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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:05 pm
I am pleased to introduce... Students Teachers
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:30 am
 ғeel free to call me. . . [ ...Chloe Ault. The pleasure is mine. ] υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . . [ ...female, will that be a problem? ] чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. . [ ...twenty three, although it's really none of your business. ] The υniverse welcomed me on. . . [ ...September fourteenth. ] α lot of people say I'm. . . [ ...rather calm. I don't burst out often, and I don't exactly smile much. When I'm happy, I generally hide it. Sure, my eyes might light up and a may smile a little, but even then, that's rare. When I'm sad? Well, much like when I'm happy, I tend to hide it. I may because more quiet than usual, though. Heh, you want to know what I'm like when I'm angry? I'm telling you right now, you don't want to see it first hand. I can get dangerous, depending on how mad I am. For little things, though, I'll just glare you down. ] can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . . [ ... as a soldier. I worked as an assassin for a confidential military group before my partner died. Before that story, however, I should probably go a little farther back.
As a child, Father was rather abusive. Physically towards Mother, and emotionally towards me. It made sense, in a way; we were a poor family, Father had an alcohol addiction, and Mother couldn't seem to hold a job. One day, though, Father went too far. I thought that he was going to kill Mother, so I yelled at him to stop. I had never spoken in front of Father before, and in a rage he turned on me. Mother wouldn't allow that, and by the end of the night Mother was a widow, and I was left with a single parent.
Things sort of looked up from there, although Mother was quickly falling down into madness. By the time I was sixteen, Mother was in a mental institution and I was living on my own. That's when the organization came to me; I needed money, the payments were overdue, and they were going to take the house away any day. I had nothing, so when they offered me a job, I agreed before I even knew what it was. Without any ties to the place, leaving wasn't too hard.
The organization taught me how to kill, how to survive, and how to lock the emotions away. I was in the organization for four years before it was taken down. I managed to survive that, and wandered for the next three years, until I found this place. I was offered another job, and I needed it, so I took it. Now I'm learning how to teach and interact 'properly' with other people. These are probably the hardest lessons to master yet. ] αbilities? Yeah, I have . . . [ I'm good with knives. Throwing knives, I mean. And I've got pretty good aim with a gun. Aside from that I've got better than average stamina, balance, and agility, but I lack in physical strength. When it comes to hand to hand combat, I struggle; that's why I use ranged weaponry. ] I love םoing these activities. . . ○ Rainy Weather
○ Reading/Writing
○ Wind
○ Water (swimming/bathing/springs)
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . . ○ Ice/snow
○ obnoxious students/people in general
○ following orders (But I'll do it anyways, if it must be done)
○ Ignorant/innocent people
мy class isn't boring, really! I teach. . . [ ...I could teach weapons, or mythology. My class, however, is literature. ] чou see, I'm controlled by . . . [ MY rusty h a l o. ]
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:41 am
 
Nobody knows who I really am
I never felt this empty before
And if I ever need someone to come along
Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?
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 We are all rowing the boat of fate
The waves keep on comin' and we can't escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day [imgleft]http://i917.photobucket.com/albums/ad18/AsukaYamashita/chloe2.jpg[/imgleft][imgright]http://i917.photobucket.com/albums/ad18/AsukaYamashita/noir_chloe.jpg[/imgright]
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Nobody knows who I really am
I never felt this empty before
And if I ever need someone to come along
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The waves keep on comin' and we can't escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day[/align][/size][/color]
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 3:15 pm
 Anise Tatlin : Approved.
Chloe Ault: Approved.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:41 am
ғeel free to call me. . . [ Shiita! ] υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . . [ a girl... ] чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. . [ old, b-but I only look sixteen! ] The υniverse welcomed me on. . . [ ah, well... I'm sorry, I don't quite remember. ] α lot of people say I'm. . . [ shy. And awkward. I stutter when I'm nervous a lot, y-you see. I'm trying to get over it, I really am, but it's not easy. Uhm, I'm trying to break out of my shell, so I guess at really random times I can be bold... I'm an extremely loyal friend, and I'm confused really easily. I'm a very happy person, too; just not hyper. When I'm sad I get very reproachful and quiet; some people have compared me to a kicked stray when I'm sad. When I'm angry? Well, I act like I'm sad. I really do just keep it to myself. I've been described as 'cute' and 'innocent'. I think they're just saying that I'm ignorant nicely, though... ] can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . . [ in a rather formal family, for where I came from. Of course, elves are generally a rather regal species; our men are proud and strong and our women are graceful and beautiful. Of course, though, there is still a political society even amongst the river dwellers. I was rather fortunate to be part of the higher class, but that also meant my family had a lot riding on me. Like many others of that political status at the time, regardless of the species, I was expected to be married and have good children whom could take care of my parents and the such. Of course, it was a disappointment when I had twins, but the male died soon after being born. It was scarring; my mother and father were angry that the baby had died, not because it upset me but because everybody wanted a warrior in the family; it was good for the status. Being left with a girl was practically a shame; my mother had gone through a similar process when one after another girls were born. My sisters all ran away; I was the youngest, and the only one who remained.
