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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
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❶ ❷ ❸ ❹ ❺ ❻ ❼ ❽ ❾ ❿
Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Ⅵ Ⅶ Ⅷ Ⅸ Ⅹ Ⅺ Ⅻ
ⅰ ⅱ ⅲ ⅳ ⅴ ⅵ ⅶ ⅷ ⅸ ⅹ ⅺ ⅻ
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㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢
㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰



Symbols
★ • ⋆ ☆◄ ► ♥ • ♦ ✓ ◤ ◥ ◣ ◢ ✦ ✧ – — ° ≈ ≠ ≤ ≥ ± − × ÷ ← → · § ๑ ☺ ☻ ☼ ♣ ♥ ஐ ﻬ ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ▬ ◊ ◦ ♫ ♪ ♪ ღ ˇ √ « » ™ ♂♀ © ® @ ◦ º° × °º ´¯`· » Ø ø ஆ ௰ Þ ௫ ℓ ~ | ¡ ¿ † ‡ ↔ ↑ ↓ • ¶ 卐 ✖ ∝ ∞ ∧∨ ∑ ∏ Ω ♠ ♣ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ҈ ҉ ← → ↑ ↓ ↔ ↕ ↖ ↗ ↘ ↙ ↚ ↛ ↜ ↝ ↞ ↟
↠ ↡ ↢ ↣ ↤ ↥ ↦ ↧ ↨ ↩ ↪ ↫ ↬ ↭ ↮ ↯ ↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↵ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↹ ↺ ↻ ↼ ↽ ↾ ↿
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♯♩♪♫♬♭☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌๑ # @ & * ¥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾♡ ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎ ◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ 。 ゚ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ❦ ⊹⊱⋛⋋❤⋌⋚⊰⊹ ✍✡✥✱✲✳❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖☀☂ ☣ ☢ ☠ ➸



