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Lol. Been a long time since the last update, so expect a flurry of characters!
Fate's Alcott Ealdwine Denham
Wisconsin's Academy for the Gifted
Name: Thomas Carter, but likes to be called Tom.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Supernatural/Inhumane Abilities: Enhanced speed and senses. Like, really enhanced.
Personality:
As a normal person, he likes to joke around a lot and is very playful and seems to never take anything serious in his life. But there are actually things he's serious with. His job and his family. And playing video games. As a teacher, he can become really caring, but demanding. Tom is also very competitive. He likes to see this in his students as well. Most of the times, he's 'in it to win it' and often gets aggressive when he doesn't win or is close to losing.
When buying stuff not related to his job, exercising, his family, and games, he can be a very frugal person. he doesn't like to spend money that much on other things that he deems unimportant. He also is very risky - more risky than usual, since he likes taking risks - with those unimportant things.
History:
Thomas Carter has come from a long line of Carters who possess enhanced speed and senses. They had kept this line nurtured through long centuries, and therefore, their children had become more faster and has better sense than them. The cycle goes on.
His parents are loving parents, and doesn't argue with each other often. He also has a big sister whom cares for him, and he, in turn, cares for her also. He grew up with a Golden Retriever, but has died when he was 15-years-old. Good thing they had her kids. Unfortunately, they went and sold the four out of five, because they couldn't afford to have five dogs in the house at that time. Again, the dog died when he was 26. Again, she had kids. This time, only three. They had hoped for four, but that was not to be. So there was one for his parents, one for his big sister, and one for him. So yes, he has one Golden Retriever that he is currently living with in the dorms. So he doesn't have a roommate. He named him Snoopy, because he loves that dog.
He had been born and bred in the same school he has been teaching in now, but only for middle school, and his junior and senior years in high school. He spent his college in Brown University, the other years of his high school at a resident public school. So, needless to say, he was accepted easily as a teacher in Jones'.
Female students and his colleagues around the same age as him immediately fall for him - puppy love or what, he doesn't know -, because of his oozing charisma and the fact that he's probably the only young and handsome guy in the faculty.
Appearance: He stands at 5'10, and weighs 140 pounds. He mostly wears long-sleeved clothes with thin cloth and jeans that fit just right on casual days. Also, Keds on casual days. Never Converse. He only wears baggy and thick clothes in winter and really cold days. When he is playing sports or jogging or exercising, he usually wears rubber shoes with thick socks and either sleeveless or thin t-shirts.
Other: Born in March 17th, twenty-seven years ago. Likes lollipop. And oranges. And the colors green and orange and silver. One of the reasons why he colored his hair silver. And video games. Especially Bioshock 2. He is always called Tommy by his mother. He puts glasses on when he's reading something long. He's got a collection of ten rubber shoes, the brands either Nike, Adidas, New Balance, Fila, Reebok, Puma, Mizuno, and ASICS. For casual means, he has Keds and slippers/sandals. He despises Converse.
 Dennise Ford
16; December 10th; 5'7; 130 pounds
Vice President of the Student Council; Alex's friend
Intelligent; Frank; Strict; Bitchy
IndianRed (Main); Maroon (Talk); Sienna (Think)
It's not that cars had went out of fashion...
 Name: Joey Williams
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Personality:
Joey has a tendency to snap at other people when they disturb her peace, and has a rather short fuse. She goes to a therapist, but most of the time she'll just scream at the therapist, and stomping all the way home.
Joey is also a pessimist, and does not like hoping for better things. She knows that nothing good will come out of hoping. Why think when you can just do, anyway? Hoping is just something old people invented for shits and giggles.
The few things that can make her happy is working her arse off - yeah, she's a workaholic - and reading and silence. She mostly reads mysteries, like Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys, and lots of non-fictions. Mysteries are the only fiction she reads.
History:
Joey Williams has separated parents, and she, along with her big sister, Alex, used to switch between parents every week. They had separated because they thought it was better than fighting and screaming at each other day and night about money when Joey was only 8 years old and her big sister 11 years old. This situation was okay by her, since she never saw them happy with each other. It was only simple logic that her parents tear away from their unhappy marriage. Her big sister cried and cried, though. Joey only hugged her and started to cry herself. She didn't like seeing Alex sad.
