zєяσ to ɦєяσ in no time ||Testing Thread||

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ℓąτєℓү I've been ℓσşιηԍ şℓєєρ
∂яєąмιηԍ about the τɦιηԍş that we ςσuℓ∂ be
But вąвү, I've been ρяąүιη' ɦąя∂
Said ησ мσяє counting ∂σℓℓąяş, we'll be ςσuητιηԍ şτąяş

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An accident. A single accident was all it had taken to turn Shannon Hartwood from the heights of popularity, the crème de la crème, to the lowest on the totem pole. A single night had ruined her.

Shannon used to think that God had favorites, that he looked down upon the world and selected a few people to gift everything to. She thought she had been one of those people, and who could blame her? She had been gifted since birth with wealth, brains, and beauty. Men ogled and desired her, other women wanted to be her, and any adult wished that there child was as brilliant as her. Was it any wonder that she had climbed to the top of the social hierarchy at school? Her grades were excellent, her beauty unparalleled, and people flocked to her if only they could consider themselves an acquaintance of hers. Princess would have been putting it mildly; she was a Queen among her peers.

Well, she used to be.

Who would have known that she would have found herself in an accident? The other car had come out of nowhere. Sure, she had been in a hurry and going a little faster than what was allowed and couldn't be bothered to slow for a stop sign, but who would have known that a truck would pull out at the last second? It had been dark, she hadn't seen him. In a matter of minutes, her beautiful little convertible had been twisted all out of shape, metal curved and pointed all around her, slicing her to bits. That had been bad enough, but the whole thing had caught fire too, she remembered the feel of her own flesh burning, the excruciating pain. Pedestrians and the fire department had been able to pull her out before her car had killed her. She wasn't sure if that made her lucky or not.

That accident had changed her, more than just physically though that had been the worst. She used to be beautiful, her tan skin clear and blemish free. But now, now there were scars and burns everywhere. The skin on her knees had been sliced to bits, having been crushed into the metal. The bones had broken and healed fine, but the skin had been harder to put back together. The front of her torso had been left mostly untouched, but her sides and back hosted the remnants of burns and cuts were the car frame had either impaled her or the fire had licked her skin. The worst there was a small spot on her right hip, where the metal of the belt buckle had heated and had felt like a brand. Similar marks covered her arms. Again, her neck had escaped unscathed, but her face... Her face had been the worst. No burns, luckily, but a large ragged scar ran across each side of her face, one going down from her forehead. Another slicing up from her chin and another still from her right eye to ear.

She was mutilated, a monster.

Most of the marks could be covered up with clothes, thankfully, though she mourned the loss of wearing a bikini ever again. But her face was not so easy to hide. She had thought, when she had returned that first day after a month in the hospital., that maybe it would not be so bad. Sure, she wasn't pretty anymore and nobody had visited her in the hospital, but maybe they'd think of her new marks as battle scars. They'd pity her and tell her what an awful accident she had been through and how sorry they felt for her. That wasn't how it had gone. A new queen had stepped up to take Shannon's place while she had been gone and all her old friends had taken one look at her face and cringed. The men who had once gazed longingly had a similar reaction or something along the lines of 'Damn!'. Her boyfriend had broken up with her that same day after informing her that he had been cheating with the new queen while she had been in the hospital.

That had been two months ago. Now, she sat at the edge of the cafeteria, in a corner with a table to herself. She used to dress in the most cutting edge of fashion, clothes that showcased her perfect body. Now, it was skinny jeans, slouched boots and a sweater with a hood large enough that it could drape down and cover her face as long as she kept her head down. She picked at her lunch, an excellent bento box her mother's new personal chef had put together, as she gazed out across the rest of the student body. Once, she had stood at the top, the best of them, and now here she was, the outcast. Nobody would come sit with her, hell they did there best not to so much as look at them and she couldn't blame them. She was a freak. With a sigh, she picked the delicate piece of sashimi and shoved it in her mouth, wishing that time would just pass faster so that she could go home and lock herself in her room where nobody could bother her and she could sulk in peace.


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єvєяүτɦιηԍ that кιℓℓş me makes me ƒєєℓ ąℓιvє
єvєяүτɦιηԍ that ∂яσwηş мє makes me wanna ƒℓү

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ɦσℓ∂ ση, to me as we ԍσ.
As we яσℓℓ down this uηƒąмιℓιąя яσą∂.
And aℓτɦσuԍɦ this ωąvє is stringing us ąℓσηԍ.
Just кησω үσu’яє ηστ ąℓσηє.

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Liam sat impatiently in the hospital waiting room, trying very hard not to be irrationally angry that it was taking too long for a doctor to get back to him. It wasn't working out too well; he had been fidgeting for about an hour and snapped whenever a nurse came by to ask how he was doing. Yes, he knew that doctors were very busy and it took time between tests and checking on other patients, but the emotional part of him just really didn't care about the doctor's schedule. His girlfriend has just woken up after being in a coma for a week; he just wanted to know how she was doing.

Especially since it was all his fault.

It was all stupid. He had been dating her for three years. Met her in a coffee shop after he made a fool of himself by spilling coffee all down his front. But, of course, if he hadn't he wouldn't have gotten to talk to the girl that just happened to be sitting nearby and he never would have had the chance to ask her out. Liam wasn't a real big believer in fate, but when you happened to meet a girl as perfect as her in the circumstances that he did and got lucky enough to get her to agree to a date, it was hard not to believe that destiny or some similar force was behind it. Hell, he was half in love by the end of their first date and three years later he wanted her to be the girl that he could spend the rest of his days with.

He had really wanted to make it special so he had put in all the extra effort, the whole nine yards. Super fancy restaurant by the sea, excellent food, good wine, a stroll on the beach. He told her that he had surprise for her and so that they had gotten in his car. He drove more recklessly than he usually did, speeding and what not. He had been so nervous and excited all at the same time, the proposal had occupied most of his thoughts. He had seen the animal on the road till the last second and when he swerved to get out of the way, the car flipped. He had been taking the curve faster than he should have and the swerve was just too much for the car to handle. What's more, it had spun into oncoming traffic and rammed by another guy.

