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Pretty much, the rules for this particular rp are the same for the others, but just for the sake of posting something here, here are the rules:

I. First, and foremost...enjoy yourself and have fun. I mean, that is what we're here for, correct?

II. Godmoding is only allowed to the moderators (if the occasion calls for it)

III. Remember: Literate writing and enough of it to get the point across...no need to overdo it, but creativity is always welcome.

IV. There is going to be the option of either playing a faculty member, or a student. Either way, there is a set number for each category, so when you fill out a character sheet, please PM it to me so that it can be approved before I add it and you can post.

Character List: STUDENTS

Gaia Name: ThexPuppetxOphelia
Name: Ophelia Braegyn
Nickname: Phel
Age: 14
Race: blood elf
Gender: female
KOM: Earth
Weapons: Ophelia carries three weapons, two of which are obvious at first glance; these are her twin katana. What makes these katana special is that they are each possessed by a spirit, one of her mother and the other her father, although she does not remember them as such. Gerhn, at her left, has the special ability to separate into three sections connected by chain to extend her reach while attacking; Vea, at her right, glows red when an enemy is nearby, or more specifically when there is someone near her that plans on attacking her, and has a serated right side, used to shear flesh from bones. Ophelia's not so obvious weapon is the stuffed rabbit she carries with her. This toy lovingly named "Charlie" is the only other item she still has from her past. He is a one eyed, frayed-eared, sad looking thing that has seen many years of wear and tear though Ophelia refuses to get rid of him. Charlie is, however, more than meets the eye; upon Ophelia's command or in a dire situation, Charlie can grow to approximately 20 times his original size (it is possible for him to get much larger, but the bigger he is the more energy it takes out of her) and becomes as solid as stone. When in this larger state, Charlie takes on his own personality and essentially has a mind of his own, doing whatever is necessary to protect Ophelia for as long as he can.
Brief Bio: When Ophelia was much younger, her parents lived with her in Damasses. They were once rather adventurous, and had only decided to settle down once her mother became pregnant with her. It was their hopes that they could protect Ophelia from the way of life they once had, and to raise her to be someone virtuous. Unfortunately, their dreams were shot down on a cold, rainy night as they were heading back home after a ride in the countryside. A group of bandits led by an assassin attacked their party, killing both of her parents as they tried to protect her; the assassin had been sent to murder her parents because of a debt they had not paid since they gave up their past life. The man had not known they had a daughter, and while inspecting their carriage for loot, found her huddled in a corner with Charlie. This particular assassin had a soft spot for children, so he vowed to raise her as penance for his deed. Ophelia suffers from serious bouts of amnesia and insomnia as a side effect of loosing her parents; her insomnia also has to do with her terrible fear of small, dark spaces. Some people also think that she is completely insane as she is often found muttering nonsensical things to herself and things no one else can see. Ophelia is to spend three years in the Academy while her guardian goes on an extended mission, as he saw it the best place for her to be trained in his absence.
Appearance: Ophelia, at 5'0", is comparatively small for her age. It is perhaps because of her nature and mindset that she is seen as being smaller than she actually is. Her features, however, make up for any normality she might have had. Her hair and eyes are both blue, though her hair is more of a navy blue and her eyes are a bright turquoise; her hair is always disheveled, like she has permanent bed-head though without the tangling, and her eyes have identical marks right below her iris: a group of small silver dots that are only discernable close up, whereas from any other distance the grouping just looks like glass as though her eyes were that of a doll. Perhaps the most peculiar thing about her appearance is the fact that her entire left arm is fake. Having lost the original in an accident she has never fully detailed, the new one is made of wood that she controls 'normally' with magic.http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k319/xxsparrowsxxlockexx/self drawn/Phelia.jpg

