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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 1:57 pm
 ғeel free to call me. . .
Braille (pronounced bray-lee)
υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . .
Female.
чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. .
16.
The υniverse welcomed me on. . .
December 1st
α lot of people say I'm. . .
a caring soul with a good sense of humor and a strong liking to being outdoors. Some people know me as the ferret girl, for my faithful companion Otto is, indeed, a ferret! I like to be busy and helpful, and hope to be a wonderful friend to those I meet in the Academy.
can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . .
in the average middle class family, in a nice house, with a nice garden. Oh, and with Otto. Found him on the river bank one day, did you know? Ma told me I wasn't allowed to take him home with me, but I'd befriended him and Otto told me he wanted to come back with me! Otto is an exceedingly clever ferret. To most, his vocabulary stretches as far as "Me me me me!", but I know what he's saying. Every word. And the other animals. Those birds that sit outside my window in the morning. They talk to me, in my mind. Ma and Pa thought me to be mad when I told them I could communicate with animals. "Don't be a child, Braille," they'd say. Referred me to a specialist at one point, but no amount of treatment could stop the animals from talking inside my head. I think it's a gift. I was so happy on discovering Fuyu Academy. I told my parents I was off to a brand new swanky college, but in truth I came here to progress in my ability and not feel as though I'm mad.
αbilities? Yeah, I have . . .
Animal telepathy - yes, I can talk to animals and they talk back, in my mind. Saying this, having never tried speaking to larger creatures, I'm unsure on how advanced my gift is.
I aםore. . .
○ friendship
○ Otto
○ animals
○ laughing
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . .
○ meanness
○ not being accepted
○ garlic
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: Catian
Dorm:
Homeroom: 2-B
чou see, I'm controlled by . . . Classical Hands((otto picture may be replaced soon))
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 2:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:39 pm
approved, and sorted into catian! please be patient while we construct a dorm for her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 1:49 pm
Masten December approved, and sorted into catian! please be patient while we construct a dorm for her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:40 pm
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cяєωBraille now has a dorm!
Catian House, Pumpkin Dorm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:01 am
 (Thought I'd try getting back into Fuyu)ғeel free to call me. . .
Morana Sven.
υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . .
Female.
чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. .
Seventeen.
The υniverse welcomed me on. . .
Morana's exact birth date is unknown, though is estimated to be the 31st October, when the Devil supposedly inflicts his mockery upon the land (Halloween).
α lot of people say I'm. . .
For a beast, Morana has some surprisingly humane attributes. She’s a highly observant individual. Having spent a large bulk of her life at sea, the chance to view humans on land came as a fascinating opportunity. As a result of this, Morana has become quite intuitive and enjoys reading the emotions of others. The girl was raised under the influence of good manners and kindness toward others; therefore she does her best to remain civil when in conversation. However, her unattractive appearance stifles her good intentions and Morana often finds herself being misinterpreted and alone. Morana is a very lonely young woman, constantly seeking acceptance and friendship. She longs for people to view the girl behind the beast that once innocently embarked on voyages with a Mother who lived and a Father who loved. In addition to characteristics mentioned, Morana is very strong willed. Her mentality is diverse and robust, therefore emotions are easy to contain and hide. Rarely will Morana cry, for she’s yet to find a more devastating cause to cry over than the death of her Mother and Father’s rejection. Sometimes the beast within takes control of Morana’s fragility and shapes her into a dangerous being. Her ability to harm devilishly aids her bad temper, resulting in perilous situations. Something dark and twisted lies at rest in her mind, housing evil and sadistic qualities. Such feelings she tries to supress.
can you blame me for what I am now?
"Mother always said it wasn’t our origins that made us who we were, but decisions made on a daily basis. Truth is I was never quite sure who I was, sub consciously conforming, decisions always influenced. Creatures are misperceived by their actions; too quick to judge, too quick to act upon such judgement. The more I observe, the more I realize that society was meant to be this way. Thing is, unknown to most, there are individuals forced into uniqueness. Some of us are bestowed with gifts unasked for, gifts of the Gods on a spontaneous whim. Those people are cursed, forbidden from normality because of the secret they bare. Of course, some can choose to pretend, but the trait will remain, bound to our strings. There are those that cannot hide, however, physically warped by some magical other existence, disfiguring our figures…cursed. And so, as much as I mould into the society I was raised in, I shall always be the outcast, for I am the beast."
Morana awoke on a small vessel out at sea; a baby wrapped in cotton blankets. How she came about being in such place was unknown, for the boat was adrift in endless waters, outside contact unreachable. The owners of the vessel were enthralled by the finding of a babe on their boat. Trevor and Aliana, a middle aged couple with an inability to conceive, thought they were blessed by the Gods - that was, until they glimpsed a waterlogged corpse disappearing into the water's depth. The Mother of the child, whose body now floated in death's sea grasp, was cast over board on a speed boat by her husband, a crazed man infuriated by the birth of a child that wasn't his, hence abandoned his wife and unbiological child to drown. Unsure as to what they had viewed and yearning to keep the baby whom had suggestively been thrown onto the decking on a dying whim, Trevor and Aliana raised the child on their boat, docking every few months in various places for supplies and exploration, allowing Morana to observe the life on land. For years the couple shaped the child with their beliefs and teachings, falsely misleading her to believe that they were blood bound. On the eleventh year of their raising, a terrifying storm rocked the boat out at sea. Dark waves toyed with its prey, engulfing the vessel. Determined not to be cast overboard, the sea family held onto the ropes with desperation, panicked and despaired. A bolt of lightning hit one of the pillars, electrocuting Morana and her mother, blackening their vision.
