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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 12:55 am
 ________{ • • • } SO THERE'S THIS GUY✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Username » Vincent W Sinnet✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Character Name » Julian Sebastian Outridge✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Character Age » Twenty Four✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Character EotW Username » FacetiousFool✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Character Color » Dark Orange________{ • • • } LOOKS LIKE A REAL FREAK✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Appearance » Julian is a tall fellow with the body of an acrobat. He has bright red hair with crimson red streaks dyed into it. His complexion is fair though there isn't a freckle or mole to be found on his person. He has a smile that can both charm and frighten those around him when stretched to different limits. But it is a smile that never fades for more than a few moments. He is a man whose main attire is fairly conservative. He keeps his skin hidden by long sleeved shirts at the least for below the neckline and past the wrists his body is nearly completely covered in scars. He prefers to dress in solid black while accented with just a fair bit of red. He prefers the sleekness of a fine suit but is also partial to costumes.________{ • • • } AND HE WAS LIKE... UM...✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Personality » Julian Outridge is the proud owner of a shattered mind. Being unable to cope with loss through normal person methods Julian's mind had to break in order to do so. And it broke into several pieces. The death of his brother did not just affect him in one way but in multiple ways to say the least. He has been diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses, but alone they aren't accurate. Clinically though, he is insane.
Since the news reached Julian of his brothers death his emotions have been in the red. In the beginning he couldn't react to stimulus normally, he would lash out or break down sobbing or just scream in rage. His mind found one way to cope though, humor. So he started laughing, first at the little things then at some of the larger things. At tasteless things or corny things, at things that didn't make any sense. It was all funny to him, it was all a big joke. To this day Julian can still laugh at anything, even at his own pain. Sure it still hurts but while to most cutting ones finger is tragedy and you falling down an open manhole and dying is comedy, to Julian it's all comedy. One is just funnier. Everything Julian looks at is a joke, so it makes sense that a smile would eternally be plastered onto his face. If there isn't a joke to be had then Julian will make the funny happen. It often involves doing naughty things for a laugh. You could call him perverted, a jerk, a thief or what have you. But it wasn't done for greed, malice or lust. It was done because he thought it would be funny. This makes his behavior very erratic and makes him come off as eccentric. The humor however is manageable to an extent, his true emotions are not.
He still couldn't accept his brothers death, so his mind found ways around that. Schizophrenic Hallucinations were the easy way out and Julian eagerly accepted the facts laid out by his own mind. Any emotionally provoking situation will often be combated by these hallucinations. But it's often that these hallucination's bring out Julian's violent side. Julian is not normally violent but he can be very vindictive. It's hard to tell if Julian feels if he's been wronged, especially with his seemingly constant good humor. It's usually only when you find a knife in your side that it becomes apparent you've made him mad. He is fairly eloquent however and in verbal combat it often stays verbal, Julian could talk you into sticking that knife into your own kidney, if the creepy smile and laughter didn't usually detract from everything he says.
Despite it all Julian is a very caring individual. He's crazy and vindictive but it's all because he cares too much. He loved his brother so much and couldn't bear losing him that it drove him insane. It stands to reason that he could learn to care about anyone just as much. It's hard for him to get close to people with how he is. No one wants to hang around an obviously crazy person, they are just unpredictable. Julian especially since all it takes is his mind saying that you had something to do with his brother. But with all that gone then perhaps he could get close to someone. Someone he could just go crazy for all over again~✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Forgotten History » Julian was born into a colorful life full of clowns, trapeze artists, magicians and other fantastic performers. In fact, his family ran one of the most renowned circuses in the west coast. It was a show to behold, with acrobats of astounding quality, the shows were something to behold and stayed with visitors for years after. The woman behind the books was Julian's mother, a red haired goddess with a mind for business. And the golden haired lion that ran the show itself was his father. He was a man who knew how to entertain. They had two beautiful children, and while there was quite the age gap between them they loved each other very much. Julian's little brother Aman was actually six years younger than him. But being surrounded by people everyday, most of the performers being like family Julian always loved the idea of a little brother.
There were complications however.
Julians brother was born sick. His bones were fragile, his muscles were weak and his lungs did not develop properly. Even as he grew he did not grow any stronger and his sickness even grew worse. The doctors were honest in saying the chances were slim and Julian's parents simply gave up on finding a medical solution. Sure, with things so uncertain they could simply abide by Aman's condition and the chances were that just maybe Aman could live to his thirties maybe. It wasn't good enough for Julian, there were treatments that his parents weren't even considering because it was a waste of money for such a slim chance. It was his mom's doing, she was so business minded and his father just went along with whatever she said. But Julian could understand, so he took matters into his own hands. He started working for his parents at the circus to save up money for the treatments that could potentially help his brother live a long happy life.
This all started when Julian was thirteen years old. With his parents running the show they could pay him under the table for doing odd jobs. Which they often did anyways. But Julians dedication saw him learn to be part of the show. Just four short years and Julian was up there with the rest of the acrobats. His dedication to his brother was truly astounding. He also learned magic tricks and other things from some of the other performers, just to entertain his brother when he could. He even learned to play music from his brother so he could play with him. He paid for many experimental treatments for his brother. After all, performing for such a high class show paid well and Julian was one of the best. It was all thanks to his sheer willpower to do anything he could for his brother.
But it wasn't enough.
Two years after the treatments started when Julian turned nineteen years old Aman met with a very sudden end. When Julian found out he went into a downward spiral. The following nights were loud with his screams of rage and his sobbing. It was grief and everyone accepted it, but they couldn't accept or even expect what had happened on the fifth night. It wasn't sobbing that filled the air, but laughter. At first it was just silence, but then they could hear it muffled by the trailer Julian stayed in. It grew and grew until it was this sick laughter that chilled even the circus's strongest man to the bone. It was mad laughter born of all the grief and pain in Julian's heart. It was frightening, and when it didn't stop it was time to employ professional help.
At first Julian stayed at a fairly nice asylum, a relaxing place with a friendly atmosphere. But at that point it was just laughter, it was emotional trauma. The schizophrenic episodes started a few days in however and the results were frightening when Julian nearly beat an orderly to death. The orderly lived, but spent the next few months in a body cast and the rest of his life with a disfigured face. The whole time Julian was screaming and laughing "Where is my brother!? What have you done with him!?" It was after that, and the court trial, that Julian was moved to a high security mental hospital. Unfortunately, word of his abuse towards an orderly at his last hospital followed him.
Had the security officials at the asylum been professional the following abuse probably wouldn't have happened. In between trips to the psychiatrist Julian was tortured by these orderlies. The torment was excruciating, yet every second of the torment Julian laughed and laughed and laughed. The laughter was infuriating for the guards because they couldn't get him to scream in pain once. They left scars all over every inch of his body that wasn't normally covered by the straight jacket and other clothing. Yet he just kept on laughing, they couldn't imagine how he could laugh at so much pain. But you see, he wasn't laughing at the pain, he was laughing at the thought of what he was going to do to them in exchange for this torment.
It required some major bone dislocation but Julian managed to free himself from his restraints. Once he got everything back into place and stopped giggling he put his plan into action. Being such the astounding acrobat that he was, Julian spent most of his time up on the ceiling of the complex and avoiding the orderlies while he made his way to the Hospitals medical ward. You wouldn't find a mental hospital with such dangerous crazies without it. It was so full of sutures and scalpels that Julian could almost cry. The same kind that were used on him. He had some blades and some time and a hell of a vendetta. A few schizophrenic hallucinations made the whole situation easier as well. One by one, orderlies and guards dropped like flies. Quickly too, with a minimal amount of pain given what Julian had to work with. A few patients and psychiatrists too, but mostly the orderlies. The bodies piled up in almost an instant and the remaining few were going mad with fear. Just as the last few were being picked off, Julian vanished.
It may have been because the police had arrived or maybe it was because Julian wanted the last remaining orderlies to be tormented by that fear for the rest of their lives. Either way Julian disappeared. He cut his way across the united states, killing those his Schizophrenic Hallucinations led him to. At last he found himself on a brand new city, the one his hallucinations had been raving about.✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----True Skills » Julian is a man trained as an acrobat. He has enough strength to lift, pull and support his own body in any number of ways and situations. He can climb up the side of a building with relative ease, ladder or no. He weighs only a mere 160 pounds and can run at an average pace. Working in the circus as a Jack of most Trades taught him a lot of particularly useless skills outside of the big top. Knife throwing and sleight of hand magic tricks being what he was deemed a natural at. Julian however does not have any knack for cooking and is likely to have serious nutrition problems if left to his own devices by living off dried meats and snack cakes.
Julian can play a few instruments quite well. He was actually taught by his brother to play two of them. His brother spent most of his time practicing these instruments since he could not do much else. His brother taught Julian to play the piano and the violin, Julian is quite effective with both however Julian taught himself to play the guitar in the short time he was allowed to in the asylum, in turn his style of playing is... unique.________{ • • • } ANYWAYS, HE WAS ALL ABOUT✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Unforgotten Preferences »
Knives
Swords
Blades
Bright Vibrant Colors
Snack Cakes
Dried Meats
Beef Stew
Candy✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Unforgotten Distaste »
Being Bored
Boring People
Boring Scenery
Humorless People
Serious Dramatic Conversation
Yelling
Anger
Grumpy People✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----Unforgotten Terror »
People Dressed in all White
Being Bored To Death✖ [ ♠ ♥ ♠]-----These Are A Few of My Favorite Things » A small wind up music box that plays a tune similar to this, a second music box that plays this tune and a violin.________{ • • • } Y'KNOW WHAT? NEVERMIND. I HAVE SOME BETTER JOKES[LOCKED][LOCKED][LOCKED]
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 12:43 am
Username: ScorpionsApprentice
Character Name: Io (Pronounced Eye-Oh) Lyra Elessia Fermane
Character Age: 21 years old
Character EotW Username: FallenAngel
Character Color: Indigo
Appearance: Io is a rather eccentric girl whose odd, yet beautiful appearance seems to perfectly reflect her personality within. She has a slim, yet volumptuous build and stands at 5'4'' in height. Her stomach flat save for a minuscule pouch just beneath her belly button, but lines still run vertically along her abdomen; two at their sides, and one running along the very center of her navel. She has a full chest, round a**, and slender, long legs. Her skin is very pale, which makes her silky soft turquoise hair all the more vibrant. Her blue eyes can range from sea blue to ice blue, and any form in between. Io tends to wear odd, intricate looking clothing- often times making her own clothes. She tends to stick to base shades (white, gray, brown, black) with a little color thrown into the mix (generally, purples, blues, greens, and reds. Occasionally she will have oranges or yellows in her outfits, but it is not often). She also almost always wears boots. Flat or heeled it didn't matter, so long as they're boots and they at least reach her calves.
Personality: Io is a cheery girl who usually has her head in the clouds. Her imagination is rather grandiose, and often times she finds herself wishing life was more adventurous than a simple life of weekly routines spiced up occasionally with extreme stunts and wild parties. She is outgoing, vibrant, and downright fun to be around. She is the one who brings life to the party, for her giddy moods are almost always infectious. Often referred to as the "queen of sarcasm", it is rare when this gorgeous minx is not joking. It is common for people to think of her as a b***h if they do not know her well enough and cannot tell her sarcastic jokes from serious declarations. She tends to steer clear of people who cannot understand her sense of humor however, finding it easier to not be friends with the person than deal with constant friction due to misunderstandings. Usually, Io tends to be laid back, preferring to lounge around all day in good company rather than do productive things, such as work. When it comes to fun, Io can be motivated to do almost anything. Daring, courageous, stubborn, and a little bit of a closet adrenaline junkie, this girl can rarely be swayed from risky, dangerous behavior. If it is in the name of fun, and will produce the exhilarating results she's looking for, Io will more than gladly do it, and she'll have a blast while doing it as well. The wilder the situation is, the more intrigued the girl becomes. Natural phenomenons fascinate her, and she is quite often blown away by the grand scope of things if she thinks about it too much. This is part of the reason why she fears the future so much; the infinite possibilities that are possible based off of every little decision she makes often makes her nervous. It may even be a factor aiding in her need to "live life on the edge" and constantly be entertained; if she slows down, she'll begin to think too much....and if she thinks too much, the anxiety will come. With an insatiable need to be consumed in the present, and an enchanting desire to live a chaotic life, she'll even go so far as to steal a car, or risk her own neck in other, more life threatening ways if she knows she can get away with it scotch free.