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Gaia Names: Neko_Momoki
Name: Juneaux Webber
Nickname: Jun
Age: 18
Race: human
Gender: male
KOM: Red Flame
Weapons: Jun uses a double bladed sword that can separate into two swords. He inherited the sword from his grandfather, who enchanted it to glow when someone with evil intentions is nearby.
Brief Bio: Only three things are well known about Juneaux's past. First, he was born in Peristal to a baker and a gambler with horrible luck and control. His mother tried her best to both ignore her husband's problem and raise her son to make something of himself; his father had nothing for him but regret and abuse, because to him Jun was nothing but a waste of space and money. Jun's mother was often subject to the same abuse as Jun, until Jun got old enough to defend her. During their last fight, Jun overpowered his father and tossed him out of a third story window, ending 13 years of mistreatment. Second, Jun was born with a rare defect that does two unrelated things. Jun is apt to falling asleep randomly, similarly to the effects of narcolepsy. Also, Jun's blood does not clot normally when he gets hurt, as it is thinner due partially to an infection in his bone marrow. He has come to the realization that he will most likely die at a young age, and therefore accepts death welcomingly. Third, the series of events in which Jun lost his eye are not well known. What is certain is that one of the men Jun's father had wronged during his lifetime attacked Jun to get revenge, and since Jun does not usually like to talk about his eye, the details are left to speculation and gossip. Jun entered the Academy under the wishes of his mother, who hoped the academy could do more for him than she ever could.
Appearance: Reaching in at almost 6 feet tall, Jun is relatively thin for his height. His long legs make up most of his height, and he seems fit to be a runner despite never being able to due to his birth defect. That and he doesn't tend to run for or from any occasion: he is the poster boy for laziness. His hair, a light blonde, barely brushes his neck and is kept that short to keep it low maintenance. He isn't a morning person, so the less the effort the better. Two scars running from the bridge of the nose below the eyes make him look at least ten years older. Jun's eyes, at least the left one, are an olive-like color; his right eye was lost when he was younger, thus he wears a white, square eye patch all the time. Apart from his signature eye patch, Jun has been known to have an occasional cigarette.http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k319/xxsparrowsxxlockexx/Jun_by_maaria.jpg


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Gaian Player: GaleCross777
Name: Alazander Aurorer
Age: 13
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 4'8", 73 lbs
KOM: Ice (Dormant)
Weapon(s): Learning to use the longsword. Some knowledge of barehanded combat.
Brief Bio: Son to a lovely human lady and an infamous demon, both died in a fearsome storm at sea; he is an outcast. The event left him terrified of deep water, even small ponds. Thunderstorms leave him shuddering beneath his blankets.

After the death of his parents he was treated like a monster by the other villagers, now that his father was no longer there to protect him. He would be glowered upon, sworn at, even beaten and chased away. The abuse left him...distant. Other people frighten him and he hides his grief and that fear behind a mask of apathy. It is very difficult to get close to him as he tends to be rude to or ignores others. When asked to do something he puts no real energy or effort behind the task either. Among all things, he wishes to find a dark corner and just disappear, and usually succeeds until a teacher calls on him.
Appearance: A little on the short and light side and he's pale-skinned. Lithe of frame makes him appear frail and his soft honey-brown, almond-shaped eyes could allow enough room for him to be mistaken as female. However, his messy honey-brown hair is kept no longer than his lower jaw and a constant scowl on his slender oval face tells otherwise. His full lower lip is often set in a slight pout, pronouncing his lips' light pinkish tone.
His attire includes light blues, greens, and dark browns. Occasionally he wears a little black. A crimson ribbon is tied around his upper left arm in morning of his parents.

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Gaia Name: Clouse Light
Nickname: Freya Fan Club Leader
Age: 15
Race: Trans-beastiles
Gender: Male
KOM: N/A
Magic: Poor Kai Control
Weapon(s): Trainee Dragoon Spear
Brief Bio: Having been saved by a dragon knight beastile, a oddity in itself, he has yet to ever meet the knight again, but he has formed a fan club for her none-the-less out of respect for his live being saved, and now attends school until he can train as a true dragoon, in hopes of meeting his idol.
Appearance: There's not much special about him normally, but the sad fact is all his potential is wasted as he tries to do too many things at once, and this has effected his appearance so he almost always looks tired, sleepy, or drained.
Clouse

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Gaia Name: Wahoozerman
Name: Rathorn De’Calliard
Nickname (if any): Rath
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Magic: Absolutely none.
Appearance: Rathorn is tall at six foot nothing, but not so tall as to draw tons of attention. He has an about average build for his height, making him relatively large in comparison to most people, but not big enough to come off as imposing when he’s just standing around. He weighs about two hundred and ten pounds, mostly muscle that came from chores and the bit of sword training that his father gave him as he was being raised, though it has been increasing quickly of late as he has begun to train in a more serious way with a greater number of weapons.

His facial features are somewhat soft for someone who is studying in the art of combat. He almost has a baby faced sort of appearance, set off only by his straight blonde hair that hangs down a little ways past his shoulders often in a tight ponytail. The combination gives him more of a pretty boy look that makes his height and size generally less imposing or threatening. A pair of baby blue eyes does nothing to counter this stereotype, making him appear to be more of a wide eyed and excited child than a warrior on the battlefield.