He had gotten banged up a bit, nothing that was really serious, but his girlfriend? She had woken up since the accident. The doctor had said at the time that she had been in a traumatic accident and had hit her head seriously hard. She might seem ok, her injuries were bad but nothing she wouldn't recover from, but it was it was hard to tell till she woke up.

It had been the longest week in his life. To say it was hellish was being nice. He was still recovering, a broken leg, a couple of bruised ribs, and a sprained wrist, so he didn't really leave home all that often. When he did, it was so his sister could drive him to the hospital to see his girlfriend. But other than that, he had been left alone at home with his thoughts. He couldn't help but think that if he hadn't been speeding, if he had paid just a little more attention, then they wouldn't have been in the accident and she wouldn't be in a coma.

Today, he had finally heard back from the hospital; she had woken up. Liam had made it over to the hospital as fast as he possibly could and had been waiting ever since. His twin sister, Linnea, had been waiting with him but had decided to got get them both some food while they waited.

"Mr. Isaksson?" Liam nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard the doctor call out to him. He practically tripped over his feet as he stood and walked the best he could with crutches over to him.

"Yes, yes, that's me. How is she doing? Is she ok?"

The doctor took his time answering, opening up the file he had clutched in his hands. "As far as we can tell, your girlfriend is going to be just fine. She's a bit banged up, but nothing that won't heal with time as far as we can tell."

The way he said gave Liam the feeling that wasn't all. "...but?"

The doctor sighed. "Head injuries are always tricky because we never know what side effects they can have on the brain. It appears as though retrograde amnesia. In other words, she appears to have lost a portion of her most recent memories. It's hard to say how much exactly, but it's roughly three years or say, based on what we can tell when we asked her age."

Liam felt as all the air had been knocked from his lungs, like he had been through that crash all over again. The doctor continued on. "It's not to say that her memory can't return though; amnesia is always tricky. Perhaps time and talking might make them return, refresh her memory so to speak."

Liam nodded, very slowly, still processing. "Can I see her?"

"Of course." The doctor nodded and patiently led him to the room that she was staying in. He stopped just outside the door. "I'll give you too some privacy. Don't try to work her up to much. It's best that she remain calm as much as possible." Again, Liam nodded and the doctor opened the door for him and left.

He walked inside and took a seat next to the bed. Even all bandaged and banged up, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Every time he saw her, he always wondered how he had gotten so lucky to get a girl like her to go out with him. But if the doctor was right, and three years over her memory were missing, it was quite possible that she didn't even remember him. But, maybe he had gotten lucky and she thought they had only been dating a couple months or something. "Hey, how are you feeling?" he said soothingly, smiling as he took her hand in his own, running his thumb over her skin in a calming motion."You took quite a beating, but that doctor said you're going to be just fine." He paused, going over how to phrase his next question. "Do you remember me?"


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The τяσuвℓє it might ∂яąԍ you ∂σωη,
If you get ℓσşτ you can ąℓωąүş be ƒσuη∂

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ɦσмє is вєɦιη∂, the world ąɦєą∂
And there are мąηү ρąτɦєş to τrєą∂
τɦяσuԍɦ şɦą∂σω to є∂ԍє of night
uητιℓ the şτąяş are ąℓℓ ąℓιԍɦτ

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Something felt off. Malwen could feel it, even if she didn't understand or know the cause. She had been around for some time and had gotten quite a good feel of the world in that time. Something had changed; an evil presence had appeared. She couldn't pinpoint where, couldn't find the origin. None-the-less, it irked her and preyed on her mind, a constant weight on her thoughts. It troubled her deeply; she had not forgotten the last time evil had been allowed a foothold in the world; it had rekindled an ancient war that nearly destroyed all that was good in the world. Nobody wanted to see another War for Middle Earth. Evil could not be allowed to flourish, that much was certain. And if she did not know the source, she would have to find it.

Which was why, when concern over the increasing presence had caused Lady Galadriel to ask her to go along with the other Galadhrim to the meeting to discuss this problem, she had agreed almost immediately. She couldn't quite say that she wanted to go to represent her people; it was the more selfish desire of curiosity and the wish to do what she could to rid Middle Earth of its taint.

After a couple weeks of travel, she and her group had finally arrived at a small city in Rohan. As they road down the streets, Malwen couldn't help but notice the attention they attracted. Despite the kingdom being so close to Lothlorien, she doubted if any had ever seen an elf. And now here was a party of six of the fabled people, all warriors, moving with a grace and ease that wasn't naturally present in mortals. Their stares were mildly uncomfortable, an irritation she couldn't ease, and she fought the urge to pull the hood of her cloak up to hide her pointed ears. She didn't though, instead maintain a focus in front of her as they strolled to the center of the city, where the fortress and meeting place was.

There were still stares when they entered, but with fewer of them plus the mix of dwarves and Dunedain, it was almost a relief to be inside. She didn't relax quiet yet, instead taking the moment to survey the meeting. It was a large and surprisingly diverse gathering. Elves of Rivendell and Mirkwood had showed, as well as dwarves of various kingdoms (though she couldn't distinguish which ones) and the various groups of men. Even a couple men from Gondor had arrived, though their relationship with Rohan was rocky at best.

The rest of the Galadhrim spread out, some choosing to go speak to other elves while others choose to grab themselves some refreshments after the long journey. Malwen chose to go with the later, thanking the human that offered her a mug of pale ale. She sat by the side of the room, not so much secluded as she was simply on the sidelines, and watched the interactions of various races as she sipped her beverage.

It didn't take long for the meeting to start up. The groups had eventually gathered in a circle to face one another to discuss what they knew. For the last few decades, the presence of Orcs was steadily rising. Orcs were unfortunately always a risk, a darkness that couldn't be totally eliminated, but it was becoming almost common on the road to come across one. Most had thought, with the coming of Smaug and the appearance of the Necromancer had been the cause this phenomenon, but that had been ten years ago. Their numbers should have been decreasing, not growing, and that made most more than a little worried.

The solution had been simple; send a small party, a fellowship, to make the trip to the area around Mordor to discover the possible cause. The problem of this solution came down to the fact that nobody stood to volunteer to join this group. She had thought that at least of the men of Gondor might have spoken up, considering their proximity to the dark lands. But nearly all the races were silent.