That's another thing about her, she's awfully sly and knows how to get herself out of a spot of trouble. In fact, she's rather good at convincing people her behavior is exactly the right thing to be done, and is a demonstration of the way things are supposed to be. Her wit comes to her naturally, never being forced, and she grows fairly prideful when she can stump someone with using only her words. The woman is rather seductive, though it is beyond her knowledge. It is simply her nature to be coy, and half the time she doesn't realize how people will react to her flirtatious, charming visage until the damage is already done and the consequences can be seen before her eyes. She is a highly intelligent person and very analytical. Her smartness is not in the department of math or computers, but in abstract, ideological concepts and the nature of people and animals. For instance, Io is not capable of predicting someone's behavior, but in hindsight, she can understand exactly why a person acted the way they did in a particular situation. Being insightful as she is, she is good at sizing people up and getting a feel for someone's personality very early on in the relationship. The closer she becomes to someone, the deeper she understands their emotions, inner psyche, motivations, thought processes, etc. etc. She is highly empathic to the people she is close to and forms a strong attachment to.
But there is a darkness buried within this otherwise charming, mysterious enchantress. Behind her gorgeous icy blue eyes there is a hidden depression she keeps buried to the core. She has an unrelenting hopelessness that makes her feel useless, and like she's a burden to the people who surround her. She doesn't know why, but she feels as if nothing she does is good enough and often punishes herself for being far less than perfect. This hopeless worthlessness she feels is the root of her depression (though there is much more to it than this), and often times it causes her to feel the only way she can remedy her never-ending disappointment is by killing herself. Yes, Io suffers from compulsive suicidal thoughts, though she has never attempted taking her own life. It simply crosses her mind often, especially in times when he depression and anxiety are in full bloom. No one knows this of her, for she keeps it hidden, locked away in the secrecy of her mind. She is rather good at hiding it as well, always seeming so cheery and lively, when inside she is rotting away day by day, her heart decaying into blackness. She also harbors a lot of pent up anger. She has always managed to keep it under control, but it lies so deep, it suffocates her when it rises. She has never struck out at anyone in her life, but when she gets enraged, she feels a strangling desire to violently assault anyone or thing in her path. So far, she has succeeded in avoiding this. No signs are ever seen by the public of her inner turmoil that weighs her sinking soul down because she always manages to keep a facade of happiness tightly coiled around herself. But when she is left alone, there is no one to keep her from her thoughts. The longer she is left to think, the stronger her insecurities, delusions, and anxieties become. This is a major part of why she does not like to be left by herself; the presence of other people seems to subdue these tumultuous thoughts. Very rarely does Io enjoy being by herself, but during these rare occasions, she will seek out solitude. Even so, the girl cannot bear being alone for more than a few hours before it becomes too much for her.
Forgotten History: It was spring when Io was born in the middle of the suburbs in Boulder, Colorado. Her parents were well established and wealthy, giving her an easy and generous childhood. At least, that's the way it would have been were she born into a healthy family. Her mother was mentally ill, and an angry, aggressive authoritarian when it came to parenting. Her father was a push over, and coped with his wife's illness by ignoring it and shutting down once he came home from his twelve-hour work days. This left all of the child-rearing duties to Io's mother, how unfortunate for her. Why at the mere age of one year old, her mother threw Io out of the house for touching the woman's precious flowers when she was told not to. Io had on nothing but a wool nightgown and small overcoat, and it was negative 20 degrees that night. The child surely would have died if it were not for the two dogs the family owned. A husky named Diego, and a german shepherd named Shia. The two dogs always remained outdoors, for her mother suffered from Obsessive Compulsive disorder, making her need for the house to be spotless at all times. Animals were never allowed to step foot in her home. The dogs had a decent sized dog house to give them some shelter. During the winter, it was filled with hay and wool by the father to give the dogs extra warmth - though they hardly needed it with their thick fur coats. Io screamed and sobbed for several minutes, begging her mother to let her in the house, but the door never opened. Shia roused from her slumber and came over to the infant; the dog was distressed by Io's sorrow and she whined while licking the girl's face. Once Io finally stopped crying, and managed a small, sad smile, Shia dragged her toward the dog house by the sleeve of her overcoat. Io had just begun to learn how to walk, and her shakey, stiff limbs helped her slowly follow the dog as she was pulled. She stayed in the dog house that night, using the warmth of the dog house and the dogs themselves by snuggling in between the two faithful animals amongst the insulin material. Only the next morning, when her father was leaving for work at 5:30 am was Io taken back into the house and put under her own covers. This would not be the last night Io would sleep in the dog house with her dogs.
During the early years of her childhood, Io learned fast to tip toe around her mother's house. It was a war zone, and there was no telling when a bomb would be triggered, or what would trigger it. Her father was always at work, and Io was left to the mercy of her cruel mother. Being locked in a two-by-four foot cellar cabinet with no light, water, or food for hours, thrown out of the house for indefinite amounts of time, and being physically beaten were only a few of the common punishments Io received for her "common" and "inexcusable" misbehavior. On top of this, Io's mother would often attack her mentally and emotionally, constantly reminding Io how ugly and useless she was. When Io turned four, her mother gave birth to another daughter. They named her Lyra. Unfortunately, the added stress of a new baby only made her mother's psychosis and violent torments worse. In school, Io was quiet, never speaking out of line, nor looking people in the eye. Her grades were always A's, for if she received anything lower, she would feel her mother's wrath. Usually, the bruises and cuts of her beatings went unnoticed by everyone, being in places that her clothes would always cover. Occasionally, Io would come to school with a bruise on her face or a split lip, and her parents would simply say how clumsy Io was, how she had caused her bruises by tripping and falling into the corner of her dresser. Everyone believed the stories. Her only friends were Diego and Shia, her faithful companions who comforted her when she cried, kept her warm when she was thrown out into the cold, and made her laugh when she was depressed. Once her sister began speaking and walking, Io gained another friend.
As they grew, they grew to love each other. The sisters' interactions with one another kept both girls sane in their melancholy, insane existence. They began breaking out of their shells together, feeding off the little glimpses of happiness they shared together while playing. Socializing with one another helped them socialize with others. Finally, Io was capable of making friends at her school, though she still kept to herself for the most part. Her sister was the only one who knew her for who she really was. Cherishing her sister more than anyone else in the world, Io learned how to take care of them both. She learned to cook so they could eat when their mother neglected them, or punished them with no food. She learned to make dolls out of string and wire for them to play with. She learned how to make clothes out of scraps of material and cloth. Anything she could learn that would be useful in making their lives a little easier and happier, she learned. At age 11, she began taking horseback riding lessons as a Christmas gift from her father. She instantly fell in love, and was finally given something that brought her true happiness outside of her sister and her dogs. It gave her hope for things, and a sense of freedom she felt nowhere else. By the time she was 12, Io hit puberty, and her shyness started to shed away along with her childish mentality and physicality. She began to develop two separate masks. One was worn at home, and portrayed the obedient, quiet, boring girl her mother strove to create. The other came out when she was at school, being a more lively, happy, fun loving youth. Whichever mask she wore, the depression, self-loathing, and anger always lay buried at the core. The masks did their job however, and hid these feelings well.
For years this trend progressed, and Io became more skilled at cooking and making things to take care of the two of them. When Io was 16, and Lyra was 12, a string of tragedies would happen that would change things. First, Io's precious dogs, Diego and Shia died within weeks of each other. Both had made it to age 16 to watch over the girls, and their long lives came to a quiet, peaceful end. This took a much more severe toll on Io than it did Lyra. Then, her sister was beaten horribly, and her mother threatened to kill them both. In a panic, Lyra ran away. Io had considered this action countless times before, but she had always stayed to keep Lyra safe. Lyra could not take it anymore, and ran away leaving Io behind. Abandoned by everyone she loved and left to the madness of her mother, Io finally snapped, her soul and psyche being completely broken. It must have been what finally cracked her meek, reserved shell, for this is when the rebellion began.
Io detached from her studious, behaved friends in school, and made friends with new ones. Hedonism became her life's philosophy, and she began experimenting with drugs (alcohol is included in this), took a shy hand in crime that quickly grew to bold enthusiasm, and grew more and more fascinated by life-threatening events. Her need for adrenaline rushes grew, and by the time she turned 18, Io was very experienced at the dangerous games she played. Anything she could do to "escape" reality, she took without hesitation. She became a pyromaniac, and as soon as she was granted her driver's license, she began racing. It was rare when she went under 90 mph. Because of her frequent trips to the "dark side", she had many run ins with the authorities. It's astonishing that she never went to jail. She picked up her skills quickly, and learned fast how to smooth-talk her way out of tough situations, lie, and flirt to avoid going to jail, or getting into worse trouble with worse people. This cycle became so routine that the coy charm became embedded in her personality, becoming an automatic thing she did in the face of everyone, and she lost awareness to her seduction and allure. Then, she learned how to be cunning enough to avoid the authorities all together. During this two year transformation, Io became bolder when it came to her mother. She began arguing back, outright defying the woman, and even employing her own threats. One time, she even lit her mother's precious flowers on fire to prove she would not be pushed around anymore. This, of course, caused her mother to become more abusive in return as she tried everything she could to keep her tight control over her daughter. But Io found more elusive ways to avoid her mother, sometimes not coming home at all for days at a time.
So, once she turned 18, Io fled from her mother's house as her sister had done 2 years prior. She moved into her friend's apartment, never to speak to her parents again. She never saw her sister again either, having no idea where Lyra went or what became of her. She crosses Io's mind often however. To keep herself occupied, she started working small, odd jobs, committing crimes, and going horseback riding as often as she could. Three years later, and it's all gone. Nothing but her few effects, her name, and this shambled room.
True Skills: Horseback riding. Talking herself out of trouble. Other street smarts. Perception and Insight. Cooking and making things out of bare resources.
Unforgotten Preferences:
~*~ Almost all types of animals, but especially the predators
~*~ Fire
~*~ Chocolate
~*~ Fruits
~*~ Anything juicy or sweet
~*~ Trouble&Danger
~*~ Cute, charming, or funny boys
~*~ Green eyes
~*~ The supernatural &/or magical
~*~ Nature in general
~*~ Books
~*~ Laughter
~*~ Speed (like the physical movement, not the drug stare )
~*~ Hedonism
~*~ Taking Risks
~*~ Mind altering substances
~*~ The dark/night
~*~ The moon&stars
~*~ Swimming
~*~ Dancing
~*~ Music
Unforgotten Distaste:
~*~ Spiders
~*~ Lillies
~*~ Tomatoes
~*~ Conservatives&Authoritarians
~*~ Authority&Rules
~*~ Condescending tones
~*~ Stupidity
~*~ Abuse
~*~ Animal cruelty
~*~ Party poopers
~*~ Her obsessive thoughts, anxieties, & insecurities
~*~ The future
Unforgotten Terror:
~*~ Silence/being alone for more than an hour TOPS
~*~ Being abandoned/beaten
~*~ Her mother
~*~ The future
~*~ Confined spaces with no openings. NOTE: as long as there is an opening, even if it is a small one, she will not be afraid of it so long as she is capable of squeezing out of it. If there is no openings in the space anywhere, and therefore no means of escaping, Io will be terrified of it.
These Are A Few of My Favorite Things:
~*~ A charm she always wears around her neck upon a thick black string.
~*~ A bracelet around her left wrist made out of the forelock of a horse's mane and a slender golden plate with the name "Sonny" engraved into it.
