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Okay the simple story goes like this: A simple boring university student find a naked boy shivering and alone in an alleyway and after taking pity on the boy, decided to take him home with him so he can rest and recover, that is until he realizes the boy is a part of a human looking alien race who want to take over the planet and steal its resources! Other people may join soon! If you wanna join PM a basic profile and I'll ad and PM you telling you you've been accepted ^^


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Alien Name: Kat'el Ni'cro
Name: Kaiden Necros
Age: 16 (24 in alein years)
Race: Viscross alien
Occupation: Student/Alien invader
Hair colour: Lilac
eye colour: Blue
Height: short
build: slim
Distinguising features: slightly pointed ears, pale skin that had a slight green tinge to it
Powers/skilles: Has the power of levitation and is a master in all forms of combat both human and alien.
Weapon: staff
Histoy: Born and raised on the planet Viscorss he has been raised from borth to be a sureme figther and invader for the Viscross leaders to take other other planets and steal thier rescources because thier planter is dying. he is sent to earth a planet similar to thier so see if its sutible to live in and to gather information in order to invade the planet.

Personality: Even as an invader Kat'el is very shy and quiet and would most likely be found in a corner reading a book, however when threatend he becomes a firce fighting machine and won;t hesistate to spill blood if need be.


Name: Yuuri Kazen
Age: 23
Race: Human
Occupation: University Student, Musician
Hair: Red
Eye: Dark grey with a light blue tinge
Height: 6'1
Build: Average with some muscular
Character: Yuuri is a reserved individual, despite looks that cause him to stand out. Tall, Red hair, grey blue eyes, lightly sun-kissed complexion, and gifted like the gods themselves on the violin. He's a musical genius, but average student. However, the world hasn't noticed him yet.

His parent's died at the age of five, and hence forth he was raised by his aging uncle. His uncle was well reserved from people but enjoyed finer parts of society. As so, Yuuri was taught to play the violin. Educated in the highest fashion until the last year of high school where his uncle's company fell through and he committed suicide.

Yuuri, left alone, took up a jobs anywhere he could to earn a living. After two years of hard work, he was able to find a job as musical entertainment at a high class restaurant and work as a waiter as well. From his earnings he was able to pay for his tuition. He attends as a business major but takes music classes on the side, as logically, there is a higher calling for businessmen than musicians.

An average guy, with not the best of luck. Scratch that, worse luck then the average Joe, Yuuri thought and sighed, after all what normal human being just finds a body in an alleyway where they live. And who brings them home?

Yuuri shook his head, "I must be losing it," he whispered. Not only was it a body, he was naked, beat up, and sickly looking. His skin was even a bit green.

Yuuri had seen the boy in the alley as he'd come home from working. He was still in his waiter's uniform, his flaming hair tied up in a ponytail. Whatever had drive him to do so, Yuuri had seen this boy, and brought him home to safety.

Now, Yuuri was dishing up hot soup and tea for the boy, who was laying on his couch wrapped in a soft warm dark brown blanket. He sat the soup and tea down on the table by the couch with a glass of water. He knelled by the couch and carefully lifted the boy. He lay heavily in his left arm, while Yuuri carefully fed him with his right.

Yuuri's cheeks tinged lightly as the boy stared at him. He wasn't a people person, and this wasn't something he did on a daily basis.

Once the soup was done, some of the tea and water gone, Yuuri took some pillow and put them behind the boys head and laid him down. He cleaned up, and came back and lightly laid his hand on the boys forehead. He was slightly warm, due to the cold most likely, but otherwise nothing more. Which seemed odd, he still held that slight green tinge to him.

Yuuri just shook his head, "I'm going to go find you some clothes, just rest for now." Yuuri spoke, his voice smooth and simple.

Yuuri looked through to find some of his smaller clothes. While he did he unbuttoned his vest and threw it on his desk chair. He found a pale blue shirt, which he never remembered having owned, some tan draw string pants, and a pair of boxers.

Why was he doing this again? For all he knew the boy was a psycho or something. And he wasn't talking either...maybe he was mute...if so, the boy was probably more scared than normal.

Yuuri pondered these things as he made his way back to the living room. When he looked up he noticed the boy was sitting, he didn't notice the object in his hands. "Oi, you need to lay down, your hurt." Yuuri shook his head, and plopped the clothes on the table and motioned to the boy to lay back down. "I wont hurt you." Yuuri spoke but figured it wouldn't matter. He spotted what he was looking for. His violin. He pointed at the boy and then the object and took the instrument from its case. It was a beautiful and old violin. Yuuri motioned to the boy and then began to play.

Instantly the room was filled with the smoothest, crispest, most beautiful music. It made the heart warm and the soul feel at peace. If yuuri could not speak to the boy, perhaps music would fill the gaps.

Yuuri stopped playing instantly. His eyes widened. "Sad?" He spoke and walked over, he hadn't noticed he'd wiped the others tears away until he noticed his hand was damp. Then he back up and sat down on the coffee table. He put the violin again, "Tell me when you like it." He spoke and played again.

Its started slow and ominous, soft then growing slightly louder. It sung of mystery, a slight darkness...it bloomed to a lighter tone and dipped back towards the more ominous one. After a few minutes Yuuri stopped and looked at the boy to see what he thought

Yuuri smiled softly, a real smile, one he hadn't done in a while. Music was his soul, and people who genuinely like his music, made him happy.

He set the violin down and handed the pile of clothes to the boy, "My name is Yuuri, here are some clothes for you. I'm afraid they're the smallest I have." He set them on the boys lap then stood. "Change, I'll be back in a moment"

With that Yuuri went to his own room and changed out of his uniform. He choose to wear a worn black shirt and brown drawstring pj pants.

Yuuri walked back and sat back on the table, "More music?" he asked, he took the nod as a yes and began to play. He picked one of his own works. An older one...it started deeply and darkly. As it built up it was lighter toned but sad and ominous still. It delved between the two and in between. Yuuri's eyes were closed as he played, entranced by the music...He played and played his soul in every note.

No one ever wanted dark songs...they wanted light airy ones. It was as if his soul was crying out emotions he'd long stored away. But they didn't make him feel sad...they made him feel oddly complete.

As the song ended, Yuuri sighed. His eyes opened but were distant, as if he were in another world. His eyes, deep grey blue like the northern oceans...he blinked again. This time returned. He smiled lightly, "Well you should get some rest, I've kept you up long enough."

Yuuri went to the kitchen and then came back with some drink and some food (your choice). He set them down, "Eat if you get hungry, theres more in the kitchen" he motioned towards the room. "Make yourself at home for now I guess." Yuuri spoke and scratched his head and shrugged, "I'll be in there." He pointed at his bedroom, "Bathrooms there." He pointed again.

"Night ...." He paused, should he ask for his name? Stupid question, "What can I call you by?" He stated.