Well, not Malwen. The rest might have been to afraid, as they had the right to be, but she wasn't one that let fear overcome her. "I will go." she announced, drawing attention to herself for the first time as she stood. She let her gray-green eyes meet those of everybody else. "This could be dangerous, and it is not a choice anybody should make lightly. It is possible that we are to walk into the black lands," she said calmly, in her most soothing voice. The only way she could get anyone else in was to attempt to calm at least some of the fear that naturally arose when speaking of Mordor. "But this is a task that must be done. We can not allow evil to freely roam Middle Earth. If anybody else can, please help me in this task." she finished, looking for any sign of hope among the other races.


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мιşτ and şɦą∂σω, ςℓσu∂ and şɦą∂є
ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є, ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

There's a ƒєєℓιηԍ ∂єєρ ιηşι∂є,
үσu can let it be your ԍuι∂є to find your way,
And there's ησ τιмє for us to ωąşτє,
Got to take a leap of ƒąιτɦ and ƒℓү ąωąү

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Finn couldn't remember a time before there were mutants. He had been born in a time after their existence was revealed to the world. Of course, revealed didn't always mean accepted so it was natural, he had thought, when he had turned thirteen and his mutation had revealed itself, for his parents to freak out. The Winchester's had gone hiking. His dad had thought it would be a good family bonding experience, but the good feeling had immediately soured when his mother had tripped and Finn had reflexively reached out to save her and she was caught instead by the branch of hawthorne tree, one that incredibly had moved on its own according to his will. He could still remember that look she had given him to this day, one of absolute terror in revulsion. His father, realizing that his son was a freak, had hurled a rock at him, that a mutant like him should just leave. He had run for it, trying to ignore the angry shouts of his father and older brothers and the sobs of his baby sister and mother.

He had wandered around that forest for a long time, he couldn't remember how long. He couldn't go back to society, after all he was a monster. He himself, who had grown up hating and fearing mutants, had become one himself. He had never been the suicidal type, so that had been out of the question, so he figured not inflicting himself on others was the best. Besides, it hadn't been too bad. His mutation allowed him to connect to nature, so he was never exactly hurting.

His life had changed once more when he met Professor Xavier. He learned later that the Professor had located him using Cerebro, but all he remembered was the Professor had offered him a place to belong, where he wouldn't be a monster but just a normal kid, albeit one that was gifted.

Finn didn't think the Professor truly understood how much he had saved him that day. To him, he had picked up another lost student, but if Finn hadn't met the Professor he was sure he would still be in that forest, hating and hiding himself. What's more, he had given Finn a reason to live; to teach and guide other lost mutants. The boy had decided, upon graduating the school to stay on, to teach and become a part of the group the students had all referred fondly to as the X-Men.

"Finnegan." the Professor had called one day and from there he had made a request. Professor X never really did orders, but in the X-Men ended up doing what he said anyway, as if all of them could never really break out of the student-teacher relationship. The telepathic mutant had requested that Finn temporarily join Magnetos group. The professor had been worried that the human-hater had been too quiet lately and his fears had been confirmed when news came that the man was training a mutant into a weapon. Finn's job was to get inside the group, find the mutant, and get them out if he could.

He had been a part of the group for a month now, and he wasn't making much progress. It had taken a week to get at least a little trust among the other mutants, and even then he had to fight one of them to get some respect. Talking to them had only confirmed two things; one, that information had been true, and two, that the mutant in question was a girl which was not really important. Nobody was exactly sure what her mutation was and most hadn't seen the girl enough to give him a good description. It had not been looking good.

That is, until today. Today, he had managed to get himself as a volunteer to spar with the girl. Magneto wanted to know how well she did against other mutants, and who better than the new recruit? The others had laughed or pitied him, saying what bad luck he had. He had to pretend to moan and complain while internally cheering his good fortune. A chance to directly assess the danger.

Which is how he found himself in a large training room, waiting on the mysterious girl to arrive. He was never very good with being on time, but he was sure the girl was running late. With an impatient sigh, he fiddled with a vine he had been cultivating into a bracelet. Magneto's base was almost all metal and he always felt mildly uncomfortable being separated from plants and nature and life. Thus, he had found a plant that didn't need soil and had been growing it around his wrist so he always felt that constant connection, however weak.

The slight creak of the doors opening had him turning about to look as the girl finally arrived. "Well, nice to finally meet you. I'm Hawthorne, your sparing partner today."


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σρєη яσą∂ but it's still ∂ąяк,
вuιℓ∂ a ƒιяє from a şρąяк

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ωɦєη she was juşτ a ԍιяℓ
She єxρєςτє∂ the ωσяℓ∂
вuτ it ƒℓєω away from her яєąςɦ so
She ran ąωąү in her şℓєєρ
ąη∂ ∂яєąмє∂ of ρąяą∂ιşє
єvєяү time she ςℓσşє∂ her єүєş

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Jasmine was certain that if her father knew, he would never approve of her whittling. Then again, if he knew anything of things that she was really up to, he wouldn't approve and most certainly try to stop her. And as both the Sultan and her father, she supposed he had a right to in some way. He would rather she stay locked up in the palace, safe and sound, waiting to be married off to some prince who would then take over the same duty. As luxurious and carefree palace life was, it couldn't quite mask the fact that it was a cage.

Which was why she was whittling. The Sultan would surely pass out should he find something so dangerous as a knife in her hand. If only he knew that this was probably the least dangerous thing she had done. She supposed she didn't have to do it in the palace where the knife could be found and confiscated, but the activity was soothing and helped to pass the time. Besides, the knife was a gift from someone special and it seemed wrong to hide it away.

She paused in her project and glanced up towards the moon. It was high enough in the sky now that the night was dark enough to provide cover. She tucked her knife away safe and hide her small project among some lavish pillows. Moving as silent as she could manage, Jasmine moved toward the opposite end of the room and pressed her ear to the door. It was quiet, but she could make out the very faint sounds of the guards fidgeting, a muted yawn. Good, they were bored and not paying attention. Plus, it was night so they wouldn't check on her (she had complained loudly and faked a sob over how distraught she would be if they ruined her maidenly honor; they hadn't pressed the issue since) meaning she was in the clear.