Anyways, life at home became very hard. Between trying to please my mate and tending to my parents and the baby I was exhausted. The adults kept me up all day and the baby all night; not to mention that I was still only a child, so I wanted to have time to play. I never got that time. After living with this for almost a century, which honestly isn't that long for my people, I took after my sisters. In the night, when everybody was asleep, I swept up Dea and ran. I couldn't take anything other than the carry pack for the baby; by rights, that was too much weight. If not for the adrenaline and the maternal need to protect my daughter I would have never made it out. More than once I almost got caught by the warriors standing guard. And then I was free. There were no trees, the soothing rhythm of the river was far behind me, and I had been sprinting much longer than I needed to; the warriors had stopped following me almost three hours earlier.
With no money, no knowledge of this new world, and a fussy infant while appearing as only a young teen I struggled greatly. I got a few jobs, but they were nearly impossible to uphold when I didn't understand the colloquialisms of the culture. I was lucky, though. At one of my jobs as a waitress a teacher from the school happened to be one of my tables. It was almost like she could tell; like she knew my life. She seemed rather distant herself, but she invited me to the school and promised food and board, even though I couldn't afford it. I will be forever thankful to the stranger. ] αbilities? Yeah, I have . . . [ the ability to make flowers grow. I mean, it's like a green thumb, but with the ability to travel forward in time. I'm an elder river elf, and that throws a lot of people off, but it's not that weird. Where there is water, there are usually plants! ] I love םoing these activities. . . ○ Flowers
○ Volleyball
○ Dancing
○ Rain
○ Dea
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . . ○ Thunder/Lightning
○ Mean people/being hurt by people
○ Not understanding (which is sadly often)
○ Small, cramped quarters (Yes, I'm claustrophobic)
○ My baby crying
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: Burnar
Dorm: Raspberry Dorm
Homeroom: World Cultures and Magical Creatures чou see, I'm controlled by . . . [ MY rusty h a l o ]
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:43 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:14 pm
 ғeel free to call me. . .
[ ...Suiren Yakusizi! When I have friends, though, I want them to call me Ryn. I don't... I don't want to hear my name anymore... ]
υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . .
[ ...a girl! Is that really so surprising? Are you implying that I'm flat? Huh?! I'm just kidding! ]
чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. . .
[ ...sixteen. Sort of, I mean... I've been sixteen for the last 25 years, so... ]
The υniverse welcomed me on. . .
[ That's easy! December third! ]
α lot of people say I'm. . .
[ ...really good at hiding how I really feel. Well, that's a given when you're forced to be immortal, right? Well, I usually pretend to be happy, no matter what the circumstances, because... I don't want to have to go through that all over again... Ah, well, most people don't know when I'm really sad, but when I'm around people I trust and I'm sad I show it like most people. Depending on how bad it is, I even cry; but it's really rare that I cry in front of people. When I'm angry, though... Well, I call it 'blood lust', because it's like everything turns red. I don't like it when I'm angry, because I can't control myself, and I have a tendency to hurt people... It's good that it's really hard to get me angry, though; I've only been angry once, actually! And I have a back-up now! It works on other people, too hehe~ Ah, so I guess I'm generally a really nice person, but I sometimes manipulate people and tease them, even when I don't realize it... eh ha... ]
can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . .
[ ... as the child to the creator of the infamous 'Organization'. Originally, he actually wanted to call it 'Team Suiren', but I talked Papa out of it. In the end, he picked my own choice, The Organization. Why, now, would a grown man ask his sixteen year old daughter about a name for what turned into, essentially, an assassination group? Because it was all for me. The reason, that nobody else knew about, for this to all start was because of something which happened to me a year earlier, on my sixteenth birthday.
I was a normal girl, with a normal life, and normal friends and I was so excited for the big day that I went home alone. Well, not exactly alone. After school, rather than walking with my friends, I ran home so that I could get there super early. Papa and I had this tradition where every day on my birthday we would go out and buy a cake and sweets and decorate it, then eat it all by ourselves. Most of my friends thought it was silly, but Mother passed away giving birth to me, so it was something that was very precious between Papa and I. Anyways, while I was running home I got jumped. Not by anybody, either; this really scary lady who said that she thought I was 'delectable'. Well, turns out that she was a vampire, and she drank almost all my blood then left me there to die. Rather, I thought. When I woke up, however, it was from searing pain. The sun; the sun was burning me. So I hid away. Then when night came around I crawled home.
