONE! I love playing pranks on people. It is very entertaining and the best way to spend a boring Saturday afternoon! My pranks can get a bit out of hand at times... which make them all the better! Nya ha! REASON NUMBER TWO! I can violent, and I mean violent, when people bash anime! I mean really! I can stand it when you talk shiz about me without knowing me, but bashing anime without even TRYING to see if there's something you like?! That is inexcusable! People need to give anime a chance for Christ's (sorry Christ) sake! There's a genre for EVERYBODY! But then again... some people just aren't worthy enough for anime. Oh! By the way! If you ever find yourself in need of information on something anime related fast, just come to me!
M0MM3 & DADD3 SH0UlD KN0W Well I've been living with my mom in this shiz hole of a town city I was born. Dad up and left before I was even born, the sleeze ball. Mom told me he died, not wanting me to have a bad opinion of him, but I found out. She doesn't know though. She'd be pretty upset if she knew I hated the sleeze cheese. Being upset would not do her good right now. She's real sick, like REALLY sick! I do everything I can to help her, but I'm worried she might not make it... Anyways! I was first introduced to anime at a stupid family get together up in New York when I was six. I was a very rebellious six year old, mind you. I ran away from that stupid gathering (after informing Mom of course) to the mall! I wanted to play DDR! It was there I met the most amazing people ever. Their names were Coco and Zaire. They were amazing at DDR, though I've gotten better than them now. Nya ha! But at the time they were my DDR gods! I started hanging out with them and it was that fateful day Coco and Zaire showed me my first manga. I fell in love. When I finally had to go back to this shiz hole town, it was a very sad separation. But we started talking again through email! We were very high tech elementary kids! They started sending me manga to borrow and soon anime and manga were the only things I thought of. My first convention was when I was 12. Oh my gawd. It was amazing. I cosplayed as Mini Moon. With the height difference she was the only character I could pull off. The giant Coco was Sailor Moon and Zaire was Tuxedo Mask. We were a big hit. Now I mooch off them to go to conventions in the Northeastern area of the US with them. (They are rich bastards. Very rich bastards, the bastards.) They don't care that I mooch though. We are an AWESOME trio of AWESOMENESS so we don't let things like mooching be a problem. Thank gawd. Well, that's all I have to talk about I think... Wow I actually stopped talking by myself!
YU$$ Anime(duh), manga(dur), cosplaying(obviously), Anime Club(no really?), making up awesome outfits to wear, pissing people off, talking, candy, sugar, going hyperspastastic, making up weird words, saying weird things, Tokyo street fashion, J-Rock/J-Pop, electronics, drawing, attempting to get otakus to take over the world
GRAWR Bitchy preps, jackass jocks, people who don't get pissed or annoyed, unbelievably nice people that have no motives for being nice, crappy art, crappy plot lines, series without bishies, series with wimpy a** lead girls, family other than my mom, people who think they know more about anime than I do
3EK Mom dying, horror movies and the dark (oh shut up)

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Kami yawned as she stared at the giant clock hanging on the cafeteria wall. She was downright bored. For some stupid reason her bus decided to show up early today. Usually the damn thing showed up 10 minutes late, giving her plenty of time to laze about getting ready. Thankfully, she was right across from the bus stop. It was difficult getting everything ready in less than a minute, but somehow she managed to get on the bus.

Thanks to loss of time her outfit wasn't one of her favorites. It was pretty plain and boring by her standards, of course by the standards of a normal person it looked wonderful. Kami tended go on the over the top freak out style of clothing. It went well with her short purple hair, which had the first layer of hair in braids that morning. To make up for a more play outfit the otaku clipped a Kyo clip into one of her braids and then an Ayame on the other. Had to make up for her loss somehow.

Her outfit definitely was on the normal side, as normal as it was possible for the freak. She was wearing tight black jeans, but they weren't plain black jeans. No, they had pictures of random hot anime guys ironed onto it. Ed from FMA and Lavi from D.Gray-Man had the honor of being placed on her back pockets. Her shirt was a deep blue with two brown bunnies hopping across the front. It was one of those hybrid shirts, you know, half t-shirt half hoodie. The dark blue hood was pulled up onto the back of her head and was just resting there. It would fall off the second she moved, but she didn't really care. Sadly, Kami didn't have time to put on any funky socks and shoes so she was wearing her flipflops. 'Course they were red and black gigantic platforms. Nothing was completely 'normal' in Kami's wardrobe. She had quite a few of platform shoes (actual lace up shoes as well as flipflops). The extra height it gave her always made her feel better. Kami had a height complex. Who could blame her? She was pretty tiny.

