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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 9:23 am
Character List:
Active:
◍ Neeve Hapsburg - 152 Epsilon Street, Apartment 108 (TCH)
◍ Rukia M. Arisawa - Burnar House, Tea Rose Dorm
◍ Romulus Matteo Valori - Catian House, Lapis Lazuli House (TCH)
Currently Inactive:
○ Rei - Catian House, Powder Blue Dorm
○ Eraline et Initium - Wyvern House, Amethyst Dorm
Current Locations:
○ Rei - Stasis .
◍ Rukia - Coffee Caffe .
○ Eraline - Frozen in the garden .
◍ Neeve - Soon to be kicking Lucas Amsel's a .
○ Romulus - Danger Lake, with Fiore Lucano.
Soon to come?:
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~  ғeel free to call me. . . Rei υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . . Female чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. . Appears 16 The υniverse welcomed me on. . . December 25th, 2010 α lot of people say I'm. . . Rei is typically emotionless. It's rare her expression changes at all, much less a smile or frown. In truth, she possess little feeling towards anything, but as she spends more time around others, she begins to learn and express more. can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . .
'Rei' was created by a family of Old Bloods for use in a vendetta with another family. 'Rei''s body is of artificial flesh, and she bears a likeness to one of the higher members of the family, Benihime (Appearance reference), for whom she was originally based. She has no 'soul' of her own, for it is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to create one even by magical means, especially for those who spend their time draining the life and soul from humans. Similarly, Rei does not have a voice, and therefore cannot speak, but compensates via telepathy.
Though not a vampire herself, she does need larger amounts of energy than your average human in order to sustain herself, which she typically obtains from food, drink, and sleep, much like a human. Her sole purpose is to find an individual from the rival family and gather as much information on said individual and family, as well as to attempt to weaken them in any way possible. When the task is complete, 'Rei''s true potential will be unlocked and she is to efficiently dispose of the aforementioned person, after which she will be collected and return from whence she came.
To the Fuyu administration's knowledge, one day she appeared out of the blue on the front steps of the Academy, clutching a small white envelope that contains an acceptance letter no one recalled sending. She wore a starch white dress and stared up at the huge building looming down on her with vacant eyes as clear as glass. She hadn't the faintest idea where she was or how she got there(if it even registered in her mind). In the end, she was permitted to attend Fuyu, and seems to spend her time wandering the grounds and nearby town. αbilities? Yeah, I have . . . Telepathy- She is incapable of normal speech, but communicates well enough using her powers. Her silence also hides her ability to empathize with others' emotions, though she usually has no idea what is ailing them.
When 'unlocked' 'Rei' has all the powers of a mature vampire, including increased speed, agility, and senses. In this state she does not use any weapon, she was deemed capable enough with her bare hands. I love םoing these activities. . . ○ The sky
○ Nature, being outdoors
○ ....Cupcakes єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . . ○ Being alone
○ When others don't understand her
○ Fear мy homeroom and dorm room are. . . House: Catian
Dorm: Light Blue
Homeroom: Music & Arts чou see, I'm controlled by . . . [ Paradoxical Rukia ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 12:39 pm
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:20 pm
 ғeel free to call me. . . Arisawa M. Rukia (last, first) υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . . Female . чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. . 16 . The υniverse welcomed me on. . . January 4th, 1995 . α lot of people say I'm. . . Rukia is a quiet, shy girl who tends to keep to herself . She is intelligent, observant, quick-witted and loyal, but her communication skills aren't always at their best . She feels the need to apologize for everything that ever goes wrong; even though it may not have anything to do with her . She worries often, and is prone to exaggeration when upset . When sad, she usually draws in to herself, and doesn't like to talk about what's ailing her . Despite her small frame and quiet demeanor, she has a hot temper when provoked . can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . . Other than her peculiar silver-white hair, Rukia looks to be your average tiny Japanese schoolgirl . She grew up in a standard, middle-class family, with two siblings, though neither had any special abilities . She went to school, did her homework, had a few close friends, and listened to music and read in her spare time . But it wasn't always easy to hide her powers from others- or to ignore the feeling she was always putting a burden on others with her presence, especially her family . Because of her, they had to move several times, to prevent people becoming suspicious of the awkward, aloof daughter . When she was little, any strong emotion could activate her talent, something that got her into trouble more than a few times . Throughout her childhood she struggled to cope with the fact that she was different from all the other kids . She couldn't accept the fact that nothing could ever be normal for her, she never felt like she "belonged" anywhere . Her mixed-up emotions made it all the harder to control her abilities, resulting in further self-isolation, living in terror that anyone should find out about her hidden talent . Once, a friend saw her bending sunlight- her worst nightmare come true . She fled, and hid constantly- avoiding her friends and leaving school . Soon after, Rukia received a letter in the mail, inviting her to attend the prestigious Fuyu Academy For The Magically Inclined . She accepted the offer without telling anyone, and ran away from home . Here, she hopes to learn to control her powers and come to terms with herself . αbilities? Yeah, I have . . . Energy manipulation . Typically, she uses sound or light energy, but is capable of manipulating others as well . (For example, she can deafen someone by condensing and lashing out with sound waves, or bend light into fiery hot ropes (heat intensifies when condensed) or a blade of energy, though she still finds this technique to be somewhat of a challenge .) When she uses her power she wears a pair of thick white gloves to protect her hands .