A quick grin stole over her face and she hurriedly changed out of the silky palace clothing and into some peasant clothing she had stashed. With a worried glance toward the door, she made her way to the window balcony and swung her feet over the edge. By now, she was long practiced at using the lovely jasmine vines that grew up the edge of her terrace to escape. Soon she was on the ground, evading the guard, and out of the palace.

And from there, she was free.

"Aleksandra, I see no reason why you don't want to be an English teacher."

Aleks had probably heard this a hundred times from her father. Since she was a girl, he had been pushing her. She had lost her mother as a child and she supposed her father had always been very cautious, always worried that he would lose her too. Maybe that's why he hadn't let her go out to play with other when she was younger and why he was pushing her to do what he wanted know. Of course he wanted her to be an English teacher; that's what mom had been, not to mention it was safe and the job was guaranteed, due to the fact that he was the principal of the Storybrooke High School.

But she had never wanted to be an English teacher, never wanted to be cooped away. She wasn't even sure why she stayed, why she had taken the job in the first place, when the whole situation made her feel trapped. She supposed because she didn't like to make him worry. But that didn't stop her from bringing the topic of her quitting up constantly. Or from them constantly bickering about it.

And, like most days, this fight ended with her father not wanting to talk about it and her skulking up to her room like a teenager and not the adult that she actually was. And, like her teenage years, she was prying open the window and sneaking out of the house. She could leave through the front door, but where was the fun in that?

But where to go? Aleks didn't really have anywhere in mind, she just wanted to clear her head and relax. Oh, and eat; she had left her house on an empty stomach. She headed into town, pulling the collar of her jacket up to keep the brisk Maine wind off her neck. She headed into Ruby's Diner and took her usual seat in the booth in the back. Ruby herself wander up not moments later. She gave the girl a once over, and Aleks always felt like she knew just from that one look. Thankfully, she didn't ask. "The usual, I assume?"

"Do I really come here that often?" Ruby laughed and nodded. Aleks huffed, blowing out a puff of air the stirred a lock of her dark hair. "And here I was going for unpredictable."

"Honey, I still don't know what you're ever going to do. I do know that you'll always come here for the same burger afterwards though."

"That's reassuring." she muttered sarcastically, but Ruby was already on her way to get the girls order. She sighed, leaning her head in her hand and thrumming her fingers against the diner table as she stared out the window thoughtfully, waiting for her order to arrive.


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ℓιƒє goes on, it gets so ɦєąvү
The ωɦєєℓ вяєaкs the вuττєяƒℓү

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

They say ωє are ωɦąτ we ąяє,
вuτ we don't ɦąvє to be,
I'm вą∂ вєɦąvισя but I do it in the вєşτ way,
I try to picture мє without үσu but I ςąη'τ

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Hook was bloody sick of curses by now. Sure, he hadn't technically been a part of the last one, but he still had not appreciated being asleep for some twenty odd years because of it. If he wasn't in the habit of hanging around people that seemed to constantly be involved with one kind of curse or another, he would be far away from here doing...something. Most likely illegal and incredibly gratifying.

Instead, he was here. In Storybrooke. Involved with another a curse.

Although, luckily, it wasn't effecting him, not directly anyway. The curse was similar to the one that had originally ripped the people of the Enchanted Forest away from their world and dropped them into the quaint town of Storybrooke, Maine, though there were some distinct differences. As before, people had forgotten who they were, their memories of their true lives replaced with falsehoods and lies, but only about half the people had forgotten themselves. The other half knew exactly who they were and what was going on. The only thing all the people of Storybrooke shared now was that nobody knew who had cast this particular curse or why. What was known about those who had been cursed was that they had something to do with a group, but what was known about the group and what they were doing remained to be unknown.

It was bloody troublesome.

If it weren't for Emma being involved in the thick of it, he wouldn't be bothered. But, as usual, he simply couldn't resist assisting her, even knowing that she would never return his affections. Even with Neal gone, she was still in love with him, leaving her and Hook as merely friends. At least, that was what he was telling himself. It helped if he coupled the words with a swig of rum.

With no clear villain in sight, everybody was tracking down any possible lead they could find. Namely, searching for anybody in the group that might be able to give them information and restoring their memories.

Emma was chasing another lead with Mary Margret and Henry was in school, leaving Hook to do some searching on his own. He was hoping to track down a girl known as Charlotte La Bouf. He didn't know the girl all that well other than that she was rich (really the main reason he knew anything of her at all) and that she had done a part in funding the group. He was hoping that made her far enough removed that she would retain her memories. Though, knowing his luck, that wouldn't be the case and he'd have to do something to get her to regain herself. Either way, he had to track her down in Storybrooke.

But where to go? He knew nothing of her other than her name, and since they were not in the Enchanted Forest even that would different. He didn't even know what she looked like, other than a vague description. He had a long day of searching ahead of him and he could go for some food to go with his rum. Plus, perhaps he could question the Ruby and her Grandmother about the girl (if they remembered). With that in mind, he began walking towards Granny's Diner.


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Sometimes the σηℓү pay off for having any ƒąιτɦ,
Is when it's τєşτє∂ ąԍąιη and ąԍąιη everyday

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

format for east of darkness

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

role ;; Dragon
username ;; ZeroToHeroInNoTime
samples ;; sample thread
alias ;; Hibiki
human form ;; Seventeen
gender ;; Male


role ;; Rooster
username ;; ZeroToHeroInNoTime
samples ;; sample thread
alias ;; Ren Sohma
human form ;; Seventeen
gender ;; Male

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

sohma, hibiki

ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ

ＮＡＭＥ ;
Hibiki Sohma
ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥＳ;
Hibi (but don't even try to call him that)
ＡＧＥ ;
Seventeen
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ;
Male
ＳＥＸＵＡＬＩＴＹ;
Heterosexual
ＷＥＩＧＨＴ;
One hundred and forty five pounds
ＨＥＩＧＨＴ;
Five feet and eleven inches
ＷＨＡＴ ＡＮＩＭＡＬ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＣＵＲＳＥＤ ＷＩＴＨ？;
Year of the Dragon.
ＲＥＳＩＤＥＮＣＥ;
Sohma Estate.
ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ;
High School Student (Senior/Third Year) ;; part time Judo and Aikido Instructor

ｂａｃｋｓｔｏｒｙ

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ＴＲＡＩＴＳ;
❀ Independent
❀ Caring
❀ Proud
❀ Sarcastic
❀ Clever
❀ Volatile
❀ Awkward
❀ Unsociable
❀ Impatient
ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ;
For the most part, Hibiki had a relatively normal childhood. Well, as normal as it gets when you're cursed in the Sohma family. Naturally, his parents freaked out when his mother held him for the first time and found herself with a seahorse instead of her newborn son. It didn't help when they picked up his younger twin, Ren, and got a bird.They took it rather well though, considering. Yes it was freaky and odd and disturbing, but he and Ren were healthy otherwise right? So they attempted to treat him as normal as possible. There was the occasional transforming when he bumped into his mother and sometimes the memory eraser had to be called in when a girl from school hugged him, but otherwise the first few years of life for Hibiki were normal. He wouldn't realize till later how blessed he had been.