Another yawn escaped her mouth as she flipped open her Gravitation messenger bag. She ruffled through the mess of papers until she finally found a random manga stashed in there. Though, she put it back after seeing what it was. She'd already reread St. Lunatic millions of times. Hell, she had read it so many times she could quote the lines every single character said. She sighed and pulled out an actual book. Despite her obsession with manga, Kami still found time to read novels. She enjoyed reading after all. She opened up City of Bones to her bookmark and started reading. This book she especially liked, it was written by an American author and the main character was an otaku. Oh how Kami wanted to meet the author and as her if she was an otaku herself. Kami laughed at the thought and shook her head. Like she'd actually be allowed to be near anybody remotely close to 'famous'. She looked down at her novel and started reading.

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[[Black.Hayate]]

[K]åm¡ [K]åπékø

"Get your lazy butt out of bed now!"

Kami Kaneko groaned and stuffed her head into her neon orange squishy pillow as her alarm clock set off again. Well, her other alarm clock. She had two in fact, one to hopefully wake her up and one to actually wake her up. Both were annoying, but she was only capable of sleeping through the first one. Buzzing noises were easier to ignore compared to a stupid robot head yelling a multitude of stuff in no pattern whatsoever. The randomness of the robot head alarm clock made it impossible to tune out, like listening to a new song while reading a book. The two did not mesh, sadly.

As the stupid thing started making loud obnoxious animal noises Kami lifted her head to stare at the screen on the clock and turn the alarm off. "Hm, 12." She mumbled, stuffing her head back into her pillow. Then suddenly she popped up with wide eyes. "12?!" Swiftly the teen grabbed the clock to make sure it really did read 12 p.m. "Crap! I forgot to change it to school time! Now I'm gonna die tomorrow when I actually gotta go class! Waah!" Kami set the clock down and swung her legs out of the warmth of the bed. It wasn't really that she was concerned that she might have classes today or not, but mostly she was upset about her sleeping schedule as well as her schedule of the day.

The petite girl had arrived at Hagerty High rather late the night before. She hadn't had enough time to explore the new environment before hitting the hay, which was why she wanted to not wake up so late. It was so much easier to explore without being disrupted earlier in the morning, plus it always took a while for Kami to eat her breakfast. After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It should be savored and loved, even at noon.

After quickly running a brush through her easygoing hair and putting on some light makeup, Kami pulled out her outfit for the day. Eccentric-ism, sticking out-ness, and anime-ism were always part of her clothing. Boring plain outfits were, well, just plain boring. So of course if Kami was going to wear something it had to be fun and colorful. She always started with her socks and shoes, after all socks came in all different types of colors and designs. Today she felt like knee high rainbow stockings and combat boots. She pulled on the stockings, but left the boots lying next to the door for her to put on once out of the room. Old Japanese habits still stuck with her even though it was a while since the last time she was in the country.

"Toppity, top, top." She sang to herself cheerfully as she went through her closet. Finally she decided on a burnt orange cami with a french blue jacket with an Ouran patch ironed onto the breast pocket. Last thing she needed to make the outfit presentable, but not complete, was her bottoms. Since she had her beautiful stockings to wear today she decided on a red plaid skirt.
In a strange way the combination of the many colors pulled together to make her outfit look, well like an outfit. But it wasn't done yet! Kami had to have her accessories.

"And now for the finishing touches!" The small Japanese teen twirled across the room to her dresser and opened one of the drawers. Out of the drawer she drew a studded belt. With nimble fingers she put it around her waist so it would rest there and not fall in a matter of seconds before she was digging through the cluttered drawer once more. Pulling out a handful of accessories she picked out the blue clip she used during her Bleach cosplay and placed it in her hair so the long brown locks were still capable of falling into her face, but the clip still looked cool. Then she pushed some Jack Skellington hoops into her first earring hole and cute little Skeleanimal ducks into her second one. As she started to head for the door Kami put on a necklace with a fancy steel 'L' pendant and a couple rubber bracelets went around her wrists in a multitude of colors.

Plucking her lime green iPod off the desk she pulled the bulky neon blue Skullcandy headsets over her ears as she stuck her rainbow clad feet into her boots. As the familiar sound of 'the GazettE' filled her ears, a grin spread across the teen's face. She hadn't listened to them in awhile. Humming along with 'Silly God Disco' she stuffed the iPod into her jacket pocket and locked the dorm to the dorm, placing the key into her boot once she pulled it out of the lock. With a small skip to her step Kami headed down the hall and out the building in search of the cafeteria, hoping they would still be serving breakfast.

