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8,700	246	14	792	4,390	Technically, no one bumped into her, though almost as soon as she started the needlessly long march down the hall towards the stairs, something entered her field of vision - which was a rather impressive feat considering her gaze was practically glazed over. She wasn't exactly anti-social on the best of days, but given the nature of her 'quest' as it was, how could she really face the more early risers of the complex? Then again, why should they care how she spent her money? She was over thinking it. It was early. She should've been asleep. Or at least building up the caffeine rush to have the appearance of being active and awake. Fortunately, the wave didn't belong to the landlady who would probably have some choice words for her, like any other landlord, but rather the unmistakable vibrant hair of Jeanne. Vern would recognize the hair anywhere. Well, almost anywhere, depending on how cognizant she was. At least it was Jeanne, there was a friendly sort of rapport between the two of them, thanks in part to Vern giving the vibrant med student a place to vent. It was a give and take sort of thing. Vern took up Jeanne's time -which was surely precious, or moreso than Vern's own - and in return Jeanne gave Vern amusing anecdotes. While she hadn't known every resident of the hall (nor did she probably want to), Jeanne had always been decent, even with Jeanne's relatively new arrival. It seemed like longer than a month. Clearly Vern had enjoyed the bitch sessions. After once again glancing down at her...garish attire and glad that she opted against the more unclean variant of shirt, Vern shuffled her way towards her friend and the stranger that she was talking with. "Yo, J.J.," Vern's voice was still in that early morning rasp, with a scratchy tone. Turning her head from the two, she cleared her throat, fixing that unfortunate problem easily enough. "You workin' today? Don't they know about weekends?" Her voice was normal now, the rasp to her voice less scratchy and full of phlegm and more husky as one would assume a smoker to have. "Who's your friend and is Adidas paying her?"	Full Name\| Laverne Claire Bryant Nickname\| Vern Gender\| Female Age\| Twenty Five Birthday\| Once a year every year. In the autumn. Job/Education\| Comic Artist; Does commissions on her website Room Number\| 4A How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| About six months or so. About Appearance\| Vern has what some might consider a...slovenly sort of appearance about her. Sure there's a somewhat attractive person to be found, but one has to get past the bags under her eyes, the slightly pear-shaped physique that gives a...somewhat healthy amount of chub (which she promised she'd work on...eventually) and the various stains that mar her outfits on a regular basis. Vern is not exactly a walking hot mess, but it's hard to imagine there's a more lazy looking person in all of Verona. Lazy is a fair way to describe how Vern carries herself, especially given her hobby of wearing mismatched clothing out of a habit of merely throwing on whatever smells and looks clean at any given moment. It's fortunate that she is somewhat tall, at least taller than the average, standing at 5'10" which has afforded her some natural physical attributes that are enhanced by her physique: namely that she parades around in shorts semi-consistently. There's another motive for doing so, of course, in that the back of her right calf is blessed with a little tattoo of a bee with a dumb, goofy grin and googly-eyes. It was her first one, the first 'character' she ever drew. Its name was Busy Bee. Her hair is of a medium length and chestnut brown in color. She doesn't style it any particular way, making it look more unkempt and forever topped with bedhead than anything else. Her eyes are dark blue in color and possess a dissatisfaction of life that only comes with experience and a lack of sleep. Typically, Vern doesn't wear makeup other than the instances when she has a date or a meeting of some sort. If ever someone uttered the phrase 'starving artist' no one would look to Vern for proof of that. Interests\| -Fast Food. There's really no greater saving grace than a decently cheap, decently terrible for you burger seeped in grease and ketchup. Sometimes with double patties. Often with double patties. -Sketching. It almost goes without saying given her occupation but Vern rather enjoys sketching things she sees. This tends to be things limited to her room and what she sees from the window but it's a nice break all the same. -Punk and Rap Music. There was a time when Vern was constantly getting in trouble for playing her music at very unreasonable volumes at very unreasonable hours of the day and night. When asked why she didn't use headphones to listen to the music her response was a simple "I was using them." She was probably lying. Point being she likes loud, angry sorts of music. -Coffee and/or soda. Anything with a lot of caffeine. She tends to favor soda because it comes with the benefit of being bad for the health and it's cheaper to buy a few twenty four packs of Pepsi than it is to buy multiple cups of coffee over the course of a week. -Reality Television. Vern still remembers the day when Jersey Shore ended because she was sad about it for a good month. She loves her trashy fake reality shows because she can watch them and not feel so bad about her own lot in life. Because if these pretty and rich people are fucking up, maybe it's okay that Vern hasn't done her laundry in three weeks. Fears\| Breaking bones. It's a simple fear and has more to do with the pain aspect but Vern cringes at the sheer thought of spraining an ankle much less breaking something in a more serious fashion. That she believes her body to be a bit doughy and thus in possession of weak bones certainly doesn't help. Blood. In line with her broken bone phobia, Vern hates blood be it her own or fake blood in movies. She doesn't even like drawing blood in her art (but will do it if she's getting paid, like any good money fan). It doesn't make her light headed but she does tend to avert her gaze all the same. Losing Her Job. It's more along the lines of being forced to move back in with family since she's been independent, for better or worse, for a good six years or so now and going back home is the same as admitting that her relatives were right all along. Thankfully there're people who like her artwork enough to ask for commissions as well as purchase the book she draws for on a biweekly basis. For now. Sexuality\| Homosexual Personality\| Vern isn't abrasive, but that doesn't make it any easier for her to get along with people - not for lack of trying but rather...lack of grace. The day that adults gave lessons on social etiquette was a day Vern missed. It's not unheard of for Vern to belch loudly in public and then laugh about it like a child. She even chews with her mouth open. Manners escape her, and yet that's often the worst thing people can say about Vern, that she lacks anything resembling grace or, well, femininity. At her worse, Vern comes off as gross but harmless more than anything else; there are probably those who find her lack of care refreshing. Doubtful, but then the world is a rather mysterious place. There's nothing about Vern that plays as shy. She's practically an open book for better or worse. She knows enough not to blab secrets and the like but with a somewhat loud mouth and lack of a filter, she isn't someone to go telling life changing secrets to. She knows not to blab but sometimes it just slips out, y'know? Lacking in what some call 'book smarts' thanks to her completely below average academic record through high school, Vern makes up for it by understanding people on a personal level. She fancies herself something of an armchair psychiatrist at time - understanding people and their motivations has helped her comic last on the strength of its characters. Still, perhaps because of her rather off putting antics, Vern is a lonely woman all the same. She craves camaraderie even as those she thinks like her constantly find excuses to not hang out with her. It's not a matter of 'growing up' despite her somewhat childish antics and behavior patterns, it's that she doesn't know how to truly talk to people and make connections. Not for lack of trying, either. Though quick to make a quip and never missing a chance to indulge in some self deprecation, it's seemingly not enough for people to latch onto. She might be a somewhat successful artist, but Verona's residents are in no hurry to hoist Vern up on their shoulders and exclaim their joy. Some might say she tries too hard. Vern disagrees. She doesn't try at all. All of who she is as a person is up front, it's up to others to take it or leave it; she's not about to make drastic changes even if it means a life of wanting. History Biography\| For as long as Laverne could remember, she was doodling. It started when she was a little girl, drawing little pictures so her mother could hang them on the fridge; of course, she never did - hang pictures on the fridge - since Vanessa Bryant was more concerned with finishing another bottle of wine than in praising the artistic work of her daughter. It wasn't a broken home, just an unfortunate one. Vanessa Bryant was addicted to wine and lotto tickets while Edward Bryant was having numerous affairs with his students - his position as a professor of literature at the local college did have its perks. His lecherous actions certainly explained the wine. Laverne found refuge in art, needing an outlet to channel her creativity and lack of supervision and substantial affection shown to her in her formative years. After her mother passed away from alcohol poisoning, Vern was sent to live with her grandmother who had retired; there was no way Edward was going to raise a daughter on his own, what with his sexual escapades turning into a bit of a scandal on the news and all. Vern's grandmother, Laverne (hence the name) was a bit more accepting of her, in that she actually put a drawing on the wall. Granted, it was a drawing that was featured in the local newspaper, but it was the thought that counted above all. Vern skated her way through high school, graduating just barely and not going onto college. She doubled down on her art, believing she could break into animation or some other art related industry. College was a waste of time, which she had, and money, which she did not. After graduating high school, Vern worked part time jobs while she built up a portfolio. After her grandmother passed away, Vern self-published a small little graphic novel that was a fictionalized version of her grandmother's life, which was highly embellished but they were based on stories told to her all the same. That graphic novel was enough to get a meeting with a publishing house who offered her a contract to write a comic for their indie division; though the company was known for its tales of heroes and heronies, Vern offered only a biweekly comic about disaffected youths with a sharp art style. Her comic, 'Swingles' was a sarcastic look at modern dating through the eyes of an eternally single twenty-something. Observational humor mixed with relate-able characters made Swingles a bit of a hit among people that still read non-hero comics. Didn't exactly help Vern's personal and social life, but at least she was able to quit her burger flipping job before it became her career. Vern has lived in various apartments since the death of her grandmother and she doubts she'll ever own a home. Apartments are fine and Suncrest is agreeable enough. It has pretty much everything she needs, other than human contact, and it is the perfect place to find inspiration to use in her art and cartooning. She dreams of being an animator but is, at the moment, content enough with her relative obscurity. A Memory\| Thank God for editors. That was a joke, of course. No one in the industry, in any industry, was ever thankful for editors. Least of all editors that did not know or respect the simple courtesy of not ringing the phone every half hour. Some people might've been glad to have someone so concerned with their well-being but it only took one phone call for Vern to realize that the phone calls weren't to offer sweet words of recovery. The first call happened when Vern had just opened up the flood gates and let loose a deluge of blood that she hadn't seen since the first time she saw Carrie. At first Vern had assumed she would need to invest in some extra strength pads before she realized it came from her nose. In her defense, there was so much of it that it could've come from anywhere. It utterly ruined her favorite shirt. Probably for the best, all told, it could do with a wash. The voice on the other end, as Vern was having the mother of all nosebleeds, her editor was screaming about the pages. She was behind. Normally she submitted her stuff weeks in advance, as was protocol, but Vern was nothing if not lazy and presently massively hung over. Or sick. Or both. Definitely both. With her nose gushing like a tsunami of blood she was in no position to draw or hilariously comment on the singles dating scene. She let her editor, the man could yell with the best of them, tire himself out before she promptly hung up to clean herself up. Every time she was blessed with the ability to sleep the damn phone would ring - and not her mobile which was turned off lest she risk the urge to check her various dating profiles (seriously, how did so many people swipe left, was she that undesirable?) - this was the landline and the last time she unplugged the land line her landlady had a piss fit. There was little to do other than listen to the angry messages of her editor as he swore up and down about how unprofessional Vern was being. She didn't ask for blood to pour and Aspirin to be as effective as natural cures. At least now she was recovered and could focus on her art work again. The first thing she did upon feeling better was turn on the television; it helped her relax and focus. Or so she told people that asked. In truth it just meant she spent more time watching soaps and daytime talk than actually drawing, inking, writing, and coloring. Vern flipped channels...it was Sunday..Sunday programming was largely sports related...which meant it was a cartoon sort of day. Anything to not worry about work for just a little bit longer... Struggles\| Vern struggles with her own inner feelings of inferiority and doubt stemming from her somewhat...unhygienic way of living. Her ineptitude with making true social connections plays into her fear that as she gets older she'll become less and less likely to ever make a human connection. Or a romantic one. She's wondering what will happen first: her comic getting made into a movie or her finding either a best friend or significant other. Neither seem likely in her life time. Family\| Father: Edward Bryant. Former college professor forced to retire after scandals involving improper student/teacher relationships. Mother: Vanessa Bryant. Deceased. Alcohol poisoning. Siblings: None
8,701	246	15	1,036	76	Bryan Alexanders interacting with Scrolling through his Tumblr Bry got a notification from Dom that made him chuckle. “No prob bro you know how it is…imam just come out there” He said finishing up his text. After sending the text bry would put on his pajama top that looked Exactly like a suit but was made of silk. Even his slippers looked reminiscent of a pair of shoes. Most would get a kick out of this but to Bry this was just his norm nothing felt more natural to him than wearing a suit…well almost nothing. “Yo bro what is good?” He asked Dom, “Im guessing not that hangover that is visible all over your face. I told you about drinking that cheap shit.” He said as Dom started the coffee. The two haven’t been living together long. A little less than 2 months but the two clicked like gears. Bryan saw dom as the Bro he had always wanted but took decades to find. On chill days they were found bullshitting or settling random ass disputes over bouts in laser tag. Neither of which really know the win loss score, but Bry is up by 1…Head cannon. “I gotta be honest I never expected her to get so pissed but she was talking about cuddling or snuggling or some shit that’s just wrong like no strings attached means NO STRINGS ATTACHED and cuddling or snuggling is the start of strings getting attached. Well for what its worth I’m gonna head over to Dimitri’s and get a burger ill let you nurse that hangover bro and for future reference leave that bottom shelf shit alone.” Bry said as he headed over to his room and then to his closet where he looked at his huge wardrobe of suits. “What to wear what to wear” He thought to himself as he ultimately settled on after picking out what he was wearing he wrapped a towel around himself after disrobing and headed to the bathroom that he and Dom shared. Bryan would take a solid 45min shower meticulously making everything that needed to be done WAS done after clearing his head he headed back to his room to apply all of his after shower product. Finally getting everything done and fully dressed Bryan caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, “Well Damn Bry this is why you stay in trouble. The devil never looked so good” he said to himself as he exited his room. On his way out a thought occurred to Bry, “Damn it’s a gorgeous Sunday and I really have nothing to do…HMM..Well as the saying goes when in doubt party out” He said as he remembered Bright Eyes from 4B. She was one of the few people he had the pleasure of actually meeting and had showed him a few of the sights here not long after his arrival. She like him was a bit of a party girl and Bry knew that if he was Gonna throw a party he would need an ace in a hole and that was Bright Eyes. Upon exiting the apartment, he saw a small gathering in the hallway he stopped and introduced himself. exchanging greetings with any that were there but excused himself rather quickly as he made his way to 4B. Delivering a few knocks to the door and awaited an answer.	Alrighty, here you go. ^^ "Don't judge me I was born to be awesome not perfect" Bryan Alexanders Name\| Bryan Emerson Alexanders Nickname\| Bry, b-ry, The Lovable asshole, THEE Wingman, Gender\| Male Age\| 26 Birthday\| February 7, 1991 Job/Education\| Jr. Marketing Manager, Bachelors in marketing Room\| 4D How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| Just under a month About Appearance\| Bryan bears very distinguished features starting with his 6ft stature and chestnut skin color to his naturally defined muscle tone that he normally keeps hidden under his form fitting Dress Shirts. His style of clothing is simple...to him at least "a suit for any ocassion and an occasion for any suit." That is Bryan's motto his life mantra if you will. He does have a tattoo of "Black Panthers logo" on his chesteven he doent know the full story behind it he was certain he was drunk when it happened though. Interests\| Friends, Bryan is very loyal to his friends often times he is the life of the outtings normally drawing attention to the table when at a club or even trying to hook his single friends up. Women, Since he was young Bryan had found himself loving the opposite sex thanks to his older sister Amarra who coaxed him out of his shell and got him talking. and Fun, these include but are by no means limited too...Laser tag, Paint balling, speed dating, going to the gym, hanging out and making plans at the local watering hole. Fears\| Bryan needs people, very needy in fact most dont know this about him because it is something he keeps well hidden behind a smile or funny one liner but Bryan suffers with depression and anxiety. Bryan feels the need to make every situation a happy one and when things are going to a dark type of place he handles it with laughter. or at least tries his best to. Sexuality\| Heterosexual Personality\| Funny outgoing and very caring these are the ingredients chosen to create the worlds greatest wingman. That's Bryan in a nutshell there is nothing he wouldn't do for his friends. And always quick with the joke to lighten the mood he believes that if you can make people laugh then you can make the situation brighter. Bryan, while he cant deal with heavy emotional situations will suck it up in a one on one convo its hard for him to drop his guard but he will if it means helping a friend. History Biography\| Bryan grew up in a damn good household in Queens, New York his mother was a lawyer his father a Doctor and his older sister was was an aspiring model. Needless to say the good looking genes didn't skip him but he knew he needed something more than good looks he just hadn't discovered what gift was given to him from the proverbial gene pool. His father wasn't distant so much as always busy but made sure to spend time with him when the time allowed. His mothers story was just the same she was always busy and stayed on him about school and made sure to be in his ACADEMIC life as much as she could. So it was pointless to say that he was SUPER close to his parents it was more of an in passing type of relationship. His sister on the other hand had basically raised him and gave him all the MORAL support he needed to succeed and helped to pull him out of his shell that he had started to develop due to not really having anyone. Bryan couldn't help thinking that he was burden on her, because instead of spending time with him she could be doing things for herself but, She had saved Bryan and he had come to depend on her until she showed him how to dress and talk to girls and when he made out for the 1st time all bets were off. That was effectively how he started his high school experience. High school was a blur to be honest it was a whirlwind of making the grades that had let him shine through and blaze through year after year. Although he was beyond smart unlike most of the smart kids he wasn't bullied that could have been due in part to his naturally muscular physique. Truth be told though Bryan was a comedian but unless you sat down and got to know him you could never tell. he always had most people he met smiling or laughing for some reason or another and could always lighten the mood with a quick quip or random comment. College Life For Bryan was where he really had begun to blossom This was the place in which he truly found himself from his style to his voice to his form of expression he took everything he had learned and saw from his past experiences and mashed them together and in the hot fires of college did Bry emerge he no longer required help with women he knew better how to balance social and school life. His style of dress went from the basics of what his sister showed him to casual suits and dress suits and ties to just becoming an all around smooth talker that had charmed his way under many a skirt the only problem was they always wanted to stay and cuddle and all that, and it wasn't really his scene at the time. For the right person though he would be willing to push beyond his own boundaries and maybe give the after sex thing a shot. Again thanks in part to his sister Bryan knew how to shop his ass off. A Memory\| When Bryan was 9 the family took a trip to Universal studios and had got seperated from his family his sister most of all and when he couldnt find her he had begun to panic unsure of what was happening to him, person after person had asked him what was wrong but it only made the situation worse. the whole time this was happening he could only think that he was being abandoned for being too needy. this was the stage of his first Anxiety attack. Struggles\| Dealing with Anxiety over the years, Losing his sister, Family\| Father: Gabriel Alexanders Mother: Felecia Alexanders
8,702	246	16	222	43	Vee Liem It was already thirty minutes past 8. Vee was in the middle of assessing the things she could possibly do on a unbridled Sunday. Staying in with a good book seems fine. Greeted by the delightful sunshine through the window, she realized this would be too good of a day to waste. "I wonder if Barnes and Nobles has anything good this week. I should drop by. Maybe before lunch. In the meantime how about visiting the park? Enjoy a little sunshine. Take a walk. Watch people. Feed the pigeons. That could be fun.(???) Which reminds me, just ran out of eggs. Hmm, Omelets for dinner perhaps? I should really cook for a change." Taking a sip from her coffee, the bland room temp liquid made her shudder. " And get something good at the Rabbit Hole later... " Eerily out of touch with reality, Vee wouldnt have noticed somebody sitting beside her if they hadnt spoken, her stare turned to the woman next to her, in an obvious look of surprise. It was her roomate Eliza. Personally, Eliza seemed like a nice girl yet that's as far as she can say about her. It just occurred to her that she's yet to properly know everyone in 4F. In her defense, her work schedule's a bit complicated. Moments like this, like talking face to face, can be very rare. "Hey." she let out the friendliest smile she can manage. "Yes that would be me." Her greeting came off a bit stiff, her on duty atmosphere was still sticking. Vivian can't really know for sure what to suggest to Eliza when she asked about fun things to do, retracing her earlier plans she has a feeling Eliza wouldn't really dig her own idea of "fun". "Well. Not much to be honest. I barely engage in anything around here. " That sounded a bit depressing. All the more since it was true. Vee managed to suggest the most obvious she can think of. "If you're the partying type there's local nightclub just a few blocks across the street. I've gone there once. It's very lively." She had gone once, and thought she should never again. Not by herself at least. From her experience people over there can get a little pesky. In the peaceful air of their conversation there was a unsuspecting noise Vee has yet to get used to, the noise of Pertie coming in the direction of the apartment door. The man is a bundle of energy, just when youre in the same room as him he'd suck the living energy out of you. That's how Vee feels about him, still barely knowing him though there could be something more to his merry personality. "Yeah, I've seen." She wasn't particularly fond of his suggestion of scavenging. She had already denied Lourdes' request though there wont be a problem with them doing so as long as they keep their stuff in their respective rooms and out of her sight. Since the day's too early to be starting her plans, with only little else to do it wouldn't hurt if she'd spend some time with her roommates, it's about she does time anyway. Not long Katie slipped into the kitchen with them, fresh from the bed as she made her way to the fridge. Like the rest of her roomates she's yet to get to know her. "I'm about to go out and do some errands. I suppose we could meet at the Rabbit Hole for lunch." After a short while Vivian excused herself, and took that blissful shower. It took her a good fourty minutes to take it all in, and after she picked her dress for the day, her usual buttoned up flannel and a pair of jeans she went off to start her day.	Full Name\| Vivian Jean Liem Nickname\| Vee, Vivian, Vivi Gender\| Female Age\| 26 Birthday\| August 15 Job/Education\| EMT/ Paramedic How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| A year and a half About Appearance\| Vee follows a certain religion when defining her personal style, and that is not going beyond the comfort of buttoned up shirts and a pair of faded Levi's, unless it's a special occasion. While inside the apartment she'd be wearing glasses, mostly she wears contacts when going out. You'll rarely see her wear glasses beyond the confines of her apartment. Vee's not really the type to put an incredible amount of thought and effort on clothing, as she would always choose practicality in her everyday routine. Unwaveringly standing at 5'7, Vee exhibits a confident posture, which one could agree to be a reflection of her personality. Her job ideally requires her to stay fit, and while she has a slim frame her body leans towards more on the athletic side. Her appearance evidently reveals much of her ethnicity ; brown eyes, dark hair and olive skin, and a defined jawline, which she all inherited from her father's side of the family. Interests\| - Reading - Coffee - Spoken word poetries - Cleaning - Theatre shows - Getting busy with work Fears\| - Driving - Having to see people die in front of her - Emotional confrontations Sexuality\| Bisexual Personality Vivian's always the type to go by the books, may it be in the literal, or figurative sense of the term. She finds it easier to have something to follow, and would rather not stray away from the borders. All throughout highschool and now, she'd always been described a 'square' and every time they do point it out she'll make an effort to prove them she's not an entirely boring person, no matter how many (futile) attempts it took her. But that certain attribute comes with its benefits, however, as she has an unbreakable determination and focus to follow her objectives, always in a meticulous step by step process. If she's given a job she gets it done fast and terrifyingly precise. With this she may come off as a bit controlling, in the anal-retentive spectrum, as it bothers her to a great degree when one thing is amiss no matter how small that may be. She can be fairly social, only if you chance her to be in the mood on some days. An introvert, most of the time she keeps to herself and minds her own business but is more or less pretty laid back when holding conversations. Vee has trouble in dealing with emotional situations. More so to the other person, that could make the situation either, ten times worse or just plain awkward. If she were to give advice on people, she'd go straight to the point and may not even realize that she can come off a bit strong and inconsiderate, though truly she just means to help. History Biography\| Before she moved out of her family home, Vivian has lived in a quiet and unattentive household. Though raised all her life under a wealthy lifestyle, her parents most of the time leave her be together with her older brother and is usually taken under the care of a housekeeper. It can be assumed that she has a pretty distant relationship with her family, and during her younger years she and her brother don't get along well so in a sense, she pretty much grew up alone. To make up for it however, she would look for a way to distract herself and mostly she gives a lot of her focus on her studies. It was easier for her to have something to follow, may it be from a page in a book or what the teacher tells her to. Though in slight truth a part of her is afraid to express, fearing that she would not satisfy, and disappoint the people who have high expectations of her. After graduating and passing her training exams, she moved to her brother's old studio in Suncrest, a close distance away to her workplace. And recently, exactly a year after she moved in her father was caught and arrested for embezzling the company's money. Her rent was still named under her father's bank account and with that, Vee had to make another means of acquiring cash. Her Paramedics job was not enough to cover it, so she decided to have her space rented, as it was large enough to accommodate a few lodgers. A Memory\| First Paramedic job. A car accident on a deadly curb heading to Washington. Vee recalls a surge of adrenaline, as they fish out the guy and his young daughter off the mangled car wreck. He was helplessly yelling for her daughter as they both grasp for dear life. His legs were broken, bending on the opposite direction. The whole place reeked of blood and gasoline. It was one of those memories where she remembered being overcome with intense terror. It was only a matter of time till they lose them both. Sadly the kid did not make it the next day. Struggles\| Vee is having a hard time going out of her comfort zone though she does not make it obviously known. Currently she puts too much of her time in work, aside from being cooped up in the apartment all day. Secretly she had been pursuing her writing hobby, making her own poetry pieces in the hopes of one day growing the balls to pitch it in The Rabbit Hole events, though her embarrassment and insecurity overwhelms her courage. Family\| Father: Andreas Liem, a businessman from Jakarta. Both father and daughter never really shared a wholesome relationship. Vee considers him a stranger, more than anything. Was arrested for embezzlement three months ago. Mother: Catherine Liem (nee Bachman), a not so famous socialite from LA. A trophy wife to Andreas. They have a neutral relationship, Catherine would make calls to her once a month though they never really have the time, or bother most like it, to catch up. Brother: Vincent Liem, older brother who works as a freelance artist, she used to hate his guts. They developed a friendship right after she moved out, staying a few months with him in his studio until he later moved out to Jakarta to pursue more of his artistic endeavors. Theme Song: Extras: - Hangs out at The Rabbit Hole regularly.
8,703	246	17	1,201	1,268	Damien Rankin He'd been lost in his own thoughts as he wandered aimlessly down the halls. hell, that peace wasn't going to last long and he knew that before even setting off. Most people were at home on a day like this so there was sure to be some kind of commotion. Not to mention all the new residents. It'd been about 2 weeks or so since they started flooding in, an interesting change of pace in Damien's books, he was happy something interesting was happening at least. But wasn't there a place with 5 bedrooms or something according to what he'd heard? That meant parties. With a smirk he finished off his breakfast bar and let out a sigh. What was he going to do today? Probably go to the cafe later on and check out bars if he had the chance. Even though he was self-employed on sundays and other public holidays, he'd snatch the chance for a break from work. It usually meant losing money but he could nab it all back quick as he'd lost it. He chuckled a little thanking himself for not being a gambler. However a familliar voice interrupted him. He turned around with an amused grin, shaking his head a little at how flustered he was. "pfft morning Aiden, and here I was beginning to wonder if that wonderful announcement didn't wake you up" He smirked again and looked around a bit. "Honestly, don't worry about it, I've had roommates before that never talked to me, I'm impressed you're talking to me now to be honest. So do tell, how are you settling in, met anyone else besides my gracious and beautiful face?"	Full Name\| Aiden James Langford Nickname\| AJ (But prefers Aiden over nicknames) Gender\| Male Age\| 25 Birthday\| February 28th Job/Education\| Part-time Librarian and Substitute teacher Room Number\| 4C How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| One week About Appearance\| In the looks department, Aiden is an average guy through and through. He wears simple t-shirts and jeans whenever he can, makes no attempts to tame his wavy hair, and shaves his face daily as part of his morning routine. When he is teaching, he puts a little bit of effort by wearing a long-sleeved button-up and slacks. He has no scars or tattoo, but he has a birthmark in the shape of a S-shaped blob on his lower back. He stands at the white male average height of 5"10 and has a lanky build, which often makes him seem like the younger brother rather than the older one. He only works out when his friends prod him to go with them, so he isn't in the best shape. He is also rather pale because of his tendency of staying indoors. Interests\| - Books - Horror Movie Marathons - Teas - Cooking Fears\| - The idea of having an unfulfilling life - Spiders - Never finding love again Sexuality\| Heterosexual Personality\| Aiden is an admirer of the English language and somewhat of a romantic because of it. He understands the power of words and how they can have a large effect on people depending on what was said. Therefore, he is very careful with his words unless he is feeling nervous, which seems to throw his mental dictionary out the door. At the same time, he is rather sensitive to what people say about him and feels insecure easily when ill things are said of him. If asked, Aiden will say that he generally likes people. He likes to have faith in humanity and their capability of doing good. So he tries to keep an open mind about others and learn their side of the story before passing any judgement. But he is still human, so he is still prone to wrong judgement and it is hard for him to change it once he makes it. History Biography\| Being the son of a teacher, Aiden grew up to become an advocate of education. He always took his studies seriously and was an A/B student, his weakest subject being science. His father was strict and originally wanted Aiden to work at the sites with him, but gave up once he saw that his son wasn't cut out for physical labor. On the other hand, his mother is delighted that Aiden will be following her footstep and by becoming a teacher. During his time in university, he fell in love with a girl and they began dating. After their graduation, they found an apartment together and he began working as a librarian in between the times he wasn't substitute teaching. His life wasn't quite where he wanted it, but it was a start. After four years of dating, she broke up with him and moved out of their apartment. Soon, he decided to move as well. Everything there reminded him of her and he needed a change of pace. Fortunately, he found an ad for a room at Suncrest Heights and decided to apply for it. He wanted to move as soon as possible. A Memory\| The beginning of his failed relationship: A gorgeous girl with long, sandy blonde hair and sunkissed skin walked into the classroom and it was a miracle that she had decided to take the seat next to him. She flashed him a sweet smile and he already felt himself melting. His palms were sweating as he attempted to smile back at her, which was apparently more funny than charming as she made a strange face before laughing. Her laugh sent shivers down his spine. Thoroughly embarrassed, he focused his attention at the professor lecturing about Ernest Hemingway. He refused to let himself look at her, even though he could feel her gaze on him. When the excruciating long hour of class was over, he stayed in his seat a little longer to ensure he did not have to interact with the girl once more. When he thought it was safe, he picked up his stuff and got out of his seat. A folded piece of paper fell from the top of his binder. He could guess what it was, but he didn't believe it. He slowly opened it up. "(XXX) XXX-XXXX - Val" He tucked the paper in his pocket, and hummed a little as he left the classroom to meet his friends. Struggles\| Aiden has just gotten dumped by his girlfriend of four years and isn't handling it well at all. If he is not at work, he is often listening to sad break up music in his room and groaning. Also, it turns out she left him for one of his mates so he has been disassociating himself from his normal group of friends. Family\| - Father: James Langford, a construction worker of a few words. He loves his family but doesn't show it very often which lead to tension between him and Aiden. They're working on it. - Mother: Ashley Langford, a fourth grade teacher who loves to dote on her students and her sons. Aiden is admittedly a mama's boy and keeps in touch with her regularly. - Brother: Jake Langford, his younger brother who is currently playing basketball on a collegiate level and Aiden is very proud of him. Jake had always been the more athletic of the brothers which used to lead to conflicts when they were younger but now they are supportive of each other. Theme Song: Extras: Wants to be a high school English Teacher
8,704	246	18	272	738	Kaitlyn Holliday Finding out the lady had lived down in 4G, Kate was quick to start reciting the alphabet mentally to get an idea of how far that was from her apartment. It was actually the unit right next to hers, which was sort of humiliating once you put it into perspective. Kate couldn't even go past a unit without running into someone. Taking the lady's hand and shaking it, she looked at the sound of shuffling to see a tomato looking figure emerge from a room. Upon a closer look, it turned out to be a woman - someone she had never seen before in her time here. Based on the way she carried herself and how Kate felt, the lady either didn't give a damn in the world or was just too lazy to care about most things. Kate understood where she was coming from, as she was pretty much the same way. There wasn't much she cared about besides her clothes and her cars. Not enough time in the world for that. Watching her come over, Kate couldn't help but to smile at the girl's comment about her being sponsored by Adidas. She wished. Kate put her hand up in a half-assed wave of sorts, "Kate. Nice to meet you." She put her hand down into a fold, looking at Jeanne. "So, how do you two know each other?"	Full Name\| Damien Rankin Nicknames\| Damey Gender\| Male Age\| 24 Birthday\| 2nd September Job/Education\| Writer/Blogger/Web Designer Room Number\| 4C How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| 3 Months About Appearance\| Lean is a good word to describe Damien easily. he stands at about 5'9, not overly tall but not too small either. He has a slim build with little muscle or fat present but he's obviously more than just skin and bones as there is a little something to him. His hair is often untamed except for when he goes down to the Gypsy when he will put effort into combing the dark brown nest of hair into a suitable style. He is always clean shaven, shaving almost once everyday to avoid getting any unneeded stubble, god forbid a moustache. Usually on a normal day he'll wear a sweatshirt and trousers for staying inside, sometimes sweater and shirt if he's got others in the apartment. For going out, he'll put on a jacket and usually a shirt, although he adores wearing t-shirt and hoodies for lazy days in. Interests\| - Writing - Movies - Comics/Manga - Fashion - Tv Shows - Synthpop, Punk and Jazz music Fears\| - Being forgotten - Drowning - Boat Travel Sexuality\| Bisexual Personality\| Damien at first will come off as strange and slightly confusing, as he's often very enthusiastic but only shows it when somebody shows an interest in him or is interests. However his main go to for normal conversation is sarcasm and making deadpan jokes in situations, even if it's not he most appropriate of times. He's pretty friendly, although he may come off as a bit abrasive and makes some odd jokes, he's trying his best. Some would see him uptight but in reality the only thing he's uptight about is keeping his room clean, as he will often sleep in and get locked out because he has a brain like a sieve. When it comes to his friends Damien is a lot more chatty and will likely be hard to make him shut up. He drinks coffee a lot to try and keep him up later but usually ends up passing out at his computer. If someone ever asked him for help or had a problem he'd always be there as soon as he could with coffee, blankets and a movie. His main obsession is writing and he'll talk about it a lot, only if he realises the time is right because he realises he can rant on and on about manga and movies for too long sometimes History Biography\| From day one, Damien was pretty much sheltered and given great chances. His dad was a lawyer and his mother was a biochemist and the money just rolled in, meaning that the house he stayed in with his family was amazing, however, Damien was used to not being allowed out after 7pm even when he was 15 due to his parents being rather suspicious of their youngest son. They were hoping for a successful lawyer to get past what had happened with his sister who had moved out to go live with her boyfriend when Damien was 14 and she was 19. He didn't talk much to her because of how often she went out but she cared for him when he was upset, and god did that happen a lot. From the age of 10 Damien had problems socialising often as he found large groups intimidating and due to the way his mom had taught him, he always perceived himself to be a bother to others, so he often avoided going out. However, during High School he became better at socialising and gained a small group of friends, as that was what he was good with, small groups. When he was 18 he moved out to take a university course in English literature, he wouldn't have moved out however his mom divorced from his dad and both of them were itching for him to take sides, so he moved out. He moved in with his friend Joe who he knew from school, but unfortunately Joe was a bit of a "party animal" as he would often declare to Damien who just wanted to focus on work. He tried keeping in contact with his parents but they got way too strict about him seeing them once every week. Yes it was about a 2 hour drive but if he was ever driving, he'd usually bring Joe. He knew his parents wouldn't approve of their treasured youngest hanging out with such a guy. So he cut communication slightly. After university he started writing on his novels, even publishing one online, a mystery novel named "Fire of Atlantis". He was pretty proud of himself but after he was 23, Joe started doing drugs and drinking far too much. Damien ended up engaging in the stuff with him but he knew Joe was getting sick of Damien cleaning a lot and killing the mood at parties he held. And this came to fruition with a fight that ended with Damien getting punched in the face and told to get out by the end of the day. He'd already prepared and left as soon as he could, but he still wanted to live near the university so he could have easy access to the library. The day after being thrown out, he'd applied for the apartment and moved in as soon as he could after surfing around hotels waiting to move in. A Memory\| The smell of incense flooded Damien's nostrils as he grinned, watching his friends sit down on beanbags and seats he'd laid out. His room was plastered with movie and anime posters, books stacked up in the bookshelves on each side of his bedroom. This was fun, this how he remembered fun. His friends looking at him with awe and confusion as he laid out maps and scrolls he'd written up, as he shuffled their character sheets in his hands. Joe was there, his black hair tied back in a ponytail as he stared at the stuff Damien had written down. This moment ended with laughter as they all noticed the jokes in what Damien had written and he giggled too. Making people laugh and smile at his writing, with such ease there. Playing DND as his friends began discussing stuff with him and he could bend and write this world as he wanted. He always remembered the way the dice rolled as he shook it in his hand with finesse and extravagance. The good ol days some would call it. Struggles\| Lack of confidence in his writing. Feelings of being alone and inadequacy Fear of never accomplishing anything Family\| Father: Dorian Rankin Mother: Olivia Morton Siblings: Natalie Rankin Theme Song: Andromeda - Gorillaz Extras: He will dance when a song comes on he likes, he doesn't mean to, it just happens.
8,705	246	19	1,237	509	Eliza Nguyen "Mm nightclubs are alright, though I'm more of a social bar kind of gal. I pretty much lived at the Jazz lounge when I was in college." Eliza lightens up even more at the chance that there might be something similar in Suncrest. From their conversation, she could tell that Vivian wasn't a crazy party girl. A thought that she mentally sighed in relief. She's lived with that type of character before which always entailed waking up at 3 am to a drunken roommate who can't even get the bathroom door to open. As Rupert walks into the room with the energy in the amount enough to power a whole neighborhood, Eliza couldn't help but be as excited and energized as he was. Something about the liveliness he gave off seemed contagious. "I'd love to join you in that venture. Maybe I'll find something good enough to put on my blog." She hops up from her seat just in time for another of their roommate, Katie, to join in the conversation. "Great I'll freshen up real quick before we go." Eliza smiles at Vivian in acknowledge to lunch at the Rabbit Hole before slipping into her room and quickly picking out an outfit consisting of a white button up and light colored skinny jeans. She walks out of her room with a smile on her face excited to start the day. "Let's go treasure hunting."	Full Name\| Eliza Li Nguyen Nickname\| Liza, Eli, Winnie Gender\| Female Age\| 25 Birthday\| Dec 15 Job/Education\| Personal Trainer/ Fitness & Fashion Guru w/ Degree in Exercise Science Room Number\| 4F How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| Less than 2 weeks now About Appearance\| Eliza maintains a slim and fit build with a rigorous routine. Balanced dieting and running 3 miles every morning never hurt nobody, is what she always says. She is borderline obsessed with keeping up appearances. Running a successful fitness & fashion blog means she always must look her best even when sweatpants and ice cream are calling her name. You’ll never catch her in public bumming out since even her workout outfits are all top brand. She is half Vietnamese half French. 5'8 weighing in at 130 lbs. She keeps her dark brown hair wavy and long. Defined cheekbones and eyebrows, Eliza is a case of hard worked natural beauty. Interests\| -Exercising -Blogging -Tea -Jazz -Helping others -Morning Runs -Fashion Trends -Bath bombs Fears\| -Going back to old habits -Insects -Bullying -Her past self -Confrontation -Embarrassment Sexuality\| Bi- Curious Personality\| At times, she may seem conceited but it’s mainly because she cares a great deal about how she looks to other people. She is usually friendly and outgoing while maintaining a formal tone to those who aren’t as close to her. She enjoys helping others and because of her nature as a self-claim "guru" doesn't mind helping people out when it comes to fashion or fitness. Eliza is also passive when it comes to tension and would rather go on a run than confront a fight about dirty dishes. She's never been in a romantic relationship with a guy or a girl (an area of her life that she's trying to figure out) and is oblivious when someone is trying to hit on her. Because she's self- conscious, Eliza puts herself down but tries hard not to let others know that she is History Biography\| Eliza Nguyen grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. Born to a Vietnamese father and French mother she was raised under the pressure of academic excellence along with a younger sister. It was because of this she developed bad eating and sleeping habits that took a heavy toll on her body. Stress eating was the only way she could cope with trying to be a perfect child. Unfortunately, her peers didn’t take too kindly with her appearance as she didn’t fit society’s impossible standard of “beauty”. The outcome of this was severe bullying throughout middle and high school. Even her younger sister joined in the taunting. Eliza became severely self-conscious and fell into depression. It wasn’t until she got away from the hellish town and went to college did she aspire to quit her habits and improve her health and body. She became so self-absorbed with becoming fit that she cut out her past life completely. After graduating college with an exercise science degree, she disconnected herself from the small town and her family. Eventually she opened a blog titled “Strength and Love” that focused on the fitness and fashion aspect of her life garnering a reasonably large number of following. After a while, she moves to Suncrest to accept a personal trainer job with a top-level gym. Doing everything in her power to leave what she considered a shameful past behind and try to leave a more positive impact on herself and others around her. A Memory\| Towards the end of senior year Eliza opens her locker to find it trashed with spoiled food and slurs written all over. Pictures of the incident collected on social media and the few friends she had were too embarrassed to associate with her. Later finding out that her younger sister who was a Sophomore at the time, helped orchestrate the cruel prank. It ended up being a trigger in Eliza’s life to leave everything behind and start anew. Struggles\| Eliza is still too self-conscious about herself and runs away from her past even if it means losing her family. She has not yet figured out what she truly wants to do with her life; career or romantically. She was too busy transforming herself to even consider dating. But at the moment she is struggling whether or not the possibility of being bisexual. In terms of experiencing bullying, she tries hard to never come in contact with those who have bullied her in highschool. She hasn't spoken a word to her younger sister ever since she left the hell hole. Family\| Father: Thanh Nguyen; hardworking man who immigrated from Vietnam to America to pursue a better life and works hard owning a restaurant to ensure the success of his two daughters. He and his wife continually tries to contact Eliza to check up on her to no avail. Mother: Elle Nguyen (nee Durand) co-owns a French-Viet restaurant in a small town. Cares for her daughters but is also strict and not easy to please. Siblings: Sister Alice Nguyen; 2 years younger than Eliza they haven’t spoken since Eliza left home. Was mean and critical towards Eliza throughout their childhood because of her appearance calling her the “Ugly Duckling” of the family. Theme Song: Extras: Hometown is located somewhere Mid-West but she'll never say. Keeps her past life a secret from everyone else. She hides her face on her blog to ensure privacy.
8,706	246	20	1,426	32	Rupert Puckett Interacting: Vee / Eliza / Jeanne / Kaitlyn / Vern / Grant "FREE AND POSSIBLY BLESSED... OR CURSED, either way, intriguing. Good morning, sista~" Flailing his sweater paws waving at Katie, smiles and all. "So, like Brunch? Alright, can deal" He nodded towards Vinnie? Vickie? Some V. He grabbed his backpack quick. "Well, okay, let's get our asses up and moving!!" finger guns, shooting at the door as he skipped ever so merrily. And there stood, around 8 people at Suncrest's 4th floor, the other clump of girls: A living tomato, A timid strawberry and what might be an Amazonian goddess in modern sparta gear and then Mr. Abercrombie with a killer jaw. Wow this place gets crowded, L O V E L Y, he thought and not as a sarcastic remark. There's something about the presence of people that helped the guy cope with certain issues and the he was warmed at the fact that there are about more than 5 people he can run to in desperate need of distraction, he's starting to fall in love with the apartment. They all seemed nice, like-able even and Rupert is always open to pry and know more people. "HIIII-EEE, Good morning, neighbors!!" He waved pausing a skip, with that trademark Rupert cheeriness then swiftly going back to skipping down to the junk pile of wonders. "Well, go on, feel free to take whatever." Lourdes heaved dropping what seemed like the last box of junk. Immediately, Pertie's attention was grabbed by a black box that standed out from the rest of the carton boxes. With no hesitation he took the dusty lid off and discovered "JACKPOT! Fuck me raw with a chainsaw, it's a ouija board!" Hot shit. He doesn't believe much in the supernatural but maybe it's time that changed. "What's next a crystal ball?" wiggling his brows, sadly the box only had some half melted red and black candles. ballz. "Who owned this and are they still alive?!". He hopped on to the next box and scored a denim jacket, half-worn and a bit loose but just right to his tastes. The next spoil was a copy of Orwell's '1984' and Huxley's 'Brave New World', Pertie loves him some dystopian fiction. It was a next to a box of unopened packs of streamers, red cups, polka-dotted paper hats, and a few more supplies of the like. "The fuck is this, a care package from Party City?" Examining what turned out to be an un-popped confetti popper, which reminded him... "Hey, you guys want to throw a little party and christen 4F as our new den? You can bring in plus twos or plus fifties, the more the merrier." Pertie almost squealed. Admittedly, he just wanted the distraction of setting it up but he hasn't partied in a while so it's an extra incentive. And just then another idea clicked, remembering the "spacious rooftop" part in the craigslist ad. He laid his spoils down and walked towards Lourdes. Always has to be an extra step for the guy. "HOLD UP ACTUALLY, Mama Lourdes, can we pretty please use the rooftop for a little party? We will clean it up afterwards and we won't even get in your hair, full responsibility on me. Please?" clasping hers and the lady's hand together before she even realized. Gritted smile waiting for a response met with an "Okay, just don't burn the apartment down and make sure you're not disruptive to the other tenants." "Thank you, I love you, you're the best!!" he announced slightly louder than he thought as he hugged her, personal space what? "I'm excited, are you excited?! Can you help me plan it? You will, right? meals on me if you do, say yes?" He asked the group, who might actually be a bit overwhelmed? gleeful? what's on their faces? Rupert has a hard time reading people and it takes him a while. He grabbed his spoils and slid it in his backpack. "OKAY, let's get brunch, I am starving!" he exclaimed, smile beaming because he now has a big excuse to run from the problem, the ex boyfriend problem. Not that it's bothering him at all, 'psh, what even is a Lucas?!' his smile dropped a bit, even remembering his name brought out that slither of discomfort. Why is it even bothering him so much? the thought lingered but he brushed it off with the image of waffles and freshly brewed coffee.	Full Name\| Rupert Ingrid Puckett Nickname(s)\| Pertie / boy RIP (Jockey name/Pseudonym) / Satan's Virgin Bride Gender\| Male Age\| 24 Birthday\| April 15 Education/Job\|Major: Journalism, Minor: Mass Communication, Occupation: Radio Jockey Room Number\| 4F How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| 2 weeks About Appearance\| Minimalist chic, is what he calls it, it's when someone wears an outfit that passes off well enough as fashionable but doesn't necessarily interfere with comfort. He's usually spotted wearing plain t shirts, button downs or collared shirts under flannels, vests, cardigans, or hoodies. For bottoms, she usually wears shorts, or pants, mostly anything above the knees but he does occasionally put on skin tight pants and may wear some one-piece clothing if he feels cute in them. He has a pair or two of eyeglasses, he occasionally wears them when he's too tired to put contact lenses on, he has a particularly terrible eyesight. His feet is usually comforted by sneakers, boots, flats and dress shoes... does he wear heels? Uhm, hunty, this gurl moves around and he doesn't want any pain on those precious twinkles. 5'8 ft of destruction and noise. He has a small pentagram on his left bicep. There are times when he dyes his hair blonde because it makes him feel like a different person and "there are just times that you have to escape yourself, you know what I mean? It's just a thing that happens okay, l e t m e l i v e." Interests\| -TALKING(he's big on conversations, he can keep one going for hours... maybe even a whole day) -The presence of people -Cafes and coffee, never tea.. blech. -Music (SHOW TUNES, INDIE POP, Sad songs that make you weep inside) -Movies -Comics/Graphic Novels -Entertainment news (mostly the "geek" stuff) -Literature (lives for it) -Pop culture (in general) -Morbid humor -Gossip -Singing (did anyone say Karaoke?) Fears\| -Losing his voice, figuratively and literally. -Losing a fight, or control in a situation. -Accidentally coming out to his Family. -Dogs Sexuality\| Homosexual (Ambiguous and sort of closeted to his family, will not disclosed unless asked oh and he's on grindr) Personality\| Rupert is a boy of many words, he can literally talk for hours on end and has a very good sense of working people into and out of things which is a very helpful skill in his choice of a career. This makes him a bit unbearable for some people, especially those who are fond of the quiet and silence. The boy has become a bit of a compulsive liar. He is the kind of person who would be the first to greet you in a room full of people, the one who would attend to you the moment you enter his proximity; the fact that he talks a lot doesn't mean he forgets to listen though and he does his best to stay observant, sometimes even calculating. Because of his upbringing and being a neglected middle child, Rupert has always thrived and strive for attention. There's this impulse for him to always say what he thinks, even if it's unwarranted. He's a street-smart type of a person, who always feels like he comes up short with the academic intellect and feels very conscious about it. His need to always be in control of a situation sometimes turns him intimidating and bossy, he's not really that aware of it, his friends are too scared to call him out but he does catch himself sometimes... but barely cares. He hates being on the losing side and has trouble coming to terms with defeat. His being gabby is a sort of defense mechanism, if he doesn't let out words from his mouth, he tends to implode and be antsy. He's easily consumed by his head when left alone, this is why he loves noise and crowds because he can just easily lose himself in the chaos of it all. Although when he does have no choice then he just writes his thoughts down on paper, thus, the odd stories on his notebook; this is to let his thoughts flow somewhere else than let them implode. Pertie is your typical neglected middle child with a rebellious streak striving to be an... almost decent person, or whatever passes as a friend you can call in times of need, for a little exchange sometimes. History Biography\| Rupert's childhood was a bit difficult, having always been stuck in the sidelines because of the middle-child syndrome, he never really felt adequate about his self because his older sister's achievements always overpowered his. It was bearable and simple at first, his parents are naturally fond of kids but being busy doctors with people to save and details to attend, attention has always been lacking. Things just got harder as he grew up and upon realization, he knew he had to fight for the attention and that mediocrity was not a trait his family approves of. There's something fiercely sad about feeling under appreciated by your parents, when that's all you've ever asked for. Pertie was never book-smart and although he never failed classes and sure, he's had some remarkable A's, in the Puckett household that's sub-par and straight A's are just standard. His relationship with his siblings or the lack thereof is something he has been trying to remedy recently and is turning out to be a struggle, because apparently 15 years of being distant is not something you can just fix right away, who'd've thunk?! Contrasting from his current hyper-sociability, High school was just about as awkward a phase as anyone could have for Pertie; he was still in denial about most of the things about him, mainly his sexuality and then about his mental state, it alienated him from people and social interactions were unbearable. He only kept a few friends, although that's what he tells himself because truth be told, he was hard to be with, people left him and it was not the other way around. It was only in uni that he started developing a habit for self-love and eventually coming to terms with himself and the state he was in. With over-achieving siblings, a younger brother currently taking up medicine and a lawyer as a sister, Pertie's leaning towards the liberal arts is a sort of way to get his parent's attention. Having come to terms with the fact that he can't outsmart his siblings academic-wise, and having skills beyond the books and the grits, he's realized that he can beat them in other areas. It has worked somehow, his parents actually remembered his birthday for 3 years straight... although he wasn't sure if that's because they've been on facebook, so it's still a work in progress. Rupert's love for pop culture and the arts has always been a sort of safe haven and it is the one thing that made life more bearable so he decided that maybe through that very thing he knows best, he can finally show his parents his worth. He started building a portfolio and a youtube vlog documenting his thoughts and opinions with various multimedia quirks thrown in. Later on and with conviction, he entered Washington Uni taking Journalism as his major, planning to build up on what he has began. He was determined to do exceedingly well, It's never just a task for Rupert, it's always a competition. For the first year of uni, Rupert has been staying at the Puckett house and it was convenient at first but then deadlines became a maddening thing and transportation was a bit of hassle so he had to live somewhere closer. For the next two years after that, his then best friend-love-of-his-life and his own little ass rented a little flat they found on craigslist in the little town of Suncrest. After a year into Uni, he found himself volunteering for the graveyard shift at the community radio and that was when "boy RIP" was born, breaking in the nightly gossip with a little helping of actual news at 10 in the pm. Who would have thought that a year into university would make him realize that he's just not the best at a lot of things? Singing? Acting? Writing? Performing? BEING ALIVE? He was feeling sub-par and for a while, that felt like hell but then he gradually started coming to terms with it. Things were going well, which was a new normal for the somehow-achiever and the community radio has been getting some recognition, both good and controversial sometimes bad, his days at the Uni is almost through but there's still a little dillemma about what specific career path to take. Money was never a problem because he has rich parents who gives him finances as long as he stays out of their hair and out of trouble, but then things went sour after sometime in the flat so now his roommate turned ex boyfriend slash heartbreak #1 kicked him out after a little altercation. Rupert's psyche is a bit of a mess at this point and he needs to figure his shit out and fast, he can't be graduating with loose ends and a cluttered head. He spotted a little ad about some open slots at this "Suncrest Heights" -a place for living and getting his grip on life back, maybe. And so, the lost boy starts anew. A Memory\| There was this haunting presence that was presented to him when he was 15, it was an evening alone at the Puckett house. The windows displayed an almost alienating presence of snow that engulfed the entirety of town and it felt like he was completely alone. He was always used to having someone around, even just that slight presence in the air; like the house help or a visiting cousin, or just his siblings. But that night, he came home late from class and everyone else has left to get dinner and got stuck in the snowstorm. Something struck Rupert inside from this deafening silence that sits in the air and before he knew it, the noise in his head started to override the presence of the silence, it was one thought after another, discomfort that left a bitter taste in the mouth. Maybe it was the overwhelming influx of thoughts, maybe it was the feeling of drowning in that space of being alone and that suffocating silence but it was almost like the world was dissipating and he was shrinking into himself, no, like the world was shrinking into him and he's about to get crushed, and the cold was about to freeze his heart off and that static came in, ringing louder and louder and he could feel his pulse, like blood was about to burst out from his fingertips. It was his first time experiencing a sensory overload and he couldn't do anything. Before he knew it he was running for the front door, fighting the shut down, hitting his shin on the edge of a table, cutting a wound open then 'click'. They were home, he stood there motionless for a moment then fell on his knees, it was only then that he noticed the wet dripping down his cheeks. That was the one moment since he came home bruised and black-eyed from a fight in 2nd grade that he saw the concern in their eyes. "Pertie!" both his siblings cried, his father picked him up, her mother ran for the med kit, his eyes closed but a fulfilling warmth followed, his last thought -"This is what it takes?" followed by a pang in his heart. Struggles\| The thing about not keeping at least a few good friends around is not having a few good friends around when you've been knocked down and over by life and needing some sort of emotional support, the one bestfriend you've been keeping is now just another stranger who also sort of hates you because you both messed up and your not exactly in talking terms with your siblings or your parents or anyone in general. But hey, there are always strangers to make sort of friends out of... if they figure you're not as terrible as what your blabbermouth makes you out to be. And also, there's always uni and schoolwork and your graveyard shift to drown yourself in but oh my god, you're actually feeling very delicate and on edge so big whoop. But you know what, You always figure things out, it's just another thing that happens, it's whatever, grin face, side eye, wink face. Family\| Father: Otto Puckett, A Pediatrician, works very hard. Loves kids, can not tolerate teenagers. Would do anything for his wife. The most concerned about Rupert in the family, does try to reach out to him every so often but to no avail. Mother: Zygmunty Puckett, A surgeon, the busiest in the family. Iron Lady, very strict with her kids but does enjoy their company every so often. Loves his husband very much. Has a hard time understanding Rupert, is very upset about him and is also a bit against his homosexuality. Siblings: Sister: Hannah Ilyse Puckett, an over-achieving lawyer. Can be very cold and calculating, cares about her family very much. Haven't been in a romantic relationship ever. Is probably the closest Rupert has to a friend at the moment but she is too busy to attend to him. The most emotionally open in the family. Brother: Hansel Aleph Puckett, 2 years younger than Rupert, is studying to become a Psychiatrist. Looks up to his older siblings and respects his parents the most. Values honesty and loves listening to Rupert ramble, but does have trouble reciprocating attention to him. Knows the most about Rupert even though they're not necessarily friends, they tolerate each other if anything. Rupert thinks he's a bit too stuck up and dogmatic. Theme Song: Extras: Has a little thing with writing short stories/sketches that usually ends in a comically tragic death Collects stickers but never sticks them on anything, just has this overflowing pouch full of em
8,707	246	21	1,570	4,031	After putting all of her groceries in the proper location, Barbara sprawled out on her couch. Her head rested on the pillows as she closed her eyes for a moment, her legs stretched out as she wiggled her toes in happy motion. Sundays were nice for these moments right here. She reached for her phone and browsed through missed texts and flicked through her Facebook wall. She remembered when Facebook first had became popular, and now it was a place for memes and a cess pool for all the people that were doing better off than her. Barbara closed her eyes for a moment ready to take a little cat nap before a sudden pounding on the door woke her up. "Fuck me." she groaned as she flung her self slowly up and off the couch. She peeked through the door to see the guy she had shown around when he had first arrived. Bryan was lucky he was a handsome and fun person to hang out with or Barbara would have slunk back to the couch and pretended not to be home for the rest of the evening. Unlocking the door and unlatching the metal chain that posed as a secondary lock, Barbara opened the door with a soft smile, "Couldn't resist? Had to come see your ol' girl again?" Babs asked, teasing Bryan as she opened the door for him. He was dressed exceptionally nice and she wondered what she owed the pleasure of him visiting. "Make yourself at home Bry, I just got ice cream if you want some." she offered, making sure he took off his shoes before he entered into her home.	Full Name\| Barbara Jane Mills. Nickname\| Babs by her friends. BJ by her enemies. Gender\| Female Age\| Twenty Three Birthday\| June Seventeeth. Gemini. Yikes. Sexuality\| Heterosexual, but has been known to kiss a girl or two. Job/Education\| Photography major at WCC. Cashier at the convenience store. Room Number\| Room 4B How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| A little over a year. About Appearance\| Barbara is petite, standing at around Five foot three and weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred twenty five pounds. She doesn't work out too often, but does a lot of walking and heavy lifting at work. She also does some dancing on the weekends which helps burn off the calories of the fast food she mostly eats. Babs has sandy brown hair and light blue eyes, she hates her nose but wouldn't go as far as having plastic surgery to "fix" it. Her clothing style is very much comfort over fashion. She will be mostly seen around with plain sweaters, shirts, jeans, leggings, and sometimes on a special occasion a dress or two. She loves her Timberlands- being originally from New York she has several pair and considers them a staple in any outfit. Barbara doesn't have any predominant scars or markings across her fair skinned body. She has a single pierced lobe on each side of her head and no tattoos as of yet. She plans to get one when she can save up the money for it after finishing school this summer. Interests\| Eye for the details: Barbara loves photography as well as traditional art, she is currently majoring in Photography at the community college. She loves to draw and paint and thinks that everyone should have at least some type of creative outlet in their life. My girl likes to part all the time: Young, dumb, and full of cu- communication! Barbara is a social butterfly. She is outgoing and makes friends pretty easily wherever she goes. She loves to go party and drink whenever she doesn't have a late night shift. City living: Originally from Brooklyn, New York- Barbara has a love and yearning for the city life. She loves to be on the move and in the midst of whatever is going on. If she isn't invited to go somewhere and finds out about it, she will be disappointed and upset about it for months on end. She won't let you live it down, and will remind you of this any time she has a chance. Fears\| Creepy Crawlies: Like most people, Barbara has a fear of bugs, rodents, and some reptiles. She doesn't mind looking at them from afar but after seeing a few cockroach too many- the girl decided enough is enough and wants nothing to do with any of them. She is adamant about killing them on sight and has no remorse. You shall not pass: Failure is a big fear and constant worry of Barbara. Though her personality would dictate that she is having a good time and her smile would say she is happy she is a constant battle within herself that she isn't doing what she needs to be doing. She decided to do major in photography because of it being her passion but she knows her mother wouldn't be the proudest of her decisions. Personality\| Easily Manipulated. Friendly. Outgoing. Caring. Stubborn. Babs is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. She is usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your meal while she talks to you but she means well, she cares. Barbara is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about. She wants the best for everyone and herself. However, once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise. History Biography\| Barbara Jane Mills was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their respected spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Brian and Diane. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Bab's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about nine dollars in singles. Diane now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She went online and met Franklin Moore(Frank), an older gentleman who was in need of a wife and had a bit of cash to spend. Work was all that Frank knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases. So Diane decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life with rich man Frank in Brooklyn, New York. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Barbara was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in Frank's apartment, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without the absence of material goods. Growing up was smooth sailing for Babs. She was well rounded, liked by most people and an average student. She eventually left home in Brooklyn and came to Washington DC, to go to college and start off her own life. She has been in and out of apartment buildings for awhile until she finally settled in Suncrest and has been working and commuting back and forth to school for the last year and a half. A Memory\| "You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?" The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Barbara you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Babs continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from one of the heaters in the convenience store. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice until she could eat later. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her friends and her. It was coming up on their first anniversary of all meeting one another; which was exciting for her. For them. She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a group text to them while she thought about it. Cant wait to see u looooosers. I love you. Ttyl Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cash register where she would start again on her so called job. After a few hours of this she clocked out and went home. Struggles\| Brian Mills: Brian Mills is Barbara's estranged father that left her mother when she was pregnant. Barbara doesn't let this effect her day to day life but she has always been interested in the man that he was, and who he became, and why he left in the first place. She would be very interested in finding and speaking to him one day. It would help her fill in the gaps of missing parts of herself. Pill Popping: With the partying came the drinking, and with the drinking came the drugs. Barbara is known to go a little overboard sometime when it comes to these things and has a couple occasions where she wasn't sure if she was going to wake up the next day. She doesn't let her friends know about her problem, but wouldn't be surprised if they had an inclination of what was happening when she'd lock herself in her apartment for a few days after a night out on the town. Family\| Father: Brian Mills: Unknown. Step Father: Franklin Moore: Lawyer. Mother: Diane Moore: Housewife. Siblings: None that she is aware of. Theme Song: Dej Loaf - Back Up If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be leavin' voice messages Sayin' "I can do you right, do you better than your exes" Extras: Can't drive. Snores. Allergic to cats.