As Hibiki grew and was approaching his tenth year, his eyes began to fail. At first, it was just his peripheral vision. Then the things not straight in front him started to get fuzzy. Soon, it was like he was constantly looking through binoculars that were getting smaller and fuzzier with each passing day. And one day he just woke up to blackness. While losing his eyesight was upsetting, to say the least, his parents took it almost harder than he did. Bad enough to have a cursed child, but now the added trouble of him being disabled? And they still had to take care of another cursed child as well. They couldn't take it anymore. Refusing to raise him, Hibiki and Ren moved in with the closest relative willing to take them in; their aunt Sawako.

It was rough, those first few years, adjusting to his new condition. He became easily frustrated, annoyed, and snapped at just about everybody. He wallowed in self pity, missing the things that he could no longer see, missing the things that he could no longer do. Aunt Sawkao, luckily, wasn't the type of person to let him stay that way for long. She insisted that he get up out of bed, even when he didn't want to; she refused to let him wallow. It was she that helped him come up with ways to still continue on even without his eyes. He began to pull himself back together again.

Ren was probably the biggest help of all. While other tried to coddle him, Ren treated his older brother no different than usual. It was a blessing to have a rock to hold on to, something that remained constant, while the rest of the world changed and shifted around him.

As he began figuring out how to get along, his annoyance and frustration turned away from himself and was redirected toward other people. Here he was, able to figure out how to do things by himself and people insisted on treating him like he was helpless, like just because he couldn't see it meant that he couldn't do anything. It irritated him to no end. So he when people insisted that he couldn't do things like sports, he proved them wrong by taking up aikido and judo. He refused help from all sides except when he needed it and even then he resented that. He hated being pitied and gave no person an excuse to do so.

Even with all that, life moved on and now both twins are in their final year of high school.

ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ

ＭＥＮＴＡＬ ＨＥＡＬＴＨ;
Because of his disability, Hibiki feels the need to constantly have to prove himself. He will never ask for help and will actually insist that he doesn't need it when you try to assist him. He knows that something he just can't do on his own and he can't help but feel inferior and frustrated when such times come. He also has mild ocd (mostly because if he doesn't put things in the same place every time or things are left untidy then he either can't find them or he hurts himself tripping over things)
ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ ＨＥＡＬＴＨ;
Hibiki suffers from complete blindness in both of his eyes. Due to this disability, his hearing and sense of surrounding is particularly keen. Other than his eyes, he's in peak physical condition exercising all the time.

ｅｘｔｒａ

ＢＯＮＵＳ;
❀ He picked up Aikido and Judo because everybody told him he couldn't do it; he kept with it because he found he actually liked it.
❀ He's a rather good musician (he plays the taiko and piano), but he has no passion for it. He really just likes the noise.
❀ He's secretly terrified of swimming. His senses are dull in water and he doesn't like that he can't tell where anything is.
❀ He's got a kanji tattoo on his left collarbone.
ＰＥＴＳ;
He's got a puppy, Maru. She's supposed to be a his seeing-eyes dog, but she's more a pet than anything else
ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ;
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ZeroToHeroInNoTime

sohma, ren

ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ

ＮＡＭＥ ;
Ren Sohma
ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥＳ;
Ren
ＡＧＥ ;
Seventeen
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ;
Male
ＳＥＸＵＡＬＩＴＹ;
Heterosexual
ＷＥＩＧＨＴ;
One hundred and forty two pounds
ＨＥＩＧＨＴ;
Six Feet
ＷＨＡＴ ＡＮＩＭＡＬ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＣＵＲＳＥＤ ＷＩＴＨ？;
Year of the Rooster
ＲＥＳＩＤＥＮＣＥ;
Sohma Estate.
ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ;
High School Student (Senior/Third Year) ;; part time Judo and Aikido Instructor

ｂａｃｋｓｔｏｒｙ

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ＴＲＡＩＴＳ;
❀ Rude
❀ Cheerful
❀ Mysterious
❀ Protective
❀ Blunt
❀ Insensitive
❀ Dishonest
❀ Secretive
ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ;
It must have been bad enough having one child be curse with the Year of the Dragon. It was probably worse to receive the boys younger twin and find him cursed with the Year of the Rooster. Two boys, both cursed to turn into animals at the touch of a girl. Given those circumstances, Ren's parents took it rather well. At the very least, the kept and raised the boys, which was more than most parents did.

For the majority of Ren's childhood, life was peaceful. Sure, there was the occasional run in with the opposite gender, but that was easily fixed with calling the memory eraser. It was much easier to keep the secret as children, when he was still under the impression that girl's had cooties and wonder why he would ever want to hug them in the first place.

It was only when Ren turned ten that life changed. Hibiki began to loose his eyesight. It was a little at first, he wouldn't notice when Ren was trying to catch his eye, but soon Ren had to be standing directly in front of his face in order for the boy to see him. Eventually, Hibiki woke up one day unable to see him at all. Ren remembered the day; they shared a room and he woke up to his older brother calling out for him. Hibiki had been uneasy the last few days, but that morning he had sounded terrified. Ren had teased him, asking if he had a nightmare and had tried rolling over, telling him to go back to bed. But then he had heard the boy hit the floor when he had tried to get out of bed. That had gotten his attention and he had rushed out of bed to go help him, to find the boy crying, wondering where his brother was. Ren would never forgot that tear stained, fear filled face of his; he vowed that day that he would be there for him always.