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WRiTT3N 0N T3H BiRTH C3RTiFiCAT3 Allen Blake Scottly
Butt M3H iLL3GAL NAM3 iS How can you possibly get something out of Blake? Really.
NUMBuh 0F CANDl3S Seventeen
PR3SENT$ 0N June 3 (Gemini)
I G0 T0 THiS B@THR00M Seeing as I can stand and piss without pissing on myself must mean I'm a man
M3H iiN3R S3LF My personality? Does it really matter? I just don't care. I don't know when I stopped, but I just found caring to be too much of a hassle. I just don't like work, it's too bothersome. I guess some people would call me lazy, but I don't care whether I'm lazy or active. It doesn't make a difference anyways. I don't really care about much. I'm what they call a genius so even though I don't care about school I'm still the best at it. My Dad is always trying to get me to see how far I can go if I try, but I really don't feel like it. Leaving high school early or something like that doesn't hold any appeal to me. I don't know why, but I really like all those stupid shonen manga with the optimistic do-it type of main characters. I really don't get it since actual people like that annoying me, but whatever. Since I like it I watch it. Of the few things I do care about I really do care. I'll obsess over it like a mad man if something is wrong and even if everything is fine I still have my eye on it. Probably why I don't care about many things. I'd be crazy by now.
M0MM3 & DADD3 SH0UlD KN0W There isn't really much to go here. I was born and raised in this small town. The 'rents realize I was pretty smart when I was young and started getting these fancy pants tutors and crap for me. They didn't last long. The tutors simply couldn't take my indifferent attitude. Not like I worried about the 'loss' as the 'rents called the failed tutors to make me 'smarter'. I don't really get why I would need to get smarter. That'd be too much trouble. I'm the idiot that started the anime club at the school. I care enough about Rose to say I do feel guilty about her increasing reclusiveness. I would try to help her, but I really don't know what to do. I'm not good at that type of stuff. Anyways, I think that's pretty much me. There's probably more, but I just don't feel like doing any more work than necessary.
YU$$ I don't particularly like this stuff, I guess I do, I don't know...Anime, manga, friends from anime club, sleep, not doing anything, loose easy to get on clothing, messy hairstyles, cats, lunch, not having to care
GRAWR Guess I don't like this stuff..maybe I don't. Not too sure...The 'rents, school, idiots who waste my time, caring, work in general, staying awake for too long, pencils, people who find comfort in teasing others, new people, having to move real fast
3EK Am I scared of anything? I guess you could call some stuff fears...I guess I'm afraid of Rose completely closing off from the world and loosing her...I'm pretty sure I'm scared of leaving this town since it means I need to actually work for once... That's worth being scared about I'm pretty sure

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Allen...

Allen stared at the sky boredly. He was sitting in the middle of the courtyard on the small circular patch of grass with a tree in the middle with his back leaning against the tree. People stared at him as they walked past. Probably having thoughts around the lines of 'What the hell is the lazy a** doing?' or 'Oookay. Walk away now.' Both made absolute sense to Allen, but he really just did not care. He had been considering not going to school today, but like always he ended going on the outside chance Rose decided she wanted to go as well. It was pain to be constantly worrying about Rose, but he couldn't help himself. She was one of the few people he cared about and thoughts of her never left his mind.

He had seen Kami in the cafeteria as he headed to the tree, but talking to the hyperactive otaku didn't hold much appeal at that time. She never wanted to shut up. The second you got her going the only thing that would make her shut up was if she needed to go. Allen didn't feel like listening her ramble on for the remaining minutes before school started. She'd be there at anime club to ramble on all she wanted. He wouldn't be surprised if she had some big anime related news to tell them about. It shocked him sometimes how she seemed to know everything, course she had claim to the #1 otaku title at the school. She earned it that was for sure.

Allen sighed at the thought of anime club. It was fun, but the club had brought the reclusive Rose into existence. She had been the one to pressure him into actually making the club, how he wished she hadn't. Why were people so cruel? If only she told him who finally made her snap, he would've kicked the guy's a** to Never Ever Land. But Rose had yet to inform him who it was. How he wanted to kick that guy's a**. It really was the only thing he felt he could do. Allen had no idea as to how to help the new Rose. Lately she'd been getting worse. Maybe he should ask some of the other anime club members what they thought.

But that'd prove to be bothersome. With another sigh the thoughts of everything flitted out of Allen's head. He didn't feel like thinking anymore. The only thoughts he wasn't able to push away were those of Rose, they never seemed to go away. Not that it bothered him. Allen enjoyed remembering the happy Rose... If only there was a way to bring her back...