She also has moderate skill with a katana, which she usually carries . I love םoing these activities. . . ○ Music . Always has her headphones .
○ Books, manga . Reading in general .
○ Nature
○ Swimming, soccer . (even though she's horrible at both)
○ A good adventure
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . . ○ Noisiness !
○The color red .
○ Egotistical, shallow people
○ Failure . She's a perfectionist .
○ Not being able to help someone or something . She's a stickler for receiving help, but always willing to give it .
мy homeroom and dorm room are. . . House: Burnar
Dorm: Tea Rose
Homeroom: Magics & Weaponry чou see, I'm controlled by . . . [ Paradoxical Rukia ]
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:42 am
NYAHOO!!! Rukia M. Arisawa...................... APPROVED!!!
Well... you've been posting around so... keep waiting for your dorm... working n that sweatdrop WELCOME TO FUYU ACADEMY
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 1:35 pm
Gizmo Daevenatore NYAHOO!!! Rukia M. Arisawa...................... APPROVED!!!
Well... you've been posting around so... keep waiting for your dorm... working n that sweatdrop WELCOME TO FUYU ACADEMY
Thank you.... Okay then smile
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 3:48 am
Dorm(s):
Hi there!
Rukia now has a dorm - Powder Blue Dorm
Her roommates are Katy Eve and Violet.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:25 pm
 ғeel free to call me. . . Neeve Hapsburg. Just call me whatever you'd usually call any teacher.Do not call me Neeve in class. υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . . Female. чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. . 11 years young. The υniverse welcomed me on. . . February 28th, 2000. α lot of people say I'm. . . Normally, extremely high energy, loud, and animated. Neeve definitely has an attitude. When she's serious (or studying) she reverts to her inner intellectual self; focused and serious, quieter than normal. When sad she prefers to be alone. She doesn't like to let others in on her feelings, and tries to keep herslef bottled up. In high-stress situations or emergencies, Neeve is the type to stay calm, figure it out, and depending, freak out later. She tries not to get angry much, and doesn't see the point of rampaging about with her displeasure. She only shows extreme emotion alone, when no one is around to see her beat the crap out of her pillow. can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . . Neeve was born in the nursery of the Hapsburg Sanctuary For The Supernaturally Gifted, to Lena and Oliver Hapsburg. Located in central Europe, the Hapsburg Home, as many call it, is a sanctuary for all those with special talents, odd quirks, and unearthly parentage. It accepts all ages, but has a high percentage of orphaned or deserted children ages 3-15. It is curriently under the authority of Priscylla Hasburg, Neeve's aunt. Her brother Oliver (Neeve's father) and his wife travel to the far corners of the world and back, helping those in need and rescuing those in difficult situations, and bringing them to the Home.
Growing up just like any other happy little girl, Neeve made friends, played, and attended the Home's small school. She was always curious about the world, and begged her parents continually to let her come along with them on their journeys. One day, they finally gave in. It looked fairly standard; a trip to eastern France to collect a child who had been recently found living of the streets of a small town. To everyone's surprise, it was a trap. For every person who supports the Home and its ideals, there is another who strives to destroy it. It was a group of evil masterminds, intent on capturing the lone Hapsburg heir, and experimenting on her as revenge for all the wrongs Hapsburg's sanctuary had done them in the past. No one really knows what happened in that laboratory, including Neeve, who was only seven at the time. Whatever was supposed to happen failed, and all of the knowledge and memories that belonged to the villainous organization were implanted inside of her body and mind. Eventually, Lena and Oliver Hapsburg were able to infiltrate the compound where their beloved daughter was being held, only to uncover the disturbing sight. They rushed Neeve home, but nothing could be done to reverse the damage. Maybe it would turn out to be more of a blessing than a curse, ne?