Weapon(s): While he is proficient with a number of weapons, including axes, spears and bows, the only weapon that Rathorn consistently carries is his steel longsword. The sword is about four feet long from pommel to tip and has a ninety degree crossguard between the hilt and the four inch fuller. A simi-rounded bar of steel breaks off from the bottom of the crossguard to sweep down in a graceful arc before turning back to arc the other way slightly at the end of the pommel, creating an effective knuckle guard. The blade itself, including fuller, is three feet and four inches long, bringing the double bladed edge to an even three feet in length. The blade is an inch thick at the base, and tapers down to a point in the last three inches of steel. A small triangular channel runs down the center of the blade, beginning after the fuller and ending when the blade begins to taper to a point. This groove is on both sides, and serves to lighten the sword as well as to make it stronger.

Armor: Rathorn inherited his father’s suit of armor when he chose to enlist in the Academy, mostly as a way for his father to be a bit more secure in the safety of his son. The armor has been reworked and re-tooled to fit and distribute its weight properly on Rathorn’s frame, making it much easier to move in as well as less encumbering. The armor itself is comprised of overlapping steel plates and a system of leather straps that connect the plates to each other and distribute the weight of the steel for optimal mobilization.

The gauntlets of the armor are comprised of small overlapping plates on each finger. The plates on his last knuckle are overlapped by a larger plate protecting the back of his hand. All of these plates are fastened to a leather glove, hard and thick on the top, but soft on the bottom to allow for more feeling in the palm. The fingers are made to lock in place in order to decrease the chance of dropping anything in the event of a heavy impact. Each of his arms is protected by a pair of steel plates that cover the “top” of each arm, and are strapped to a smaller plate that covers the “bottom.” The plates are in turn strapped to a pair of plates that cover his elbows, the plates are rounded and can slide against each other thanks to a bit of velvet in between, allowing him to move his arms at the elbow with relative ease, though when extended the underside of his elbow is left open. The elbow plates on his left arm are slightly larger and extended to work well with a shield to lower blunt impact force on his body.

The upper arm plates connect to a socket much like the elbow plates, but this socket is covered over by another steel plate that extends off the shoulder. These shoulder plates are connected to both the low gorget and the breast and back plates, sharing out the weight of the armor on the arms to the back and shoulders. The low steel gorget comes up to about the same height as a collared shirt to protect the wearer’s neck and is bolted to both the chest and backplate.

Both the chest and backplate are comprised of one large steel plate each, as well as a number of smaller overlapping plates. The large plate on the breastplate comes down to the bottom of the pectoral muscles, while the one on the back ends just below the shoulder blades. Overlapping steel plates lined with velvet inside to allow for movement begin where the large plate leaves off, protecting the wearer’s abdomen to the hips while still allowing him to bend forward and backwards a good bit. The breast and backplate are both strapped to a pair of steel plates that line his sides and end just below his armpits, creating another weak spot at his armpit.

The bottom most plate at the abdomen connects to four plates that mold around the wearer’s waist and thighs ending slightly below his crotch and then sweeping halfway down his thighs on all sides. The waist guard overlaps over the rounded steel plates that encase his legs in the same way as his arms, with knees that are extremely similar to the elbow guards, again leaving an open spot at the back of the knees. The bottom of the lower leg plate is comprised of overlapping plates that lead into a boot topper that goes over the wearer’s foot, but leaves the bottom uncovered, and only a pair of leather straps with small bits of steel sewn on at the heel.

The armor is topped off by a helm and shield. The helm is comprised of a main helmet and a faceplate. The helmet is round at the top and sweeps back away from the head in the back. It has an opening in the front in the shape of a Y to expose the face, but that is covered by the faceplate most of the time. The faceplate hinges at the sides of the helmet and has two slanted eye slits as well as a number of holes near the mouth and nose for breathing. The shield is specially made for working with this suit of armor, but can also be used without, though it would be difficult to use with another suit of armor. The shield is in the shape of a diamond, but the bottom half is rounded and elongated to extend down to the wearer’s knee when the arm is held at about the middle of the torso. The upper half of the diamond extends upward to cover up to half of the wearer’s face. The shield is convex, forcing blades and such to slide off on impact.