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мy мσтнəя cαℓℓəd мə » » » Zade Flynn
ι suρρσsə ι sнσuℓd gəт usəd тσ тнιs иαмə » » » Cheshire Cat
тнιs sнσuℓdи'т мαттəя » » » 18
sσмəтнιиgs sнσuℓd вə ℓəfт αℓσиə » » » Male
ωнy dσ yσu иəəd тσ киσω тнιs » » » I wonder...

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αн cнιℓdнσσd » » » I always knew I was destined for more in life than what I was originally given! When I received that acceptance letter four years ago, the very day of my 14th birthday all of my suspicions were confirmed. Related to the Cheshire Cat? Oh, I believe it all right.

You see, I grew in an orphanage with billions of other little kids. Despite the fact we were all the same grubby little brats, I was the only one everybody knew. Why was that? Well it is quite simple. I was the most interesting. The orphanage ladies couldn't stand me. I never gave them a straight answer. I was a witty brat. I knew how to talk and I didn't let my words go unheard. If I was a witness to something some of the kids did, they'd ask me, "Zade, who hit who first?" I'd smile and reply in my normal fashion, "That depends on how you define hit. Marcy made the first verbal jibe, but perhaps it wasn't intended. Maybe it was really John that started it. They both seemed to go at each other at the same time, perhaps..."

Oh how it infuriated them. I was popular among the kids because I never ratted them out, well they thought I didn't. The workers there were too stupid to decipher my speech which would give away who the guilty party was if they tried. Of course, there was one other thing that made me oh-so popular with the kiddies. Being the descendant of the most frickkn' weird cat on the planet, I inherited more weirdness than just my attitude.

I figured out at a very early age that I could turn invisible. Oh what fun I had, playing with people's minds. I figured out I didn't have to be completely invisible to use the ability either. Also, anything I touch when invisible, becomes invisible as well. Oh the fun I had, and still have. Most kids at school are related to un-magical fairy tale characters, so they find me just as amazing as the orphans.

Speaking of school, let me drive into that segment of my life. Some kids take longer to be found by the academy. Me? Well they found me soon enough. Wasn't all that hard. When I was around eight, a scout came to the orphanage. He was probably looking for some princess or something like that. You'd expect someone descended from one of those girls would be in an orphanage, right? Makes sense. The fairy tale princesses almost always start off in horrible situations.

Did he ever receive a shock when his items kept disappearing out of thin air and then out of his own hands! One of the orphanage ladies cornered me when he was getting ready to leave, they never had proof of what I did, but oh they sure did know in their hearts I was always the culprit. Who else in that hellhole would be intelligent enough? The scout overheard her as he was leaving and pulled her aside. When he left, all of the orphanage workers seemed a lot happier and I often overheard them saying, "Just put up with him. The time he'll be out of our hands is in sight."

When I was shipped off to the school, that sure did suddenly make sense! At school, I found myself right at home. The teachers in the special classes were pretty impressed with my control over invisibility and didn't really seem to have much left to teach me. I'm still waiting for them to teach me how to turn into a cat or something. The special classes are pretty pointless for me... How much more can I act like a cat?


dəαℓ ωιтн мə » » » Well, there is no other way to describe myself other than as 'catty.' I like high perches, especially trees. I'm constantly napping in the sun when I can. I sleep in class and I sleep in trees when I feel like skipping. I'm lithe and well balanced. I'm a curious person, like a cat, and I'll investigate just about anything.

I have a strong obsession with the Disney's Chesire Cat's colors. I always have a purple/magenta theme somewhere on my person. I'm attracted to those colors like a fly to a light. I tend to follow around those colors in a slight trance... You could almost call them my weakness.

I guess you could call me a friendly person. I enjoy being around people when I'm not sleeping because I enjoy messing with their minds. The best thing is, people never seem to realize I'm messing with them. I always act the same, saying one thing then casting doubt upon it or contradicting it in the same sentence. I'm an enigma to my peers and I find it entertaining.

I don't get close enough to people to call them my 'friends.' They may think of me as a friend, so I don't bother shattering the illusion. I'm a seclusive person while sociable at the same time. In a way, my whole personality is contradictory. I enjoy messing with people, but that involves social interaction. I do not have any 'friends,' which makes me seclusive at the same time. I never make up my mind about anything. I will start with one decision and finish with the other route. I always infuriate partners for group projects.

I do not have a strong sense of right or wrong. Rather, I have a sense of interesting and boring. I take the interesting route for anything, no matter what moral standards it has pegged upon it. If something starts to grow boring, well I will leave and find something new.