She had excelled in class despite what happened, and had a small circle of friends that she was contented with. Right after school though, she had broken away from them, seeing that there was no more need to keep up with them. She never had a boyfriend in her school years. Despite that one time in college, she had come close.
He was a happy and joyful person, but knew when to keep quiet and had more-than-just-average grades. He was seated next to her in most of her classes; it was as if Fate had purposely intervened. He befriended her. Was she soon blinded? Hell yes. Despite her uncaring nature, she was blinded. Everything about him was suddenly magnified. He looked like a fallen God, with his wavy blond hair shiny, his smile irresistible; his bright blue eyes seemed like there was a twinkle dancing in them. She thought of him day and night, and it puzzled her that merely seeing him makes her stomach flutter.
She had told her sister about this, and she got introduced to the word 'love'. She had read about the word many times, but never was interested to know if it really felt like what the authors had told her through books. Now she knows.
She also knows, after a few months, what heartbreak was. She had boldly confessed to him what she feels. Well, it wasn't really like confessing. It was more of like... telling him. The only thing wrong was he already liked another person. She was left in the cold, only nodding along to his apologies for not being able to return her feelings numbly. They had stayed friends after that.
She had graduated with a bachelor's degree in Astronomy, and quickly landed a job because of her excellent grades. During her working time, she has been invited to a meet for scientists for the issue regarding the portals, and she is now one of the scientists exploring this subject. Apparently, one time while studying it alone in the lab, with all her colleagues now gone home, the portal had suddenly taken her to a... different place.
Appearance: Joey's a girl of average height and weight, being 5'7 and weighs about 129 pounds. Often times when she's reading, she keeps her reading glasses on, and they are with deep gray rims. She often looks like someone who's unemotional and tad bit sad or frustrated. Most of the times she wears black, brown and white clothes, and prefers to put on no makeup. She has a rather small chest, and has less curves than most women.
Other: She knows Latin because of taking a class of it in high school. She was born on the 6th of January. She is quite fond of her Siamese cat, which she named Betelgeuse, after the 2nd brightest star in the constellation of Orion, because it seemed more mysterious than Rigel, the brightest star in Orion, and Orion itself was too predictable.
From Russia with Love
Name: Illarion Vasiliev
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Russia
Personality:
Illarion Vasiliev is known for being a stubborn and rebellious person when he is with himself. Although, he is one to ironically to fold in time of being pushed down or humiliated. So, you could say he's a rebel but doesn't know how to. Illarion hates, hates, hates losings and being insulted. But he can't really express it clearly, as I've stated earlier, he just has difficulty letting out the rebel that he really is. Really confusing to understand, that he is.
He rarely ever gets mad but always sports an irritated look on his face all the time to show that he is not a person to be messed with. He always dons this hard shell whenever he's around others and himself, but really, he's just a plain softy behind all those covers.
History:
Illarion grew up in a more or less happy childhood, with an older brother and sister. Their mother raised them up alone, but all seemed to be happy and fine even without having a father. They had an adequate house to live in in the good neighborhoods of Russia, and they went to an average school. It was all normal.
But then one day, Illarion discovered that he and his siblings were merely adopted. His mother didn't tell him, he merely discovered. With his older brother still in school, his older sister and his mother buying their dinner in the market, he packed all his clothes, toiletries, money and all the other things he thought would be useful. The money, actually, was acquired from the coins in his piggy bank, and the stash his mother had. Just a little payback for what she didn't tell them. And he ran away. He was only nine at that time.
Walking the streets for hours, he was simply just plain tired, and decided to take shelter in one alley, laying his head on his stuffed backpack after consuming three slices of bread. When he awoke, he was in a wholly different place. He was in a majestic room.
Astonished, the boy looked around, and found his eyes settling on a man maybe in his late teenager years reading a book. He must've noticed that he had awoken, for the man clamped shut his book. He then explained on where they had found him, and that he had potential. of course, little Illarion asked what he had potential for.
"To join our Famiglia."
And he was already there for more or less eight years, honing his abilities and skills that were yet to bloom fully. And because of this, he had been the target of insults. And because of this, he had acquired the hard shell he'd been bringing around this past seven years, and never dared to make a friend in the family, although they only did it because they wanted to grow closer to him and they thought those insults would work. They meant it in a playful way, really.