~*~ A set of four pictures: one of her, Lyra, Diego, and Shia. Then a separate picture each for Lyra, Diego, and Shia.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 11:38 pm
xxXXxxX[ B α s ι c s } __  U s ε r η α m ε: WillowedN α m ε: Aoi KarakaA g ε: Twenty-fiveΣ o τ W: KappaDeltaC o l o r: Dark RedA ρ ρ ε α r α η c ε: The woman is 62 inches tall, weighs 107 lbs, and is predominantly Oriental. She has long legs compared to her torso and the rest of the women. Her hair is blackish blue and short and her eyes are dark brown.xxXXxxX[ P s y c h ε } __ P ε r s o η α l ι τ y: What was it about these things that people liked so much? It’s not like I’m crazy, ********. If it’s to prove I’m sane, I’ll do it. I consider myself a playful person, easy to get along with. At the same time, I’m a playful person and ******** with people. It’s what I get for living in the crummy areas of Japan. There, it was all about the tuners and racers. I was the main start girl. I hung around the best racer for money and a guarantee of safety. Lucky for me I also know how to kick people’s asses, so they never got far with me. So don’t try it yourself, or I’ll kick your a**. I don’t really like people who think they’re better than everyone. It’s not something I condone or practice, so I don’t expect you to do it, too. I’m a sensitive person to the needs of others. I like to gravitate to younger crowds and needy people. Even in moderate poverty, I managed to give to those who needed it. I’m just that kind of person. I don’t get angry easily because of the bottle I use inside. You know, that bottle that fills with anger and sadness until it overflows and explodes onto the situation? Yeah, I have one of those, and it’s a big bottle; don’t ******** with me when it’s overflowing. There. You happy now? I don’t care if it’s not enough!P r ε f ε r ε η c ε s:
♦ Racing
♦ Motorcycles
♦ Colors
♦ Open spaces
♦ Skirts (and clothes in general)
♦ Streets
♦ Mountains
♦ Quiet placesD ι s τ α s τ ε s:
♦ Claustrophobic situations
♦ Police
♦ Rain
♦ Gravel
♦ Cats
♦ PainT ε r r o r s:
♦ Claustrophobia
♦ Wrecks
♦ SilencexxXXxxX[ F o r g o τ τ ε η } __ H ι s τ o r y: I was born in America, alright? ********, that’s why I speak English. Yeah, to Japanese parents. That’s why we moved to Japan. Got it? Lived in California for six years and then to Japan because my parents’ visas expired. We got shoved into shanty-town Tokyo and I learned how to adapt real quick. It was hard out there. We lived in this tiny shack-of-a-house with twenty other shacks surrounding us. I was the oldest kid there and I hated it. School was my only escape, but after middle school, it became hell. Japanese girls are mean as hell and try to ******** their way to the top. Since I liked not being a part of them, they hated me and so did the guys. I found my muse in racing. Illegal, of course, with bad cars, decent drivers, and lots of wrecks. God, I watched so many people die in masses of metal and glass. But, you know, it was easy money to be the hot chick starting the race and hanging with the winners. Every single one tried to get with me, and I punched all of them down. After a while and a couple hundred thousand yen, I moved on from that crowd and joined the sport bikes. I bought one and rode with them, and I never looked back. When I was eighteen, my parents’ visas got renewed and we moved back to California. I shipped my bike over with my own money and rode it with all those gas-happy ******** around here. There. Story. Now get off my a**.P o s s ε s s ι o η s:
♦ A helmet
♦ A key for a motorcycle. It says “Kawasaki” on it.
♦ A Samsung Rogue cellular phone.S k ι l l s:
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 ________{ • • • } THE FORMALITIES✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Username » z o m-bee-k a t✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character Name » Akilee Eyeris De'Moon✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character Age » Nineteen Earth cycles around the sun.✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character EotW Username » BlackSheep✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character Color » Turquoise ________{ • • • } MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Appearance »Looking more like a doll than a human being, Akilee has quit the interesting appearance to her. This girl has one feature that very few have; she's an albino. With skin and hair literally as white as snow while lacking any blemishes and wide, beautiful orbs that glitter with that dark pink hue; Akilee is like no other. Her skin is absolutely flawless when you look at it, lacking any sort of freckles, scars, or other markings. Though there is a very noticeable blush that is always perched upon her cheeks. Her hair matches her skin in color, and boy there's a lot of it upon that delicate little head of her's. Her hair is usually wound or twisted up into a messy bun, with stray strands of hair sticking out, along with her bangs that rest neatly against her face. If her hair is naturally let down, it's long and wavy, reaching to her waist. But her hair does some crazy things sometimes. On extremely humid days her light waves pull up into tight curls that twist and curl around her head beautifully; like a model. And other days her hair relaxes and straightens, flowing effortlessly in the lightest of breezes. She wears her hair in all sorts of styles, simply depending on her mood. Sometimes she has it twisted into a magnificent bun, other days it's left to hang.
Her eyes are unique and beautiful all in themselves. They are an enchanting dark pink hue that only being an albino can grant, and these eyes fit her very well. They're vibrant and shimmering, and it seems as if they're always sparkling even in the absence of light. Her eyes reflect a kindness, a warm welcoming. It's as if those eyes are plush welcome mats just waiting to greet people into her heart. Those eyes make her incredibly easy to talk to; those eyes soothe people and they bring a warmth that cannot be explained. Her eyes are also very reflective of her mood; giving away the slightest changes in emotion. When Akilee is sad, her eyes become the most heart wrenching sight, and when she's happy those eyes glitter with a brilliance that could bring a smile to the most pouty lips. In general Akilee's facial structure is very well put together; her features are delicate yet distinctive and unique. She does indeed seem more like a doll, at times.
Her body matches right along with her face; giving her quite the fragile appearance. Standing at a shorter height of five foot nothing, and weighing barely above one hundred twenty pounds, this girl is pretty small. In all honesty, Akilee looks like she should be a ballerina; well she would if you saw her in clothes that fit. The baggy clothes that hang to her body barely show off her stunning curves and assets. Of course Akilee is small, but she's got curves that would make most women green in the face with envy. She simply hides these curves beneath baggy clothes that hang from her body; not because she doesn't have confidence but because she really doesn't care what people think and wears what she feels is comfortable. Speaking of clothing, Akilee is currently wearing an outfit that perfectly depicts her personality. Hanging onto her torso is a cute pink T-shirt that is several sizes too large for Akilee's small frame. This top reaches all the way down to the middle of her thighs making much use for any sort of bottoms useless since this shirt is more like a dress. The shirt also constantly seems to be hanging off of Akilee's left shoulder since the neck is too wide for her little shoulders. Despite the lack of need, Akilee is indeed wearing bottoms. These bottoms happen to be a pair of skin tight zebra shorts that aren't very noticeable because they are just barely peeking out from beneath that shirt of her's. But don't worry, Akilee won't get cold because covering her legs from the knees on down to her toes are her thick and warm mismatched socks. Covering those dainty little feet, are shoes that only continue to show her unique personality. The topper to this outfit? The warm, knitted squid hat that always rests atop her head. The hat is slightly large for her head so it has a tendency to sometimes sink down and cover her eyes partially, or tip towards one side or another.
But that's not all that makes Akilee's appearance as unique as it is. While the outfit is indeed important in giving you a good clue as to who Akilee is, her accessories are just as important. Let's start with Akilee's jewelry. First off she has a very random assortment of necklaces that hang off of her neck. She has a squid necklace of course, a charming little toast necklace, she also has two sets of key necklaces, and lastly she has a cute little orchid origami necklace that's in a miniature bottle.
Akilee also has an assortment of rings on her fingers. Her rings include a rainbow ring on her left thumb, a octopus ring on her left ring finger, a antique ring on her right ring finger, and lastly a squid ring on her right index finger. Also covering her hands are some cotton candy colored fingerless gloves.
Akilee also has several piercings and tattoos. Akilee has ten piercings, all on her ears. On her left ear she has two hooks on her left lobe, one stud in her left lobe and two upper cartilage studs. Her right ear holds three studs in her lobes, one hook in the middle cartilage and one stud in her upper cartilage. Akilee also has two tattoos. Just over her heart is a small little hand tattoo. And then stretching along the left side of her stomach is a turquoise colored squid tattoo.________{ • • • } UNKNOWN DEFINITIONS OF CHARACTER✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Personality » Akilee is so utterly unique that it's hard to really peg her personality to an accurate description or phrase that might give you an idea of how she is. She keeps people guessing with her actions and reactions; for one never really does know how she'll react to something. She's unpredictable, and that's probably what draws so many people to her. The best way to describe Akilee?
She's the kindest, most charming weirdo of a girl you'll ever meet.
Starting with the largest chunk of Akilee's personality, you'll find that she is indeed weird. And not the kind of weird where she has one or two odd quirks that make people not want to be around her. Oh no. In fact it is how weird she is that draws most people to like her. The easiest way to put it is she is the best kind of weird. Akilee's weirdness never ends either. She is a total and complete space cadet in the best kind of ways. Akilee is the girl you'll find staring off to space one second, then snapping into a conversation the next. Nine times out of ten it seems as if she isn't fully there when being spoken to or engaging in conversation; and that notion is probably right. Akilee's brain is a very unique way in the way she thinks. While most people seems to have a one track mind--focusing on one thing at a time, Akilee is often thinking about many different things; most of which don't even relate to one another. Akilee has so many quirks and habits that they're hard to keep track of. It honestly doesn't matter how much time you've spent around her, she'll always find some new quirk or gesture to throw you off or surprise you. She's always coming up with new things to say or new things to do that people don't expect. She'll often quote phrases from unknown sources, or say things that randomly pop into her head even if they don't really make sense. Her ability to connect things is quite the art form sometimes. It seems as if she makes no sense to the point of where her nonsense starts to make actual sense. Her logic is totally unique, unexplainable, and entertaining. Perhaps it's because she is indeed always thinking. There is always something on this girl's mind, even if she's thinking of totally odd notions such as turning an ice cream truck into her own personal melted ice cream bathtub. The funny thing? Akilee is not crazy. Not one bit. No one could ever find a problem with this girl. No mental illnesses or diseases, not a single dysfunction within her mind. She's just weird. She doesn't even have to try. It's just who Akilee is in every sense of the word. Without the random dances, sayings, gestures and habits, Akilee would not be Akilee.
Going hand in hand with the fact that Akilee is a total weirdo and freak is the fact that she's a big time dreamer. I mean, you thought your kid had day dreaming issues; Akilee is always dreaming. When she doesn't have someone to entertain, or anyone to keep her company Akilee can often be found staring out windows or up at the sky. Her beautiful pink eyes are usually stuck to that sky more than anything else. It's as if she feel some sort of connection with the clouds and stars above her. Other times she'll simply be in an odd position with her eyes closed-most of the time upside down. Akilee loves to hang upside down from things to get her brain juices a pumpin'. She couldn't explain to you why she does it, or what started that habit, she just does it. She'll hang from anything that will support her too; tree branches, beds, counters, bars, ropes, hell one time she was found hanging from a ceiling fan. Akilee has a free spirit, it's wild and it loves adventure. This spirit always seems to send her mind into day dream mode. She just loves thinking of things she could be doing, things she wants to accomplish. If Akilee has the urge to fly then she'll think of a hundred different situations where she's flying. Her imagination is so vast and wild she could imagine up a whole new world with things and creatures that no one else could conjure up. Her mind is actually a rather incredible thing. Sometimes the ideas and things she comes up with are amazingly brilliant which reflects the next personality trait that is evident within Akilee.
She's intelligent. Incredibly intelligent; to the point of where some people question whether or not she's a genius. She can put things together like no other. Akilee is good at figuring out all sorts of things. Her imagination greatly plays into her problem solving in many situations. If she can't figure out a logical solution she'll find her own using that vast imagination of hers. Akilee may not be the best at math or science, and she can't tell you anything about History to save her life, but she sure knows how to tinker with things. With an insatiable curiosity running rampant through her veins, Akilee is always picking things apart and piecing things back together, often finding ways to make them work better. Akilee is also more of an on-the-go kind of thinker rather than a planner. She couldn't blue print you a flawless way to rob a bank, but if you give her a few tools to work with, she could make it happen quicker than anyone else. She's incredibly slick and she seems to be able to get away with most anything. There really aren't many situations that Akilee can't get herself out of either by talking herself out of it or physically finding away to get out of the situation. This also makes it very easy for Akilee to get what she wants, but there aren't many times where you'll find Akilee manipulating people or using them. While she uses her intelligence to get her out of bad situations or to figure things out; she could never use her smarts to harm or use other people. It just isn't in her heart.
Akilee is kind. Akilee is probably one of the kindest people you'll ever have the pleasure to meet. Her kindness seems to radiate from her body, and it glitters in her eyes and smile. Akilee isn't selfish in the least bit, and is often seeing giving rather than asking. It's a very rare when you see Akilee asking for something, or putting herself before others. It just doesn't happen. Akilee would rather spend her time helping people then increasing her own self gain. Akilee is always first to help someone and last to ask for something. It's just in her nature. Perhaps it's because Akilee doesn't necessarily see herself as important as other people; or maybe it's because she enjoys helping others to an extent she cannot describe. Either way, Akilee is an incredibly warm and big-hearted individual. She's exceptionally good with all kinds of children and animals, being able to bond well with them due to her naturally happy and playful nature. For some unexplained reason, Akilee has an ability to simply click with them. Akilee seems to have a greater understanding of animals and children that most people can't fathom. And because of that, most people simply shrug it off by assuming Akilee is immature and therefore able to blend in with the equally immature children. But that in untrue; Akilee is actually incredibly mature. Akilee has more common sense than most people, and she can deal with difficult situations in ways that most people can't handle. Her maturity is higher than most her age or even some older than her; she just chooses to hide it beneath a playful attitude and a unique personality.
