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PLAYER
Name: Aeria
LJ: heartlillie
Email: cornerbeauty[at]gmail[dot]com
IM: aim - solarnomiko, msn - could_i_have_this_kiss_forever[at]hotmail[dot]com.
CHARACTER
Name: Perua Alexandrov
Alias: Penchant/P (uses 'Penchant' mostly.)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: No experience with either sex, we'll list it as bisexual because it's much more fun. ;3
Habit/Neurosis: Penchant is constantly chewing on something. Be it her fingernail, a straw, or the fabric of her coat. She'll chew on anything to busy herself. She's incredibly shy and has an inferiority complex.
Personality: Awkward. Penchant is very awkward. She was essentially alienated from humans at an early age and doesn't know how to deal with them; she'll say "thank you" for the oddest things. For example, you could insult her from here to Tim-Buck-Two, and get a "thanks" as a response. She's terribly shy; you could ask her a question and she'll stare at you for a minute before turning and running off. Call on her and she'll drop everything before inching away. She's clumsy -- she trips, breaks, dislocates or sprains something every day. She's afraid of being lonely, so she desires to be more outgoing. Penchant, however, does not try to acheive this goal. She's not content with being the shy, quiet girl no one acknowledges, or even knows exists, but she's doubtful she could be anything more than that. She'd like to, but she's pessimistic in thought and has no faith in herself.
Penchant is not particularly curious. She might research it, but in actual field work, she'd rather sit and moniter the screens instead of exploring herself. This is a combination of doubt that she'd last long enough to get any information, and knowledge that, well, she'd probably slip up in some way! She is very "spacey" and forgetful, so much so that it's practically in her schedule to forget to tie her sneaker laces and fall flat on her face in the middle of the hall. She's actually so spacey that she once nearly cut her entire finger off while attempting to clean a large, sharp knife. Despite all this, she doesn't forget easily. Her memory is very good and she never forgets a face. She actually knows most of the residents of Wammy's, it's just they don't know her. Or, if they do, Penchant must completely disregard it. She does well in school, she might not be the best and she's certainly not the worst, thankfully, but she's convinced she's not doing well at all. She won't get any better, she tells herself, so Penchant barely bothers studying. Sure, she'll read, but she won't study. It's pointless in her mind, because she's already screwed by being so shy, and closed off from others.
She isn't particularly whiney, however. She would never say these things publically, not because she doesn't want worry anyone, but because she doubts anyone will care. She is, after all, just the quiet and awkward girl.
Appearance: [[Haine Otomiya/Kamiya from Shinshi Doumei Cross]]
Physical: Standing at 5'1", she is a small girl. She's surprisingly thing and bandaged from head to toe.
Hair: Long and a dirty blonde, it reaches to her waist.
Eyes: Big, brown and bright.
Clothing: She likes coats and skirts. It's not uncommon to see her wearing something that would be akin to a school uniform; buttoned-down, high collar coat, kneesocks, pleated skirt and short-heeled shoes. Clean-cut and put-together is her preferred style, but she is known to put on...interesting acessories. Sometimes she'll wear glasses without the 'glass' in them, and put a little keychain on the rim of them. She doesn't wear much jewlery, aside from an anklet on her left ankle. When she's not wearing a jacket, Penchant opts for a long sleeved shirt. She likes to cover up, really.
History: "Perua" was born to a family that owned a large company in Russia. Complications arose during birth, and her mother died hours after Perua was born. Her father was ashamed to see his first born was a girl, expecting a boy to take over his buissiness, and so once she was able to walk, Perua was locked in her room.
The windows had bars on them, and there was only one large window in the overwhelmingly lonely room, it was covered with dark blinds so no light could penetrate it. Once in a while, a maid would come up to the room to play with her out of pity. She eventually got it into her head that, if she could get her father's approval, she would be let out of her "bird cage". She worked hard, constantly studying and reading books well beyond her reading level. From mathmetics, to history, to psychology to mythology, she read it all untill she knew the book inside out. She even asked to take up ballet and piano, though her request was shot down because that would mean she would have to leave her room. Still, she kept heart and kept trying. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, and soon, her efforts became pointless. Her father re-married and ten months later, a new heir was born.