Four short years later, Neeve found herself seated between her parents, opposite Principal Kou of Fuyu Academy. There was nothing more her school could teach young Neeve, so instead she offered her a job. To be a teacher- a basic homeroom teacher, if that was all she wanted, not the greatest pay, but a little place of her own and access to Fuyu's vast library and resources. Reluctant to leave her home and two best friends, Christopher and Akiko, she agreed.
Neeve hopes to be accepted here, despite her young age, and wants to do her best at being a teacher. In her spare time she works towards getting two more degrees, in Advanced Relativity Physics and Vampire History and Studies. αbilities? Yeah, I have . . . As a result of the experiment-gone wrong, Neeve has all the knowledge of a good dozen of geniuses in several fields. However, she also has all of their memories, which plague her with the knowledge of past experiments, horrible plots, and other personal memories and experiences. Neeve never shares this information, for in fact she is terrified of them herself. She can also remember everything she has ever read, whether it's a book, document, flyer, homework assignment, etc.I love םoing these activities. . . ○ Libraries! Books, anywhere with a good supply of books.
○ Color: Maroon
○ Food(s): Flan, rice omelets, blueberry muffins.
○ Animal: Panda
○ Music: J-rock/pop, electronica, metal
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . . ○ People who ignore or disrespect her just because of her age.
○ Neon orange
○ Chocolate, mangoes, noodles, ice cream
○ Cooking. She can hardly make a cup of tea without the entire kitchen bursting into flames.
○ Country, rap, oldies.
мy class isn't boring, really! I teach. . . Homeroom 2B!I'm going to have to find one!Ӈouse, Яesidence:○Eirannes House!
○152 Epsilon Street, Apartment 108 (shared with fellow teacher Ba'al Yggdrasil) * чou see, I'm controlled by . . . [ Paradoxical Rukia ] (( * Get outa teh Frat House! ))
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:11 am
Layout: (excerpt from the song, "Stand Up" by Suzuki Masami ^ ^ )Ⓝｅｅｖｅ Ⓗａｐｓｂｕｒｇ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ______________ What, too young, you say ? 〖 I make a loose fashion statement Putting a taboo on freedom is a mistake Even if fun things get washed down When important things are in sight
It's a long way from the middle of the labrynth but But tomorrow my vision will return and I get to meet it
Stand up and be yourself! Seize your dreams. Stand up! Attain chance from somewhere else and escape death.
A few dignified tears can come afterwards. The extra glitter returns. Don't give up your feelings. Some day a miracle will come. Taking on a chance 〗 Dont't make me laugh .______________ _________________________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 8:56 am
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cяєω So, I know you're part of my crew and all, so I feel kind of like a jerk, but you need to add to Rei. Her history is invalid, even though she doesn't know what happened, you do.
And Neeve sounds like Eirannes to me!
Interested in a Student ID? Check it out!
Vote on how classes will be organized here!▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:08 pm
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cяєω So, I know you're part of my crew and all, so I feel kind of like a jerk, but you need to add to Rei. Her history is invalid, even though she doesn't know what happened, you do.
And Neeve sounds like Eirannes to me!
Interested in a Student ID? Check it out!
Vote on how classes will be organized here!▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀▄▄▀
The funny part is that it got approved in the first place xP
Sounds good to me! And thanks for the IDs, they're awesome~ ;D
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 11:02 am
 ғeel free to call me. . .
Eraline et Initium. Era.υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . .
Don't think I look like a boy, now do I?
чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. .
15 and 5 months, 13 days, 9 hours and a couple minutes.
Apparently you guys don't have that kind of technology yet.
Joking.~
The υniverse welcomed me on. . .
June 21st, 2048.
α lot of people say I'm. . .
