ғeel free to call me. . .
Adriel Halcyon, at your service.
υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . .
Male
чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. .
17
The υniverse welcomed me on. . .
April 25, 1990
α lot of people say I'm. . .
Self-governing; sarcastic. Although I may be shy at times, when I am able to fully meet and familiarize a person, I tend to be talkative and goofy. I am also supposedly the idealist in my cacophonous family of seven. When I get upset, I would most likely keep it to myself, sometimes give hurtful remarks to kind people and often yell at no one in particular. I never become The Hulk or anything, though. I also hate it when my mom yells at me. When she does, I feel as if I've disgraced her. Afterwards I always ask myself, what have I done wrong? And sadness? Sadness is rarely one of the emotions I show. Though, I am always crying at something silly, like a song or something or another. I often walk around looking depressed, but that's only because I'm lonely. Why don't you come talk to me so we can spark up a conversation of useless things?
can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . .
. . . in a middle - class family. After my mom had had it with my original dad, they divorced. Then he had the nerve to kick US out. So, we moved into my grandmothers house. She often cared and tended for me and my mother, never leaving a hurt heart untouched. She was the only person, besides my bearer, that I loved oh so dearly. Then, after a few months or so, my mom met another man at the local pub she would always go to to calm her nerves and get loose with her friends. His name was Demetri. At first sight I didn't like him. I actually hated him. But, we got to know each other, and my disliking for him decreased. He was soon a close friend.
Soon, he and mom started to have kids together. I would always get jealous because I thought she would pay less attention to me. Typical child, I know. But once she started to roll them in, after six kids, she tied her tubes. Though the sex still continued. The strangest name given to one of the baby boys was Priest. When my mom first let me hold him, telling me his name, I raised one of my eyebrows and looked up, baffled.
"Like the fat man at the church we go to?"
After a few years, all seven of us grew up. And I started to notice a few things about myself. I noticed that I could see people's auras. Whenever they laughed or shared a romantic action with each other, their auras would entangle each other, colors softening. Whenever they would yell or fight each other, their auras would turn into dark, menacing shapes, colors sharpening. It confuses me as to why these things show up in my eyes. It also confuses me as to why everyone has their own color. Like a snowflake's patterns, no two colors are the same.
I told my mother about these seeings and she took me to get checked out by the doctor. Luckily he said nothing was wrong, but he did give me some pills just in case. While driving me back home, she started to look suspicious, moving in her seat. Obviously hiding something, I asked her, "Why so itchy, mom?"
Hesitantly, she started off telling me everything, slowly and calmly, everything flowing from one ear to the other. She enjoined me about my powers. I was supposedly a wizard. But I was only an apprentice. That needed an excessive amount of training.
She started to get me wands and spell books, making me study. Though I was still uncertain about it all. It took me awhile to actually get used to me and my mom doing magic in the attic, my brothers and sisters thinking weird of us two. After almost getting caught about nine times, I finally got the hang of doing and teaching magic by myself. No, not because my mom has died, but because she thought I was mature enough to do it independently. I became a studious wizard, always finding ways to perfect my magic. Spells and potions are harder, but I'll master them.
After 5 years, my mom took me out of my normal high school and told me about Fuyu Academy. An Academy for the Magically Gifted. I applied to the school and here I am now. Hopefully there won't be too much riff-raff between the students. I wouldn't want to give bad news to my mom saying that I want to go home. That would be a waste of cellphone minutes, now wouldn't it?
αbilities? Yeah, I have . . .
. . . the ability to see people's auras, including my own. I am also telekinetic. I never use it to bring things closer to me, I just get up and get them. But I have to be careful with this power. If I overuse it, or strain myself to hard, an extremely bright light will flash as if there was a camera in my eyes. Then, I pretty much black out.
Another ability I have is precognitive dreaming. I've always liked this ability, but it rarely ever happens anymore. Lately all my dreams have been meaningless. It saddens me that this ability has stopped. I hope it come back now that I've joined Fuyu Academy.
I aםore. . .
○ Music!
○ Practicing magic and mixing potions together to see what may happen. What? Curiosity gets the best of me.
○ Reading, writing, and other literary things.
○ Sketching.
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . .
○ Disharmonious singing and music that has no sync at all. I am an artist and when performances and such are put together in a crappy way, actors and actresses acting shy onstage . . . why even bother to entertain the crowd?
○ When things don't work out the way I planned.
○ People who don't know how to follow simple instructions.
○ Constantly being hugged or touched in anyway. Hugs are okay, but never too much. Alright?
○ When people call me a nerd / dork. Loser / creep. People only call me a creep because I would be seen quietly stalking the corridors of a library. You are supposed to be quiet in a library. Right?
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: Catian ? ( ; u ; I feel so scared posting this )
Dorm: Not yet assigned.
Homeroom: Art / Music