The biggest aspect of Akilee, in every aspect of her personality is the fact that she's genuine. There is nothing that she masks her personality with, she isn't fake at all. Akilee doesn't try to be someone or something else like most people do. Akilee doesn't attempt to hide her flaws, nor does she try to mask her oddities and random quirks that may put other people off. In all honesty, Akilee simply doesn't care what most people think of her. She knows very well that many people find her odd, and most wonder if there's a few screws loose in that head of hers, but she wouldn't change that. It wouldn't matter if she did care. Akilee lacks the ability to mask herself; she simply cannot do it. It doesn't matter if it's emotions or quirks; Akilee can't stop herself from doing something. Akilee's personality is so deeply rooted within her, she can't hide it. And while it shows she's incredibly genuine and sincere in the things she does; it opens a lot of possibilities to make this delicate young girl very vulnerable.
Akilee's inability to hide her emotions and her personality can put her to a great disadvantage. It makes Akilee very easy to use and manipulate; even more so, it makes it very easy to harm or scare Akilee. Unfortunately Akilee is gripped by a great amount of fears that some people may consider unreasonable if they didn't know her. It doesn't really take too much to break poor Akilee down into tears if you know her fears well enough. Akilee's kind heart was not maid to sustain sorrow or fear. Sure, she can handle stress and pressure, but if someone hurts Akilee; it goes deep. Akilee can always seem to find a way to blame herself when ever something goes wrong, and Akilee allows herself to be stepped on many times out of fear of being left alone. The abandonment issue runs deep within Akilee's very core; and she doesn't deal with it well.
All in all, Akilee is a kind hearted induvidual who cares more about people then she cares about herself. She's got a big heart, and a warm smile. She's always there for people and is always trying to help someone. She's strong willed and determined, and she doesn't let much get to her. Ambition runs through her veins and paired with a unique sense of optimism, it's hard to stop Akilee from achieving her goals. She never gives up, and no matter what's going on, Akilee some how manages to remain true to herself. She doesn't care what other people think of her and doesn't try to hide herself. She's learned that being herself is the best thing she can be, and with that knowledge she's learned to accept herself for who she is. Her struggles have crafted her into a sweet hearted girl who doen't judge other people and is almost always willing to give everyone a chance. Her fears run deep within her, but her oddities run even deeper. She's weird, whacky, totally odd and everything in between. After years of masking her pain behind a smile, Akilee no longer has the ability to mask her emotions which can make her incredibly vulnerable to people. She has a love for people that's unmatched, and cares for her friends deeply. She attaches herself to people easily and gets nervous when left alone. She has a constant fear of abandonment and so she treats those she has like gold. She's strong and can get herself out of most situations and she can even stand up for herself, but when faced with her fears she crumbled like a soggy cookie. She thrives on love, shines by being weird, and falls in fear. Akilee can be described as nothing other than Akilee.✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Forgotten History » Ariel and Dominick De'Moon were a loving couple. They had been best friends through out elementary school, and grew into high school sweethearts. Neither had known another love; nor did they wish to. They both had a passion for singing and both were incredibly gifted. After higschool passed, they travelled together singing until they made it big. Years stretched on and the singing duo were stronger than ever. After ten years of touring, preforming and winning awards, they finally decided to have a child. They wanted a family, they both longed for a sincere love that no fan could offer them. So, when Ariel finally became pregnant, the couple were absolutely delighted. They temporarily stopped preforming and settled down in a beautiful home up in the mountains of Colorado. Ariel took every step she could to ensure that little Akilee was healthy, she was determined to give her child every opportunity to grow and thrive; and she did just that. Nine months of love, care, and waiting lead to fourteen hours of screaming, pain, tears, and eventually Akilee Eyeris De'moon was born into the world. The baby they expected to see the doctor lift, was not the baby they saw though. And instead of smiles, shock crossed the couple's face as the doctor held up a pale baby with pure white hair over her head. The doctors swept the uncommonly quiet baby away before Ariel had even a chance to hold her. The doctors tested Akilee and after cleaning her up, they handed her to Ariel who questioning looked at the doctor. Did her daughter have some disease? Was there something wrong? Worry reflected in the loving mother's eyes as she clutched her daughter to her. The doctor smiled, and proceeded to explain that while Akilee was healthy, she was an albino.
That didn't phase the couple one bit.
Happy that their daughter was healthy, those heart warming smiles finally crossed their faces. Akilee opened her beautiful pink eyes for the very first time, and gazed at her parents. From that moment on, it was love at first sight.
The first few years of Akilee's life were filled with joy, love, and growth. Akilee grew and learned quicker than most children her age. Akilee knew how to hum and mumble tunes before she could speak, and shortly after she learned to speak she was singing. This little girl was following right in her parent's footsteps, learning her words through the songs they sang rather than the things they said. From early on it was obvious that Akilee was not only different in appearance, but in personality as well. She would say things that most children wouldn't understand because they were complex, she would dress oddly; and she was just odd; but in the best of ways. The two loving parents stayed home with Akilee for five years, and then they decided to return to work because they wanted to ensure they would be able to always provide for their daughter. And so they hired a woman to watch Akilee, named Marilyn. Ariel and Dominick did not want their precious daughter exposed to the harsh words from the media nor the constant attention from the paparazzi. Most people were not as openly accepting about Akilee's unique condition as they were. People stared, people pointed and said things; and they didn't want any of that to be made any harder on Akilee than it already was. Her parents would visit often; never missing a holiday nor a birthday. They were even there to walk her down the halls for her first day of school.
Akilee's torment started that very day. The children were not prepared to have a pale girl with white hair and pink eyes in their class. They stared at her, they asked what was wrong with her, many whispered and laughed at her; and few were bold enough to say she looked weird. When Akilee came home her parents were not there to comfort her, only Marilyn was there with kind eyes and a warm batch of cookies to calm the distressed Akilee. She did not understand why the children found her so odd. But that didn't stop poor little Akilee from attempting to enjoy school as much as possible. The years stretched on, and every year got a little worse. The children seemed to become more cruel as they aged. They started calling her names, then excluding her from activities, and eventually bullying her. It quickly became a daily thing for Akilee to come home crying and with bruises or cuts on her body from the other children. Akilee's parents were not as present as they had been in the past, and after several years of having only Marilyn to constantly rely on; Akilee had become incredibly attached to her. For the longest time Marilyn was Akilee's only friend. But in fourth grade a new boy came to the school. He was sickly looking, and in a wheel chair. His name was Oliver, and he had cancer. The other kids picked on him just as they picked on Akilee, and on the first day this boy shyly approached Akilee with a cookie in his hand. Akilee was surprised at the action, and hesitantly she took the cookie. The boy offered her a kind smile, and from that moment on they were friends.
From the first day, Akilee and Oliver were inseperable. They spent every day together, sat next to each other in every class, and hung out after school. One time Oliver took Akilee to the aquarium in the city; a far reach from her country home in the mountains. As they walked through the aquarium, Oliver pointed out all the different aquatic creatures that facinated Akilee. Then her eyes fell upon the most beautiful creature she had ever saw. It was a beautiful squid, effortlessly floating through the water. Little Akilee pressed her face against the glass and stared. Akilee couldn't explain why she loved the creature so much; but something deep within her just clicked. That was all it took for Akilee to be hooked. Oliver and Akilee went to the Aquarium every day after school. They had a friendship that was hard to come by. They told each other everything, and stood up for each other when they were picked on. They relied on one another, and seemed empty without the other. Oliver even seemed to get better in Akilee's presence, and after six months he was able to walk again. After two years of friendship, Oliver's cancer took a turn for the worse. He become bed ridden at the hospital, and Akilee went to visit him every day. Two weeks after being hospitalized, Oliver's organs gave out and he passed away in his sleep. Akilee arrived at the hospital the next day only to find an empty bed. Akilee ran to the nurse's station to ask where Oliver had gone. When informed of the news, Akilee broke down completely. One of the nurses came to comfort Akilee, and handed her a small wrapped box, telling Akilee that Oliver had left it for her.
Akilee arrived home, and opened the box. Inside was a knitted squid hat that Oliver had his mother make for her, and a small origami orchid he had made for her. Through her tears and sorrow Akilee smiled, and she pulled the squid hat over her head. From that day on the squid hat did not leave her head. The next day Akilee was hospitalized from a rather brutal beating she recieved at school. She no longer had her protector, her friend; she was left completely vulernable to the other children's bullying and torture. When Akilee's parents got to the hospital and found out what was happening to their daughter, they decided to move then and there. They packed up and decided to fly all the way to Chicago. Much to Akilee's dismay, Marilyn was unable to come due to a family she couldn't uproot and move. They moved, and as Akilee sat in their new mansion, she found herself all alone again.
Akilee's parents stayed with her for a while again, and it was like her first day of school all over again, except this time Akilee didn't have her parents walking her down the hallways. Clutching her books close to her chest, the scared little Akilee walked down those Chicago hallways with that squid hat upon her head. But the deeper she walked into the bustling hallway, the more Akilee noticed no one was staring at her. Barely anyone glanced at her, and those she did catch looking at her smiled at her as they passed. And for the first time, Akilee was not bullied at school. In her first class she was offered a seat, in her second class a boy helped her with a worksheet, in her third class she got four compliments on her eyes and hair, and at lunch she was even offered a seat at a pretty full table where all the kids asked about her, but didn't stare. Sure they were curious, but none of them laughed, no one snorted and pointed, they just accepted. Akilee walked out to the car with tears in her eyes, and as she told her parents of her new friends Akilee started to cry. Never in her life had she thought she would be accepted. She went to sleep soundly that night, actually excited to go to school. Things were turning around for her.
Weeks passed and before long Akilee was a big hit at the school. The kids loved her and her oddities, and Akilee loved them all. Akilee hadn't been that happy in a very long time. She even joined a small group of friends that sang together at small school gatherings. Akilee was finding her place in life. But just as Akilee was getting used to how things were, her parents had to leave again. They hired a new maid much younger than Marilyn, named Ashely. She was a bright young girl who seemed to have it all. Little did Akilee and her parents know, Ashley would not be as accepting as Akilee's new friends. Within the first week of caring for Akilee, Ashley found Akilee to be a disgusting being. She thought Akilee was ugly, and was jealous of all the friends Akilee was making. Akilee was odd, she was weird looking, and Ashley couldn't stand to see this freak of nature happy. And so, she snapped. She started yelling at Akilee until she was reduced to tears. She would call the young girl ugly, and tell her that all of her friends were only nice to her because they pitied her. When Akilee attempted to stand up for herself, Ashley released a wrath that would stretch on for three long years.
Ashley started to harm poor little Akilee. First just pushing or smacking her, but soon it become terribly violent. It seemed the longer Ashley was around Akilee, the more violent she got. Akilee endured the pain and sufferent silently, going to school every day with a fake smile to hide her pain. Ashley would work Akilee to death and when she didn't do something right, little Akilee got locked away in closets or cupboards for hours on end. Akilee quickly became terrified of these small places and often spent her entrapment screaming and crying. Akilee became more dependant on her friends, clinging to them more. No one knew what was going on with Akilee. Things peaked when Ashley tied a battered Akilee up, and burned "freak of nature" into Akilee's left side with a heated up butter knife. The wounds would never fade from her skin, like all the others. Akilee's skin could heal, but the scars would never fade for there was no pigment to fade into. The next day at school, one of Akilee's friends found Akilee laying on the girl's bathroom floor. There was a small puddle of blood, and Akilee's shirt was covered in it. When they lifted her shirt, Akilee's wound was revealed. The burns had ripped open and Akilee was losing a lot of blood.