8,708	246	22	1,036	76	Bryan Alexanders interacting with Bryan Waited a few moments for an answer. In the few moments he spent waiting he checked his breath to make certain it smelled of freshness, even if it had Bryan would pop a wintergreen altoid for safe measure. When he had finished checking his breath Bryan brushed his hand across his waves taking care to keep them nice and smooth and catching any stray hair that may be out of place. Smoothing his jacket next. Bryan finished last minute preening he heard the clicking and unlatching of the door as it opened slowly. There she stood those gorgeous eyes demanding his attention. Fuck, she was cute Bry thought to himself as she began to speak, "Couldn't resist? Had to come see your ol' girl again?" “You KNOW I couldn’t babygirl” he said giving a wink and a smile as he took her invitation to come in. Btyan knew the rules from the first time he was over here and as PER the rules he slipped his shoes off at the door causing him to lose about an inch in height but still leaving him standing a solid 6’2. “That’s a no go on the ice cream babygirl. It doesn’t really sit well with getting cursed out 1st thing in the morning.” He said with a smile. As he gave babs a friendly hug before stealing her seat on the couch. “today is a nice day you would say right I think so too but heres the thing nightclubs don’t really be jumpin like that on Sundays like have you ever seen Sunday at a night club? Its b-team at best and its boring as fuck so what I was thinking is that id take you up on that offer from when we first hung out. I say the two New Yorkers show Washington how a party is thrown you feel me? Like we gotta get checked out with Lourdes but I don’t see a no” Bryan said in hopes that she would be down. The party needed to get in production Now if it was going to happen. “I already got a DJ some food girls all that shit on speed dial but im saying I don’t know if you know but I know we need some you know…you know” He wasn’t sure if she got the reference but hoped she did some weed would have this party lit and some ex well everybody would be sure to have a damn good time. He knew he bombarded her with a lot of questions but knew the NYC in her would catch it all and give it right back he had no worries he just awaited the green light and this shit was on.	Alrighty, here you go. ^^ "Don't judge me I was born to be awesome not perfect" Bryan Alexanders Name\| Bryan Emerson Alexanders Nickname\| Bry, b-ry, The Lovable asshole, THEE Wingman, Gender\| Male Age\| 26 Birthday\| February 7, 1991 Job/Education\| Jr. Marketing Manager, Bachelors in marketing Room\| 4D How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| Just under a month About Appearance\| Bryan bears very distinguished features starting with his 6ft stature and chestnut skin color to his naturally defined muscle tone that he normally keeps hidden under his form fitting Dress Shirts. His style of clothing is simple...to him at least "a suit for any ocassion and an occasion for any suit." That is Bryan's motto his life mantra if you will. He does have a tattoo of "Black Panthers logo" on his chesteven he doent know the full story behind it he was certain he was drunk when it happened though. Interests\| Friends, Bryan is very loyal to his friends often times he is the life of the outtings normally drawing attention to the table when at a club or even trying to hook his single friends up. Women, Since he was young Bryan had found himself loving the opposite sex thanks to his older sister Amarra who coaxed him out of his shell and got him talking. and Fun, these include but are by no means limited too...Laser tag, Paint balling, speed dating, going to the gym, hanging out and making plans at the local watering hole. Fears\| Bryan needs people, very needy in fact most dont know this about him because it is something he keeps well hidden behind a smile or funny one liner but Bryan suffers with depression and anxiety. Bryan feels the need to make every situation a happy one and when things are going to a dark type of place he handles it with laughter. or at least tries his best to. Sexuality\| Heterosexual Personality\| Funny outgoing and very caring these are the ingredients chosen to create the worlds greatest wingman. That's Bryan in a nutshell there is nothing he wouldn't do for his friends. And always quick with the joke to lighten the mood he believes that if you can make people laugh then you can make the situation brighter. Bryan, while he cant deal with heavy emotional situations will suck it up in a one on one convo its hard for him to drop his guard but he will if it means helping a friend. History Biography\| Bryan grew up in a damn good household in Queens, New York his mother was a lawyer his father a Doctor and his older sister was was an aspiring model. Needless to say the good looking genes didn't skip him but he knew he needed something more than good looks he just hadn't discovered what gift was given to him from the proverbial gene pool. His father wasn't distant so much as always busy but made sure to spend time with him when the time allowed. His mothers story was just the same she was always busy and stayed on him about school and made sure to be in his ACADEMIC life as much as she could. So it was pointless to say that he was SUPER close to his parents it was more of an in passing type of relationship. His sister on the other hand had basically raised him and gave him all the MORAL support he needed to succeed and helped to pull him out of his shell that he had started to develop due to not really having anyone. Bryan couldn't help thinking that he was burden on her, because instead of spending time with him she could be doing things for herself but, She had saved Bryan and he had come to depend on her until she showed him how to dress and talk to girls and when he made out for the 1st time all bets were off. That was effectively how he started his high school experience. High school was a blur to be honest it was a whirlwind of making the grades that had let him shine through and blaze through year after year. Although he was beyond smart unlike most of the smart kids he wasn't bullied that could have been due in part to his naturally muscular physique. Truth be told though Bryan was a comedian but unless you sat down and got to know him you could never tell. he always had most people he met smiling or laughing for some reason or another and could always lighten the mood with a quick quip or random comment. College Life For Bryan was where he really had begun to blossom This was the place in which he truly found himself from his style to his voice to his form of expression he took everything he had learned and saw from his past experiences and mashed them together and in the hot fires of college did Bry emerge he no longer required help with women he knew better how to balance social and school life. His style of dress went from the basics of what his sister showed him to casual suits and dress suits and ties to just becoming an all around smooth talker that had charmed his way under many a skirt the only problem was they always wanted to stay and cuddle and all that, and it wasn't really his scene at the time. For the right person though he would be willing to push beyond his own boundaries and maybe give the after sex thing a shot. Again thanks in part to his sister Bryan knew how to shop his ass off. A Memory\| When Bryan was 9 the family took a trip to Universal studios and had got seperated from his family his sister most of all and when he couldnt find her he had begun to panic unsure of what was happening to him, person after person had asked him what was wrong but it only made the situation worse. the whole time this was happening he could only think that he was being abandoned for being too needy. this was the stage of his first Anxiety attack. Struggles\| Dealing with Anxiety over the years, Losing his sister, Family\| Father: Gabriel Alexanders Mother: Felecia Alexanders
8,709	246	23	1,313	1,439	Jeanne Croft "I'm not walking Verne, I just have shit to do in the house and thought I'd go for a walk. Something you'd never do." She grinned to make it clear she was joking, before turning back to Kate. "Well, I mean, I can go over to her place and bitch basically." She shrugged and leant against the wall, idly spinning her keychain around her finger just so her hands would have something to do. "She's like a punching back for emotional baggage. You can sort of hit her with it and she'll just shrug." A smile crossed over her face, and the keys flew off of her finger, causing her to blush and scurry over to them, then stuff them in her pocket. She'd already embarrassed herself.	Full Name:: Jeanne Gorgina Croft Nickname: Jeanne, (To most people) JJ, (To friends) Georgie, (To her SO/Family) G-J (Nobody calls her this.) She's pretty straight-laced. Gender: Female Age: 22 Birthday: She has one. Job/Education: She works at a pharmacutical labratory doing cosmetic tests in Washington DC, as well as small time modelling jobs. Any rumours of her having a cam site are FALSE AND WRONG and should be dismissed. Any viewing of said camsite is equally FALSE AND WRONG, and the person is actually her twin sister. Any rumours she doesn't have a twin sister is FALSE AND WRONG. Room Number: 4G Time in Suncrest: Just over a month. She's kept to herself too, so she barely knows anyone. Appearance: Jeanne is not someone that cares much about their appearance. Whilst working, she obviously has her hair tightly secured and wears a lab coat/goggles, but underneath that she tends to wear what she wears litterally all the time: a t-shirt and yoga pants. It's pretty comfy, and she doesn't care what people think. She has no tattoos, but has three pericings on both of her ears, one in her nose, and one in her belly button. If she puts a stud inside is quite a different matter. She also has a nasty chemical burn on her left thigh, which she doesn't like to talk about. Interests: Films: ]Particularly cult classics. Jeanne is a massive cinema buff, and she absolutely adores chilling out in front of the TV watching a film. EDM Music:Jeanne bought a set of expensive headphones specifically so she could get better sound quality for her music. Her music player is filled with The Prodigy, Pendulum, Pegboard Nerds, Knife Party and far more. Reading: Jeanne will devour literature, make no mistake. Any book within reach will be practically inhaled by her, and she has a far-ranging taste in literature. And very strong opinions too. Fears: Lab accidents: She really doesn't like talking about this one, but she is insanely cautious when it comes to anything in a lab. Going blind: One of her reoccurring and most primal fears, not helped by a prescription that seemingly changes at will. Centipedes: Spiders, she can handle. Anything with that many legs is not to be trusted. Sexuality: Anything. She's been pretty asexual for most of her life, and it's really only now she's found out how much she likes intimate relationships. Theme Song: A Memory Possibly the memory that sticks in her head the most is when she realised that she could make cash in the adult industry. She's a pretty shy girl who never really thought she looked that good (low self esteem is fun,) but suddenly random strangers gave her money for jilling off? Biography: Born an only child to a Russian immigrant and a Washington local, Jeanne didn't have an easy childhood. Her father worked as a mechanic- a damn good one mind, but still a mechanic, and her mother a nurse at an ER clinic, and on the time she was off, she worked odd jobs- whatever was paying, which was mostly maid work. Determined to earn enough cash for her parents when they were older, Jeanne was a dedicated student, and was willing to plunge herself deep into debt in order to one day crawl out. She works as a student of medicine and virology, with hopes of joining the CDC or MSF, although for now she'd be happy to pass her exams and make it as a qualified doctor and virologist. Since the local community college isn't great when it comes to her field, she has to make a commute into the city proper almost every day. Rent's cheap though, so she's glad to sacrifice some sleep for some security. She does modelling on the side, although she's recently scored a small contract with a glasses firm, which she has fingers crossed will work out. When she's out and about, she nearly always has two things in her hands- a smoothie, and papers. Or a research book. Or a tablet with research papers on it. Or just a medical textbook. Honestly, if she isn't studying, she's either sick, or too tired and her brain too numb to actually study. Apparently she was cool. Anyone want to be friends with a geeky med student?
8,710	246	24	1,201	1,268	Aiden Langford Interacting with: Damien Ramkin Aiden almost sighed with relief as Damien managed to play off his awkwardness with humor. He let himself relax, taking his hands out of his pocket and running one of them through his hair. "Well, I had to eventually. I like to know some things about the person I'd be living with for who knows how long," he replied with warm smile, one of the first ones he's had in weeks. He was surprised at himself and Damien for accomplishing that. "I've been... too busy to meet people yet. Aside from Vivian, but I met her before I moved in actually." What Aiden didn't say was that it was actually a pleasant surprise for him that the girl that he met in the bookstore the other day was actually his new neighbor. If he wasn't so heartbroken at the moment, he might even think of her as 'cute'. But the idea of dating someone new was absolutely horrifying for Aiden and he'd rather not deal with the fact that he hadn't gotten over Val yet. "Anyways, I've figured it was time to finally socialize," he said, shaking away any thoughts he had about his ex-girlfriend. "Did you have any plans? If not, I wouldn't mind some company as I introduced myself to our neighbors."	Full Name\| Aiden James Langford Nickname\| AJ (But prefers Aiden over nicknames) Gender\| Male Age\| 25 Birthday\| February 28th Job/Education\| Part-time Librarian and Substitute teacher Room Number\| 4C How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| One week About Appearance\| In the looks department, Aiden is an average guy through and through. He wears simple t-shirts and jeans whenever he can, makes no attempts to tame his wavy hair, and shaves his face daily as part of his morning routine. When he is teaching, he puts a little bit of effort by wearing a long-sleeved button-up and slacks. He has no scars or tattoo, but he has a birthmark in the shape of a S-shaped blob on his lower back. He stands at the white male average height of 5"10 and has a lanky build, which often makes him seem like the younger brother rather than the older one. He only works out when his friends prod him to go with them, so he isn't in the best shape. He is also rather pale because of his tendency of staying indoors. Interests\| - Books - Horror Movie Marathons - Teas - Cooking Fears\| - The idea of having an unfulfilling life - Spiders - Never finding love again Sexuality\| Heterosexual Personality\| Aiden is an admirer of the English language and somewhat of a romantic because of it. He understands the power of words and how they can have a large effect on people depending on what was said. Therefore, he is very careful with his words unless he is feeling nervous, which seems to throw his mental dictionary out the door. At the same time, he is rather sensitive to what people say about him and feels insecure easily when ill things are said of him. If asked, Aiden will say that he generally likes people. He likes to have faith in humanity and their capability of doing good. So he tries to keep an open mind about others and learn their side of the story before passing any judgement. But he is still human, so he is still prone to wrong judgement and it is hard for him to change it once he makes it. History Biography\| Being the son of a teacher, Aiden grew up to become an advocate of education. He always took his studies seriously and was an A/B student, his weakest subject being science. His father was strict and originally wanted Aiden to work at the sites with him, but gave up once he saw that his son wasn't cut out for physical labor. On the other hand, his mother is delighted that Aiden will be following her footstep and by becoming a teacher. During his time in university, he fell in love with a girl and they began dating. After their graduation, they found an apartment together and he began working as a librarian in between the times he wasn't substitute teaching. His life wasn't quite where he wanted it, but it was a start. After four years of dating, she broke up with him and moved out of their apartment. Soon, he decided to move as well. Everything there reminded him of her and he needed a change of pace. Fortunately, he found an ad for a room at Suncrest Heights and decided to apply for it. He wanted to move as soon as possible. A Memory\| The beginning of his failed relationship: A gorgeous girl with long, sandy blonde hair and sunkissed skin walked into the classroom and it was a miracle that she had decided to take the seat next to him. She flashed him a sweet smile and he already felt himself melting. His palms were sweating as he attempted to smile back at her, which was apparently more funny than charming as she made a strange face before laughing. Her laugh sent shivers down his spine. Thoroughly embarrassed, he focused his attention at the professor lecturing about Ernest Hemingway. He refused to let himself look at her, even though he could feel her gaze on him. When the excruciating long hour of class was over, he stayed in his seat a little longer to ensure he did not have to interact with the girl once more. When he thought it was safe, he picked up his stuff and got out of his seat. A folded piece of paper fell from the top of his binder. He could guess what it was, but he didn't believe it. He slowly opened it up. "(XXX) XXX-XXXX - Val" He tucked the paper in his pocket, and hummed a little as he left the classroom to meet his friends. Struggles\| Aiden has just gotten dumped by his girlfriend of four years and isn't handling it well at all. If he is not at work, he is often listening to sad break up music in his room and groaning. Also, it turns out she left him for one of his mates so he has been disassociating himself from his normal group of friends. Family\| - Father: James Langford, a construction worker of a few words. He loves his family but doesn't show it very often which lead to tension between him and Aiden. They're working on it. - Mother: Ashley Langford, a fourth grade teacher who loves to dote on her students and her sons. Aiden is admittedly a mama's boy and keeps in touch with her regularly. - Brother: Jake Langford, his younger brother who is currently playing basketball on a collegiate level and Aiden is very proud of him. Jake had always been the more athletic of the brothers which used to lead to conflicts when they were younger but now they are supportive of each other. Theme Song: Extras: Wants to be a high school English Teacher
8,711	246	25	92	2,185	Interacting with : Pertie(), Vee(), Eliza() Katie thought of the proposals by both Vee and Pertie. Before Vee walked off Katie's voice followed her saying, "A Rabbit Hole lunch sounds good to me. I'll see ya there." After that she turned to the other two and said, "Modern day adventures we are searching for the lost junk box." She smiled at her horrible joke and quickly finished her smoothie before they left. Katie stood back letting Pertie rifle through the boxes first getting the less valuable items outta the way. She always thought he had odd tastes at times but when he scored a copy of 1984 she indeed frowned a bit. Once he moved on to the next box she searched the one the books had come from. In the bottom lying under the rubble of Pertie's ransacking, she noticed an unused journal. Picking it up she thought about how she hadn't used one of these since junior high. Deciding she might as well keep it since she was unlikely to find anything else she listened to the tail end of Pertie's excitement on a possible party. She smirked thinking it might be a good way to get over her annoyances she'd been having recently. "Sure, party sounds like fun. I'll help but you should know I've never actually planned a successful party. Let's go eat and talk about it there."	Full Name\| Katie Pruett Nickname\| Kat(Doesn't like the nickname) Gender\| Female Age\| 22 Birthday\| February 8 Job/Education\| Works at the Rabbit Hole/Studying Journalism at Wallace Community College Room Number\| 4F How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| 1 week and 3 days About Appearance\| Katie Pruett stands at a height of 5'5", but don't let her short stature fool you. Her hair is a natural red, but occasionally she will dye it to make it a brighter red. Her eyes are that of a deep hazel that she often uses to stare into the souls of anyone she is annoyed by or hates. Just a joke but many think of her eyes as like daggers sometimes. Her attire is typically centered around whatever toboggan she is wearing that day. She owns quite of few of them. From there it depends on how casual or dressed up she wants to be. Her casual attire will either be some sort of sweater, skirt, and jacket or overalls paired with a t-shirt. She refuses to wear high heels and usually has on sneakers or some nice boots. When she is dressing up she has two suits and a semi-nice dress. She does take off the toboggan when she's dressing up. The only other noticeable features about her are the numerous freckles lining her face and a singular scar on the front of her right knee from when she had to have surgery for a sports accident. Other than that there is really nothing else distinguishable about her appearance. Interests\| Stars in the sky Sports Working Learning the truth/Finding the facts Doing better than show offs, jerks, bullies, and other similar people Bragging about it to those kinds of people Fears\| Losing her friends Something bad happening to her sisters Hurting someone Sexuality\| Heterosexual Personality\| Katie is very strong-willed. Out of the four females in her family, she became more of a tomboy. She did all the dirty work around their small home, and was the emotional backbone, alongside her mother, for both her sisters. She is very defensive of her friends and when she gets an idea in her mind she won't back down until forced to or if a close friend does something, and that doesn't even always work. She is a very secretive person and will move to take care of others long before dealing with her emotional issues often breaking down when alone for too long. Despite her bossy and stubborn personality, she can be a great ally and wonderful friend. Just avoid getting on her bad side. History Biography\| Katie's life hasn't necessarily been easy. It all started a few months before she and her twin sister, Maizey, were born. Annabelle and her husband were already taking care of a one-year-old Caroline when they became aware that they would be having twins. At first, everything seemed alright, but about a month before the twins birth the man up and vanished leaving Annabelle to raise a one-year-old with two more on the way. It wasn't at all easy. They barely had enough for all four to eat. When they got older the three girls did what they could to help. While Annabelle took on as many jobs as she could handle the three girls did what they could to protect and comfort each other. Despite the occasional fight, usually started by Katie, the girls always stuck together. They even had the same friends for the most part. During high school, the three started going separate ways with their lives. Caroline sought the life of educating children, Maizey wanted to help save lives, and Katie desired to bring truth to the forefront of peoples lives. When it came time for choosing school after high school Katie wanted to get close to DC where a large majority of the political action tended to happen. Out of everyone she knew only one person was going to the same school as she was. This made things difficult for her to make friends seeing as she isn't inherently the kindest person out there. She and her friend, whose name is Alex, made sure for the first year that they'd stick together as much as possible since he wasn't the most open guy either. They spent so much time together that they eventually grew closer together than normal friends. Half way through their second semester of freshman year they started dating. They even got an apartment for themselves. Skip to three months before the summer before their senior year and Katie and Alex are contemplating splitting up or having a long distance relationship. With Katie staying in the area to continue schooling and Alex going to Chicago for his career. She'd never tell anyone but it makes her pissed that he didn't ask her opinion about it before he decided he would go. So, now she is alone except for a few friends where most are only just a little bit more than acquaintances. Not wanting to be in their apartment by herself she moved to Suncrest Heights in order to surround herself with new people. A Memory\| "Thanks for coming to help me move." Was what Katie said as she opened the door to her three closest friends in the world. Her sisters and Alex's sister, Kiley. Caroline spoke up saying, "It's no big deal. You'd do the same." The four began packing up various small things that Katie wanted to take with her. The movers would have to come later and get the bigger furniture that was going with her. While Caroline and Maizey cleared out the living room/kitchen Katie and Kiley worked Katie's bedroom. After awhile Kiley looked to Katie and said, "You sure that you're alright about it." Katie put the box she was working on down and sighed. "Look, I said it's fine so it's fine. That's how he is and I know that. Anyway, it's between me and him. We'll figure things out." Katie didn't want to close off to her friend just because she was mad at Alex. Honestly, she didn't want to talk about this with anyone. Her friends and sisters were just way too talkative about emotions that they were making everything harder. She'd need to make sure to face time Alex tonight and talk things over. "Let's just get this over with, please." Struggles\| Pissed at Alex but doesn't know what to do about their relationship. As of right now, the two are trying the long distance thing. Feels somewhat lonely due to not having many friends right now. Family\| Father: Has never met her father Mother: Annabelle Pruett - 43 - Daycare owner Sisters: Caroline Pruett - 23 - Kindergarten teacher Maizey Pruett - 22 - Studying to be a Docter Theme Song: Extras: Need help with the room thing and with a theme song. I've always had trouble with theme songs.
8,712	246	26	1,570	4,031	With a wink and a smile Bryan came in and removed his shoes as prerequisite. His breath smelled good as he spoke to her and she wondered if he had been brushing his teeth outside her door or at least popped a mint or two. It didn't matter much as long as he didn't smell bad- something that Barbara couldn't stand. Hearing his denial for her ice cream she pouted slightly, "Ice cream goes perfectly with being cussed out. I've had my moments, I would know!" she teased, but didn't push the food on to him anymore. The two exchanged hugs before sitting on the couch together. Bry began selling Babs an idea of throwing a party at the complex verses going out to the night club. He wasn't wrong that Sundays out were the worst crowd there was. Everyone had to go home early and no one wanted to go all out because they wanted to wake up hangover free come Monday. She nodded along as he spoke, agreeing to what he had to say. When he mentioned the drugs she threw her head back in a laugh. "Yeah I got it, no problem. My guy owes me a favor and he knows I'm good for business." She was lucky Bryan had came along. He was a lot of fun, but she couldn't help but think he was going to cause her a lot of trouble in the future as well. "I'm in. Let's do it." she gave a shit eating grin, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. She reached down and grabbed her phone from the floor and texted a few people for supplies before placing it back down on the floor. "Should we go down and talk to Lolo about using the roof? Maybe gather some people while we're at it?" Barbara asked, getting off the couch and prepping herself for him to say they should go.	Full Name\| Barbara Jane Mills. Nickname\| Babs by her friends. BJ by her enemies. Gender\| Female Age\| Twenty Three Birthday\| June Seventeeth. Gemini. Yikes. Sexuality\| Heterosexual, but has been known to kiss a girl or two. Job/Education\| Photography major at WCC. Cashier at the convenience store. Room Number\| Room 4B How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| A little over a year. About Appearance\| Barbara is petite, standing at around Five foot three and weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred twenty five pounds. She doesn't work out too often, but does a lot of walking and heavy lifting at work. She also does some dancing on the weekends which helps burn off the calories of the fast food she mostly eats. Babs has sandy brown hair and light blue eyes, she hates her nose but wouldn't go as far as having plastic surgery to "fix" it. Her clothing style is very much comfort over fashion. She will be mostly seen around with plain sweaters, shirts, jeans, leggings, and sometimes on a special occasion a dress or two. She loves her Timberlands- being originally from New York she has several pair and considers them a staple in any outfit. Barbara doesn't have any predominant scars or markings across her fair skinned body. She has a single pierced lobe on each side of her head and no tattoos as of yet. She plans to get one when she can save up the money for it after finishing school this summer. Interests\| Eye for the details: Barbara loves photography as well as traditional art, she is currently majoring in Photography at the community college. She loves to draw and paint and thinks that everyone should have at least some type of creative outlet in their life. My girl likes to part all the time: Young, dumb, and full of cu- communication! Barbara is a social butterfly. She is outgoing and makes friends pretty easily wherever she goes. She loves to go party and drink whenever she doesn't have a late night shift. City living: Originally from Brooklyn, New York- Barbara has a love and yearning for the city life. She loves to be on the move and in the midst of whatever is going on. If she isn't invited to go somewhere and finds out about it, she will be disappointed and upset about it for months on end. She won't let you live it down, and will remind you of this any time she has a chance. Fears\| Creepy Crawlies: Like most people, Barbara has a fear of bugs, rodents, and some reptiles. She doesn't mind looking at them from afar but after seeing a few cockroach too many- the girl decided enough is enough and wants nothing to do with any of them. She is adamant about killing them on sight and has no remorse. You shall not pass: Failure is a big fear and constant worry of Barbara. Though her personality would dictate that she is having a good time and her smile would say she is happy she is a constant battle within herself that she isn't doing what she needs to be doing. She decided to do major in photography because of it being her passion but she knows her mother wouldn't be the proudest of her decisions. Personality\| Easily Manipulated. Friendly. Outgoing. Caring. Stubborn. Babs is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. She is usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your meal while she talks to you but she means well, she cares. Barbara is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about. She wants the best for everyone and herself. However, once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise. History Biography\| Barbara Jane Mills was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their respected spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Brian and Diane. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Bab's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about nine dollars in singles. Diane now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She went online and met Franklin Moore(Frank), an older gentleman who was in need of a wife and had a bit of cash to spend. Work was all that Frank knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases. So Diane decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life with rich man Frank in Brooklyn, New York. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Barbara was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in Frank's apartment, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without the absence of material goods. Growing up was smooth sailing for Babs. She was well rounded, liked by most people and an average student. She eventually left home in Brooklyn and came to Washington DC, to go to college and start off her own life. She has been in and out of apartment buildings for awhile until she finally settled in Suncrest and has been working and commuting back and forth to school for the last year and a half. A Memory\| "You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?" The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Barbara you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Babs continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from one of the heaters in the convenience store. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice until she could eat later. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her friends and her. It was coming up on their first anniversary of all meeting one another; which was exciting for her. For them. She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a group text to them while she thought about it. Cant wait to see u looooosers. I love you. Ttyl Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cash register where she would start again on her so called job. After a few hours of this she clocked out and went home. Struggles\| Brian Mills: Brian Mills is Barbara's estranged father that left her mother when she was pregnant. Barbara doesn't let this effect her day to day life but she has always been interested in the man that he was, and who he became, and why he left in the first place. She would be very interested in finding and speaking to him one day. It would help her fill in the gaps of missing parts of herself. Pill Popping: With the partying came the drinking, and with the drinking came the drugs. Barbara is known to go a little overboard sometime when it comes to these things and has a couple occasions where she wasn't sure if she was going to wake up the next day. She doesn't let her friends know about her problem, but wouldn't be surprised if they had an inclination of what was happening when she'd lock herself in her apartment for a few days after a night out on the town. Family\| Father: Brian Mills: Unknown. Step Father: Franklin Moore: Lawyer. Mother: Diane Moore: Housewife. Siblings: None that she is aware of. Theme Song: Dej Loaf - Back Up If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be leavin' voice messages Sayin' "I can do you right, do you better than your exes" Extras: Can't drive. Snores. Allergic to cats.
8,713	246	27	792	4,390	The story of how Vern met Jeanne was not nearly as interesting as it possibly could've been and though Vern was certainly willing to embellish a story, she found herself distracted a moment by someone who was far too chipper for the time of day. She turned her head as the man walked past and the only thing Vern could do was stare blankly ahead in utter confusion until the dulcet tones of Jeanne brought her back to the present situation. Whoever that was that could be so utterly happy so utterly early was dangerously close to leaving a bad impression. "What she said, minus the 'I don't walk' thing." Vern shrugged in agreement with her hands firmly planted in what would've been her pockets had her choice of shirt not made that a far more awkward task. "Basically J.J. here works harder than she should and since there's no drugs around here I was the next best thing. People kinda like to unload their issues on me. See this?" Vern held up her right arm, pointing to the bit of flab shaking idly. "It's not 'cuz of the cheeseburgers, Kate, it's everyone's bitching and moaning congealed into cellulite. Not that I mind. J.J.'s probably the coolest person on the floor." As if on cue, as soon as Vern finished her little praise, so flew Jeanne's keys off of her finger. Vern, being the good friend she was, didn't bother stifling her snicker as she watched Jeanne pick up the keys like a dejected child. "That's why they pay you the big bucks, J.J. For grace and poise in the face of adversity. Or humiliation." Vern's light-hearted commentary petered off with another snicker, capped with a small snort; it was mostly second nature, her snorting laugh. "And for the record, I'm going for a walk myself. Down to the corner shop. And possibly to get a breakfast sandwich. I'd ask if either of you wanna come but I'm not sure Miss Billboard over here has room for cross-promotion."	Full Name\| Laverne Claire Bryant Nickname\| Vern Gender\| Female Age\| Twenty Five Birthday\| Once a year every year. In the autumn. Job/Education\| Comic Artist; Does commissions on her website Room Number\| 4A How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| About six months or so. About Appearance\| Vern has what some might consider a...slovenly sort of appearance about her. Sure there's a somewhat attractive person to be found, but one has to get past the bags under her eyes, the slightly pear-shaped physique that gives a...somewhat healthy amount of chub (which she promised she'd work on...eventually) and the various stains that mar her outfits on a regular basis. Vern is not exactly a walking hot mess, but it's hard to imagine there's a more lazy looking person in all of Verona. Lazy is a fair way to describe how Vern carries herself, especially given her hobby of wearing mismatched clothing out of a habit of merely throwing on whatever smells and looks clean at any given moment. It's fortunate that she is somewhat tall, at least taller than the average, standing at 5'10" which has afforded her some natural physical attributes that are enhanced by her physique: namely that she parades around in shorts semi-consistently. There's another motive for doing so, of course, in that the back of her right calf is blessed with a little tattoo of a bee with a dumb, goofy grin and googly-eyes. It was her first one, the first 'character' she ever drew. Its name was Busy Bee. Her hair is of a medium length and chestnut brown in color. She doesn't style it any particular way, making it look more unkempt and forever topped with bedhead than anything else. Her eyes are dark blue in color and possess a dissatisfaction of life that only comes with experience and a lack of sleep. Typically, Vern doesn't wear makeup other than the instances when she has a date or a meeting of some sort. If ever someone uttered the phrase 'starving artist' no one would look to Vern for proof of that. Interests\| -Fast Food. There's really no greater saving grace than a decently cheap, decently terrible for you burger seeped in grease and ketchup. Sometimes with double patties. Often with double patties. -Sketching. It almost goes without saying given her occupation but Vern rather enjoys sketching things she sees. This tends to be things limited to her room and what she sees from the window but it's a nice break all the same. -Punk and Rap Music. There was a time when Vern was constantly getting in trouble for playing her music at very unreasonable volumes at very unreasonable hours of the day and night. When asked why she didn't use headphones to listen to the music her response was a simple "I was using them." She was probably lying. Point being she likes loud, angry sorts of music. -Coffee and/or soda. Anything with a lot of caffeine. She tends to favor soda because it comes with the benefit of being bad for the health and it's cheaper to buy a few twenty four packs of Pepsi than it is to buy multiple cups of coffee over the course of a week. -Reality Television. Vern still remembers the day when Jersey Shore ended because she was sad about it for a good month. She loves her trashy fake reality shows because she can watch them and not feel so bad about her own lot in life. Because if these pretty and rich people are fucking up, maybe it's okay that Vern hasn't done her laundry in three weeks. Fears\| Breaking bones. It's a simple fear and has more to do with the pain aspect but Vern cringes at the sheer thought of spraining an ankle much less breaking something in a more serious fashion. That she believes her body to be a bit doughy and thus in possession of weak bones certainly doesn't help. Blood. In line with her broken bone phobia, Vern hates blood be it her own or fake blood in movies. She doesn't even like drawing blood in her art (but will do it if she's getting paid, like any good money fan). It doesn't make her light headed but she does tend to avert her gaze all the same. Losing Her Job. It's more along the lines of being forced to move back in with family since she's been independent, for better or worse, for a good six years or so now and going back home is the same as admitting that her relatives were right all along. Thankfully there're people who like her artwork enough to ask for commissions as well as purchase the book she draws for on a biweekly basis. For now. Sexuality\| Homosexual Personality\| Vern isn't abrasive, but that doesn't make it any easier for her to get along with people - not for lack of trying but rather...lack of grace. The day that adults gave lessons on social etiquette was a day Vern missed. It's not unheard of for Vern to belch loudly in public and then laugh about it like a child. She even chews with her mouth open. Manners escape her, and yet that's often the worst thing people can say about Vern, that she lacks anything resembling grace or, well, femininity. At her worse, Vern comes off as gross but harmless more than anything else; there are probably those who find her lack of care refreshing. Doubtful, but then the world is a rather mysterious place. There's nothing about Vern that plays as shy. She's practically an open book for better or worse. She knows enough not to blab secrets and the like but with a somewhat loud mouth and lack of a filter, she isn't someone to go telling life changing secrets to. She knows not to blab but sometimes it just slips out, y'know? Lacking in what some call 'book smarts' thanks to her completely below average academic record through high school, Vern makes up for it by understanding people on a personal level. She fancies herself something of an armchair psychiatrist at time - understanding people and their motivations has helped her comic last on the strength of its characters. Still, perhaps because of her rather off putting antics, Vern is a lonely woman all the same. She craves camaraderie even as those she thinks like her constantly find excuses to not hang out with her. It's not a matter of 'growing up' despite her somewhat childish antics and behavior patterns, it's that she doesn't know how to truly talk to people and make connections. Not for lack of trying, either. Though quick to make a quip and never missing a chance to indulge in some self deprecation, it's seemingly not enough for people to latch onto. She might be a somewhat successful artist, but Verona's residents are in no hurry to hoist Vern up on their shoulders and exclaim their joy. Some might say she tries too hard. Vern disagrees. She doesn't try at all. All of who she is as a person is up front, it's up to others to take it or leave it; she's not about to make drastic changes even if it means a life of wanting. History Biography\| For as long as Laverne could remember, she was doodling. It started when she was a little girl, drawing little pictures so her mother could hang them on the fridge; of course, she never did - hang pictures on the fridge - since Vanessa Bryant was more concerned with finishing another bottle of wine than in praising the artistic work of her daughter. It wasn't a broken home, just an unfortunate one. Vanessa Bryant was addicted to wine and lotto tickets while Edward Bryant was having numerous affairs with his students - his position as a professor of literature at the local college did have its perks. His lecherous actions certainly explained the wine. Laverne found refuge in art, needing an outlet to channel her creativity and lack of supervision and substantial affection shown to her in her formative years. After her mother passed away from alcohol poisoning, Vern was sent to live with her grandmother who had retired; there was no way Edward was going to raise a daughter on his own, what with his sexual escapades turning into a bit of a scandal on the news and all. Vern's grandmother, Laverne (hence the name) was a bit more accepting of her, in that she actually put a drawing on the wall. Granted, it was a drawing that was featured in the local newspaper, but it was the thought that counted above all. Vern skated her way through high school, graduating just barely and not going onto college. She doubled down on her art, believing she could break into animation or some other art related industry. College was a waste of time, which she had, and money, which she did not. After graduating high school, Vern worked part time jobs while she built up a portfolio. After her grandmother passed away, Vern self-published a small little graphic novel that was a fictionalized version of her grandmother's life, which was highly embellished but they were based on stories told to her all the same. That graphic novel was enough to get a meeting with a publishing house who offered her a contract to write a comic for their indie division; though the company was known for its tales of heroes and heronies, Vern offered only a biweekly comic about disaffected youths with a sharp art style. Her comic, 'Swingles' was a sarcastic look at modern dating through the eyes of an eternally single twenty-something. Observational humor mixed with relate-able characters made Swingles a bit of a hit among people that still read non-hero comics. Didn't exactly help Vern's personal and social life, but at least she was able to quit her burger flipping job before it became her career. Vern has lived in various apartments since the death of her grandmother and she doubts she'll ever own a home. Apartments are fine and Suncrest is agreeable enough. It has pretty much everything she needs, other than human contact, and it is the perfect place to find inspiration to use in her art and cartooning. She dreams of being an animator but is, at the moment, content enough with her relative obscurity. A Memory\| Thank God for editors. That was a joke, of course. No one in the industry, in any industry, was ever thankful for editors. Least of all editors that did not know or respect the simple courtesy of not ringing the phone every half hour. Some people might've been glad to have someone so concerned with their well-being but it only took one phone call for Vern to realize that the phone calls weren't to offer sweet words of recovery. The first call happened when Vern had just opened up the flood gates and let loose a deluge of blood that she hadn't seen since the first time she saw Carrie. At first Vern had assumed she would need to invest in some extra strength pads before she realized it came from her nose. In her defense, there was so much of it that it could've come from anywhere. It utterly ruined her favorite shirt. Probably for the best, all told, it could do with a wash. The voice on the other end, as Vern was having the mother of all nosebleeds, her editor was screaming about the pages. She was behind. Normally she submitted her stuff weeks in advance, as was protocol, but Vern was nothing if not lazy and presently massively hung over. Or sick. Or both. Definitely both. With her nose gushing like a tsunami of blood she was in no position to draw or hilariously comment on the singles dating scene. She let her editor, the man could yell with the best of them, tire himself out before she promptly hung up to clean herself up. Every time she was blessed with the ability to sleep the damn phone would ring - and not her mobile which was turned off lest she risk the urge to check her various dating profiles (seriously, how did so many people swipe left, was she that undesirable?) - this was the landline and the last time she unplugged the land line her landlady had a piss fit. There was little to do other than listen to the angry messages of her editor as he swore up and down about how unprofessional Vern was being. She didn't ask for blood to pour and Aspirin to be as effective as natural cures. At least now she was recovered and could focus on her art work again. The first thing she did upon feeling better was turn on the television; it helped her relax and focus. Or so she told people that asked. In truth it just meant she spent more time watching soaps and daytime talk than actually drawing, inking, writing, and coloring. Vern flipped channels...it was Sunday..Sunday programming was largely sports related...which meant it was a cartoon sort of day. Anything to not worry about work for just a little bit longer... Struggles\| Vern struggles with her own inner feelings of inferiority and doubt stemming from her somewhat...unhygienic way of living. Her ineptitude with making true social connections plays into her fear that as she gets older she'll become less and less likely to ever make a human connection. Or a romantic one. She's wondering what will happen first: her comic getting made into a movie or her finding either a best friend or significant other. Neither seem likely in her life time. Family\| Father: Edward Bryant. Former college professor forced to retire after scandals involving improper student/teacher relationships. Mother: Vanessa Bryant. Deceased. Alcohol poisoning. Siblings: None
8,714	246	28	272	738	Watching Jeanne's keys fly to the floor was something that brought a smile even out of Kate. It was funny to watch her go down and get her keys, even though she had literally just met her. Verne's comment had also prompted a stifled snicker from Kate. Kate's own lanyard was simply dangling from her hand, held in place due to her folded arms. Compared to Jeanne's keys, Kate's lanyard had a lot on it for someone who had just moved here. It had her car keys, home keys, keys to her work, a carabiner, and a variety of keychains. If she had dropped it she was pretty sure it was going to make a pretty loud noise. She was about to go off on her own before Verne mentioned that she was headed downstairs to get breakfast. Breakfast sounded good. Processing the comment about her being a walking billboard - suddenly this outfit wasn't such a good idea anymore. It was too much of one brand in one place. "I'll take you up on that offer. I was just headed down there anyway. Great opportunity to advertise."	Full Name\| Damien Rankin Nicknames\| Damey Gender\| Male Age\| 24 Birthday\| 2nd September Job/Education\| Writer/Blogger/Web Designer Room Number\| 4C How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| 3 Months About Appearance\| Lean is a good word to describe Damien easily. he stands at about 5'9, not overly tall but not too small either. He has a slim build with little muscle or fat present but he's obviously more than just skin and bones as there is a little something to him. His hair is often untamed except for when he goes down to the Gypsy when he will put effort into combing the dark brown nest of hair into a suitable style. He is always clean shaven, shaving almost once everyday to avoid getting any unneeded stubble, god forbid a moustache. Usually on a normal day he'll wear a sweatshirt and trousers for staying inside, sometimes sweater and shirt if he's got others in the apartment. For going out, he'll put on a jacket and usually a shirt, although he adores wearing t-shirt and hoodies for lazy days in. Interests\| - Writing - Movies - Comics/Manga - Fashion - Tv Shows - Synthpop, Punk and Jazz music Fears\| - Being forgotten - Drowning - Boat Travel Sexuality\| Bisexual Personality\| Damien at first will come off as strange and slightly confusing, as he's often very enthusiastic but only shows it when somebody shows an interest in him or is interests. However his main go to for normal conversation is sarcasm and making deadpan jokes in situations, even if it's not he most appropriate of times. He's pretty friendly, although he may come off as a bit abrasive and makes some odd jokes, he's trying his best. Some would see him uptight but in reality the only thing he's uptight about is keeping his room clean, as he will often sleep in and get locked out because he has a brain like a sieve. When it comes to his friends Damien is a lot more chatty and will likely be hard to make him shut up. He drinks coffee a lot to try and keep him up later but usually ends up passing out at his computer. If someone ever asked him for help or had a problem he'd always be there as soon as he could with coffee, blankets and a movie. His main obsession is writing and he'll talk about it a lot, only if he realises the time is right because he realises he can rant on and on about manga and movies for too long sometimes History Biography\| From day one, Damien was pretty much sheltered and given great chances. His dad was a lawyer and his mother was a biochemist and the money just rolled in, meaning that the house he stayed in with his family was amazing, however, Damien was used to not being allowed out after 7pm even when he was 15 due to his parents being rather suspicious of their youngest son. They were hoping for a successful lawyer to get past what had happened with his sister who had moved out to go live with her boyfriend when Damien was 14 and she was 19. He didn't talk much to her because of how often she went out but she cared for him when he was upset, and god did that happen a lot. From the age of 10 Damien had problems socialising often as he found large groups intimidating and due to the way his mom had taught him, he always perceived himself to be a bother to others, so he often avoided going out. However, during High School he became better at socialising and gained a small group of friends, as that was what he was good with, small groups. When he was 18 he moved out to take a university course in English literature, he wouldn't have moved out however his mom divorced from his dad and both of them were itching for him to take sides, so he moved out. He moved in with his friend Joe who he knew from school, but unfortunately Joe was a bit of a "party animal" as he would often declare to Damien who just wanted to focus on work. He tried keeping in contact with his parents but they got way too strict about him seeing them once every week. Yes it was about a 2 hour drive but if he was ever driving, he'd usually bring Joe. He knew his parents wouldn't approve of their treasured youngest hanging out with such a guy. So he cut communication slightly. After university he started writing on his novels, even publishing one online, a mystery novel named "Fire of Atlantis". He was pretty proud of himself but after he was 23, Joe started doing drugs and drinking far too much. Damien ended up engaging in the stuff with him but he knew Joe was getting sick of Damien cleaning a lot and killing the mood at parties he held. And this came to fruition with a fight that ended with Damien getting punched in the face and told to get out by the end of the day. He'd already prepared and left as soon as he could, but he still wanted to live near the university so he could have easy access to the library. The day after being thrown out, he'd applied for the apartment and moved in as soon as he could after surfing around hotels waiting to move in. A Memory\| The smell of incense flooded Damien's nostrils as he grinned, watching his friends sit down on beanbags and seats he'd laid out. His room was plastered with movie and anime posters, books stacked up in the bookshelves on each side of his bedroom. This was fun, this how he remembered fun. His friends looking at him with awe and confusion as he laid out maps and scrolls he'd written up, as he shuffled their character sheets in his hands. Joe was there, his black hair tied back in a ponytail as he stared at the stuff Damien had written down. This moment ended with laughter as they all noticed the jokes in what Damien had written and he giggled too. Making people laugh and smile at his writing, with such ease there. Playing DND as his friends began discussing stuff with him and he could bend and write this world as he wanted. He always remembered the way the dice rolled as he shook it in his hand with finesse and extravagance. The good ol days some would call it. Struggles\| Lack of confidence in his writing. Feelings of being alone and inadequacy Fear of never accomplishing anything Family\| Father: Dorian Rankin Mother: Olivia Morton Siblings: Natalie Rankin Theme Song: Andromeda - Gorillaz Extras: He will dance when a song comes on he likes, he doesn't mean to, it just happens.