A male heir.
He saw no use in her anymore, so Perua's father put her up for adoption and sent her abroad, to America, to an orphanage. She was thirteen.
Perua kept to herself still. She had lost her place without even knowing or acheiving it, but she wasn't particularly bitter. The few times she'd seen her father, he he had been colder than cold. He barely acknowledged her existence, so how was she needed? Or even necessary, for that matter. The only surprising thing, to Perua, was that he had given her enough thought to end her Hell by finally giving her up. Still, she found that no one really 'wanted' her. She was too shy to approach any of the other children and within a year, she was carted off to another orphanage in hopes she'd fit in more there.
No such luck. Penchant remained shy and quiet, but was still not transferred. She didn't get along with anyone very well and another year passed before she was sent to Wammy's. It's been a year, and she still doesn't 'stick out' like the others. Still quiet, still shy, still clueless. Perua has become Penchant, but even her "new name" as she might call it, cannot dispell her past demons and her desire to be wanted.
Sample Journal Entry:
G-Good Evening!
Um...
...
I... really don't know what to put here. I'm...hoping it might help my shyness if I got out "there" a little more but...well, I'm still shy. I... I don't think I did well on that test today either. Ugh, I...I'm so stupid. I can't solve something simple... like that...! Good going, Penchant... Sigh.
Sample Roleplay:
Quiet. It was very quiet. It was nothing Penchant was not used to. She enjoyed it, in fact, she found solitude in the silence. Knowing there was no one else in the room brought forth some comfort in her. Maybe it was her shiness that brought that feeling to swell in her gut. People always seemed to sneer at her, in some way. Everyone here was smarter than her, and she knew it. She lifted her hand to her face and looked at the four poorly self-bandaged fingers. The only one not completely covered was her thumb. She sighed and let her hand drop down.
She stared downward at the piles of paper before her on the floor. Penchant was 'seated' on her bed; more or less. She was laid down on her back with her head mere centimeters above the floor. Her coat had been removed and was on her bed, while the shirt on her body was falling forward and had exposed her gut.
Still, Penchant just stared at the piles of paper while she chewed on the hairpin in her mouth.
It was finished homework. Well, aside from French. But she'd finish that before bed, no need to rush. It wasn't like she had to go somewhere or something. No, Penchant opted to avoid most of the other children at Wammy's. Perhaps that was why she was staring at the silver laptop that light was pouring out of. Curiously, she eyeballed it for a moment. She saw no point in keeping a journal, as L had instructed all of the children (and others, it seemed. To watch them when he could not, she guessed) of Wammy House to do. So, really, she had no choice but to obey. She attempted to sit up, but ended up on the floor instead of on the soft, cushiony and fall-breaking bed. She winced and moaned as she sat up, "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..." she kept saying. Penchant wandered over to the laptop and gingerly sat down, recalling how last time she'd sat on the floor, she had accidentally sat on a staple and gotten it stuck in her leg.
After hitting a few keys, she found herself staring at the homepage. Pursing her lips nervously, she pressed her fingers to the keyboard and typed. Maybe this would benefit her. ...Maybe.
PLAYER
Name: Aeria
LJ: heartlillie
Email:
IM: aim - solarnomiko, msn - could_i_have_this_kiss_forever@hotmail.com
CHARACTER
Name: Trenton Smith
Alias: Toll/T
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Habit/Neurosis: He has Bacillophobia, so he is constantly cleaning. He also has Trypanophobia. He also has to attach "Ms." or "Mr." to someone's name, depending on age. He calls the ones younger than him "Little", too.
Personality: No matter what he does, T does it with a smile on his face. He might be angry, but he's smiling at you. Why, you ask? He just wants to be pleasant. Really.
T is a very good-natured person, though his temper fuse is short. He's terribly proper, referring to his elders as "Miss", "Mrs.", or "Mister". The younger ones are called "Little" or "Little Ones", mostly to tease them. He teases because he "loves", as one might hear him say. He's flamboyant and joyful, always seemingly happy; in fact, while he's often annoyed, he'll quickly bounce back once he sees his little stabs are taking effect. He's a little bit of a prankster as well, his personal favorite is dunking water on sleepers and running off. Though, that's not really a prank, that's just mean. Yeah. Try telling him that. He's very defensive about himself, taking the little complaints about his pranks a little too personally. His excuse? "I was just being playful!" He likes being around people, and enjoys telling jokes. He's open about how he feels and is quite the flirt.