Smileys
ಠ_ಠ ◕ ◡ ◕ °__° ಥ__ಥ (-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀<●) ⊙ω⊙ ⊙△⊙  ⊙▽⊙ 。◕‿◕。 (•ิ_•ิ) (/•ิ_•ิ)/ (◡_◡) ( ̄へ  ̄ 凸 (屮゚Д゚)屮
Angry / Displeased: (*≧m≦*) (>_<) (,,#゚Д゚) ヽ(o`皿′o)ノ o(>< )o o( ><)o ヽ(≧Д≦)ノ (>д<) (;≧皿≦) [○・`Д´・○] ヽ(#`Д´)ノ Σ(-`Д´-ノ;)ノ (((p(>o<)q))) (/゚Д゚)/ ( ¬д¬。) ヽ(#`Д´)ノ (¬、¬) (;¬_¬) (¬_¬) (;¬д¬) (≧σ≦) o(-`д´- 。) ヽ(●-`Д´-)ノ (* ̄m ̄) (´Д`) (; ̄Д ̄) (¬_¬)ノ (#`д´)ノ (」゜ロ゜)」 Σ(▼□▼メ) (〝▼皿▼) (▼皿▼#) ヽ( `0´)ノ (︶︹︺) (≧0≦) (。>。<。) 【><。】 (━┳━◇━┳━)(━┳━__━┳━) (━┳━○━┳━) (━┳━ _ ━┳━) (┳◇┳) {{|└(>o< )┘|}} \(@O@)/ (≧▼≦;) \(〇O〇)/ s(・`ヘ´・;)ゞ(▼へ▼メ)\(`O´θ/ θ\(;¬_¬) ヽ(`⌒´メ)ノ 凸(-0-メ) 凸(`△´+) 凸(`0´)凸 凸(`⌒´メ)凸 \(`0´)/ -`д´- (>人<)
Apologizing: m(_ _)m m(._.)m m(._.)m (ノ´д`) (シ_ _)シ <(_ _)> <(。_。)> m(_ _;;m m(¬0¬)m
Bears: ( ̄(エ) ̄) (。・ω・。) (●`・(エ)・´●) (*ノ・ω・) 川´・ω・`川 ( (ミ´ω`ミ)) ヾ(T(エ)Tヽ) \(・`(ェ)・)/ ⊂(ο・㉨・ο)⊃ (^(エ)^) (^(I)^) ( ̄(エ) ̄)ノ ⊂( ̄(工) ̄)⊃ ⊂(^(工)^)⊃ ⊂(・(ェ)・)⊃ (* ̄(エ) ̄*) ヾ(´(エ)`ノ゙ (/(エ)\) ⊂( ̄(エ) ̄)⊃ “(`(エ)´)ノ (`(エ)´)ノ Ψ( ̄(エ) ̄)Ψ (/-(エ)-\) (´(エ)`) ヽ( ̄(エ) ̄)ノ (/ ̄(エ) ̄)/ ┏((= ̄(エ) ̄=))┛ (● ̄(エ) ̄●) (♥ó㉨ò)ノ♡ ・㉨・ (ó㉨ò)
Cats: (=^・ェ・^=) (=^‥^=) ( =①ω①=) (=^・^=) o(^・x・^)o d(=^・ω・^=)b V(=^・ω・^=)v (=TェT=) (=;ェ;=) (=`ω´=) ヽ(=^・ω・^=)丿 (=^・ω・^)y= \(=^‥^)/'` (^-人-^) ヽ(^‥^=ゞ) (^・ω・^ ) (=^-ω-^=) b(=^‥^=)o (.=^・ェ・^=) (=´∇`=) ヾ(=゚・゚=)ノ ~(=^‥^)ノ ~(=^‥^)/ (=xェx=) (=;ェ;=) (=`ェ´=) (^・o・^)ノ" <(*ΦωΦ*)> (^._.^)ノ └(=^‥^=)┐ ='①。①'=
Confused: (´・_・`) (◎_◎;) (`_´)ゞ (◎-◎;) (・_・ヾ ( ̄(エ) ̄)ゞ (-_-)ゞ゛ ('◇')? ヽ(゜Q。)ノ? (´`;) ? 【・ヘ・?】 【・_・?】 ( ・◇・)? (゜-゜) ヾ(´・ ・`。)ノ" 「(゚ペ) ( ?´_ゝ`) o(´^`)o (´−`) ンー (」゚ペ)」 (•ิ_•ิ)? 「(°ヘ°) (。ヘ°) ヽ(゜Q。)ノ? (´`;) ? 〈(゜。゜) (゜。゜) く(^_・)ゝ (^~^;)ゞ
Dancing: ヘ(^_^ヘ) (ノ^_^)ノ o(^^o) (o^^)o (ノ´_ゝ`)ノ ヾ(^ ^ゞ (ノ‥)ノ ( ノ^ω^)ノ゚ ヾ(*´∇`)ノ ヾ(・ω・*)ノ (*ノ´□`)ノ 。(⌒∇⌒。) (。⌒∇⌒)。 〜( ̄▽ ̄〜) (〜 ̄▽ ̄)〜 〜(^∇^〜) (〜^∇^) 〜( ̄△ ̄〜) (〜 ̄△ ̄)〜 ┗(`ー´)┓ ┏(`ー´)┛ ┗(^0^)┓ (^0^)┛ (ノ ̄ー ̄)ノ ヘ( ̄ー ̄ヘ) ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ) (ノ ̄ω ̄)ノ ヘ(^o^ヘ)(ノ^o^)ノ ヾ(-_- )ゞ ヾ(@^∇^@)ノ (ノ≧∀≦)ノ \(^ω^\) (ノ゚▽゚)ノ ヽ(゚ー゚*ヽ) ヽ(*゚ー゚*)ノ (ノ*゚ー゚)ノ ヽ(*´Д`*)ノ (o´・_・)っ ヾ(*д*) ヽ(°◇° )ノ ヽ( °◇°)ノ (ノ°ο°)ノ (ノ・o・)ノ ヾ(^^ゞ) ヾ(゚∀゚ゞ) ヽ(´ー`)ノ ヾ(*⌒ヮ⌒*)ゞ 〈( ^.^)ノ ┌(★o☆)┘ └(★o★)┐ ♪(┌・。・)┌