8,715	246	29	1,036	76	Bryan Alexanders interacting with Bryan chuckled as Babs told him about the ice cream and getting cursed out. “I legit wouldn’t know it happens rarely people I’m with don’t normally want to do the whole morning time affection thing.” He said with a shudder. Nice Bryan thought to himself. the idea of a little herb and some recreational drugs always made parties a bit livelier and this time would prove to be no different. Any calls that needed to be made could be made as they gathered supplies. Bry waited a moment before Babs gave the signature smile and the ok. "I'm in. Let's do it." That was all Bry needed to hear before following behind Babs. “As for people I saw a bunch of tenants not far from here talking, and judging from the looks of things they looked to be on their way out if we move we might be able to catch them and inform them of the loud noises that will be coming from the roof later once we get up there” Bry said with a chuckle knowing full well what it sounded like. “And yeah we should def get this cleared with LOLO, like this isn’t going to be no Philly house party naa this shits gonna be jumping like we was legit in NYC. Yes, Yes it is time to bring some of the big apple into the state of Washington.” Bry said as he closed the door behind them both. It was a short walk to the elevator and an even faster ride down but there was more than enough time for small talk. “So we can run past your guys crib cop some party favors and then head over to the grocery store for plates and cups and all that shit.” Bry said as the doors to the elevator opened and he could hear a few people closer to the main entryway.	Alrighty, here you go. ^^ "Don't judge me I was born to be awesome not perfect" Bryan Alexanders Name\| Bryan Emerson Alexanders Nickname\| Bry, b-ry, The Lovable asshole, THEE Wingman, Gender\| Male Age\| 26 Birthday\| February 7, 1991 Job/Education\| Jr. Marketing Manager, Bachelors in marketing Room\| 4D How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| Just under a month About Appearance\| Bryan bears very distinguished features starting with his 6ft stature and chestnut skin color to his naturally defined muscle tone that he normally keeps hidden under his form fitting Dress Shirts. His style of clothing is simple...to him at least "a suit for any ocassion and an occasion for any suit." That is Bryan's motto his life mantra if you will. He does have a tattoo of "Black Panthers logo" on his chesteven he doent know the full story behind it he was certain he was drunk when it happened though. Interests\| Friends, Bryan is very loyal to his friends often times he is the life of the outtings normally drawing attention to the table when at a club or even trying to hook his single friends up. Women, Since he was young Bryan had found himself loving the opposite sex thanks to his older sister Amarra who coaxed him out of his shell and got him talking. and Fun, these include but are by no means limited too...Laser tag, Paint balling, speed dating, going to the gym, hanging out and making plans at the local watering hole. Fears\| Bryan needs people, very needy in fact most dont know this about him because it is something he keeps well hidden behind a smile or funny one liner but Bryan suffers with depression and anxiety. Bryan feels the need to make every situation a happy one and when things are going to a dark type of place he handles it with laughter. or at least tries his best to. Sexuality\| Heterosexual Personality\| Funny outgoing and very caring these are the ingredients chosen to create the worlds greatest wingman. That's Bryan in a nutshell there is nothing he wouldn't do for his friends. And always quick with the joke to lighten the mood he believes that if you can make people laugh then you can make the situation brighter. Bryan, while he cant deal with heavy emotional situations will suck it up in a one on one convo its hard for him to drop his guard but he will if it means helping a friend. History Biography\| Bryan grew up in a damn good household in Queens, New York his mother was a lawyer his father a Doctor and his older sister was was an aspiring model. Needless to say the good looking genes didn't skip him but he knew he needed something more than good looks he just hadn't discovered what gift was given to him from the proverbial gene pool. His father wasn't distant so much as always busy but made sure to spend time with him when the time allowed. His mothers story was just the same she was always busy and stayed on him about school and made sure to be in his ACADEMIC life as much as she could. So it was pointless to say that he was SUPER close to his parents it was more of an in passing type of relationship. His sister on the other hand had basically raised him and gave him all the MORAL support he needed to succeed and helped to pull him out of his shell that he had started to develop due to not really having anyone. Bryan couldn't help thinking that he was burden on her, because instead of spending time with him she could be doing things for herself but, She had saved Bryan and he had come to depend on her until she showed him how to dress and talk to girls and when he made out for the 1st time all bets were off. That was effectively how he started his high school experience. High school was a blur to be honest it was a whirlwind of making the grades that had let him shine through and blaze through year after year. Although he was beyond smart unlike most of the smart kids he wasn't bullied that could have been due in part to his naturally muscular physique. Truth be told though Bryan was a comedian but unless you sat down and got to know him you could never tell. he always had most people he met smiling or laughing for some reason or another and could always lighten the mood with a quick quip or random comment. College Life For Bryan was where he really had begun to blossom This was the place in which he truly found himself from his style to his voice to his form of expression he took everything he had learned and saw from his past experiences and mashed them together and in the hot fires of college did Bry emerge he no longer required help with women he knew better how to balance social and school life. His style of dress went from the basics of what his sister showed him to casual suits and dress suits and ties to just becoming an all around smooth talker that had charmed his way under many a skirt the only problem was they always wanted to stay and cuddle and all that, and it wasn't really his scene at the time. For the right person though he would be willing to push beyond his own boundaries and maybe give the after sex thing a shot. Again thanks in part to his sister Bryan knew how to shop his ass off. A Memory\| When Bryan was 9 the family took a trip to Universal studios and had got seperated from his family his sister most of all and when he couldnt find her he had begun to panic unsure of what was happening to him, person after person had asked him what was wrong but it only made the situation worse. the whole time this was happening he could only think that he was being abandoned for being too needy. this was the stage of his first Anxiety attack. Struggles\| Dealing with Anxiety over the years, Losing his sister, Family\| Father: Gabriel Alexanders Mother: Felecia Alexanders
8,716	246	30	1,237	509	Eliza Nguyen There seemed to be a gathering outside in the hallway as the three roommates stepped out to do some scavenging downstairs. They all seemed to be above-average looking people, some far exceeding that standard. Eliza didn't have time to pause and scan the beautiful blur of people in front of her as Rupert made the greeting for them. All she could do was give a small smile as they squeezed past them to continue their journey. "A party sounds nice." Eliza chimes in at Rupert's suggestion. It's been ages since Eliza last been to a social gathering. Her work life and the hectic decision to move here had taken up her entire time leaving little for social interaction. It's only been just a few weeks since coming here but she's itching to meet people, make new friends, and maybe find some romance in her life. Her romance life was incredibly dry, it hasn't even been hydrated in the first place. She focused way too much on academics and slimming down all through college and high school was a joke. Eliza didn't even know where to start when it comes to flirting with someone. She got lost in her thought as she shuffled through the junk not even giving a wonder if any of the stuff would be of any use. Eliza gave a small smile to Rupert and Katie when conversing about setting up the party, "Yeah I'd love to help, though all I'll be good for is running around to get supplies and lifting heavy stuff." Eliza picked up what looked like a possessed doll with its eye missing and within the hole, a small spider crawled out. Immediately she dropped the doll and jumped back with a small yelp escaping her lips. "L-let's get to lunch!" Eliza rushed ahead trying to shake off the horrifying encounter with the 8-legged creature.	Full Name\| Eliza Li Nguyen Nickname\| Liza, Eli, Winnie Gender\| Female Age\| 25 Birthday\| Dec 15 Job/Education\| Personal Trainer/ Fitness & Fashion Guru w/ Degree in Exercise Science Room Number\| 4F How long have you been staying in Suncrest?\| Less than 2 weeks now About Appearance\| Eliza maintains a slim and fit build with a rigorous routine. Balanced dieting and running 3 miles every morning never hurt nobody, is what she always says. She is borderline obsessed with keeping up appearances. Running a successful fitness & fashion blog means she always must look her best even when sweatpants and ice cream are calling her name. You’ll never catch her in public bumming out since even her workout outfits are all top brand. She is half Vietnamese half French. 5'8 weighing in at 130 lbs. She keeps her dark brown hair wavy and long. Defined cheekbones and eyebrows, Eliza is a case of hard worked natural beauty. Interests\| -Exercising -Blogging -Tea -Jazz -Helping others -Morning Runs -Fashion Trends -Bath bombs Fears\| -Going back to old habits -Insects -Bullying -Her past self -Confrontation -Embarrassment Sexuality\| Bi- Curious Personality\| At times, she may seem conceited but it’s mainly because she cares a great deal about how she looks to other people. She is usually friendly and outgoing while maintaining a formal tone to those who aren’t as close to her. She enjoys helping others and because of her nature as a self-claim "guru" doesn't mind helping people out when it comes to fashion or fitness. Eliza is also passive when it comes to tension and would rather go on a run than confront a fight about dirty dishes. She's never been in a romantic relationship with a guy or a girl (an area of her life that she's trying to figure out) and is oblivious when someone is trying to hit on her. Because she's self- conscious, Eliza puts herself down but tries hard not to let others know that she is History Biography\| Eliza Nguyen grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. Born to a Vietnamese father and French mother she was raised under the pressure of academic excellence along with a younger sister. It was because of this she developed bad eating and sleeping habits that took a heavy toll on her body. Stress eating was the only way she could cope with trying to be a perfect child. Unfortunately, her peers didn’t take too kindly with her appearance as she didn’t fit society’s impossible standard of “beauty”. The outcome of this was severe bullying throughout middle and high school. Even her younger sister joined in the taunting. Eliza became severely self-conscious and fell into depression. It wasn’t until she got away from the hellish town and went to college did she aspire to quit her habits and improve her health and body. She became so self-absorbed with becoming fit that she cut out her past life completely. After graduating college with an exercise science degree, she disconnected herself from the small town and her family. Eventually she opened a blog titled “Strength and Love” that focused on the fitness and fashion aspect of her life garnering a reasonably large number of following. After a while, she moves to Suncrest to accept a personal trainer job with a top-level gym. Doing everything in her power to leave what she considered a shameful past behind and try to leave a more positive impact on herself and others around her. A Memory\| Towards the end of senior year Eliza opens her locker to find it trashed with spoiled food and slurs written all over. Pictures of the incident collected on social media and the few friends she had were too embarrassed to associate with her. Later finding out that her younger sister who was a Sophomore at the time, helped orchestrate the cruel prank. It ended up being a trigger in Eliza’s life to leave everything behind and start anew. Struggles\| Eliza is still too self-conscious about herself and runs away from her past even if it means losing her family. She has not yet figured out what she truly wants to do with her life; career or romantically. She was too busy transforming herself to even consider dating. But at the moment she is struggling whether or not the possibility of being bisexual. In terms of experiencing bullying, she tries hard to never come in contact with those who have bullied her in highschool. She hasn't spoken a word to her younger sister ever since she left the hell hole. Family\| Father: Thanh Nguyen; hardworking man who immigrated from Vietnam to America to pursue a better life and works hard owning a restaurant to ensure the success of his two daughters. He and his wife continually tries to contact Eliza to check up on her to no avail. Mother: Elle Nguyen (nee Durand) co-owns a French-Viet restaurant in a small town. Cares for her daughters but is also strict and not easy to please. Siblings: Sister Alice Nguyen; 2 years younger than Eliza they haven’t spoken since Eliza left home. Was mean and critical towards Eliza throughout their childhood because of her appearance calling her the “Ugly Duckling” of the family. Theme Song: Extras: Hometown is located somewhere Mid-West but she'll never say. Keeps her past life a secret from everyone else. She hides her face on her blog to ensure privacy.
8,717	247	0	2,487	9,790	Rings of blood and rings of woe. Are you the one to carry me so? I butchered them up, I made them bleed. I carried my task for the darkest deed. God Almighty, smite this dread. I am the one who sees the dead. Now it's time for you to see. Come, stay, and be my family.... --- Day 6 Hideki High stood proud and tall even as the sky above became a grimy and gray expanse of color. More rain. It seemed the wet season was taking its toll on the students, and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. Even still, it did nothing to deter the school's various different students from participating in their studies. As if fate knew of this dreary boredom, a new student made her presence known to the entire class. Fate indeed.... The slightly short girl had long black hair that cascaded down to her back while a set of red eyes contrasted with pale skin. Writing her name on the chalkboard, the newbie turned around to face the class with a small smile and a bow of respect. Even now she was scanning, looking for specific individuals. Seemingly ordianry people with irregular ties to their own destiny. Akane Kabetake. Audrey Ordoñez. Shiba Aito. Nagatani Reiko. Resan Shinobu. And her. Mizuhana Shiori. Fully aware of the unsettling nature of her appearance, the girl made an effort to widen her smile. "Hello. My name is Yoshida Shizune. It's very nice to meet you all." --- Day 0 Shizune groaned slightly as her vision began to return slowly. Her head hurt. That was something new. Sitting up, she looked around to take in her surroundings. The more she saw the more she remembered. An average school day. The end of the day actually. A couple of members from the school P.O.I.R club had decided to help a couple of students with research or something. Always research. Something happened. The power went out. Everyone else had gone home, so no staff nor other students were present at the time. Shizune vaguely remembered an earthquake. How could she forget that? Then everything went black. Standing up now, she saw that the classroom was now torn apart. Desks were skewered everywhere, the floorboards were covered with dust and a sticky substance that could have been blood or mucus. But the worse part was the outiside. Shizune walked over to the window and opened it, revealing a wide forest that seemed to span for miles surrounding Hideki High. The sky was blood red with no stars in sight. Only a pitch black moon. The World of Wasted Dreams. A nightmare. A twisted parody of our own reality. Hell. Shizune narrowed her eyes and turned back, only to see what she already knew was there. All of the students were sprawled on the ground, unconscious. Sucked in with her in this dark realm. Walking over to them, Shizune began to gently wake each of them up. "Shiba-san, are you ok? Ordoñez-san, please wake up. Resan-san you have to get up." Her gaze followed over until landing on the president of the P.O.I.R club. Her best friend. Or so it seemed. "Shiori-cha-" She stopped herself, hesitating. "....Mizuhana-san, you must wake up. Quickly, before they arrive." Her warnings were suddenly drowned out by a melody of music. Violin music. It was beautiful. A song that spoke to the soul and opened up the hearts of mortal men. Listening to the sweet music coming closer to their position, Shizune paled. What? Why was he here? This was too soon! "Everyone, please!" She spoke with renewed urgency. "We have to leave now!" The music got steadily closer, entering the run-down classroom, surrounding Shizune with it's deafening noise....	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,718	247	1	1,390	1,432	Day 0 - Before the Storm - Kabetake Household "Beni!" The familiar alarm echoed throughout the small apartment, loud footsteps chimed against old, creaking floor boards along with that cry, and Kabetake Beni tried her best to feign ignorance of the noises, shifting deeper under the plaid-designed comforter that covered her small body. The smell of eggs and burning bread almost drew her up again, but the bed was just so warm, so comfortable... The sounds were slowly approaching, a morning demon would eventually tear her out of the warm bed, and Beni let out a shuddering sigh. Perhaps it would be best to sit up, rather then be ripped free into the cold morning like usual. The doorknob shook, and then light from the living room and kitchen poured into the darkened room. Giggles replaced the calling, and soft footsteps slid across the floor, and quickly Beni sat up and yelled, "I'm awake!" To which her sister, Akane, replied with a loud laugh. She grinned down at her groggy sister, lifting a hand to ruffle her already messy red hair. Beni reacted with a yawn, kicking off the covers. They conversed briefly, Akane explaining that breakfast and lunch for later was prepared and that she would be leaving earlier and staying a bit later after school today, to which Beni replied with nods and tired looks until her sister exited the still-dark room. The younger sister eventually stood, turning to her closet to prepare for her school day, unaware that their conversation just now would most likely be their last. --- Akane devoured her breakfast quickly, all while brushing out her long hair and watching the morning news from the tiny, old TV that sat on their kitchen counter. Weather reports, news from the night before, sad or uplifting stories, same old same old. Nothing changed, nothing mattered. At the table was her cellphone, and a small box. A present she had received the night before from Beni, a late birthday gift. Inside had been a lovely silver-chained necklace, and the ornament it showed was a small, silver disk. The front of the disk was the design of a clover, small and cute, while the back was inscribed with a small message that read: 'A little luck for Akane from Beni'. It was her new favorite accessory. Eventually, Akane swallowed her last bite and stood up, placing the dirty plates into the sink, and she turned back to the two-seat dining table. She reopened the gift box and quickly clipped on the necklace before grabbing her own bento box and school bag, calling out, "I'm off!" Just as Beni exited her room. They shared a smile, and then Akane turned on her heels, slipped on her plain sneakers, and ran out into the cool morning sat that had sat, waiting, outside their open-air apartment complex halls. The school they both attended together wasn't far, only a few blocks, and normally they would walk together just an hour later, but today all of the Karate club had been instructed to arrive early to clean the dojo. It was hard work, but not unusual, and honestly Akane felt it would do some good for the club as a whole. And so, without another thought in her mind, she ran all the way to school, appearing as carefree as she normally would. Day 0 - Before the Storm - Hideki High School After cleaning up the dojo and running a few drills, Akane went along as she normally did with her school days, talking, trying to pay attention in class, laughing, listening, helping, working, and nothing seemed unusual. Her mind whirled with thoughts about what to make for dinner, gossip she had heard earlier, usual, usual, usual. During one class though, Akane had found her eyes wandering, and eventually settled them on Shizune, the mysterious transfer student. She frowned at the girl, eyes squinting, trying to decipher her expression or body movements as she normally did when she had a thought that someone she knew was feeling down, but no feeling of any sort entered her mind. 'Such a hard girl to read,' her mind whispered, 'it makes me... Sad?' Ideas of what emotion she felt whirled quickly into her thoughts, but no answer arrived. Only a feeling of emptiness. As usual. The classes passed quickly, and eventually the final bell rang. All the students rose, bowed, and then were excused, and Akane rose and stretched, letting out a sound of pure bliss as the day was finally done. She turned her eyes downwards to the watch around her wrist, and then slowly stood, reaching for her bags so she could hurry off to the dojo once more for a club meeting, but someone caught her wrist, and she turned up to see the familiar face of the club president, Eni. The mature third-year stared down at her with vague, dull eyes. Another hard character to read, "Practice is cancelled today, but I need you to do me a favor." the girl spoke with a low, harsh voice, which matched her menacing eyes and boyish haircut. Akane smiled in response and nodded, listening to her senpai's request. Eni nodded once she was through and then they parted ways, leaving behind a somewhat crestfallen Akane. She did really want to practice today, but in the end they were unable to because Eni had forgotten to write down a piece of paper work for the club. The girl, despite her angry-appearance, was rather shy, and had trouble talking to adults, so she entrusted Akane with getting it from their adviser and filling it out. After the classroom emptied a bit more she stood, collected her bags, and wandered down the teacher's lounge. The paperwork took awhile, and Akane was easily distracted as the teachers slowly began to head out of the room, towards their cars to prepare dinners or attend important dates. She soon finished up, returned it to the club adviser, and bowed farewell before re-entering the hall. It was quiet, the sky was already beginning the darken with storm clouds, and Akane had a sudden feeling of dread. She didn't want to walk home alone. Her head slowly lowered as she began to think of people who would still be lingering around, and she finally settled on Aito, or Ai-chan, as she would always call him. The club he was in, the P.O.I.R, was probably still in session. Dragging him out would be easy. She giggled and started down the hall, mind tracing the paths that would lead to the creepy club room, but everything quickly went blank as the entire school was plunged into darkness. "Eh... A power outage?" she murmured, glancing backwards. Silence... Oh shit, Ai-chan! He was afraid of the dark! Her pace picked up towards the room, an unfamiliar thumping beat against her own chest. Fear. Of what? The room was closer, and Akane thought she could faintly hear movement from inside. "Ai-chan!" she called out, forcing the voice to stay calm and cheerful. She reached blindly out and managed to slide the door open, right as the shaking started. Violent tremors, familiar. An earthquake. Her next call was a yelp of pain as she slammed against the ground, losing her balanced from the sudden shaking. It was so dark, she couldn't see. She could hear though, screams. Most familiar. The members of the P.O.I.R perhaps? Shaking. Darkness. Screams. "Ait-" Her voice cut as another powerful tremor sent her flying out of the doorway, slamming the door. She tumbled back into the hall with a cry, losing consciousness as she crashed against the far wall of the hall and slumped down onto the tiled floor. Silence. --- Day 0 - Hallway 'Music...' A beautiful sound, violins strummed out a sobbing melody that managed to wake Akane just slightly. Her eyes wavered, focusing only on the familiar, closed door of the P.O.I.R club. Pain filled her head as she tried to sit up, so much so that she simply gave up and fell back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Something cool rested against her cheek, and with curiously fingers she reached for it and ended up discovering her sister's necklace. She smiled once, then refocused on staring above, trying to calm her beating head, and then she noticed it. The sky, it was red. From where she lay, just by the hallway windows, Akane had a perfect view of the sky, and it was red. Blood red. Empty. Akane once again tried to sit up, her teeth clenching tightly, and was soon kneeling high, using the wall as a crutch. Her eyes forcefully scanned the outside world, and confusion mingled with her pain. Instead of the familiar Hideki courtyard and school walls there was just a sea of black trees. The sky, which had been black with storm clouds just before she was knocked out, was red, and a black moon hung in the air. "Where..." Music interrupted her thoughts again. That violin, where was it coming from? Akane cringed as she stood up fully and then ran a hand through the hair at the back of her head. Something warm and wet met her finger tips, and she pulled back quickly as soon as she realized it was blood. Nothing else about her showed symptoms of instead brain damage, she wasn't exactly dizzy or sick, maybe a bit confused, but nothing more. Akane disclosed it as a scrape... But... No, don't worry about yourself! The others, in the room! Her heart thumped, but she managed to stay calm and turned towards the club room again. She reached out and, rather strangely, knocked instead of ripping it open. "H-hello?" She called, voice strained, "i-it's Kabetake... Akane. Are you guys okay in there... Are you in there at all?" Her voice trembled. The music, was it getting closer?	Name: Kabetake Akane Height: 176 cm/5'8 Weight: 55.9 kg/123 lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Pale brown Skin-tone: Fair/tan Clothes: Normally her school uniform. At home she dresses much more comfortably, wearing sweaters and slippers and sweats, and when she's out she enjoys showing off her legs, so skirts and shorts are a a constant. Age: 17 History: The first daughter of a single mother, Akane was taught the hardships of life at a young age. Her mother, a single, hard-working woman, was constantly in and out of the house, leaving her two daughters alone with half-cooked meals and an almost empty apartment. As a result, Akane grew up taking care of Beni, her younger sister. The two grew up together (thankfully, they were only a year apart so they rarely fought), alone, and by the time Akane turned fifteen she was finally fed up with her flake a mother. She got plenty of part-jobs, saved money, and finally moved into an even smaller apartment with her sister and a small bag of belongings in tow. Her high school life was ordinary, she had friends and enemies, even dated a few guys. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until, one day, when she was feeling rather distant and confused while waiting for her sister to come back from shopping, Akane simply took a safety pin and began poking holes in her ears. Beni came home to a bloodied sister, who was smiling wildly while trying on some of her old earrings. "Look, look! They fit now! Aren't I cool?" She would ask constantly, to which Beni would reply with a brief nod and a worried glance. To this day, Akane is still working many part time jobs, and is even more busy now that she is apart of the Karate club. Beni, who is now sixteen, has been coming home more and more to an empty home, but she doesn't mind. As long as her sister came home eventually everything was fine. Personality: Despite her heavily pierced ears and height, Akane appears to be a sweet, friendly girl, always wearing a wide smile while being surrounded by groups of people. While her nice, expressive face seems to be the pinnacle of teenage cheerfulness, Akane normally feels distant underneath the facade, and at times will feel rather alone and confused for no apparent reason. She has trouble discovering and speaking about her emotions, and often decides to rather listen then speak during conversations because she simply cannot get her point across. Easily flustered and annoyed, Akane has trouble dealing with compliments and other people bugging her. She will snap at others if she is upset, and might even resort to psychical violence if she is especially agitated. Her stubbornness also stands out more when she is angry, and if she were to be challenged in this state Akane will definitely not stand down. In classes, though she tries to pay attention, she is rather... Stupid. Tests are often failed and she normally tries to copy homework answers from her friends. However, that does not stop her from being very interested in reading. She especially loves ghost stories and Occult books. Akane is extremely motherly and loves to take care of others, but has trouble doing the same for herself. At times, Akane has forgotten to eat regularly, and is prone is illness and injury because she is so reckless. Extremely athletic, Akane spends most of her time with the Karate club, and can normally be found in the club room, practicing her stances or punches. Very empathetic, Akane will at times burst into tears for no reason, especially if she is talking to someone who is upset or frustrated. This empathy is much more similar to mood swings, though, as she will at times just cry or become angry just out of no where, but she doesn't exactly... Feel these emotions. They just so happen to appear through her face and body movements, while on the inside she is still very much distant. This has happened when she is alone too, strangely. Quirks: Being very motherly, Akane is often worrying about others and very often will go up to someone she barely knows and ask if they are alright. When uncomfortable she will play with her hair and scratch her arms and legs. Slight empathy. Sometimes stares off into space during conversations. Likes: + Cooking: While she isn't the best, Akane does enjoy cooking for other people, and has fun experimenting with dishes. + Karate: It keeps her fit and healthy, as well as teaches her how to defend herself. + Kabetake Beni: Akane adores her little sister, and will do anything for her, no matter what. The two share a very close bond and can often be found on weekends together, shopping or chit-chatting around town. They are only related by their mother, though, as they had two different 'fathers'. + Scary Anything: Akane loves to scare herself, and especially does so when reading or watching scary movies. + Spicy Things: Curry, candies, peppers, anything spicy is adored. + Books: Reading is one of Akane's favorite past times, and when she is feeling lonely or bored a book is never far behind. Dislikes: - Sweets: She cant handle sweet things, and absolutely hates having to bake or cook anything sweet as she views it as a hassle. - Classes (Especially Math): Enough said. School isn't Akane's strong point. - Being Alone: Akane has a complex of being alone, and becomes very depressed if she is left by herself for too long. - Bugs: Growing up in such a crappy apartment, she often saw cockroaches and spiders crawling across the floor at night, and this eventually turned into a slight phobia. - Talking to Others Deeply: Talking about feelings, crying in front of a friend, Akane simply cannot handle this. She has to be strong and protect others, and must not let it become the other way around. - Kabetake Hirono: Beni and Akane's birth mother, a well known stripper and odd-job worker who is constantly looking out for her daughters, though Akane's doesn't realize it. This flake makes Alane writhe in fury whenever she is mentioned or seen.
8,719	247	2	2,706	349	Day 0, Class 2-4's classroom. Blackness. It was all around her, in her eyes, in her ears, in her mind... Until something, something far away called out. At first it was just a whisper, a faraway droplet of water breaking the surface of a massive lake... But gradually it grew, until it was so close you could feel it on the very nape of your neck. And so, Shiori Mizuhana's eyes shot wide open, and she sat up with a start. "... Yoshi...da... san...?" Wha...?" She spoke slowly and as if having just woken from a deep sleep, her mind not entirely clear or focused yet. However, there was no time to be a sleepy-head here. Giving but a brief glance around the strange and alien room that was vaguely remeniscent of their classroom, it dawned upon the girl that something was terribly, terribly wrong here. The fact that some of her fellow classmates and club-members were still lying sprawled on the dusty and sticky floor was another cause for immediate alarm. Just what had happened here? Pushing herself up and taking a moment to stand and take in the scene, Mizuhana's eyes soon caught sight of the outside through one of the classroom windows, and her eyes stared in stupified surprise, confusion and momentary fright. What was this?! The new transfer student, Shizune Yoshida, seemed to be trying to wake everyuone up in a panic, while at the same time some strangely pleasant music was getting louder and louder. Odd... There was music, but the lights in the classroom weren't working, and that would mean that the PA system and loudspeakers wouldn't be functioning either, so how was music... Well, it didn't matter, now did it? Yoshida-san was frantically trying to get everyone up, and that was a good idea and a reasonable thing to start with. Walking over with firm steps, she knelt down next to fellow club-member, Shiba, and raised a gloved hand. "How long do you plan on sleeping, Shiba-kun?" She asked, while giving the boy a firm slap across the face, the sound would have ecxhoed through the classroom had it not been for the violin music which was drowning out most everything but the voices of Shizune and herself. "Everyone, wake up!" She called with her calm voice, moving to Resan-san next, and giving the kind and bubbly girl a swift slap across the cheek as well. She then turned her head to Yoshida, seeing as she had been the person who first woke up and was the one who was frantically trying to wake everyone else. "Yoshida-san, just what's going on here? What's happened?" As usual, her tone and voice was calm and collected rather than panicked or demanding as surely some others' would be once they awoke. She then heard another voice, a voice belonging to Kabetake-san. Another classmate seemed to have woken up, what a relief. But the unsettling feeling that the music was getting louder and closer was still pressing dow on Mizuhana and she turned her attention back to trying to help Yoshida get the others up and on their feet.	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,720	247	3	2,569	1,279	Day 0: Morning Let sleeping dogs lie, the saying goes. Why the hell couldn't that also apply for humans? Reiko awoke to the infernal buzzing of an alarm clock on an endtable beside her bed. Hitting the shut-up button and groaning "Yeah, I'm awake," Reiko got up to her feet. Another day at Hideki High School was supposed to start, and as always, Reiko was taking her shinai with her. The only place she didn't bring it was the bath. Some teachers objected to her carrying it around given her violent record from her first year at high school, but her fellow kendo club members could vouch for her that she'd mellowed out quite a bit since then. Besides, until there was an outright ban on carrying a shinai around school grounds, Reiko was holding it to her at all times. If such a ban did happen, she'd probably drop out. Class was nothing remarkable. If nothing else, she got to sleep well through most of it. Lunch had also been pretty standard. She'd made her own, as always. All in all, she'd gone through the day pretty sure it would just be another ordinary day, with one exception. One of the kendo club members had meant to return a book to that POIR club, but was out sick today. The member in question was also Reiko's next-door neighbor, so she'd decided to do it for them. If she hadn't done that, it would have just been another ordinary day for Reiko Nagatani. But she did return the book, and thanks to it, she was still on-campus. And so... Day 0: Just outside class 2-4's classroom... Let sleeping dogs lie, the saying goes. Why the hell couldn't that also apply for humans? There was that earthquake just before Reiko had entered 2-4's classroom, which drove her into a wall hard enough to knock her out for a short while. She wouldn't have minded. From her perspective, it was just another way of sleeping. Though she'd dropped the book, despite everything, she held on tight to her shinai. As a result, it was still in her grip. Even when she'd regained consciousness, she figured a quick snooze wouldn't hurt at all. She would have even tried to go back to sleep, but there was no way she was sleeping with all this noise. Specifically, some girl who was at a door addressing herself as Kabetake Akane, and that music. That violin music. While she would have admitted it was well-played, Reiko found it annoying. There was no helping it; she wouldn't be able to sleep like this. Using her shinai as support to get back up to her feet, Reiko observed a small cut on her left arm. Nothing major at all; she'd seen paper cuts worse than this. Did it happen when she hit the wall? Whatever the case, she still had a task to finish, but she couldn't see any sign of the book she was supposed to return in either direction. Reiko guessed she'd have to put that goal on the back burner; she figured there were bigger things to worry about when she saw through the windows that the sky was bloody red with all those black trees outside. Reiko wasn't typically one to experience fear, but she still found the sight unnerving. On her feet, Reiko made her way to the door, nodding to the Kabetake girl as a greeting. Then she too knocked at the door, with the hilt of her shinai. "Anyone back there? What the hell's going on?"	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,721	247	4	2,487	9,790	After school was out, Aito headed to the classroom where the P.O.I.R held its meetings. It was an, entertaining club, to say the least. At least, he could get a steady flux of information for his own paranormal investigations, which involved more internet-related figures than rather those of ancient cultures, like Slenderman, the Rake, Eyeless Jack, etc... In his opinion, those were way scarier than anything depicted in a book, something rather sad, since most of them came from amateurs. Maybe it was the way that they wrote about it that really made Aito tremble. While his thoughts darted off in many other ways, he arrived to the club before he could realize it. He opens the door and announces his presence. "Sup." After that, he sits in the nearest chair and takes out his portable game console. He hoped that today they could at least do something club like, for once, like, I dunno, going to the beach or something. That was a classic setting for an anime with this kind of setting. He let himself have a single stupid thought for a while and let out a chuckle, but he then returned to his rational thinking. With the president and associates, that was something impossible. Thenm darkness fell upon them. He tried to remain calm, but his nervousness was clear as he was shaking and trying to diverse his thoughts from the situation at hand. He just couldn't stand it anymore and bent over to get his MP3 out of his backpack. Music would help him relax, even in the dark. He felt like screaming, no, he was screaming on his inside. To be honest, he wanted someone to be by his side right now. More especifically, Akane, since she always calmed him in those kinds of situations. Before putting on his headphone, he heard Akane's voice and he raised instantly from the chair he was in, with a hope-filled voice, which also indicated that he was on the verge of tears, he said. "Akane!" Though, as soon as he did, everything started shaking. An earthquake? Yeah, that was probably it. He would remain calm in this kind of situation, if it wasn't frigging dark. He crouched down in a reflex, but the violent tremors sent him against the chair he was sitting on. He first hit his head against one of the legs, but that wasn't quite enough as to leave him unconscious, however, the violent shaking made the chair lose balance and fall on top of Aito's face with a rather loud crashing sound. That made his lights go out. He grasped to whatever little consciousness he could get his hands on. Opening his eyes little by little after such an impact, he wanted to take it easy and steady. Then, he was bitch-slapped. His eyes were now wide open after that. What was that that he could hear far off in the distance? Someone playing the violin? Whoever it was, they were truly extraordinary. But right now, the music creeped the hell out of him. A chill went down his spine. He sprung to a sitting position and rubbed his cheek. "What the hell was that for?! There are other ways of waking people up, you know?!" He said, somewhat angry at the president for having slapped him. "Anyway, what the hell is going on here?" He stands up and walks around the clubroom. It felt different. Maybe it was because of the foreign music constantly drawing closer, but something sure was off. What was it, though, Aito had no idea. He was glad that he brought his backpack with him. He rushed over to get a notebook out and start making notes, though now that he was searching for his notebook he noticed something.... It was still dark. His irrational fear triggered in and he started shaking uncontollably. "W-What the heck? H-humans aren't in reality scared of the dark, right? They are scared of whatever may hide in it! Yeah! A-and besides, darkness is just the abscense of light, not much to it, right? L-like, oh god dammit!" Again, he just scared himself more with the more stupid facts he spouted out. He was on the verge of tears again. If only Akane was there... He heard her voice though, from outside the classroom, and, without even thinking about it, he rushed out of the classroom and the first thing he did was hug her. "I'm scared, Akane... What the hell is up with that music?" Noticing that he must look quite childish when doing that, he let go of his childhood friend. "I'm sorry. I'm alright now." With a more familiar and reassuring face around, Airo felt more at ease. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, though he doesn't let go of Akane completely, holding part of her uniform like a child. He clears his throat and proceeds to make some inquiries. "So, um, what was up with that earthquake? Any ideas? Convergent? Divergent?" He tries to return to his smart boy character as he takes out his fake glasses and puts them on.	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,722	247	5	1,390	1,432	Day 0 - Hallway The sudden presence beside her made Akane jump, but once she realized it was simply Nagatani Reiko, a soft smile of reassurance met her face. However, before she could even utter a single 'hello' the door was flung open and arms wrapped around her shoulders. Instantly, almost as if it was a set-in reflex, her hands reached up to grip the shoulders of her attacker tightly, preparing to throw him off, but once the familiar voice of Aito interrupted her thought-less attack Akane felt her grip loosen and she hugged him back, smiling widely. "Don't be such a wuss, Ai-chan~" she mumbled, and then he pulled away and she was greeted with his usual cold eyes, but now they seemed rather unsure. Frightened. His right hand was loosely gripping at the hem of her sweater, shaking, and she felt her mouth draw into a thin, worried line as she began to scratch at her forearm. Aito eventually began babbling about the earthquake, meanwhile, Akane drew her attention to the shadow behind him, Shizune, who was quickly explaining their situation. But Akane couldn't believe a word of it. Or maybe she did. Unsure, unsure. "We've all been dragged into a different dimension..." Lies, lies. That's not possible. The music was getting closer quickly, and Akane felt her head pound painfully from the scrape and the countless questions she could not utter. "There's no way to escape..." What about Beni? Akane reached forward to clamp onto Aito's hand, squeezing it tightly as her mind began to pulsate with worry. How would she get home to cook for Beni? Who would take care of her? Beni, Beni... Oh, God, Beni! Tears quickly filled her gaze and she wiped them away, trying to calm her pounding heart and swelling lungs. The music was deafening, and nearly, but not entirely, drowning out Shizune's words. "...hunt us down and kill us..." "-kill us... Akane let out a quiet gasp, squeezing Aito's hand until her knuckles were white. The music had stopped. Everything was still and silent. Akane scanned the room behind Shizune, and then glanced behind her back. Nothing. Something was wrong. The air was heavy, and the smell of something rotten filled her senses. Her gaze returned to Shizune, and the girl's red eyes were wide and frightened, looking not at them but behind them. And Akane felt her heart drop into her stomach as those words to enter the classroom were uttered. Behind them. Someone was behind them. Her head turned, slowly, and she felt a scream enter her throat at the sight of the man. His arm was red, like the sky. His clothes black like the moon. His face, a mask perhaps, was as pale as Akane was. The man rose his right hand, which held a violin stick, to his left wrist, which was torn and bled heavily. Frozen, she watched with awe and disgust as the man began cutting the flesh. Music was once again produced, but now it was too loud, and the scene matched with the melody just made everything seem utterly awful. 'My heart is pounding, what is this feeling?' Fear With sudden, jerking movements she shoved Aito back into the room, and then as she turned to pull Reiko towards her the man's chest exploded and a foreign object wrapped around neck, instantly squeezing the air from her throat. A choked scream escaped for a moment and then Akane clamped her mouth shut, thinking it would be best to conserve her air. The creature, and at the same time it was strangling her and producing even more horrible creatures from the hole in it's abdomen. Her hands moved on their own, clawing at the air and then around her neck, tugging at the thin vein that constricted her breath. She managed to get her fingers beneath one of the ties and pull it, ever so slightly, looser, and air entered her lungs once again but was quickly cut off as the vein tightened and shook her. Akane squinted and struggled against the tightness around her throat, glancing around to see if anyone else was in trouble, and once her eyes settled on Reiko she began to struggle harder. Her hands were clawed and tugging at the vein, her eyes half open as the hold became tighter and tighter. There was no ground beneath her feet, just air, and she kicked froward, hoping to land a hit, but only met wind and the occasional splatter of blood against her legs. "N-Nagatani... Shit." Akane gasped and lashed around as the veins tightened even more. Darkness cornered her vision, which was focused very clearly on Reiko, and slowly her head began to slump. 'No, no, stay awake. Don't lose. Nagatani-san needs help, help her. Don't die, if you die then Beni will... And everyone else...!' Akane grunted instantly, head raising. Shaking hands clamped tightly around the taunt part of the vein, the strand that connected her to the man, and then began to pull. Rip. Shred. Destroy. Destroy. Everything was black and white, and she continued to pull, harder, harder. "Like I'm gonna let you kill me, fucker!" Akane screamed suddenly, fear replaced by rage and motherly worry, and with one final pull the vein shuddered and gave. Air rang passed her ears, blood splattered against her face, and her legs hit the ground with a loud bang. Akane quickly balanced herself and lowered into a crouch instead of toppling, eyes narrowed with intensity, chest heavily rising and falling. A deep red surrounded her neck, and it would eventually purple and bruise. Something gleamed at her feet, and upon realizing it was Beni's necklace she snatched it up and slid it into her skirt pocket before turning to Reiko, staggering up quickly. "Nagatani-san!" Her voice was hoarse, eyes wide, "Nagatani-san, hold on!" Akane reached up to grasp onto the vein that held the other girl, but a sudden pain sent her spiraling back into a wall out of reflex. Blood swelled from a cut on her calf, and she glanced up to glare at the herd of baby dolls that surrounded the man. They approached her, and the people in the class room. Her body was already beginning to feel heavy with exhaustion, and there was an unfamiliar wetness against the back of her neck. The scrape was bleeding again. "Dammit, dammit!" she muttered, dodging another slash quickly. With a quick thought, she glanced around the hall, and eventually landed on the familiar shape of a school bag. Her school bag. With staggering strides Akane eventually grabbed her school bag and turned, holding it out like a weapon. This aura around them, this menacing aura, it was filtering her senses. Her mind was aching, yet she could feel the twinge of a smile on her face. Like the time with the pin and her ears. Or when she nearly leaped from the second story balcony of the school. Akane felt like she could do anything, and with that thought she ran, head-long, into the closest group of baby dolls to the door, swatting at them like flies. Her tactic was swat, jump back, jump back in, swat, which helped to manage to amount of injuries. 'If I can get most away... Then the others will be fine. Nagatani... Nagatani can handle herself...' The room was getting darker and darker. No, stay awake, fight. Fight.	Name: Kabetake Akane Height: 176 cm/5'8 Weight: 55.9 kg/123 lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Pale brown Skin-tone: Fair/tan Clothes: Normally her school uniform. At home she dresses much more comfortably, wearing sweaters and slippers and sweats, and when she's out she enjoys showing off her legs, so skirts and shorts are a a constant. Age: 17 History: The first daughter of a single mother, Akane was taught the hardships of life at a young age. Her mother, a single, hard-working woman, was constantly in and out of the house, leaving her two daughters alone with half-cooked meals and an almost empty apartment. As a result, Akane grew up taking care of Beni, her younger sister. The two grew up together (thankfully, they were only a year apart so they rarely fought), alone, and by the time Akane turned fifteen she was finally fed up with her flake a mother. She got plenty of part-jobs, saved money, and finally moved into an even smaller apartment with her sister and a small bag of belongings in tow. Her high school life was ordinary, she had friends and enemies, even dated a few guys. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until, one day, when she was feeling rather distant and confused while waiting for her sister to come back from shopping, Akane simply took a safety pin and began poking holes in her ears. Beni came home to a bloodied sister, who was smiling wildly while trying on some of her old earrings. "Look, look! They fit now! Aren't I cool?" She would ask constantly, to which Beni would reply with a brief nod and a worried glance. To this day, Akane is still working many part time jobs, and is even more busy now that she is apart of the Karate club. Beni, who is now sixteen, has been coming home more and more to an empty home, but she doesn't mind. As long as her sister came home eventually everything was fine. Personality: Despite her heavily pierced ears and height, Akane appears to be a sweet, friendly girl, always wearing a wide smile while being surrounded by groups of people. While her nice, expressive face seems to be the pinnacle of teenage cheerfulness, Akane normally feels distant underneath the facade, and at times will feel rather alone and confused for no apparent reason. She has trouble discovering and speaking about her emotions, and often decides to rather listen then speak during conversations because she simply cannot get her point across. Easily flustered and annoyed, Akane has trouble dealing with compliments and other people bugging her. She will snap at others if she is upset, and might even resort to psychical violence if she is especially agitated. Her stubbornness also stands out more when she is angry, and if she were to be challenged in this state Akane will definitely not stand down. In classes, though she tries to pay attention, she is rather... Stupid. Tests are often failed and she normally tries to copy homework answers from her friends. However, that does not stop her from being very interested in reading. She especially loves ghost stories and Occult books. Akane is extremely motherly and loves to take care of others, but has trouble doing the same for herself. At times, Akane has forgotten to eat regularly, and is prone is illness and injury because she is so reckless. Extremely athletic, Akane spends most of her time with the Karate club, and can normally be found in the club room, practicing her stances or punches. Very empathetic, Akane will at times burst into tears for no reason, especially if she is talking to someone who is upset or frustrated. This empathy is much more similar to mood swings, though, as she will at times just cry or become angry just out of no where, but she doesn't exactly... Feel these emotions. They just so happen to appear through her face and body movements, while on the inside she is still very much distant. This has happened when she is alone too, strangely. Quirks: Being very motherly, Akane is often worrying about others and very often will go up to someone she barely knows and ask if they are alright. When uncomfortable she will play with her hair and scratch her arms and legs. Slight empathy. Sometimes stares off into space during conversations. Likes: + Cooking: While she isn't the best, Akane does enjoy cooking for other people, and has fun experimenting with dishes. + Karate: It keeps her fit and healthy, as well as teaches her how to defend herself. + Kabetake Beni: Akane adores her little sister, and will do anything for her, no matter what. The two share a very close bond and can often be found on weekends together, shopping or chit-chatting around town. They are only related by their mother, though, as they had two different 'fathers'. + Scary Anything: Akane loves to scare herself, and especially does so when reading or watching scary movies. + Spicy Things: Curry, candies, peppers, anything spicy is adored. + Books: Reading is one of Akane's favorite past times, and when she is feeling lonely or bored a book is never far behind. Dislikes: - Sweets: She cant handle sweet things, and absolutely hates having to bake or cook anything sweet as she views it as a hassle. - Classes (Especially Math): Enough said. School isn't Akane's strong point. - Being Alone: Akane has a complex of being alone, and becomes very depressed if she is left by herself for too long. - Bugs: Growing up in such a crappy apartment, she often saw cockroaches and spiders crawling across the floor at night, and this eventually turned into a slight phobia. - Talking to Others Deeply: Talking about feelings, crying in front of a friend, Akane simply cannot handle this. She has to be strong and protect others, and must not let it become the other way around. - Kabetake Hirono: Beni and Akane's birth mother, a well known stripper and odd-job worker who is constantly looking out for her daughters, though Akane's doesn't realize it. This flake makes Alane writhe in fury whenever she is mentioned or seen.