That didn't just change Hibiki's life, it changed Ren's as well. The loss of the oldest twins life was the last straw for their parents; taking care of them was simply too much. Ren and Hibiki moved out their parents house and into their Aunt Sawako's house.

Ren didn't trust her at first; their parents hadn't been able to deal with Hibiki so he could see no reason why Aunt Sawako could. It took awhile, but she eventually gained his respect. She got Hibiki out of bed, even when all the boy wanted to do was wallow in his self-pity and anger. She, like Ren, wasn't direct about helping the boy cope. They never coddled him and both tried their best to let Hibiki know that just because his eyesight was gone, nothing was different. That, more than anything else, helped the boy.

He still worried constantly about the boy. Hibiki disliked it when others tried to coddle him, disliked being pitied and thought weak so Ren usually hid emotions away not wanting to upset his brother. It became a habit; him hiding how he truly felt. He had no problem voicing his thoughts, however rude they might be, but he could never say how he truly felt.

As Hibiki became able to manage without the constant help of someone else, Ren began to worry less. He still was almost constantly by Hibiki's side, but it was more for companionship rather than help. Or so he told himself. During that adjustment period, between being totally blind and being able to sense everyone in the room, where Hibiki's heightened senses were still coming in, Ren was there silently moving chairs that his brother hadn't noticed or moving pens within closer to his grasp. But it was really mostly to chase girls away from him. The twins were good looking and popular and there was more than one girl that thought that she could sneak a hug just because Hibiki couldn't see her. Ren made it his business to keep the girls from doing just that. Eventually, Hibiki could hear them moving and was able to stop them, but Ren covered till then.

Life moved on rather normally, and now both boys were in their last year of highschool, debating on what they were to do after school was over.

ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ

ＭＥＮＴＡＬ ＨＥＡＬＴＨ;
His mental health, for the most part, is fine. However, he's got a mild obsession with his twin brother, Hibiki. Nothing that would cause any harm or trouble and its something that would eventually work itself out with time, but he tends to focus much of his life around his older twin. He's tends to stay by the boy's side, do the same things as him, and just generally remain inseparable from him. He will put Hibiki as his main concern above all else.
ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ ＨＥＡＬＴＨ;
Ren is in top physical condition.

ｅｘｔｒａ

ＢＯＮＵＳ;
❀ He's secretly an awesome chef. He does most of the cooking at his house.
❀ He doesn't like cats. He got attacked by one when he got stuck in his secondary form and he's held a grudge ever since.
❀ He's a terrible artist. Can't draw to save his life.
❀ Will usually pull back his bangs with a headband. He doesn't like hair in his eyes.
ＰＥＴＳ;
Maru is technically Hibiki's seeing-eye dog, but she's more of a pet that the both of them share if anything.
ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ;
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ZeroToHeroInNoTime

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

They say ωє are ωɦąτ we ąяє,
вuτ we don't ɦąvє to be,
I'm вą∂ вєɦąvισя but I do it in the вєşτ way,
I try to picture мє without үσu but I ςąη'τ

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Most people tended to associate rude with a number of other things. Oh, they're a jerk, they must also be a lazy, messy, unemployed slob. All those people probably would have been surprised then to find that among all the people in the household, Ren was the first one awake. It was not an unusual occurrence; the rooster was the usually the first one up so he could make breakfast. He was up and dressed and in the kitchen cooking before even his aunt began to stir. The smell of food is what usually had Aunt Sawako up; she was especially fond of miso soup and thus they had nearly every morning. As soon as that miso scent drifted down the hall, she was wandering over to the table.

He was nearly done with breakfast by the time he saw her. He glanced over his shoulder as the young woman yawned and sank into her spot at the table, still in her pajamas. "Morning! You look like you've been through hell and back." he greeted her cheerfully, noting her mused hair and the bags beneath her eyes. No doubt she had been up all night, finishing her manuscript for her novel.

Clearly she was too tired to respond to the boys obviously rude comment and just silently stared at him till he placed breakfast in front of her. "Hibiki up yet?" His aunt didn't say anything, she was too busy shoving rolled omelets into her face, but she made a noise of disagreement and shook her head. Taking that as a no, he wander down the hall to his brothers room and opened the door without knocking. As his guardian had said, his older twin was still fast asleep. "Rise and shine, dipshit. Breakfast is getting cold. Don't waste my hardwork." he said as he crossed the room, giving his sleeping brother a hard shake.

"Shut up." came the muffled reply from beneath the blanket. "I already heard you stomping down the hall so there's no need to shout, you a*****e." Hibiki growled, shoving his younger brother away harshly as he sat up.

Satisfied that his brother was up, he hummed as he made his way back to the kitchen and sat down to his meal. Moments later, his brother joined them, dressed but sleepy. His light hair was still sticking up in areas and would probably stay like that till somebody else fixed it for him; it's not like his appearance really mattered to him when he couldn't even see himself in a mirror.

"You boys should get some studying done. End of the term is almost here and you guys will be graduating soon." Aunt Sawako finally said.

Ren gave a very ungraceful snort. [******** that s**t." he responded and then ducked as his aunt's chopsticks came flying towards him. "I'm not getting you another pair."

She sighed as she stood up to get herself another pair of chopsticks. "Ungrateful little s**t." she muttered, giving Ren's head a half hearted shove as she made her way to the kitchen.

"I'm with Ren. Studying on a Saturday just sounds like so much fun." he said sarcastically around his breakfast.

"Fine, do what you like." Aunt Sawako finally sighed as she finished her breakfast. "I'm going back to sleep. I spent all night working and I'm tired." she said as she stood and made her way back to her bedroom.

"Don't attack the mailman when he comes to the door!" he shouted after her and chuckled as she cursed him down the hall. A cheery grin plastered his face as he turned towards his twin and the both of them cleared their dishes. "Come with me to the book store, I wanna check out what they have." he demanded, though the command was unintentional.

A grin twitched on Hibiki's mouth and Ren knew he had him. "Fine. I wanna look at the audio." he agreed.