Dead: x_x;) (*_*) (×_×;) (×_×# (#+_+) (+_+) ヾ(×× ) ツ (Ω_Ω) へ(><#)ノ (*0*;)
Dogs: Uo・ェ・oU ∪・ω・∪ U。・ェ・。U ▽・ω・▽ ▽・w・▽ U^皿^U v・。・V UTェTU (^・(I)・^) U・♀・U o(U・ω・)⊃ (^・x・^) (U・x・U) ▼o・ェ・o▼ U^ェ^U U ̄ー ̄U
┌U・ェ・U┘ └@(・ェ・)@┐ ヾ(●ω●)ノ (〓 ̄(∵エ∵) ̄〓)
Drinking: o口(・∀・ ) (。・・)_且 且_(゚◇゚;)ノ゙ ~旦_(^O^ ) (  ゜Д゜)⊃旦 ( ´・ω・`)_且~ ( ^-^)_旦"" (*^◇^)_旦 (*`▽´)_旦~~ ~(=^‥^)_旦~ (^-^)_日 ~~旦_(・o・;) ( -_-)旦~ (#´ー´)旦 且_(・_・ )
Evil / Sneaky: (・`ω´・) ψ(`∇´)ψ (`ー´) (。・`ω´・。) o(`ω´*)o | `Д´| (`ε´)(σ- `д・´) (`Д´*) (=`〜´=) (メ`ロ´)/ Ψ(`▽´)Ψ (#`∀´)_Ψ (*-`ω´- )人 (ц`ω´ц*) (`∀´)Ψ ψ(*`ー´)ψ Ψ(`◇´)Ψ “ψ(`∇´)ψ
Greetings / Goodbyes: ヾ(^∇^) (^-^*)/ ( ゚▽゚)/ ( ^_^)/ (^o^)/ (^ _ ^)/ ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ (ノ´∀`*)ノ (ヾ(´・ω・`) ☆ミ(o*・ω・)ノ \(^▽^*) (*^▽^)/ ( ̄▽ ̄)ノ ヾ(-_-;)
ヾ( ' - '*) ヾ(@⌒ー⌒@)ノ ~ヾ ^∇^ ~ヾ(^∇^) \( ̄O ̄) (。・ω・)ノ゙ (*^・ェ・)ノ
( ̄∠  ̄ )ノ (* ̄O ̄)ノ ヾ(。´・_●・`。)☆ (/・0・) (ノ^∇^) (,, ・∀・)ノ゛ (。・д・)ノ゙
\(°o°;) (。´∀`)ノ (o´ω`o)ノ ( ・ω・)ノ (。^_・)ノ ( ・_・)ノ \(-o- ) (。-ω-)ノ
\(-_- ) \( ・_・) ヾ(´¬`)ノ ヾ(☆▽☆) (^ Q ^)/゛ ~(^◇^)/ ヘ('◇'、)/ ヘ(°◇、°)ノ
ヘ(°¬°)ノ ヘ(゜Д、゜)ノ ( ゜ρ゜)ノ ー( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
Happy: (●´∀`●) (`・ω・´)” ヽ(;▽;)ノ (*´・v・) (((o(*゚▽゚*)o))) ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆ (⌒▽⌒)☆ ⊂((・▽・))⊃ (≧∇≦)/ (´・ω・`) (’-’*) ∩( ・ω・)∩ (*≧▽≦)
\(^ ^)/ O(≧∇≦)O ( ´∀`) (^~^) \(@ ̄∇ ̄@)/  (☆^O^☆)
(★^O^★) (☆^ー^☆) (´ω`★) \(T∇T)/ ヽ(*≧ω≦)ノ *(*´∀`*)☆ O(≧▽≦)O ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ d=(´▽`)=b \(*T▽T*)/ ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ (*^ワ^*) (^Д^)ノ (´∀`) (°◇°;) (゜▽゜;) (/^▽^)/ (ノ´ー`)ノ ヽ(´ー`)ノ ( ^∇^) \( `.∀´)/
(●⌒∇⌒●) o(≧∇≦o) ヽ(`◇´)/ ヽ(*・ω・)ノ (^ω^) 。◕‿◕。 ⊙ω⊙ ⊙△⊙  o (◡‿◡✿) (∩_∩) (•ิ_•ิ) (/•ิ_•ิ)/