Appearance:
Illarion is 5'5 in height, a little small for his age. His body is also thinner than most boys' bodies in his age. He has long legs, and a small trunk. His feet are longer than most boys' his age, though. His palms are huge, too. He tends to walk around with light feet, as if he's almost dancing.
He mostly wears black, brown, gray, and white, and long-sleeved t-shirts that hug his trunk snugly. He also dons coats most of the time while he's travelling, and prefers wearing combat boots for his feet. He also wears gloves when he's travelling, and keeps them off when he's in the Uritski mansion. He doesn't wear any accessorry on his body, except only the ear piercings - three of them, two on the normal ear pierce place, and one on the upper part of his ear - and he puts mostly silver earrings on them.
Others:
He is quite fond of eating sour items, like just suddenly sucking on lemons and the like. Those sour things are like his sweets, only they're sour, so should they be called 'sours'? He is also left-handed, and his handwriting isn't the best of all. In fact, he has rather ugly handwriting. He doesn't like reading, as he thinks of it as a waste of time.
His flame is Lightning, and he uses throwing knives as his main weapon. Although, he is also quite handy with guns, too.
Shrouded in Mist Guild
 мч ɳαмє? ιτ's Fate Ghostbane. Got a problem with that?ι ʜαvє 21 ϲαɳɗʟєs! ι'м σʙvισυsʟч male.чєs, ι'м straight. So better stay away from me, gay men.αʟsσ, ι'м a Filipino. Damn proud of that, yeah.ι'м кɳσωɳ αs the Ringmaster. Make that The Ringmaster.ʙєєɳ ϲαɢєɗ ғσя. . . ah, well, I haven't been caged in this Carnival. I am The Ringmaster, aren't I? But to answer your question, I've only been here for 5 years, cleaning up the place with some help from others. мє? ι ωσяк αs The Ringmaster. Need I say more?ι ϲαɳ practically talk my way through any situation, be it hazardous, or a happy-go lucky one. I also have a way with audiences. The stage loves me.ι'м ρяєттч easy-going, charming, and won't be good if you get mad. See, I love to kick and punch and hurt people when things don't go my way. Don't try and mess with me. I also, admittedly, have a superiority complex. I like to see things go my way, and also love to see people follow what I say. I have to say that I don't like studying, so my intelligence won't be the best you've seen. But, insult me about it, I'm sure you'll end up with your bruised face beneath 3 feet of snow. I'm also very brave, if I say so myself.ɢιvє мє тʜєsє? ¤ A ravishingly gorgeous girl.
¤ Suits. I always love to look formal.
¤ Beer or wine or champagne or any other kind of alcoholic drink. It keeps the jitters away.
кєєρ тʜєsє αωαч! ¤ Annoying people who don't follow orders. I swear, I'll make them curse the day they were born if no one stronger than myself stops me.
¤ Killjoys. Period.
¤ Blinding light, especially when it's the tool used for waking me up.ιт's ʙєєɳ α ωʜιʟє since I've thought about my past. See, I'm the last child of my parents, their children consisting of four men and one woman. Father was dying. He gave his will. My older siblings had the money, the lands; on Earth, that is.
Father gave me his land that was located on another dimension - what it was called, he never said - and, arriving there, I immediately took a look at the map he gave me through his lawyer, along with a peculiar-shaped bronze key and a personal letter that which contents I don't intend to say.
I was located in the cave. I was to go to the Mansion first, and find the Library. So I followed the directions, and read the papers that were located wherein he said they were - under the front desk of the library. In it were all the information I needed to run the dimension.
It said I needed to recruit people. So I did. It said I needed to clean up the whole mansion with them. So I did. It said that I needed to tidy up the Carnival. So I did. It said to drag people in.... So I did.ι ʟσσк ʟιкє a formal person, always donning suits and a top hat. I dyed my hair white 5 years ago. I don't know why I did it. But I did, so there. But now, my hair's spiked out at my head's sides - my hair was always shaved before till only 1/4 of an inch of hair was there on my scalp - and my natural hair color, which was black, showed, like veins. My eyes are a creamy shade of brown.