I'm fiercely loyal and proud- something that's not exactly encouraged. When I start something I feel strongly about, I'm determined to see it through no matter the cost I go near blind to everything else, and can be reckless to the point of stupidity. Don't point a finger at my dignity, I won't take it for a minute. But if I care deeply about someone or something, I'll never let you down and protect it with everything I've got. Sometimes I'm quick to anger, and have no patience for slow or stupid people. When I'm mad, everything else goes into overdrive and you'd best just get out of my way. Just warning you; and I won't say it twice- I hate repeating myself. Sad; I cry, just like any other girl. It makes me feel weak and helpless-and I guarantee I'm far from it. Sadness usually doesn't last long; most often it turns into anger at myself or the cause of my emotional distress, and a burning desire to remedy the situation. Otherwise you can usually find me in a good mood: I'm full of energy and up for everything. I hate it when people act childish, so if you have something to say, say it. I'll just get annoyed while you dance around in circles. I like to relieve stress with exercise, the best ones are gymnastics and swimming.
can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . .
This sounds stupid, but I'm from the future. 2063, to be exact; and no, cars don't fly. No one has a robot butler, and everything is not chrome.
The world, or at least a huge part of it, is controlled by a totalitarian dictatorship. They are ruthless; punishing whoever, whenever they please. They torture those they suspect with no mercy, they exterminate whole cities, countries, civilizations if they dare step one toe out of line. If you think your world is bad now, you won't comprehend mine. Every last thing is controlled; controlled by fear, by hate, cowardice, and cruelty. You don't know the definition of evil. They-he- will kill you, your family, your friends, your neighbor. Destroy everything you have ever held close, and ever will. Strip you of every last remaining right, every hope, every chance at survival you have. Not a day goes by without blood, pain, or screams. If you can resist, if you cling to the tiniest shred of hope, if you have an ounce of brain, an inch of spine, you run, or you die. Live to fight another day.
I was born to a pair of brilliant scientists, particle and astro-physisists. They worked for the government. What choice did they have? They had a daughter. Their love was threatened, their will was weak. The first eight years of my life, I had no idea what they did, or where they went every day. Other kid's parents wore dark suits, grey eyes, and broken, false smiles that hid the fear they might not see their kids again. But mine did not. When I was seven, I tried to figure it out. Why did they walk the other way? Why did the car they stepped into look different than everyone else's? It took me a long, long time, and I'll admit there were times when I was scared out of my wits from the crazy stuff I heard eavesdropping. From what I pieced together, they built machines for the government, the Dictator. When I realized, I hated them. Who were they, how could they help, contribute to the pain and suffering plaguing every citizen from the day they are born to the day they died? That was the only time I ever ran away, that day. To me, it didn't make a difference. My choices were the world I lived in, or the world I lived in, plus knowing my mother and father worked for it. That was the last time I heard my mother's voice, her scream. I can still hear it in my head sometimes- "come back".
I did come back, but it was too late. Same day, six hours later. I remember the sinking feeling in my stomach when I walked through the door, wide open to the outside for the first time. At first I was relieved, to see the people there weren't dead. But my happiness ended quickly when my mother was explained to me dead. It had happened at 'work', but Dad wouldn't tell me why, or even how. Dad was almost driven to insanity- Mom's death made him near insane with grief. The sadness didn't last long though, soon it became anger. Some nights the Dictator didn't look so scary. He wasn't ever the same after that, but he tries his hardest to be the best dad. He raised me a rebel; taught me what it is to be proud, to not be afraid to live, to have dignity and stand up for yourself when no one else will. Not the method Mom would have used, I'll tell you that. Times had changed, he had changed, I had changed.
I grew up on fairytails, but not like yours. There is no 'Cinderella' in my world. They were stories, printed in underground newspapers, stories of the Rebels. The ones I looked up to were the '7'. The 7 were my perception of what a hero should be- they fought the dictator, they gave me hope. And they came from here, in fact, Fuyu Academy. But the Fuyu of the Future isn't a pretty little school like this one; more like an outpost, the headquarters of the 7 and those who stand with them. People with special powers still go there, but it's like a military school. Going to Fuyu Academy means you're becoming a soldier, a rebel who wears a uniform and fights for what they believe in.
Four years back, Dad got 'let go'. That was the nicest way I've ever heard of someone changing their occupation. I've never understood why they did it, but Dad was allowed to leave. He got a new job, but it paid much less, so we had to move to the 'bad neighborhoods'. But I noticed he wasn't working as much as he could have been- he was building. I didn't know what until Dad started talking to me, telling me how his machines worked- it became our dinner conversation. Usually I wasn't allowed in the basement, because of my power. Couldn't risk breaking anything, could we? I got a pretty good understanding what he'd been doing all those years in a lab coat. See, the one thing (okay, not the only thing) the Dictator wanted was the power to cross time, and eventually, dimensions. Basically, a time machine. Somehow Das had tricked the government into believing it couldn't be done, but he knew it was. I have no idea how we survived that long with all the surveillance there was. For God's sake, I had a Time Machine in my basement.