Hiding: |・ω・`) ヘ(・_| |−・;) |ω・) |_・)
Kissing: (´ε` )♡ ~(^з^)-☆ |°з°| (_ε_) ('ε') |( ̄3 ̄)| ( ̄ε ̄@) (*^3^)
(´ε`*) (○´3`)ノ (☆´3`) (* ̄з ̄) (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ (○゜ε^○) (TεT) (-ε- ) (@ーεー@) (*^3^)/~☆ ლ(|||⌒εー|||)ლ
Laughing: (・∀・) ( ´∀`) (⌒▽⌒) (^v^)
Mellow / Whatever: ヽ(´ー`)┌ ┗┐ヽ(′Д、`*)ノ┌┛ ヽ( ´¬`)ノ ┗┃・ ■ ・┃┛ ヾ(´A`)ノ゚
ヽ(・_・;)ノ ヽ(  ̄д ̄;)ノ \(〇_o)/ ヽ(。_°)ノ \(´□`)/ ヾ(*´ー`)ノ ヽ('ー`)ノ ヽ(ー_ー )ノ (´~`;) ┐('~`;)┌ ヽ(*ω。)ノ (´・`)> (^~^)
Painful: ☆⌒(>。≪) ☆ ̄(>。☆ ~(>_<。)\ ヘ(><#)ノ (。_+)\ (xLx)ヾ /(*ι*)ヾ (ノ><)ノ /(x~x)\ ◎☆(♯××)┘ ヘ(。□°)ヘ
Sad / Crying: 。・゚゚・(>д<;)・゚゚・。 (。┰ω┰。) (*´;ェ;`*) (゜´Д`゜) (iДi) (´;ω;`) 。゚(゚ノД`゚)゚。 ヽ(´□`。)ノ (゚´Д`゚)゚ {{p´Д`q} ヽ(●゚´Д`゚●)ノ゚ ( p_q) .・゜゜・(/。\)・゜゜・. (个_个) ((´д`)) ( ≧Д≦) 。゜(`Д´)゜ (。┰ω┰。) p(´⌒`。q)
Scared: (ノдヽ) ヽ(゚Д゚)ノ (/。\) (/_\) (/.\)
Shocked / Surprised: ( ꒪Д꒪)ノ (((( ;°Д°)))) ((((;゜Д゜))) (゜◇゜) ( ̄□ ̄;) ∑(O_O;) \(>o<)/ ━Σ(゚Д゚|||)━ Σ(゜ロ゜;) Σ(゜゜) (*゚ロ゚) (」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ) (ノ゚0゚)ノ~ ⊙▂⊙
⊙0⊙ w(°o°)w L(・o・)」 (○o○) (・□・;)
Shy / Embarrassed: ^_^;) (^^ゞ (^^;) (#^.^#) ('-'*) (*^^*) (@´_`@) (⌒_⌒;) (#`ε´#ゞ (*/∇\*) (〃 ̄ω ̄〃ゞ (*´ェ`*) (*´∀`*) (*´_ゝ`) (*´∀`*) (/ω\) (*ノ▽ノ) (*ノωノ) (/。\) (。-_-。)
Singing: ヾ(´□`* )ノ (^O^☆♪ \(^o^)/ (´▽`)ノ♪ "ヽ(´▽`)ノ" ヽ(´▽`;)/♪ ヽ(´・`)ノ ヽ(○´∀`)ノ♪ ヾ(´ρ`)〃 ヾ(´〇`)ノ (´△`)♪ (ノ´▽`)ノ♪
Sleeping / Waking Up: [(--)]zzz (´~`) ヾ(。 ̄□ ̄)ツ ヾ( ̄0 ̄; )ノ ヾ(。 ̄□ ̄)ツ ヾ(。 ̄□ ̄)ツ ヾ( ̄□ ̄;)ノ (。-ω-)zzz (-_-) zzz (∪。∪)。。。zzz
Smug: ー( ̄~ ̄)ξ (`へ´*)ノ ( ̄^ ̄) ( ̄へ ̄) ( ̄~ ̄;) ( ̄ェ ̄;) (-、-) ( ;`ヘ´)
o(´^`)o ( ̄ω ̄;)
Winking: (^_-) (-o⌒) (^_−) (^_-) (^_−)☆ (⌒.−)=★
Worried: (ーー;) ( ;´Д`) (; ̄ェ ̄) ヽ( ̄д ̄;)ノ ( ̄◇ ̄;) ヽ( ̄д ̄;)ノ (−_−;) (~_~;) ((*゜Д゜) (・_-。 ) ⊙﹏⊙ ミ●﹏☉ミ (-'๏_๏'-) (⊙...⊙ ) ( ´△`) (° ロ°)
ヽ(゜ロ゜;)ノ (°o°;)
Stars / Symbols: ━━☆>^) ☆彡  ★彡  ☆彡  ★彡 ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ `*:,.★ ~☆・:.,;*