Akilee was rushed to the hospital and her parents hurried home. When they saw what had happened to their daughter, they were outraged. They discovered it was Ashley and wasted no time in sending the girl to prison. Akilee's parents took a leave from their preformances, and stayed with Akilee. They would stay with her through high school. Never again did they want to be gone while their daughter was hurt. Akilee's wounds healed but the scars and torment didn't fade from her mind. Akilee was hurt deeper than she ever had been. After coming home, Akilee woke her parents up many nights from the screaming. They would go into her room to find her screaming in her sleep, crying and flailing as she relived the horrors Ashley inflicted upon her in her sleep. They took Akilee to a doctor and she was diagnosed with night terrors. She was prescribed a medication to help, but after an allergic reaction to the medications that caused her throat to swell up and for her to nearly suffocate, Akilee went to natural methods. She shrouded herself in dream catchers, special herbs, and all sorts of concoctions; and they seemed to work. Through out high school Akilee joined many activities. She was in theatre, several dance classes, but most of all were the singing activities. Akilee had the voice of an angel, very fitting for the girl with a heart of gold.
Akilee's revelation came at the age of fifteen. She loved to explore and wander the streets of Chicago, and quickly became known around the streets. One day, while walking along the more abandoned streets, Akilee found herself in an old antique shop. With a love for old things she searched through it. Finally she stumbled upon an old shoe box filled with keys. Carrying it up to the front where the owner was, Akilee asked what the keys were for. The man responded that he did not know. When Akilee inquired as to what their use was if he did not know what they were for, the man smiled and said something Akilee would never forget. "These keys are just like people. No one knows what they were made for until they find the keyhole that fits them. And when they find it, they open the door to a whole new world. Keys are unique, just like you." and with that, Akilee came to an epiphany. It didn't matter what people thought of her, or said to her. Akilee could never change who she was. And so, she picked out a couple of keys and decided she would never try to mask herself again. She would always and forever be simply Akilee. Life got better for her from that day on. She had her struggles, but Akilee fought through her insecurities and depression and managed to graduate at the age of sixteen.
Akilee wasted no time in attending college and just like in Chicago, she fit in very well and very quickly. The other students accepted her and loved her. They even gave her a nickname, Blacksheep because she was indeed so different but adored. Akilee's outer troubles seemed to pass and she thrived through out college. Just like in high school, Akilee graduated early with degrees in Marine Biology and Zoology. Akilee then got herself a job at the city's aquarium, first monitoring the animals and feeding them. But the more time Akilee spent with the underwater creatures, the more her talents with them started to shine. Akilee spent her free time with the animals, often staying late to sing to the whales or swim in the takes with the harmless fish. Akilee earned her scuba lisence, and even started working with the trainers. Her dedication and love for the animals shined brighter than any star in that speckled sky. Akilee had found her calling. At the age of nineteen, Akilee became an official trainer and preformed with the many marine animals at the aquarium.
She even named one of the whales after Oliver.
Akilee was happy. ✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----True Skills »Akilee is an amazing singer; just like her parents both are. It's most certainly a natural talent that was honed and almost perfected from the coaching of her music teachers and choir teachers. She never really took singing lessons, but her parents were there to help her learn the most important aspects. Akilee's singing is soft and sweet, often to calm or comfort people. She does indeed have the voice of an angel, and her singing seems to put anyone that hears her into a sort of calming trance.
Despite her small frame, Akilee is actually a pretty good fighter. She doesn't know any real fighting style, and was never taught how to fight. All that Akilee knows is what she learned from being battered and bullied through out her life. She's more of a defensive fighter if anything, but she does know how to break a nose or knock a person out if she really has to. She's a strategic fighter, finding it easy for her to read people and their movements so she can quickly find the best route to win. Her build helps her a lot, for she's able to dodge hits easier and it's very difficult to catch and keep hold of this young girl. She's small, she's never been taught, but she does know how to fight and protect herself or others if she needs to.
Swimming is one of Akilee's strongest skills. After spending so much time in the water and at the aquariums, Akilee's swimming is very strong. She can swim very deep and for a very long amount of time without having to worry about tiring herself or cramping. Another amazing feat about her swimming is that she's able to see pretty clearly under the water, and she can hold her breath for an insane amount of time for a human. The longest she ever topped was three minutes, but she can average about two under the water without breathing. Give her a snorkel and she can extend that several minutes, and even longer with an oxygen tank. Akilee is a very fast swimmer, and she can swim quickly either above or below the surface of the water. She's a very stealthy, strong swimmer.
Akilee's creativity is another skill of hers. It's a skill simply because it's such a big part of who she is and how she functions. Akilee can draw you a pretty picture, make up a song, or find a way to break into a house without getting caught. Her creativity provides her with a constant flow of thoughts, and ideas that she can use and morph to her advantage. Her creativity runs the way she thinks, and so she's often coming up with unique solutions for her problems and the problems of the people around her. She can understand complex or abstract things easier than most people, and can often solve them quicker. It helps her understand people and the way they behave and react to things. Akilee's creativity offers her a new persepective on things that can often help her out in bad situations. If you've got a problem, Akilee can find a way to solve it.
________{ • • • } FRAGMENTS STILL REMEMBERED✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Unforgotten Preferences » Dancing && Singing
Smiling && Laughing
Animals && Children
Star Gazing && Cloud watching
Day Dreaming && Thinking
Climbing things && Hanging from things
Finger painting && Doodling
Playing && Having fun
Squids && Octopi
Aquariums && Swimming
Snuggling && Hugs
Fish && Whales
✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Unforgotten Distaste » Hunters && Poachers.
Sushi && Other fish dishes.
Onions && Peppers.
Alcoholics && Drug addicts.
Know-it-alls && Egotistical people.
Piggish men && Whores.
High pitched noises && Styrofoam.
High heels && Dresses.
Rumors && Liars.
Judgemental people && Stereotypes.
✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Unforgotten Terror » Being alone && Being lost.
Spiders && Bees.
Screaming && Yelling.
Large fires && Disappointing people
Being followed by strangers && Being cornered.
Constriction && Getting locked away.
Closets && Basements.
Window-less rooms && Tight spaces.
Large dogs && Maids.
Needles && Medications.
Suffocation && Strangulation.
Losing her squid hat && Seeing loved ones harmed.
✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----These Are A Few of My Favorite Things » Her squid hat.
Her origami necklace.
Her key necklaces.
Three pictures. One of Oliver. One of Marilyn. And one of her parents.
A small pink messenger bag that carries her things.
A 32GB iPhone that is currently only equipped with the EtoW chat client, and her massive library of music.
A pair of blue and black monkey headphones for the iPhone.________{ • • • } SECRETS YET TO UNFOLD✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----[LOCKED]✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----[LOCKED]✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----[LOCKED]
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 6:38 pm
 ________{ • • • } THE DRAB FORMALITIES✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Username » windy-b e l l s✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character Name » Zephyr Storm LaVielle✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character Age » Twenty two.✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character EotW Username » orchidDust✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Character Color » Rosey Posie Lips________{ • • • } THE WOMAN IN THE MIRROR IS BUT A STRANGER✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Appearance » Zephyr stand’s about five feet and five inches and has what could be described as a willowy figure. She’s got muscles – Though they only show in her calves. Like most dancer’s she’s got very defined calves. One of the most attractive things about Zephyr’s physical appearance is her legs. She is lean in size and build – But not so that you can see her ribs. She might be skinny, but she works our and eats healthy to remain that way. Everything about her is toned, and one could compare her body to a sculpture in that manner. Zephyr's limbs are elegant and long, making it easy for her to exaggerate movement in such a way that tells a story.
Her skin has been compared to the color of creamed coffee. Some have said it reminds them of chestnuts. Her father said her skin tone was "mocha" and made hime want to eat her up. It glows with life, and has freckles here and there - Mainly on her shoulders.
Her face is round, and sort of doll like. Her head is not huge, but relatively small and sits atop a long, slender neck that curves in the most graceful of manners. Zephyr's grey teal eyes are wide, round, and doe-like. They have a way of looking right through a person, and generally give the impression that the soul with in is old and not a fool. She has thick, dramatic eyelashes. Zephyr's lips are big and full. Sometimes they're set in a smile, and other times a smirk.
Zephyr's hair is styled in what could be called, a dreadhawk. However, it is only shaven one side (the left), and it is not shaved all the way. Her dreads are shiny and healthy, and go down to her slender waist. Sometimes, the tips of it fade into a light blue, and other times they fade into red. She doesn't always feel like keeping up on the dye.
Her style of clothing can be summed up by a line in Rocker Girl by the Hot Toddies: "She wore a rocker shirt, and a hippie skirt." Zephyr often wears shirts that bear an emblem of some current favorite band, and flamboyant hippie skirts. Sometimes, she'll wear torn up jeans of any style, or cut off shorts. She never strays from her moccassins, or knee high converse as far as footwear goes. She loves jewelry, and has a tendency to wears lots of it. Always, and not matter what she wears a leather bracelet, reminding her of her mortality on her right wrist. On her left wrist, along with a myriad of colored bangles, are three bracelets that never leave it.
She wears a necklace that dons a little buddha, a pair of small silver dj styled headphones and a cannabis leaf at all times.On her right middle finger, is a ring bearing the namaste symbol.
Zephyr is a free spirit, and is into the the alternative scene. The fact that she has two tattoos is not that surprising. On her right side, she has an elegant orchid tattoo, and on the back of her neck she has a beautiful bird tattoo.
.________{ • • • } UNKNOWN DEFINITIONS OF CHARACTER✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Personality » As a child, Zephyr was well. . . boring. She wasn't adorable, nor was she a pain in the a**. She was just observant and said things just the way she saw them. Though she eventually grew out of that "boring" phase, the blunt way she had of speaking stuck. She has always told it how she saw it, and continues to do so. If she sees that a person is dimwitted and crazy, she'll tell them just that. If she sees a man has a huge truck with huge tires, she won't think to stop herself from stating, "You have a small d**k don't you?" If she thinks that shirt doesn't look good on you, she'll say so. She doesn't speak in a flowery manner, and prefers to keep things simple to get to the point. She doesn't lead people on, or drag things out. However, despite her love of blunt words, she also has a romance with sarcasm. She once convinced some one, through sarcasm, that she truly believed sarcasm was one of the worst things a person could utilize in their speech to hurt another human being. Some times, her words are dripping with sarcasm, and other times she hides it beneath batting eyelashes, and folded hands. Bottom line is, if she doesn't like some one, or something, everyone will know.
Zephyr doesn't worry about the little things. Nor does she base her decisions off of how they will effect her in the short term. She lives life in such a way, where she acts first and asks questions later. She doesn't over think things, she just does them. If she feels like skinny dipping late at night, she will. If all she wants to do is dance, and she is the middle of the city, surrounded by a sea of people, she'll put her ear buds in, and just dance. She doesn't worry about little consequences, and she lets most things roll off her shoulder. She loves to smile and laugh. She hates frowning and she can't stand crying. So, she does everything she can to make her laugh. She knows life could be better, but she also knows it could be worse. She does her best not to get attatched to ideas, or notions (though when she does get attatched to a certain idea - She never lets go of it.) and does her best not to worry about the material side of life. Instead she revels in the way she feels when dancing, or sparring and does things that most would never dream of - Just because she can.
Zephyr is quick with her tongue, and can't help but to make clever jokes based off whatever she is currently thinking of. Be it nerdy philosophy jokes, pop culture, or even jokes referencing to literature, she has a way of making people laugh. She never pulls punches, and finds that her tongue acts quicker than her tact. She always has something clever to say, no matter what the situation. She also has found, that over the past few years - Much of her humor is perverted. She is constantly chuckling at things like a cashier at McDonalds shouting out "Sixty nine!" and is finding more and more sentences to respond to by saying, " That's what she said."
Zephyr is a quick learner, who takes knowledge in like a sponge. Her clever eyes observe everything around her, and take note of anything that seems remotely important. Her nimble hands take the things around her, and memorize how they feel and how just to handle them. Zephyr reads literature of all sorts, and loves reading religious works such as the Koran and the Bible. She is constantly researching things that pique her interest, and is quick to grasp concepts that some seem to struggle with. A good example of this is how quickly she learned different languages, and how well she can speak them. (Note from Windy: If you expect me to know these languages, you're SOL xP If you want Zephyr to speak 'em, I'm using a translator! D;< ) She has learned French, Mandarin, Spanish, German, and Italian. She plans on learning Japanese and Russian as well. She has a way of looking at the world in such a way, that she understands most things in terms of how they are related to one another. She constantly finds how things are connected, and revels in it. She looks for cause and effect, and is always looking to understand. If she is confused by something, it merely makes the curiousity within her burn all the more brighter, and seeks to make it so that she understands.