Overall, the suit of armor provides a great deal of defense except at the insides of the elbows, armpits, knees, and ankles, while still allowing for a decent amount of flexibility and movement. With the armor comes a suit of leather armor as well, though it is made considerably less sturdy and durable than leather armor that would stand alone. This suit of leather is designed primarily to protect the joints from pinching and the plates from chafing against the skin of the wearer. It also serves to reduce the force of impact to the wearer by providing padding to spread the impact out across a greater area.

Brief Bio: Rathorn comes from a family filled with con artists. His large extended family kept in touch with each other, the vast number of people working together making it easier to con the locals in the rural areas where the family lived. Often family members would come to their house, posing as unrelated travelers so that the family could gain the trust of the townsfolk for the “traveler,” who would then con them out of good sums of money. The family shared the wealth they gained amongst each other, so that no one group got too rich and began to look suspicious.

This system never sat quite right with Rathorn, especially after he found good old Uncle Turin taking advantage of his younger sister. He had received a severe beating from Turin after that, but the beating ingrained his rebellious attitude towards his family into his head. He rebelled against the family custom that wealth was to be shared among the family, and instead believed that wealth should be shared among the community to make it better for everyone.

When Rathorn’s father saw him after being beaten up by Turin, Rathorn insisted that a bunch of boys from the town had done it. After that his father, who had served briefly as a pretty crooked mercenary, taught him some basic combat training. It was this combination of events that led Rathorn to take up his sword against those who would harm the weak, leaning especially towards the protection of women.

Soon Rathorn’s opposition to the family moral code became evident. In an effort to rid themselves of the child that might ruin their scheming and disrupt their cons, the family shipped Rathorn off to be a servant at a local lord’s summer manor in the mountains. It was there that Rathorn began to pick up on courtly etiquette. When the lord was there in the summer he would use Rathorn as a sparring partner to keep in practice, as Rathorn was more adept at swordplay than any of the other servants due to his father’s training. Other nobles who visited during the winter would do the same until eventually Rathorn became pretty skilled with the sword.

Upon discovering Rathorn’s new skill with the blade, the nobleman decided to send him to the Peristal Academy. The country needed more warriors for the upcoming war, and war meant casualties. Casualties meant promotions, and having a military officer in his debt would be a useful thing for a noble.

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Gaia Name: Hemata
Name: Hai De’lamor
Age: 15
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Female
KOM (if applicable): N/A
Magic (non-KOM): Blood Magic
Weapon(s): Fine Steal Dagger engraved with runes
Brief Bio: Hai just arriving at the academy within the last couple days makes her appearance on the campus for the first time. Mysterious and quiet, her appearance seems shrouded in questions. All that is known about her is that she was sent from far away, possibly over seas and that she is came to study summoning, yet beyond that there is still much for the girl to answer. No one knows her true reason for coming to the academy...
Image only think of it younger... O_o

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Name: Amets Arman

Nickname: A’s

Age: 15

Race: Human

KOM: Wind

Weapons: Though he does not generally carry weapons, his occupation does put him in close quarters with some rather dangerous objects. The only thing immediately dangerous that he had been allowed to use so far were the sharpened juggling knives. His belt is equipped with small loops and pouches to carry such items, but he also carries a satchel.

Brief Bio: Amets is a young apprentice in a small troupe of actors, acrobats, and other performers who commonly perform in the city of Yaroh for travelers, sometimes even foreign emissaries, although they do travel as well. His parents were both acrobats in the play before he was born, and thus he was born into the career. Due to his young age and lack of experience he is often stuck with the role of the fool, although juggling, diabolo, devil sticks, music, and acrobatics are also among his curriculum, acrobatics being his true passion among these. Creativity also always played a pivotal role in his life in everything from turning his innate inability to keep a hat on his head into a running gag to his very costume.

Appearance: Kept lean by his acrobatics, Amets could be described as having that difficult balance between muscle and a light and flexible figure. His face is thin and his jaw slight, almost feminine in features. Standing about 5’7”, his skin is a light olive tan, his eyes the color of chocolate, and his hair a wild and curly dark brown. As for his clothing, there is not a thing about him that isn’t eccentric, bright, and eye-catching. His costume has the generic star-shaped collar with a bell at the end of each point with the alternating color pattern of silvery white and bright violet with gold lining as is common in the rest of his costume. His shirt and pants are a patchwork of diamond shapes and his shoes are lightweight leather made to take a lot of stress and for allowance of acrobatic stunts. His hat is made of airy soft material with violet on the three long points that hang loosely down just past his shoulders and white between. There is also a violet cape with white lining on the inside that is sewn between the sleeves of his costume and the back of the collar of his shirt. As for his regular street clothes he still manages to put a fanciful spin on the ordinary, A standard vest or tunic, depending on the weather, and pants but in brighter colors than average, his favorites being white or green. Other than that, outside of the stage he has a pair of plain leather boots, and wool hat, that he holds dear.