My skin is a light sort of brown. I must say, that at my age, I am tall. I stand at 5'11. My body, I think, is built for running and jumping over tall things. Obstacle run, was that sport called? I have long, steady legs that make up most of my height. My body is just a little bit muscle-y.
мч ɳαмє? ιτ's. . . Ryan Morin Parry. Though most people call me Morin.
ι ʜαvє. . . 18 ϲαɳɗʟєs!
ι'м σʙvισυsʟч. . . male.
чєs, ι'м. . . heterosexual.
αʟsσ, ι'м. . . American.
ι ϲαɳ. . . draw the the world map, a few mistakes here and there, for you in an hour. I can also recite all the countries in the world. I can tell you the names of the stars in the outer space. In short - ugh, I hate saying this - I'm an exceptionally smart person. I can also be handy with gardening and motherly stuff like cooking and cleaning the house. ...Don't ask.
ι'м ρяєттч. . . shy, and grew up closer to my mother rather than my father. I speak softly, walk softly, and all other stuff softly. I mostly am more in touch with my feminine side than I am with my masculine side, though I hate admitting it. People make fun of me because of this.
I'm also a quiet person, and tend to stutter when talking with other people I don't know. Even though I'm already familiar with them, I still stutter here and there. I don't know, honestly, how to converse with other people, though I've read thousands of books and magazines and articles, electronic or not, about communication. I just can't bring myself out of my comfort zone.
I don't like standing out, and would like very much to float around in the background, quietly reading or fiddling with something or twiddling my fingers. A wallflower, most people would call people like me. But I think myself of more like a wall*insert something ugly here*.
Also, I'm the type of person who just bend their backs for other people and is commonly called a 'pushover'. I can't muster up the courage to say 'no'. So I always get dragged into troublesome stuff that almost always ends up to be a lot of trouble for me.
ɢιvє мє тʜєsє?
¤ Quiet places that are void of people.
¤ People who understand me... or maybe not.
¤ Books that I've never read before.
кєєρ тʜєsє αωαч!
¤ Too much noise.
¤ The wrath and disappointed glare of my father. Or him, generally.
¤ My sister. Well, sort of.
ιт's ʙєєɳ α ωʜιʟє. . . well, actually, it has been not. I always get stuck in the past, thinking that I shouldn't have done this or that. But at the same time, I tend to think of the future too much... Why do I always blabber on about useless things? Okay, okay, here I go. Sorry, but I usually don't share with anyone anything about me because no one bothers to ask.
I have been born in the family as the second and last child. I think my parents have planned to make more babies of their own, but they separated months after I was born. What the reason was, they never told me. Even my sister stays away from this subject.
For the first six years of my life, I've stayed with my mother along with my sister at my grandmother on my mother's side house. Apparently, my father had somehow taken most of his and my mother's money along with him after the divorce. So we were forced to stay here, with my mother continuously and hardly working her way up the business ladder in a company.
But my father had come back, asking for forgiveness, that he wanted to make up for all the years he lost as a father, if not anymore a husband. I think he just went to mom because he had no more money left. But, whatever. He's a douchebag, and I don't want to waste my breath on him. After a year, my mother gave in. I don't know what made her do so, but she did.
On one condition though; they stayed in separate houses and that he would find a job pronto. Maybe wanting to gain some respect from her, he did, and he lived a steady life after another year. So, my mother allowed us to go to his house for a week, then a week at hers, then another week at my father's... you see the pattern. A week for each parent.
My father, obviously, had a favorite. And that was definitely not me. It was my sister, who had more time with him, already being six when I was born. She was a cheerleader, a pretty one, knew how to talk and mingle with other people, had above average grades. She knew how to balance all these.
Although I thought my father of as a bad and mean person, I myself tried to gain his attention too. I first managed what I already had; my brains. I became at the top of the class. I received merits. I never joined any quiz bee and stuff like that though. But I was still the top of my class. In fact, I skipped a grade.
But he never looked my way. Never. If he ever looked at me, it would be a look of total disappointment. So, I quit trying, for my sake.
ι ʟσσк ʟιкє. . . a geeky guy. I have perfect teeth, having gone through the 'braces' phase. I also have gone through the 'pimples and bad skin' phase. But I still keep on glasses, as my blurry eyesight stays for the rest of my life, obviously. I also possess this worried and shy expression most of the time.