It takes a lot to make Zephyr angry. She generally takes things in stride, and lets things that annoy her or sadden her wash over her like rain. She doesn't let it soak in, or wallow in such things, because it feels wrong to her. Though it's easy to annoy her, it's hard to make her hate you. When something goes wrong, she doesn't freak out or begin to shake. She simply takes a deep breath and looks at things with a clear mind. She handles herself well in high pressure situations and always looks at all her options when the going gets tough. Though she has lived life under the wings of a rich hippie and his artist wife, she has observed what people must do to survive, and constantly tells herself it could be worse. Since her father left her to her own devices, she was forced to experience the world with out protection and with newborn eyes. And not once did she tremble, or stumble. She held her head high, and kept her path. No matter what - She keeps going forward.
{More detail may appear here. For now - This is Zephyr in a nutshell} ✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Forgotten History » Zephyr Storm's life story seems to be one of an eccentric Indie movie they would play at all those film festivals. They would call it witty, and heart rending. All the hipsters would love it, and all the Indie kids would own it. It would win this award and that award. A lot of people wouldn't get it. They might find parts of it depressing. Really though, her life story is a little hard to believe. But it happened none the less. Zephyr was the child of an eccentric rich couple, that could be defined as nothing more or less than a pair of hippies. Though you wouldn't know it now, she was raised in a good environment, with loving people, and anything she could ever ask for. Her father was in all truth, a "trustafarian" and her mother was an artist. They lavished Zephyr with gifts, and freedom. They moved constantly, from one city to another, from country to country. They simply could not stay in one place for too long.
Zephyr found herself lost in a whirlwind of unsettled adventure from the day she was born. Her first year was spent in a small town, that was made up of two kinds of people; peace loving hippies who worked for a living, and retired Christians. Her family soon moved to San Fransisco, where she spent years two to three. The only thing she really remembers about San Francisco is the smell of the ocean, the trolleys, and a little doughnut shop on the corner of this street, and that road her father always took to get to it. Just before her fourth birthday, they moved to Oregon. Then, they left the country for Europe. Years four through seven were spent in France, and half a year after that was spent in Denmark. They went here and there, struggling it seemed to find a home. Zephyr didn't mind it, but she didn't quite like it either. She found that she was alone, and as a child - She didn't want to be alone.
Finally her family settled in a place that seemed impossible to Zephyr's comprehension. Zhengzhou City, in the Henan Province in China. The city was huge and terrifying. And yet, it intrigued her. She had been to cities, but nothing like this. Zephyr didn't understand anything; the billboards, the street signs, the music on the radio, the people on the television. All of it was new, and completely foreign to her. And she absolutely adored it. Perhaps what she loved most about Zhengzhou, was the fact that they lived there for eight years, and out of every other place they ever lived, she felt at home. It was odd, how quickly she took the place, and how eager she was to immerse herself in everything that was China. She was excited for the first time in her childhood, and it showed in the way she jumped to learn the language, and the way she constantly asked questions and sought answers. Now dear reader, the reason there has not been much to tell you of Zephyr’s life up until this point, is because Zephyr did not truly live until this point. Yes, she was only nine years old and really hadn’t had much living to go through, or self discovery to endure.
But, she was also a boring kid to the rest of the world. Her parents thought she was an amazing kid, and saw her for her intelligence, her inquisitiveness and her creativity. They were her only friends from the day she was born. She never made friends, and she never bothered to impress any one but her parents. As a kid, she saw no point in friends or close relations if she was just going to end up moving again. And so, most people saw her as boring. And perhaps, for a young child she was incredibly boring. She acted too mature for most people’s liking and Zephyr decided that there was no point in being otherwise if she was just going to be lonely anyway. But all of that, changed in China.
The exact moment cannot be pin pointed, but it can be guessed. Zephyr remembers vivid colors; red and gold. They grabbed hold of her gaze, and captured her imagination like no other. It was their third week in Zhengzhou and it was Zephyr’s second excursion out into the city with her family. School wouldn’t start for her for another month, and there was not much for the nine year old to do. And so, she went with her mother on a walk, or some other kind of nonsense. She walked alongside her mother, refusing to hold her hand to show the terrifyingly big city she was independent and fearless. And then they passed in a slow motion flurry of brilliant red and gold; a group of smiling Buddhist monks, all light and Jovial as their sandals hit the pavement. As they passed, she looked up, eyes wide and brimming with something that she cannot place, even today. One met eyes with her, and ruffled her hair as he passed whispering "Namaste" as he did. She turned to watch them, the colors of their robes seeming to glow in the sunlight. Something in her changed, and suddenly she wanted live.
It was shortly after this encounter, that she saw her first kung-fu movie ever. After watching Bruce Lee kick so much a** in Way of the Dragon she decided that she wanted to learn Kung Fu and kick the a** of anyone who intimidated her (which was nearly anyone who talked to her). And so, after a whole week of begging and pouting, her parents decided that it would be good for her. So, they took to the Shaolin Temple, where she was tutored Kung Fu, and learned more and more about Buddhism. Both were teachings that she soaked in like a dry sponge.
It took Zephyr all of a month to earn her white belt. In fact, they gave it to the day before she started school. She went to school wearing the belt, and a grin. Every kid she met, she bragged about her belt too. Every person that inquired about it, got a nine year old’s rendition of the trials that lay before a person seeking their first belt. For the first time ever, Zephyr was willingly being extroverted and social. And. . . She liked it.
In China, Zephyr found herself. Perhaps that has already been made clear. But the fact of the matter, is that Zephyr fully believes that if she had never stepped foot in China, she would be the same extroverted bore she was as a kid. They stayed there for the next eight years, and for Zephyr those years were her happiest. She continued on with her studies in Kung Fu, and when she was thirteen she recieved her black belt. Even after that, she could not keep away from the temple. She went there every weekend both to practice and to continue learning. It also helped that her best friend, Cheung, was a monk there. In Cheung, she found something she never truly did before - Familiarity. And she liked it. Cheung was a shy, soft spoken monk who wanted nothing more than to learn. She wanted just as badly as he to learn, but as time went by she became less and less shy and more and more outspoken. She teased Cheung constantly, just to make him blush, and she never gave him any less than the brutal truth. They would speak for hours about life, the universe, and what ever else came to mind. Every weekend was like this, and Zephyr liked it that way.
The day Zephyr earned her black belt, Cheung was there with a proud grin, that said, "That girl is my dearest friend." When it was all said and done, he came up to her, wearing that proud smile that warmed Zephyr to the core. From his robes he pulled out two small pieces of paper and handed them to her. Zephyr raised a brow, and he responded, "The ballet." Zephyr laughed at the thought of it, but found that she liked the idea. And so, that night she and her monk friend went to the ballet. Once more her life was changed. She watched as men and women brought to life a tale of incredible beauty and melancholy with no words, or acting. Simply movement. The grace and elegance of it captured Zephyr and enthralled her. With wide eyes she watched, and at the end of the night her heart knew what it wanted; only to dance. She gave Cheung a hug and a kiss for the beautiful gift he bestowed upon her.
The very minute she returned home from the ballet, she begged her parents to let her learn to dance. Even if they had one reason on the earth for telling her no, or discouraging her, they could not. The look in her eyes was that of sheer elation, and they were rendered speechless. They said yes straight away. With a loving smile, her father insisted on helping her pick out the perfect school to take lessons at. He took her all over Zhengzhou, and its surrounding areas so that she could watch the students as they danced, and the teachers as they taught. He asked them countless questions, and let Zephyr do the same. It took three weeks for Zephyr to find the perfect place. It was a small dance studio in an odd neighborhood, on a strange street that had nothing going for it (except perhaps the cherry blossoms). The woman that ran the dance studio was named Lan, and she grew orchids. Zephyr watched her dance, and couldn't believe her eyes. The way the woman moved reminded Zephyr of petals on the wind and rivers flowing with a grace no human could ever have. Zephyr knew if she wanted to learn to dance - Lan was the person she needed to learn from.
After a moment of hesitation (a moment in which Zephyr's heart nearly stopped), the woman with eyes that reminded Zephyr of the night sky agreed to teach Zephyr how to dance. So, for three nights a week, every week Zephyr rode her bike down to nameless dance studio, and learned everything she could about about dance. Lan started her with ballet, thinking that that was the only one the girl wanted to learn; after all, ballet was romantic and sophisicated. But Zephyr craved more - She wanted to soak it all in and make it apart of her. Lan didn't realize this until she caught Zephyr trying to mimick the moves she had seen in a movie that depicted swing dancing. With a small smile that reminded Zephyr of the very orchids the woman took so much care to grow, Lan decided it best to teach the girl everything she herself knew - And more.
Swing dance.
Flamenco.
Belly dance.
Modern dance.
Latin dance.
Jazz dance.
If Lan didn't know it, she would find some one who did to teach Zephyr. And most of the time, she too would learn with the young girl. She did everything with in her power and more, to make sure that the girl's craving was satiated. And in doing so, she helped Zephyr transform into a young woman. For the next three years, Lan taught Zephyr as much as she could, and was pleased to see that Zephyr soaked it all in like a sponge.
After three years, Zephyr's parents grew anxious. They had seen her practice, and they had watched her perform her own steps in the comfort of their home. But they had not seen a single true performance yet. Zephyr's first recital wasn't truly anything extravagent - But it was "magical" as her father put it. Zephyr insisted two things; It be she and Lan, and that they perform for the monks at the very temple she first found discovered passion at. The practiced the routine for months, and finally on a midsummer night, they were ready to perform. The two told a story - Of chaos, and order. Of life, and of living. Of turmoil and of growth. With nothing but the light of the moon and flame, they wove a tale with the movement of their own bodies about orchids and rivers. They did not dance in such a manner that fit into any one style - On in such a way that expressed beauty and elegance in an enchanting manner. They got a standing ovation made of gold and crimson.
The next week, everything changed.
Her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.
With in two weeks, they were on an airplane heading back to the states. Cheung saw them off, in order to give Zephyr two gifts; a necklace with a smiling buddha, and an impromtu kiss. Zephyr wept during the flight, in silence. The next year was spent in a small town in Oregon, and a hospital that cost Zephyr's father quite a bit. During this year, her mother had her ups and downs. Zephyr focused on finishing up highschool, and getting into a good dance school. Every moment she had to spare was spent with her mother. For a while, the doctors said she was going to pull out of it just fine. However, she didn't. She took a turn for the worse, and no matter how much Zephyr's dad spent, no matter how much they begged or prayed, her mother just couldn't get better. Nine months after being diagnosed, and the day Zephyr recieved her acceptance letter into the school of her dreams, her mother died.
That was when everything fell apart. Her father didn't take his wife's death in stride. He withdrew from the world in its entirety, even Zephyr. He stopped smiling. He quit eating. He slept all day, and stayed up all night. Zephyr had no idea what to do for him - Nor did she know just how far he had fallen. One night she came home from an evening with the friends she had made at the highschool only to find her father laying on the floor, eyes in the back of his head and limp. He had over dosed on heroine and she had found him just in the nick of time. When he recovered, he checked himself into rehab, promising his daughter that he would never touch the drug again and he would be a better father. Two months later, he disappeared from the rehab center and from Zephyr's life.
Zephyr was to begin school in a month, and she had to move across the country to do so. With out so much as a tear, she moved herself to the city, and into her dorm room. She had no money to live on, and she had barely enough to pay for school thanks to her father's disappearing act. Zephyr searched and searched for a job, and found that very few people were willing to hire a girl with dread locks, and little job experience. Finally, half way through her first semester she found work. It was not the ideal job - But it paid well. She found herself using the name Star Dust, and dancing for men with singles at night so that she could feed herself and continue on with school. There was no shame in it for her - But there was no thrill.
At least, she could still dance. ✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----True Skills » .on petalled winds and moonlit stages.
Do I really need to emphasize on this? Zephyr's truest talent and purest passion lies within dance. She can move her body as fluidly as a river, and move her on her feet as though she were walking on air. Her limbs become an extension of an abstract story that she sees with in her mind, and tell the tale with elegant and enchanting movement. Need I say more?
.touche & riposte.
During her year or two in France, her parents enrolled her in a fencing class. As with most things, she learned fast. She did well in her class. She however, saw fencing as a useless skill and honestly as picked up a sabre since her last class. Chances are, if challenged to a match - She'd lose.