Outside of being the local jester, T is a fairly well-adjusted boy. He knows the routine here at Wammy's and sticks to it, often reminding others to stick to it as well. He likes to think of himself as a father figure, and is often seen trying to console others. He's protective, and easily angered if one were to threaten or endanger someone he is close to. And, his grades? Let's not discuss that. He's a bit... off. If you know what I mean. Well, as off as you can be at Wammy's.
Appearance: [[Tsuzuki Asato from Yami no Matsueih]]
Physical- He's tall, around 5'11" and thin. He has broad shoulders, and long limbs. Though he appears twiggy, he usually fixes that by wearing a large, baggy shirt. His skin is also relatively pale.
Hair- Black with brown highlights. It's usually gelled up like no tommorrow, but no matter how hard he tries, his precious coif is always mussed.
Eyes- Emerald Green.
Clothing- He opts for overly big shirts to make seem more fit, he just tucks the ends of his shirt in his pants, which are usually jeans. His shoes are anything from sneakers to dress shoes, though he prefers the latter.
History: Raised in orphanages. Plain and simple, Trenton was dumped off at a church/orphanage as a baby. How uncommon, hm? On a cold night in London, a young nun opened the church doors only to see a small, crying baby on the ground in a basket.
Sister Marie was the only 'sort' of "mother-figure" he knew, though he still had little to no respect for her. In his veiw, why sacrifice your own life so as that may pay back Jesus Christ? "He died for our sins, we owe it to him to live our lives, don't we?" It was because of his veiw that he began doing his best to always be happy. Honesty, he had once heard, was the key to true happiness, and he does his best to remain honest and open.
Now, this might seem odd, but T really has no trauma in his life. Oh, sure, he has a fear of needles and bacteria, but that's thanks to a book he read on bacteria. Who wants to die from poisoned needles, really? What a way to die.
T has had breif stints in other orphanages as well. He's been to a total of five different "orphan houses" as he'd say. The current housing situation would become odd (well, really, it was just because he didn't quite get along with the girls... or boys for that matter.) and he'd be moved. It wasn't until he was fifteen that was moved to Wammy's. What was the reason, he had asked. "Because you're special," the man said.
And he's been here ever since.
Sample Journal Entry:
Little Ones, Little Ones! Please do come up with a better excuse than the "flu" to avoid classes. If so many people had the flu, by now, I would have it, wouldn't I? Germs travel through the air, Little Ones, most of us would be sick by now. So, so suspicious~ ♥
Also, who's present in room twleve on the third floor? I hope you enjoyed my present for you, love~!
Ah! But to lift everyone's mood, I have a joke for you! A young blonde woman keeps coming out of her house to check her mail, and each time she sees it's empty, she scowls and goes back inside. Finally, he neighbor asks her why she's checking her mail so often. Do you know what she says?
Sample Roleplay:
"Such a lovely day!," he exclaimed happily. The past few days had been rainy, it was so nice to the sun out and shining on the greenery. Yellow, green and blue were so lovely together, he thought. He adjusted the sun glasses he wore and continued his little walk. "The air is fresh! The birds are chirping!" He grinned wider as he listened intently for a bird's chirping. Was that...?
No. Just a cicada. How odd, in the day!
"Aw, win some, lose some, I guess," he shrugged. He removed his black glasses to observe the colors more closely. "Ah~!" He twirled on spot. "You wouldn't be able to guess that it was winter, if you were to ignore the biting cold," he commented softly to himself.
T checked the wrist watch on his left wrist. Ten minutes before classes began. "Might as well hurry up," he said cheerfully, "I might be able to catch the screaming!" Ah, yes, the classic "water on the door" trick. He did hope that room 12's resident had a sense of humor, but no matter, no matter, no harm done. No harm at all. Well, okay, except that the resident of that room might be a bit late to class. His own fault, really, he hadn't have suspected that the resident was such a later sleeper. Ah, well. Again, win some, lose some. Or maybe a lot, T wasn't quite sure at the moment. His short 'walk' finished, he turned and entred the building once more.