Fortunately, my sister, although she's Satan's daughter, had taught me how to dress the not geeky way. So my clothing's all cleared up. Not geeky there. But I think the weird thing about me is that I carry a backpack with me all the time, with equally weird stuff in it. Pencils, pens, notebooks, a few books, erasers, drawing pads, maps, tissues, and more other stuff that a teenager shouldn't be carrying around casually on weekends.
I have dirty blond hair that is combed neatly, not a strand out of place - my sister has not yet taught me the existence of the 'sexy bed hair' style - and dark brown eyes that are covered with thick glasses with white linings. I also have this not-manly, heart-shaped face, and soft cheeks. I have this thin, bony body that has obviously not worked out before. I stand at merely 5'4.
чσυ мιɢнт αʟsσ ωαɳт тσ кɳσω. . . My birthday is on May 17. I like a lot of alternative and alternative rock bands. I prefer strawberries over blueberries - how gay can that be? - and I also eat oatmeals at breakfast almost everyday. I don't know why I don't get sick of it. I do have two best friends, no matter how anti-social I could be. James Kutt and King Samson.
Summer Vacation
 Name: Kim Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality:
Kim Smith is someone with a warm and kind heart, but she likes to joke around most of the time and keep her emotional being to herself. She never is serious, and has gotten through high school by mostly copying her classmates' answers during exams and copying assignments from them. She almost never takes notes in class. You could call her a procrastinator, but she never crams at the last minute for projects nor for exams. She has classmates for that.
She is loyal to her friends, and never fails to help them whenever she can. Even then, she goes out of her way to do so. Although she is someone who helps out friends as best as she can, she is never one to rely on in terms of relating how your life sucks because she hates people who do that. She either gets depressed, or angry, or angrily depressed. Perhaps it is because she herself does not do that, or maybe it is a fact that she cannot do anything about it because she sucks at giving advice.
She never appreciates it when you get in her way, and will not hesitate to push you down to get what she wants. Although, she is never able to push down her friends, and this is a very weak point of hers. Become her friend, and it is very easy to manipulate her.
It is not particularly easy to anger her, as she is a person who accepts every criticism and insults and comments without a frown on her face. But it's not that she smiles through all of this either. Of course it hurts her, it's just that she knows how to control her anger when it comes to things like this.
Bio:
Kim was interested in girls ever since her mother gave birth to her on the 13th of December 17 years ago. They were cuter and more caring than men, and she has dated thousands and thousands of girls of her choice. She was able to because she was very handsome as a boy and perhaps because of the reason that she was popular. Fortunately for her tastes, she has a flat chest.
Her mother is dead now. The woman had died of cancer when she was 14-years-old. But her supportive father had always been by her side every step of the way. Her father was the one who thought her many things, like playing the guitar and the drums, or how to fish for the perfect girl. Although she has low grades in class, it's alright with her father. The only condition was to be able to keep herself intact with the school she is in right now, to never get expelled.
She had been around friends with a popular reputation. Her circle mostly consisted of girls, only but two guys if you count her in. But they were fun people, and she values them very much. Her one male friend was also a music junkie like her, and had recently informed her that Snow Patrol would be coming in New York. And this had driven Kim to work in a shack where business booms in the summer.
Where you're from: New York
At the beach for vacation or work: For work!
Looking for / Goal: To get a concert ticket for an upcoming band that she really wants to see. They're going to be playing at the end of summer.
Corrupted Ways Guild
 Name: Lowri Ingram
Age: 19
Race: Wizard
Position: Prince 2 of Verecence
Personality: Lowri is a very, very cold person, but does not really hate other people. He's just plain apathetic and devoid of any emotion. Often times his looks at other people get depicted as him sneering and looking down condescendingly at them, but he's just... looking. Thus, he avoids being around people. Yeah, he's an anti-social. He prefers to be absorbed in books of alchemy and of many other various subjects. He's actually a sucker for romance novels. But he most definitely doesn't like being tied to one girl that he doesn't even know nor love, despite arranged marriages being a popular topic in terms of romance novels. He doesn't like talking too much.