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▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ┏ ━ ┓ ┗ ━ ┛ ╔ ═ ╗ ╚ ═ ╝ 『 』 ┌ ┘ └ ┘〖〗︻ ︼ ︽ ︾ 〈 〉 ︿ ﹀ ∩ ∪ ﹁ ﹂ ﹃ ﹄﹝ ﹞ < > ≦ ≧ ﹤ ﹥ 「 」 ︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺〔 〕 【 】 《 》 ( ) { } ﹙ ﹚ 『 』 ﹛ ﹜╳ + - ﹢ × ÷ = ≠ ≒ ∞ ˇ ± √ ⊥ ∠ ∟ ⊿╠ ╣ ₪₪₪


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Male Names --- ~aki, ~fumi, ~go, ~haru, ~hei, ~hiko, ~hisa, ~hide, ~hiro, ~ji, ~kazu, ~ki, ~ma, ~masa, ~michi, ~mitsu, ~nari, ~nobu, ~nori, ~o, ~rou, ~shi, ~shige, ~suke, ~ta, ~taka, ~to, ~toshi, ~tomo, ~ya, ~zou

Female Names --- ~a, ~chi, ~e, ~ho, ~i, ~ka, ~ki, ~ko, ~mi, ~na, ~no, ~o, ~ri, ~sa, ~ya, ~yo



English Names
Amberly Aspenn Symona Ty Kory Marv Mitchell Avery Vian Keane Sacha Zasha
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[size=10]" What's the point of dying if you haven't lived? "[/size][/align]

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[size=14][color=gray]______________[/color][color=#559988]●[/color][b] Here are the Basics[/b][/size]

[size=10][u][color=#559988]Kamijo Date[/color][/u]
[u][color=#559988]22[/color][/u]
[u][color=#559988]Male[/color][/u][/size]

[size=14][color=gray]______________[/color][color=#559988]●[/color][b] Digging a Little Deeper[/b][/size]

[size=10][u][color=#559988]I am An[/color][/u][color=gray] Albatross[/color]
[u][color=#559988]Dont you D a r e laugh[/color][/u] [color=gray] Native[/color]
[u][color=#559988]Im not S h o r t[/color][/u] [color=gray] 6'11"[/color]
[u][color=#559988]Dont you dare call me F a t[/color][/u] [color=gray] 138[/color][/size]

[size=14][color=gray]______________[/color][color=#559988]●[/color][b] I thought they were gone[/b][/size]