PLAYER
Name: Aeria
LJ: heartlillie
Email: cornerbeauty[at]gmail[dot]com
IM: aim - solarnomiko, msn - could_i_have_this_kiss_forever[at]hotmail[dot]com.
CHARACTER
Name: Perua Alexandrov
Alias: Penchant/P (uses 'Penchant' mostly.)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: No experience with either sex, we'll list it as bisexual because it's much more fun. ;3
Habit/Neurosis: Penchant is constantly chewing on something. Be it her fingernail, a straw, or the fabric of her coat. She'll chew on anything to busy herself. She's incredibly shy and has an inferiority complex.
Personality: Awkward. Penchant is very awkward. She was essentially alienated from humans at an early age and doesn't know how to deal with them; she'll say "thank you" for the oddest things. For example, you could insult her from here to Tim-Buck-Two, and get a "thanks" as a response. She's terribly shy; you could ask her a question and she'll stare at you for a minute before turning and running off. Call on her and she'll drop everything before inching away. She's clumsy -- she trips, breaks, dislocates or sprains something every day. She's afraid of being lonely, so she desires to be more outgoing. Penchant, however, does not try to acheive this goal. She's not content with being the shy, quiet girl no one acknowledges, or even knows exists, but she's doubtful she could be anything more than that. She'd like to, but she's pessimistic in thought and has no faith in herself.
Penchant is not particularly curious. She might research it, but in actual field work, she'd rather sit and moniter the screens instead of exploring herself. This is a combination of doubt that she'd last long enough to get any information, and knowledge that, well, she'd probably slip up in some way! She is very "spacey" and forgetful, so much so that it's practically in her schedule to forget to tie her sneaker laces and fall flat on her face in the middle of the hall. She's actually so spacey that she once nearly cut her entire finger off while attempting to clean a large, sharp knife. Despite all this, she doesn't forget easily. Her memory is very good and she never forgets a face. She actually knows most of the residents of Wammy's, it's just they don't know her. Or, if they do, Penchant must completely disregard it. She does well in school, she might not be the best and she's certainly not the worst, thankfully, but she's convinced she's not doing well at all. She won't get any better, she tells herself, so Penchant barely bothers studying. Sure, she'll read, but she won't study. It's pointless in her mind, because she's already screwed by being so shy, and closed off from others.
She isn't particularly whiney, however. She would never say these things publically, not because she doesn't want worry anyone, but because she doubts anyone will care. She is, after all, just the quiet and awkward girl.
Appearance: [[Haine Otomiya/Kamiya from Shinshi Doumei Cross]]
Physical: Standing at 5'1", she is a small girl. She's surprisingly thing and bandaged from head to toe.
Hair: Long and a dirty blonde, it reaches to her waist.
Eyes: Big, brown and bright.
Clothing: She likes coats and skirts. It's not uncommon to see her wearing something that would be akin to a school uniform; buttoned-down, high collar coat, kneesocks, pleated skirt and short-heeled shoes. Clean-cut and put-together is her preferred style, but she is known to put on...interesting acessories. Sometimes she'll wear glasses without the 'glass' in them, and put a little keychain on the rim of them. She doesn't wear much jewlery, aside from an anklet on her left ankle. When she's not wearing a jacket, Penchant opts for a long sleeved shirt. She likes to cover up, really.
History: "Perua" was born to a family that owned a large company in Russia. Complications arose during birth, and her mother died hours after Perua was born. Her father was ashamed to see his first born was a girl, expecting a boy to take over his buissiness, and so once she was able to walk, Perua was locked in her room.
The windows had bars on them, and there was only one large window in the overwhelmingly lonely room, it was covered with dark blinds so no light could penetrate it. Once in a while, a maid would come up to the room to play with her out of pity. She eventually got it into her head that, if she could get her father's approval, she would be let out of her "bird cage". She worked hard, constantly studying and reading books well beyond her reading level. From mathmetics, to history, to psychology to mythology, she read it all untill she knew the book inside out. She even asked to take up ballet and piano, though her request was shot down because that would mean she would have to leave her room. Still, she kept heart and kept trying. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, and soon, her efforts became pointless. Her father re-married and ten months later, a new heir was born.