Betrothed To: Princess of Quinesent
Appearance: He stands at 5'9, with a slim body and long legs. He has big feet, and has a scar on his shoulder blade from when he fell from a tree at the tender age of 11-years-old getting an ingredient for a certain potion he wanted to try out. He wears clothes of light and pale colors, and is not into dark shades. Apparently, someone is afraid of the dark.
Hell, Heaven, and Earth Guild
Name: Cahethal Leumahc
Race: Angel
Age: 14
Personality:
As his position states, Cahethal is very generous, and is passionate about giving and never receiving. It's not that he doesn't receive gifts from other people - he actually is overjoyed when he receives something -, but when he sees another person in need, he'll immediately give anything he has, no second thoughts. A good quality, or not? I'll have to settle with both.
Cahethal only ever gets angry when you mess with his business about giving his things to other people, and will forever dub you as 'nosy'. When he is doing something, he wants to really do it. Really. He never goes into a situation without wanting to. If you force him to do something, he'll get angry at you, too. He's a free person, leave him alone.
He's also very helpful. If sees someone needing help, he'll run over and ask them what they want. It's just second instinct, much like the giving thing. He doesn't know why, but it gives him joy most of the times to give and help.
If he's sad, it's only because he didn't get to help or give something someone. Any other reasons are unknown.
Family: No one blood-related. Possibly the reason why he's so giving and helpful to other people. Everybody in Heaven knows him, though, mainly because of his personality. And he considers them as family. Especially the other street children.
Bio:
Cahethal has lived in the streets for God-knows-how-long. His whole life, maybe? He doesn't know; he doesn't remember. The only thing he does know was his name. It was on a cloth that was sewn with flesh-colored strings on his skin, at the front of his hand, written in elegant handwriting in black ink. Perhaps he was left in the streets by his mother or father to fend for himself. He has always looked into windows and shops when it was Christmas or any other holiday when families come together to celebrate while he was alone. Those were the dark ages of his life. He was lonely, sad, and hungry. Who thought angels could be this ignorant? But he simply guessed humans could have learned it from somewhere. But never was he angry about this situation. Just... confused.
He had evaded the other children in the streets, scared and somehow disgusted of their dirty features. But one day he took a look of himself in front of this certain store that sells pasta and bread and all that Itaian shizz, and realized how dirty - and naked! - he was, too.
Soon enough, a kid with wild, dark curls approached him in the dead of the night, and he didn't run away. Instead, he smiled at the kid who was probably younger than him - he was 7 at that time -, whom was also giving him a friendly grin. It was like fate. Right after he had a realization, he was suddenly talked to by those he was previously afraid of.
"I've seen you look at that store many times." said the bubbly said, bright blue eyes sparkling. He held up a good piece of bread, yellow and green with butter and those small leaves. It was being offered to him.
His stomach rumbled as if in response.
The boy simply laughed.
It was where his charitable personality started, wherein it continued for years and years. When the position of Charity was given to him, he graciously denied it, saying that it was not rightful for him to be the one to hold the title. He was given time to think about it. He ran back home, in that small, dark alley that was also home to his 'little brother' and many other street children he held close to his heart.
The brother laughed. Generous as always, he shook his head. "You take it. I'm too young for it, and you know I hate responsibilities. I've already got enough to take care of; you, me, and the others!"
"...You sound like a mother."
"How would you know how a mother sounds like?"
"..."
"..."
Then both of them had a laugh, which had drawn attention to the others in the alley.
He ran back to accept the position. He had been given a house to live in, as it was a privilege, and he thought of his 'family' living in it, happy as can be. And he thought of Sablo, the name of his 'little brother', living in it, all smiles.
But then he saw a couple with their five children while walking down the street, thinking of how to break it to his 'family' about the house. That family he had always wondered about. He had always wanted to help them, but something had always repelled him away from them. But now he felt completely drawn to them. So drawn that he had to sprint to their own alley to give him the keys to the fully-furnished house. So drawn that he had blurted out the address of the said place. So drawn that he cried and cried in that alley after they hugged him and thanked him and praised him until Sablo had found him, worried that where the hell he was.