A wide grin spread across the teenagers face as the both of them finished up the dishes. "Sweet. By the way, it snowed today. Aunt Sawako put your scarf and s**t on the right hook by the shoes." he said. He ignored his brothers mutterings about his aunt coddling him and how he could find his own s**t just fine without them and got his coat and shoes on. In minutes, both boys were dressed for the weather, out the door, and heading towards the book store.


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Sometimes the σηℓү pay off for having any ƒąιτɦ,
Is when it's τєşτє∂ ąԍąιη and ąԍąιη everyday

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

Can I ςℓєąя мү ςσηşςιєηςє,
If ι'м ∂郃єяєητ from the яєşτ,
Do I ɦąvє to яuη and ɦι∂є?
I ηєvєя şąι∂ that I ωąητ this,
τɦιş вuя∂єη ςąмє to мє

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Hibiki hadn't been woken up by the sun in a long time. When one could no longer see the light, you couldn't be bothered by it. During the summer, he could feel the very faint warmth of the sunlight creeping through the window, but that was ignorable and in he winter wasn't an issue at all. No, usually it was activity, the sound of people doing things, that had the dragon shaking off sleep.

This morning was no exception. He could hear his younger brother long before the boy entered his room, the sound of his footsteps coming down the hall. Footsteps were one way for him to tell people apart, aside from their voices. Ren had a very distinct, almost like he was stomping or running even when he was trying to be quiet. 'It is too early for this.' he thought to himself, tucking his head under the warmth of the blanket.

Ren wasn't having any of that though. "Rise and shine, dipshit. Breakfast is getting cold. Don't waste my hard work." the boy cried out cheerfully in a too loud voice and attempted to shake Hibiki awake.

It was an unnecessary gesture and Hibiki felt annoyance curl in his belly. "Shut up." he ground out, giving his younger sibling a harsh shove away. "I already heard you stomping down the hall so there's no need to shout, you a*****e." he practically spat as he sat up and opened his eyes. It was an useless gesture, opening and shutting his eyes; it made no difference to him, but old habits die hard and there were some bodily functions that one couldn't resist.

Ren, either oblivious or ignoring his brother sour mood, hummed a cheerful tune to himself as he made his way down to the kitchen. Hibiki could smell breakfast on the table. They were having miso soup, rice, salmon, rolled omelets, and...pickled plum. As usual it smelled fantastic and, knowing exactly how good Ren's cooking was, his stomach gave an appreciative growl. His previous annoyance forgotten, he got himself dressed in something warm (the room was chillier than normal; did it snow?) and wandered down the hall.

He had this house memorized by this point, knew exactly where every piece of furniture was and exactly how far away the kitchen was so that he didn't have to go feeling down the hall. Aunt Sawako and Ren shouldn't have moved anything on him, they knew how frustrating it was for him to relearn the layout, but out of habit he waited til he brushed against the edge of the table where his spot was before he sat down. His fingers crept across the surface, located his chopsticks, and began to chow down on the meal in front of him. As expected, it tasted even better than it smelled.

He could hear his aunt just to the right of him, scarfing her own meal down. "You boys should get some studying done. End of the term is almost here and you guys will be graduating soon." she commented around a mouthful.

To his left, Ren made a very rude noise that could only be equated to a 'Yeah, like that will ever happen'. Aloud, he said [******** that s**t." The remark was followed by the slightest movement of air and delicate sound of chopsticks hitting the floor. No doubt, his aunt had retaliated to that comment by tossing her chopsticks at her nephew. Hibiki smiled, amused, but continued eating in silence. "I'm not getting you another pair."

"Ungrateful little s**t"

Hibiki decided now was a good time to insert his comment, before his relatives came to blows. "I'm with Ren. Studying on a Saturday just sounds like so much fun." he muttered sarcastically as he finished off the last of his salmon.

Aunt Sawako sighed in defeat and the chair scraped against the floor as she stood. "Fine, do what you like. I'm going back to sleep. I spent all night working and I'm tired." Hibiki could believe that. There was a note of exhaustion in her voice, mixed in with slur of 'not quite awake'.

"Don't attack the mailman when he comes to the door!" his brother shouted after her and, down the hall, Aunt Sawako was cursing his brother and her luck for getting such rude, annoying s**t for nephew. Again amused, Hibiki could only grin as he helped his brother clear away the dishes. Ren washed them; there were knives mixed in from the preparation and that was a no go for him. "Come with me to the book store, I wanna check out what they have." his brother demanded, though he probably didn't mean it that way. Ren was in the bad habit of being unintentionally rude and he was pretty sure that it couldn't be fixed at this point.

Most people found Ren's bad behavior annoying; even Hibiki lost his temper with him on occasion and he was way more tolerant. Popular as he was at school, there was no denying that he had a foul mouth despite his cheerful attitude. It was not uncommon for Hibiki to hear in passing "The only good thing about him is his face" in reference to Ren. It didn't stop them from asking him out, but it was out of no love for his words.

The thought had a smile twitching his lips up. "Fine. I wanna look at the audio." he compromised. Books did nothing for him, though there were few with raised words for people like him. But as he still liked to stories, he usually got them on audio instead so that someone would read them aloud for him instead.

The dragon could practically hear the grin that was surely on his younger brothers face. "Sweet. By the way, it snowed today. Aunt Sawako put your scarf and s**t on the right hook by the shoes." he commented as he finished up.

Figures, even as much as he proved that he was capable of getting by just fine, they still tried to accommodate him and his disability. It's not that he hated them for it, it certainly made things easier for him, but he disliked feeling helpless, needing their support. They wouldn't always be around; he had to be able to take care of himself without them always pushing things within his reach. "I don't need Sawako coddling me like I'm a ******** child. Its not like my scarf has moved since where I left it last year. I can find my own s**t just fine." he muttered sulkily under his breath.

His things where Ren said they were and in minutes they were bundled up for the weather and heading out. It was definitely snowing; he could feel the soft pricks of cold hitting his face and the top of his head. He hunched his shoulder and tugged his scarf up a little higher as the both of them headed towards the book store.


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I'm σηℓү a мąη with a ςąη∂ℓє to ԍuι∂є me,
I'm taking a şτąη∂ to єşςąρє what's ιηşι∂є мє.
A мσηşτєя, a мσηşτєя, I've turned into a мσηşτєя.