[size=10][u][color=#559988]This is how i A c t[/color][/u] [color=gray]
On the outside you'll see him as a man who preferred to rant his head off instead of using his fists when provoked; quite an irony considering the fact that he came from a long line of warriors and heartless hunters who braved through the dense jungle in search of home several hundred years ago. Nope. Kamijo preferred the silent, straight forward, no-nonsense kind of life where the only entertainment he attained was from work, his whale bone flute and the irregular trip to the nearest town.[/color]
[u][color=#559988]My L i f e Story[/color][/u][color=gray]
There was not much information that can be obtained from his family's history, except for the fact that they left their tribe when some son refused to marry the wife the tribe leader had chosen for him. They weren't exactly banished permanently from the tribe but considering the rising amount of tension in the air, the Dates gave in and decided that the only way for them to avoid controversy was to move out. That had been a long time ago; new generations of Dates family were scattered all over the island and there had been rumours that several of them managed to buy their own private villa. The tribe members had forgotten about the past and accepted the Dates for who they really were, no apologies required even though arranged marriages were still a hot issue in town.

But unlike his family Kamijo preferred a life among the greenery, leaving home at an early age of fourteen where he managed to build his own house on top of a hill which flattened out near the top. The hill ended with a steep cliff near the shore where sharp rocks lined the bottom, while dense trees and rocks gave perfect protection from the elements. Kamijo made full use of his hours out in the sea where he would fish, often diving straight into the cold waters if there was a high demand for sea food from the marketplace; it was his only source of income and the profit was worth all the trouble, so he didn't mind.

Although the years of exercise did influenced his body; Kamijo had worked himself into a fine Date warrior minus the beastly muscles and heartlessness, and his strong gray wings were a huge envy around town. Perhaps it was his appearance that made several males in town to approach him often enough, certainly [i]not[/i] to discuss about his profession. Not that he minded them either.[/color]
[u][color=#559988]Oh yes i L o v e to be on[/color][/u] [color=gray]Seke[/color]
[u][color=#559988]Oh Y e s[/color][/u] [color=gray]
Men, although he prefers the familiar ones
Fishing
Greenery
Flying
Calm music[/color]
[u][color=#559988]Oh no[/color][/u][color=gray]
Irritating noises
Tacky merchants
Intolerable people
Monsoon seasons (because he can't fish)
Using aggressiveness on unarmed people[/color] [/size]

[size=14][color=gray]______________[/color][color=#559988]●[/color][b] And im Spent[/b][/size]

[size=10][u][color=#559988]Did i F o r g e t anything else[/color][/u][color=gray] Kamijo was pretty hopeless with hi-tech devices; a distant cousin once gave him a GPS tool for his twentieth birthday. Three days later it was perfectly unusable because Kamijo forgot to take it out of his diving apparels.[/color]
[u][color=#559988]The V o i c e in my head[/color][/u] [color=gray] Asphyxial_Aoi[/color]
[u][color=#559988]The C o l o r s of my soul[/color][/u] [color=gray] Gray[/color] and [color=#559988]#559988[/color][/size]
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The s u m m e r ' s gone before you know. The muffled drums of relentless f l o w---
You're looking at s t a r s that give you V e r t i g o---
The sun's still b u r n i n g and dust'll blow.


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Honey scars I'll keep you n e a r . Our blood is g o l d nothing to fear--
--We killed the time and I l o v e you dear.--
--A kiss of w i n e we'll disappear.



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                                    The s u m m e r ' s gone before you know. The muffled drums of relentless f l o w---
                                    You're looking at s t a r s that give you V e r t i g o---
                                    The sun's still b u r n i n g and dust'll blow.
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[color=#9F2B68][b]My mother named me[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Matthias Luke Johnson[/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]but you can call me[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Luke, l'ardente, the Gluttony.[/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]too many candles or maybe not enough[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]21[/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]Of course I'm a[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Male[/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]Maybe Fall in love[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Pansexual[/color][/size]

[size=18][b][align=center][color=#9F2B68]✖[/color][color=black]✖[/color][color=#9F2B68]✖[/color][/align][/b][/size]