I guess you could say my only goal in life is to entertain myself.

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ℓσиgιиg fσя тнəм » » » That'd have to be one interesting, spontaneous, and constantly changing person
ℓσvιиg тнιs вəαт » » » Minority- Green Day

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Cheshire Cat?

Yeah, I believe it

.:.z.A.d.E....f.L.y.N.n.:.

Zade dozed in the waiting area by the gate of the first flight to land that occupied new, wide eyed, and doubtful students. It would be several hours for the plane to land in the airport, but Zade didn't mind. Nah, he was happy just dozing away in his seat, or two seats. He had pulled two chairs together and made himself a little bed to lie down in.

What was this feline boy doing at the airport? The school had sent him of course. It was so much easier for them to send someone who can turn invisible into a busy airport to pick up a bunch of new students. Zade didn't have to wait in any lines and could wait for hours on end without someone bothering him, since they wouldn't be able to see him.

Though the question arises, why was Zade actually doing something for the school? They had obviously told him to go, but since when did Zade listen to authority? The offer of money wouldn't have gotten him to go. Threats wouldn't have either. So just what was this strange teen doing, working for the school? Working for his own benefit of course!

What better way to scout out the new kids than to be the first to meet them? Zade was an addict to the interesting. He tested the kids in every way possible after they landed, trying to figure out which ones he'd want to associate with. The tradition had begun when he had been among the newbies.

It was a great way to start his life at the school. Not only did he completely freak out the kids of his class, but also the pretty princess that had been assigned to picking them up. He had debarked the plane invisible. The princess had been looking around, trying to figure out why she was missing somebody off of her checklist, when he made his magenta and purple striped arm visible as he wrapped it around her shoulders.

The looks on their faces had been purely priceless. From that day since people knew of him. The pretty princess had been a popular girl. She told her friends about the incident and her friends told others, etc., etc. Pretty quickly, the name Zade Flynn was known across the school. Teachers couldn't stand him and students didn't know what to think.

When freshman year ended and summer began, Zade found himself approached by some of the administration. They explained that they usually had a student meet the new kids at the airport when they arrived, and they wanted his commitment to greet the newbies. He had pondered over it during a nap and decided that scoping out the people would be great the very first thing they arrived. And that was how Zade was sleeping in the airport.

"What are these chairs doing like this?"

Zade was awakened rudely as the chair supporting his upper body was quite suddenly pulled out from under him. With nothing to balance out his body, the teen fell completely to the floor. A hiss rose out of his throat as he made his pissed eyes and snarling mouth visible. The woman who had pulled the chair yelped and ran away, pure dread filled in her eyes.

If he hadn't been enjoying his nap, Zade would have been laughing his head off at the stupid lady. But, he had been enjoying his nap. He was pissed, too pissed to go back to sleep. Besides, he saw the lady was coming back, dragging her companion trying to explain what had happened.

With a roll of his eyes, Zade lithely got to his feet and walked away from his make-shirt bed, turning his eyes and mouth invisible once more. He made his way through the horde of people, purposefully knocking into them and shoving stuff out of their hands. Their confused cries of protest were the only sign of Zade's presence. The pissed feline reached his destination in a huff. The arrival and departure board was full of cities from all over the country, about half of the planes listed had a student aboard.

His eyes scanned the board and finally found the first flight scheduled to arrive. "Damn!" He yelled out, causing the man next to him to look around for the source of the voice. The flight hadn't even left yet! Why had the school shipped him away so soon? He was going to be here for hours. Perhaps it was their way to get revenge for the handful he was the past school year. That was probably the case. The staff held no love for Zade Flynn.

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat. "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat: "otherwise you wouldn't have come here."
Alice didn't think that proved it at all: however she went on. "And how do you know that you're mad?"
"To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?"
"I suppose so," said Alice
"Well, then, " the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad."