8,723	247	6	2,219	592	Shinobu Resan --- It took more than a simple slap across her face to wake the young Resan up, not to mention that the music helped a great deal in actually extending her stay in the land of dreams about donuts and cats. However, the fact that Shinobu hated sleeping in uncomfortable places and voices kept talking on and on she slowly opened her eyes with a big yawn. "Mornin~" Slowly taking her surroundings in, Shinobu realized something was out of the ordinary: The classroom, for whatever reason she was here in the first place, looked way...older, the night sky that served as a light source was completely red and at the entrance of the class room was some abomination molesting two of her classmates. Of course, she didn't hear a single word of the explanation that the transfer student blurted out just a few seconds, or minutes, ago and thus it was left to the girls broad imagination to explain herself what was actually going on. Rather than scared, Shino was more grossed out from this abomination that was just a few metres away and had its way with her two class mates. Yes, her mind settled quickly on this being just a lucid dream, she did play a lot of games after all, including horror ones, not to mention she sadly knew just too well that there was no magic or occult things on this boring planet earth, or so she believed. Having no words for now she finally stood up, her entire body hurting a bit, and scanned the room again. Apart from that atrocious thing she also saw those overused baby doll things now, really? Well, Shino was never the type to think a lot and considering this was her dream she was the heroine, so she had to save those two...somehow... . Before she could do anything though, Akane-chan was already freeing herself, such power. Yeah, staying around wouldn't help and if Akane could free herself, then Reiko should be able to do so too. The green hair simply grabbed the next best thing you could use as a weapon, a chair, and charged with a motivated "Hurrryyyaaa!!" forward, unless someone would stop her.	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,724	247	7	2,569	1,279	We've all been dragged into a different dimension from our own. One that looks and acts like our own, but as you will all find, it is naught but a twisted reflection. This is the World of Wasted Dreams. Reiko saw this as both a good thing and a bad thing. On one hand, it meant her initial impressions were a little off. On the other hand, it meant she had no clue what this place was, and changing that probably wouldn't be something she could do on her own. By no means did Reiko consider herself a team player. She could work together with others fairly well, but never willingly. A different dimension was kind of a thing where working together was a good idea. Reiko decided that in the interest of survival, it wouldn't kill her to team up with the others. "There's no way to escape. We can't exit this school. You will also find that you will lack the need for normal bodily functions. You won't feel hungry and you'll find your exhaustion increasing as time goes on." No hunger? That was something Reiko didn't like. It may have seemed odd at first, but not feeling hunger meant that there wasn't any need to eat. No need to eat meant no need for a cook. Which in turn meant that one of Reiko's greatest joys in life was just smothered into the ground by coming here. At least she could still kendo, and it was quite possible that she'd have to somewhere down the line. "It's just us...and the monsters. Predators that will hunt us down and kill us. That's all. It is the utmost priority that we stick together and don't take any risky moves if we wish to survive." Yep, she'd get to kendo somewhere down the line. At least Reiko had that much going for her. "This isn't the first time I've found myself in this dimension. Many have died because of foolish mistakes...Nagatani-san. Shiba-san. Akane-san...please come into the classroom." "Sure." Reiko had every intention of entering the classroom, as per the transfer student's request. She didn't get that chance. Before she got to step in and enter, she felt something wrap around her neck and lift her. It was pretty sudden. Sudden enough to throw her off-guard, to the point that she reflexively released her shinai to use both hands in an attempt to escape. The moment it registered to her that she'd dropped the shinai, her mental dialogue was a long stream of profanities best left unmentioned. All she knew about this thing was that Shizune had called it the Friagne, and that its violin music was really starting to piss her off. That, and if she wanted to live, she'd have to release herself from the vein around her neck. She saw the other girl break free. Reiko also knew that girl was in the karate club; she was probably stronger than Reiko in the end. If she were at least being gripped around her stomach, she could have always tried biting the vein. If she hadn't dropped her shinai, she could jab at it with that furiously. Neither was the case of course, and all she could really do was struggle, pulling as hard as she could to get the vein off her neck before it choked her to death. She was able to loosen it a little bit, but couldn't outright free herself. She was able to breathe, but not sufficiently. Even if she was just slowing down the process, Reiko refused to die this soon. Taking careful note of how much air each breath gave her, Reiko squeezed out the words "Help...me..."	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,725	247	8	2,706	349	Day 0, Class 2-4's classroom. So, according to Yoshida-san, they were now trapped in some alternative dimension where nightmarish critters were going to seek them out and kill them. There was no way to leave the building they were in and there wasn't any way to get back home to their own world. Had she not been so certain that she wass awake, Shiori would have had an enormously rough time swallowing all this. Still, here she was, in a place where there was a black moon, a blood red sky, a dusty and broken floor with no lights. Still, there were things that you couldn't just take at face value, even given the situation. Why were they here? Why just them and nobody else? Why was there no escape? How could Yoshida have been in this world before if there was no way out? Trying to sort her mind out and organize the questions she wanted to ask in the most proper and priority-heavy fashion, she was interupted mid-thought as she heard Shizune urge the three in the hallway to step inside. Why? And then she saw.... it. Really, there was no other way to describe the creature that stood behind her three classmates. It had the posture of a man, but it clearly wasn't, it looked more like a mangled corpse who had a theatrical mask pulled over its face to hide whatever horror lay beneath. As if the mere visage of this ghastly abominiation wasn't bad enough, the thing then let burst from its chest a pair of... Strings? No, intestines!? Which wrapped around the throats of the two girls in the hall and hoisted them, beginning to strangle them without any warning! Then, to add salt to injury, small, horrible doll-like... things... burst from its stomach, armed with blades, and began flitting and hopping about, cutting and swinging their weapons wildly. "... Wha... What is th-" "HUUUUUUUURRRYYYAAAAAAA!!" Shiori's sentence was cut off, as she heard the battle-cry of the freshly awoken Resan-girl. Spotting the girl from the corner of her eye, Mizuhana saw that she was wielding a chair and now charging towards the absurd scene that was taking place in the doorway. Her thoughts ceased and she took the only proper action that was called for - stopping Shinobu before she got herself strangled too. Bolting to the side and intercepting the green-haired, muffler-wearing girl, Shiori threw herself headlong into the side of the charging girl, causing them both to hit the floor with a loud thud. The chair clanked and smashed against the floor, and Shinobu was unfortunate enough to be the first to hit the ground. Shiori, however, was far luckier and had Shinobu act as a cushion for her. Though, when they hit the ground, the former found herself sliding across Shinobu's stomach and then coming to a sudden halt, as something soft but squishy touched the top of her head and stopped her from sliding further. Momentarily stunned at her reckless and zero-thought action, Shiori sat up on her knees, giving Shinobu a quick glance-over to majke sure she hadn't been hurt in the fall. Luckily, it appeared she was fine, which allowed Shiori a quick sigh before narrowing her eyes and looking at the girl sternly. "What're do you think you're doing, Resan-san!?" Even though she was still calm in her voice, one could clearly tell she was upset, especially since she was frowning and glaring at Shinobu. Still, there was no time to scold the girl further. The other two, they needed help! She could hear the strangled, strained voice of Nagatani calling out for help. However, it was at this time that SHiori also noticed that, somehow, Kabetake had somehow freed herself and was now doing exactly what she had stopped Shinobu from doing! That idiot! It was the only thought fitting for the girl's reckless and brainless berserker-charge at the... Things... Not only did she not have a proper weapon - a backpack does not make for a heavy impact-tool - but as she was running and swatting wildly at the tiny dolls around and infront of her, she was contineously suffering small cuts, nicks, pokes and scratches. Her arms and legs were getting more and more marks of red across them as her skin was pricked and torn. There was no deeper or longer gashes or wounds, but many small scrapes eventually add up - and if she continued like ths, things could get really bad. Not to mention the, Friagne as Shizune had called it, was still there - behind his dolls - waiting for her and strangling Reiko. However, it seemed that the violinist corpse had grown confused, scared or irritated with the situation. For in a fit of sudden, erratic movement, it pulled off a whipping motio with its still intact vein and flung Reiko into the classroom ahead of it, causing her to smash into a desk, which had luckily already toppled over so she only hit the wooden surface and not the metal legs or frame. Still, the crash - and sight of it - was quite unpleasant. The dolls were getting more excited it seemed and their movements became more frantic and unpredictable, now running and hopping about almost completely at random. At this point, the Friagne also noticed Aito, who was standing close by - shaking in fear from the sudden occurences - and proceeded to also give the body a whipping. Luckily for him, he was only slapped to the ground, tumbling into the classroom and dropping his fake glasses. He didn't hit or crash into anything, so he would be in far less pain than poor Reiko who had taken a back-full-of-desk moments before. But now what? Was it just gathering them up in the classroom so they couldn't get out? Was it planning to trap them in there and then kill them off one at a time? The only person still outside was Akane, and she was being swarmed by the little dolls. A cold sweat broke out across Shiori's forehead. Her eyes then moved to look to the side. At her. "Yoshida-san..."	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,726	247	9	2,487	9,790	Shizune gritted her teeth as the cuts began to add up. The dolls just kept coming, no matter how much of a fight or effort the group put up. Through the pain, Shizune saw Reiko being flung across the room, Aito get knocked back on the floor, and Shiori save Shinobu from a gruesome fate. Good. Everyone was still alive then. "Yoshida-san...." Shizune gave the P.O.I.R president a shake of the head before kicking the dolls out of the way and dashing after Akane. That girl...why was her mentality so skewered? Vaguely ignoring the pain, Shizune barreled out the doorway and tackled the beserker girl to the ground. Panting, she rolled off her and gave a glare, her red eyes burning with anger. "Stop....stop trying to be hero! I told you we have..... to stick....together...." Shizune blinked as the violin music became silent once again. Realization hit her in the face and she looked to the left, directly back into the classroom. How stupid she was. The dolls had ceased their assault and were being hoarded back into the Friagne's chest, chanting some childish babble while doing so. The masked creature looked over a single form. The one defense the still unconscious girl had was now on the other side of the doorway. "No....no!" Scrambling to get up, Shizune tried to close the distance between them, only to falter from the wounds inflicted on her now bleeding legs. The Friagne lashed out its veins to string up Audrey like an ornament. By the time the girl was awake and screaming, it was too late. Shizune turned away. She knew what was to come next. Holding up the struggling girl for all to bear witness, a pair of scissors, needles, and threads held by the veins hovered over Audrey. The girl gave one more shriek before the masked musician began its work. It tore her skin, opened her up, spilling blood and a few entrails on the floor. The stench of a slaughter house hung in the air as the Friagne continued with its messy procedure. A little twist here, a tiny cut there, some polishing everywhere....all matched up with that damned violin music. After several long moments of screaming and pleading, Audrey became still at last. Its work done, Friagne held up the dripping thing for all to see. It looked like a hollow shell, its body drained of all innards and liquids, the face of Audrey caught in an everlasting scream. The skin was paled and flaking as Friagne gently began storing it away in its chest. It wasn't quite done, and Shizune knew it would take the corpse away to finish its "art" later. When it would have more supplies to work with.... With a sudden jerk, the masked musician landed on all fours and spidered away at rapid pace out the classroom. It pushed Shizune off to the side, it's shuffling feet still echoing down the hallways. Silence. Getting up, Shizune walked over to where Shiori stood. Despite her stoic nature, Shizune had no doubt that her friend was as equally shaken and disturbed as the rest of them. "The Friagne," Shizune said quietly. "It's a special creature that doesn't feed. Instead, all it does is make art. Music and...that. It turns victims into a...a human puppet." The girl's eyes were blank as she looked down at the bloody pile on the floor. "All it wants is your body. The physical shell. Everything else...just gets in the way. This pile is all that is left of Audrey Ordonez." The only object that could be remotely recognized as human was a severed foot. Shiori stood quiet. Her mouth remained closed and at first you would think she wasn't affected by the scene just now. But that was not true. This was easy to tell if you looked in her eyes. Those eyes that were usually harsh, cold and had a piercing feel to them were now open wide, the irises quivering. She tried to say something, but no words escaped her open mouth at first. She closed it again, swallowed something, be it air or saliva. This... was a nightmare. No, something else... something much, much worse. The sight of Audrey being snipped open, having her innards pujlled out and then being treated like a roll of cloth, with needle and thread going in and out, in and out... The screams of that poor girl... This wasn't something you could forget. Something that would haunt you until the end of your days. Shiori's head sank, a shadow cast over her eyes as she looked at the floor. Her shoulders and arms shook slightly, through be it from anger, fear or both was hard to say. But finally her voice came back and words slipped from her mouth. "Yoshi... da-san..." She spoke in a choppy manner at first, as if trying to avoid vomiting right there and now "What... is this place? Was that... this... all of it.... is it really real?" Shiori looked up at the transfer student who she had met just one day before. The shadow was still cast over her face, but her eyes had regained their piercing glare, and it was now directed at Shizune, along with a grim frown. Shizune tensed and looked away from Shiori's stare. Shame crossed her mind. Shame of getting these people involved and condemning them for life. The dark haired girl allowed herself a few steady breathes before meeting Shiori's icy gaze with her blank one. "Yes, Mizuhana-san. This is all real. Despite the title, the World of Wasted Dreams is very much grounded in our reality." She glanced across the room, taking in the faces of the remaining survivors, staring more so at Akane and Shinobu than the rest. "Let this be a lesson to us all. This world is cruel. People will die. There are no second chances, only consequences. Our only hope is to work together." Shizune turned back to Shiori now. "No one can escape so our best chance is to simply survive. Maybe try to find a way out, though I doubt it. There are never survivors..." Her calm voice trailed off and she refused to say more. "You said before..." Shiori seemed to have partially ignored what Shizune just said, or perhaps she felt what she wanted to ask was more pressing. "... that you've been to this... World... before. You also said there's no escape. Tell me, Yoshida-san, how can you have been to this... place... if we cannot leave it?" She paused, frowning and glaring. "How do you know so much about this place, and about that... thing." At Shiori's constant questioning, Shizune shrugged and laughed bitterly. "You think I came out of this place unscathed?" Her expression turned serious though as the other girl brought up a point. Walking up to the classroom door, Shizune motioned for everyone to follow her carefully. It wasn't safe to stay in one location. "You shouldn't be so serious Mizuhana-san. I told you I've been to this realm once before. I never said I survived from that experience." Shizune's own frown began to form on her lips. "You shouldn't be concerned with my past anyway. It doesn't matter. Your lives do. Would you prefer we continue to dwell into things best left unsaid? Or do you want to get out of here alive?" A pause."Out of all of us, I am the only one who one who has the slightest clue of what's going on. All you need to know is that I will help all of you in anyway I can." She certainly was persistent. Not even the wounds on her limbs slowed down her brisk pace leading the group. Shiori closed her eyes briefly. Shizune was right. There was no point trying to pry into her background, not right now at least. Her classmate, that spanish transfer student who she had never really interacted much with, had just been torn apart right infront of her eyes. That was a fact. It was also a fact that Shizune had run to stop Kabetake from running headfirst into that corpse-musician and suffering the same fate as the red-headed girl... The red-headed girl... She couldn't even bring herself to calling her by name, not even in her mind. Not right now at least, she needed time and distance if she was to keep her sanity. "Wait," Shiori said, her voice and expression having returned to, somewhat, normal now. "We need to treat these wounds, everyone's wounds." She pointed with her gloved hand at the floor. "In a dirty place like this, untreated injuries will easily get infected." She looked over to where she had woken up. Her purse was still there. "I've got some things in my purse. It won't be enough though." With that said, Shiori walked over and picked up her purse, then moved to the desk which Reiko had crashed into. "Nagatani-san, are you alright?" She knelt down, putting a hand on her classmate's shoulder and looked at her throat. "... That's going to leave a nasty mark." At the offer of checking wounds, Shizune mentally cursed herself. Why didn't she think of that earlier? It was a rhetorical question of course. She knew the reason why. It was because she was too focused on keeping them safe, no, keeping them alive. She shuddered as she thought of Audrey's final moments in this life and again the question remained. Why was Friagne here in the first place? Usually.... "Yes. We must make sure everyone is well enough to move. We have a long journey ahead if we wish to escape." That was assuming there was an exit to begin with. Standing at the head of the group, Shizune turned where no one could see and glanced at her own wounds. Bending down, she wiped the blood away from her skin....only to reveal exactly just that. Unbroken skin.	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,727	247	10	2,569	1,279	Nagatani-san, are you alright? ... That's going to leave a nasty mark. "I-I..." It had felt as though Reiko had only caught her breath just to lose it again. If nothing else, her expression was clear. She was pretty violent in the past, and it seemed that there was a new murder to talk about every day back in the big city. But never had Reiko witnessed the death of another human being. Much less, in such a gruesome manner as what had just happened in front of her. Her expression showed clear fear; the kind where one can't quite figure out if what they saw really just happened. "I'm breathing, at least, but...did...did what I just see...did that really just happen?" While she wasn't a violent type these days, Reiko made a mental note the beat the hell out of the club member that sent her on this errand when and if they ever saw each other again. She'd been brought to this hellish place and saw what she still wasn't sure if it was real or not. The quivering of her irises began when the realization suddenly set in. That could have been her. If that...calling it a monster didn't even feel sufficient to Reiko anymore, but if it hadn't tossed her, that lifeless husk could have been her. "I'll be okay," Reiko finally said. "We...we can't let what just happened slow us down! Right?" The tone in Reiko's voice sounded more like she was looking for confirmation that she was right, rather than for someone to agree with her. She saw her shinai still in the hall. At least it was still there. That in itself helped with this new feeling of fear she wasn't used to. Slowly making her way to it, as though any step could set off a land mine, Reiko began making her way toward the shinai. If she had that, she figured. If she had that, she could at least try to fight. Would it even do her any good? She was clearly shaken, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, and she figured you'd have to be crazy to not be. Right now though, it was her only thought. I don't want to die. Even if fighting won't do anything for me, I want to survive, no matter how much I have to kick and scream to do it.	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,728	247	11	1,794	241	There are lots of things Tsubasa understands. He understands how to get small children to stop crying (most of the time at least). He understands how to make omelets. He understands how he ended up in the baseball club room putting away equipment for some of his friends (despite having stopped playing baseball long ago). What he cannot understand his why the sky is red, why the lights are off, and why everything is on the floor or tipped over. Wait, that last bit he can piece together. An earthquake is distinct in his mind, one that knocked him over and caused him to bump his head on the floor. Nothing too bad, Tsubasa thinks. It can’t be any worse than taking a spike to the face, which he’s done many times before. What worries him isn’t the fact that everything spins a little bit when he sits up. It’s the fact that he still can’t piece everything together and, frankly, apart from taking a dose of LSD, he can’t think of any reason for the sky to be red. The worst part is that it’s almost dead silent save for his own breathing and that unnerves him. Luckily, his bag is still on his back and his trusty umbrella is laying right on the floor beside him. Something seems off though, and it’s not just the fact that the sky has suddenly changed colors. Maybe it’s the silence, because even though school has been long over, he knows there should still be people here, especially in the wing of the school that houses all the club rooms. There should still be chatter. In fact, now that he thinks about it, it was a little bit weird that the baseball team asked him to lock up for them. Plus, he can’t quite remember the captain’s (he shudders at the word, because he already knows that next year the current captain has plans of giving him the title) reason for cancelling volleyball practice. He does remember it being a rather flimsy excuse though. That strange sense of off-ness is what prompts him to grab a baseball bat from one of the bags he was carrying, along with deciding to pocket the keys to the room. After all, it doesn’t seem like anyone’s around to miss them. With his umbrella folded up and put into his bag, baseball bat in one hand and keys in his pocket, Tsubasa finally forced himself to get up off the floor. It didn’t make his head spin like sitting up did, so he takes that as a sign that he doesn’t have any head trauma. Possible yet unlikely head trauma notwithstanding, Tsubasa decided it was probably best to see if there were other people around. The door to the club room creaks a little bit too much for his liking when he opens it, locking it on his way out. After all, he has the keys with him so it’s not like he couldn’t get back into the room if we wanted to. The silence really set in once Tsubasa got out into the hallway. Almost without thinking about it, he started whistling, letting the simple tune that was coming from his lips calm him down just a bit. In fact, he’s so caught up in his whistling that he doesn’t notice the noise of other people coming from the end of the hall. Actually, he only noticed it when he was about walk right into a girl, who look to be reaching for something. It registered in his head that he was Reiko Nagatani, but currently wasn’t his major concern. That prize fell to the fact that there was quite a bit of blood in the hallway. Instinctively clutching his baseball bat tighter, Tsubasa let out the single sentence “Wow, that’s a lot of blood”. Maybe “what happened here” or “is everyone okay” would have been more appropriate things to say, but as his eyes grew wide, that was all he could think about.	Name: Hazama Tsubasa Age: 17 History: Tsubasa has lived in the area his entire life. His house has been passed down from generation to generation and is situated on some open land near the outskirts of town. At this point, it's not the most glamorous place to live, but it's huge. The fixtures and most of the appliances are old (save for the semi new stove that was bought after the last one stopped working and a new TV that was put in the main living area) and it could definitely use some work on the landscaping, but it's home. The size is a necessity too, considering Tsubasa has six brothers and sisters. Tsubasa himself is the oldest. Due to the lack of money to buy much more than necessities and a few nice presents for birthdays, from a young age Tsubasa has spent most of his time outdoors, exploring and cultivating a very active imagination. Apart from taking on the role of hero and defeating countless villains, one of his favorite things to do for as long as he could remember is play sports. It's not so much the act of play that intrigues him, but the group dynamic. And he's done just about it all. Soccer, Baseball, Basketball, Tennis; you name it and Tsubasa has probably tried it at least once. It started when he was young and he hasn't stopped since. From their the rest is pretty average. He's a good older brother and helps out his siblings when his parents can't. He progressed through school in an average manner. Since high school began, he's managed to stick to two clubs, the Volleyball team and Student Council (although he doesn't have any kind of important job in the latter). He desperately wishes he could have joined more, but he does like to have some kind of social life. Personality: Personable and pleasant are two fantastic words to describe Tsubasa. Outwardly, he's a ray of sunshine. He's the type of kid that's everyone's friend but no one's best friend. Lots of people know a little bit about Tsubasa, but very few know a lot about Tsubasa. He'll talk to anyone about anything. He's a bit flightly and goes from place to place and person to person on a whim. He also fits very well into a caring old brother role, which is second nature to him. Whether it's helping out his own family, the other members of his clubs, or his classmates, he's usually up for the job. Intelligent (at least in an academic sense) would not be the best word to describe Tsubasa. He does have to study to pass most tests and even then he doesn't do so with excellent marks. But his determination to at least get passable grades in school is one of the best showcases of just how determined he can be when he puts his mind to it. This determination is also a great indicator of how much he fears failure in anything he does. He doesn't have to be the best, having decided long ago that he's perfectly fine with being mediocre in some aspects of his life, but the thought of failure scares him. Tsubasa is an internalizer. He's fantastic at listening to other people and helping them out, but very rarely talks about his own problems. While his life is far from dark and he doesn't face the trials some of his classmates do, he does have his fair share of responsibility. Currently, he's the cornerstone of the team and has to balance practice, school work, his student council responsibilities, and his responsibilities at home. Sometimes those things get to him, although you'll never see him break down in public. On a similar not, once Tsubasa has decided that he wants to be your friend, or even just be around you for a time, it is near impossible to get rid of him. Ones best bet is to just deal with him until he moves onto the next person, because no amount of insults or sometimes even physical protest will get him to leave you alone. Oh, and he also has personal space issues. It's best to steer clear of him if you don't like people touching you. Quirks: -He always has an umbrella with him. -Has a habit of whistling while traveling from place to place. -Tends to disregard people's need for personal space. Likes: -Being Active. It doesn't necessarily have to be exercising but he can't stand just sitting around and not doing anything. -The rain -Peach flavored anything. -Feeling like he's being helpful. Dislikes: -Getting wet -The aforementioned not having anything to do. -Complete silence And here you go, have my happy go lucky baby that's probably just begging to get killed with a personality like that.
8,729	247	12	1,390	1,432	Day 0 - Hallway At the sight of Reiko getting thrown Akane froze up and watched, wincing as more cuts formed on her legs. Such an awful noise... Worry made her eyebrows twitch, but before she could pull from the swarm at her ankles and run into the room the monster struck again, this time whipping out at Aito. Her first reaction was stunned silence, and then she screamed out his name, raising the school bag over her head with sudden rage. But she was quickly put out of commission as a body barreled into her's. The remaining air in her lungs was quickly sucked out as Akane slammed against the hall floor, and after a moment of stunned pain Akane turned her gaze upwards to her attacker. Shizune. The girl's red eyes were wide, desperate even, and Akane found that her face was streaming with tears of frustration. She did not, however, feel the least bit frustrated. Only worried, and scared. They were not her tears. Or were they? She continued to look up at Shizune, trying to catch her breath, failing to catch her breath, and often uttering a small, shaken sob. The girl was right, though being the hero was always Akane's mind set, if she wanted to live it would be best to just stick together. She opened her mouth slightly, as if she were going to say something, but Shizune was already scrambling up before she could begin. Something was wrong... She attempted to stand as well, but the room swirled and instead her head lolled back and her eyes locked up the ceiling. Something wet trailed down her back. The scrape had gotten bigger perhaps? Pain... Everything hurt... 'I have to get up...' Then the screams began. Long and sharp. There was an accent to them, was that possible? It seemed to be. What was happening? Akane struggled up again, this time propping up on her elbows. Though she was just a few feet from the turmoil, her vision was impaired by the massive monster in front of the door. The only thing Akane could see was the countless number of dolls and blood splattering. And then it seemed to be over. The music had finally stopped, and the monster quickly scurried passed Shizune and Akane, and with one final breath Akane let out a shuddered whine and sat up fully, rubbing her legs and head gently. Silence. Tired hands wiped at her tear-stained face, and then she slowly stumbled until she was standing and staggered over to the classroom, leaning on the door frame. A horrible scene met her gaze. Red. Like the sky. Shreds of familiar fabric, and horrified eyes watched the still pile of gore. Akane felt her stomach churn and with slight hesitance she entered the room as well and collapsed into a crouch besides Aito, shaking him ever so gently. He seemed to be fine. Thank God. Wounds were checked, explanations were said, and the still, movement-less moments gave Akane just enough time to catch her breath and relax a bit. Though she was still visibly shaken by the fight before and the pile that was once Audrey, it was less so now. And then they were up again. Akane discovered that her exhaustion from before had dissipated slightly, and after a moment of wondering why she finally remembered that this "realm" apparently helped the body. Hunger was not a problem, and they would get tired less. She silently thanked... Whoever looked over this land (and then cursed them for having created this realm in the first place), and then turned to follow the group out of the room. Back in the hall, Akane found comfort among the crowd, and in complete silenced she walked along with them, staying towards the back, eyes constantly peering behind in case anything tried to sneak up on them. Her legs had ceased to bleed heavily from all the cuts, but they ached greatly, and after every step a limp would falter her movements, but her mind was focused on something else. And that something else was the wound on Reiko's neck. It was deeply indented and seemed to be slowly turning into a bruise. Akane rose her hand to feel the very same wound that swelled around her own throat. It stung as her fingers gently brushed it, and she let out an audible gasp at the pain. Such power, that monster, The Friagne, Akane wouldn't be as reckless as she had been before around that thing. Sudden whistling quickly pulled her from her thoughts and a shadow quickly caught her eyes, just as it bumped into Reiko. At first, Akane lifted her fist and moved forward, as if she were going to throw a quick jab, but once she saw the familiar green eyes and silver hair she faltered and smiled slightly. "Tsubasa-kun!" Akane groaned out, voice still harsh from the strangling. He looked rather uncomfortable, and appeared to be staring passed their group, at the bloody mess they had left behind. She took note of the baseball bat in his hand and then jumped a bit as he made a stiff-sounding remark at the mess. She lowered her head slightly, glancing at Shizune with dull eyes as she only uttered a single, "yeah" in response.	Name: Kabetake Akane Height: 176 cm/5'8 Weight: 55.9 kg/123 lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Pale brown Skin-tone: Fair/tan Clothes: Normally her school uniform. At home she dresses much more comfortably, wearing sweaters and slippers and sweats, and when she's out she enjoys showing off her legs, so skirts and shorts are a a constant. Age: 17 History: The first daughter of a single mother, Akane was taught the hardships of life at a young age. Her mother, a single, hard-working woman, was constantly in and out of the house, leaving her two daughters alone with half-cooked meals and an almost empty apartment. As a result, Akane grew up taking care of Beni, her younger sister. The two grew up together (thankfully, they were only a year apart so they rarely fought), alone, and by the time Akane turned fifteen she was finally fed up with her flake a mother. She got plenty of part-jobs, saved money, and finally moved into an even smaller apartment with her sister and a small bag of belongings in tow. Her high school life was ordinary, she had friends and enemies, even dated a few guys. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until, one day, when she was feeling rather distant and confused while waiting for her sister to come back from shopping, Akane simply took a safety pin and began poking holes in her ears. Beni came home to a bloodied sister, who was smiling wildly while trying on some of her old earrings. "Look, look! They fit now! Aren't I cool?" She would ask constantly, to which Beni would reply with a brief nod and a worried glance. To this day, Akane is still working many part time jobs, and is even more busy now that she is apart of the Karate club. Beni, who is now sixteen, has been coming home more and more to an empty home, but she doesn't mind. As long as her sister came home eventually everything was fine. Personality: Despite her heavily pierced ears and height, Akane appears to be a sweet, friendly girl, always wearing a wide smile while being surrounded by groups of people. While her nice, expressive face seems to be the pinnacle of teenage cheerfulness, Akane normally feels distant underneath the facade, and at times will feel rather alone and confused for no apparent reason. She has trouble discovering and speaking about her emotions, and often decides to rather listen then speak during conversations because she simply cannot get her point across. Easily flustered and annoyed, Akane has trouble dealing with compliments and other people bugging her. She will snap at others if she is upset, and might even resort to psychical violence if she is especially agitated. Her stubbornness also stands out more when she is angry, and if she were to be challenged in this state Akane will definitely not stand down. In classes, though she tries to pay attention, she is rather... Stupid. Tests are often failed and she normally tries to copy homework answers from her friends. However, that does not stop her from being very interested in reading. She especially loves ghost stories and Occult books. Akane is extremely motherly and loves to take care of others, but has trouble doing the same for herself. At times, Akane has forgotten to eat regularly, and is prone is illness and injury because she is so reckless. Extremely athletic, Akane spends most of her time with the Karate club, and can normally be found in the club room, practicing her stances or punches. Very empathetic, Akane will at times burst into tears for no reason, especially if she is talking to someone who is upset or frustrated. This empathy is much more similar to mood swings, though, as she will at times just cry or become angry just out of no where, but she doesn't exactly... Feel these emotions. They just so happen to appear through her face and body movements, while on the inside she is still very much distant. This has happened when she is alone too, strangely. Quirks: Being very motherly, Akane is often worrying about others and very often will go up to someone she barely knows and ask if they are alright. When uncomfortable she will play with her hair and scratch her arms and legs. Slight empathy. Sometimes stares off into space during conversations. Likes: + Cooking: While she isn't the best, Akane does enjoy cooking for other people, and has fun experimenting with dishes. + Karate: It keeps her fit and healthy, as well as teaches her how to defend herself. + Kabetake Beni: Akane adores her little sister, and will do anything for her, no matter what. The two share a very close bond and can often be found on weekends together, shopping or chit-chatting around town. They are only related by their mother, though, as they had two different 'fathers'. + Scary Anything: Akane loves to scare herself, and especially does so when reading or watching scary movies. + Spicy Things: Curry, candies, peppers, anything spicy is adored. + Books: Reading is one of Akane's favorite past times, and when she is feeling lonely or bored a book is never far behind. Dislikes: - Sweets: She cant handle sweet things, and absolutely hates having to bake or cook anything sweet as she views it as a hassle. - Classes (Especially Math): Enough said. School isn't Akane's strong point. - Being Alone: Akane has a complex of being alone, and becomes very depressed if she is left by herself for too long. - Bugs: Growing up in such a crappy apartment, she often saw cockroaches and spiders crawling across the floor at night, and this eventually turned into a slight phobia. - Talking to Others Deeply: Talking about feelings, crying in front of a friend, Akane simply cannot handle this. She has to be strong and protect others, and must not let it become the other way around. - Kabetake Hirono: Beni and Akane's birth mother, a well known stripper and odd-job worker who is constantly looking out for her daughters, though Akane's doesn't realize it. This flake makes Alane writhe in fury whenever she is mentioned or seen.
8,730	247	13	2,219	592	Shinobu Resan --- "...?!" The otakus heroic charge came quickly to halt when Shiori decided to go on collision course. Luckily, for both of them, she let go off the chair the moment Shiroi's body violently crashed into Shinobu. Even more fortunate was the fact that Shinobu got through the rough meeting with the floor relatively harmless, apart from the small "Nya~" that hopefully no one heard as the club president's head kinda squeezed Shinobu's chest. "What're do you think you're doing, Resan-san!?" The green-hair slowly started to comprehend what happened, though still void of the reason Shiori actually did what she did. "Obviously trying to safe people!" The otaku quickly got up again, even if this was just a lucid dream, a very lucid one at that, she still wouldn't allow anyone to die. Paying full attention to the grotesque abnormality once again. Shinobu had to search for yet another weapon, her best bet would be something sword-like, heck, even a robust stick, after all, she wasn't carrying her practice-equipment around like a certain somebody. Before she could even start to look for something to attack though, things happened way too quickly. "Reiko!" Instinctively crying out as Shinobu witnessed how her Senpai had a whole new experienced with desks she quickly moved towards her. However, taking just 3 steps towards Reiko was enough time for the monster to seek the weakest prey: the unconscious red-hair. Words couldn't describe what was happening in the next few moments Shinobu helplessly stared at the monster, which name by the way she still did not know, as it had its way with Audrey. Was it the gore? The ecstatic shrieks of pain that were in rhythm with the play? The thought of her being the next? Shinobu did not know, but she was feared, even shaking, and if not for the fact of deeply believing this was just a lucid dre- nightmare, who knows what else might have happened to her. Shocked, she didn't bring out a single word after this, meaningful words spoken merely passed her by, the otaku's mind was blank. Dream or not, this just felt too real.	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,731	247	14	2,569	1,279	Before Aito could say more smartass remarks, his feeling and emotional anchor were taken away from him, as Akane pushed him into the classroom. "Even you Akane? What do peo-" Before he could end his whining, he let out a gasp at the horrific sight that was standing behind Akane and the other girl. It held both girls up by their neck. Aito was paralyzed, he couldn't move a muscle. Was all of this for real? That thing seemed to have come straight from the mind of someone like Stephen King or any other veteran Creepypasta writer. Aito watched as Akane struggled to free herself, which she accomplished, but then she turned... odd. A blood rage filled her eyes. He was too busy watching her that he didn't notice the little monsters coming out from the big one, and he didn't really care. The calm and gentle Akane he had known until now had changed, and he didn't like it. He gritted his teeth and his body moved before his mind and he stood up. He shouted. "Give her back!" He said and started running towards the Friagne, his fist help up high. But before even getting near to it, he was slammed into the ground. He was such a fool, this was the obvious result. Now, he'd most probably would be killed. It seemed to be his lucky day, though. The monster set sights on someone else and hurried towards her. In a gruesome display, he killed her. Aito watched everything unfold in shock, while still lying. Akane came to him and shook him to make sure he was okay. He didn't respond, though, the shock was still lingering within him. How the girl's guts were now on the floor and the whole air now had a stench similar to her guts made Aito gag when he got up. He was terrified, he couldn't stop shaking. Even so, wasn't this the perfect closure to his investigation? Supernatural things are real, and as disgusting as he pictured them. He was now intrigued. A new investigation was about to unfold, about this creatures and this world. This wasn't the time to be scared. He quickly had an idea to improvise something that could at least make the darkness stay away from his path. He turned on the flashlight of his phone and put it in his breast pocket. "Silly me, something like this should have ocurred to me a while ago." No matter, though. Now what was important was to gather information. The fear of death was still there, strong as ever, but Aito did his best to control himself, though he wasn't sure if he would be able to if the monster ever appeared in front of them again. For now, he'd have to keep at bay, if he wasnted to survive. He went to where Yoshida was. "All right. I am scared shitless and to be honest, I myself would suggest something like separating and keeping contact through our phones, but..." He glanced in the direction of Audrey's remains. Poor girl. "After seeing that, I think we should really stick together, though I think what we need here first is some info on what's going on. Well, most specifically, on what the hell are those things? How can we avoid them? I am pretty sure we can know when that 'Friagne' is coming due to the music, but what about the little things? Give me every last bit of info you can, please, Yoshida." He said as he held a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. In the notebook, Aito had already written the words 'Friagn' and 'World of Wasted Dreams', information was power, after all. Even so, he was glad they would stick together. More 'noble sacrifices' like Audrey's could be made and the others would escape. He glance to where Akane was and a sad smile drew itself in his face. He would try to prioritize everyone's safety, but his was priority, maybe also Akane's...	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,732	247	15	2,487	9,790	Shizune looked up at the new arrival, ready to fight or flee from the approaching figure only to sigh in relief as it turned out to only be Hazama Tsubasa. "Tsubasa-san. It's good to see you." She glanced back at the still resting group. "Long story short. We've been placed in this dimension, the World of Wasted Dreams, festering with creatures that want to consume us. It's just our group." Her thoughts automatically flew to Audrey's remains still lying dormant in the other room. Shrugging the memory off, she said, "No one else. Stick together and don't get killed." She was about to push ahead and maybe scout the area when a familar face rudely stepped in front of her. Stifling a frustrated sigh, she listened closely as Aito questioned her for information on this world. Shrugging, she began to speak all that she knew to the curious boy. "From what I can understand, the World of Wasted Dreams is simply a method to trap prey for consumption. I have reason to believe that this entire dimension is simply a feeding ground for some kind of apex predator. And we are the prey. However, there's been nothing to verify any of this. As for the Friagne, I have enough knowledge to know that it appears in locations that build up a high amount of negative emotion and energy. That would explain why it appeared before as I can assume we were all startled by the sudden transition from our world into this one." "Still, why so early?" "As for the other creatures inhabiting this hell hole, I can only provide information on ones I've personally encountered when the time arises. I'm not omniscient." When she saw Aito glance over at Akane, Shizune followed his gaze and frowned, taking a good guess of what he was planning. Something within her snapped just a little and she leaned forward to gently grab Aito by the front of his shirt. "Don't," she hissed. "Don't you dare even consider using any of us just to make sure you can get away. I am not letting anyone else die on my hands, especially because of some coward who only cares for himself. Is that understood, Shiba-san?" Her red eyes were burning with held back rage and experience. Waiting a few seconds, she finally released him and walked to the front of the group. "I know you better than you think, Shiba-san. We are going to escape. All of us." With that said, Shizune checked everyone else for final injuries before pressing onward. It didn't take long before they were met with a single door in the hallway. A dead end. Nowhere to go now but through it. "Come on. We might as well make a shelter for now." Entering the classroom, Shizune was mildly surprised to see that it was exactly the same as the other one. Even Audrey's shredded remains lay in the same spot as before. The only real difference was the fact that several black chairs now stood in a circle facing each other. One for each of them. Furthermore, there was no room number to identify the classroom. Frowning, Shizune led the group inside. There were no other doors present, so this would have to make do. "We'll rest here for now everyone. I'll keep watch at the entrance for the remainder of our time here so there's no need to worry." She took one last glance at Audrey's left overs only to suppress a deep shudder."Please...try to get some rest." Easier said than done. Without another word, the dark haired girl dragged her own chair to sit in front of the now closed door and stare. She would remain there as a first line of defense for the others. Things were at a standstill now. One person had been lost forever today, but the rest had survived. Exhaustion finally engulfing her, Shizune waited patiently at her post for time to carry ownward. Just how long could they keep this up? --- Day 1 "Onee-chan! Onii-chan! Save me! It hurts....big brother! Big sister! Save me!" Shizune jerked out of her own thoughts and whirled around as the sudden intrusion of voices began to increase in pitch and volume. One second the room was silent with the sounds of peaceful snoring and forced rest when the voices exploded in the unknown classroom. "Where...where is it coming from?" Her red eyes began scanning every which way to pinpoint the origin but it was useless. The voices eventually became erratic sobs and screams now, as if in torture. Or they were being murdered. Something new? It was certainly something she had never experienced before. Shizune got up from her chair and looked over at the group. She opened her mouth to order them to move out and leave this place only for her to choke on a gasp. The voices....by now they were so loud and violent that it was impossible to mistake the words and tones for something else. What she heard next only made Shizune's blood turn ice cold. "Onii-chan! Onee-chan! Please...save us! It hurts...it hurts so much! Make it stop! Please, make it stop! Kabetake! Hazama! Make it stop! Save us! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad..he's....he's coming closer....please...On....chan..."	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,733	247	16	1,794	241	The first thought on Tsubasa’s mind upon entering the room was that maybe he should have just locked himself in the club room, if what Shizune said was true. He could have easily barricaded that door and locked himself inside. Then the only entrance would have been the small window, which he doubted anything could really fit through. And given how they seemed to be just walking in circles, something told him that he wasn’t going to be getting back there on purpose any time soon. Well, regretting wouldn’t do him anything now, so Tsubasa pushed the thoughts of holing up in the club room to the back of his mind. Unfortunately the pile of blood and guts wasn’t quite as easy to dismiss, but sleep did come eventually. Tsubasa gripped the baseball bat tight to his chest the entire time. ------- Tsubasa dreamed everything was normal, that the previous day had never happened. He went home after helping the baseball team clean-up, helped his younger sister make dinner, did his homework, got a bath, and went to bed. He even dreamt about sleeping in his own bed with one of his younger brothers in the bed across the room. Maybe that was why his first reaction, while still half asleep, upon hearing the cries was to go “yeah, yeah. I’ll be there in a minute” and let out a yawn. That was when it hit him. He wasn’t at home. His little brothers and sisters wouldn’t be calling for him, because he was trapped in whatever hell this was. That couldn’t be them. But what if they’d gotten trapped here too? Tsubasa shook his head. They couldn’t have. After all, they weren’t at the school when everything happened. Even his next oldest sibling, who was only a year younger than he was, had stayed home sick that day. But still, what if? He shook his head again. No, they weren’t here. This was all just this twisted place trying to get him to mess up and do something stupid. The fear that is was his younger siblings on the other side of that door wouldn’t go away though. no matter how many times he told himself to keep his cool and think rationally. (Then again, this place seemed to defy all forms of rationality) He edged closer to the door, baseball held tight in his left hand. He stopped when he reached the place Shizune was sitting. “They’re not real right? I mean, they’ve got to be just monsters. There’s no way,” his voice was trembling, giving away how unsure he was of the words that were coming out of his mouth. Every passing second made him less and less sure. Even though Tsubasa was fantastic at keeping his cool, it just wouldn't hold in a situation like this.	Name: Hazama Tsubasa Age: 17 History: Tsubasa has lived in the area his entire life. His house has been passed down from generation to generation and is situated on some open land near the outskirts of town. At this point, it's not the most glamorous place to live, but it's huge. The fixtures and most of the appliances are old (save for the semi new stove that was bought after the last one stopped working and a new TV that was put in the main living area) and it could definitely use some work on the landscaping, but it's home. The size is a necessity too, considering Tsubasa has six brothers and sisters. Tsubasa himself is the oldest. Due to the lack of money to buy much more than necessities and a few nice presents for birthdays, from a young age Tsubasa has spent most of his time outdoors, exploring and cultivating a very active imagination. Apart from taking on the role of hero and defeating countless villains, one of his favorite things to do for as long as he could remember is play sports. It's not so much the act of play that intrigues him, but the group dynamic. And he's done just about it all. Soccer, Baseball, Basketball, Tennis; you name it and Tsubasa has probably tried it at least once. It started when he was young and he hasn't stopped since. From their the rest is pretty average. He's a good older brother and helps out his siblings when his parents can't. He progressed through school in an average manner. Since high school began, he's managed to stick to two clubs, the Volleyball team and Student Council (although he doesn't have any kind of important job in the latter). He desperately wishes he could have joined more, but he does like to have some kind of social life. Personality: Personable and pleasant are two fantastic words to describe Tsubasa. Outwardly, he's a ray of sunshine. He's the type of kid that's everyone's friend but no one's best friend. Lots of people know a little bit about Tsubasa, but very few know a lot about Tsubasa. He'll talk to anyone about anything. He's a bit flightly and goes from place to place and person to person on a whim. He also fits very well into a caring old brother role, which is second nature to him. Whether it's helping out his own family, the other members of his clubs, or his classmates, he's usually up for the job. Intelligent (at least in an academic sense) would not be the best word to describe Tsubasa. He does have to study to pass most tests and even then he doesn't do so with excellent marks. But his determination to at least get passable grades in school is one of the best showcases of just how determined he can be when he puts his mind to it. This determination is also a great indicator of how much he fears failure in anything he does. He doesn't have to be the best, having decided long ago that he's perfectly fine with being mediocre in some aspects of his life, but the thought of failure scares him. Tsubasa is an internalizer. He's fantastic at listening to other people and helping them out, but very rarely talks about his own problems. While his life is far from dark and he doesn't face the trials some of his classmates do, he does have his fair share of responsibility. Currently, he's the cornerstone of the team and has to balance practice, school work, his student council responsibilities, and his responsibilities at home. Sometimes those things get to him, although you'll never see him break down in public. On a similar not, once Tsubasa has decided that he wants to be your friend, or even just be around you for a time, it is near impossible to get rid of him. Ones best bet is to just deal with him until he moves onto the next person, because no amount of insults or sometimes even physical protest will get him to leave you alone. Oh, and he also has personal space issues. It's best to steer clear of him if you don't like people touching you. Quirks: -He always has an umbrella with him. -Has a habit of whistling while traveling from place to place. -Tends to disregard people's need for personal space. Likes: -Being Active. It doesn't necessarily have to be exercising but he can't stand just sitting around and not doing anything. -The rain -Peach flavored anything. -Feeling like he's being helpful. Dislikes: -Getting wet -The aforementioned not having anything to do. -Complete silence And here you go, have my happy go lucky baby that's probably just begging to get killed with a personality like that.
8,734	247	17	1,390	1,432	Day 0 - Classroom ?-? "Don't you dare even consider using any of us just to make sure you can get away. I am not letting anyone else die on my hands, especially because of some coward who only cares for himself. Is that understood, Shiba-san?" Akane watched Shizune grip Aito's shirt through narrowed eyes, but her voice felt too strained to speak up against it, and instead she lowered her head and scratched at her arms. They had finally stopped beside another classroom door, and their red-eyed leader (well, that's what she seemed to be, at least) suggested that they rest in here for now. Glancing inside, however, they found a room that had been almost the same as the one they had just left. Holing up into an almost identical classroom to the last was, well, unsettling to say the least, but none seemed to have the energy to complain. They entered one by one and began to settle, and Akane gripped Aito's arm and dragged him to a rather secure corner, just where they could see the door but the door, or anything outside the door, wouldn't be able to see them. "Don't be afraid, Ai-chan." Her voice was tight, worried, and yet scolding, "and listen to Yoshida-san." Akane glanced at the black-haired Shizune, eyes scanning her face, and once again she could only feel emptiness. Something was strange about that girl, but it seemed that she knew what was going on. Akane could do nothing but trust her judgement. And with that final thought, she settled down onto the wooden floor and curled up, resting her head against the wall. While fear currently kept her awake, exhaustion quickly caught up to her eyes, and she was asleep within an hour. --- Day 1 - Classroom ?-? "Onee-chan! Onii-chan! Save me! It hurts....big brother! Big sister! Save me!" Akane quickly sat up, eyes wide with an unfathomable need to protect. er breath caught and she slowly rose into a stand, glancing around the room with confusion and worry. 'Those voices, children. Wait. Who's? Beni? No, too many, where am I... Where am I?' She lowered her head, seeing the familiar shape of Aito, and then began to see the others through the red-tinted darkness. Shizune, Reiko, Shino, Tsubasa, Shiori. Those who had experienced the same fright she had the day before. Akane sighed once she realized that this wasn't home, but flinched once the voices began crying out again. Could... Could Beni be here? No, she went home early, right? Akane slowly lowered again, digging into her skirt pockets furiously until her hand clenched around the shape of a cellphone. She opened it slowly and sighed once the light blared forward, and her eyes traced two messages that had been received many, many hours before. Before what? The earthquake? The power outage? The two messages read: "I got home safe and sound, Akane." while the second read "No Service". Beni was most likely (hopefully) home, unless this realm had the ability to cause untrue text messages. "Onii-chan! Onee-chan! Please...save us! It hurts...it hurts so much! Make it stop! Please, make it stop! Kabetake! Hazama! Make it stop! Save us! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad..he's....he's coming closer....please...On....chan..." Again, Akane flinched, which caused her to lose grip on the phone as she reached up to cover her ears, trying to get the pain-filled voices out of her head. It tumbled to the ground and landed with a hard crack at her feet, but she was too focused on the door now, where the voices seemed to be pouring out of. Tsubasa was up now too, holding his baseball bat tightly as he approached the door slowly, but instead of throwing it open he turned to Shizune, who seemed to have stayed awake throughout their resting period, and asked a very simple question, “They’re not real right? I mean, they’ve got to be just monsters. There’s no way,” "Yeah, yeah." She spoke up as well, wincing slightly, "they're... They're not real, right?"	Name: Kabetake Akane Height: 176 cm/5'8 Weight: 55.9 kg/123 lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Pale brown Skin-tone: Fair/tan Clothes: Normally her school uniform. At home she dresses much more comfortably, wearing sweaters and slippers and sweats, and when she's out she enjoys showing off her legs, so skirts and shorts are a a constant. Age: 17 History: The first daughter of a single mother, Akane was taught the hardships of life at a young age. Her mother, a single, hard-working woman, was constantly in and out of the house, leaving her two daughters alone with half-cooked meals and an almost empty apartment. As a result, Akane grew up taking care of Beni, her younger sister. The two grew up together (thankfully, they were only a year apart so they rarely fought), alone, and by the time Akane turned fifteen she was finally fed up with her flake a mother. She got plenty of part-jobs, saved money, and finally moved into an even smaller apartment with her sister and a small bag of belongings in tow. Her high school life was ordinary, she had friends and enemies, even dated a few guys. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until, one day, when she was feeling rather distant and confused while waiting for her sister to come back from shopping, Akane simply took a safety pin and began poking holes in her ears. Beni came home to a bloodied sister, who was smiling wildly while trying on some of her old earrings. "Look, look! They fit now! Aren't I cool?" She would ask constantly, to which Beni would reply with a brief nod and a worried glance. To this day, Akane is still working many part time jobs, and is even more busy now that she is apart of the Karate club. Beni, who is now sixteen, has been coming home more and more to an empty home, but she doesn't mind. As long as her sister came home eventually everything was fine. Personality: Despite her heavily pierced ears and height, Akane appears to be a sweet, friendly girl, always wearing a wide smile while being surrounded by groups of people. While her nice, expressive face seems to be the pinnacle of teenage cheerfulness, Akane normally feels distant underneath the facade, and at times will feel rather alone and confused for no apparent reason. She has trouble discovering and speaking about her emotions, and often decides to rather listen then speak during conversations because she simply cannot get her point across. Easily flustered and annoyed, Akane has trouble dealing with compliments and other people bugging her. She will snap at others if she is upset, and might even resort to psychical violence if she is especially agitated. Her stubbornness also stands out more when she is angry, and if she were to be challenged in this state Akane will definitely not stand down. In classes, though she tries to pay attention, she is rather... Stupid. Tests are often failed and she normally tries to copy homework answers from her friends. However, that does not stop her from being very interested in reading. She especially loves ghost stories and Occult books. Akane is extremely motherly and loves to take care of others, but has trouble doing the same for herself. At times, Akane has forgotten to eat regularly, and is prone is illness and injury because she is so reckless. Extremely athletic, Akane spends most of her time with the Karate club, and can normally be found in the club room, practicing her stances or punches. Very empathetic, Akane will at times burst into tears for no reason, especially if she is talking to someone who is upset or frustrated. This empathy is much more similar to mood swings, though, as she will at times just cry or become angry just out of no where, but she doesn't exactly... Feel these emotions. They just so happen to appear through her face and body movements, while on the inside she is still very much distant. This has happened when she is alone too, strangely. Quirks: Being very motherly, Akane is often worrying about others and very often will go up to someone she barely knows and ask if they are alright. When uncomfortable she will play with her hair and scratch her arms and legs. Slight empathy. Sometimes stares off into space during conversations. Likes: + Cooking: While she isn't the best, Akane does enjoy cooking for other people, and has fun experimenting with dishes. + Karate: It keeps her fit and healthy, as well as teaches her how to defend herself. + Kabetake Beni: Akane adores her little sister, and will do anything for her, no matter what. The two share a very close bond and can often be found on weekends together, shopping or chit-chatting around town. They are only related by their mother, though, as they had two different 'fathers'. + Scary Anything: Akane loves to scare herself, and especially does so when reading or watching scary movies. + Spicy Things: Curry, candies, peppers, anything spicy is adored. + Books: Reading is one of Akane's favorite past times, and when she is feeling lonely or bored a book is never far behind. Dislikes: - Sweets: She cant handle sweet things, and absolutely hates having to bake or cook anything sweet as she views it as a hassle. - Classes (Especially Math): Enough said. School isn't Akane's strong point. - Being Alone: Akane has a complex of being alone, and becomes very depressed if she is left by herself for too long. - Bugs: Growing up in such a crappy apartment, she often saw cockroaches and spiders crawling across the floor at night, and this eventually turned into a slight phobia. - Talking to Others Deeply: Talking about feelings, crying in front of a friend, Akane simply cannot handle this. She has to be strong and protect others, and must not let it become the other way around. - Kabetake Hirono: Beni and Akane's birth mother, a well known stripper and odd-job worker who is constantly looking out for her daughters, though Akane's doesn't realize it. This flake makes Alane writhe in fury whenever she is mentioned or seen.