.and everybody was kung-fu fightin'.
Zephyr has her black belt in Kung Fu. In fact, she earned said black belt at the Shaolin Temple in Zhengzhou city. And unlike fencing, Zephyr loves Kung Fu. She practices in the art every day (even if it's only for twenty minutes) and finds her center while doing so. Because of Kung Fu, she finds it easier to stay calm in hard situations, and can keep a reign on her emotions. She has never used Kung Fu in an offensive manner, and has never had to use it to defend herself (though there have been instances where she got very close to doing so.). However, that does not mean she couldn't whoop some a** if provoked. ________{ • • • } GHOSTS STILL REMEMBERED✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Unforgotten Preferences » Warm weather
Sunny days
Flowers (Orchids are some of her favorites. However lilies and daisies are up there too)
Jewelry
Mary Jane
Music of all sorts. Especially live ;D
Dancing.
Practicing her exercises in Kung Fu.
Solitude when she needs it.
Fresh air.
Meadows.
Long drives.
Clubbing.
Meeting new people.
Hearing people's "stories."
Ferrets.
Birds.
Day dreaming.
Cloud watching.
Philosophy.
✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Unforgotten Distaste » The cold
Sailing (she gets seasick)
Hairless moles
Snakes
Most amphibians and reptiles (She likes pythons though. Especially the yellow and white ones)
Chat speak.
Feeling lazy.
Being cold.
Girls who say "like" a thousand times in one sentence.
People who believe themselves superior to everyone else.
Guns. (They make people lazy)
Those who refuse to open their minds.
Being afraid, or showing fear.
Hard drugs (Meth, heroine, cocaine ect.)
✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----Unforgotten Terror » Zombies!
Being alone and without a home.
Really big bugs.
Rats with red eyes.
Being left in the middle of the ocean.
Drowning.
Breaking a leg.
Succombing to her vices. ✖ [ ♣ ♦ ♣]-----These Are A Few of My Favorite Things » The buddha necklace around her neck.
Her wallet which contains a picture of her parents, a picture of Lan dancing taken from the cover of pink and white orchids, and another of herself and Cheung as teenagers.
An old satchel with an assortment of keychains attatched to it, the one that sticks out most is a small wooden giraffe that once belonged to her mother.
An old beat up ipod with a myriad of music. The playlist she finds it on is entitled "Memento Vivere."
An old stuffed elephant that looks rather mirthful, despite the fact it hasn't been washed for ages, and has lost all of its fluffy softness.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 6:58 pm
Username: Nastavit
Character Name: William Robert Gray
Character Age: 21
Character EotW Username: GrayTea
Character Color: Dark gray
Appearance: Bill is a tall man, and is always sporting a scruffy look. His hair is long, dark, and wiry, sticks up in the most random of places, and has a couple of misplaced grey strands. His eyebrows are thick and dark brown and the right one sports a scar that splits it down the middle. He has the softest blue eyes that mesmerize the women he meets. His lips are rosy pink, but always have a chapped-look to them. His cheeks and the upper part of his neck are always covered in a black, rough beard that doesn’t grow over a centimeter in length. He shaves the moustache.
He’s always found in blue jeans that have been worn, frayed, and stained with God-knows-what. Sometimes, they have holes, sometimes they have thin spots, but they all rest on his hipbone and are loose down the leg, bunching up on top of dog boots. He likes to wear vintage tee-shirts from the seventies that have old logos like “Enjoy Coca-Cola” or “Led Zeppelin”. The tees typically form-fit his toned figure. By no means is he a man who loves the gym, but he does like to swim, so it keeps him lean and fit. On top of the shirt, he likes to wear wool trench coats and over-sized hoodies during winter months and button-down plaid long-sleeve shirts with the sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone during the summer months. He is never without a silver wristwatch and sunglasses that don’t help against the sun.
Personality: Bill is a man who doesn’t like to be in the spotlight. He’s quiet and reserved, standing behind the group and silently listening to the conversation. Of course, he’s always a part of the fun and he doesn’t observe in a stalkerish way, but he rarely interjects. He likes to stand back and watch other people. He thinks that by being the silent type he will attract more attention, thereby increasing his chances of getting noticed by a cute girl. So far, it has worked out with a 30 percent success rate.
Bill is a funny guy. He’ll be observing the people and listening to the conversation and then interject at the right moment to say something funny. At the same time, a lot of his humor is perverted because he is perverted. He’s always thinking on the dark side of the Moon, and, even if you didn’t mean it that way, he thought of it that way. He is very good at hiding the perversion, though, only really showing it when he’s with all of the guys. With a couple of guy friends, he’s typically more open and speaks more, laughing and carrying on with his childish humor. If even one female enters the group from then, he’ll become Mister Handsome Quiet Man and try to capture the woman’s attention.
He likes women. Plain and simple. He likes their curves, their walk, their talk, their smell… everything. He finds attractive qualities in all women, too. He’s not one to look simply at her physical appearance, but at her emotions and personality, as well. Granted, their looks have a role in the way he looks at them, but he can typically get along well with any woman. He’s got that charm that women adore (or so he thinks), so he uses it to try to get with any woman he wants. That theory works about 50 percent of the time. He doesn’t push it is a woman says “no,” either. He simply says, “I’m sorry for wasting your time,” and leaves it at that. After all, he is a gentleman.
He’s an Internet-familiar, constantly going on random sites and becoming to a woman the man they really want. On the Internet, he’s much more open and speaks much more because he’s not limited to talking and looking at a woman. Plus, he stumbles over his words when speaking. It’s an impediment that doesn’t stop him when he moves to text speech. He’s gotten with 90 percent of the women he wanted while using the Internet. It doesn’t hurt that they all loved scruff on their skin.
Bill likes sex. Once again, plain and simple. He’s a man who doesn’t like to keep tied-down to one woman, but instead goes out with many on little dates. Dinner, a movie, and then sex back home on the couch, because he doesn’t want to get his sheets dirty. He only has one set, after all. Some might call him a playboy or an a*****e, but he simply takes advantage of the fact that women sometimes need a man for the night. Sometimes he keeps in contact, sometimes it’s a one-night fling. For him, it depends on what she looks like and what her personality is.
He doesn’t like to be called William or Billy. Bill is the name he uses, and it’s the name he wants you to use. Nothing else.
Forgotten History: Bill was the first surviving child of his mother and the second child of his father. His brother, Arnold, was nearly fifteen years older. After Bill, the couple tried to have more children, but all ended in failure, with two miscarriages. When he was three, his parents divorced and Bill was forced to live with his father and brother. His father constantly had a new girlfriend, and Bill was often left alone after Arnold left for college. When Bill was seven and he started school, his father finally settled with a bimbo woman with huge breasts and long legs. From that woman came three kids, Victor, Lacey, and Lauren. Lacey and Lauren were identical twins and Victor was a mentally retarded child. His parents constantly left Bill in charge of the kids and subsequently Bill hated his life at home.
When he was fourteen, he moved in with his mother and went to high school. Just as the first semester began, his mother fell terminally ill with ovarian cancer. In order to pay for medical costs, Bill started working a part-time job on the side of school and lived with his brother, Arnold. When he was twenty, his mother died, leaving Bill with very little. He kept some of the things he held dear, as well as some heirlooms, gave the rest to his grandmother, and sold the house. He used the money to buy a car. He is currently in school.
Now that basics are over, let’s get to the dirty. Bill lost his virginity at the young age of thirteen to Victoria Harter, a fourteen-year-old. Yeah, he knew what sex was when he was ten, and they did it. After that, he didn’t do anything too promiscuous until he hit sophomore in high school. Then he started dating all sorts of women, mainly through Internet. They saw him as a handsome young man, and he saw them as a source of v****a. He had sex nearly twenty times with people sometimes twice his age (and they knew about it) before he graduated. When he hit college, he stopped the Internet thing and began seeking some college-mates. A few went with him, but most ended up slapping him. He always bounced back, though, and kept on going. So far, he’s done the dirty seven times in his three years there, all with different girls. Not quite the twenty, but he was more mature about it. He was better at it.
Unfortunately, all his romping around found his friends, and, although some of the guys high-fived, most of the group shunned him. He was then just the typical party guy who didn’t have an actual friend. Luckily for him, he had a nice place with his brother and his job as a cook for a high-end restaurant on the weekends gave him some money to do fun stuff every now-and-then. His current interest is Victoria Harter. She’s a year ahead still, and she’s probably the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. She may have a boyfriend, but according to the way she acts with him, he knows it’s not gonna be long before Bill’ll be up to bat. He reckons that since you never really forget your first time, she’ll just crawl back to him now that’s he mature. Too bad he really isn’t.
True Skills: Bill is a damned good cook. He had to be for the time he was with his mother and the time he was with his brother. Also, his job as a cook needs him to be a good cook.
He’s a player, really, and can get a lot of women to like him. Though not in person.
Unforgotten Preferences: Girls, girls, girls
Vintage s**t
Cooking
Pool (billiards)
Pool (swimming)
Video games
Doorknobs
Unforgotten Distaste: Dudes
Talking
Bugs
Yelling
Big boobs (he likes the girls, but massive knockers just annoy him, especially when they’re fake; this however can change if the boobs in question work well proportionally with the woman’s figure))
Unforgotten Terror: Cancer
Children
Being a father
These Are A Few of My Favorite Things: A Trojan condom
A silver wristwatch
Sunglasses that don’t do s**t against the sunlight (nearly clear lenses)
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:28 am
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[☩➸☩]Username: Volan d Vol
[☩➸☩]Character Name: Adam Vee Scott
[☩➸☩]Character Age: Twenty-three Earth cycles around the sun.
[☩➸☩]Character EotW Username: [DOA-Vesica]
[☩➸☩]Character Color: Darkgoldenrod
{ • • • }Ҹou Ӎay Йot ζike
[☩➸☩]Appearance: There is a definite air about Adam that warns you that this man has seen and done things few can speak of, he is well toned and muscular in the places that matter especially for combat. He has done morning exercises all his life and was a football player when he was in high school however, shortly after he graduated he decided to serve his country and see the world a bit. He has a well squared jawline that is proportionate to his head, his hairline sits exactly where it should, it being a nice full head of brown hair, his nose is also well placed and not to large either. His eyes are not to far apart or together, they seem to be well spaced and his eyebrows are none to bushy or thin just about the right size on either side of his face. His lips are very light shade of red, and his mouth isn't extremely wide nor is it extremely small either instead being just about in the middle, the only thing a little bit disproportionate about his upper body is his slightly long slender neck.
His eyes are a rather dark blue that always seem to be watching for something, as though waiting for something to happen, except when he smiles then they warm up a little bit to make him look rather handsome. His hair is cut a little short though no longer in the old military fashion that he used to wear, however he keeps his face clean shaven and smooth never allowing stubble to grow to far. He doesn't have to very much hair except in the places that it is supposed to be and even then it isn't very long, he obviously did not gather his grandfather's genes whom was a rather furry man. His arms are long and muscular with a single tattoo on his right shoulder just right for his height which stands at a rather tall six foot and three inches, his hands are very big though, however not freakishly so. They appear bigger then they are because they are rather muscular and round due to years of honing them, they look a bit like an electrician's hands honestly in most places you can clearly see his knuckles.
Adam has a muscular chest where his abdomen is well toned as well as his upper torso, there doesn't seem to be a single bit of fat looming around in sight, obviously whatever he does makes sure he doesn't gain weight. Moving down to his lower body his legs are also lean and muscular from days of running or jogging as well as doing many other physical activities involving his legs. His feet are very thin and you can see the tubular bones in his feet where the skin has tightened around the tops of both his feet showing that he has done a lot of practice in some style of martial arts. His shins are nothing but bone, there doesn't seem to be a single bit of nerves or tissue in front of them, aside from of course the thin layer of skin that separates them from the outside world. All in all Adam has a most athletic build of someone that has done a whole lot of physical training through out his life, the perfect body of someone that is a survivor.
As for outwear, Adam prefers rather simple sets of clothing, things that don't move to much or make to much noise like Underarmor shirts that fit rather close to the skin, BDUs that can be pulled tight around the ankles. He also wears a most peculiar set of shoes that have no tread almost like a slipper, they make very little noise and don't leave a particular foot print in the ground either. Sometimes he'll sport a regular zip up jacket with a hood but on other occasions he will have a older military jacket, likely from the Vietnam era his grandfather had served in that particular war. Otherwise if he doesn't wear those particular objects he'll try to favor something a little looser like a t-shirt, some khaki pants, and the same slipper like tread-less shoes. He doesn't wear so much in the jewelry department aside from a small golden crucifix that used to belong to his grandmother, though he himself doesn't really believe so much in religion.