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Mais je connais l'histoire,xxxxxxxxxxxx
Il est déjà trop tard.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Dans son regard, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
On peut apercevoir qu'il se prépare, xxxxxxxx
Au long voyage.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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xxxxxxxJe veux juste une dernière danse,
xxxxxxxxxAvant l'ombre et l'indifférence,
xxxxxxxxxxxUn vertige puis le silence.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxJe veux juste une dernière danse.

xxxxxxxJe peux mourir demain,
xxxxxxxxxCa ne change rien,
xxxxxxxxxxxJ'ai reçu de ses mains,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxLe bonheur ancré dans mon âme,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxC'est même trop pour un seul homme,

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Et je l'ai vue partir sans rien dire, xxxxxxx
Il fallait seulement qu'elle respire,xxxxxxxx
Merci d'avoir enchanté ma vie,xxxxxxxxxxxx
Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence,xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Un vertige puis le silence...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Je veux juste une dernière danse.

xx"onjour mademoiselle," a deep, sultry voice purred as a tall Frenchman leaned against the reception desk, winking at the elderly woman behind it. She looked up from her record books and blushed lightly, like any woman would finding Francis Bonnefoy standing above her. Coughing to cover her moment of awe, she smiled kindly and asked how she could help him. Smiling, the human manifestation of France motion to his bags and replied sweetly, "Just checking in, mademoiselle."

xxThe woman giggled girlishly and waved her hand around the air. "Oh s'il vous plaît monsieur, I am barely young enough to be called mademoiselle."

xxGasping, as if she didn't look like an old hag, Francis shook his head and said, "Oh non non mademoiselle, you don't look a day over twenty!"

xx"Oh shush you. Stop trying to flatter this old dame's heart," she said, despite the giant smile on her face. "What name is your cabin under dear?"

xx"I believe it'd be under Mathieu Williams?"

xxShe nodded and looked through her book, reaching into a drawer to pull out four keys. "I take it you aren't him?"

xxFrancis chuckled and shook his head. "Oh mon Dieu, non! I am Francis, pleasure to meet you mademoiselle. Cher Mathieu has put together a little, family reunion of sorts for us, here in the belle région sauvage. Ah, et," Francis reached out to take one of the keys. "Could you hang onto the other three? We traveled separately, you see."

xx"Of course dear," the woman said as she placed the keys back in the drawer. "Do you need assistance caring your bags?"

xx"Non, non mon chère! As if I could ask that of you. I'm a strong boy, I can take care of myself." Francis winked and slung his duffel bag over his shoulder as he took hold of the handle to his suitcase. "I'll see you around, mademoiselle." Leaving the woman giggling, Francis stepped into the cold Canadian air. He shivered slightly, seeing as he wasn't wear much under his semi-thick coat. Not wanting to spend more time than needed outside, Francis hurriedly made his way through the snow to the cabin Matthew had gotten for them. Shivering, Francis unlocked the door and quickly entered, shutting the door behind him before the warm air of the cabin escaped. Why did Matthew's home need to be so cold?

xxThe Frenchman pulled off his coat and hung it up on the coat rack next to the door. His long blond hair was pulled back in a small ponytail at the base of his head; a green hat shadowed his blue eyes. Black slacks adorned his legs and a yellow button-up shirt with a mustard sweater covered his torso. He had warmer clothes packed, but he hadn't felt like being layered up for the plane ride. The cabin was toasty and almost hot enough to be uncomfortable. France unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt and lugged his bags upstairs. A giant grin spread across his face at the sight before him on the second floor. There were only two bedrooms. One had two twin-sized bed, the other one large queen-sized bed.

xx"Oh, ho ho." Francis chuckled as he moved his bags into the room with the queen-sized bed. It could be just like old times! Francis and Arthur parenting little Alfred and Matthew! Though, Arthur would probably start yelling and screaming about sharing a bed with the Frenchman. Just thinking about it made Francis sigh. Why was Arthur so oblivious to his feelings? Granted, Arthur wouldn't be Arthur without his tsundere personality, but still! It was such a pain, trying to get the idiotic Brit to realize Francis loved him... Of their little dysfunctional family, Francis was the only one in tune with his feelings. He accepted the fact he was in love with his little l'Angleterre and acted on those feelings... Not that he didn't flirt and occasional date/sleep with others, but that was just his personality! It wasn't fair for England to have possession on his heart when he didn't even want it...

xxFrancis bopped his forehead and headed back downstairs, duffel bag in hand. No, this was a vacation, he wasn't going to dwell on stupid stuff like that. He was going to have fun with his 'family' and if he was able to get a few kisses out of England along the way, then great! Smiling suavely once more, Francis made his way to the kitchen. The second Matthew informed him of this little vacation, he went shopping. Inside the duffel bag was a large array of food stuffs. He was not going to let anyone, meaning America and England, cook anything. Matthew, having been raised by Francis, was allowed to use the kitchen of course, but the tasteless English speakers were banned from the kitchen during this vacation. And so, he set to work putting the food items in their respected places.

xxSome time passed before the sound of a door unlocking and someone entering the cabin filled the silence. It was more than likely little Matthew, seeing as this was his idea. Francis had no doubt Alfred and Arthur would be turning up late. After setting the last item away, France frowned. Why hadn't Matthew said anything yet? Surely the boy had noticed his jacket on the coat stand... Curiously, Francis poked his head out of the kitchen door to see a pile of bags next to the sofa. Brows raised, Francis quietly walked up to the sofa and looked down to see Arthur already passed out on the cushions. Oh he look adorable!

xxSmiling broadly, Francis rolled over the top of the sofa to squeeze between Arthur and its back, wrapping his arms around the small Englishman's waist, his hands entwining themselves with the Brit's. He nestled his head in the nook created by Arthur's shoulder and neck and sighed into the Brit's ear. "I don't even get a hello? I thought les britanniques were known for their manners."