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Name: Vaco Gladius
Nickname (if any): N/A
Age:16
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Magic (non-KOM): Spell-Blade [Mana User Variety]
Weapon(s): Censura, a weapon passed through the Gladius name. Censura is an ether, that bestows the mastery of previous weapons into its current user.
Brief Bio: Since being handed Censura, Vaco has trained with it. Because of Censura's effect, in few years of training, he has already become quite proficient at swordplay. Knowing that he has reached the limit of training alone, Vaco has just joined the Peristal Academy in order to further unlock Censura's power. Not only this, the Gladius family has been naturally gifted with mana, and Vaco is no exception.

Appearance: Vaco is 2 meters tall.

The Academy- The Academy is a large castle located just outside of the human capital of Peristal. Although the majority of the school's population is human, no student has ever been turned down due to race. It is one way that the children can learn tolerance of the other inhabitants of Gi. Students have the choice to live in the dormitories, and all eat together in the dinning commons. During free periods, the students can enjoy the 25 acres of gardens and forest, the stables, and the lake. When a student gets sick or injured, they are taken care of by highly qualified nurses and doctors in the infirmary. There are also the ruins of the original Academy building and the Founder's home, destroyed in a fire during the time of the Third Headmaster. The current building was built by the descendant of the Founder, who became the Fourth Headmaster of the school soon there after.

Peristal Military Headquarters- Located near the center of the city, this enormous building is a masterpiece all its own. Containing floors above and below ground, the military of Peristal eats, sleeps, trains, and lives within.

National Library- Thanks to being the trade capital of the world, many books, scriptures, and scrolls have been brought to and stored in the library, located just a short distance from the Military Headquarters.

more to be added soon...

Snow...so pure in essence, yet deadly in mass amounts. Karu had once again stepped foot within the land of his origins. Much had passed in the old days, and many memories caked not only his mind, but also his body in the forms of scars. He sighed softly as his breath escaped into the frosted air. The boat trip from Tortuga was a long one, and he was quite tiered indeed, but it was a welcomed wear upon his body signifying the end of his long journey. Heshiro would be ecstatic to see him once again, but that would have to wait. It was a long journey back to Yaroh, and he had much to do in Peristal still. As he trudged into the city, his senses were rushed with a variety of smells, and sounds. The festival had just started, and to be truthful his curiosity was perked a bit. His footsteps made a delightful crunch within the new fallen snow, which brought much delight to Karu. This season always seemed to be one of his favorites.

Finally he had arrived at his destination. The academy hadn't changed much in the past due to the years that has passed since then. Perhaps the old man would have a place for him to stay for the remainder he would be within Peristal. Obviously Karu was there for a job. Someone had hired him to take out a woman by the name of Gallaudet. He wasn't one to ask questions, nor was he one to blindly kill a person without knowing what caliber person they were. He hoped this Gallaudet was a cruel vicious woman, so that he wouldn't have to think twice about killing her. He never killed anyone undeserving of it. Finally breaking his train of thought he knocked upon the massive doors of the academy hoping to see his old friend.

Karu only gave a faint smile back at the young woman staring back at him. He quickly accepted her offer, and shook off the snow gathering at the shoulders of his coat. He glanced about the area with awe, and fascination letting the warmth of the past shroud his mind. Memories, this was proof not all memories are bad. He walked past Gallaudet, running his hands on the cold stone clad walls of the academy. His golden globes ran curiously about every detail of the area.

" Time is, by definition, a series of "moments." The nature of a moment is "a beginning of the future and an end of the past.", and it is only eternity that disrupts this absolute definition.
Eventually, the longer you travel down the road, the more the memory of you fades from the minds of those who once knew you. Others around you, not gifted with infinity, are dying and leaving you lonely and without any way to stop your journey. But, no matter how long you live, there is the distinct possibility that you will have lived for nothing.
If you are forgotten, like an old box of keepsakes kept in the darkest corner of an attic, collecting dust, your life loses importance; you might as well be dead.
The solution: leave something for people to remember you by. Or, better yet, someone to carry on your legacy.
The future generations are the reflection of what we leave behind when we grow old. It is our job to raise these children and supply them with the knowledge to change the future. Through them, we can advise them against the mistakes we made when we were younger, and in turn affect how generations after them will be able to live," he said in one long breath.