"I had given away our house! Our house, Sablo, our house! Where we can finally live with the others and be happy because we don't have to build something in order to shield ourselves from the sun or the rain! Where we can just cook something instead of stealing it! Where we can finally not be looked down upon! W-w-w-w-why-y - "
He was stopped midway in his tears by a greasy hand put over his mouth. "Shhh." was all he heard until he finally stopped crying. And he was hugged tightly right after. And then they walked home, not a word from their lips.
Likes: Sablo. Like, a lot. ((Implications, implications.)) His 'family'. The streets. Bread, pasta, and all that Italian shizz. Gifts. Giving. Helping.
Dislikes: Nosy people. Vegetables. Yuck. ...Other than that, there seems to be nothing else he dislikes.
Greatest fear: His family getting hurt. Especially Sablo.
Other: He does not wield any permanent weapon, and just uses what he has and what he sees.
Appearance:
He sports just a baggy dark orange long-sleeved shirt, that is usually rolled up. It used to be a bright orange, but now it's just plain dirty. In his lifetime, he had washed this shirt he had worn for also his whole lifetime for only two times. And one was because there was rain. And he also wears brownish-black - who knows, might've been a lovely shade of brown once - shorts that reaches only just above his knees. So his shirt is an inch away from the edge of his shorts. Savvy? Also, no shoes. His feet is dirty and thick... and dirty.
He has bruises and cuts all over his body - that has only been washed more or less thirty times in his lifetime - , but nothing permanent. Yet. I mean, who knows, right?
Name: Af Liepana
Race: Nephilim
Age: 17
Personality:
Mostly, being alone suits Af just fine. Although, sometimes it gets to him, being in a crowd talking and talking while he keeps mum and can't help but hear their voices and the story of their everyday life. To him, their stories have made him thought of them as ignorant, full of pride people, only talking about themselves and such. He finds these kind of people irking. In fact, they're the ones who annoy him the most. He doesn't care how your day went, damn it. Just tell him what's your business talking with him. Even though he encounters people that don't talk about themselves, it's actually very rare, those kind of people.
So, sometimes, their voices get into Af's nerves a lot. So he finds someone to talk to. Someone who knows what he really is better, since him being a Nephilim came with a bonus power that he didn't want to have. So talking to them without voicing out a reason is more convenient. Those people that goes to are people he cares about.
He is never, ever a hypocrite, so watch what you tell him. He might just snap at you and bite your head off if you tell him something that ticks him off. He usually has a lot of pet peeves, and acts rather distant to everyone. Of course, except to those he talks to.
Family: Been adopted by this middle-aged couple who can't make children.
Bio:
It wasn't that Af Liepana was raised up by bad parents to make him this way. In fact, he has wonderful parents who care a lot about him. He didn't know what made him to be this kind of person, really. It was as if that fate had just wanted him to be a hateful person, no reason at all. Yes, it would seem that way to those people who only looked from the outside, to those people who didn't know him at all. But that hardly seems to be the case.
He goes to school and has got high grades, but hangs out with nobody else at all. He doesn't know why he goes to school at all if he just gets pissed every single time he does so, overhearing people's conversations. It's not that he eavesdrops on them purposely, he just has this hearing that was too supernatural. Not his fault.
He is a colleague of Helielle Alter, working alongside her during missions that need two people. But besides that, it's okay by him working alone. In fact, it's better. Not.
Af Liepana was left one windy night in the front doors of an orphanage. Cliche, yes? And then the couple adopted him when he was already five years old, seeing as he was the only quiet child in the orphanage. They liked silence.
He knows he is a Nephilim. He just stays quiet about that fact.
Likes: Fruits. Humble people. Intelligent people. People who act their age. People who only care about other people. Books. Pencils. Places without people. Silence.
Dislikes: Animals. Ignorant people. Illiterate people. Stupid people. People who only talk about themselves. Sweets and vegetables. Internet. Pens. Going to school. The mall. Any populated place.
Greatest fear: Being left alone in the middle of a crowd consisting of every single kind of person he hates.
Other: His hearing can hear to over 2 miles. He is grateful about the fact that it didn't go another mile more.
Appearance: He is 5'8 in height, along with limbs that are bordering onto the thinner side. He bears the appearance of someone older.
Aaand, there you have 'em. I told you there would be a lot. xD
 just call me butt · Sun Feb 19, 2012 @ 09:10am · 0 Comments |