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----------»The down l o w

☒ The birth certificate reads » Nisse
☒ But I usually answer to » Ni-Ni
☒ Candles on the cake » N/A
☒ Presents are nice » Spring 15
☒ It pays the bills » Sprite "elder" (She will tell you she is the Sprite Queen)
☒ Home sweet home » Sprite Tree

----------»You think you k n o w

☒ Mirror mirror on the wall » [x]
☒ Flaunt what you got » Despite her midget-standard height, Nisse looks nothing like a squished adult female. Instead, she looks as if someone took a twenty-something-year-old and shrunk her down after checking the "Keep Proportions" box. Her limbs are tiny and fragile looking; her skin pale to the point of almost translucency at times. Long vibrant blue locks adorn her head, usually pulled into high twin tails on either side of her head. Nisse's eyes are a grayish-purple color and are rather large, in a cute, non-bug-like way. She has large butterfly wings as big as she is, but she is most often seen without wings or with bat/demon wings thanks to her glamour magic.
☒ Measurements » 3'8'' 45 lbs
☒ Just who I am » As the leader of the sprites, Nisse makes sure she is always available to assist her subjects. Always with a smile and helpful nudge, she is easy to approach for assistance. She really does seem like the perfect sprite leader. That is, until you get to know her. Nisse is a lazy type of girl, not wanting to exert more energy than possible, but she is also extremely egotistical. She loves showing off and being complemented, thus getting off her bum and doing her job. Behind her smile she is criticizing whoever she is helping and laughing at their inferiority. She claims to be a lone wolf, but never lets a chance to hang out with others drop. Nisse lives in a carefree world and tries to turn everything into a joke. Her mind blocks out depression and sad memories, so she is not very good coping with sorrow. She hates being serious and will always try to turn serious conversations into silly, lighthearted ones. She does everything in her power to keep her peaceful and cheerful view of the world in perfect shape. When with her peers, Nisse is a loud and brash type of girl, always trying to be the center of attention. She can get a tad bit on the violent side with her male friends, but with her physique, she isn't capable of doing any damage. Despite her self-centeredness, Nisse is a loyal friend that will never go back on her word when she makes a promise.
☒ Life in the times of me »Many, many years ago, little Nisse was born to the previous Sprite Elder. Because of this fact, she often received special treatment and other sprites her age were intimidated by her, thus she often found herself alone. This didn't deter Nisse from enjoying herself, no, instead she created her happy place. She decided she liked being alone because everyone else was only jealous of her and couldn't handle how amazing she was. Sure, she made some friends after coming to this conclusion, but she was always out of place with her haughty attitude.
As she grew older, her mother's health grew worse. The Goddess came to Nisse one day, expressing her concerns about Nisse's personality conflicting with her taking over the Sprite Elder position. Determined to have the highest ranking and most well know position of sprite society, Nisse told the Goddess she could change for the better. Over those next several years, Nisse went about making a good name for herself. After her mother's death, the Goddess was more than happy to allow Nisse to inherit the job, which she has been doing since then.

----------»Down to the n i t t y – g r i t t y

☒ The yays »

♥Herself
♥Tea
♥Pictures of herself
♥Cameras
♥Being alone
♥Mirrors
♥Complements
♥Sleep
♥The Goddess
♥Attention
♥Singing

☒ The nays »

✖Not being the best
✖Being overshadowed
✖Manual labor
✖Waking up before noon
✖People who don't take care of the environment
✖Touma
✖Most technology
✖Loud noises
✖People who think they are more amazing than she is

☒ The possible »

Nisse is extremely good with her sprite magic. Since it isn't possible for her to excel physically, she decided to stand out occultly. She's best with her glamour, or illusionary, magic. Her healing magic is also one of the best in the sprite community. She knows basics of other magics. Nisse is also an extremely good liar to the point of being able to lie to herself and believe it... Nisse also inherited a good set of vocal chords from her mother and is quite the singer.