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[☩➸☩]Personality: As a matter of record one would have to break down his personality into a progressive chart, almost like a downward spiral starting when he was young and naive and then ending as he matured and got older. First of all Adam was a bright and kind young man that always wanted a little sister since he was young, he loved his parents and they loved him back with all of their heart. He was giving and always tried to help out his family ever since he could walk even learned how to cook for his mom when she first got pregnant with his little sister Dana about three years after he himself was born. He was a happy little boy without a care in the world and went onto grade school while his sister grew up a little bit behind him, he loved her almost more then anything in the world aside from his parents. She was someone he could take care of, someone he could talk to and share his experiences with, someone he could count on to be there.
Now we begin to progress a little further down the stage, now he was going from being a child and being able to view the world through such eyes to arriving at adolescence while his sister was just started her first year of sixth grade. He matured very well for his age though he was fascinated with the ideals of honor and justice, he was a very athletic boy ever since he was young he exercised with his father. So naturally he decided to join a sport and that sport was football, a most aggressive sport for someone that was so very kind and generous to others it seemed so odd. The ideas behind the game started to give away to a different part of his psyche, his more aggressive side, the side that never really saw much daylight during his childhood. He enjoyed the time he got to spend letting off a little steam, it was something he had never found an outlet for merely allowing all the foreign emotions to simply build up inside of him for the longest time.
During his high school years he soon found himself recruited into the high school's ROTC program, his parents were none to happy about this and of course his sister cried for a day thinking she was going to lose her brother. However Adam had grown to like the ideals of the military, he wanted to be apart of something greater then himself, he wanted to fight to protect his family. His family had hoped it would just be a phase that he would eventually grow out of though however Adam was rather passionate about it, he made a couple friends while he did it and went through high school. That was something Adam had never really had before, passion, it was probably one of the only reasons that they never actually tried to stop him from following his dream. He loved the ideals, they strengthened his own morals so after his graduation he celebrated with his family, then on his eighteenth birthday he enlisted into the military a bright young man with a heart of gold.
Now he was a young man, just joining the military and off to basic, it was harsh just as it is for all people and he felt like for the first week he wouldn't be able to handle it but soon it became easy for him. He was actually quite a natural since he was already so very athletic to begin with the work was soon easy and he tried to find new ways to challenge himself, his drill instructors were impressed by his passion and need to improve. He graduated from basic then went onto his job training, he had decided to go with some of the best of the best, the U.S. Special Forces. This is what would test his resolve, shape him into what he would become later on down the road, this was something unlike anything he had ever dealt with, they destroyed what he was and molded him into what they needed, a killer. His instructor was most impressed though how well he took everything as he taught him how to survive, how to kill, how to go into a combat zone and then leave without anyone ever knowing.
We now reach the final stage of his spiral, he has a colorful career full of missions which he isn't allowed to speak of, of which he did not actually "take part of" things that would shock the general public. However he was good at it ironically enough, the young man who was so warm and loving had become a rather efficient machine, a perfect well oiled tool set to more frightening purposes. But just as though he really was a machine he seemed to have an off switch, as soon as he would come back from doing the nasty business he did he would switch it off reverting right back to that kind warm young man. It was almost like he was two people, the kind young man that his parents had raised, and the military trained killer that had quite a kill count beneath him. However this was just how he operated, it is what kept him from suffering the same fate as those before him, with shell shock and post traumatic stress, he just learned to switch it on and off like a light.
[☩➸☩]Forgotten History: Adam Vee Scott born to Elden Vee Scott and Lissa Lyn Scott near the end of August, he was their first child since the couple had gotten married a year prior and was born healthy as can be. He was a bright baby with bright blue eyes that would later darken into what they would become today and a small tuft of blond hair that would eventually turn brown as he reached puberty. His father worked in an oil refinery off the coast and did a lot of work as their maintenance man, one of his distinguishing features were his large meaty fingers that were the size of sausages. His mother was a pretty woman with dark brown hair and a lot of supple features, a very kind and glowing woman even though she had just given birth to a baby boy shortly. Since he could walk he would exercise with his father and do what he did, his father had to be rather fit to do the things he would do for it was a little bit physically taxing if you weren't in fair shape.
Adam was a little lonely and ever since he could understand the concept he wanted to have a little sister, then three years later his mother would become pregnant with his sister Dana, he would learn how to cook and do things around the house during this time. He was very helpful for his mother and father since his father had to work very hard so that they could continue to live well he wasn't often around to take care of his mom. So Adam would cook and clean for her as much as his little body would allow until finally Dana was born another healthy baby to the Scott family. Adam loved her since he first set eyes on her, he would carry her around whenever his parents would allow him to, she would be his best friend and companion as they grew up together. She would cling to him and cry when he had to leave her to go to school and hug him tightly when he got back home, their parents couldn't be any happier with how the duo got along.
They were partners in crime, always looking out for one another and making sure that no one ever bullied the other, their relationship grew over time even as Adam began to reach the ages when boys began to mature. He still loved his sister all the way through grade school into middle school, always worked out with his father in their little bonding times, still took care of his mother and now also his sister. He was most mature for his age doing things that kids of normal parentage did not do, he would shop without his mother and get groceries when his parents could not do it. He did not make a great many friends during these times but he had a few that would come by and celebrate birthdays with him, just simple friends you would grow up with. His sister however would remain his best friend and companion as they grew up together almost inseparable when they weren't in school or off doing things the other didn't take part in like in Adam's case boy scouts.
But as Dana was starting sixth grade Adam was going on to high school finally, he decided to take up sports and got into football, he found he liked football a lot since it allowed him to express emotions he had never expressed. Since he was such a kind and bright young man he never allowed himself to express feelings of anger or violence so this was something new and interesting to him. His parents didn't seem to think the same way but they thought instead that they were proud of their son playing a "noble" sport something that they could come to and cheer him on. His sister was enthusiastic because she thought it was cool, she was a little tomboy because of how much time she had spent with her brother, call it a symptom of being mostly raised by him. Not like his mother neglected them or anything but she was busying herself with doing what she had always dreamed of doing, art type stuff that Adam was never really interested in.
Adam, unlike the rest of the male population of his school, did not really have a mind for dating or girls though he of course had a perfectly sensible outlook of men and woman, no he just simply didn't feel the urge. Never really thought about having a girlfriend and never did have one, he was happy that way really just wanting to focus on what it was that HE wanted to do instead of having to please someone else. He got remarkable grades in school, his teachers expected him to go really far likely earning himself a college scholarship through football or what not. However Adam found he liked the ideals behind the military and decided to become apart of the ROTC, there he would flourish though his parents would be none to thrilled by this new development in their son. He was enchanted by the ideas that his peers gave him, the idea of seeing the world and serving his country all at the same time, protecting his family and the families of all his nation.
He'd go through high school participating in all the activities of a high schooler his age while also taking place in the ROTC then deciding to focus more on it in his last two years in high school and ditching football. His parents were beginning to learn that he wasn't just doing this as a phase, it really seemed to be something he was passionate about, which was probably the only reason they didn't try to actually stop him. They had never seen him so passionate about something aside from taking care of his little sister of course, so they allowed him to pursue it to his desire. It gave him another reason to live honestly and finally he felt like he had found something that he desired to be apart of, he had always somewhat halfheartedly taken place in boy scouts. Now he had something a little more real and a whole lot mature, something he could be proud to be apart of something in which he could make a difference for everyone.
So finally in his last year of high school he made it clear of his intention to join the military, his sister was completely against it but his parents condoned it because they knew it was making him happy. They celebrated his graduated and when he turned eighteen he enlisted and shipped off a month later with a weepy goodbye from his family his sister holding onto him until he had to pry her off. He shipped out to basic with a couple of his friends from the ROTC in high school and they all had Basic together, and though it was hard that first week Adam coped with it. He found it rather easy in fact deciding to challenge himself further, his drill instructors were most impressed by his enthusiasm and gave him the top marks in all of his training. In his last week of training he would say goodbye to his friends and make his way to his job training, he had decided to be in the Special Forces and his instructors had all helped him along with this so soon he would find his way there.
This was a whole different kind of training, this would tax the very limits of his soul, tearing his persona apart so that it could be reformed into what the military wanted and needed, a killer of men. He was taught how to hunt men, to fight with only a knife or his hands, he was taught to go into a combat zone and remove his target then fade away like a bad dream, he excelled in this greatly. Once again he surprised his instructors by the efficiency he showed in his training, he was one of the best pupils that their instructor had ever trained in his life as a instructor. The man grew to become a bit like a second father to Adam as he rose to the challenge of this new type of training, the man took him under his wing and taught him more then he had ever taught a student of his. Taught him things that would help him survive better then any individual could, taught him how to do things with his body that would shock and disgust the normal people of society.
Then Adam would graduate to become a full fledged Private in the military, of course this did not stay for too long as he found his way to Sergeant soon enough, by completing some rather risky assignments. He and his team were responsible for over five hundred enemy kills, he himself had killed some of the hardest targets, however he had an odd quirk about him that his fellows noticed. When he was out on a mission or in battle he seemed to be the killer the military had made him, very quiet calm and calculating, however when they returned to their cozy barracks he turned back into the bright young man he entered the military as. Some of them thought this was unsettling since they themselves suffered from nightmares among other things, however when asked about this he would laugh it off and tell them he just flipped the switch to off. No one really understood what he had meant by this since not all of them had trained under the same instructor, something he had said stuck with him, "Once you are able to kill mentally, the physical part will be easy. The difficult part... is learning how to turn it off."
He had learned how to turn it on and off, he had become good at that unlike his brothers in arms who had to cope with it in other ways, the boys that would probably end up having a wide variety of problems later on. Adam did this for a good long time, however when he was twenty-two tragedy struck his family, his parents both died in a car crash leaving his sister alone and unable to do anything about college. So Adam decided to retire from the military now and go home, he helped his sister through the tragedy though he did not mourn as thoroughly as she did he was still hurt. He helped put her through college by becoming a Deputy of their small little town, and so he lived after he sent her onto school not nearly as content as he had been once. But he took solace in the fact that his sister was going to have the life that she had always wanted, he would sacrifice his own happiness for her without a second thought and so it would come to pass until now.
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[☩➸☩]True Skills: Adam has learned a variety of things, each of them became reflex actions, he knows how to survive in any area, how to make weapons from nothing, how to get his own food if he has to. He also knows how to kill, efficiently, effectively, and most of all quietly, these skills are something that would never leave him no matter what, they have become ingrained into his being. However he also knows other things, like he knows how to cook, how to use computers effectively, how to drive, just normal things that he was taught how to do when he was in the military and such.
He has a very calm demeanor, something that help him speak to others and calm them down effectively, he just has a bit of charisma that he learned off his mother that can make people open up around him. His main problem is using it when he should, his experiences had made him a little more timid then he used to be, a little less trusting of other people.
Lastly, he has retained the ability to speak a couple different languages, one of them being Spanish, pretty much any place he had ever visited while he was in the military, even German, he isn't too fluent in a couple of them though mostly Spanish, German, and Korean.
[☩➸☩]Unforgotten Preferences: Starry nights.
Pizza.
Pasta of all sorts.
The Outdoors.
Seafood, including sushi.
Exercise.
A sister.
Being on his own in a vast forest.
Hunting with only his wits.
Peace and quiet.
Hearing other people's experiences.
[☩➸☩]Unforgotten Distaste: The sounds of battle.
The smell of burning hair.
Things lit on fire.
Sounds of women screaming.
Spiders.
Crazy homicidal rage.
Being Unhappy.
Clams.
[☩➸☩]Unforgotten Terror: Sound of grinding metal like that of a car crash.
Being trapped with no way out.
Seeing people tortured or mutilated.
[☩➸☩]These Are A Few of My Favorite Things: A picture of his family, mother, father, and sister.
A PDA that his parents got him when he started high school.
A golden cross necklace that belonged to his grandmother.
A old military jacket that belonged to his grandfather from Vietnam.
A small rucksack to carry things in.
A large knife with a serrated edge on the back, the very first one he made after his instructor taught him how.
A drawing of two knives that his instructor drew for him as a blueprint.
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