After all this, I suppose you're wondering how I got here. It was a 'normal' afternoon, minus the fact Dad was actually letting me help him in the 'lab' for once. All of a sudden, the door was smashed down and we heard yelling. They found us fast-there was no escape. I thought it was the end; the last thing I was going to see was the view up the barrel of a gun. I guess Dad had been expecting it, because miraculously, the machine was complete. It was like slow motion, seeing him flick the switch, they started firing. The next thing I knew, I was falling, falling, for what felt like hours. He had pushed me in. There was no guarantee I would live that way either, but I think he hoped it'd at least be better than being shot through a dozen times or locked up and tortured to insanity in some dungeon. I screamed until I couldn't yell anymore, I found myself crying as I fell, my tears flying off my face, my voice was cracked and broken. I can hardly breath without a coughing fit. Why? That's all I could think. Why not jump in too? Why send me to who knows where alone? I guess he did know where he was sending me though, it was always my dream to go to Fuyu Academy. If I ever see him again, I'll....try to tease him about his aim. Surely, if he hadn't been in that kind of rush, I wouldn't have landed on top of someone, right?
So, according to me, I have a mission. I've been sent back in time, and I have to figure out how to prevent my world from...happening. I have to stop the Dictator from rising to power, prevent the near apocalypse, as I see it. The problem is, how? How do fix something when you don't know where its broken? You don't just 'stop' something from happening- not without changing millions and millions of other things, people, and/or events. The Butterfly Effect, Grandfather Paradox, the Many Worlds Theory? They haven't exactly been disproved. But somehow, I have to fix the future. But I can't do it alone, I'll need help, as much as I regret admitting it. And secretly, I hope to go back. I have to know if Dad is...okay. But, I mean, I don't even know if it'd be possible to go back, I'm not seeing any time machines around here, correct me if i'm wrong.
So, Grata Bellum.
αbilities? Yeah, I have . . .
My power is electricity. It's attracted to me, and I can control it. Not hardly well, because I've only used it a few times- accidents, mostly. My parents forbade me using it, too dangerous. It developed over time, and grows stronger the older I get (harder to control too). In other words, here was a kid who got an abnormal amount of static shocks, even if they weren't wearing socks on the carpet. I'm also terrified of thunderstorms- imagine being a walking metal rod with a current running through you.
Otherwise, I'm crazy flexible, acrobatic, and good at sports all around. I love gymnastics; I was on my school team. Team sports are only allowed because the Dictator was so kind as to give some creative outlet-easier than drugging us all up, right? Plus, muscleheads are easy to deal with- it's brainys they watch out for.
I can also speak Latin; Dad taught it to me. Apparently it's used in codes sometimes. Maybe people speak it here . . .
I aםore. . .
○ Gymnastics. I could swing around the parallel bars all day.
○ Learning about/experiencing the culture of the past today. I think it's interesting to learn about what the world was, what it could be, or could have been. I think it also might give me a clue what to do- ever heard that history always repeats itself?
○ When people can keep up with me, science-wise. Finally, someone who understands....
○ Green. It's a hopeful color. Like plants and living things. Minus yellow and you get blue. Reminds me of the sky, where you can see it. . .
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . .
○ The government, the Dictator, obviously.
○ Thunderstorms; other uncontained, large amounts of electricity.
○ Dogs. In 2063, the only dogs are these huge, vicious, bloodthirsty monsters. Trust me, you don't want to meet one.
○ I have absolutely no patience for slow or stupid people. If you haven't followed me this far, stay away.
○ Yellow. Just too damn bright and cheerful. Maybe because the sun isn't quite so 'sunny' in 2063, maybe because nothing's happy, but I hate it. (The jacket's greenish-tan, thanks.)
○ Last thing - large bodies of water. No, just lots of it in general. It conducts electricity, duh.
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: Wyvern.
Dorm: Amethyst.
Homeroom: Hard choice. I've come to love science, but like I said, World History could be helpful. I'm also interested in learning about Magics and Weaponry- good skills to have. Going with Math and Sciences.
чou see, I'm controlled by . . . [ Paradoxical Rukia ]
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 3:21 pm
I haz one to be approved please~
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