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

name : Caspian Hayes
age : twenty two
classification : teacher
team : no meister
occupation : death scythe (urumi (bladed whip) )
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name : Robin Locksley
age : seventeen
classification : student
team : aleksandr saint
occupation : meister
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HAYES, CASPIANxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


TEACHER


★ :: twenty two
★ :: male
★ :: death scythe // an urumi (a whip made a of thin sheets of sharp metal; in short, a bladed whip). in full weapon form, has an amber decorated hand and half length handle in black and six silver blades, each with a different gold and bronze design.
★ :: lord death//whoever can deal with him//no one
★ :: heterosexual

★ :: rollerblades, limes, spicy food, thunderstorms, combat, interesting people, sushi
★ :: work, nagging, coffee, sweets, paperwork, being bored, uptight people
★ :: being forgotten, loosing those who are important to him.

★ :: A troublesome child is the best way to describe Caspian; almost like the mature thing just passed him by. He generally carries an attitude of being friendly and cheerful and at a first glance you might think him a good guy. However, he has absolutely no filter on his mouth and will say just about anything. Most of the words out of his mouth are coarse at best and downright rude the rest of the time. He usually doesn't mean to be rude, which might make some people feel a little more merciful, but he's grown used to people getting mad at him over the years and will purposefully be rude at times to get a rise out of others, for his own amusement. It's occasionally hard distinguish when he's trying to be rude and when he is not.

He's rarely ever serious and has a tendency towards carelessness. It's hard to get him to give anything a serious thought, at least as far as anyone can tell. If he does think of anything seriously, not but the most astute would guess it of him. He usually acts very casual, always playing around and avoiding work (unless it's field work; that interests him). He barely ever walks anywhere; he had a custom made set of rollerblades that look like sneakers and will usually roll around everywhere in them. It's even hard to get him to teach his class at times, if it's a topic he dislikes.

There is some good to be said of him (though not much), in that he'll protect any true friend that can put up with all his bullshit. He's gone through a lot of partners and he's quite used to people putting up with him to a point and then abandoning him when they've had enough and can no longer resonate with him. He treasures the few connections that he has.

★ :: You would think that a child from a long line of meisters on both sides would turn out to be a meister himself. That's what everyone thought, but this turned out to be the first of a long list of things that Caspian was not. How two meisters, who as far as they knew didn't have any weapon blood in the family, got a weapon for a child is anybody's guess. That his older twin brother was meister just made things stranger. Nobody was complaining of course, but that did make the boy odd.

Both boys were set to go to the DWMA once they were old enough and with that in mind his parents started training them, the idea being that Castor (Caspian's older twin) would be his meister. As twins who knew each other their whole life, the resonance would be strong between the two. It was perfect.

That is, until it was found that Castor had a degenerative eye disease and eventually went blind. He could still become a meister, sure, but he first had to work around being able to move on his own, let alone fight. The anger and self pity caused the brothers to no longer be able to resonate together and, unwillingly, Caspian left for the DWMA on his own while his brother stayed at home till he was well enough.

Once at school, he circled through several partners. Due to his mouth and general behavior, he was a hard soul to resonate with. On top of which, he was such an unusual weapon that those that did know how to use him generally were hesitant. Regular urumi's were known to be difficult and had a tendency to hit their own users if handled incorrectly. Never mind that Caspian would never do such a thing, it just made other students a tad weary. Those who did manage to partner with him didn't stick around long; they usually were only able to put up with him for so long before they got sick of him. The longest lasted 8 months. However, he managed to learn to fight without a meister and steadily increased his soul count whether he had a meister or not.

His real test came, however, when he learned that his brother had become a kishin egg,. The boy had been overcome by the fear of being helpless for the rest of his life and had begun killing others, starting with their parents, to prove that he didn't need help. Caspian and his partner at the time were assigned the mission and Castor's soul became Caspian's 99th kishin soul.

Caspian graduated and reached Death Scythe status shortly afterwards at the age twenty. He took up a teaching position at the academy shortly afterwards. Now he teaches there, when you can get him to attend class or when he's not out running missions for Lord Death.



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tab tab ↗ quidditch seeker (or chaser)

▐┋✦ character blurb
tab tab ↗ She's got an over confidence in herself, causing her to be quite reckless. If she thinks she can handle a situation, and usually she thinks she can, she'll throw herself in head first, consequences be damned. That's not to say she acts before she thinks, just that she usually decides the benefits, usually the appeasing of her overwhelming curiosity, far outweigh the potential harm. She's got a backbone of steal and she doesn't take s**t from anybody. She's got no problem standing up for herself or others and her sarcastic mouth doesn't help. She's blunt and honest to a fault, speaking her mind when maybe she really ought to shut up. She has a tendency to very volatile, quick to change moods. She'll go from being fine one moment to being pissy the next. She can be a bit unpredictable.

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

▐┋✦ username
tab tab ↗ ZeroToHeroInNoTime

▐┋✦ your samples
tab tab ↗ lookeh here

▐┋✦ character name
tab tab ↗ Julius Albarn

▐┋✦ character age
tab tab ↗ eighteen

▐┋✦ character gender
tab tab ↗ male

▐┋✦ bloodline
tab tab ↗ muggleborn

▐┋✦ academic year
tab tab ↗ seventh year

▐┋✦ face claim
tab tab ↗ eddie redmayne

▐┋✦ electives
tab tab ↗ ancient runes and care of magical creatures

▐┋✦ extracurricular
tab tab ↗ Hogwarts orchestra (violin) and head boy

▐┋✦ character blurb
tab tab ↗ he's a rather mellow sort of fellow. he's very much the sort of person that will be the voice of reason, the one that can keep his head on straight while the rest of the world dissolves. he's the sort of fellow you turn to for advice. he can be a bit of a mother hen and worrywart at times, particularly to people cares about. he's not particularly forward, more the type to watch and take note than to state his own opinions, which gives others the impression that he's a wall flower. he's a friendly, cheerful enough guy, just quiet. he's extremely loyal to any person that he decides his friend, to the point that he could be persuaded to do most things if his friends ask it of him. as a muggleborn, the wizarding world fascinates him and hes got a seemingly unquenchable desire to learn. he can come off as a tad odd with his fascination though he doesn't seem to mind too much.