[size=10][color=#9F2B68][b]I swear im good[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=Black][[On the outside you'll see him as a man who preferred to rant his head off instead of using his fists when provoked; quite an irony considering the fact that he came from a long line of warriors and heartless hunters who braved through the dense jungle in search of home several hundred years ago. Nope. Kamijo preferred the silent, straight forward, no-nonsense kind of life where the only entertainment he attained was from work, his whale bone flute and the irregular trip to the nearest town.]][/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]life as you know it[/b][/color] [color=Black]»[/color] [color=black]
Bio here[/color][/size]

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[size=10][color=#9F2B68][b]Gimmie more baby[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Likes (list form, please)[/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]I hate you more[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Dislikes (list form, please and thank you!)[/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]Please take it away[/b][/color] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Fears in list also[/color][/size]

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[size=10][b][color=#9F2B68]they said it best[/color][/b] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Quote[/color]
[b][color=#9F2B68]Open up your heart[/color][/b] [color=black]»[/color] [color=black]Songs[/color]
[b][color=#9F2B68]my favorite color[/color][/b] [color=black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Amaranth Deep Purple[/color]
[color=#9F2B68][b]Did I hear stalker[/b][/color] [color=Black]»[/color] [color=#9F2B68]Asphyxial_Aoi[/color][/size][/list][/list][/list]
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[align=right]『 [size=10][color=silver]The[/color][color=#559988] s u m m e r ' s[/color] [color=silver]gone before you know. The muffled drums of relentless[/color] [color=#559988]f l o w[/color][color=white]---[/color]
[color=silver]You're looking at[/color] [color=#559988]s t a r s[/color] [color=silver]that give you[/color] [color=#559988]V e r t i g o[/color][color=white]---[/color]
[color=silver]The sun's still[/color] [color=#559988]b u r n i n g[/color] [color=silver]and dust'll blow.[/color][/size] 』[/align]

[size=10][list][list]His wings were growing heavier with the soaked up rain in his feathers, shaking them dry irritatingly and let them fall to his sides. It was too late to regret coming out in this weather anyways and he already said that he'd be on the look out for other survivors. Not that he didn't want to help them or anything, but at this rate he might as well be out fishing instead of standing there in the bare coldness of the elements, trying to pin point the source of the noise, or voice, he had just heard moments ago. He didn't hear anything coming from behind, assuming that the other blond native wasn't anywhere near and had probably gone back to rebuilding his house again.

A soft sound, almost inaudible caught his attention, almost dismissing it as the wind blowing through the branches or something. There were noises everywhere; the roaring waves as they crashed angrily against the beach and the unending shower of water from above, muting everything including his own breaths and the soft mushing sound as he tread through the wet sands. Kamijo let out a shudder as a cold blast of wind slammed against his body, pushing wet strands of hair out of his face and continued on moving forwards and swearing to himself at the same time to never step out in this kind of weather ever again.

At one point he finally managed to reach the beach, extending his soaked wings and ready to take off into the sky when he saw something gray out of the corners of his eyes. And sure enough there was a person there, sitting on the sand and looking very pale.

"You there!" Kamijo shouted above the cacophony,
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Did you see the ѕ є α ? Did you see the ѕ є α ?---
Guided by the ω α т є я ω α у of thought---
A ρ я σ υ ∂ spirit walks a proud road---
A н υ м в ℓ є spirit walks a humble road