The hardness of the damp floorboards of the vessel first caused Morana’s body to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the blur of sunlight radiating down on her. The storm had passed. Sitting up, the girl turned her attention to her Father, face awash with tears and fright, curled up in the corner of the boat. Beast, he whispered, beast, beast, beast. Morana felt her own eyes pricking with salty liquid, though was unsure why. She thought he referred to the Devil for the hardship of the weather. Reluctantly, Morana’s eyes lingered to the lifeless body at her side. Her mother. "Mother" she cried, arms outstretched to embrace the dead woman, cold and white. Morana’s arms paused in mid-air. Her skin look bruised and scarred; had the storm really inflicted so much damage? She peered at her hands in disbelief, greeted by long fingernails of curious strength and sharpness. "Father," she whispered, a flurry of teardrops staining ill coloured cheeks. Morana’s physique had altered into that of an almost grotesque form, no longer resembling the human she once was. A pathetic glance across at her Father certified the cause of the fear in his eyes. "You are not my daughter," he spat, "You are the Devil’s daughter. How dare you take my wife! Be gone! Be gone with you!" Words could not alter the hatred in her Father’s voice. Morana felt betrayed by her own living, confused as to where she derived from. She couldn’t recollect murdering her Mother. How could she? It was the lightning! It was…what was it to suspect? The tides had performed their deeds, negatively shifting Morana’s World. The Devil's daughter...such words recollected thoughts of her delivery upon the boat. Suggestions that the dark under lord had bestowed her into the world tormented Morana's mind, unsure, if that were the case, as to what his purpose was in doing so.
Trevor dropped Morana on the East Coast of France, drowned by his past yearning to conceive a child, hurt by the Devil he’d cared for. Morana was soon found by a group of businessmen who manhandled the child, teased and tormented. A local scientist caught sight of the mockery, seizing the child and hiding her from the World. Years past and Morana wasted her life away, scarred by the events cast out to sea. It was on her seventeenth birthday that the old, kind scientist heard rumours of an Academy in which housed those who were magically inclined. Adament that it would do the girl good, he shipped Morana to Fuyu Academy.
αbilities? Yeah . . .
Morana has the appearance of a beast, her skin tainted in bruising and scars of unknown origins. Until the age of eleven, she thought she was a normal human, though the birth of a disfigured appearance confirmed otherwise. With such alterations came an unnatural increase in strength. Morana’s claws have the ability to easily penetrate, slicing flesh, should she wish. Her horn tips are just as sharp, capable of ramming into various obstacles. Her teeth are sharper than the average and feet possess a similar clawed appearance to her hands, if a little more subdued. Her body is both a weapon and a weakness.
I aםore. . .
○ The sea, for it is where her most cherished memories are contained. She loves the sound, the smell and the calmness of floating aboard a little vessel.
○ Friendship. Morana never had any close friends due to being at sea. The twisted appearance she later adapted ceased the chance of her ever making normal friends, and so Morana yearns for friendship.
○ Pastries; a delightful indulgency. Morana is very fond of the bakery and enjoys eating warm apple and blackberry pastries.
○ Rebels. Try as she might to contain the beast within, Morana can't help but feel attracted to beings of a dark nature. Part of her longs to embrace such evil quality.
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . .
○ Talk of parents; the truth of not knowing her real parents is a thought Morana hates to talk about. She views Trevor and Aliana to be her parents despite not bound by blood. The mentioning of parents makes Morana dwell on the past.
○ The Devil; something about the darkened realm below the Earth makes Morana feel uneasy. She hates to think that she derived from such beast, but at the same time it pleasures her in an almost sadistic way, devilishly pulling her strings.
○ Animal slaughter. Morana is a pescatarian, made to eat fish purely because she adapted to the life of a fisherman as such. She hates the thought of dying animals, mostly because it's cruel, but also because she's shameful of her blood lust sparked by the inner beast.
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: Burnar
Dorm: Earl Grey
Homeroom: Magics and Weaponries
чou see, I'm controlled by . . . Classical Hands
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 1:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 1:38 pm
I'm finally here u.u;; I'm sorry!
She's very well thought out! C : But, could you please add a little explaining how she came to appear on Mr. and Mrs. Sven's boat? It kind of falls into the "even if she doesn't know, you do" area~ Other than that, I'll approve! I think she sounds like a Burnar, what do you think?
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 8:47 am
No worries! I've added a few extra details, deepening the suggesting that the Devil bestowed Morana onto Earth, when in actual fact, her Mother cast her aboard the decking on...a dying whim, as such. But with no real connection as to who the Father is (an irrelevant detail) I'd like to keep the suggestion that the Devil does actually have a role in this, even though the impossibility only taunts Morana's mind.
Hm, yes, Burnar sounds alright. She does have insecurities, after all xD
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 12:54 pm
Classical Hands No worries! I've added a few extra details, deepening the suggesting that the Devil bestowed Morana onto Earth, when in actual fact, her Mother cast her aboard the decking on...a dying whim, as such. But with no real connection as to who the Father is (an irrelevant detail) I'd like to keep the suggestion that the Devil does actually have a role in this, even though the impossibility only taunts Morana's mind.
Hm, yes, Burnar sounds alright. She does have insecurities, after all xD
Okie then, Burnar it is. I'll have one for her soon!
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 3:25 pm
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cяєω Morana now has a dorm!
Burnar House, Earl Grey Dorm
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 4:46 pm
Thank you!
Earl Grey?! You put a tea addict's character in a dorm called Earl Grey?!
I love you.
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