A male heir.
He saw no use in her anymore, so Perua's father put her up for adoption and sent her abroad, to America, to an orphanage. She was thirteen.
Perua kept to herself still. She had lost her place without even knowing or acheiving it, but she wasn't particularly bitter. The few times she'd seen her father, he he had been colder than cold. He barely acknowledged her existence, so how was she needed? Or even necessary, for that matter. The only surprising thing, to Perua, was that he had given her enough thought to end her Hell by finally giving her up. Still, she found that no one really 'wanted' her. She was too shy to approach any of the other children and within a year, she was carted off to another orphanage in hopes she'd fit in more there.
No such luck. Penchant remained shy and quiet, but was still not transferred. She didn't get along with anyone very well and another year passed before she was sent to Wammy's. It's been a year, and she still doesn't 'stick out' like the others. Still quiet, still shy, still clueless. Perua has become Penchant, but even her "new name" as she might call it, cannot dispell her past demons and her desire to be wanted.
Sample Journal Entry:
G-Good Evening!
Um...
...
I... really don't know what to put here. I'm...hoping it might help my shyness if I got out "there" a little more but...well, I'm still shy. I... I don't think I did well on that test today either. Ugh, I...I'm so stupid. I can't solve something simple... like that...! Good going, Penchant... Sigh.
Sample Roleplay:
Quiet. It was very quiet. It was nothing Penchant was not used to. She enjoyed it, in fact, she found solitude in the silence. Knowing there was no one else in the room brought forth some comfort in her. Maybe it was her shiness that brought that feeling to swell in her gut. People always seemed to sneer at her, in some way. Everyone here was smarter than her, and she knew it. She lifted her hand to her face and looked at the four poorly self-bandaged fingers. The only one not completely covered was her thumb. She sighed and let her hand drop down.
She stared downward at the piles of paper before her on the floor. Penchant was 'seated' on her bed; more or less. She was laid down on her back with her head mere centimeters above the floor. Her coat had been removed and was on her bed, while the shirt on her body was falling forward and had exposed her gut.
Still, Penchant just stared at the piles of paper while she chewed on the hairpin in her mouth.
It was finished homework. Well, aside from French. But she'd finish that before bed, no need to rush. It wasn't like she had to go somewhere or something. No, Penchant opted to avoid most of the other children at Wammy's. Perhaps that was why she was staring at the silver laptop that light was pouring out of. Curiously, she eyeballed it for a moment. She saw no point in keeping a journal, as L had instructed all of the children (and others, it seemed. To watch them when he could not, she guessed) of Wammy House to do. So, really, she had no choice but to obey. She attempted to sit up, but ended up on the floor instead of on the soft, cushiony and fall-breaking bed. She winced and moaned as she sat up, "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..." she kept saying. Penchant wandered over to the laptop and gingerly sat down, recalling how last time she'd sat on the floor, she had accidentally sat on a staple and gotten it stuck in her leg.
After hitting a few keys, she found herself staring at the homepage. Pursing her lips nervously, she pressed her fingers to the keyboard and typed. Maybe this would benefit her. ...Maybe.
PLAYER
Name: Aeria
LJ: heartlillie
Email:
IM: aim - solarnomiko, msn - could_i_have_this_kiss_forever@hotmail.com
CHARACTER
Name: Trenton Smith
Alias: Toll/T
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Habit/Neurosis: He has Bacillophobia, so he is constantly cleaning. He also has Trypanophobia. He also has to attach "Ms." or "Mr." to someone's name, depending on age. He calls the ones younger than him "Little", too.
Personality: No matter what he does, T does it with a smile on his face. He might be angry, but he's smiling at you. Why, you ask? He just wants to be pleasant. Really.
T is a very good-natured person, though his temper fuse is short. He's terribly proper, referring to his elders as "Miss", "Mrs.", or "Mister". The younger ones are called "Little" or "Little Ones", mostly to tease them. He teases because he "loves", as one might hear him say. He's flamboyant and joyful, always seemingly happy; in fact, while he's often annoyed, he'll quickly bounce back once he sees his little stabs are taking effect. He's a little bit of a prankster as well, his personal favorite is dunking water on sleepers and running off. Though, that's not really a prank, that's just mean. Yeah. Try telling him that. He's very defensive about himself, taking the little complaints about his pranks a little too personally. His excuse? "I was just being playful!" He likes being around people, and enjoys telling jokes. He's open about how he feels and is quite the flirt.