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                                        And в є т ω є є η the two---
                                        The ƒ σ g breaks over the flat land---
                                        And a ѕ σ η g that cannot be heard ∂ я ι є ѕ out those two spirits---
                                        т σ я к ι α ; words fall to become the ѕ α η ∂ ѕ
[b]PLAYED BY[/b]- Asphyxial_Aoi
[b]NAME[/b]- Mitchell Avery, Mitch for short.
[b]AGE[/b]- 17
[b]SEXUAL ORIENTATION[/b]- Homosexual
[b]BIO[/b]- Like any other heathen teenager so loaded with pheromones and eager to try something new, it was a long time before Mitch's parents realised that their second son was hanging out with the wrong type of crowds. His studies had been long abandoned and most of his time was spent parading around town with his buddies and indulging himself on every possibly 'activity' that could horrify his parents. Things took a shocking turn one night when Mitch got himself involved in a gang fight and almost burned a young man to mush, quickly attracting unwanted attentions from people he knew not and grudges from the deceased family. It was by luck that his mother still kept that small invitation from Stone Crest Academy and Mitch was shipped off first thing in the morning, having arranged a rendezvous with the transport service just outside the town border. It was the only way he could escape controversy, even if it meant not being able to return home for a few years; the longer the better.
[b]PERSONALITY[/b]- On the outside you'll probably see him as one of those kids who were either too immune or too stupid to understand real danger and cursed with a very short temper, picking fights like the b*****d he was. But deep down Mitch was a very self collected person who knew the right moment to use his fists. Despite his punkish attire, Mitch had a thing for jazz and all things beautiful; like a flame, so calm and peaceful despite its destructive properties when rekindled.
[b]POWER[/b]- Able to produce blue flames out of thin air, although heavily influenced by his state of emotions. (More angry, bigger flames).
[b]SPELLS[/b]- Darkness Spell (Beginner)
[b]CLASSES[/b]- Art, English and Sports
[b]EXTRA[/b]- Had a piercing on his tongue.
[b]DORM ROOM NUMBER[/b]- 2
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Did you see the ѕ є α ? Did you see the ѕ є α ?---
Guided by the ω α т є я ω α у of thought---
A ρ я σ υ ∂ spirit walks a proud road---
A н υ м в ℓ є spirit walks a humble road



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                                          And в є т ω є є η the two---
                                          The ƒ σ g breaks over the flat land---
                                          And a ѕ σ η g that cannot be heard ∂ я ι є ѕ out those two spirits---
                                          т σ я υ к ι α ; words fall to become the ѕ α η ∂ ѕ
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Honey scars I'll keep you η є α я . Our blood is g σ ℓ ∂ nothing to fear---
We killed the time and I ℓ σ ν є you dear.---
A kiss of ω ι η є we'll disappear.


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    The ѕ υ м м є я ' ѕ gone before you know. The muffled drums of relentless ƒ ℓ σ ω
    --You're looking at ѕ т α я ѕ that give you ν є я т ι g σ
    --The sun's still в υ я η ι η g and dust'll blow.
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Honey scars I'll keep you η є α я . Our blood is g σ ℓ ∂ nothing to fear---
We killed the time and I ℓ σ ν є you dear.---
A kiss of ω ι η є we'll disappear.


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    The ѕ υ м м є я ' ѕ gone before you know. The muffled drums of relentless ƒ ℓ σ ω
    --You're looking at ѕ т α я ѕ that give you ν є я т ι g σ
    --The sun's still в υ я η ι η g and dust'll blow.
[b]Gname:[/b] Asphyxial_Aoi
[b]Name:[/b] Matthias Louis Johnson
[b]Nick names:[/b] Louis
[b]True Age:[/b] 23
[b]Appearance Age:[/b] 23
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Human. But it was rumoured that he was practicing demonology in secret.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual
[b]History:[/b] Louis became a young widow when he found himself at the end of a bad arranged marriage after catching his ex-wife with another man, securing all the inherited fortune from his parents. Heartbroken, Louis decided to make better use of his wasted life and turned his home into an orphanage for slaves, sheltering them until they were fit enough to be sold. He didn't do it for profit considering all the money he got from purchases were used to buy medicines and restore the orphanage's facilities.
[b]Personality:[/b] Cheerful and loving, but can be very serious about his business.
[b]What are you looking for:[/b] I own the orphanage baby!
[b]Likes:[/b] Tea, soothing music, the well being of his slaves.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Coffee, loud noises, obnoxious people.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
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"I'm majoring in accountancy, if you're guessing. Not really my kind of thing, but its a take-it-or-leave-it kind of thing, you know? Your name is a little unique, you're not from around here are you?" he said, backing away a little and took a quick sip of his coke. Mitch knew he was starting to become random, but it was more of a habit he always did whenever an amusing person was present than anything else. It wasn't teasing, just plain curious.

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