"I believe thats what the old man said, and wrote once, am I right?" asked Karu as he removed his coat hanging it upon the coat rack.

"Well, where is the old man nowadays? Don't tell me he's gotten too rich, and famous to meet an old friend at his doorstep," asked Karu looking about expecting to see the prune faced man emerge any second now.

Karu made no change in face as he had already came to that realization when seeing the statue in the distance of the courtyard. A life of hardship taught him how to wear a stern face, and to keep his emotions at bay...at least until nobody was looking. He placed a hand upon the statue base, and stared off into the sky for what seemed like some time, not once flinching as the snow drifted upon the fair skin of his face.

"So dear friend...you to have went on without me," he whispered softly loud enough for Gallaudet to hear.

He turned his head away, and began walking slowly away. Death seemed to elude him, and yet favor that of his friends. He turned towards the woman once again, his long silver hair now somewhat glimmering from the snow that had fallen. 'Stay to objective Karu,' he thought within his head, but his heart, and soul were crying out in pain. No matter the torment though, he kept a straight solemn face.

"Did he die with no regrets?" he asked once again softly struggling to keep the emotion from his voice.

This woman obviously held a stature to be held in the highest. To be so knowledgeable of the academy's history must mean she could be either related to his deceased friend, or the new headmaster. If she was the headmaster, then the old man must have trusted her gravely...whoever she was. He shunned himself quietly to over think the moment. It was more of a curse really how he tried to analyze people. Even now when hearing the news of his old friends untimely death, he was doing it.

It had been another sleepless night. Within a room at the far end of the girl's dormitory one soul had been up and busy since lights out the day before. Ophelia had sat on her bed, bathed in the dim light cast by the oil lantern sitting at her bedside, sewing pieces together from a large pile of scraps sitting before her. She worked without stopping for about 9 hours, humming and laughing every so often as though this was a routine activity. Every so often, she would poke the needle into her left hand and have to wrench it out of the wood; luckily it never caused pain, obviously.

"We will hear the small birds, and the cuckoo's wild song. From the top of the green yew streaming. We will live there forever-death will never come near us-In the fragrant forest dreaming." Ophelia sang softly, looking over to her left. Next to her, propped against her pillow, was her stuffed rabbit Charlie. "Oh I know Charlie." she suddenly said, shrugging her shoulders. "But I have to finish this before I go see him in the morning." The rabbit hadn't said a thing, or at least had not appeared to, though Ophelia spoke to it regardless.

A few hours later, just as it had begun to snow, Ophelia held up the finished garment triumphantly. "Finished." she sighed, falling back into her pillow. Suddenly, a cold burst of air rushed across her face and she looked up over to her window. She had left it open the night before, as the weather had been considerably warmer, and she realized that she had been so consumed in her work that she hadn't noticed the temperature drop. Setting her work aside, Ophelia climbed off her bed and crossed to the window, knealing before it and crossing her arms on the window sill.

If she had to pick her favorite season it would, by far, have to be winter. She didn't mind the cold in the least and loved to spend time out in the snow with her friend. Speaking of which...Ophelia rose to her feet and closed her window before turning to her dresser. There was a dress in there that she knew was right to wear, especially since her friend had given it to her. Ophelia kept it in the white box he had put it in, wanting to keep it only for special occassions. As she slipped it over her head, she heard the headmaster's announcement and couldn't help but smile.

"Good, more time to spend with Jun." Grabbing her work off of the bed as well as Charlie, Ophelia rushed out of the room, skipping down to the infirmary. The nurses greeted her as she walked past them and into one of the rooms, closing the door behind her. It was a relatively plain white room, though it was brightened up by the early winter flowers she had picked just the other day. She hung the garment over the chair and set Charlie down before walking over to Jun's bedside. He was still asleep, a bit of his hair that rested on his face fluttering about with every breath.

Ophelia brushed it aside, noting how long his hair had grown since being first admitted to the infirmary, nearly a month before. Silently, she climbed into his bed next to him, laying her head next to his. Gently, she began to sing an old song that he always said he liked to hear. "Rain comes over the gray hills, and on the air, a soft goodbye. Hear the song that I sing to you when the time has come to fly. When I leave and take the wind and find the land that faith will bring, the brightest star in the evening sky is yours to find for me..."