8,735	247	18	2,706	349	Day 0 As Aito was grabbed by Shizune, an arrogant smirk crossed his face. "Oh yeah? If you claim to know me so well, then why are you thinking I'll do that right off the bat? It is... merely a reserve plan. If I can, I too want to save as must people as possible. But wouldn't it be better for at least one of us to survive in spite of the others? I am pretty sure Audrey's sacrifice has given us an edge now. We survived something we weren't supposed to because of her." His words fell into no one's ears, though, since the girl was already long gone. He clicked his tongue. "Tch. I'll have to play the good man for now, it seems." He followed Shizune until they arrived to the room, even though it looked exactly the same, but with some chairs. "What the heck is wrong with this world?" He let is body drop on one of the chairs and he stretched out. "Ah.... just a few moments in and we have already lost someone.... Shows just how dangerous this place is." He said to himself, before being pulled away by Akane. "W-what is it? When they finally stopped and Akane told him to 'not be afraid', Aito inevitably blushed. "I am not scared. It's just... just.." When she brought up the thing about Shizune, Aito's eyes sharpened and he glared at her. "So, you're siding with her, huh? What can she know? She hasn't spent any time with me and claims to know me. I hate girls like her." He was annoyed and upset at Akane, but he didn't want to, so he just dismissed it with his hand. "You know what, forget it. Talk to you later." He walked away from her and sit in one of the chairs, crossing his arms and falling asleep there. Not the most comfortable thing, but the most practical if he had to make a run for it in any instant. Faster than raising from the floor. He left the flashlight of his cellphone on until he remembered that the battery wouldn't last forever. When he checked, the screen already was telling Aito to plug in his charger. "God dammit." He put it back in his chest pocket and returned to sleep. Somewhere inside him, he wished for everything to go back to what it originally was when he opened up his eyes, though the probability was minimal. --- Day 1 Aito slightly jumped in the chair when he heard the child like cries. His eyes quickly scanned through the room, searching for Akane. It was in her nature to always help someone in need, but this clearly wasn't something she could handle. Besides, the voice felt oddly familiar. If Aito recalled it correctly, it seemed like that of her sister, Beni. He saw the newest addition to the group, Tsubasa, go near Shizune and asking her something that seemed obvious. Aito felt the need to answer him and Akane, who followed in with the question. He put himself behind Tsubasa and put a hand on his shoulder. "Of course it isn't real. In here, there's nothing but mosters and us. But..." Aito also felt uneasy at the constant cries of the kids, but he had to keep his level-headness right now, or they would lose another pair of people, and falling for a trap like that was just insulting. "Hey, Yoshida. Think we can move from here to somewhere, I dunno, 'safer'? Not that I expect somewhere in this hellhole to be safer, but still." He asked the field expert, but he knew that the answer might be that no, there wasn't any place safer than that.	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,736	247	19	2,569	1,279	Day 0: Classroom ?-?... "Please...try to get some rest." Like hell I'm resting. Reiko had no intention of sleeping. There was one chair for each girl here, so she could at least sit if she wanted. Grabbing one from the circle, Reiko followed the girl who said to get some rest - what the hell was it? - and set a chair next to hers loud enough to announce her intentions of I'm sitting here. The next thing Reiko did was take her shinai out from the back of her shirt, rest her hands on one end, and set the other on the floor to hold her hands up with. She then placed her head on her hands, alternating now and then between looking ahead of her to whatever would come, to her side at the girl, and behind her at everyone else. This girl may have had the know-how about this place, but knowing your enemy was only half the battle. "You said you were here once before, so you got out somehow. Be frank with me. What are our odds of getting out of here alive?" She'd wait as long as she had to for an answer. Before long though, the day caught up with her, and Reiko fell asleep on the spot, still clutching her shinai. ------------------- Day 1... "Onee-chan! Onii-chan! Save me! It hurts....big brother! Big sister! Save me!" That woke Reiko up right bloody quick. Leaping out of sleep and into action mode, knocking her chair over in the process, the Osakan kendo wonder gripped the end of her shinai with both hands, turning right around to make sure it wasn't somebody in the room that was screaming. No, everybody in there seemed to be fine... "Onii-chan! Onee-chan! Please...save us! It hurts...it hurts so much! Make it stop! Please, make it stop! Kabetake! Hazama! Make it stop! Save us! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad..he's....he's coming closer....please...On....chan..." If we're about to deal with some little kid monster, it better only be as strong as an actual little kid. This kind of crap got old the moment it started becoming a frequent deal in horror flicks. Reiko was beginning to like this place less and less. Not that she even liked it upon first arriving. Becoming the food of any of the things here didn't sound like a good way to die in the least, and Reiko already knew how she wanted to go when the time came anyway. It did not involve food in any way. And then a voice from the group spoke up with something Reiko thought helpful. "Everyone. Over there. In the corner..." About damn time! Reiko would compensate for the humiliating loss that Friagne gave her by beating whatever came now to a rotten pulp. Heading to where the voice came from and looking in the same corner as her, Reiko saw the figure when it stepped forth. She even flinched a bit when she saw how disheveled the kid looked. Then she caught sight of the eyes. No doubt about it. Either this was a monster, or a child with no eyes. Reiko kind of doubted the latter. Her doubts were pretty much all erased when it opened its mouth. That tongue. Those teeth. Not taking her eyes off this one, Reiko asked aloud "Oi, Miss Expert-On-This-Place, what's this guy? Any tricks up his sleeve?"	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,737	247	20	2,219	592	Shinobu Resan --- Like some doll, Shinobu was easily pushed towards the next room, giving her Senpai only a small nod for some sort of conformation or similar. She still couldn't believe what just happened, really, it just felt too real. But that was the thing if she would wake up from this nightmare everything would be fine, no? So why was she even so troubled by all this? Maybe it was a sign? Maybe she should make sure the next time she saw the red-hair to definitely get along with her? Whatever the case was, Shinobu didn't want to think too much now and simply decided to ignore everything and anyone and try to end this nightmare simply by falling asleep. But what if this wasn't a dream? A thought that plagued her at least two more hours before she finally fell asleep on the few desks she put together as an improvised bed. --- Unlike the harsh reality the muffler girl was in, it was clearly visible that her own dream world was a place people could enjoy themselves in. Either that, or her drooling combined with a really happy face was a completely normal sleeping habit. Obviously her peace was disturbed by yet another annoying monstrosity. Slowly opening her eyes the first thing she realized was the discomfort of the tables, her entire back hurt but she got up nonetheless. Having a look around it slowly came back to her, the place she was trapped in, for better or worse, not her own nightmare. Upon gazing on the small pile of...flesh...thoughts of yesterday came back to her, if this was real, it meant...the person...really... . No. The green hair shook her head, she was completely idiotic and useless yesterday, she even had to be babysitted. No, Shinobu was a strong Independent otaku that would make it out of here alive, if common sense didn't apply here, there was nothing wrong with going after what she learned in horror games, right? Despite, being sad and gloomy didn't fit her at all, not to mention dwelling on the past was a thing she disliked. Having encouraged herself and grabbing her muffler more tightly she was actually able to put a slight smile on her face before returning to more urgent matters; the quarrel in front of the door did not slip her attention. Before she could speak her mind however, Shiori put her attention towards the mute screamer: a boy who looked worse than the poorest zombie-horror-eyes-hobo in the real world, for Shinobus taste, definitely not human, just the eyes made that clear enough. Compared to yesterday that thing was nothing though. Getting closer to the group at the door she finally spoke her mind, tightening the grip she had on her muffler."I agree with Aito-kun, I think somewhere else is still safer than here! I also think we should make haste...oh, and good morning by the way!"	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,738	247	21	2,487	9,790	Shizune stepped back from the...the thing. Really, there was no other way to describe it. Some kind of mutilated child...its appearance and blank eyes-or lack thereof-were enough to unnerve the usually calm girl. "I don't....I don't know what that is....this has never happened before...none of this has..." She was more shocked than horrified in all honesty. Even the voices, which continued to become more frantic and violent, were a complete mystery to her. She frowned. "If I had to guess, then these voices...they're most likely fake. Meant to lure us in no doubt." By now, everyone was gathered to the front of the door. Opening their only exit, Shizune narrowed her eyes and allowed everyone else to see. The environment had changed again. Not one, but two hallways now appeared before them, darkness shrouding the passageways to make it impossible to see the end. One hallway echoed with the pained howls of the children. The other remained ghostly silent. Shizune turned back to the group. "As much as I hate to agree with you on...anything, you're right Shiba-san. As are you Resan-san. We have to keep moving, only stopping when absolutely necessa-agh!" A sudden wave of pain hit her, the shock of it forcing Shizune on her knees. A burning sensation began to toil and churn within her abdomen, forcing her to cover the area with her hands. Gritting her teeth, she scanned around to try and help the others. Even despite the pain, her body was still able to stiffen in disbelief. No one else was affected. Panting on the ground, she frantically began searching as the burning increased. What was different? What had changed? The screams...then the child....looking over at it now, realization dawned on her. That creature had its jaws wide open in a soundless scream. This began when that monster opened its mouth. And yet it only affected her....was it because....? "Ahh!" The pain...it was unbearable! She lashed her arms out, clenching her palms on the ground. This feeling...this desire....could it....her red eyes widened. No...no she had to escape. To get away from the others before.... "Nag...ata...Nagatani-san," she gasped out. "You....wanted to know...our chances...right?" Her breathing was coming out now in barely held back sobs. "Right...r-right now...it's z-zero...sorry..." Standing up on trembling legs, Shizune launched forward, shoved the gray-skinned child on the floor, and bolted out the door. Without a second thought, she chose the left pathway that remained unplagued by the voices and ran. Ran as fast as she could, each step bringing a new flash of pain and selfish instinct. The rotting boy on the ground remained unfazed, its black maw still caught in its unnatural expression. Standing up, the creature completely ignored the rest of the group and quietly walked in pursuit of Shizune. It didn't take very long for the dark haired girl to reach a wall made of a suspiciously fleshy and red material down the hallway. A dead end. Touching it hesitantly, her hand drew back when her mind quickly pieced it together. A wall of literal flesh. Charming. Grunting, Shizune collapsed on the ground and held her stomach in the fetal position. A movement later she retched and vomited on the ground, a thick and bubbly crimson liquid pouring from her mouth. Straight from the stomach. "S....s-shit...." This new creature had successfully separated her from the group. No matter. They still had Shiori. The P.O.I.R president would lead them in her absence. Shizune had faith in her. Besides, Shizune could handle herself. In fact, she had specifically chose to flee simply to draw this monster out and finish it off herself. It...it was best if the others didn't bear witness. Whimpering in the dark, her frail body trembling all over, the black haired girl began scratching at the floor again, feeling her vision sway and her eyes dilate. "Hurry up..." she willed. "Hurry up and get...get here...so I can kill you personally...." Another shudder of the burning sensation passed through her, ears strained until finally they were met with the soft patter of the child's footsteps. Back in the classroom, the voices of the right path increased even more so, as if invading their very minds and threatening to rip them apart from the inside. "Ahh! On...chan! It burns! It burns! Help me! Hazama! Kabetake! Help m-ahh!"	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,739	247	22	2,706	349	Having watched Shizune retreat out through the door - after shoving the... corpse-boy.... to the ground, something dawned on Shiori. Having listened to the conversation between Akane, Reiko, Aito and Tsubasa, it became clear. They hadn't heard anything, nor had she, because the critter had specifically come to target Yoshida. It had arrived to force her away from the group. How did she come to this conclusion? Simple: For one, Yoshida claimed to have prior knowledge of this world and hving been here before. Secondly; Even when the creature opened its mouth and sseemingly shrieked for all the power it could muster with whatever lungs it had, only Yoshida caed over, as if she could hear something. Finally, after Shizune ran from the room, the boy fllowed her - not even paying any of the other four people at the door any heed, what so ever. This was in stark contrast to the Friagne from yesterday, who had blatantly gone after pretty much anyone and everyone who got close to it - leading Shiori to the realization that perhaps Yoshida was indeed telling the truth. Maybe that girl had been to this world before, but it was now trying to keep her from helping the others. Naturally, there was alsot he possibility that this was all a coincidence and that the boy-monster just particularly wanted to munch on Shizune's brain - but, Mizuhana somehow doubted that such was the case. Still, there was a new problem... Without Shizune to guide them or herd them about, the group was momentarily stuck, and with the noises from from the hallway outside getting louder and louder, Shiori felt like things would soon turn for the worse if nothing was done. The screams of pain and agony were almost overwhelming now, and she tried to cover her ears to see if that helped, but alas it did not. With Shizune's cryptic remark to Reiko, that their chances right now were zero, things had to change and happen, right away. But where to go? Shizune had run off in the opposite direction from the hall that heralded the screams - but she hadn't run away because she was scared. She'd fled to dra the creature away, and... Perhaps... keep herself from the others, for a while. She had no way to prove this of course, and it could be tahat the girl just took that path so as to not get into more trouble, but what about them? The voices were specifically calling for Akane and Tsubasa... Which meant that letting them go to that hallway was probably a very, very unwise decision. She still felt fatigued and anemic, and the bug-bites on her neck - or whatever they were - still stung. Still, Shiori had to step up and do something, less they end up standing here until the voices and shouts became loud enough to pop their eardrums. "You're all right. We need to leave, right now." She said, in a bit f a louder voice than usual as to make herself heard over the pained cries for help. She stepped outside the classroom and looked at the two hallways, a deep frown settling on her face. Follow Yoshida and deal with whatever dangers that may bring, or head towards the crying voices and no doubt end up in a sticky and unpleasant trap or ambush... She sighed, just like before there were no right or wrong choice, just two bad ones. The quesiton, though, which was the less bad one this time? Moving her gloved hand to her chin, she thought for a brief while, then turned back to the people still inside the classroom. "Kabetake, Hazama... It appears the voices want you to go to them. I think it'd be best if you two didn't go down that hallway." She said this blankly, as if it was a mere suggestion that she really didn't care if they listened to or not. She wasn't going to force anyone to take her advice, after all. "Rather, I'd suggest you two, since you got a weapon and can handle yourselves, go after Yoshida-san... Though-" She looked over at the quiet hallway. "... it might be good to be very, very careful. She didn't run away because she was scared, she wanted to gey away from us because of that boy." Her fill attention went back to the group... Aito, Akane, Reiko, Tsubasa and Shinobu. Her classmates, her friends, though some far more or far less so than others. Regardless of their interactions before though, they had all ended up here in this place together, and now - more than ever - they needed to trust and rely on each other. Because, it was painfully clear, that nobody - nobdoy[/i could escape, or even survive, this place alone. "I'm going to go investigae the voices." She then said, abruptly and calmly, with her usual poker-face in play. "I want to see who or what is calling for you two, and what might happen if you went yourselves." She turned around and took a few steps, her dark jacket swaying as she walked, but then she stopped and turned her head back so as to look over her shoulder. "It might actually be best if you all lwent to look for Yoshida and make sure she's alright. Coming with me means you'd have to stay quiet, and the more of use that go together, the harder that'd be." With that said, Shiori Mizuhana started off again, slowly making her way down the screaming hallway, with light steps. She had completely entered investigatory-mode, as some of her club members jokingly refered to it. It was a state in which their club prez discarded all thoughts and concerns for anything else but that which she was looking into. It was a rare state-of-mind sort of thing, where the girl exhibited skills in both sneaking, hiding and stalking, something the young girl had learned to do after years of practice and repeated failure and improvement. Of course, the skills of a human could not possibly compete with the supernatural beings of this place, but at least - hopefully - nothing would come out of the walls and she could check whetever this direction was actually safe or not. And hopefully, Tsubasa, Akane and all the rest, heeded her warning and jugement, for their own sake. Of course, Shiori had no intention of dying in vain either, if worse came to wear, she'd retreat back to this classroom or somewhere else if the opportunity arised. ... But she really wanted to know, if everything they heard and saw in this place was truly out to kill them, or if there were indeed any exceptions.	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,740	247	23	1,794	241	Tsubasa let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when Aito touched his shoulder. He didn't know the other boy, not really. His name and face and maybe a few words had been spoken between the two of them in the past, but then again that was how Tsubasa knew everyone, friendly but never too personal. Maybe it was the physical contact, the reminder that even though they were in whatever circle of hell this happened to be that they weren't alone, that made some of the tension leave his body. "Right, yeah. Of course they aren't real." You just have to calm down and think rationally, Tsubasa. Freaking out won't help at all. Telling himself that was all but useless. It wasn't going to make those horrible screams go away. Even if they weren't his brothers and sisters, they were still heart breaking. At the suggestion of leaving and finding somewhere safer, Tsubasa remembered the set of keys in his pocket. They were all but useless now, unless you wanted to stab someone with them. If the layout of this place could change on a whim like it did yesterday, they'd probably never get anywhere close to the club room ever again. All thoughts of being safe just because they were in a closed room went out the window when he looked over at the thing in the corner. It was heart breaking yet absolutely terrifying at the same time. He wanted to clean it up and tell it everything was going to be okay but at the same time wanted to smash it's head in with a baseball bat. It was those eyes, those black, seemingly soulless eyes. They sent shivers down his spine. From there, everything happened almost too. One second Shizune was doubling over in pain and the next she was out the door, horrify child right behind her. Tsubasa felt entirely helpless. What was she doing, going off on her own? Part of him wanted to run after her, tell her how stupid she was being, that strength in numbers was a very real thing, but the voices from the other hall kept him in place. “Wait,” he called out as Shiori left. No, splitting up like this was most certainly not the safe thing to do. No, they were like a team here and teams didn’t function when members left or closed themselves off from others. It just didn’t work. She wasn’t even armed. Neither of them were. Maybe he was a worrywart, his siblings would certainly accuse him of being one, but letting those two go off alone was as good as letting them die in his mind. Maybe he was crying just a little bit too, but that wasn’t important right now. He had to talk to the others before anything happened. “Listen,” Tsubasa said, turning back to the rest of the group. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to let anyone go anywhere alone. Hell, I don’t even think it was a good idea to let those two go off on their own, but we can’t change that now. But I also think that if we want to get both of them back, we’re going to have to split up.” Deep breaths “But you’ve all seen how this place changes. I’m afraid if we split up now, we’ll never get back to each other. For all we know, we could have already been permanently split off from the other two.” Put on a brave face Tsubasa. Like it’s a game and the other players don’t think they can win. The stakes are just a little bit higher. “But I don’t want to give up on them either. I just...I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to do, but I want everyone to stay alive.” It was moments like those that Tsubasa wished he was more intelligent. A more intelligent person would have come up with a plan, not just offer a shitty motivational speech. Tsubasa could be the heart, proud, motivational, supporting, but he couldn’t be a brain. A brain was what they needed right now. A brain would keep them alive.	Name: Hazama Tsubasa Age: 17 History: Tsubasa has lived in the area his entire life. His house has been passed down from generation to generation and is situated on some open land near the outskirts of town. At this point, it's not the most glamorous place to live, but it's huge. The fixtures and most of the appliances are old (save for the semi new stove that was bought after the last one stopped working and a new TV that was put in the main living area) and it could definitely use some work on the landscaping, but it's home. The size is a necessity too, considering Tsubasa has six brothers and sisters. Tsubasa himself is the oldest. Due to the lack of money to buy much more than necessities and a few nice presents for birthdays, from a young age Tsubasa has spent most of his time outdoors, exploring and cultivating a very active imagination. Apart from taking on the role of hero and defeating countless villains, one of his favorite things to do for as long as he could remember is play sports. It's not so much the act of play that intrigues him, but the group dynamic. And he's done just about it all. Soccer, Baseball, Basketball, Tennis; you name it and Tsubasa has probably tried it at least once. It started when he was young and he hasn't stopped since. From their the rest is pretty average. He's a good older brother and helps out his siblings when his parents can't. He progressed through school in an average manner. Since high school began, he's managed to stick to two clubs, the Volleyball team and Student Council (although he doesn't have any kind of important job in the latter). He desperately wishes he could have joined more, but he does like to have some kind of social life. Personality: Personable and pleasant are two fantastic words to describe Tsubasa. Outwardly, he's a ray of sunshine. He's the type of kid that's everyone's friend but no one's best friend. Lots of people know a little bit about Tsubasa, but very few know a lot about Tsubasa. He'll talk to anyone about anything. He's a bit flightly and goes from place to place and person to person on a whim. He also fits very well into a caring old brother role, which is second nature to him. Whether it's helping out his own family, the other members of his clubs, or his classmates, he's usually up for the job. Intelligent (at least in an academic sense) would not be the best word to describe Tsubasa. He does have to study to pass most tests and even then he doesn't do so with excellent marks. But his determination to at least get passable grades in school is one of the best showcases of just how determined he can be when he puts his mind to it. This determination is also a great indicator of how much he fears failure in anything he does. He doesn't have to be the best, having decided long ago that he's perfectly fine with being mediocre in some aspects of his life, but the thought of failure scares him. Tsubasa is an internalizer. He's fantastic at listening to other people and helping them out, but very rarely talks about his own problems. While his life is far from dark and he doesn't face the trials some of his classmates do, he does have his fair share of responsibility. Currently, he's the cornerstone of the team and has to balance practice, school work, his student council responsibilities, and his responsibilities at home. Sometimes those things get to him, although you'll never see him break down in public. On a similar not, once Tsubasa has decided that he wants to be your friend, or even just be around you for a time, it is near impossible to get rid of him. Ones best bet is to just deal with him until he moves onto the next person, because no amount of insults or sometimes even physical protest will get him to leave you alone. Oh, and he also has personal space issues. It's best to steer clear of him if you don't like people touching you. Quirks: -He always has an umbrella with him. -Has a habit of whistling while traveling from place to place. -Tends to disregard people's need for personal space. Likes: -Being Active. It doesn't necessarily have to be exercising but he can't stand just sitting around and not doing anything. -The rain -Peach flavored anything. -Feeling like he's being helpful. Dislikes: -Getting wet -The aforementioned not having anything to do. -Complete silence And here you go, have my happy go lucky baby that's probably just begging to get killed with a personality like that.
8,741	247	24	2,569	1,279	Nag...ata...Nagatani-san, you....wanted to know...our chances...right? Right...r-right now...it's z-zero...sorry... And the motivational speech of the year award went to...not the red-eyed girl. Reiko made a mental note that she really had to start remembering names. But before she could think to get the girl's name, she leapt up and bolted down the hall. The cliche-monster-kid followed her down the hall; one of two. Down one hall was red-eyes and that monster kid Reiko was liking less and less with each passing second. Down the other, further screams from children. They were getting too loud at this point, even by Reiko's standards. Right here in this unmarked classroom with her were other students. Choices, choices... "It might actually be best if you all went to look for Yoshida and make sure she's alright. Coming with me means you'd have to stay quiet, and the more of use that go together, the harder that'd be." "Guess I know where I'm going," Reiko spoke up to the girl who had said that, raising her voice to be heard over the screams as well. "I don't think I like you, just off first impressions and all, but try not to die down the hall. If you die, I'll find a way to bring you back just to beat you half to death." Then her attention turned to another student of note. Her fellow kendo club member, muffler-girl. Pointing at her with the shinai, Reiko said "You're with the kendo club, right? Follow me and keep close and calm. I can't risk something coming in here while my back's turned if it could kill somebody in my club. When we rescue...Yoshida, was it? When we rescue her, I'll also want your name. Got all that?"	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,742	247	25	2,219	592	Shinobu Resan --- And off she was, the self-proclaimed leader didn't even think twice about rushing out, the alienzombiehobochild following closely. And if that wasn't enough, those damn voices kept increasing in volume. Zero chance for survival? Well, in Shinobu's book that does not equal impossible! Having accepted the current circumstances and not allowing herself to go all emo again the green-hair opened her mouth, but as no one reacted she concluded those goddamn voices were in the way. This time, Shiori spoke up, suggesting something crazy as 'going alone'! Yeah, splitting up in those horror games she played always ended up the same way. "Tsubasa-kun is right! Splitting and ending up alone sets you right to the bad end route! Someone who is not Akane-chan and Tsubasa-kun should go with you! Also when meet up again we should agree on some sort of code to prove it is really us! Since time is ticking, let's just go with 'Meow Meow Nya'!" All the yelling was really annoying and Shino needed a moment of pause before continuing, alas, Reiko took the initiative, calling the "muffler-girl" out. Since Reiko was a person Shino looked up to, the thought of suggesting to follow Shiori never left her mind and instead she saluted. "Aye!" Still full of positivity, those voices would need to turn up their volume even more if they wanted to subdue Shinobu Resan!	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,743	247	26	1,390	1,432	Day 0 - Classroom ?-? At the sight of the gruesome, horror movie-esq child, Akane felt her legs give. Such a pitiful creature, and a child at though, how sad. Fear clutched Akane's head and she slowly shut her eyes and hummed, ever so slightly, hoping to drive the continuing screams from her mind. And then, the speaking started. Everyone deciding what to do, how to handle this situation, and honestly, it made her feel a bit relieved. But not entirely. Akane stared at the discussing group with worried eyes. Shizune had apparently run off, probably sometime between Akane closing her eyes and then re-opening them, and everyone was somewhat concerned about that. Shiori, or Prez, as Akane liked to call her, was curious about the source of the screams, and while Akane was much to afraid to investigate herself, this poker-faced girl seemed very ready to discover the reasons. Trouble, people were getting themselves in trouble, but Tsubasa was correct. It was safer to stay in a group. Shizune had mentioned the exact thing after waking up in this foreign land. So, she listened, taking in every detail of every person's words, and when the Prez finally vanished into the halls, towards the screaming children that were surely going to haunt Akane for a while, she stood. "If we do decide to split up after Prez and Yoshida-san, it's best that the ones who are armed and the ones who are capable of defending are devised fairly." Her eyes drifted over the group. Tsubasa had his bat, Reiko had her shinai, and Akane had courage in her skills. Reiko seemed very interested in saving Yoshida, as was Prez's request, and Shino was being asked to tag along with her as well. But Akane felt like Prez was going to get herself into danger, more so because Shizune had proven that she had a lot of knowledge on this realm. Still, both girls had been unarmed and possibly unskilled in any defensive arts. Akane, however, did not want to go down the screaming hall, mostly because her name had been uttered countless times already, but Prez was most likely in danger. Besides, what about Aito. He was unarmed, and while smart, cowardly, perhaps Akane should just tag along with him to make sure he was okay. But... But...! 'My head hurts.' Akane sighed, rubbing her temples slowly as the screams began to increase in volume. Shizune was already going to be helped by Reiko, but what about Prez. Yes, Prez. Even if it was the screaming hall, Prez was still... "I'm going after Yoshida-san." She finally stammered out, stepping forward. Fear, fear had taken hold. Fear of the screaming. Shizune's hall was quiet. Sorry, Prez. Sorry.	Name: Kabetake Akane Height: 176 cm/5'8 Weight: 55.9 kg/123 lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Pale brown Skin-tone: Fair/tan Clothes: Normally her school uniform. At home she dresses much more comfortably, wearing sweaters and slippers and sweats, and when she's out she enjoys showing off her legs, so skirts and shorts are a a constant. Age: 17 History: The first daughter of a single mother, Akane was taught the hardships of life at a young age. Her mother, a single, hard-working woman, was constantly in and out of the house, leaving her two daughters alone with half-cooked meals and an almost empty apartment. As a result, Akane grew up taking care of Beni, her younger sister. The two grew up together (thankfully, they were only a year apart so they rarely fought), alone, and by the time Akane turned fifteen she was finally fed up with her flake a mother. She got plenty of part-jobs, saved money, and finally moved into an even smaller apartment with her sister and a small bag of belongings in tow. Her high school life was ordinary, she had friends and enemies, even dated a few guys. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until, one day, when she was feeling rather distant and confused while waiting for her sister to come back from shopping, Akane simply took a safety pin and began poking holes in her ears. Beni came home to a bloodied sister, who was smiling wildly while trying on some of her old earrings. "Look, look! They fit now! Aren't I cool?" She would ask constantly, to which Beni would reply with a brief nod and a worried glance. To this day, Akane is still working many part time jobs, and is even more busy now that she is apart of the Karate club. Beni, who is now sixteen, has been coming home more and more to an empty home, but she doesn't mind. As long as her sister came home eventually everything was fine. Personality: Despite her heavily pierced ears and height, Akane appears to be a sweet, friendly girl, always wearing a wide smile while being surrounded by groups of people. While her nice, expressive face seems to be the pinnacle of teenage cheerfulness, Akane normally feels distant underneath the facade, and at times will feel rather alone and confused for no apparent reason. She has trouble discovering and speaking about her emotions, and often decides to rather listen then speak during conversations because she simply cannot get her point across. Easily flustered and annoyed, Akane has trouble dealing with compliments and other people bugging her. She will snap at others if she is upset, and might even resort to psychical violence if she is especially agitated. Her stubbornness also stands out more when she is angry, and if she were to be challenged in this state Akane will definitely not stand down. In classes, though she tries to pay attention, she is rather... Stupid. Tests are often failed and she normally tries to copy homework answers from her friends. However, that does not stop her from being very interested in reading. She especially loves ghost stories and Occult books. Akane is extremely motherly and loves to take care of others, but has trouble doing the same for herself. At times, Akane has forgotten to eat regularly, and is prone is illness and injury because she is so reckless. Extremely athletic, Akane spends most of her time with the Karate club, and can normally be found in the club room, practicing her stances or punches. Very empathetic, Akane will at times burst into tears for no reason, especially if she is talking to someone who is upset or frustrated. This empathy is much more similar to mood swings, though, as she will at times just cry or become angry just out of no where, but she doesn't exactly... Feel these emotions. They just so happen to appear through her face and body movements, while on the inside she is still very much distant. This has happened when she is alone too, strangely. Quirks: Being very motherly, Akane is often worrying about others and very often will go up to someone she barely knows and ask if they are alright. When uncomfortable she will play with her hair and scratch her arms and legs. Slight empathy. Sometimes stares off into space during conversations. Likes: + Cooking: While she isn't the best, Akane does enjoy cooking for other people, and has fun experimenting with dishes. + Karate: It keeps her fit and healthy, as well as teaches her how to defend herself. + Kabetake Beni: Akane adores her little sister, and will do anything for her, no matter what. The two share a very close bond and can often be found on weekends together, shopping or chit-chatting around town. They are only related by their mother, though, as they had two different 'fathers'. + Scary Anything: Akane loves to scare herself, and especially does so when reading or watching scary movies. + Spicy Things: Curry, candies, peppers, anything spicy is adored. + Books: Reading is one of Akane's favorite past times, and when she is feeling lonely or bored a book is never far behind. Dislikes: - Sweets: She cant handle sweet things, and absolutely hates having to bake or cook anything sweet as she views it as a hassle. - Classes (Especially Math): Enough said. School isn't Akane's strong point. - Being Alone: Akane has a complex of being alone, and becomes very depressed if she is left by herself for too long. - Bugs: Growing up in such a crappy apartment, she often saw cockroaches and spiders crawling across the floor at night, and this eventually turned into a slight phobia. - Talking to Others Deeply: Talking about feelings, crying in front of a friend, Akane simply cannot handle this. She has to be strong and protect others, and must not let it become the other way around. - Kabetake Hirono: Beni and Akane's birth mother, a well known stripper and odd-job worker who is constantly looking out for her daughters, though Akane's doesn't realize it. This flake makes Alane writhe in fury whenever she is mentioned or seen.
8,744	247	27	2,487	9,790	Aito turned to see what everyone else was looking at, the... kid, obviously, it was nothing close to one, but how else could he describe such a horrible spectre that took the form of a child? Due to the surprise, Aito fell over. He couldn't believe his eyes, was that thing for real? He couldn't talk, nothing would come out of his mouth. When the child-monster opened its mout, he closed his eyes, expecting something to happen. But, nothing happened, nothing at all. He let out a nervous laugh as he stood up. "Seems we shouldn't have worried so much about... it. It must be harmless and is just meant to scare us, yeah, that must be it." He said with way more confidence than someone in his situation should have. "Or, maybe, it is, I dunno, loading something or is calling another one in an ultrasonic frequence we can't hear, or..." He hit his mouth with his open palm after realizing he was spouting random, stupid bits and pieces of theories that formulated in his head. This time, not only would he be unnerved by his useless rambling, but everyone else too, and that wouldn't be helpful for them. Even so, all of his theories went directly down the toilet when Yoshida seemed to be aching of something. After hearing how nonexistant their opportunities of surviving were and watching the same girl who practically called him self-centered and selfish, run out the front doorin a selfish attempt to save her own life, Aito smiled nervously. "And here I though I WAS the selfish one." He was relieved to see the thing go after her. It seems that yet another girl decided to take one for the team. Even so, she was valuable, being the only one with some kind of idea regarding this world, it seemed wrong to just let her die, since her death, meant their death. Or at least, less chances of surviving. Had the ghostly boy just gone there to kill Yoshida Shizune, or at the very least, to separete her from the others? Sure seemed so, since he ran after her when she left. Maybe the world was alive and trying to kill them? Yeah, right, some crazy theory he formulated there. Even so, it wasn't something completely impossible, so he didn't cross it out as useless for now. When people started talking about going after Shizune and whatnot, Aito wanted to speak up, but he too wanted to go search for her. Without her, their information on this world would be limited, and thus, the probability of dying increased at least twice. Even so, Shizune didn't seem to know anything about the boy, so maybe that meant that the world was in constant evolution, searching for something to hurt every and each one of them? As more and more questions popped in Aito's head, the president of the P.O.I.R also decided to head out, but she went in the opposite direction Shizune took. "Great, just great, I really think I said that we shouldn't split up, but no one ever listens to me! God...." He quickly balanced things out in his head. Which would be the best course of action? Going after Shizune or after Shiori? A 'rescue team' for Shizune had already been formed, with the remaining girls following after her. That left him and Tsubasa. 'Oh, god. Akane went with them, didn't she?' He felt a chill go down his spine. But wait, this wasn't the time to be fearful, this time his life was on the line. Either he kept his fear at bay, or he will end up dead. He shook his head and finished his thinking on the situation. Right now, Shiori was all alone, and he already that the less people together, the less chances they'll have to survive. He went to the door too and before leaving, he turned to see Tsubasa. "Look, we have to go after the president. We need to ensure that we lose no more people, or the next ones to die will be us. Are you going to come or not, Hazama?" He didn't even let him answer, he dashed out of the classroom, aiming to reach Shiori as soon as he could. "President...! Mizuhana! Wait for me!" He shouted as he ran down the hallway. "If you go alone, you'll end up dead! And by consequence, many more of us will! Our strength is in numbers right now!" He was trying to reason with her, but he was also trying to block the voices coming from the hallway. They were scary. He was scared. But what else could he do? Lay down and die wasn't an option.	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,745	247	28	2,569	1,279	Reiko still didn't like this. Not the part that she was saving somebody, that was fine by her. No, what she didn't like was how this hallway was so quiet. Reiko never was one to enjoy silence. Checking to ensure that the kendo club girl was still behind her, Reiko spoke up with new orders for the girl. "I don't know what this kid monster is capable of. Seems like Yoshida doesn't know, either. We're at a total disadvantage; we don't even know what we're really up against. So let's get one thing clear." To make her point, Reiko stopped walking, and turned around to directly face her fellow club member. "I'm the president of your club. As a result, even though I usually fail to notice when I have to, it's part of my job as club president to make sure the members of the kendo club are all okay. Yoshida said we have no chance of surviving this hellhole, but even if I slack off a lot, I'm going to be a club president the right way. So if I say to run, you run." Reiko even flinched for a moment after saying that. Probably the realization that this person's life - at least for now - was in her hands. It was a lot more responsibility than being a club president. But she planned to hold up to it. "Got that? If I tell you to run away and leave me for dead, I expect your back to be the last thing I ever see. I'm not letting somebody in my club die on my watch. If we have no chance of making it out of here, I want to at least go down as a good club president. Take a moment and think about that. If you don't think you can leave me for dead when I say so, speak up right now. And I mean right now."	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,746	247	29	2,706	349	Unfortunately for Aito Shiba, all his yelling fell on deaf ears. Shiori was a ways ahead of him and where she was at the time when he started screaming, the voices from beyond the corridor were so loud and obnoxious that she became deaf to all other sounds. In fact, you could have probably dropped a piano straight next to her, and she wouldn't have been able to hear it - that's how loud and intense these shouting children and their plaintive cries were. Still, when the giant mirror which blocked the entire path ahead, made itself apparent, Shiori stopped dead in her tracks and simply stared at it. She raised her gloved hand to her chin and stood there, amidst the shrieks of terror, staring at the polished surface. It was horribly out of place - compared to the sbuilding interior around them, which was crumbling, dusty and dirty, this mirror on the other hand was pristine and well cared for, almost as if straight out of a plastic wrapper. To say it was suspicious would be an understatement, and for that reason the POIR Preesident keppt some distance between herself and the reflective surface that blocked her path. Still, something odd began to happen as she stood there and looked into it. Her own reflection slowly faded away, and was instead replaced by another... No, two others' visage. "... Impossible." She stared, dumbfounded and surprised. In the mirror, the two figures that had taken her place, were her parents. Her father, Keita and her mother Honoka. They were standing there, in the reflective mirrored world, crying and calling. She couldn't hear what they were yelling, but she could see their lips move and tears stream down their eyes. Her mother was cupping her hands infront of her mouth, as if trying to hold back a choking sob and her father was vigorously yelling with all of his might - that's what it looked like. "... I'm... here..." She said to nobody in particular, perhaps to the two in the mirror? But due to the sries from beyond said thing, nobody could likely hear it. She took a step closer. It was hert-wrenching and horrible to see her parents like this. Were they crying for her? Because she was gone? She stepped closer. Don't cry. I'm right here. The thoughts repeated in her head, and she stepped closer again... And then again... And again. She was now almost right up at the mirror, so close she could just reach out and touch it. But she stopped. And then she smiled, while hear head slumped and a shadow came across her eyes. "... Such an obvious lie." She almost laughed the words. "There's no way my parents would show such pathetic faces!" She told the mirror with an uncharacteristically loud voice. As she told the mirror this, the visions of her parents faded - as if ripples on a lake that dispersed into nothing - and were instead replaced by several, ethereal and see-through hands coming straight for her, right out of the mirror! Shiori gasped in surprise and she stumbled backwards, caught off-guard by the sudden attack. Although three of the hands missed, the fourth one grabed hold off her necktie! The red fabric became taut and was yanked back towards the mirror, the other hands quickly groping and latching onto it as well! Snip. "Ungh...! Heh, too bad." The president let out a strained gasp of air and a defiant chuckle as she fell back on her butt, while the hands flew back into the mirror with her necktie. "If that'd been a real tie, you might've strangled and gotten me. But all schools use the snap-on, velcro ties for just thesee sorts of occasions." The hands retreated back into the mirror with her tie, flailing it wildly and ripping at it greedily. And then, just as soon as they had appeared, once they were back in the mirror, they vanished - completely, as if they'd never been there to begin with. The president sat there on the dirty floor for a bit, breathing quick, short breaths - startled and unsettled. Just what would have happened if those things had actually gotten hold off her? Would they have strangled her? Would they have smashed her into the mirror? Would they have pulled her into the mirror, like with her tie? She shivered at the possibilities. But one thing was for certain; Staying away from polished surfaces in the future was a good way to keep from being grabbed by surprise. A valuable bit of information no doubt! Standing back up, she dusted her miniskirt off and looked around, only just now noticing the figure of her club-member and classmate come running down the hall. As he approached, she had a scowl on her face and a hard, icey glare. However, she did not attempt to shout or talk - the overwhelming noise from the cries beyond the mirror made any attempt at vocal communication impossible. Either body-language or written messages would have to be used if you wanted to say anything here. .... And for that same reason, Shiori reached into her purse and withdrew a notepad and a pen. She also made sure to back away further from the mirror. For while it seemed that the ghostly hands could only reach as far as a grown man's arm-length, it would be silly to take unnecessary risks.	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,747	247	30	2,219	592	Luckily for her, as they walked down the hallway the voices became gradually weaker and weaker to the point there could be discarded as ambience. Since both of them were rather silent, Shinobu used this time to think deeply about their situation, silently murmuring her thoughts out aloud the girl made actually quite a lot of video game references and possibilities to herself, nothing that Reiko seemed to care about though. However, as they suddenly came to a halt Shinobi nearly crashed into the other girl, luckily she could stop herself. Listening to the Shinai wearing girls request the green haired girl urged to move on (by simply, and slowly, continuing to walk) while answering. "No way I would abandon anyone, we gonna survive this, i'd rather have a bad living Senpai than a good dead one! Despite, being alone decreases the survival-chance from zero to impossible!" Saying that Shinobu added a. "Oohh, look!" Pointing towards a door that was finally coming into sight-view.	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,748	247	31	2,569	1,279	No way I would abandon anyone, we gonna survive this, i'd rather have a bad living Senpai than a good dead one! Despite, being alone decreases the survival-chance from zero to impossible! "Then you'd better not die," Reiko replied, picking up her pace to put herself in front of the muffler girl again. Reiko wasn't about to let herself be held responsible for a human being's death. Sure, she'd had her fair share of beating the hell out of people, but never did she actually kill someone. Somebody taking a beating and somebody dying were two entirely different things. If Reiko didn't know that already, yesterday would have taught her quite well. Then the girl pointed out a door that was drawing near. No doubt Yoshida and her assailant were behind it. She didn't hear anything on the other side, but that didn't surprise her. The only one who had seemed to hear the kid-monster before was Yoshida. Still, this was it. Behind here. "Don't die," Reiko repeated. Setting her hand on the doorknob and hesitating for merely a moment, Reiko turned it and pushed the door open. At least now she knew why she couldn't hear the kid-monster now, even if she couldn't before. Seemed that Yoshida was able to take it down on her own, but she didn't look to be in good shape. Keeping her shinai in her hands just to be sure, Reiko looked right at Yoshida. "You alright?"	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,749	247	32	2,487	9,790	If Shizune heard Reiko's voice, she didn't show any signs of it. She continued to stare at the doorway, red eyes shining with need and want. They were just moving shapes to her now...pulsing...beating...flowing...too much...it was too much...too much! With an inhuman shriek, Shizune leapt up onto all fours and launched herself at the nearest body, landing on top of them. Pinning the struggling form down with her weight alone, she reared back her head to strike. It shined brightly in the low light, gleaming in an unnatural tint. Everyone had seen it as clear as day. Just as they were about to witness the death of another. Fangs. Shizune bit down on the neck, her teeth penetrating the flesh to rip a new opening. Then she drank her fill. The one underneath her let out choked garbles as they struggled in vain to escape. Struggles that soon became weaker and weaker as the life continued to be drained out of them. It was over in mere seconds. Gasping, Shizune separated her grip and rolled off the form, panting and coughing violently, taking the time to wipe spare droplets of blood off of her lips. Sitting up, she began to recognize her surroundings once more as her vision cleared up. Shinobu....Reiko....and... Cold fear shot through her spine, and Shizune turned to look at the body before her. Lifeless. Limp. Dead. "No.....no, no, no, no!" Shizune backed off, trying to put as much distance between her and the new corpse. She looked at Reiko, the only one with a weapon, with scared eyes. She had seen it all. "I...I-I didn't mean to...I only wanted enough for...no...I didn't w-want to..." Whatever confidence Shizune had prior was shattered now as a new form of trembling overtook her. Shiori....where was Shiori...she would understand...she had to! And that's when she finally noticed it. The screams of the children had ceased into nothingness. As if sated that blood had finally been drawn. The first real kill. Dealt by Shizune herself. "K...K-K....Kabetake!"	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,750	247	33	2,569	1,279	It was all too fast. Big surprise there. Ever since she'd gotten here, Reiko felt like everything was somehow faster than her. But that was just the beginning. That didn't begin to describe what was happening in front of her. The sights. The sounds. That girl whose name she didn't even know, having her throat ripped open and dying from blood loss. Yoshida, who did it to begin with. Miss "Keep Everyone Alive" had just killed this person, when she herself was the one trying to protect everyone. Reiko didn't even know the girl's name. Between yesterday and earlier today, Reiko had seen some shit. But this? But this? If the expression on Reiko's face was any indicator, she wasn't about to let this slide. Reiko's expression looked as though she could literally begin spewing flames any moment. The rapid twitching of her arms didn't make her look any calmer. "No.....no, no, no, no!" "Y-Y...You..." She could feel her heart pounding. Slamming, more like. It felt as though it could burst out of her chest and self-destruct at any moment. Staring Yoshida down, Reiko couldn't even get her words straight. She couldn't even straighten out her thoughts. She was having a difficult time pinpointing just how she felt right now. Was she angry? Sad? Grieving? All three? Whatever she was, Reiko and anybody who could have seen her would know right away that whatever feelings were coursing through her, they weren't good ones. Bursting forth with the words as though they were flames, Reiko finally shouted "You killed her!" Now she was talking. Now she was at least able to recognize part of what she was feeling. That all-too-familiar rush of adrenaline. It only intensified her rage. Setting her shinai down - or rather, violently throwing it past Yoshida - Reiko began approaching the girl and the corpse, making extra certain to crack every knuckle she had. "You'd better thank your lucky stars that shinai ain't actually a katana," Reiko started. Each word packed intensity, each syllable almost tangibly venomous. "If it were, I'd have loved to end your miserable existence. That'd be a fair punishment, right? For a murderer like you?" At this point, Reiko was standing directly over Yoshida. "Get up. On your feet, worm. You just ripped open the throat of a living, breathing human being, and drank their blood like some kind of monster." "I...I-I didn't mean to...I only wanted enough for...no...I didn't w-want to..." "No excuses!" Gripping the sides of the doorway to cut off Yoshida's exit tight enough for her knuckles to go white, Reiko continued "You're not going anywhere until you tell me everything I could ever want to know about this hellhole. And I. Mean. Everything." Not moving an inch, Reiko finished "Well? Out with it. Or you could always just kill me, too. Since for someone concerned with protecting us, you take so much care to not rip our throats open when we're trying to rescue you."	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,751	247	34	1,129	1,908	Before the Loss of Light: The dismissal bell rang throughout the halls of the school, signaling the end of the day. The teacher quickly finished up with his lesson and shouted a reminder at his pupils to finish their homework. Kaku slumped over in his seat and rested on his elbow, staring blankly at the reality beyond the windows. Students were either making their way home or rushing to club meetings. Those who were leaving for their abodes either traveled alone or in small groups, conversing about their school day or other boring subjects. People who were committed to a sport jogged around the grounds with their teammates, reciting motivational songs and cheers to pass the time. The sun glowed orange in the sky, behind it was a canvas of mixed bright colors and smudges of gray. Yet another ordinary day came to a close, nothing notable by Kaku’s standards had occurred today. The headphones which sat firmly on his scalp blared music into his ears. Recently, he has developed an addiction for OSTs, mostly from animes forced upon him by a certain fellow club member. Within the POIR, Kaku was more of an assistant than a researcher. He never had the initiative to pursue his own subject, instead, he lends a helping hand as an analyst. Speaking of the club, somebody in the congregation wanted him to take notes on a certain entity, but he was unable to remember what the name of it was. Kaku made a shrug at the thought and let out a loud yawn. By this point, his classmates had vacated the room, so there was no need to excuse himself for making such a gesture. Was this how he would continue his last year of high school? Gazing at the setting sun, contemplating his current social standings and his future. After twenty more minutes passed, the boy decided to rise from his seat and proceed to the club room. Waiting for him was a comfortable couch and a coffee machine, along with a handful of lively students, who were deeply enthralled by their studies. He stopped the music and slid the headphones around his neck, then grabbed his carrier bag. As he was about to depart, the ground began to shake erratically. Realization slowly came over him, his eyes widened as the earthquake continued on with its destructive shakes. Kaku lost his footing and stumbled forward, catching himself with his hands. The lights flickered and turned off, the illumination matched that of outside. Screams of panic echoed from outside, he was able to hear car horns from the local town. Kaku leaned on his side, hoping the floor wouldn’t give way beneath him. ”Can’t make my way to the club room now. The city must be hell at the moment.” Suddenly, the sounds and the shaking came to a complete stop. It was utter silence, everything had come to a halt. Then, almost instantly, darkness engulfed the school, disrupting any travel of light to the ground. He was unable to see even a centimeter ahead of him, though his eyes were still wide open. While attempting to get up, a sudden wave of nausea came over him. Kaku was sprawled out on the floor, lost in a deep sleep. Day 1: ”Man, I feel like shit. What happened?” Kaku muttered as he regained consciousness. The massive headache and sore body wasn’t helping to relieve the pain. As he slowly regained his senses, he noticed his right hand was in a liquid. It was sticky, almost a paste, and it reeked of iron. His eyes opened a sliver to see what exactly was covering his hand. What he saw was an unnerving sight. The substance was a hue of dark red on the verge of black, a puddle of it laid before Kaku. As he got a better look of the situation, it turned out his whole entire arm was doused in the stuff. His eyes widened as he realized what he was partially covered in. ”Blood?!” He quickly shot up out of surprise and slammed his head into the bottom of a desk. He felt a numbing pain course through his spine, but too much adrenaline through his veins for it to hurt that much. His fingers fumbled while trying to undo the buttons, as his mind wasn’t in the calmest state at the moment. The second the last button was undone, the student threw his overly expensive jacket across the room, blood splattered on its impact. ”What the he-” An attempt at a sentence was cut off as light of the same color poured through the window. Only now was the student able to visually intake the current state of the room. A mixture of dust, grime and blood coated the walls and window sills. The desks had been turned over, and looked like they hadn’t been used in ages, as the wood which made them up was now rotting. A glance at the outside confused the student even more. The sky lacked a sun, in its place was an endless plain of butts. No longer was an urban terrain in front of the school, now the whole entire establishment was surrounded by a forest. He was unable to put together an explanation with the facts he had written down in his mind. All he could muster was curses under his breath, resting his head in his clean hand. After a few minutes of silence, Kaku was able to compose an acceptable facade. Whatever he was in, it was definitely not a lucid dream, it was too realistic to be a creation of his imagination. There would be no waking up from this nightmare. As first order of business, Kaku decided to make his way to the bathroom. He stepped out into the hallway, which was even darker than the barely illuminated classroom. While using his phone as a light, he proceeded towards the bathroom. ”I hope I am the only one in this hellhole. I wouldn’t want for any of the others to get stuck in here. Not even any of the students I despise deserve to be thrown into this prison.” Kaku shined his light on the blue symbol, representing a male individual. The student proceeded into the bathroom and sprinted to the sinks. After propping up his phone to focus the light on the mirror, he placed his hand on the nozzle. As Kaku turned it, a sigh of relief escaped his mouth as clean water flowed from the sink. A nice twist would be that the liquid would be mixed with gasoline, making it a constant combustible source. Fortunately, Kaku did not smell anything of the sort originating from the faucet. When he finished drying off his hand, something caught bright caught his eye. Sticking out of the mirror was a group of perfectly white teeth, pristine enough to reflect the light from his phone. A black mist seeped from the crevices between each tooth, the glass was perfectly molded around the grouping. The congregation of teeth turned into the grin, moving the glass with it. Kaku couldn’t even comprehend how many laws of physics these dental masterpieces had just broke. The student took a step back, completely speechless. More groups of teeth slowly phased out of the glass, just barely poking from the surface. Faceless grins covered the mirror, the fog oozed from the cracks and traveled to a space in the middle of the pane. The final product was a vague phrase; Your friends will be tasty The student grabbed his phone and retreated from the room, as he had no intentions of sticking around. ”NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE” Kaku shouted as he ran as fast as he could from the whole entire area. ”That confirms my suspicions, the others are here. I’m useless on my own. I wonder how they have been. How long have I been asleep?” Every question he asked himself split off into their own subcategories, and continued on from there. Out of all of it, he was only able to audibly muster one phrase; “Wait. What the legitimate fuck is happening?” The query was simple and straight to the point. Kaku continued down the hallway, listening to his footsteps echo repeatedly. A sudden scream from down the hall broke the silence, followed by the shrill cries of what sounded like toddlers. He threw his headphones on and heavily press onto them in an attempt to reduce the sound. With his eyes barely open, the student sprinted down the hall, until he slammed face first into a surface, stopping his blind assault. As his eyes shot upon, an appendage flew at him, causing him to jump back a meter. Once he was out of the range, he shined his light on the source of the hand. Kaku was facing a mirror, which reflected an image of him sitting on his rear next to another person. She would almost be as tall as Kaku if he was standing up. He nearly labled it as another hostile entity, until he noticed the distinguishable violet-white hair. Shiori was known for staying calm and collected, even now she was taking notes of the extraordinary mirror. He let out a sigh and looked up at the fellow human being; ”Pres? Even though I wouldn’t have been able to hear any of your warnings over my frantic shouting, you could’ve at least stiff armed me." He spoke in short phrases, trying to get out as many words with each miniscule breath. "I’m sure you have a better understanding of what is going on than me.” Kaku tried to moderate his breath, as he was worn out from the running. Another male voice echoed throughout the halls, the contents of his words sounded similar to whatever Kaku was just spewing. ”...And there’s Aito-san.”	Name: Kakusareta Shunjun (Kaku for short) Age: 17 History: Kakusareta Shunjun was born to a lower-middle class family, his mother and father both worked extensively in their fields to assure his education would be secured. At an early age, the boy was not aware of the extraneous work his parents put themselves through, for his sake. They ate breakfast hours before he stirred, almost empty coffee cups and plates covered in bread crumbles sat in their place. Whatever his parents’ line of work was, it was not of his concern, nor was he old enough to care. The man had mentally broken himself, overworked beyond the brink of repair. All that remained was a shadow of the hardworking individual he used to be. The doctor told Kaku and his mother that he would be permanently hospitalized, as the tumor within his brain had been given more than enough time to form. It was a miracle that the man was still alive. Even at the age of fourteen, Kaku fully acknowledged the cons of this recent development. On a logical standpoint, the amount of income for the Shunjun family had lowered dramatically,only his mother supported the two. Also, a majority of his mother’s cold, hard cash would go to cover hospital expenses. But what angered Kaku the most, was the fact that he could do absolutely nothing to improve his current situation. He was at fate’s disposal, a playtoy of its malicious intent. Though his father was stabilized, his days left on this planet were numbered. A few months later, the man had passed. After him he left a widow who was barely ever present, and a child, a cowardly lone wolf. After the Shunjun family moved to a new area, at the age of seventeen, Kaku transferred to the local school, Hideki High School. A blank slate, unsoiled and pure, unlike his former lifestyle. He found sanctuary within music, audible art which calmed him. During the beginning of the school year, he had made barely any progress with any social encounters. Most of the time they were cut short by a lack of conversation topics, or a class had started in the midst of it. Though he didn’t talk as much, having a few people to back you up wasn’t that bad of an idea. In the end, he decided to join a club, a congregation of people who share the same interests. The only one which caught his eye was the Paranormal and Occult Investigation and Research club. Personality: Kaku personally finds haven in music, though there are multiple ways to shut out the surrounding world, he finds it the most efficient and enjoyable option. He only places trust in a certain few, a small circle of friends he has managed to congregate, each selected through the overwhelming amount of students. The boy tries to keep his personal life to himself and completely focus on school-related subjects. At times, he tends to let slivers of his past slip through his lips. Kaku despises the idea of lacking knowledge on a topic or conversation, as it gives those who are more informed than he an edge. He despises surprises and unexpected twists, as he tends to be ill-prepared when the situations dawns on him. His disability to grasp anything at a normal rate angers him, Kaku laments that there is no way to work around such a problem. All in all, Kaku thinks of himself as the epitome of cowardice, as he never attempts to approach anything head-on, even if it seems like a meager task. In his opinion, his mere presence in the POIR is contradictory. Perhaps the vague ideal that his logical deduction is an asset to the club, something that reassures him. He is subconsciously attached to the club, and his inability to nail down a legitimate reason antagonizes him the bone. Somehow he manages to pull himself through such a boundary, and continue on as a member of the small community. Quirks: Tends to stray away from others and be surprised easily. His normal blank expression can easily change within a few seconds, as Kaku has a slow reaction time. Likes: -EDM -Coffee -Cold temperatures Dislikes: -Pop and rap music -Summer -Uninformed individuals -Surprises -Cliques Personality and Bio should be up soon-ish. Review any aspects which are currently present. Personality is up. Bio will be up tomorrow. All finished. Gonna grab a cup of coffee.