☒ The impossible »

As stated, Nisse is extremely self centered and narcissistic, so she tends to overlook others sometimes. She tries hard not to, but others are simply forgotten in her obsessing over herself. She is also very bad when it comes to dealing with other's problems. Nisse is the last person-er-sprite you'd want to go to for advice. She is the type to not deal with her problems and gives horrible advice, if any at all. Other's sorrow is another thing she can't deal with. Nisse goes crazy trying to think of ways to cheer others up when she really cares about them. Despite being able to sing, Nisse can't play any instruments. Somehow, they always end up broken...

----------»Behind e v e r y t h i n g

☒ My master » [Black.Hayate]
☒ Pretty colors » Dark Turquoise
☒ Tune playing in my head » Because I'm Awesome - The Dollyrots
☒ How could I have forgotten » She considers Touma as her son... and pet at the same time.

[[Black.Hayate]]

----------»The down l o w

☒ The birth certificate reads » Basil Evanthe Asterales
☒ But I usually answer to » He will answer to anything
☒ Candles on the cake » 23
☒ Presents are nice » Spring 12
☒ It pays the bills » Mayor
☒ Home sweet home » A large house, bordering on the mansion side, that is connected to the City Hall

----------»You think you k n o w

☒ Mirror mirror on the wall » [x]
☒ Flaunt what you got » Completely skin and bones with a sickly pale complexion, Basil is quite the sight. While he is quite tall, he is able to appear a foot shorter with his attitude and constant slouching. His jet black hair is layered, the longest part brushing his shoulder. Wide, deep blue eyes appear to be constantly full of distress and worry. He looks nothing like his age and often looks rather ridiculous in the suits he attempts to wear.
☒ Measurements » 5'8'' 140 lbs
☒ Just who I am » Basil is an extremely shy boy. He spent most of his life without much interaction outside his family, thus never developed the proper social skills most kids did at an early age. He is constantly blushing and apologizing, quick to start crying when under pressure. Because of his strong sense of duty, Basil fights through his timid nature to go about on his mayor duties, but he is still very timid while doing them. He is big on his manners and what's proper/improper and will not be afraid to try to right another's wrong. Often, the man gets fed up with his nature and desires to be more confident, but he has yet to find the proper motivation to make the change.
☒ Life in the times of me » For as long as the Cosmos Valley settlement has been existence, the Asterales family has been in charge. It was from the Asterales family our little Basil was born. Coming much to early, little Basil was introduced to the world on the 12th of spring, almost a month earlier than his due date. The doctors predicted him to be a frail and sickly child. They couldn't have been more spot on. The first sickness Basil caught was the very virus that killed Touma's parents. Most didn't believe the already weak boy would survive the violent sickness, but he was able to get past it. Not to say he escaped without damage though. From then on, Basil's immune system was close to none and he was constantly getting sick. He also developed mild anemia, adding to a growing list of pills he needed to take.

As a child, Basil was unable to play with those his age, having extreme asthma at the time. He was close to his brothers and adults, so he quickly became very mature for his age. Continuing to grow, Basil strengthened bit by bit, but never to the full health a boy his age should be. It became apparent to the Asterales family that he would likely be taking over the Mayor position after his elder two brothers packed up and left. Basil was pushed out of his shell to start getting to know the town better. He grew a little stronger with the added activity. By the time Basil took over mayor-dom several years ago, he was strong enough to go about town without tiring in minutes. He continues to take his giant pile of pills and strives to get stronger. A few weeks ago, his last brother left town with Basil's secretary, so he has been looking for a replacement...

----------»Down to the n i t t y – g r i t t y

☒ The yays »

♥Making friends
♥Doing nice things for others
♥Walking about town
♥Tea
♥Literature
♥Sleep
♥Being healthy

☒ The nays »

✖Getting yelled at
✖Being disliked
✖Being sick
✖Coffee
✖Being stuck indoors
✖Pills

☒ The possible »

Basil is a very compassionate person and goes out of his way to help others. Where he lacks in the physical department, Basil is extremely quick witted and intelligent. He is also quite the cook.

☒ The impossible »

Most obviously, Basil is extremely frail and manual labor of any type is pretty much impossible for him. His immune system fails and he catches any virus that comes around. Due to his endless compassion, Basil can be a bit of a pushover and, being very naive, believe almost anything.

----------»Behind e v e r y t h i n g

☒ My master » [Black.Hayate]
☒ Pretty colors » Royal Blue
☒ Tune playing in my head » Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights) - Anberlin
☒ How could I have forgotten » N/A