That was probably the hardest year of my life. I couldn't go to school, because every time I got close to somebody all I wanted to do was attack them. Even at home, I hardly came out of my room; I was afraid I'd attack Papa. I wouldn't eat; my body rejected the foods I once loved and I didn't want to kill anybody, so I couldn't feed. Papa... He did his very best, but we weren't rich and there really isn't such thing as a cure to vampirisim, so he did the next best thing he could do; he got other people to kill so I didn't have to. It started out as something small; bounty hunting and bringing the bodies that nobody would miss to me... but soon it evolved into so much more. He took the money from all the bounties (after all, they only need the body; it didn't matter if there was no blood left) and bought a super huge house and modified it with training rooms and he hired people and found people who could go out and kill for him... it evolved from simple bounty hunting to taking jobs from anybody at all. Before I could even fathom it, Papa had hundreds of people out, getting him money and killing food for her... Papa even put all the money that he didn't pay them with or that didn't go to The Organization into research for a cure.
For twenty four years this went on, and people came and went; some dying, some leaving and then getting hunted down. Then... then that happened, and they took my Papa away. See, there was a little boy, well, a teenage boy I guess, who was the son to the first General of the organization, and I kinda liked him. Samuel Skye, was his name, but Papa didn't even want me to leave my room. Sometimes, though, I would sneak out and watch him and his family. They were sorta normal... more normal than I was, at least. Then... Then I heard it. I heard that his parents didn't like Papa's ways and that they were going to try and kill him. Well, I couldn't let that happen! Even now... even now I wish I had tried to stop them, instead of telling Papa. Because of what I said he... Papa killed them, and they made Samuel watch. Well, people didn't like what Papa did, because there was really was no evidence. Not even a witness, because nobody knew I even existed. When the big war broke out and Papa was killed, I really was left all alone. That was two years ago.
For that time I wandered around, and I had such a hard time... but I found something, rather, something found me; a witchling. A witchling who went to some funky school for magic up in the sky, and her assignment was to help somebody. So she helped me, she saved me from almost drowning myself, then when she found out why I was trying to die she gave me Aoki. Aoki is this tattoo of a black, snake like thing that goes around my stomach, just below my bust. When I start getting really bad thoughts he comes out and he eats me. For real! It's scary! He swallows me and then spits me out, and when he spits me out all the bad feelings are gone. I can control him, sorta, I mean I can use him on other people if they're having nasty and violent feelings, and I can force him not to eat me it I focus really, really hard. Back to the story: this little witchling gave me Aoki then I never saw her again, and I continued to wander around. In times when I had to defend myself, back when it was still difficult for me to use Aoki, I realized that I could control my blood; only mine, though. Then while I was wandering, I found this school. I was so very happy that they let me join. Maybe here, I can forget about all the bad things... ]
αbilities? Yeah, I have . . .
[ ...the ability to control my blood, like I told you earlier, and Aoki, who literally eats negative emotions! Oh, and other vampiric abilities like speed and strength. No biggie. ]
I aםore. . .
○ Rain
○ The dark
○ Being with people who care about me
○ Music
○ Papa's old spin top
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . .
○ Thinking about painful things
○ Hurting others
○ Thunder/Lightning
○ Bodies of water (pretty much everything besides the tub.)
○ Being surrounded by people or walls (I have Agoraphobia/Demophobia and Claustrophobia)
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: Eirannes
Dorm: Sienna Dorm
Homeroom: Magics and Weaponries
чou see, I'm controlled by . . . [ MY rusty h a l o ]
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:15 pm
 All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, well it's taken away
Leaves me with the feelin' that I fear the most
I feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Will I find something in there?
To give it just what (I) need:
Another reason to bleed. Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper? Can you hear my stilled heart whisper?
Hey, don't let it go to waste!
I love it, but I hate that taste.
(Guilty) weight keeping me down...
Will I find the believer
Another one who believes
Another one to decieve
Over and over, down on my knees {|.Out.Of.Craziness.| }
  
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[align=right][color=#055694][size=7]All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, well it's taken away
Leaves me with the feelin' that I fear the most
I feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Will I find something in there?
To give it just what (I) need:
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I love it, but I hate that taste.
(Guilty) weight keeping me down...
Will I find the believer
Another one who believes
Another one to decieve
Over and over, down on my knees[/size][/color][/align]
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:38 pm
Suiren Yakusizi has been approved and assigned to Sienna Dorm and her house is Eirannes.
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