8,752	247	35	2,219	592	And it was happening, again, someone was getting killed in front of Shinobu's eyes. It wasn't such a monstrous view compared to the day before, but the fact that the perpetrator was no one else but the girl who swore to protect them, and compared to the red hair Akane was even closer to Shino. Still, angst had taken hold of Shinobu and all she could watch was as their saviour feasted upon the karate girl like some kind of vampire. No! Shino wanted to help, but she couldn't move. She didn't want to lose another person. Why? Why was she so weak? What if they would be the next victims? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! She wanted to yell, but even her voice wouldn't come out and tears started to roll down her soft cheeks. And then, the evil deed was done, and as if Reiko had been put under a similiar curse as Shino, they were finally able to react properly. A Shinai got thrown, words exchanged, Shino didn't care, no, the green-hair immediately rushed towards the new corpse. "Akane-chan! Akane-chan!" Her tears not stopping she kneeled besides her, gently shaking the drained body. "Hey! Wake up! Please! You are not dead, right? C'mon, 'Just a flesh wound.'...Hey!...Hey!...Please..." As her voice grew more silent, she violently shot her balled fist towards the ground, hurting herself more than the cursed floor. Why? Again, why was this happening? And why was their friend the one who just attacked them? Was she under some influence? A fake? Maybe this was HER hunting ground? Was she even human? Why couldn't she protect Akane-chan? Why was she so weak? So goddamn weak? No...she couldn't lose faith in her believes...but still... . Still sobbing, Shinobu closed the eyes of the corpse before fixating on the thrown Shinai, proceeding to move towards it and pick it up.	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,753	247	36	2,706	349	While Shiori was waiting for Aito to come down the hall and - inevitably - spout his nonsense and non-coherent and unrelated tidbits of factoids around, she was surprised to see another figure beat the aforementioned boy to it. Instead, this new person decided that a good cause of action was to try and ram the large, corridor-spanning mirror. Indeed, in most cases, a forehead-first-frontal-charge would no doubt have been enough to shattter any mirror back in the real world, or at least cause some serious cracks to appear in it. Unfortunately, the mirror in this hallway was either made out of indestructium, or was just incredibly thick, for the boy's attack had no effect other than to cause him to fall butt-first onto the ground. Taking a step in the direction of the new arrival, Shiori was about to reach out and clutch as his collar - seeing as the ghostly hands were stretching out to get him. Luckily, the guy had reflexes like a mongoose and was able to scoot backwards just in time to avoid being sexually molested by the reflective surface. As he stood and looked over in her direction, Shiori was surprised to see that it was none other than Kaku, another member of the POIR club. He was starting to speak and say things, barely visible in the outrageously poor lighting, but it didn't matter. The screams of the children beyond the mirror were still overpowering anything and everything and Shiori could only hear bits and pieces of what Kaku was trying to get across - though it was obvious he was displeased. For good reasons. At this point, Aito also finally joined the scene, stopping next to the president and his fellow club-member. He too looked like he was saying things and gesturing with his hands - although, as before, it was to no avail. Getting a mental migraine from the idea that both of these dullards thought she would be able to hear them over the screams, she turned her attention to the small notepad in her hand. Holding up to her face, she scribbled onto it with the pen she had gotten out earlier. Once having written a few notes and pages, she stored the pen away in one of her pockets and turned the note towards the two boys. She also held up her cell phone, using it to cast light on the notepad so that they could both read it. Shiori's handwriting was clear and easy to read, and the characters were written with simple, but extremely functional, lines. The notes began: 'You both realize I can't hear a word you're saying, right?' Page-flip. 'This mirror is dangerous, don't get close to it.' She flipped the page again. 'You probably noticed it too, Kaku, but the mirror will try to grab you. It got my necktie earlier. I was careless.' Another flip. 'In any case, I looked around but there's no way around the mirror here. We should go back.' That was the final page. She looked at them with her straight, blank poker-face, waiting for confirmation in the form of a nod or something. However, only after having done this did Shiori realize something. There was another figure here. And it was standing infront of the mirror, looking into it. Her eyes grew wide and a cold sweat broke out across her neck. Standing before the mirror was Tsubasa-kun, a baseball bat limply dangling in his arm as he stared, with a glazed look to his eyes, into the surface before him. No doubt, just like Shiori, he too was seeing something in the mirror that wasn't there - an illusion to draw you close. Knowing full well what could happen, the club president pushed past Aito and Kaku, running at Tsubasa as fast as she could and - just like Resan-san before - tried to tackle him to the floor. Sadly, Tsubasa's stature and weight gave him an incredible advantage over Shiori's slender form and light mass, and the tall boy didn't even budge when she impacted against his side. She pulled on his arm, desperate to get him away from the mirror, but he didn't move. Or wait... He did... Had he noticed? He was looking at her. His lips were moving, he was saying something. What? She couldn't hear. His eyes were still hazy though, just what was he do- Whack! Shiori let out a pained yelp as she flew back towards Kaku and Aito, landing on the ground on her side, clutching at her upper left arm. Tsubasa was standing where he had been, but the arm he had the bat in was raised and bent. He had struck her! He had batted her away because she had tried to stop him. But why? Just what was he seeing in that blank surface that would cause the normally docile, friendly and gentle Tsubasa to willingly strike one of his classmates? And with a bat no less! As she tried to wrap her mind around it, as well as get back up, Shiori looked on in horror and tried to shout, but couldn't make her voice heard. The ghostly arms reached out of the mirror again, and clasped onto Tsubasa's leg, then his arm, his pants and his shirt. With a violent tug, they pulled him against the surface and the impact caused him to drop his bat, as well as regain the normal light to his eyes. Hwever, it was too late! More arms extended and grabbed hold of him, latching around his throat and shoulders, his forearms and chest. And then... They pulled him into the mirror. The sight was so surreal you could have sworn it was a trick or some kind of CGI-animation. To see a person pass through a solid surface as if it was water, with no sound or no ripples or other effects was... unnerving and bizarre, to say the least. Shiori sat on the floor, staring at where Tsubasa had been. But wait... What... What the hell!? He was there, but... On the other side?! He was inside the mirror!? She stood. Her mind raced. Tsubasa was, quite frankly, standing in the mirror now, looking back at them. He was holding his hands up to his mouth, shouting something, but no sound was heard. He waved his arms, trying to see if they could see him. Just what was going on here?	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,754	247	37	2,487	9,790	Shizune visibly flinched at the harsh words thrown at her. Reiko was right. She was a monster. But she wanted to help! She had to help them! Gritting her teeth-no, her fangs-Shizune looked Reiko in the face and slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry. I really am. I....I don't know what happened. I couldn't control myself..." Her confidence fading, the red eyed girl tried to turn away and began fidgeting in place. She felt like a little girl being scolded by her parents or the principal. Her gaze flitted over to Shinobu, and the muffler girl cradled Akane's still corpse. Why did it matter? She would just...no. There were enough secrets exposed for one day. "Shinobu.....please I-I...well it must have been that gray child! That's never happened before..." She spoke as if confirming it only to herself. Right. They had to get out of here now. Back to business. "Reiko. Please, we have to find Shiori! She'll...she understand! She'll help you. She can help me." Shizune pleaded to Reiko to at least have the P.O.I.R president hear her out." A pause. Followed by a heavy sigh. "Right. I guess you should know the truth then....I...I am....." She kept her gaze to the ground, genuinely afraid of what their reactions would be. "I'm a vampire."	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,755	247	38	1,129	1,908	Where does the Mirror go? Kaku stood up with a groan and patted himself down, surprised he was able to retreat at such a rate from the arms. The image of the appendages was still burned in his mind; a ghostly arm with a translucent hand, all of its fingers reaching for something to get a hold of. In the student's reality, such a thing wouldn't even exist, as the limbs were able to launch themselves through a solid material. Unfortunately for them, this world was genocidal to common sense and logic. It would succeed in trying the unexpected, and can bring one’s worst fears to life. ”This world is basically a giant screw you to any form of reason." He muttered under his breath as he straightened out his back. The constant screaming, originating from the back of the mirror wasn't helping him clear his mind. The boy spun himself around when he heard the quick tapping of feet coming from down the hall. Whatever the source of it was, it was approaching the two at an alarming rate. Kaku’s hand rushed down into his shirt's pen pocket and whipped out his phone, shining the light in the direction of the footsteps. Had another malicious entity approaching them, Kaku squinted his eyes, trying to spot their possible demise. As it got closer, he noticed a voice was accompanying it. ”Wait a second…” He recognized the voice and shook his head; dashing towards them was Aito, shouting up a storm. ”He did stop screaming for a few minutes, wasn’t sure whether it was him running at us” The student thought to himself as the only other male in the club stopped before them, panting like a dog, shouting curses and gripes of his experiences. ”At least you had the right idea to stop. I charged head first into that.” He motioned the light towards the mirror taking up the entire hallway, built into the walls. ”Hey Pres, wha-” Kaku was cut off as a notepad was shoved towards both of them, on it was finely writ characters. Kaku guessed the cause of Shiori’s inability to hear was the screams from before. He had followed those very shrill cries, though they barely had an effect on him, as he had only heard them from a distance. He couldn’t even fathom how ear-shattering it must have been to be in the midst of such a sound, how she was able to keep such a straight face was a mystery. With a glance of Haru’s expression, he seemed to have been extremely surprised by this news, disbelief floated in his eyes. To people who hadn’t experienced it, it’s a hard concept to wrap your head around. ”Though, the appendages are somewhat slow. I’ve got a few suspicions on how they operate and capture their prey.” Kaku shined his phone over his shoulder, giving Aito a full look of the mirror. He stared at the dust-covered ground for a few moments, congregating his thoughts. ”Anyways, I agree with the proposal of getting the hell away from this thing. Let’s go.” Looking back up, he realized Aito was still staring at the mirror. It was just an oversized mirror, nothing captivating about it. Then the student realized that Shiori had her fixated in the same direction. Kaku raised an eyebrow and turned around to see what was taking up their attention. He stepped back in astonishment at what his eyes saw. There was another figure standing in front of the mirror, much taller than all of them. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he was able to confirm the identity of the individual. A few meters away from them was Hazama Tsubasa, a member of multiple sports teams and the student council. Kaku had been forced to watch a few of his games, his tall phisyche was easily distinguishable. But, Tsubasa’s fight wasn’t over just yet. On the other side of the mirror was him, still holding onto dear life. Kaku was surprised by the student’s willpower and let out a sigh of relief, though he was still trapped behind the pane of glass. He fully took in the seen and put the facts together in his head, trying to piece together a solution. He wasn’t sure whether the president could hear at the moment, so it seemed the only form of communication was through written word. With a few taps on the screen, Kaku had composed a small phrase; I might have an idea. I’ll have a quick conversation with Tsubasa-san. He showed the other to the screen then approached the mirror, staying at least keeping a meter’s distance. From the looks of it, Tsubasa was able to see onto their side as well, which made this even more complex. It seemed the appendages which popped out of the reflective surface were embedded within the middle, between the two sides. He raised the phone up so that Tsubasa could completely see the text on the screen. Don’t worry, Tsubasa-san. We will get you out of this alive, trust me. But before we attempt anything, I need to quickly confirm with you, can you see us? I just need a nod, and if you can’t, then you will obviously keep shouting and banging on the glass. The boy’s eyes scanned over the screen and gave a nod of confirmation, Kaku then proceeded to type another message and placed the phone over his shoulder. This will be a tad risky. Aito-san, if they manage to defy my guess, then yank me away. If I’m too far gone, then just leave me. He faced the tall student and typed another message to him; If I get stuck in there with you, I’m going to strangle you with these headphones. Alright? It was obviously an empty threat, in all honesty, Tsubasa was half a foot taller than Kaku, and could easily deck him. Though, the student perceived it as an honest promise, Kaku tapped on his phone and showed him the message without a second to lose; Just kidding. With that, Kaku undid his tie and clumped it up in his left hand, sighing deeply. ”They took her tie and just let her be? Either these appendages have quite the fetish, or there’s something else to them.” The student took a running start and leaped at the bat, reaching as far as he could. He landed on his feet and quickly snatched up the bat, the almost silent sound of muscle movement flew towards him. With a motion to his behind, he knocked away a lone arm. Unfortunately, Kaku wasn’t as anatomically strong to behind with, and a one-handed strike with a blunt weapon, in a reverse movement, would barely leave even a bruise. Other appendages phased out of the mirror at an alarming speed, Kaku was fully aware of his disadvantage. As a last ditch effort, he tossed his overly expensive tie at the group of limbs, hoping his suspicions were correct. When one caught the finely knit piece of attire, the other arms, as if it was on instinct, swarmed the neckwear and pulled it back towards their origin. Meanwhile, the student quickly booked it away, back to the other members, out of breath. Once he calmed down, he managed to type another phrase on the phone, which took him at least a minute; Well, that was some amazing luck. When Pres mentioned they only took her tie, they could have easily continued to attack her en masse. But, they lack any way to visibly intake information, and can only act upon the sense of feel and instinct. Once one of them acquire a grip on something, the others instantly assist, to secure their prey. Now, either than almost been felt up by those things, we still have a classmate trapped in there. But, here’s the catch. He could be within the mirror, or he could be on a completely different side. Those arms must go somewhere, right? There’s a space between the mirror, in which the limbs take refuge. A space which defies what we see as filled, but they are able to use some sort of loophole. If we were to shatter the glass, we could either save him, or end his life within a second. It’s a gamble. I’m not sure whether he can even tell where he is at the moment. Aito-san, you’re the most physically capable out of all of us. A piece of advice, friend. Take off anything that you can get stuck on, and that they can latch onto. I can pull you back if need be. By this time, Kaku had already lost his tie and jacket, all that was left was the dress shirt and his khakis. He flipped the bat in his hand and placed the tip in his hand, then pointed the grip towards Aito. ”It can go down south really fast from here if we don’t play our cards correctly.” He said, staring at the student, who was obviously unable to hear him.	Name: Kakusareta Shunjun (Kaku for short) Age: 17 History: Kakusareta Shunjun was born to a lower-middle class family, his mother and father both worked extensively in their fields to assure his education would be secured. At an early age, the boy was not aware of the extraneous work his parents put themselves through, for his sake. They ate breakfast hours before he stirred, almost empty coffee cups and plates covered in bread crumbles sat in their place. Whatever his parents’ line of work was, it was not of his concern, nor was he old enough to care. The man had mentally broken himself, overworked beyond the brink of repair. All that remained was a shadow of the hardworking individual he used to be. The doctor told Kaku and his mother that he would be permanently hospitalized, as the tumor within his brain had been given more than enough time to form. It was a miracle that the man was still alive. Even at the age of fourteen, Kaku fully acknowledged the cons of this recent development. On a logical standpoint, the amount of income for the Shunjun family had lowered dramatically,only his mother supported the two. Also, a majority of his mother’s cold, hard cash would go to cover hospital expenses. But what angered Kaku the most, was the fact that he could do absolutely nothing to improve his current situation. He was at fate’s disposal, a playtoy of its malicious intent. Though his father was stabilized, his days left on this planet were numbered. A few months later, the man had passed. After him he left a widow who was barely ever present, and a child, a cowardly lone wolf. After the Shunjun family moved to a new area, at the age of seventeen, Kaku transferred to the local school, Hideki High School. A blank slate, unsoiled and pure, unlike his former lifestyle. He found sanctuary within music, audible art which calmed him. During the beginning of the school year, he had made barely any progress with any social encounters. Most of the time they were cut short by a lack of conversation topics, or a class had started in the midst of it. Though he didn’t talk as much, having a few people to back you up wasn’t that bad of an idea. In the end, he decided to join a club, a congregation of people who share the same interests. The only one which caught his eye was the Paranormal and Occult Investigation and Research club. Personality: Kaku personally finds haven in music, though there are multiple ways to shut out the surrounding world, he finds it the most efficient and enjoyable option. He only places trust in a certain few, a small circle of friends he has managed to congregate, each selected through the overwhelming amount of students. The boy tries to keep his personal life to himself and completely focus on school-related subjects. At times, he tends to let slivers of his past slip through his lips. Kaku despises the idea of lacking knowledge on a topic or conversation, as it gives those who are more informed than he an edge. He despises surprises and unexpected twists, as he tends to be ill-prepared when the situations dawns on him. His disability to grasp anything at a normal rate angers him, Kaku laments that there is no way to work around such a problem. All in all, Kaku thinks of himself as the epitome of cowardice, as he never attempts to approach anything head-on, even if it seems like a meager task. In his opinion, his mere presence in the POIR is contradictory. Perhaps the vague ideal that his logical deduction is an asset to the club, something that reassures him. He is subconsciously attached to the club, and his inability to nail down a legitimate reason antagonizes him the bone. Somehow he manages to pull himself through such a boundary, and continue on as a member of the small community. Quirks: Tends to stray away from others and be surprised easily. His normal blank expression can easily change within a few seconds, as Kaku has a slow reaction time. Likes: -EDM -Coffee -Cold temperatures Dislikes: -Pop and rap music -Summer -Uninformed individuals -Surprises -Cliques Personality and Bio should be up soon-ish. Review any aspects which are currently present. Personality is up. Bio will be up tomorrow. All finished. Gonna grab a cup of coffee.
8,756	247	39	2,706	349	-e Hell.... What the hell!? Aito shouted - his eyes shaking, his lips quivering and his entire body shaking. Having seen what just happened to Hazama, and now reading what this guy was trying to say to him with the cell phone, just what the hell? Did this guy really think that he'd just go along and walk up to that ... that... thing!? No way! That mirror just ate Tsubasa, and if he got near it, it could very well eat him too. No, even if Shiba wanted to keep as many of his classmates alive, for the sake of safety in numbers, Hazama was a lost cause. Yup, there wasn't anythjing they could do. Not really, right? If they tried, they might end up the same way, and that wouldn't help anyone! Backing away from Shiori and Kaku, Aitor eached into his pocket and pulled out his own phone. With a feq, quick button-mashes, he typed something and then shoved it into Kaku's face. Do it yourself!! While Kaku and Shiba were busy with their thing however, Shiori stood silently and watched Tsubasa in the mirror. It was eerie, to know that there was a person inside of it, and that it might be no thicker than an ordinary, household mirror. It was also terrifying, knowing full well that if you got too close, and weren't prepared, you too could end up in the same state. She wanted to save him, she really did, but how? It seemed the mirror only turned into a pseudo-liquid when the hands reached out of it, andjudging by Hazama's vain banging on the other side, the surface was solid on that end too. She raised her hand to her chin, tapping her cheek with a finger whle closing her eyes. All the while, the pained screams from beyond the mirror continued, making the ears of those in the hallway bleed wth their shrill shrieks of pain... What do we do...?	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,757	247	40	2,569	1,279	I'm a vampire. Oh, joy. We've been led on by a bloodsucker. At least Reiko didn't look ready to burst into flames anymore. Quick to anger, quick to calm, as she'd put it. She still didn't look particularly happy though. How could she be, really? She'd still seen Yoshida kill one of the people she was trying to protect, and how the hell was she supposed to compete with a vampire if it came down to having to fight? For all her talent with a shinai, she was still only human. Maybe it's because of this that she said what she said next. "If you need blood, I don't mind offering up a little bit from time to time. Just don't kill anybody else, don't make more bloodsuckers, and get us out of here. I can't see me getting along with a vampire - I still don't fully believe they really exist, much less that you're one - but we humans do what we have to in order to stay alive." Survival was the basest human instinct, even if it meant doing something they didn't like. The expression on Reiko's face made it perfectly clear that if given the choice, she'd much rather not team up with this girl, but she was pretty much the only way to keep on living right now. Reiko found a small bit of ironic humor in that their best bet for survival was to trust a girl claiming to be a vampire. "But keep this in mind," Reiko added once it crossed her mind. "I'm not a big vampire fan, but from stories I remember, they're notoriously good schemers. If I find out you're leading us to make some kind of feast for yourself, sunlight will be the least of your worries. Got that?"	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,758	247	41	2,487	9,790	Shizune didn't flinch at Reiko's worded threat, only nodding in acceptance. "Yes...I understand Nagatani-san. If it's all the same to you...I trust you completely to destroy my existence if the need arises." Although her tone held the same monotone of before, her expression revealed her nervousness. "As for the offer...I appreciate it. I will only feed when I absolutely need to. In fact, I've only fed from one other before...I'm sorry. I know my words probably mean nothing to you...I promise to inform you of when I need to feed." Looking down and avoiding Reiko's gaze, Shizune closed her eyes to monetarily ponder her thoughts and steel her nerves. How long? How long would this living nightmare last? Thinking about it all...it was almost enough to make her break down here and now. Two dead...she had to keep going. She could spare tears for the fallen later. "Right then. Let's meet the others. We're done here." Turning away from the two girls, Shizune led the way down the longer corridor to hopefully run into Shiori and the others.	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,759	247	42	2,219	592	Able to calm herself down a bit Shinobu looked at Akane again, still hoping this was just some sort of big joke, but alas she was really dead. Unlike the red-hair however, Akane's was still complete meaning she could get a proper burial. "Right then. Let's meet the others. We're done here." Just like that? Maybe she just wanted to move on from this horrible experience, but Shinobu had the feeling the vampire didn't even care? She couldn't just let it stand like this, moving towards her friends corpse the first thing she did was getting Akane on her own back, she was lighter than expected, maybe because of all the missing blood? She wouldn't just leave her here, even if "just" a corpse. Hurrying towards her Senpai and the murderer to not fall too far behind she caught up rather easily. In fact the green hair moved in front of the leading Shizune, just to turn towards her to get her attention. Catching her breath for a moment she started to talk. "T-There are a great deal of things I can forgive, but if there is something unforgivable, it's murder! Do you even realize what you have done?! Just because you were too much of a coward to ask for bloo- no the reason doesn't even matter, you killed someone! You killed someone who was involved with a lot of people, someone who was loved and depended on, you just...just...killed her, just like that. What is her sister supposed to do? What about Aito? Do you even care? Because to me it doesn't seem that way. You are the worst someone can get, and once we are out here, I will make damn sure you will receive proper judgement." Shinobu got louder than she wanted to, but she did not care for the moment. Furthermore there was disgust and hate in her eyes, something she had probably never shown anyone before, but there it was, all just for their "only hope left". The green hair didn't even expect an answer, she just moved a bit to the side, waiting for the murderer to lead the way...if not for her Senpai she probably wouldn't even listen to her anymore.	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,760	247	43	2,487	9,790	Shziune flinched at every bite of word Shinobu had to give her but retained her stoic expression. She wouldn't lie, she had never expected the normally bright and bubbly girl to snap out like that to her. Of course...yes, it had to be because of that...a bitter laugh escaped the vampire's pale lips and she turned to focus her crimson eyes on the green-haired girl. "Yes that's right...I'm the absolute worst, aren't I? That's what you both think, right? Good. Hate me, degrade me, spit on me...it doesn't matter. I already know my sins. I....I am deeply sorry that you do feel that way about me Resan-san...perhaps if we get out of here, then you may punish me after all. You'd be doing me a favor anyway," she muttered. With those dark words hanging in the air, Shizune dismissed the conversation and said nothing further. Leading the way back to the others, the vampire wanted nothing more than to crawl into a corner and sleep forever. Their remarks....she was far past the point of breaking down into tears...and to despair would mean to give up. No. They had to keep moving.	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,761	247	44	2,569	1,279	T-There are a great deal of things I can forgive, but if there is something unforgivable, it's murder! Do you even realize what you have done?! Just because you were too much of a coward to ask for bloo- no the reason doesn't even matter, you killed someone! You killed someone who was involved with a lot of people, someone who was loved and depended on, you just...just...killed her, just like that. What is her sister supposed to do? What about Aito? Do you even care? Because to me it doesn't seem that way. You are the worst someone can get, and once we are out here, I will make damn sure you will receive proper judgement. "You're not serious about bringing that corpse along, are you?" It wasn't that Reiko wanted to see justice for what had happened. Far from it; she was just as eager to see Shizune's deeds brought to justice just as much as Shinobu. It was mostly that if they went to police, Reiko didn't think it would be easy. It'd have to be something they did themselves. That, and if they did manage to escape, Reiko at least wanted to do something for the vampire before killing her or whatever. Some gears started turning, until Reiko said "When we get out of here, I'll cook everybody something nice. Steak, maybe. With lots of garlic mixed in for yours, Shizune, if you really want us to do something to you for this. Vampires are weak to garlic, yes?" Then she stopped for a moment. "But more importantly, you have my shinai. I'll be taking that back now." Turning to directly face Shinobu, Reiko held out a hand. She felt more comfortable if the bamboo sword was in the kendo club prez's hands, as opposed to the hands of somebody who was also bringing around a corpse. This adventure from (to?) hell was far from over. "Anything else we should know while you're sharing, Shizune?"	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,762	247	45	2,706	349	Shiori was staring in disbelief and irritation. The two idiots had done the unbelievable. In their suqabbling state, a minor game of shove-and-push had broken out - Aito being the instigator, of course - and this had eventually turned into a fight. Having learned her lesson from trying to approach Tsubasa who had a bat, and getting her shoulder almost dislcoated by that, Shiori had decided to stay out of this scuffle and only interfere after. However, the unthikable had happened. Kaku had punched Aito in the chin and the boy had staggered backwards - and as he did, he grabbed Kaku's collar and pulled the other boy with him. And then... Then they had bumped inti the mirror. It only took a second, but the ethereal, white hands of the polished surface lashed out, grabbed Aito and pulled him in with little effort. And as Aito vanished into the solid surface, Kaku slammed into the mirror and suffered the exact, same fate. Now... Now she was standing there, looking at the three boys, caught on the other side of the glass. Aito was shouting and banging his hands against the other side, Kaku was trying to use his cell phone but it appeared to no longer work, and Tsubasa was just standing there, looking betwen his two classmates and the girl still on the real side. "You morons..." Shiori sighed. But, what was she to do now? She couldn't just leave the three boys in there. Who knew what might happen to them! No, she had to do something, but what? They had tried to study and understand the mirror, but was it really necessary? The usually rational and logic-driven Shiroi had a thought. Maybe the soloution wasn't that difficult? Maybe the mirror just wanted you to overthink things? Maybe, just maybe, the correct soloution was the most simple in this case? Reaching down to her feet, she picked up the baseball bat and wrined her hands around the duct-taped end. She looked at the mirror. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of there." The club president said, taking a deep breath and stepping forward with what little courage she could steel herself with. Approaching the mirror was greatly unpleasant, mostly because she knew that one wrong move and she could fall into the same situation as the others. Standing about a meter and a half away now, her heart was in her throat, she tasted blood in her mouth and her hands were starting to sweat. A cold chill ran down her spine and she could tell her breathing had become slightly erratic and hastened. This was scary... This was unwise... This was uncertain... She hated all of those things. But running away and leaving them, without even trying, would be far worse and far more haunting than the feelings of dread she had right now. Shje gulped, tightened her grip on the bat, and then... Hurled it with all her might. Ka-craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack~!! The aluminium, phallic sports-equipment struck the mirror, causing a hole and cracks in it to appear.... But... The cracks... They suddenly began spreading, at an alarmingly quick rate. Shiori stared. That shouldn't be happening... There should only be damage where she had hit it, so why...? Wait! What!? Her eyes opened wide in horror. As the cracks spread and passed over the spots where the three boys were, wounjds similar to the cracks appeared on them! Blood began streaming out and they began to cringe and fall over, sscreaming - though she could not hear them. The mirror cracked more and more, and so did the boys. Shiori stared in horror, her mouth agape. She wanted to scream and yell and run over, but she couldn't even move. She was petrified. And then... Then the mirror broke. Shattered, into a million pieces. And as it shattered, the girl stared at the pieces, for as the fragments fell, she saw wjhat fate had befallen her friends. In each shard, there was a bit of them... A hand... A foot... An eye... They had been torn apart and cut into as many pieces as the mirror. They were dead. Just like the spanish girl... Except this time, it hadn't been some weird, freaky monster that kiled them - it had been Shiori. She did this? It was her fault? The mirror pulled them in, sure, but it was she who broke it. A moment's lapse in judgement, and she had cost three of her friends their lives... Gone, forever. Never to see them again. The president fell to her knees, mouth still open and eyes staring blankly forward to where the mirror had stood. She couldn't think. Her mind had gone blank. A safety mechanism? Shutting down to keep her from going insane due to this whole mess? She didn't know. She couldn't think after all. As she sat there,, on her knees, amidst the thousands upon thousands of shards f broken mirror-glass, she did not notice as the pieces dulled and their reflective properties faded. They turned dull and gray, and no longer could you see either what was inside them, or what they reflected - they just looked like old, broken pieces of discolored glass now. A final, cruel joke? Not even leaving a trace of the victims behind? "... E... Every.... Ever... y... one..." Shiori muttered this word, over and over, as she stared into nothingness with blank eyes.	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,763	247	46	2,487	9,790	Yes. Vampires are indeed weak to garlic. I'm glad you know so much about me considering you claimed to not believe my words a minute ago. Shizune kept her gaze locked to the front and did not pause in her stride, even to answer Reiko's question. Upon hearing if she had anything left to share to the two girls, the vampire narrowed her eyes, though Reiko could not see so with her in the lead. "No. Nothing else comes to mind. If I discover anything more, I'll be sure to inform you first, Nagatani-san." It didn't take very long for the trio of girls to enter the intersection that had separated them all in the first place, and Shizune was relieved that the location didn't decide to change on itself again. Weren't there enough problems for her today? However, the closer she led the group down the second hallway, the more she felt that something was terribly wrong. When she stumbled upon a broken Shiori, all of the vampire's fears were instantly confirmed. There...right there. Gray, discolored shards of glass layered the floor around the club leader, and it was then that Shizune knew. She understood quite perfectly....bounding over to Shiori, Shizune crouched down and lifted the girl up by the collar of her shirt. Clenching her fists tightly, Shizune's crimson eyes flamed with anger and she bared her fangs for all to see. "You...y-you idiot! What the hell did you do? Where are the boys? No....no they're all dead, aren't they? Stupid, stupid stupid!" Shizune's face paled even more so than before, and she swept her line of sight over to Rekio and Shinobu now. "That creature...let me guess, it was a mirror, right? Listen...that thing is a death trap. It's called a Spectrum. Once someone gets caught inside the other side...there is no way to free them." She looked back over to Shiori, her grip trembling. "Someone got caught," she hissed. Her tone was accusatory. "Someone got caught...then they all got....and then you tried to save them, didn't you? And now they're all dead, right Shiori? Answer me! Why do you always do this! Every time I try to help you...all of you...you just go around and be the hero and...and...ahh!" Shizune half-threw, half-lowered Shiori back to the ground and closed her eyes to calm herself, taking slow, easy breathes. When she opened them again, her stoic expression was back and reinforced. "Shiori, I....no, I mean Mizuhana-san...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I'm sure you did everything you could for them...it's my fault again. I shouldn't have left you...it won't happen a second time." Trying to control the shake in her step, she backed away from Shiori, almost fearful as she cast her eyes downward. "We should probably find shelter for the next day," she muttered. "I'm not demanding that we do...that's just what I would suggest. That's all." She refused to look at the club president, afraid of the girl's reaction to not only her outburst, but the eventual reveal of her status as well. It was only a matter of time before she too would discover that a vampire was walking in their midst.	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,764	247	47	2,219	592	You're not serious about bringing that corpse along, are you? "Yes I am, she deserves a proper burial and Aito has the right to know!" She defended her righteous corpse-carriage before handing over the Shinai back to her Senpai. With that, the three of them continued to move along silently, until, until... more death news awaited them! Shiori sat there like a little child that just witnessed something she shouldn't have, tons of grey mirrorshards, just what happened?! "No..." The vampire girl seemed to know what was going on, Shino made a step back. "No..." She had to be wrong, she must have been wrong, because if she was right, that meant. "No..." All of them? Just four left? This was bullshit! She lost strength in her legs and arms, dropping the corp- Aiko forcefully on the ground before falling down on her knees herself. Why? Why? They were four! Four of them were together, but now? Now just only one person! This was just too much for her to handle, she was always positive, maybe even a bit bubbly, but now? People dropped dead left and right, she wasn't able to go home, she couldn't meet her friends, what about her work? Everything was just shit. Why couldn't it simply stop? And thus, the green haired girl cried once again.	Seeing as I am the last one(?) I hurried along and finished it, I might redo the history but chances are I won't(read: I won't) as I suck at doing sheets anyways .w. Shinobu Resan --- --- Age: 17 Height: 165 cm Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Green Eye Color: Heterochromia - Blue&Yellow Skin-tone: Light Clothes: School uniform. Always with her muffler. Outside of school most of the time comfortable clothes except for work. --- Personality --- Shino is a simple girl who, personality wise, doesn't stand out too much. She is a kind and friendly girl who treats everyone well and with kindness, even if they're just classmates and not really friends. She naively believes that deep down every person is a good human being no matter how they may behave. Of course, there are exceptions, but none in her direct environment. While she often fails to read the mood or similar, can be lazy, speaks without thinking and behaves all happy&nifty she is by no means an airhead and has more to do with her general attitude towards her boring life. The green hair is actually a very curious person and often puts her nose into places where it doesn't belong. Still, she doesn't interfere into conversations, seeks attention or seeks people out without any reason. Because of that she actually hasn't that much friends at school. Hobby wise she is actually a otaku who also likes kendo, she enjoys lazing around and hates house chores. While not unhappy she is certainly not grateful for what kind of happiness she has achieved, seeing her live as boring and repetitive day in and out, sometimes wishing she would become a heroine or alike. Likes: Strawberries, sweets, cute animals, dancing, holidays, cats, muffler, swimming, positivity, sleeping, cosplaying, anime&manga, videogames, collecting anime figures, eroges Dislikes: House chores, being bored, being alone, salad, pain, liars, depression, having no goal in life -Thinks loudly when excited -Puts a "Nya" here or there when very happy --- History --- Shino was born into a middle class family consisting of her beloved parents and an awesome older sister. Her father was employed at a rather big company active around the entire world, thus, rarely at home. Her mother on the other hand, was a classic housewife. Still, money was never a problem. There weren't really any tragic events in Shino's early ages and she led a rather ordinary life up to the age of 10, where her father ultimately had to move to america; her older sister following behind. Even then, they were still married, and her father was rich enough to continue supporting the split families lifestyle. Eventually Shinobu's relationship towards her mother started worsening and it didn't take long until she moved out, which was 1 year ago. Living alone was obviously very different from living with her mother, not to mention she didn't want to rely on the money of others. Ultimately she quickly found a job as a maid in a café called "Meow Meow Heaven" and continued to live her ordinary boring life up to this day.
8,765	247	48	2,706	349	Shiori did neither react nor respond when Shizune picked her up and started scolding her. Not even when the vamåiress bared her fangs did the club president flinch, but rather just kept staring off into the distance with a glazed look on her eyes. Whatever she was thinking, it was far more pressing and consuming than the current reality - though, given that she had just been the cause for three deaths, that wasn't exactly hard to understand. However, when she was finaly tossed onto the floor, the sudden bumping against a hard surface brought her back into reality - just in time to hear the wailing cries of Shinobu. Blinking a few times in silent confusion, it took a moment for her to regain both bearings and realizationb of where she was, who was with her and what had just happened. She felt sick and nauseous, a biig knot was causuing her stomach to hurt and she could feel her heart in her throat. The crying of the green-haired girl didn't help the situation, and it was only then that she noticed it. The body... The lifeless body of somebody not breathing was lying next to Shinobu. "Ah..." She tried to say something, but shut her mputh almost at once. A frown spread across her face. So someone died over on their end too... was her only thoughts. No, this wouldn't do. As bad as she felt and as guilty as she was, standing around moping and worrying about it wouuld not do anyone any good. If she was wallowing in despair and anxiety over what she had done, then there would be no moving forward - there'd just be stagnant introspective thoughts, which this maze-like nightmare surely would take advantage off in the end. Shiori shook her head slightly and took a breath - Yes, as much as she was a murderer, even if not intended, and as much as she regretted her actions just a few minutes ago, she was still alive - and so was Shinobu, Reika and shizune. Their group had dwindled quite fast and they were upon the verge of breaking apart, but then... How would they get out? That's right, they couldn't fall here, they had to keep going, even if it hrt, even if it was tiring, even if it it felt impossible - they had go on, otherwise, they'd all die. And that, that would be the greatest insult to the rest who had died - not being able to escape and inform their loved ones about their demise and ultimate fate. Shiori's eyes regained some focus and she swallowed, just in time to hear Shizune's question. "Yes... It'd be a good idea to find somewhere we can rest,... And talk." She answered in her calm, although slightly subdued and more quite-than-usual tone."... I'm feeling abit exhausted myself at the moment, and my head could use a breather." Now that was the understatement of the century. Her head turned to look at Reika and Shinobu. "What about you two? I'm sure you've seen or gone through something horrible too..." It was easy to guess that they had, given Shinobu's seemingly haviing broken down.	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,766	247	49	2,569	1,279	We should probably find shelter for the next day. I'm not demanding that we do...that's just what I would suggest. That's all. "Yes... It'd be a good idea to find somewhere we can rest,... And talk. I'm feeling abit exhausted myself at the moment, and my head could use a breather. What about you two? I'm sure you've seen or gone through something horrible too..." "Just another day in nightmare land," Reiko agreed. Between seeing all the crap she'd seen today, learning that the group's guide and greatest hope for salvation was a vampire, and just altogether having a very not-good day, Reiko was about as done here as done could get. Still, she didn't know how to escape. That was why Shizune was here; why she didn't kill the vampire back when she found discovered what Shizune really was. That, and weighing a shinai - even in the hands of an expert - against a vampire assuming the legends of their speed and might were true, and Reiko's odds of winning that fight would be dangerously low. Give her an actual katana on the other hand, with a blade... But there was nothing that could be done about it. Here was a quartet of girls who once was a group numbering at about eight or so. The fact that two days was all it took for half of them to die was something Reiko would need time to wrap her head around. Then how much longer would the remaining girls be able to survive? How long would be take before there was any chance of escape? Did their chances of survival and their chances of escape have different lifespans? "Nightmare land" indeed	Name: "Nagatani Reiko. If you're spelling "Reiko" with kanji that read out as "beautiful child" or “Nagatani” with the kanji for “long valley” then you're spelling it wrong. Use the kanji for "zero" instead of "beautiful" and the kanji for “eternal” instead of “long” from now on." 永谷零子 Age: 17 History: Born in Dōtonbori, Reiko’s parents both worked in the food business. Perhaps because of that, she got to try out a lot of the flavors Osaka had to offer, which added up to a pretty hefty palette. From a young age, it was Reiko’s dream to be a chef. Her father sold takoyaki for a living, her mother was a waitress, so why not? It was practically in her blood to work with food! The result of this ambition was young Reiko spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping her parents and learning what did and didn’t work when preparing food. Things were looking good, with her mother becoming a restaurant general manager over time, and Reiko turning into a very fine young cook. And then her dreams were rocked to the foundation at age twelve. Not that they were shattered, just…changed. The catalyst was a school friend of hers who had an unfortunate reputation as the class target for bullies. Whilst doing a mini-tour of the restaurants in her neighborhood, Reiko found her friend in a pretty nasty situation, backed into a corner by two of the burlier boys in class. So Reiko did what any sane, reasonable human being with absolutely no experience fighting would not do. She went ahead and started swinging her fists at the boys. Surprisingly, she won. This was where her dream changed. Even to this day, she vividly remembers the thrill that fight gave her. The rush of the fight was what gave her a change of heart, and she decided to instead become a national kendo champion. Cooking for a living was still her Plan B, though. Reiko’s family didn’t hesitate to sign her up for classes when she expressed that she wanted to try kendo out. While she’d learned cooking well from her parents, even her kendo teacher remarked that she was a natural at this new pursuit of hers. She was eventually given her own personal shinai to keep and practice with…and this is where the problem began. Give a young girl with dreams of being a national kendo champ her own shinai, and what’s she going to do? Pick fights. At first, she only targeted kids in her class who were known to be bullies or otherwise just not good people, but she eventually saw no challenge from them whatsoever. Then she started targeting older kids, mainly high-schoolers who were in kendo clubs. She actually had a pretty good winning streak, all things considered, and won three matches in a row. Then she lost the fourth one, against the club president who was sick of her crap. Trying to explain her face when she got home that day was another memory that has stayed perfectly clear to this day, albeit a much less pleasant one. Then her mother got a job opportunity, but not in Osaka. The Nagatani family moved just before high school started for Reiko, and soon after she began at Hideki High School. Needless to say, she wasted no time joining the kendo club and proving her skill time and again. And then club members stopped accepting her challenges, and it was her middle school problems all over again. Eventually, she was kicked out of the kendo club for her “aggressive” behavior and told to take a couple months to take a nice long breather. She didn’t. What Reiko did instead was begin looking for challengers online. These guys were better than her club. Reiko realized that when she lost her first battle in seconds. And then she did take a months-long breather. With the constant adrenaline flow of hers gone, Reiko was calmed down and not as fast or strong as she previously was. The kendo club welcomed her back with open arms when she proved it by turning down a challenge from the club president. Their president graduated that year, and appointed president was none other than Reiko, for her skill in and love for kendo. It’s been rare that she takes up her shinai these last couple of years, so she’s a bit rusty as a result. However, she can still cook very well. Personality: Reiko can be seen as a girl of two very different faces. Primarily, she’s a calm sort who thinks before she does anything, and always keeps an eye on details. She also sees a sort of bond when it comes to food. Not that she feels a bond with the food itself, but rather, the people she eats it with. Sit down with her for a meal, and Reiko can go from a stranger to a friend in mere minutes. She also loves to cook, and hearing somebody say they enjoyed her cooking remains her number-one bliss in life. Her love for food doesn’t stay limited to just the flavors she grew up with in Osaka, either. No matter its origin or culture, Reiko will always try out a dish she hasn’t tasted before, and learn how it’s made if she likes it. She’s also the sort to put her own spin on the foods she makes. Most notably, every sushi dish she makes has a paste she claims is made from blended takoyaki on the side. She’ll also try to make her own thing from time to time, grabbing seemingly random ingredients from around her, and seeing what she can do with them. Then she gets into a kendo match. She’s not quite sure what it is, but something about fighting – be it kendo or not – is just exhilarating to Reiko. To her, the adrenaline rush is like a drug. Once she gets some, she wants more and more. The first fight is always a catalyst to a huge violent streak of hers, in which she’ll approach anybody she thinks could be a challenge and begin to pick a fight. This “other side” of Reiko is what gets her in trouble more often than not. Her sleeping habits – especially in class – are another trouble factor of hers. Quirks: ~Absolutely refuses to go anywhere without her shinai, despite having only had ten kendo matches in the last two years. ~Puts a “mystery sauce” she makes on everything she cooks. It’s unknown what goes in the sauce, but some people who’ve tried a variety of her dishes think she actually makes the sauce differently depending on the food. ~Won’t read unless her head and the book are upside-down. This has resulted in her sitting in the back row in class. ~Insists on going everywhere on foot unless going to another town. Likes: +Food: Cooking food, eating food, or hearing from others about food is never something Reiko will turn down if offered. Her backup dream of being a chef is still strong. +Kendo: It goes without saying, Reiko loves kendo. While she’s learned that it’s not a great idea to constantly fight these last couple of years, she’s always glad to spar with somebody or even get into a couple of outright fights if the circumstances are right. +Sleeping: Reiko sees sleep as a way of shooting ahead to the very near future. If she has nothing to do, is angry or sad, or even just bored, you can bet Reiko’s mind is set on finding a place to sleep. Dislikes: –Italian food: Despite her broad tastes, Reiko could never get the hang of Italian food. This extends to pizza as well. -Quiet people: People were given lungs and vocal cords to speak, or so Reiko would put it. People who don’t use these things just irritate her. Exceptions are the deaf and the mute. -Bullying: While she admits she was guilty of this until becoming kendo club president, Reiko hates, HATES bullies, or any mistreatment of one person toward another person. This is part of why she keeps her shinai near her at all times; when she sees this kind of thing happen, she feels it’s her job to step in and put a stop to it.
8,767	247	50	2,487	9,790	Shizune didn't even bother to try and comfort Shinobu's sudden breakdown. Frankly, she was a little jealous of the green-haired optimist; she was the one who was supposed to be crying. She was the one who had failed everyone and revealed her ugly side to them...she needed to...start over again. And again, and again, and again.... "Let's head back to the room we rested in the night before," she said wearily. "Assuming it's not gone from yesterday." Turning around to lead the group, she made sure to keep her eyes focused only ahead, intentionally straying away from meeting Shiori directly. Thankfully, their salvation from earlier was still present, though it felt like centuries since their last endeavor here. It didn't help that new corpses were strewed about the walls and floors, the bodies of their dead comrades labeled and strew about as if in some cruel joke. If the World of Wasted Dreams had a mind of its own, it would be classified as a cruel bastard. Sighing in both exhaustion and despair, Shizune took her chair from yesterday and propped it near the door. "I'll take watch again," she announced. Her tone indicated that she wasn't to be argued with. However, just as she made herself comfortable, a familiar pang hit her body. Tensing, she rested a hand on her abdomen and took easy breathes, sweat beginning to glisten from her body. That damn creature from before....usually she didn't need to feed so soon....was it the World of Wasted Dreams altering her perception of hunger? Whatever the case, she would force herself to wait until tomorrow; she didn't date ask to drink from her comrades. Not after.... She didn't deserve to eat. And if her instincts did take over....then she would kill herself.	Name: Shizune Yoshida Age: 17 History: Shizune is a girl who is shrouded in mystery. She speaks very little of the past, instead choosing to focus on the present and the future. As far as anyone knows, she is a simple transfer student that came in the middle of the school year from an unhealthy school district. Despite this, there's something about Shizune. Something oddly familar, or maybe even reminiscent...just who is she anyway? And why does she know so much about the twisted reality known as The World of Wasted Dreams? Personality: Shizune is a quiet girl that speaks very little in direct conversation. An aura of fear and intimidation often follow her around, so she tends to not become involved with any major events. That being said, it is then surprising to see an unwavering devotion and loyalty to her newfound friends, despite having never met them before. She seems to especially express extreme loyalty to the P.O.I.R club president, who's apparently her closest friend. Didn't they just meet a few hours ago? She has a keen, almost uncanny knowledge of The World of Wasted Dreams and seeks to guide all of her friends back to the light. On that note, there are times when Shizune can appear stoic or just downright disturbing to her fellow peers. She will lament on death and tragedy in a melancholic manner, almost giving her the impression of being heartless towards others. Furthermore, she seems to enjoy reciting horrific tales or bits of information for the sole purpose of making her friends more aware of their new surroundings or just to creep them out. Quirks: -Can appear intimidating and creepy at times. -Likes to recite melancholic or unnerving lines. -Looks at the sky too much. -Has a strong devotion, almost obsession, with protecting her friends. Likes: -Happy endings. Anything otherwise is enough to unsettle her. -The moon. Apparently doesn't care for full moons. -Books on the paranormal. -Fruit Punch. Doesn't drink much else. Dislikes: -The color red. Reasons are currently unknown. -Tragic stories. -Farewells. -Italian food. Avoids it like a plague.
8,768	247	51	2,706	349	Under other circumstances, Shiori would have opposed the idea to go back to the room they had been in before. What with the strange, dead-like child that had scared Shizune away having appeared there, not to mention the girl had said that staying in any one spot for long was a bad idea. However, this was not normal circumstances, even under the duress of them being trapped in this nightmarish hell, Shiori was still struggling with the fact that she had just killed three of her classsmates - unintentional as it may have been, and no matter hw hard she tried to focus on other things - so her ability to think clearly was... Clouded... to put it mildly. She didn't even pay attention to their stroll back to the room. Following Shizune's lead, the young girl walked as if in a trance, her eyes and face seemingly distant and spaced out. It was only once they had arrived at their destination and Shizune had declared that she would take the watch that Shiori returned. While her classmate seemed determined to have things her way, this was something that even a disoriented and struggling club president couldn't just agree to. "I think not." She said, standing next to Shizune's chair. "Last time you had the waatch, that child with the black eyes appeared and made you run off." She stated it bluntly and without trying to smoothen it out, then again, she wasn't saying it in an accusing way - just stating the facts of reality. "Besides..." She sighed heavily. "I don't think anyone is going to fall asleep for awhile anyway." With the death of four of their classmates in a single day, they all had enough things to think about besides sleep. Picking up a chair from the circle of... chairs... at the center of the room, Shiori placed it down a small way away from the door where Shizune sat. She leaned back and crossed her arms over her stomach, staring into the ceiling for a bit. What do we do now? Where do we go? What can be done? Thoughts like these flooded her head and ate away at most of her attention.	Name: Shiori Mizuhana // Mizuhana Shiori Age: 17 History: She is the only-child of a professor and teacher at Tokyo University (her father) and a retired journality turned novelist (her mother).. She had a farily well-off life, without having to worry about money or living in squalor, but her parents were often-times busy and the girl was left mostly to her own devices. Having to take care of herself, as well as find entertainment and things to do on her own, she would spend much time sifting through old books and magazines as a young child. Perhaps it was from this, reading one too many horror novel or gossip magazine, taht sparked her interest in the supernatural. Though, of course, her inquisitive nature was also shared by her father, and it's fully possible that he had rubbed off on her in that regard. Her school life was also fairly normal, getting good grades and doing her homework and projects in a dutiful and proper fashion. She didn't have many friends to speak of though, partly due to the fact that the other children often found or thought she was giving them the 'evil eye', and partly because she didn't really say or talk too much. Of course, Shiori couldn't help how her eyes looked and it wasn't that she was unsociable or unfriendly, she just didn't share the same interests as the other kids her age and thus prefered to keep to her own things. After graduating Junior High, she and her family moved, and she ended up enrolling at Hideki High as a junior. After realizing that there was no Occult Club at the school, she promptly went ahead and founded one - even though recruitment of the initial members took a bit of work. As stated in the background of the POIR though, most people who joined or were interested in the club quickly left or stopped coming, as Shiori wasn't interested in the actual performing of occult and magical rites or such, but rather the studying and learning about them. Naturally, she had things like wards and amulets made, stashed throughout the clubroom, as well as trinkets and items of mystical or supposed magical origin - but there was never any attempt at summoning the dead or trying to cast spells from a grimoire or such. She, eventually, managed to get a few friends though and with the arrival of a certain mysterious transfer-student, Shiori has become a bit more sociable lately. It should also be noted that, since she comes froma fairly well-off family, Shiori has taken many supplementary and extra classes outside of school, including things like CPR and First Aid-training, a third language, calligraphy and more. Personality: Quiet, mysterious and hard-working are all words that describe this young woman. When working, be it on her interests or her school work, she always does her best and works hard to ensure that she achieves the best possible results. Her penchant for not talking to others much, or when she does talk not saying too much, has led some to feel taht she is unsociable or distant, even though that isn't entirely accurate. Shiori simply doesn't like idle chit-chat and prefers things to have a purpose and point, since everything else is a distraction and is time that could be used better or on more important matters. She is a very open-minded person though, and does not dismiss possibilities or things just because they cannot be explained. Even though she is methodical and rational, often following logic over gut-feelings and emotion, she is not one for making hasty, one-sided assumptions or statements. She prefers to look at things from mulitple angles before deciding where she stands on a subject, and she finds people who hastily come to conclusions, or only look at things from one direction to be quite foolish. Due to her quiet and few-worded persona, she is not a person to mince words, and speaks plainly and to-the-point. She does speak with a modest amount of politeness though, even if it's minimal. Shiori is a firm believer that the Paranormal and supernatural exist, but does not blindly believe in everything - in fact, that is one of the main reasons she founded the POIR, to filter out the gossip and rumors and hoaxes from the real deals. Finally, despite seeming cold and terse, Shiori actually is rather nice - especially to those who manage to get along with her and come to understand how to interact with her. She has been known to treat club-members to lunch, bring them drinks and help her classmates with homework and projects when they've gotten stuck or requested her assistance. That said, she is not a person who lets herself get used and doesn't mindlessly offer her hand to just anyone every tie they ask for it. She is a strong, smart, independant and decisive young lady with skin on her nose, a clam and collected demeanor, as well as - thanks to reading ghost stories and the like since she was small - courage. Quirks: - When sitting, she will place her elbow on any surface infront of her and rest her chin on the top of her hands. - Sighs in an exasperated way before speaking to someone who just said something - in her eyes - foolish to her. - Has very weak/subtle/limited/vague facial expressions Likes: + Iced coffee + Books and litterature on the Paranormal and Occult + Investigating and researching the Paranormal and Occult + Rationality + Peace and quiet Dislikes: - Sour foods/drinks - Narrowmindedness - Overly emotional people - Arrogance/conceit - Being interupted while working/studying Other: - Shiori is very perceptive, both when it comes to details and reading the mood or atomsphere of a situation. A trait earned by carefully watching others for a long time. - She is also smart and clever, perhaps not on the level of a genius but well above any average person. - She has never owned a pet, something she laments deep down as she doesn't have siblings either and can at times cause her loneliness since her parents are rarely at home.
8,769	248	0	1,194	861	If felt like ages since Yuki had entered the online world of SAO, ages since she had been trapped inside the game by it's own creator, and ages since she had really thought about if she was actually going to get back to her real life. She loved the online world of SAO, and whether she was trapped or not, this world was her reality now. She thought about that as she stood amongst a large crowd on floor 5. It was lower than the actual level she was on skill wise, and she really was quite a bit stronger than the monster here. But a new threat to the game's way of life had presented itself, and Yuki wanted to know what was going on. She had noticed it herself, that monsters could now enter the safe zones and attack the players. It had created a lot of trouble for the lower leveled players, some people had even died from the attacks. Yuki couldn't believe it, and she really wanted to be one of the people that helped set things right. "Okay, so we need a group of people to go scout out this problem and fix it while our top players continue to remain on the front lines. Obviously, we can't take everyone out of battle but we need this problem solved," The commander of the top guild said. Yuki thought his name was Commander Wolfe, but she wasn't one hundred percent sure. Truth was, she was bad at names, but she knew his face. She'd seen him around enough and heard of him enough that she knew who he was by sight. She sighed quietly to herself, knowing that she was going to volunteer for this mission. She gripped her shield tightly, it hanging loosely from her hand as she listened to the Commander's speech. She wondered who would be joining her on this quest, since she was obviously not going to be alone. "Are we going to be staying on Floor 5 or going to a higher floor?" One player asked and Yuki cocked her head to the side a little. It was a good question, one she wondered herself what the answer to it would be. "The immediate threat is on Floor 5 so we'd like for the party to stay here to figure out what is going on initially. Whether or not you will be moving to another floor will depend on what you find out about this problem with the monsters," The Commander said diplomatically and Yuki nodded a little in understanding, "We'd like for about five people to go. Now I know that a party is compromised usually of six players, but five would be a good number to go for as well. Anyone that would like to help out would be welcome too, granted that your level is high enough to actually be of assistance," He said with a small smile. Yuki knew her level would be good enough, she wasn't as high up as some players but she had managed to reach level fifteen and that was pretty decent for her. She needed to work on raising her level even higher, but right now the threat facing the players was more important. She raised her free hand, a stern look on her face as she knew what she was going to do, "I'll go," She said in a soft voice. She knew how she looked, gripping her shield, her black hair falling down her back as a slight wind rustled it. She expected that the Commander was hoping for big burly men to volunteer. But Yuki was fast, and she had good accuracy. She was a good fighter, and she knew she wanted to help. "Alright, we got one very brave lady here. Anyone else?" The Commander called, chuckling softly and then turning his attention to the rest of the crowd, the stern look back on his face. Some people in the crowd continued to look at Yuki. Some with pity, some with awe, some of them looked thankful that she volunteered. She just hoped she had a good group to go with her, she didn't want to be carrying all the weight.	Real Name: Rin Kanesaka Avatar Name: Mez Age: 20 Gender: Male Type: Swordsman Beta-Tester: Yes Personality: Mez is a staunch leader and devoted warrior. He fights for every good cause but holds no time for trivial matters. Although he may come across to others as extremely serious, he does have a softer side. Sharing a joke within a group or attempting to console close friends is generally proof of this. He is extremely courageous but doesn't allow his pride to get in the way when it comes to fighting. He knows when to retreat and when to press the attack. When it is time to rally together, Mez's voice can usually be heard above most of the others, leading a charge towards his enemies. Brief Real Life Background: In the real world, Rin is a hardcore gamer. His brother, Reivard, is one of the top MMO players in Japan and his parents own a successful Computer Electronics company; NTTF Gaming, that sells high-end computer peripherals and software. They also sponsor a number of eSport tournaments across the globe and were one of the top 5 distributors of the Nerve-Gear Headsets. Rin has never wanted for any game in his life, his whole school life was dedicated to business management and gaming, so that he may eventually take over the family business. In the meantime, however, Rin dedicated himself to surpassing his brother, who had already carved his career in the gaming industry and had outgrown the need to take on the company. With the advent of virtual technology, Rin was determined to outshine his older sibling and prove to his parents that, for once, he was the better gamer. But alas, Reivard never joined SAO. His career had taken an unexpected turn towards Hollywood, where he would star in an upcoming movie remake of the successful 1995 film, Hackers. Rin didn't yet know any of this news about his brother and dived into SAO with eagerness, ready to prove he was the best. Skills: - Two-Handed Greatsword - One-Handed Shortsword - Light Leather Equipment - Agility - Cooking Unique Skill (NOT YET ACHIEVED) Ghoul's Grin: This Unique Skill affects all weapons held by Mez. This skill allows him to instantly equip any weapon within his inventory immediately during battle, even mid-swing. He uses this predominantly in conjunction with his Greatsword; Judgement and his Shortsword; Retribution. Switching between these two weapons grants him a temporary boost for a maximum of 15 seconds during battle. (1 post) - Judgement to Retribution grants a 20% speed boost. - Retribution to Judgement grants a 20% strength boost. Note: Mez can only use this skill once per battle. Equipment - Standard Greatsword - Standard Shortsword - Light Leather Armour NOT YET OBTAINED - Judgement - Retribution
8,770	248	1	545	1,155	Come on Jon, Alder pleaded "you are going to be the toughest guy any of these people are going to see in the game. I mean a modern day warrior would obviously have the edge on combat compared to a bunch of nerds like me." For the last week Alder had been trying to convince Jon to try this game when it comes out, but Jon just was not a gamer. "Or I will look like a damned fool trying to stay a float." Jon would find himself in the game any way, convinced that it would be better if Alder were not alone in a virtual world. On the launch day he would go in while Alder listened in one of many business meetings he would be apart of that day... Meetings that more than likely saved his life. Jon had waited and practiced his sword play and by the time he felt like he needed to check in on Alder it was too late and trap was sprung. . . Now he's on floor five, with a reputation for having one of the best shield skills in the game. There were a lot of people he knew on the first floor that helped him get this far, they were still down there and he couldn't let anything happen to them. The big man pounded his targe with his war hammer and spoke. "Count my shield and I in. We shall defend this first floor." So that makes three. He had heard of Mez but not the woman, and from Mez's reputation he wasn't too worried about any floor 1 creatures getting the better of them.	Real Name: Asami Yukimoto Avatar name: Yuki Age: 17 Real life Appearance: Avatar Appearance: Type: Swordswoman (hehe) Skills: She is skilled in a one-handed sword and also in small daggers, but she prefers to use her sword. Equipment: A basic sword and shield, a handful of healing crystals, two teleportation crystals, and 500 cor. Also, basic armor made of leather. History/Bio: Asami wouldn't lie to you, she was born into a sort of rich family. Since a young girl she never had to struggle for much, and being the only child you could say she was spoiled. But there was also a price for this. Her parents expected nothing but the best from her. She strived to get top grades, accel in swimming, and when she began her final year of high school she was elected Student Class President. But then she discovered the world of gaming. Her best friend, Kai, had introduced her to this world and she loved it. There, she didn't have to deal with the struggles of everyday life, the pressure to be the best she could be. She could just escape into a land of fantasy for as long as she wanted. So naturally, when Sword Art Online was slated to come out, she was quick to get the NerveGear and wait for the launch. She bought her copy, just barely missing out on being a beta tester, and on the day of launch counted down the minutes until she could jump right in. Personality: Asami is independent, comical, intelligent, and not shy at all. She is bluntly honest, hates people who look at the glass half full all the time, and enjoys making a joke out of things. Her extensive study habits and pressure from her parents have given her a serious streak, but she much prefers laughing and having fun. She is scared of spiders, of most insects actually, and loves dancing. In all honesty, she's just an oddball. But she would put her life on the line for someone she cared about, and she stands up for herself. She hates bullies, has a moral sense of right and wrong, and doesn't believe in taking the easy way out of things. She never runs away from a fight, never backs down, and never gives up. Oh, and she hates liars.
8,771	248	2	1,553	602	The Town of Beginnings was quieter now. Most of the players had advanced up through the dungeons to the higher floors. Kitty sat on the roof of a small building, staring out over the rooftops and the rolling green hills in the background. However the atmosphere here was different now. She remembered the first day, how hopeful and excited everyone had been. How quickly that had turned to fear when they’d discovered the truth. However most had moved on, the weaker left behind. It had been quiet for a long time, everyone finding a kind of content peace down here. Everything was different now. Recently monsters had been invading the safe zones and people had been dying. People were frightened. Hell she was frightened. Whilst the girl had ventured up into the higher floors every now and then she was still considered a low level player at level 10. Below her she heard a small soft whimpering and the girl glanced down. Below her a small orange and yellow dog-like creature with black stripped markings on its back was looking up at her anxiously. Kitty smiled slightly and jumped back down to the ground. The dog barking happily as she knelt down to cuddle it. She’d received the companion up on floor six, which was about as high as she’d gone about a month ago and although he was still a puppy and small she'd been told he'd grow to be very big and intimidating if she leveled him up enough even though she was happy with the way he was now. She’d named him Beau and they’d stuck to the lower levels since then. Kitty understood some’s desire to advance, however she didn’t feel she was aggressive or skilled enough to be of any use to the front line. But there was hope. She’d heard that there was a gathering up on floor five asking for higher level players to come down to try and help with the problem. For now all they had to do was survive. “We just have to keep surviving.” She repeated aloud as she ruffled Beau’s fur, burying her face into his fur as he licked her.	Real Name: Renee Carter Avatar name: Kitty Age: 13 Type: Beast-Tamer Real life Appearance: Avatar Appearance: Skills: -Acrobatics -Light Metal Equipment -One-Handed Dagger Equipment: -Light Metal Amour -Blue Steel Dagger -Healing Crystal -Teleportaion Crystal -Companion: Fire Hound (Beau) History/Bio/Personality: If it's all the same I'd like to leave this stuff out since no one would know any of it anyway. I feel like it makes the experience more realistic this way.
8,772	248	3	1,194	861	I'll go! Squeaked another daring runt who was shaking in his boots moments before the mission was announced so it wasn't too much of a surprise they chose to head back down before they were annihilated up here. "Alright then, Mez will lead the team going to the first floor as he is the most experienced. Remember that your mission is to scout out this problem and fix it. If this is just rumor and you find nothing there then return for a debrief. Mez, I'll let you take it from here." Bosco and the Runt moved out of the group and over to where Mez had called from before.	Real Name: Rin Kanesaka Avatar Name: Mez Age: 20 Gender: Male Type: Swordsman Beta-Tester: Yes Personality: Mez is a staunch leader and devoted warrior. He fights for every good cause but holds no time for trivial matters. Although he may come across to others as extremely serious, he does have a softer side. Sharing a joke within a group or attempting to console close friends is generally proof of this. He is extremely courageous but doesn't allow his pride to get in the way when it comes to fighting. He knows when to retreat and when to press the attack. When it is time to rally together, Mez's voice can usually be heard above most of the others, leading a charge towards his enemies. Brief Real Life Background: In the real world, Rin is a hardcore gamer. His brother, Reivard, is one of the top MMO players in Japan and his parents own a successful Computer Electronics company; NTTF Gaming, that sells high-end computer peripherals and software. They also sponsor a number of eSport tournaments across the globe and were one of the top 5 distributors of the Nerve-Gear Headsets. Rin has never wanted for any game in his life, his whole school life was dedicated to business management and gaming, so that he may eventually take over the family business. In the meantime, however, Rin dedicated himself to surpassing his brother, who had already carved his career in the gaming industry and had outgrown the need to take on the company. With the advent of virtual technology, Rin was determined to outshine his older sibling and prove to his parents that, for once, he was the better gamer. But alas, Reivard never joined SAO. His career had taken an unexpected turn towards Hollywood, where he would star in an upcoming movie remake of the successful 1995 film, Hackers. Rin didn't yet know any of this news about his brother and dived into SAO with eagerness, ready to prove he was the best. Skills: - Two-Handed Greatsword - One-Handed Shortsword - Light Leather Equipment - Agility - Cooking Unique Skill (NOT YET ACHIEVED) Ghoul's Grin: This Unique Skill affects all weapons held by Mez. This skill allows him to instantly equip any weapon within his inventory immediately during battle, even mid-swing. He uses this predominantly in conjunction with his Greatsword; Judgement and his Shortsword; Retribution. Switching between these two weapons grants him a temporary boost for a maximum of 15 seconds during battle. (1 post) - Judgement to Retribution grants a 20% speed boost. - Retribution to Judgement grants a 20% strength boost. Note: Mez can only use this skill once per battle. Equipment - Standard Greatsword - Standard Shortsword - Light Leather Armour NOT YET OBTAINED - Judgement - Retribution
8,773	249	0	1,845	19	Mondays. Why did it always have to be Mondays? When it was Monday in New York, the one thing you could hear louder than the birds and the bees, were the yellow taxi cabs as they honked their way holding on to the life of others at the palm of their hands. But you didn’t have that problem as you drove into the parking lot at St. Clarence. The entrance lead into a parking lot, expansive enough to fit about 100 cars into it, and that was just for outsiders, there was a separate parking within the campus as well. Where the parking lot ended and the school began, well that’s where she stood, at the entrance to one of the most prestigious schools in America. The walls were nearly 20 – 25 feet tall, but her perception of height, standing at barely 5”2’, was safe to say very skewered. The walls were brick lined, old but irreplaceable in terms of character and quality. The gates though, reinforced welded metal, had recently been painted black, and the metal laced and twined into the insignia of the school, a very complex C on a shield held by lions. One both of the pillars that held the gate, white marble reinforcements of the insignia with the school motto written underneath. To the right hand side of the gate – a little old box of marble, with the names of the people who started the school and those who contributed to it, financially of course. Bella didn’t read. She knew it would look stupid for caring, and decided to google it at home, but somehow knew she’d forget about it when she did get home, just like everything else she wanted to do. To the immediately left, a huge building, fancier, newer versions made to look like the same bricks laid out years ago, and then stopping abruptly, and ending in what would seem like the forest a murder victim in CSI would run through, just to be stopped another mile away by another building, and furthest away, Bella saw something that caught her eye, something she remembered hadn’t been on the website, and began making her way to it. Bella walked on, looking at the amount of people. If she didn’t have her iPod on playing through her noise cancelling headphones, she might have just run back out. There were just so many people, walking around, taking pictures, some with professional seeming cameras even. All wearing the same clothes, like clones, except for the few with different hair, glasses. They all looked the same though. As she walked on she stopped at a discussion with several people, who looked like seniors, on chairs neatly placed in a circle around a large tree, in it’s shade though the sun was yet to come out on this lovely September morning. She walked past them, looking at her phone, deciding to play Smells like Teen Spirit as she walked on faster now, bobbing her head up and down, when she suddenly felt an onrush of air that made her freeze. A basket ball flew right past her face, and for a second she was stuck between a scurry of several very large boys trying to grab for one thing all at the same time. By the time they were gone, she was happy it wasn’t her they were trying to grab, when she slipped the headphones down and saw it. The working bells of the Church rang, and she turned off her headphones, silented her cell phone and kept it in her bag before walking in, deciding to spend some time there, having come early to her first day of the new school. It was expansive and known to be sending out college ready students who, in most cases, did very well, and had a successful career. She went to the Church and dipped her hand in a little chalice of water, loving the cold feeling against the tips of her fingers and went to sit in a seat. She sat there till a bell rang – and that wasn’t that of the Church’s. She came out and took out her cell phone, which with it’s GPS facility and the School’s functioning Application, lead her straight to her first class. There were small introductions, the teacher, the person sitting beside her, and then it began. It’s a rat race. Agnes had called it, and she realized what she meant when several students methodically wrote on paper while others began pattering at their keyboard. “Welcome.” The teacher said, staring at her, “To St. Clarence High.”	Name: Bellatrix Annalise O’Corcrain Clique: Musical Theatre Lovers Biography Ethnicity / Nationality: Caucasian/ Half American / Half Irish Gender: Female Date of Birth: 14/09/1998 Age: 15 Class: Freshman Appearance: Personality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Motivations: Religion: Roman Catholic Sexuality: Pansexual Misc. Quirks: Obsessed about Spencer Bishop Likes: Pears; Oranges; Spencer; Ballet Dancing; Trigonometry Dislikes: Physics; Bananas; Girls/Guys hitting on Spencer Hobbies: Ballet Dancing, Only. History: Bella has been dancing ballet since she was 7 years old. She has been in every yearly performance by her ballet school, but never in a lead role. Bella’s mother was a ballet dancer from Chicago who had a fleeting romance with an Irish dancer in his prime, who left before Bella was born. The loss of her career due to her pregnancy made Charlette drink and the sudden change of lifestyle had her die of alcohol poisoning when Bella was 12. Bella’s father provides for her financially and she lives with an appointed caretaker.
8,774	249	1	1,197	1,233	Thump. Thump. Thump. His heartbeat hammered through his head, sounding like a bass drum mercilessly beaten right next to his head. The incessant pounding in his head finally caused Dylan to stir from his bed, his eyes groggily noticing the narrow cracks of sunlight breaking through the thin slits between the blinds hanging over an inconveniently placed, sunward-facing direction allowing the full force of the rising sun to destroy his sleep. He would have to do something about blacking that window out. He dragged himself out of bed, noticing he was still rather early for waking up for school sober but he'd have to work on getting rid of the hangover that was pestering him. Whilst not his worst by a country mile, it was still something that shouldn't be around for hist first day of a new school but hey it hadn't been his choice to move schools and countries. A rather careful stumble to the shower yielded a revitalizing result, suddenly he felt less filthy and more awake yet the headache and slight weakness to light remained, something that would simply fade as the day went by and water was consumed. A quick glance to the mirror revealed his eyes had developed some rather large shadows and his eyes still a touch cloudy yet by the time school was around they'd be clear and he'd simply look like he'd slept badly. He took no chances once he got back to his dorm though, knocking back two berocca tablets to give him a little boost with a tentative nibble on some toast for breaskfast and filling his rather oversized waterbottle to the brim with the solution to his hangover problems. Spending a few moments to take in the somewhat formal blazer, trouser, tie and collared shirt laid out in front of him, he knew that he and this uniform were not going to get along today, the thought of a constrictive tie overwhelmed any notions of appearance. Getting into the uniform took a hardly any time, he even managed to keep it relatively neat as he packed his school bag with his laptop, notepad and stationary but in order to make the perilous trek from the dormitories to the main hall in the full force of the sun, he grabbed his pair of ray-ban sunnies from the desk. As he stepped outside the dormitory building, slipping between knolls of students form every corner of the globe, he slipped his sunnies over his eyes and immediately stopped wincing and strolled over to his first class, making a point of avoiding human contact, all the while sipping water. Once he found the room he slumped into a seat, disregarding the people around him and made a show of being relatively ready for a class all the while wondering how boring the people here would be. His timetable said he had some psychology unit, he hadn't want to take it but his dad had suggested a little bit of understanding about how the human mind works wouldn't go astray so here he was stuck facing down a boring lesson.	Dylan Bryder Biography : Clique: Party / Prep Race: Caucasian Ethnicity / Nationality: Australian Date of Birth: November 7 Age: 17 Gender: Male Class: Sophmore Appearance: Stuck between the realms of mediocre and attractive, many would describe him as 'pleasant-looking' and possible even 'cute' from the occasional girl, he stands at 5'8 with a wiry, light athletic build despite his somewhat prodigious appetite for alcohol. He keeps his brown hair relatively short, just before the edge of growing unruly with a hint of facial hair emerging generally grown out due to a lack of effort to keep clean-shaven. He has a somewhat unremarkable face, with greyish-blue eyes and a smallish nose completing the slightly above mediocre appearance and bears the evidence of time spent in the sun with a decent sun-tan turning his skin colour somewhat darker. Enemies: Allies: Personality Alignment: Neutral Motivations: To push through high school with minimum effort and mainly focus on the social side for his last two years. Disposition: Laid-back, cheery, restless Outlook: Realistic Optimist - is generally positive with his outlook on life but to a limited extent. Religion/Philosophy: Apatheism Sexuality: Heterosexual Positive Personality Traits: Proactive, playful and heart-warming Negative Personality Traits: Blunt, careless and inconsistent Misc. Quirks: A little resentful of the fact that he was sent over to St Clarence's by his parents due to his activities at his previous school. Interests Likes: Alcohol, Cars, Football (not handegg ;) ), spending time with people Dislikes: Being told what to do, rain, being cold, any schoolwork Hobbies: Partying, hanging out with people, drinking, gaming.
8,775	249	2	783	57	Feeling the full effects of sleeping on a new bed for the fourth day in a row, Kat managed to heave herself up from the still-unfamiliar bed. She'd thought maybe she'd be used to it by now, but, apparently not. Moving here from another country, Kat found that it probably would have been easier for her to count the things she found familiar as opposed to the newer aspects of her life. But of course, there were a few things that struck out at her. The smell of the city burned her nostrils as soon as she had left the plane, hitting her hard after living in the clean, clear countryside of Western Australia for the first 17 years of her life. Instead of the homely fragrance of dry grass and eucalyptus, there was smog, sweat and something that smelt an awful lot like burning. The noise had kept her awake the first night too; even if the dorm was closer to the middle of the campus instead of the fence, she still could hear the carrying on of cars and people all night long. City that never sleeps indeed! 'First day today...' even the thoughts in her mind were coming out croaky and tired. None the less, she pulled herself out of the comfort of her blankets and stumbled over towards her bedroom door, grasping messily at the neatly pressed uniform that was hung there. Dark grey button-up vest. Egg-yolk gold skirt and tie. Black thigh-high socks. Plain white dress shirt. Aside from the vest, it was pretty close to the uniform she'd worn back home. The vest made all the difference though, hugging her waist and fitting around her torso quite well. 'Must say, having a tailored uniform makes all the difference' She hummed, feeling a bit better as the moving around made her feel a bit less stiff and a bit more agreeable. 'Not all that subtle though...' she mused thoughtfully. The bright yellow stood out, glowing pridefully in the sunlight. Fitted quite well, considering the schools reputation - not to mention the reputation of Private School's in general. After running a comb through her dark mid-length hair, Kat moved over to her desk and snatched up her thick-rimmed glasses before sitting down and feverishly shaking the mouse of her computer. The screen flickered to life, showing her the front page of her blog. She clicked refresh and let out a private, gleeful smile. Reblogs, likes - her newest post had gotten a fair bit of attention over night and seeing that always brightened her day. Her eyes wandered around the screen, finally finding the set of numbers in the bottom right- "Ah, damn." The chair spun around as she flew out of it - first day, and by the looks of it she was already well on her way to being late. She lunged at her bag, cursing at herself for only half-packing the night before. With a fell swoop, she scooped up various bits of stationary and un-packed notebooks that sat on her desk before making a beeline for the door, nearly forgetting to lock it as she left. Just as the bell rang she'd managed to make it down the hallway, giving her just enough time to slow down to a more acceptable pace as she entered the classroom. Her waltz into the classroom would have appeared quite leisurely, although the hard thud and slightly breathless sigh Kat gave as she claimed the next near the window perhaps seemed enough out of place to make her entrance seem suspicious to the teacher. Kat met the challenging stare with an expectant look, offering no words. With a almost unnoticable shake of their head, the educator turned their full attention back to the class, offering up a professional welcome to all. Drawn towards the window, Kat couldn't help but childishly think about how cool she thought it was, having her classroom up on a second floor. She could still see students down below slowly making their way towards classrooms, the various buildings that made up the campus and the uneven skyline of New York above that. 'My first day at St. Clarence High-School' her mind echoed as she reached down to her bag and pulled out her AP Psychology textbook and binder 'Hope it's not too boring.'	-------------------- Character Name: Kat Watson -------------------- -------------------- Biography -------------------- Clique: Outcast, but her obsession with pop-culture keeps her gravitated around the Geeks/Nerds. Race: Caucasian Ethnicity / Nationality: Australian Date of Birth: October 31st Age:17 Class: Sophmore Height: 5'4"/1.62m Weight: 58kg/130lbs Build: Curvy Enemies: Will Update Allies: Dylan Bryder -------------------- Personality -------------------- Alignment:Chaotic Neutral Motivations: To do the most work possible with the least effort. Would one day like to be a TV/Radio personality. Disposition: Sarcastic, though still fairly caring. She can end up flustered when shit gets real. Outlook: Kat’s outlook appears to be quite pessimistic at times, usually over-analyzing things to the point of making them seem ridiculous. Deep down though, she does enjoy the little pleasures life has to offer. Religion/Philosophy: Agnostic - “Things will always work out in the end.” Sexuality: Pansexual, but generally heteroromantic (Has the capacity to find anyone sexually attractive, but prefers men in terms of relationships and romance). Positive Personality Traits: Witty, straight-forward and has a good sense of humour. Generally quite good at resolving conflicts. Negative Personality Traits: Dry sense of humour and sarcasm may not be to everyone’s taste and even might appear snarky or hostile; can also appear to be condescending at times. Misc. Quirks: Has a bad scar on stomach following a surgical procedure – prefers not to expose it. Also plays with her hair when she’s anxious or nervous. She will also almost always wear some kind of jacket, even in summer. -------------------- Interests -------------------- Likes: Kat likes most things digital, winter, pizza and napping. Dislikes:When people A) can’t understand her/follow her thought process B) wasting her time and C) Fail to admit when they’re wrong. She also doesn’t like vegetables or hot weather. Hobbies: Writing reviews on Video-games, TV Series and Movies in her blog and browsing the internet.
8,776	249	3	1,608	194	Franke could swear that the sound of his alarm was the sound one heard at the gates of hell. He immediately silenced to dreadful screech and and sat up, stretching and trying to wake himself up. It was early and his summer sleeping schedule did not prepare him for this. He got out of bed and went for the dorm's shower. Most people were still asleep but he wanted to be ready for the first day of the new school year. He showered for about fifteen minutes before going back to his room with a towel around his waist. Franke dressed quickly in his school uniform. It had a starched stiffness to it and he had to move around to even fell comfortable. "Why is there so much gray in the uniforms?" He wondered to himself. "So drab and dull." Franke ran a thumb across one of the yellow accents, at least there was a little color. He went to the the closet and opened it up, digging deep into the pile of clothes in the back corner until he felt something cold and metal. It was his secret stash of goodies. It was a Christmas cookie tin that depicted a nature scene of a snow covered forest with little deer grazing. Inside was all sorts of drug paraphernalia, such as: His pipe, a lighter, a small baggie of pot, and ten edibles. When he opened it the stench of weed flooded from it and he inhaled it a bit. "Yummy." He said to himself. Franke grabbed a small cookie and ate it, he thought of it as a nice little way to start the day with a smile. Before he snapped the lid back on and replaced it in the recesses of his closet he noticed that his Baggie of little green buds was getting a tad light and made a mental note to get some more when he could. And with that he grabbed his backpack and left the dormitory. By now class would be starting soon and he began his way to History. As he passed through the main hall he stopped a moment and looked around. "Man. Look at all the freshies." He said eyeing at all of the people smaller than him. As he looked around he noticed how similar and dull everyone looked in the same outfit and he wondered why uniforms were mandatory. He thought it was stupid and wanted to wear his own clothes. As he thought about the uniforms he barely noticed a small freshman girl nearly get pegged by a basketball, and almost trampled by the flurry of basketball players chasing after it. He laughed it off as the church bells rang, church was never his thing and he could already feel the cookie getting to him so he ignored it and kept walking. When he got to history he took a spot in the back and waited in a giggling haze for class to start.	Character Name: Franke Finly Clique: Stoners/nerds (which I mean in terms of video games and RPGs. Not academics.) Biography: Franke grew up in a very small town as the son of two lawyers. As his years went on his peers and eventually he himself fell into the "evils" of marijuana. His parents, being good Christian folk, we're not going to have any of that and shipped him of to St. Clarence. Race: Hispanic/white Ethnicity / Nationality: American Date of Birth: April 13th Age: 17 Class: Junior Appearance: He has lightly tanned skin and his head is covered in curly brown hair that hangs just above his green eyes. Enemies: None yet Allies: None yet Personality: Generally extremely friendly and laid back. Alignment: Chaotic good Motivations: The main reason he goes to any classes is to please his parents and to lesser extent a desire to do well in life. Disposition: Calm Outlook: Very optimistic Religion/Philosophy: Agnostic "That's just like, your opinion man." Sexuality: Straight (though things could change) Positive Personality Traits: Very friendly, funny, laid back. Negative Personality Traits: Doesn't have much of a concept of "personal space", forgetful, can become very irritable. Misc. Quirks: Interests: English, History, space Likes: People, social situations, parties, pot. Dislikes: Being alone, being forced to do something, being too physically active. Hobbies: Video games, table top games, pot, TV, partying.
8,777	249	4	1,845	19	Date: 02/09/2013 Period: 01 Class: AP Psychology It’s a big hall, around 100 people can sit in each room, but it’s entirely vertical instead of raised. The seats are all separate and in a straight line, two together in the middle, three together on either side. The Professor sits there with three textbooks on the table, smiling at the students as they walk in. The room is lit by the windows - large and formidable at the other end of the room. You’re allowed time to talk to your friends, introduce yourself. Most of the students are sitting in the 4th, 5th and 6th row, and the shorter students, and several students with glasses are sitting in the middle rows and the right hand corner. The left hand corner, besides the window, is getting filled up very fast, though if it’s too uneven at the start of class, students will be pulled from the back and made to sit in front. The classroom is much, much bigger than any of the one’s she’d been in back home Kat decides quite quickly as she looks around from her seat. The décor is nice as well – all the modern-looking furniture placed symmetrically gave the room a clean and sophisticated look as opposed to just plain empty. The sound seemed to carry throughout the room – even as she sat towards the back, she was able to hear pretty much everything that was being said by the students. Shrugging to herself, Kat decides that maybe sitting on her own isn’t the best way to go about this. Her eyes are drawn to a few people dotted throughout the room who have yet to find a conversational partner, but finally come to rest on the hunched-over character in front of her, trying his best to hide from the sunlight outside. Kat pulled her bag up beside her, shoving her books back inside before digging into another pocket. From there, she pulled out a small box of paracetamol and rose from her desk, slipping back around in front of it so she could take a seat next to the brown haired boy. “Here.” She said, placing the box on the desk in front of him “Even the back of your head looks sick, mate.” Robert took a seat, still disoriented from pretty much literally having just stepped off the bus and into the campus. All registration was already done in advance and a room was already assigned along with someone from the student council to show him where that room may be. All possessions his parents deemed necessary were shipped there in advance, waiting to be unpacked. But first, he had to make it through ‘day zero’, or D-minus Zero as he liked to think of it. It was more prudent to get to know everyone around him and the situation than to worry about his own well-being, as such he was a walking-disaster, unkempt and with just a arm-load of notebooks and unsharpened pencils, and a single pen that actually worked… Behind him and to the right were the usual sort of students, preppies and intellectuals with time to spare, but nothing better to do with it than to get an early shot at a college-cred. But to the left were a few oddities… such as the shortest student he’d EVER seen in a college-level course… and he’d been taking these courses since freshman-year… Behind her was some guy that seemed allergic to sunlight, being pestered by a loud obnoxious girl with an accent. He would’ve snorted in contempt, but the New-York sulphur in the air made deep breathing a bit more problematic for the first few hours, he unceremoniously unloaded his college-ruled note-papers onto the desk, thus clearly marking it as his territory, and sat down. He already knew he’d have to work with at least some of these people… best figure out which ones were least likely to shiv him and steal his work now instead of one hour before finals… Getting to the room slightly early was both a blessing and a curse, a blessing in the he’d found a good seat by the window where he could wedge himself between the seat and the wall, leaving a good place to rest his head. The curse part was that there was a slight beam of sunlight breaking through near his face so he was stuck in a place of both comfort and disturbance. A quick glance around the room revealed that the majority of the people in the room so far seemed to be the more enthusiastic and straight-laced members of the school so he was in some illustrious company so far. He had his laptop out on the desk, mindlessly tapping on the keys trying unsuccessfully to stave off the looming threat of boredom. He heard the sounds of someone moving into his row but paid little attention, his eyes blankly looking at the computer screen, his head feeling like it contained a thousand burning hot needles. He heard a girl’s voice, presumably from the higher pitch, offering him something and commenting on his general under-the-weather appearance. Looking up he saw a girl he could pass as cute, standing next to him offering a box of what appeared to be paracetamol, a god-given cure for his current situation and a chance to regain something vaguely resembling life for the day. His befuddled brain, grindingly processing what was going on finally got the sense to recognise the voice as a somewhat homebound accent, that of his native Australia. The thought that maybe he wasn’t the only Australian at the school was a boon, maybe it wouldn’t be such a boring school after all. He gladly extended his hand, wincing slightly as the movement disturbed his precarious state and took the packet from her hand as he said “Cheers, it’s looking a bit touch and go right now, it certainly wasn’t this bad when I woke up.” He quickly popped two tablets out of the packet and swallowed them with a sip of water, being somewhat careful as they went down to ensure that’s where they remained. He sealed the box up and handed it back to her saying in a rather gravelly voice “I’m Dylan Bryder by the way, just transferred in from Australia, judging by the accent you’re another export over here?” Bella didn’t know why she chose that seat, she went to it almost as if the GPS drove her to it, but as she sat down and looked at it, the red dot that was her blipped as if in achievement of reaching it’s destination. She sighed, looking down. If this were her previous school, she’d be dancing right now. Dancing as though she had never danced before and would never dance again. She stood up after keeping her bag down, she liked carrying her books around, it made her feel more comfortable with herself, and looked around as she stood up, before pushing down her peacoat. She caught it in time though as it slipped off her thin shoulders to the desk behind her. You couldn’t see the bones, well, not yet anyway, and she looked behind as the arm of the coat fell on the desk of the person behind her. She took it up quickly, making sure it caused no harm and then folded it into her bag. Folding big things into little things. She should write that on her resume because it was an art! It was then that she heard it, the conversation behind her, or the start of it. She turned to look at him, and understood what the fancy accent girl meant when she said he looked sick. Just then she received a message and then sighed. “I told you I’ll be at practice in the evening. I’m cutting back to go to school.” She told her director. There was a reply almost instantly, she was surprised to think how this man’s fingers worked. Yes but the show… “If you don’t trust I can do it with the hours I am putting in, chose someone else. I’ve done Coppélia a thousand times, it’s easy.” That’s why we want you, you’ve done it a hundred times. For different Directors. People will only understand my version of it when compared to that of… He was rambling again. For God’s sake Jean, put yourself together! She wanted to yell at the man, he was always like this in New York, he wasn’t any better in Paris but New York gave him jitters. “I told you, I’m cutting back to go to school. Daddy had to call a lot of people to get me here and I want good grades.” She replied. “If you want me to come in earlier, come pick me up after school. 4PM sound good?” But Bella just liked abusing him because he took it. It made her feel important. Much much more powerful. But she sighed. She wanted to be dancing not in a stupid task, and then she put her phone away. Looking up at the teacher. Jean’s non immediate reply meant he was happy with how things turned out. But she wasn’t. She had missed the chance to get into the conversation behind her – what could she have said anyway? And by the way the teacher looked at her, she knew he had caught her texting. It was just then that she saw him, why the hell was he so tall? One of his parents must have been a great oak and the other an anorexic yeti. She had met tall dancers in her life, she had danced with them, she held her own against a 6”0’ Marcius in Swan Lake. But this guy seemed way taller than him and that was something she thought to be… impossible. She shrugged, feeling much closer to the ground and much off her high horse. She looked back at the teacher who grinned evilly. Professor Wilke tried to keep smiling with all the students coming in, but once they had filtered in he stood up, surprised that there was silence after almost half an hour of just noise after noise. Most of them knew the rules, they had been there before, but he could see several new faces now, and he sighed louder, one with her face buried in the phone. As usual these children had no respect for anyone. “Good Morning Students.” He started, “Welcome to St. Clarence High School.” Some of the students who knew him answered back, wished him the same, chipper than usual, but it was just the first day, they’d learn to hate him soon enough, he thought to himself a little jokingly. But more than the girl with the cellphone, what worried the Professor was the tall lanky boy, who looked as though he had just emptied the school supply. “Here you. Boy. Take your bag to one of the chairs back, and get only one book back. Sit next to this nice young lady here.” He said, pointing at Bella, “Both of you can help each other on your new day in school!” Only when the boy sat next to her did he realize the err of his ways. He could barely see the little thing now, which would only encourage her to text more. But there was nothing he could do about it now, and he sighed going along, looking around the classroom, mumbling something about being “Roughed up during the journey to school!” “I’m not going to bother with introductions today, I’ll get to know each and every one of you in my own way and telling me your names will not help me.” “Well.” He said, grinning “First off, write a little page about what you think of Psychology and why you took it!” He smiled as there was a flurry to get pages and pens out to finish the task he gave them! Kat’s lips curled into a smile as the boy called Dylan handed her back the box and introduced himself. Though she didn’t know Dylan, it made her feel a lot better knowing that there was someone else here far away from home, though hearing the accent – or rather, lack of to hear ears, was somewhat of a surprise. “Oh wow, didn’t expect anyone else from home to be here” she said sheepishly, running a hand through her hair. “Not an unpleasant surprise though. My name’s Kat Watson, nice to meet you.” She wanted to start up another conversation, but apparently the teacher had other plans. After a length introduction which left with nothing more than “write something about psychology”, Kat made a small, annoyed sound and reached back over to her bag, putting the box of paracetamol away and pulling out her books and binder once again. Channelling her cynicism, Kat began to pour out onto paper EXACTLY what she thought of Psychology. Despite having picked the elective and having enjoy previous psychology classes, she couldn’t help but resist pointing out the underlying crude nature of the subject. Finding more personal amusement in discussing certain Freudian theories above anything else, Kat’s finally came to a rest. Quickly re-reading what she wrote, there was something of a second thought about if this was actually a good idea or not. “Oh well.” She decided, now spinning her pen between her fingers “Hopefully this dude has a sense of humor”. Rob fumed silently as he had to gather his loose notebooks, and move most of them to the back of the class in perhaps the most public humiliation a teacher can bestow upon a student, and took a single notepad and pen to the desk beside the short dancer. He felt like blaming someone for this decision, but there wasn’t anyone left to blame besides himself. The student he’d been placed besides was young, this much he was now certain of. She was new here, and rather well-financed judging by how her eyes were secretly glued to the smartphone hidden in her lap. How she delicately hid the thick woolen pea-coat was an impressive slight-of-hand he hadn’t seen very often, usually only learned later out of necessity rather than by an early whim. He leaned back in his chair as he silently contemplated how to respond to the professor's question, his notebook conspicuously remained closed on his desk. Robert never studied for exams, he believed he either learned his lessons well enough to know them forever, or hadn’t learned anything at all yet. He then glanced back at the new student, genuinely curious why a freshman actually wanted to tackle such a difficult course so early. After counting all one hundred and twenty-two ceiling-tiles, Rob sighed and opened his notebook, then whispered aside to the freshman “So why are you taking this course?” “I didn’t think I’d meet another Aussie over here either, apparently there’s was something wrong with the crowd I was with back in my Perth school so instead I got flung across to this side of the world to some fancy school. Parents, hey?” he said jestingly to the girl before he was somewhat rudely interrupted a flying jacket sleeve sliding across his desk before suddenly disappearing where it’d come from, one second it was there the next it was gone. Trying to focus on the quick movement made his head spin and he did his best to stay upright. He looked up again to see the teacher dressing down some lanky fuck for bringing too many books nearly causing Dylan to laugh. What a teacher, somehow he got the feeling the tall guy wouldn’t be happy about it and just to make it worse he was made to sit down next to the girl in front of him who barely looked like she’d hit puberty. Great now he had some skin and bone skyscraper blocking his view, although on a positive note he could now hide from the guy’s view somewhat easier. He slid a little further down into his chair, allowing the guy’s somewhat greasy hair to block the teacher from view, creating the perfect education situation for his current predicament. He was then asked to write down their perception of psychology onto a piece of paper. Taking a few seconds to think about it, he scribbled down some notes about human mentality and where it could be exploited. “I hope he does too, it’ll make this class somewhat more easily” he said to Kat while idly playing with the sheet of paper. Pree: Bella wasn’t sure what to write, but by the time she got her book out and began digging for her pen, she realized she didn’t have one. It was just then that Agnes’ voice floated back into her head, “Well, I’m going to have you talk to a student today, and that’s when you’ll think of me.” She forgot to pack her writing things! How could she?! This was more than humiliating. She took her cell out as the big boy sat next to her, and then put her cell back inside, sitting up right looking at the teacher as if he had shot her dog. Why her? Why HIM? Why was he so tall? She pouted at him, glaring a little but stopping and looking back at her sheet of paper, staring and then looking at the empty page of the boy next to her. She turned to him and then looked up, wondering what he was looking at. She hoped it wasn’t a spider, she hated spiders. She sighed and then listened more to the conversation between the two behind her. They said words funnily, and it was fancy but it made her giggle. Kat Watson, that was the girl’s name though she hadn’t gotten a good look of her as yet. She then sighed, stretching her legs, feeling a bit caved in with a big tall rock standing next to her. Or, sitting more like it. Aussie? Were they Australians? She was at the Sydney Opera House once, she performed several shows there! She was about to turn around and join the conversation, when she decided against it. Talking was never a necessity in ballet school, there was always sound, music, and dance, and that eye contact, a gentle brush of the hand was enough to convey more than words could. Once she sat there helping a girl put her shoes on, best girl she’d ever met, they never spoke a word! That’s when the boy asked her the question, making her jump. He sounded nice. “Ello.” She told him, before she realized there was a question. “Because this is a college credit course!” She answered, “I’m hoping to get into a good college and study hard and become a college graduate!” Of course if she was dancing right now, she wouldn’t have that, that would be a more non achievable back up plan and she’d have to retire by 30. She shivered a bit herself, as she remembered as a young one, making fun of all these ‘old people’ coming to dance. And she never wanted to dance again. Not after the last production, the one that her dad directed. But she couldn’t get out of it entirely, too many questions, too much requests, the stardom – the fame. Her friend told her she wouldn’t last six months in this life. This was her prime and she was already doing so well. “Do. You. Um. Pen?” She asked the boy next to her softly. What the hell would she write on this page? She didn’t know one thing about Psychology. She just randomly took courses that had AP in front of them and seemed easy. Rob smiled, and produced his only working writing utensil. “Afraid I’ve only got one.” He paused, then gently lead his pen on her desk. He wondered what she thought of him, and resumed gazing at the ceiling, floor, the irritated teacher, the tops of the windows, then let his sight settle on the desks by the window; including the students in those desks. He could make-out her features plainly. She was young and short, but the freckles told a tale of living out in the sun. Not just in good weather, but actually living most of her life under bright lights. So he decided to take a poke in the dark and ask another question: “Do you happen to know any good parks?” Kat chuckled and nodded in reply, leaning back in her chair and stretching. She couldn’t believe it, but up until now she had failed to notice the miss-matched pair sitting in front of Kat and her new acquaintance. It would be boring for her to just label them as boy and girl, but in reality their heights completely contrasted one another to the point of it being ridiculous. Next to her, she looked like a hobbit, and while she was sitting next to him, he looked like the illegitimate child of slenderman. She felt for Dylan though, having to sit directly behind the tallest guy in class. That feeling left quite quickly as she saw him sink down further into his seat, effectively making him invisible to the teacher at the front. “Sooo…” Kat began, folding her arms behind her head “Which class are you in? Actually, how the hell do these class things actually work? I…I think I’m a Sophomore?” Kat shook her head with a sigh. “Just couldn’t make it easy for everyone and have year 10,11, and 12 or something could they, instead of screwing around with ‘Freshmen’ and ‘Sophomore’?” she continued nonchalantly, taking the time to gaze out the window. As dull as it was to talk about the weather, Kat couldn’t help but take the slowly darkening skies into account. Perhaps she should have worn her winter uniform today like she was supposed to, although the calling to wear a vest had apparently been too strong for her to deny at the time. When the president of the student council requested special dispensation for the student council to attend some sort of emergency meeting, it always made Spencer spend more time wondering in trepidation rather than actually walking towards the council room. She reckoned that the president must have read the year-end student council editorial in the St. Clarence Herald. Announcing that Spencer was a girl was done in the lowest key way possible. On the eve of the final texts heading to the press, she added the line “And Spencer Bishop is actually female. But she does not mind all those Valentine Day chocolates girls give her.” into the final text. The first thing she noticed when she stepped into the council room was the President, seated down at a large round table and peering over a photo. Peering, perhaps, was an understated word, considering the beads of sweat rolling down the face of the waif of a president. The girl shot a glare towards Spencer that could cut down trees. A chill went down Spencer’s spine, but she held her ground and her expression. “You mention this in an editorial like that but not to any of us?!” Spencer forced a pathetic smile. This probably wasn’t the reason that Lisa called the council into meeting, but it shocked her all the same. “Sorry,” was all Spencer could say. Lisa clenched her teeth and shook her head furiously, as if to shake the thought out of her head. As Spencer took a seat beside the round council table, she noticed the rest of the council members. Especially Charlie, the miniscule black-haired council member that could be mistaken for a middle school kid. It was hard not to notice him when he was glaring just as hard as Lisa was. “You’re taller than me. How the hell is that even possible?!” Spencer straightened out her tie and smiled weakly at Charlie.	Name: Bellatrix Annalise O’Corcrain Clique: Musical Theatre Lovers Biography Ethnicity / Nationality: Caucasian/ Half American / Half Irish Gender: Female Date of Birth: 14/09/1998 Age: 15 Class: Freshman Appearance: Personality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Motivations: Religion: Roman Catholic Sexuality: Pansexual Misc. Quirks: Obsessed about Spencer Bishop Likes: Pears; Oranges; Spencer; Ballet Dancing; Trigonometry Dislikes: Physics; Bananas; Girls/Guys hitting on Spencer Hobbies: Ballet Dancing, Only. History: Bella has been dancing ballet since she was 7 years old. She has been in every yearly performance by her ballet school, but never in a lead role. Bella’s mother was a ballet dancer from Chicago who had a fleeting romance with an Irish dancer in his prime, who left before Bella was born. The loss of her career due to her pregnancy made Charlette drink and the sudden change of lifestyle had her die of alcohol poisoning when Bella was 12. Bella’s father provides for her financially and she lives with an appointed caretaker.
8,778	249	5	1,845	19	Bella pouted when she realized he only had one. She thought she’d ask the people behind her, the Australian! When he pushed his pen carefully on to her desk. “But aren’t you going to use it?” She asked him, taking the little pen, and then watched him resuming to stare at the ceiling. She then looked at the teacher who seemed mad – at her, for some reason and then began scribbling down several points on the pros and cons for taking AP Psychology, but mainly the need for it and it’s uses in various other college courses and how useful it would be to know the information! When she had done, she was just reading – trying to fix typos when he asked about… “Parks?” She repeated unsurely, and then shrugged. “Sure, I know a couple. I’ll take you to them later or something, I did a street show at Central Park once, it was loud. But they gave us some sort of tour and there are cute duck feeding places through the park. Once I went through there and you wouldn’t believe it, there was a wedding and I caught a bloody bouquet – and I swear on God a woman tried to run me over for it.” She mumbled “Do you like parks?” She asked, passing the pen to him, looking at the teacher she realized he was still angry and still staring at her. “Uhm. Can you please start writing?” She asked him, passing the pen into his hand and nudging him constantly. “The teacher is looking at us. Write that it will help you understand the human psyche and what not!” she urged him. “Also.” She smiled at him, “My name is Bellatrix Annalise O’Corcrain. What’s your name? Where are you from?”	Name: Bellatrix Annalise O’Corcrain Clique: Musical Theatre Lovers Biography Ethnicity / Nationality: Caucasian/ Half American / Half Irish Gender: Female Date of Birth: 14/09/1998 Age: 15 Class: Freshman Appearance: Personality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Motivations: Religion: Roman Catholic Sexuality: Pansexual Misc. Quirks: Obsessed about Spencer Bishop Likes: Pears; Oranges; Spencer; Ballet Dancing; Trigonometry Dislikes: Physics; Bananas; Girls/Guys hitting on Spencer Hobbies: Ballet Dancing, Only. History: Bella has been dancing ballet since she was 7 years old. She has been in every yearly performance by her ballet school, but never in a lead role. Bella’s mother was a ballet dancer from Chicago who had a fleeting romance with an Irish dancer in his prime, who left before Bella was born. The loss of her career due to her pregnancy made Charlette drink and the sudden change of lifestyle had her die of alcohol poisoning when Bella was 12. Bella’s father provides for her financially and she lives with an appointed caretaker.
8,779	249	6	1,197	1,233	Kat showed a surprisingly level of confusion with the American class system as he did which was rather reassuring to see, he wasn’t the only one in the dark here. “I believe I’m a Sophmore as well, at least that’s what my paperwork says. But who knows, maybe counting is just a little too logical for the Yanks. They certainly haven’t got the easiest system to understand” he replied back to Kat, somewhat smirking at the sheer stupidity of the system. It never ceased to amaze him how some people managed to take something excessively simply and complicate it just to inflate their own ego, as if to try and increase how fancy their schooling system was. He saw the tall guy hand his only pen across to the short-ass and laughed inwardly as he heard it was the guy's only pen, what sort of muppet brought that many books but only one pen? He also saw them seemingly play with the pen between them and he though awww how cute, the two like each other and a slight smile danced across his face breaking his somewhat gloomy mood. However that slight burst of extended thought processes backfired as the needles started jabbing again in his head albeit slightly reducing due to the ever increasing dulling effects of the paracetamol. “So where in Australia do you hail from and what’d you do wrong to get sent off here?” he asked Kat, turning to look at her once again, glad that the conveniently sized student in front of him blocked the view of the teacher although Kat would probably have to be more vigilant.	Dylan Bryder Biography : Clique: Party / Prep Race: Caucasian Ethnicity / Nationality: Australian Date of Birth: November 7 Age: 17 Gender: Male Class: Sophmore Appearance: Stuck between the realms of mediocre and attractive, many would describe him as 'pleasant-looking' and possible even 'cute' from the occasional girl, he stands at 5'8 with a wiry, light athletic build despite his somewhat prodigious appetite for alcohol. He keeps his brown hair relatively short, just before the edge of growing unruly with a hint of facial hair emerging generally grown out due to a lack of effort to keep clean-shaven. He has a somewhat unremarkable face, with greyish-blue eyes and a smallish nose completing the slightly above mediocre appearance and bears the evidence of time spent in the sun with a decent sun-tan turning his skin colour somewhat darker. Enemies: Allies: Personality Alignment: Neutral Motivations: To push through high school with minimum effort and mainly focus on the social side for his last two years. Disposition: Laid-back, cheery, restless Outlook: Realistic Optimist - is generally positive with his outlook on life but to a limited extent. Religion/Philosophy: Apatheism Sexuality: Heterosexual Positive Personality Traits: Proactive, playful and heart-warming Negative Personality Traits: Blunt, careless and inconsistent Misc. Quirks: A little resentful of the fact that he was sent over to St Clarence's by his parents due to his activities at his previous school. Interests Likes: Alcohol, Cars, Football (not handegg ;) ), spending time with people Dislikes: Being told what to do, rain, being cold, any schoolwork Hobbies: Partying, hanging out with people, drinking, gaming.
8,780	249	7	846	707	“Parks?” She repeated unsurely, and then shrugged. “Sure, I know a couple. I’ll take you to them later or something, I did a street show at Central Park once, it was loud. But they gave us some sort of tour and there are cute duck feeding places through the park. Once I went through there and you wouldn’t believe it, there was a wedding and I caught a bloody bouquet – and I swear on God a woman tried to run me over for it.” She mumbled“Do you like parks?” She asked, passing the pen to him, looking at the teacher she realized he was still angry and still staring at her. “Uhm. Can you please start writing?” She asked him, passing the pen into his hand and nudging him constantly. “The teacher is looking at us. Write that it will help you understand the human psyche and what not!” she urged him. “Also.” She smiled at him, “My name is Bellatrix Annalise O’Corcrain. What’s your name? Where are you from?” "You could say I grew up in the parks and resservations," Mr cunningham answered as he took the pen and began scribling about how psychology was a narrow field of study of sociology, often focusing more on the individal unit and how their interactions with other modify behavior over time; that he was taking it not-only for the credit, but also to apply that knowledge in his daily activites, at all times, and there will be nothing he can do to stop it (nor is he permited to ._.) "By the way, Bella, my name is Rob. Robert Cunningham of the land where the women are strong, the men are good-looking, and the children are above-average." He saw the teacher still glaring at them, for continuing to fraternize on his time, while quite possibly writing the shortest essays ever. He responded by flipping the page, and writing a series of seven numbers, with a dash between the third and fourth digits. It was his phone-number, which he quickly comoflauged as some random-ass math problem dealing with the ratio of ceiling-tiles to floor-tiles in the school. Although he made sure to underline the phone-number followed by a winking-emote in the magin just in case she missed it.	Character Name: Robert Cunningham \| Clique: Isolated outsider from the Indian Resservation Biography Race: Norse-Caucasian \| Ethnicity / Nationality: : American, with a tinge of native upbringing before being sent to St Clarence to be more 'civilized' Date of Birth: September 18 \| Age: 17 \| Class: Junior \| Recent transfer-student Appearance: Six-foot even with unreasonably long arms, bespeckled, and often letting his sun-bleached red hair grow long "for insulation" come wintertime. Enemies: n/a \| Allies: n/a Other: Is the youngest brother of a highly accomplished and accredited family, is often viewed as something of a screw-up in progress in the shadow of his elders' accomplishments. Personality Alignment: Chaotic good Motivations/Disposition: The needs of the many outwiegh the needs of the self, due in part to an abysmal self-esteem. Outlook/Religion/Philosophy: Pantelism, Final judgement already happened. You've already been saved so stop screwing it up for the rest of us. Sexuality: Hetrosex Positive Personality Traits: Generally selfless Negative Personality Traits: Callous disregard for authority or personal safety Misc. Quirks: Repository of trivia not taught (or actively suppressed) in the classroom Interests Likes: Refferance books, tech-manuals, in-depth anectdotal accounts of inspired awesome Dislikes: Spending time outside in the rain, being lectured, having to foresake a social-life to keep his grades up Hobbies: Rifle shooting and archery. Hopeful to get a fully-sponsored college scholarship into a career in crimminal justice/investigation. ha!
8,781	249	8	783	57	Kat was pleased that Dylan agreed with her as opposed to thinking that she was an idiot for not grasping to concept - even more so when it turned out that he was also a sophmore. Guess she was going to have a new friend after all. Suddenly aware of the fact that she shouldn't really be talking in class, Kat placed a hand in front of her mouth, hiding the fact she was talking. To anyone else, she would have looked like she was thinking really hard. "I'm from WA" She replied as her fingers began to play with a small lock of hair. "My grandparents sent me here because..." She trailed off, looking down at herself momentarily before snapping back to reality. "They thought I needed to get away from home for a while. This school came high-recommended, and what's further away than the other side of the world than America." "How about you?" Kat followed, throwing a glance at the boy beside her, who was looking quite comfortable while out of site of the teacher.	-------------------- Character Name: Kat Watson -------------------- -------------------- Biography -------------------- Clique: Outcast, but her obsession with pop-culture keeps her gravitated around the Geeks/Nerds. Race: Caucasian Ethnicity / Nationality: Australian Date of Birth: October 31st Age:17 Class: Sophmore Height: 5'4"/1.62m Weight: 58kg/130lbs Build: Curvy Enemies: Will Update Allies: Dylan Bryder -------------------- Personality -------------------- Alignment:Chaotic Neutral Motivations: To do the most work possible with the least effort. Would one day like to be a TV/Radio personality. Disposition: Sarcastic, though still fairly caring. She can end up flustered when shit gets real. Outlook: Kat’s outlook appears to be quite pessimistic at times, usually over-analyzing things to the point of making them seem ridiculous. Deep down though, she does enjoy the little pleasures life has to offer. Religion/Philosophy: Agnostic - “Things will always work out in the end.” Sexuality: Pansexual, but generally heteroromantic (Has the capacity to find anyone sexually attractive, but prefers men in terms of relationships and romance). Positive Personality Traits: Witty, straight-forward and has a good sense of humour. Generally quite good at resolving conflicts. Negative Personality Traits: Dry sense of humour and sarcasm may not be to everyone’s taste and even might appear snarky or hostile; can also appear to be condescending at times. Misc. Quirks: Has a bad scar on stomach following a surgical procedure – prefers not to expose it. Also plays with her hair when she’s anxious or nervous. She will also almost always wear some kind of jacket, even in summer. -------------------- Interests -------------------- Likes: Kat likes most things digital, winter, pizza and napping. Dislikes:When people A) can’t understand her/follow her thought process B) wasting her time and C) Fail to admit when they’re wrong. She also doesn’t like vegetables or hot weather. Hobbies: Writing reviews on Video-games, TV Series and Movies in her blog and browsing the internet.
8,782	249	9	280	163	Background music: x "Dépêchez-vous, nous allons être en retard!" Maria's father, Adrien, called to her hurriedly. Maria paused to look at the older man with a shocked expression, "what did you just call me?!" She said in a mock-angry tone. Adrien snorted, "very funny. I said for you to hurry up. The taxi is here and we're both going to be late for our first day." Maria let out a giggle before she quickly shoved the last bits and pieces of her art supplies and school books into her back before strutting out the door with a chuckling Adrien following closely behind. "Surely your French hasn't gotten that bad. I mean, your English and Japanese are perfect .. But mostly because you watch those shitty cartoons all the time.." Maria elbowed her father as they walked towards the brightly coloured taxi in front of them. "It's called anime. But to be honest, I'm not as into it as much anymore." Adrien sighed, "well, that's bad. Considering your mother probably has a basket full of different anime DVDs and mangos for you when she returns from Japan." Maria bit her lip to stop her from laughing. "It's manga, dad." He gave her a confused look before shrugging, "isn't that what I said?" Squishing into the yellow vehicle, Adrien threw an arm over his daughters shoulder, hugging her close before mock-crying. "Ma petite fille est tout grandie!" which basically translated in English to 'my little girl is all grown up!'. Maria rolled her eyes and hugged her dad back lovingly. "Not yet, I still have a few more years left with you and mom." Adrien smiled, tilting his head in a 'yeah, I guess' sort of way. The two sat in silence for the rest of the drive, which took roughly 20 minutes. Maria loved living in New York. I mean, she loved living in Japan and France too, but the American lifestyle was truly for her - well she thought so anyway. Her mother thought she was more for the Japanese way of living, because of her polite and reserved nature. Her French father on the other hand, argued that Maria was more for French living, with her artistic talent and opened-mindededness. Buildings passed, as did her thoughts. Maria couldn't help her nervousness for her first day back. I mean, no one really talked to her, so that was a plus, but just being surrounded by so many people - she wondered how she managed to survive in New York for so long. Before she knew it, her father pulled her out of her daze with a kiss on her cheek. "This is me!" Maria waved as her father left the taxi to make his way into a particularly tall building. It was a Law firm. As the taxi started moving with the traffic, Maria watched as the building flew by and in what felt like a matter of seconds, she was facing the front of St. Clarence. Tossing the amount of money she owed the taxi driver, she said a small thank you and scooted over the leather seats of the vehicle before taking a step outside. Shutting the door behind her, the winter air was cool and crisp. Just how she liked it. Tucking a lock of her wavy dark haired behind her ear, Maria walked into the gates of her school. She managed to kill time sketching, but to be honest, she didn't really feel like drawing. Not in front of all these bozos anyway. Changing the song on her phone to Swimmers by Broken Social Scene, she figured this song would get her into a bit of a happier mood to be here, also it made her laugh listening to this particular band cause it reminded her of how much of a big fuckin' hipster she was when it came to music, Maria couldn't help but snort. She had been lucky to pause her song at the right time because at that very moment, the bell had rang. Picking up all of her belongings, she made her way to AP Psychology. She honestly had no idea why she chose that class, considering she was pretty much, well, shit at any sort of science, but the idea of learning about how people think and feel was kind of interesting. And she figured it'd help her if she ever took up writing. Walking into the class instantly made her stomach ache. There weren't a lot of people at the moment, but she knew the class would fill soon enough. She nodded to the teacher at the front and quietly made her way to her favourite seat . It wasn't too far that she couldn't hear the teacher but it was far enough that she wouldn't get picked on in class. Also, she loved how the sunlight from the windows warmed her up. Letting out a happy sigh, Maria started unpacking her things, humming happily.	Character Name: Maria Ito Clique: Artsy/Outcast Race: Caucasian/Asian \| French/Japanese Date of Birth: August 5th Age: 16 Class: Junior Appearance: 5 ft 2 \| 116 lbs \| Constantly has dark circles and paint in her hair and unfirom. Enemies: None at the moment Allies: Will updaate Personality: People assume she's shy because she doesn't talk much, but to be fair, she really has nothing to say most of the time. She expresses herself with her art and tends be 'off with the fairies' half the time. She's awful with advice and almost always avoids conflict or confrontation. (She has a wicked sense of humour though!) Alignment: Neutral good Motivations: Her art! Outlook: "The future is kind of hazy, so make best with whats clearly in front of you now" Religion/Philosophy: Shinto/She believes there are spirits and things around, just quietly. Sexuality: Heterosexual Positive Personality Traits: Good judge of character, knows where she's going in life, hard worker, open-minded. Negative Personality Traits: Naive, too trusting, doesn't speak up for herself at times. Misc. Quirks: Can fist her fist in her fist. She's also trilingual - being fluent in French, Japanese and English! Likes: Art, reading, TV shows, anime, languages, Dislikes: The sun, running, allergies, cats, maths. Hobbies: Drawing, painting, sculpting, chewing gum and listening to music!
8,783	249	10	1,197	1,233	The class was going pretty slowly, he'd not heard from the teacher for a while and everyone seemed more intent on chatting then learning about the human psyche which suited Dylan just fine right now. Plus he had the somewhat entrancing Kat next to him and a front row seat to some entertainment in the form of the mos mismatched pair he'd ever seen seemingly intent on hooking up in this auditorium, this seemed to be school completely different to the outside view. He watched as Kat rather intelligently used her hand to cover her mouth to talk to him, he liked this girl, she was crafty and seemingly more than prepared; a worthy friend to keep at school. Plus she was doing the same units which could always come in handy at assessment time. "Fancy that, I'm from WA too, more the Perth Metro area though; oh yeah fair enough, sounds like a solid enough reason! I got sent here because apparently I was in with the wrong crowd in my last school, something about rocking up to an assembly half-cut didn't please my parents or my school so I got shipped off the America. Which doesn't seem like much of punishment unless this is one of those prudish old schools in which case this could be a rather harsh punishment". He realized he was overtalking just a slight bit for the situation so he contented himself to shutup and wait for Kat's reply.	Dylan Bryder Biography : Clique: Party / Prep Race: Caucasian Ethnicity / Nationality: Australian Date of Birth: November 7 Age: 17 Gender: Male Class: Sophmore Appearance: Stuck between the realms of mediocre and attractive, many would describe him as 'pleasant-looking' and possible even 'cute' from the occasional girl, he stands at 5'8 with a wiry, light athletic build despite his somewhat prodigious appetite for alcohol. He keeps his brown hair relatively short, just before the edge of growing unruly with a hint of facial hair emerging generally grown out due to a lack of effort to keep clean-shaven. He has a somewhat unremarkable face, with greyish-blue eyes and a smallish nose completing the slightly above mediocre appearance and bears the evidence of time spent in the sun with a decent sun-tan turning his skin colour somewhat darker. Enemies: Allies: Personality Alignment: Neutral Motivations: To push through high school with minimum effort and mainly focus on the social side for his last two years. Disposition: Laid-back, cheery, restless Outlook: Realistic Optimist - is generally positive with his outlook on life but to a limited extent. Religion/Philosophy: Apatheism Sexuality: Heterosexual Positive Personality Traits: Proactive, playful and heart-warming Negative Personality Traits: Blunt, careless and inconsistent Misc. Quirks: A little resentful of the fact that he was sent over to St Clarence's by his parents due to his activities at his previous school. Interests Likes: Alcohol, Cars, Football (not handegg ;) ), spending time with people Dislikes: Being told what to do, rain, being cold, any schoolwork Hobbies: Partying, hanging out with people, drinking, gaming.
8,784	249	11	1,845	19	The first class of the year was always chaos. Too many people, too many students, most of whom needed to find their friends for the rest of the year on that day for them to fit in like everyone else. People who don’t do that don’t end up doing very well, the teachers always noted, and hence the first hour was always burner. There were essays no one read, some teachers made students stand up and say embarrassing things about themselves in front of a crowd of strangers, others tried to keep apart the people from last year who had been too much trouble to be worth it. Professor Wilke cared, he wanted to know what the students said and thought about his subject, but half an hour in and he had given up, not even telling them to keep their voices down, and he began getting his glasses out and walking around, taking papers from those who had bothered writing anything. He then saw the girl with her cell phone again, but she put it away and handed him the paper. She had written quite a lot and quiet and in a neat hand writing, and then the other boy. When the teacher left she said, “I’m giving you a call so your can save my number!” She blushed when she looked at him, but then recoiled when he stretched his hand, it took her a second to take his hand and she giggled at him, “No one does that anymore you know! “And then she took his pen and wrote a nice little smiley next to his. But before she could continue their conversation the bell had rung and Bella got up, smiling at him, “Robby!” She said, “Have fun at the next class. Call me if you want to go see parks!” She said, and then hopped away to her next class. She was able to find it easily yet again, and she sat down next to some random girl who chewed gum loudly. They shared their names but she didn’t want to share much else with a girl like that, especially one who wore her skirt so short! She scribbled notes down as she thought about Rob for some time and forgot about him, this teacher was much stricter, and she had managed to acquire a pen before then and started scribbling down things, even if she didn’t understand them!	Name: Bellatrix Annalise O’Corcrain Clique: Musical Theatre Lovers Biography Ethnicity / Nationality: Caucasian/ Half American / Half Irish Gender: Female Date of Birth: 14/09/1998 Age: 15 Class: Freshman Appearance: Personality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Motivations: Religion: Roman Catholic Sexuality: Pansexual Misc. Quirks: Obsessed about Spencer Bishop Likes: Pears; Oranges; Spencer; Ballet Dancing; Trigonometry Dislikes: Physics; Bananas; Girls/Guys hitting on Spencer Hobbies: Ballet Dancing, Only. History: Bella has been dancing ballet since she was 7 years old. She has been in every yearly performance by her ballet school, but never in a lead role. Bella’s mother was a ballet dancer from Chicago who had a fleeting romance with an Irish dancer in his prime, who left before Bella was born. The loss of her career due to her pregnancy made Charlette drink and the sudden change of lifestyle had her die of alcohol poisoning when Bella was 12. Bella’s father provides for her financially and she lives with an appointed caretaker.
8,785	249	12	506	29	Rutherford had sat in the back, keeping to himself. This was his final year at this school, and he had made some friends in the school but was mostly quiet. He noticed the other group but didn't join in since he was too far from them and didn't feel like yelling. He notice how everyone seemed to be loud and noisy, he had turn in his paper, As the bell rang, he went his next class. He took a seat in the middle this time, and look around seeing any new people were in the class or not. He took out his pen, filling out the information the teacher wanted and then looked over the class info, He smiled at a friend as the teacher started talking, he then went to take his notes. In his mind, he was thinking what was going to happen after this year and what was going to happen this year also. These thoughts danced through his head as he listened to the teacher's lecture.	Rutherford Alexander Outsider Biography Race: White Ethnicity / Nationality: American (English/German) Date of Birth: May 4, 1997 Age: 17 Class: Senior Appearance: 6'5", Brown hair, green eyes, Enemies: None Allies: None Personality Alignment: Chaotic Good Motivations: School, being helpful to others Disposition: A loner, kinda odd Outlook: Happy go lucky, keeps his problems to himself mostly Religion/Philosophy: Christian/Liberal Sexuality: Straight Positive Personality Traits: Helpful, Friendly Negative Personality Traits: Sloppy, Procrastinator, Forgetful Misc. Quirks: talks to himself Interests Likes: History, Military, Outdoors Dislikes: Rude people, haters Hobbies: Reading, Outdoors, Writing, Playing video games
8,786	249	13	783	57	((Shit guys, I'm really sorry it's taken so long to do this >_< Hopefully you all haven't given up yet...)) Kat snorted slightly once the teacher had come around and collected their pages – obviously he must have just given up. She wasn’t sure whether or not to be surprised – this was supposed to be a fancy-ass prep school, surely they would have had teachers with a bit more resolve than that? But she supposed it was the first day of the year – not giving new students the chance to socialize and make friends was a bad idea anyways. “It is a prudish, old school – but I suppose it’s not all that bad. The facilities that I’ve seen all look really top notch, so they’re obviously putting the money to places where it counts.” Kat replied, looking around the room for emphasis. “Although, I still don’t really think that ‘hanging with the wrong crowd’ totally warrants sending you halfway around the world…” She added with a slightly frown. “I mean, I’ve never really spent a lot of time in the city before, I lived in one of the more rural towns south of Perth. Bit of a shock to be here to tell you the truth – the sky looks different, and the smell is god awful.” “I guess it’s still an opportunity. I mean, they don’t have school as old or as pretentious as this in Australia, right? And we’re away from the prying eyes of parents, so there’s that too.” Finally the bell rang – and what a godsend it was. Kat began to collect her things, throwing a glance at the couple in front of Dylan and herself. Cute, they’d exchanged phone numbers. And by the sounds of it, she was trying to line up a date as well. “Don’t suppose you want company for the next class as well?” Kat asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose and stepping up out of her chair. “Us convicts have to stick together, right?”	-------------------- Character Name: Kat Watson -------------------- -------------------- Biography -------------------- Clique: Outcast, but her obsession with pop-culture keeps her gravitated around the Geeks/Nerds. Race: Caucasian Ethnicity / Nationality: Australian Date of Birth: October 31st Age:17 Class: Sophmore Height: 5'4"/1.62m Weight: 58kg/130lbs Build: Curvy Enemies: Will Update Allies: Dylan Bryder -------------------- Personality -------------------- Alignment:Chaotic Neutral Motivations: To do the most work possible with the least effort. Would one day like to be a TV/Radio personality. Disposition: Sarcastic, though still fairly caring. She can end up flustered when shit gets real. Outlook: Kat’s outlook appears to be quite pessimistic at times, usually over-analyzing things to the point of making them seem ridiculous. Deep down though, she does enjoy the little pleasures life has to offer. Religion/Philosophy: Agnostic - “Things will always work out in the end.” Sexuality: Pansexual, but generally heteroromantic (Has the capacity to find anyone sexually attractive, but prefers men in terms of relationships and romance). Positive Personality Traits: Witty, straight-forward and has a good sense of humour. Generally quite good at resolving conflicts. Negative Personality Traits: Dry sense of humour and sarcasm may not be to everyone’s taste and even might appear snarky or hostile; can also appear to be condescending at times. Misc. Quirks: Has a bad scar on stomach following a surgical procedure – prefers not to expose it. Also plays with her hair when she’s anxious or nervous. She will also almost always wear some kind of jacket, even in summer. -------------------- Interests -------------------- Likes: Kat likes most things digital, winter, pizza and napping. Dislikes:When people A) can’t understand her/follow her thought process B) wasting her time and C) Fail to admit when they’re wrong. She also doesn’t like vegetables or hot weather. Hobbies: Writing reviews on Video-games, TV Series and Movies in her blog and browsing the internet.
8,787	250	0	2,687	77	-IC- (Please title your posts with the location in which each takes place and separate the actions of characters in different locations with a horizontal rule)	Character Name: Tomas De'Sean of the Salt Species: Human Sex: Male Description: With a pristine grin emblazoned across his face Tomas walks into any room draped in self-confidence more notable than any linens he may wear. A simple man by trade and choice, he stands shoulder to shoulder with any other commoner. Taken on his own he may be seen as down right boring, with only the telltale signs of age creeping up discerning him from a man 10 years his junior. Salt and pepper flecks to his hair, and a slight wrinkling at his eyes betray the energetic soul behind them but when the situation calls for it he can move like a blur to complete a task at hand Profession: Traveling Minstrel/Bard Starting Equipment/Belongings: - Shortbow with Quiver of Arrows - Small Dagger - Panflute - Sharp Tongue - Quick Wit Background: Born aboard a sinking ship travelling the ocean, it would be difficult to say Tomas' life was ever bland. Indeed it was from a young age that he dreamed of adventure; seeking his own and wanting to hear of others. There was little shock to his parents or anyone that knew him when he left home to pursue just that, picking up a number of skills along the way. Of course the best way to hear stories is to share your own, and a natural transition was made to becoming a Bard. He'd already been good with instruments quick with his hands and in possession of a smooth voice, afterall. While he may be edging late into his thirties his heart still burns to hear more exploits of heroes and heroines, and live through yet more of his own.
8,788	250	1	2,317	10	Velta munched on a chicken leg as she listened to to morning rain hammer the docks outside her office. Ever so often she would glance up at the sky, hoping against hope that the weather would clear up. Bad weather was bad for business, and she had a batch of slaves that needed selling soon, least they'd have to wash them off again. She paused in her chewing, her frown softening as she addressed the two other members of her staff. " When you are done with breakfast I want you to take the merchandise outside to wash off the last weeks filth. The rain's cleaner than the sea. " She seems rather pleased with herself, although soon she adds in a thoughtful manner. " You should take them out back, so people don't throw things at them. They are branded but you know how children get when it's muddy." Velta dropped the half finished chicken leg onto her plate and wiped her fingers on a moist towel. She could afford to waste food, she could even afford to feed her staff, all because she didn't waste an opportunity. However small it might seem. Clean slaves sold better than the ones that smelled. As her personal Sethkra'Vesh, which she called Lisa in fits of affection and Stinking Filth all the other time, cleared the table, Velta turned her attention to the days mail hoping it might contain something other than bills for once. ( Location: Averine city; The docks. )	Try to create a well rounded, believeable and lore coherent character. Consider strengths, weaknesses, quirks, mannerisms. If they're interesting and unique, they'll be more fun for others to roleplay with. Players are given some creative freedom when writing their backstories and origins, family names etc. are all up to the player to decide. Each player may control two characters at most, keep in mind that not all PCs will know one another or even end up knowing one another. If a character is killed they may be replaced with a new one. * Players are welcome to bring their character across organically or write an in-depth backstory and personality for them beforehand, it's all up to the individual. * Please send a concept sheet to me, the DM in private or post in the OOC tab first! Character Name: Species: Sex: Physical Description (Pictures can go here if you want): Profession: Starting Equipment/Belongings:
8,789	250	2	2,687	77	Averine City Docks As the morning continues to unfold and the rain begins to hammer down all over the city and nearby countryside the docks get busier and busier. Ships continue to set sail and make port, always on a tight schedule. Men and women from all sorts of different places, now living in warehouses by the docks start their jobs, they haul crates from place to place, and set up market stalls. Stronger and more experienced workers load and unload cargo, cover hulls in tar and make much needed repairs to many of the ships which are docked in port. A merchant, taking advantage of the rain offers cheap woollen and leather hoods to passers by. Wealthier residents of the docks living in rented apartments or perhaps even houses also begin to show themselves, made distinguishable from the rest mostly due to a lack of enforcement of the old sumptuary laws of the land. These richer people head in all directions for many a purpose, the few of them who remain in the docks are most likely ship-masters, retired mercenaries and wealthy merchants who import and export expensive foreign goods. Guards lazily wander the docks in pairs breaking up any fights which might have gone too far and searching for ne'er-do-wells to arrest. A gigantic, self-proclaimed captain of a new company of mercenaries dressed in a gleaming steel half-plate and matching barbute helmet patrols the wharf, calling out to all who will hear him: "The Band of the Blue are seeking able bodied men and women to hunt monstrous beasts to the far east in exchange for coin!" Velta Burr Velta's assistant disappears out of the back door at her command to ensure that her merchandise are clean and presentable as Velta checks through a diminutive pile of mostly uninteresting mail, the seal upon one of the letters however, catches her eye. The letter addressed to her bears the red wax seal of House Sauvage and penned in a neat, professional hand. it reads: "To one most revered Velta Burr of Averine City I am writing to you today on behalf of Lady Sauvage who has need of the unique services you offer. House Sauvage requires a young Sethkra'Vesh of either sex which must be healthy-bodied and no older than 11, failing that a pair of equally healthy adults at breeding age will suffice should you be willing to forfeit your bonus payment. You will be compensated for your efforts in acquiring these resources at 250% of your usual rate, additionally should Lady Sauvage find herself particularly pleased by the skilled and loyal servant you provide in the years to come, a small estate outside of Averine City with land included will be added to your payment. Should you find our Lady's terms agreeable she requests that you enclose a reply along with this letter within an envelope addressed to myself as soon as you are able. Gareth Nolani, Financial and business administrator of House Sauvage House Sauvage Averine City" Whether or not the letter is fake it's difficult to tell, but if it is a fake then it certainly is convincing, and it is common knowledge that one Gareth Nolani does indeed handle all of Lady Sauvage's business dealings. Madame Rose The Garden was by no means bustling this early in the morning, but that is not to say it is barren. Men and women of varying social standing trickle in and out as the morning progresses, leaving and entering through the front door. Some wake up late, hungover and groggy from the previous evening's misdeeds and have to rush to dress and make it to wherever they might work. As the Madame left the Brothel to make her way south to the docks many a passer by would, as always, react to her in different ways. Where some frown and share a venomous whisper between one another, some stare, some ignore her and some throw a fleeting glance in her direction, others smile, nod and wave. Madame Rose was well known in the Delucian district, for good or ill, and regardless of her overall reputation and what everyone in the city thought of her most knew who she was one way or another. Once rows of well built apartments, houses and cottages slowly became rarer in favour of the frequently run down and the ramshackle she could tell she was nearing the seafront. By now Rose was getting uncomfortably damn, people buzzed by her and far fewer seemed to know who she was as she passed by the Siren's Pride tavern which marks the end of the Delucian district and the beginning of the port.	Character Name: Tomas De'Sean of the Salt Species: Human Sex: Male Description: With a pristine grin emblazoned across his face Tomas walks into any room draped in self-confidence more notable than any linens he may wear. A simple man by trade and choice, he stands shoulder to shoulder with any other commoner. Taken on his own he may be seen as down right boring, with only the telltale signs of age creeping up discerning him from a man 10 years his junior. Salt and pepper flecks to his hair, and a slight wrinkling at his eyes betray the energetic soul behind them but when the situation calls for it he can move like a blur to complete a task at hand Profession: Traveling Minstrel/Bard Starting Equipment/Belongings: - Shortbow with Quiver of Arrows - Small Dagger - Panflute - Sharp Tongue - Quick Wit Background: Born aboard a sinking ship travelling the ocean, it would be difficult to say Tomas' life was ever bland. Indeed it was from a young age that he dreamed of adventure; seeking his own and wanting to hear of others. There was little shock to his parents or anyone that knew him when he left home to pursue just that, picking up a number of skills along the way. Of course the best way to hear stories is to share your own, and a natural transition was made to becoming a Bard. He'd already been good with instruments quick with his hands and in possession of a smooth voice, afterall. While he may be edging late into his thirties his heart still burns to hear more exploits of heroes and heroines, and live through yet more of his own.
8,790	250	3	1,702	68	A rather large puddle had begun to form on the cobblestone in front of a rather unsightly inn. It was not a well-kept place, so much so that it didn't even have a proper name. The word "Inn" carved lazily into a wooden sign hanging out front was the only distinction that this was, in fact, a business of sorts. The interior was not impressive, to say the least. There was one table in the corner, old and starting to rot. The chairs that surrounded it were often wobbly and uneven. The innkeep himself matched the decor: unkempt and dirty. The comforts of the inn were not what drew travelers to it, however. It was the price. Ryker emerged from one of the few rooms that morning, looking much the way he had when he had arrived the night before. His hair was a mess, what strands remained tied back were of little consequence as most of his hair hung in his face. His clothes were dirty, his boots caked in mud. He nodded silently at the innkeeper as he made his way to the exit. The door creaked open as he stepped outside. He looked up at the clouds as he felt the rain on his head. He let out a quiet scoff as he lowered his head and continued out into the elements. As he walked towards the docks, he began to work on his appearance. Not that it mattered much to him how he looked, he just wanted to get his hair out of his face. He pulled more strands back into the band that was holding some and used the rain water to wash off some grime from his face. He glanced up when he heard a welcome phrase: "in exchange for coin." He adjusted his blacksteel longsword on his back and approached the giant of a man. "Looking for hunters?" he asked. "Happens that I'm from the far east. I know the lands well."	Character Name: Ryker of the Barrows Species: Human Sex: Male Physical Description: Possible picture to come... Rugged and weathered at a glance, Ryker is a traveler. He stands tall and broad, with a square jaw and sharp features. He has ashen white, shoulder length hair, often pulled back in a full or half ponytail. His left eye is a piercing blue while his right is a bit cloudier with a scar running over it. He sustained an injury in his teen years that rendered him partially blind in his right eye. He can still see general shapes and colors, but detail is lost. He wears leather armor for the minor protection while keeping his dexterity. He openly wears his longsword on his back. Profession: Monster Hunter/Sword for Hire Starting Equipment/Belongings: He keeps coin in a small coin purse secured tightly to his belt along with a well-maintained dagger. His prize possession is his blacksteel longsword, Oblivion. Background: Ryker was born in a small, secluded town far to the east of Averine City in an area known as The Barrows. He was never very close to his parents or his two siblings. He worked from an early age as a field hand and did general labor around town. Because of his intense physical labor from such an early age, he was one of the strongest in the village. He practiced with a stick and, later, with a sword in whatever free time he had. There was little protection in the area, so monster attacks occurred from time to time. When he was still a child, his mother was killed during one of these attacks. He decided to learn to fight these creatures alongside his brother and a few other strong townsmen. In his teenage years, however, famine struck the village and monster attacks suddenly increased in frequency. Many farmers and poor families had to leave in search of more fertile grounds. His siblings both decided to pursue different prospects elsewhere and, not feeling much attachment to his had-been home, he decided to leave on his own. He made coin as a sell-sword at first, but as his skills grew, he moved on to larger, more challenging targets.
8,791	250	4	2,508	195	Velta reads the letter, only to turn it over to see if she had missed something. After inspecting the seal she reads it again and just to be sure a third time. Eventually she stands up, dons a cloak, and heads outside to where the merchandise were enjoying their shower. Even the cold rain was better than the cramped holding pen they were usually kept in. The plump woman takes her time to inspect the wares. Children were rare to survive the trip with her brothers caravans and ships but were highly priced, and tended to sell first. They were after all easy to teach, and break. Teenagers were often pleasing to the eyes, if the taste ran such ways but tended to have unruly spirits. Unfit for finer work. She had plenty of grown ups and teens, but no children. She muttered a few words to the keepers and made sure that two of the better looking adults were taking to the throphy pen, where they would be better fed and cared for, just in case... Her brothers were due back with a ship any day now...	Character Name: Alexandra "Siren" Flores Species: Human Sex: Female Remove the scar, add a lute,change her hair to red and her eye color will be green and you'll have The Siren Profession: Ex-Bard, Adventurer for hire Starting Equipment/Belongings: A purse that holds 29 Bells and 67 Shards, a lute, a short sword, leather armor with a hood, a backpack which holds provisions History: As it is with all stories there are two ways to see them. To understand the Siren's story, one must know how Alexandra's story ended and how the Siren's started. Alexandra was born the daughter of an innkeeper and his wife. From a small age, Alexandra could be seen running up and down the stairs of the Inn, talking with strangers and sometimes playing games with some. Her voice was a wonder to those with which she talked with and the pride of her parents. At the age of 13, her parents built her a small stage from where she could sign and delight the various patrons. Her success was apparent from the start and soon patrons would come only to hear her "magical" voice. When her parents died, Alexandra sold the Inn and took up the profession of The Bard. 5 years later, at the age of 25, Alexandra sang at most of the inns in the land. On her 6th year, her true story began. While playing for a caravan that would've led her to the capital and her first concert there, the caravan was attacked by bandits. It is not known exactly what happened then but at the end of the attack it is said that the caravan didn't lost a man despite being outnumbered. Stories would soon roam the taverns that a single woman saved the caravan. Some of them say that the woman lulled the bandits to sleep with her "magical" songs, others say that she killed the bandits with her scream, while other claim that the woman convinced the bandits to leave the caravan alone. Even as diverse the stories as they were all agreed that the Siren was the reason why no one died and so the "Siren" was born. Alexandra abandoned her profession soon after and became an adventurer for hire. Her encounter with the bandits changed her forever and adopting her new alias went on her quest. Her story continues even today and what will happen in the future is not yet known but one thing is certain, the Siren's name will be known by all.
8,792	250	5	2,687	77	Averine City Docks Ryker of the Barrows and Alexandra "Siren" Flores The mercenary captain had made his way over to the doorway of one of the many warehouses by the wharf, standing under the cheap wooden door canopy to save his armour from the rain. As Ryker approaches and addresses him, the man reaches up and removes his helmet to reveal his face. He is in his early fifties, red cheeked with a jolly demeanour and impressive black moustache with tips waxed and trained so that they curl upwards as if mimicking his smile. "You're as bad as I am, man, spending all our money on swords and daggers, only to end up with none spare to buy a good hood!" he says, following up with a hearty chuckle. He leans back against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest and adds "Aye, as it happens I am looking for hunters." just as he is addressed by an approaching woman. He grins a toothy grin, his bright eyes flitting between Ryker and Alexandra. "Would you look at that, two of you already and it isn't even noon. Good, hopefully this means I don't have to make my pitch twice!" The man pushes off from the doorframe and looks up at the sky. "How about we head indoors and have a talk there? There's an inn just around the corner, or if you're up for a walk we can head to the Siren's Pride further north, nice and cozy that one." he adds quickly, his expectant gaze falling upon Ryker first and then flitting between he and Alexandra once again. Velta Burr Ships continued to make port and set sail, however no sign of a slaver vessel crewed by any of the Burr brothers showed itself, but that is not to say it would not still do so, the docks themselves were huge and very busy and with ships from all over the Empire making their stops. Caravans coming and going by way of the farmland to the east of the city gates were rarer, but also offered slavers the best means to capture valuable Human slaves from the barbarian tribes, or better yet Dregs from the Dreglands to the north and west. One such caravan carrying an assortment of slaves happened to be making its way towards the city gates now, but unfortunately for Velta it was neither owned by nor had any association to the Burr family, nor was it indeed carrying any Sethkra'Vesh children.	Character Name: Tomas De'Sean of the Salt Species: Human Sex: Male Description: With a pristine grin emblazoned across his face Tomas walks into any room draped in self-confidence more notable than any linens he may wear. A simple man by trade and choice, he stands shoulder to shoulder with any other commoner. Taken on his own he may be seen as down right boring, with only the telltale signs of age creeping up discerning him from a man 10 years his junior. Salt and pepper flecks to his hair, and a slight wrinkling at his eyes betray the energetic soul behind them but when the situation calls for it he can move like a blur to complete a task at hand Profession: Traveling Minstrel/Bard Starting Equipment/Belongings: - Shortbow with Quiver of Arrows - Small Dagger - Panflute - Sharp Tongue - Quick Wit Background: Born aboard a sinking ship travelling the ocean, it would be difficult to say Tomas' life was ever bland. Indeed it was from a young age that he dreamed of adventure; seeking his own and wanting to hear of others. There was little shock to his parents or anyone that knew him when he left home to pursue just that, picking up a number of skills along the way. Of course the best way to hear stories is to share your own, and a natural transition was made to becoming a Bard. He'd already been good with instruments quick with his hands and in possession of a smooth voice, afterall. While he may be edging late into his thirties his heart still burns to hear more exploits of heroes and heroines, and live through yet more of his own.
8,793	250	6	1,702	68	Ryker shot a quick glance at Alexandra as she approached, looked her up and down then raised an eyebrow. "The Siren? I think I've seen you before. Aren't you a singer?" He had been in and out of taverns from all over the continent for years now, so he had heard many bards in his time. But hearing the Siren sing stood out among others. There was just something about her voice that you remembered. While he wasn't sure what a bard would be doing fighting monsters, but he would just have to wait and see. "If you're buying, I'll go wherever you want," he said, only partly joking, turning his attention back to the mercenary captain. His statement was fairly accurate. As skillful as Ryker was in his profession, blacksteel was expensive and his coin purse was proof of that. Still, his purchase was justified. Killing monsters was dangerous work and, without the proper tools, it was downright deadly. Besides, Ryker was never one to splurge on frivolous things like beds or nice clothes.	Character Name: Ryker of the Barrows Species: Human Sex: Male Physical Description: Possible picture to come... Rugged and weathered at a glance, Ryker is a traveler. He stands tall and broad, with a square jaw and sharp features. He has ashen white, shoulder length hair, often pulled back in a full or half ponytail. His left eye is a piercing blue while his right is a bit cloudier with a scar running over it. He sustained an injury in his teen years that rendered him partially blind in his right eye. He can still see general shapes and colors, but detail is lost. He wears leather armor for the minor protection while keeping his dexterity. He openly wears his longsword on his back. Profession: Monster Hunter/Sword for Hire Starting Equipment/Belongings: He keeps coin in a small coin purse secured tightly to his belt along with a well-maintained dagger. His prize possession is his blacksteel longsword, Oblivion. Background: Ryker was born in a small, secluded town far to the east of Averine City in an area known as The Barrows. He was never very close to his parents or his two siblings. He worked from an early age as a field hand and did general labor around town. Because of his intense physical labor from such an early age, he was one of the strongest in the village. He practiced with a stick and, later, with a sword in whatever free time he had. There was little protection in the area, so monster attacks occurred from time to time. When he was still a child, his mother was killed during one of these attacks. He decided to learn to fight these creatures alongside his brother and a few other strong townsmen. In his teenage years, however, famine struck the village and monster attacks suddenly increased in frequency. Many farmers and poor families had to leave in search of more fertile grounds. His siblings both decided to pursue different prospects elsewhere and, not feeling much attachment to his had-been home, he decided to leave on his own. He made coin as a sell-sword at first, but as his skills grew, he moved on to larger, more challenging targets.
8,794	250	7	886	74	Far to the east of Averine City, at the outer edge of the farmlands, a small cottage butted up against the rim of the forest. Facing west, the tips of the tallest buildings of the city were just visible near the horizon, if she stood on the porch and strained her eyes. She'd not done so for years, but as a child, she would shimmy up one of the posts holding up the porch roof and cry out, "Look, Papa! I can see the city!" The thrill of glimpsing the distant town was almost as fun as the inevitable boom of laughter that would erupt from her father, as he hoisted her back down in his large, gentle hands. Out here, life moved at a vastly different pace, compared to the bustle and hum of the city streets. Here, she was awakened by the barking of dogs rather than the cries of merchants and dockworkers. Here, the view from the front stoop was pleasantly rolling fields and hollows, dotted with other farmsteads, though none were too close, and the sensation of freedom and space was everything. A wire-furred head nudged against her hand, as she stood now on the porch, musing absently, while her cornflower-blue eyes gazed off into the morning mists. She glanced down with an easy grin, running her fingers over the grey ears. "Ready for breakfast, aren't you?" Turning to wander back into the humble little house, she chuckled gently. "I believe I am, too!" (Location: Eastern farmlands)	Character Name: Emirien (Emmy) Species: Human Sex: Female Physical Description: An unremarkable, yet pleasing young woman of fair, waving hair and bright blue eyes, with a quick smile that dimples her cheeks. Her constitution is sturdy, and beneath the soft curves of womanhood lies a fine bit of muscle, developed over a lifetime of work on the humble bit of land east of the capital city, near the edge of the forest. Profession: Breeder and trainer of hunting hounds Starting Equipment/Belongings: A small, simple knife at her hip, woolen cloak when she travels away from home, a coin purse sewn inside her shoe.
8,795	250	8	2,687	77	Eastern Farmlands Emirien Life in the countryside was slower paced than in the capital city, though that doesn't mean that it's any easier. The citizens of the Empire living this far east of the city on the borders of the forest where the farmlands begin to come to an end live a life of quiet, idyllic wholesomeness. Far from the rush of the city but close enough to enjoy what comforts it provides, while also avoiding the constant hard manual labour, the thread of deadly monsters and bitter climates found further east. That is not to say the place is without its dangers, for when problems do arise experience will tell they will do so anywhere. A mile north of the East Imperial road, which is the main road leading to and from the capital this side of the city sits Kettlebrook, a quaint old rural village with an even quainter name, and if one were to continue north from Kettlebrook along a small dirt road one will find Emirien's cottage. Fortunately for Emirien and the villagers, the rain cloud looming over the capital doesn't quite reach this far east, and those who make their home in Kettlebrook and the neighbouring countryside may, for now at least, enjoy a calm, cool, if slightly misty morning Is is along the road leading north from Kettlebrook that a young man in his early twenties with a head of tousled brown hair and patchy beard, dressed in a coarse sky-blue linen tunic and brown breeches and armed with a wooden hunting bow and iron seax makes his way towards Emirien's cottage. A man she may recognise upon his approach as a hopeful and adventurous jack-the-lad from the village, Davian Swan.	Character Name: Tomas De'Sean of the Salt Species: Human Sex: Male Description: With a pristine grin emblazoned across his face Tomas walks into any room draped in self-confidence more notable than any linens he may wear. A simple man by trade and choice, he stands shoulder to shoulder with any other commoner. Taken on his own he may be seen as down right boring, with only the telltale signs of age creeping up discerning him from a man 10 years his junior. Salt and pepper flecks to his hair, and a slight wrinkling at his eyes betray the energetic soul behind them but when the situation calls for it he can move like a blur to complete a task at hand Profession: Traveling Minstrel/Bard Starting Equipment/Belongings: - Shortbow with Quiver of Arrows - Small Dagger - Panflute - Sharp Tongue - Quick Wit Background: Born aboard a sinking ship travelling the ocean, it would be difficult to say Tomas' life was ever bland. Indeed it was from a young age that he dreamed of adventure; seeking his own and wanting to hear of others. There was little shock to his parents or anyone that knew him when he left home to pursue just that, picking up a number of skills along the way. Of course the best way to hear stories is to share your own, and a natural transition was made to becoming a Bard. He'd already been good with instruments quick with his hands and in possession of a smooth voice, afterall. While he may be edging late into his thirties his heart still burns to hear more exploits of heroes and heroines, and live through yet more of his own.
8,796	250	9	886	74	The front door had been left slightly ajar, as was her habit to do, for she loved the feeling of the breeze dancing through the house, fluttering the curtains and carrying the scents of the countryside, whether it be the floral sweetness of spring or the pungent damp of an approaching summer storm. A reckless habit, some might say, but the pair of wiry-haired grey hounds that lived in the house were the best sort of alarm, as well as a deterrent to thieves and troublemakers who might hear of the girl who was alone in the cottage since the untimely passing of her father and mother. She had scarcely put the kettle over the hearth, preparing to make herself a cup of tea, when the larger of the two dogs, a stocky male beast, let out a soft chuff; not quite a bark, more of a curious, questioning sound. Emmy turned and looked back along the length of the hallway from the kitchen. She could see the front door standing open, and two grey rumps in the gap, as both dogs stood looking out into the yard. Turning away from the fire, she moved back along the short corridor, brushing her hands over the apron covering her front. "What is it, you two?" she asked softly, leaning to peer out over their heads. The approaching figure coming along the path towards the house drew a sudden squinting of her eyes as she tried to quickly determined who it might be. That bright blue tunic was familiar, certainly, and the closer the man walked, the more keenly she strove to recall his name. The male hound, Coby, gave another soft grunt, and padded out across the stoop, down the steps and into the grass with his ears perked and tail stiff, ready to meet the visitor. (Location: Eastern farmlands near Kettlebrook)	Character Name: Emirien (Emmy) Species: Human Sex: Female Physical Description: An unremarkable, yet pleasing young woman of fair, waving hair and bright blue eyes, with a quick smile that dimples her cheeks. Her constitution is sturdy, and beneath the soft curves of womanhood lies a fine bit of muscle, developed over a lifetime of work on the humble bit of land east of the capital city, near the edge of the forest. Profession: Breeder and trainer of hunting hounds Starting Equipment/Belongings: A small, simple knife at her hip, woolen cloak when she travels away from home, a coin purse sewn inside her shoe.
8,797	250	10	2,508	195	Averine City Docks Looking at the mercenary captain, Alexadra nodded. " Let's go to the Siren's Pride. It seems proper and I know the innkeeper, his wife makes a good meal. A good meal, considering where we are. " she pulled the robe tighter around her as the cold was getting into her skin already. Alexandra always hated this part of a journey and most of the times, even stories skip this part for this very reason. Sparing a glance at the rugged mercenary with the obsidian sword and smiled then quickly nodded. Someone was bound to recognize her and she pleased, if this mercenary knew her then he would become her best friend. She knew, she was not a good fighter but with her voice and other...apparent skills, she could pass most situations. The situations that she couldn't pass was when she didn't have a choice and had to fight. In those situations, the mercenary would prove useful. " Indeed I am. A fan, I presume? Lovely. " she approached the rugged mercenary and despite his smell, she approached and whispered in his ear. " We need to talk. Alone.For now, help me convince this guy that we are team and that we never separate and you'll be rewarded in due time."	Character Name: Alexandra "Siren" Flores Species: Human Sex: Female Remove the scar, add a lute,change her hair to red and her eye color will be green and you'll have The Siren Profession: Ex-Bard, Adventurer for hire Starting Equipment/Belongings: A purse that holds 29 Bells and 67 Shards, a lute, a short sword, leather armor with a hood, a backpack which holds provisions History: As it is with all stories there are two ways to see them. To understand the Siren's story, one must know how Alexandra's story ended and how the Siren's started. Alexandra was born the daughter of an innkeeper and his wife. From a small age, Alexandra could be seen running up and down the stairs of the Inn, talking with strangers and sometimes playing games with some. Her voice was a wonder to those with which she talked with and the pride of her parents. At the age of 13, her parents built her a small stage from where she could sign and delight the various patrons. Her success was apparent from the start and soon patrons would come only to hear her "magical" voice. When her parents died, Alexandra sold the Inn and took up the profession of The Bard. 5 years later, at the age of 25, Alexandra sang at most of the inns in the land. On her 6th year, her true story began. While playing for a caravan that would've led her to the capital and her first concert there, the caravan was attacked by bandits. It is not known exactly what happened then but at the end of the attack it is said that the caravan didn't lost a man despite being outnumbered. Stories would soon roam the taverns that a single woman saved the caravan. Some of them say that the woman lulled the bandits to sleep with her "magical" songs, others say that she killed the bandits with her scream, while other claim that the woman convinced the bandits to leave the caravan alone. Even as diverse the stories as they were all agreed that the Siren was the reason why no one died and so the "Siren" was born. Alexandra abandoned her profession soon after and became an adventurer for hire. Her encounter with the bandits changed her forever and adopting her new alias went on her quest. Her story continues even today and what will happen in the future is not yet known but one thing is certain, the Siren's name will be known by all.
8,798	250	11	2,508	195	---double post...stupid phone...sorry---	Character Name: Alexandra "Siren" Flores Species: Human Sex: Female Remove the scar, add a lute,change her hair to red and her eye color will be green and you'll have The Siren Profession: Ex-Bard, Adventurer for hire Starting Equipment/Belongings: A purse that holds 29 Bells and 67 Shards, a lute, a short sword, leather armor with a hood, a backpack which holds provisions History: As it is with all stories there are two ways to see them. To understand the Siren's story, one must know how Alexandra's story ended and how the Siren's started. Alexandra was born the daughter of an innkeeper and his wife. From a small age, Alexandra could be seen running up and down the stairs of the Inn, talking with strangers and sometimes playing games with some. Her voice was a wonder to those with which she talked with and the pride of her parents. At the age of 13, her parents built her a small stage from where she could sign and delight the various patrons. Her success was apparent from the start and soon patrons would come only to hear her "magical" voice. When her parents died, Alexandra sold the Inn and took up the profession of The Bard. 5 years later, at the age of 25, Alexandra sang at most of the inns in the land. On her 6th year, her true story began. While playing for a caravan that would've led her to the capital and her first concert there, the caravan was attacked by bandits. It is not known exactly what happened then but at the end of the attack it is said that the caravan didn't lost a man despite being outnumbered. Stories would soon roam the taverns that a single woman saved the caravan. Some of them say that the woman lulled the bandits to sleep with her "magical" songs, others say that she killed the bandits with her scream, while other claim that the woman convinced the bandits to leave the caravan alone. Even as diverse the stories as they were all agreed that the Siren was the reason why no one died and so the "Siren" was born. Alexandra abandoned her profession soon after and became an adventurer for hire. Her encounter with the bandits changed her forever and adopting her new alias went on her quest. Her story continues even today and what will happen in the future is not yet known but one thing is certain, the Siren's name will be known by all.
8,799	250	12	2,687	77	Eastern Farmlands Emirien The approaching man waved and called something, most likely a greeting but even when raising his voice he was barely audible. He kept a constant pace upon his approach and didn't look in the least bit threatening as he meandered closer at a lazy pace, and when the curious dogs approached him to investigate he let them smell his hands and gently patted their heads in greeting. Once within obvious earshot he spoke again, quieter this time but still raising his voice slightly to ensure that he is heard "Ho there, Emmy. All's well this morning I hope?" he asks, raising a hand and scratching the back of his head as he comes to a halt within comfortable talking distance of Emirien. Averine City Docks Ryker of the Barrows and Alexandra "Siren" Flores The mercenary captain nods, barks "Come along then, you two." and beckons before turning and striding proudly up one of the alleyways which one without the know of the city could easily get lost in, but all tend to converge into roads and main streets eventually. The side streets in this part of the port were dank and badly lit, with overhanging buildings which seemed poised as if to topple and crush those who walked below at any moment, still, such constructions offered those walking below limited protection from rain and wind. The mercenary captain seemed to know his walk, and walked with purpose, a jolly bounce in his step. As they walked, a well kept and undoubtedly well guarded house or apartment occasionally drew the eye, some of which had gardens and fewer still were even made of actual stone. This style of stone houses became more and more common until the three left a side street and found themselves in an open street just outside of the Delucian district. The sign of the Siren's Pride inn, with the name in a stylised black fond above a painting the old Empress' battleship swung like a pendulum in the wind as the mercenary captain entered and held the door for his two companions. Inside the inn a few small groups sit dotted around tables, a pair of bouncers armed with oak cudgels stand on opposite ends of the room, the closest one nodding at the captain, Ryker and Alexandra as they enter. "Let's find ourselves a table and order some drinks, then we can talk business. Aye?" He says with a single clap of his leather-clad hands.	Character Name: Tomas De'Sean of the Salt Species: Human Sex: Male Description: With a pristine grin emblazoned across his face Tomas walks into any room draped in self-confidence more notable than any linens he may wear. A simple man by trade and choice, he stands shoulder to shoulder with any other commoner. Taken on his own he may be seen as down right boring, with only the telltale signs of age creeping up discerning him from a man 10 years his junior. Salt and pepper flecks to his hair, and a slight wrinkling at his eyes betray the energetic soul behind them but when the situation calls for it he can move like a blur to complete a task at hand Profession: Traveling Minstrel/Bard Starting Equipment/Belongings: - Shortbow with Quiver of Arrows - Small Dagger - Panflute - Sharp Tongue - Quick Wit Background: Born aboard a sinking ship travelling the ocean, it would be difficult to say Tomas' life was ever bland. Indeed it was from a young age that he dreamed of adventure; seeking his own and wanting to hear of others. There was little shock to his parents or anyone that knew him when he left home to pursue just that, picking up a number of skills along the way. Of course the best way to hear stories is to share your own, and a natural transition was made to becoming a Bard. He'd already been good with instruments quick with his hands and in possession of a smooth voice, afterall. While he may be edging late into his thirties his heart still burns to hear more exploits of heroes and heroines, and live through yet more of his own.

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