Outside of being the local jester, T is a fairly well-adjusted boy. He knows the routine here at Wammy's and sticks to it, often reminding others to stick to it as well. He likes to think of himself as a father figure, and is often seen trying to console others. He's protective, and easily angered if one were to threaten or endanger someone he is close to. And, his grades? Let's not discuss that. He's a bit... off. If you know what I mean. Well, as off as you can be at Wammy's.
Appearance: [[Tsuzuki Asato from Yami no Matsueih]]
Physical- He's tall, around 5'11" and thin. He has broad shoulders, and long limbs. Though he appears twiggy, he usually fixes that by wearing a large, baggy shirt. His skin is also relatively pale.
Hair- Black with brown highlights. It's usually gelled up like no tommorrow, but no matter how hard he tries, his precious coif is always mussed.
Eyes- Emerald Green.
Clothing- He opts for overly big shirts to make seem more fit, he just tucks the ends of his shirt in his pants, which are usually jeans. His shoes are anything from sneakers to dress shoes, though he prefers the latter.
History: Raised in orphanages. Plain and simple, Trenton was dumped off at a church/orphanage as a baby. How uncommon, hm? On a cold night in London, a young nun opened the church doors only to see a small, crying baby on the ground in a basket.
Sister Marie was the only 'sort' of "mother-figure" he knew, though he still had little to no respect for her. In his veiw, why sacrifice your own life so as that may pay back Jesus Christ? "He died for our sins, we owe it to him to live our lives, don't we?" It was because of his veiw that he began doing his best to always be happy. Honesty, he had once heard, was the key to true happiness, and he does his best to remain honest and open.
Now, this might seem odd, but T really has no trauma in his life. Oh, sure, he has a fear of needles and bacteria, but that's thanks to a book he read on bacteria. Who wants to die from poisoned needles, really? What a way to die.
T has had breif stints in other orphanages as well. He's been to a total of five different "orphan houses" as he'd say. The current housing situation would become odd (well, really, it was just because he didn't quite get along with the girls... or boys for that matter.) and he'd be moved. It wasn't until he was fifteen that was moved to Wammy's. What was the reason, he had asked. "Because you're special," the man said.
And he's been here ever since.
Sample Journal Entry:
Little Ones, Little Ones! Please do come up with a better excuse than the "flu" to avoid classes. If so many people had the flu, by now, I would have it, wouldn't I? Germs travel through the air, Little Ones, most of us would be sick by now. So, so suspicious~ ♥
Also, who's present in room twleve on the third floor? I hope you enjoyed my present for you, love~!
Ah! But to lift everyone's mood, I have a joke for you! A young blonde woman keeps coming out of her house to check her mail, and each time she sees it's empty, she scowls and goes back inside. Finally, he neighbor asks her why she's checking her mail so often. Do you know what she says?
Sample Roleplay:
"Such a lovely day!," he exclaimed happily. The past few days had been rainy, it was so nice to the sun out and shining on the greenery. Yellow, green and blue were so lovely together, he thought. He adjusted the sun glasses he wore and continued his little walk. "The air is fresh! The birds are chirping!" He grinned wider as he listened intently for a bird's chirping. Was that...?
No. Just a cicada. How odd, in the day!
"Aw, win some, lose some, I guess," he shrugged. He removed his black glasses to observe the colors more closely. "Ah~!" He twirled on spot. "You wouldn't be able to guess that it was winter, if you were to ignore the biting cold," he commented softly to himself.
T checked the wrist watch on his left wrist. Ten minutes before classes began. "Might as well hurry up," he said cheerfully, "I might be able to catch the screaming!" Ah, yes, the classic "water on the door" trick. He did hope that room 12's resident had a sense of humor, but no matter, no matter, no harm done. No harm at all. Well, okay, except that the resident of that room might be a bit late to class. His own fault, really, he hadn't have suspected that the resident was such a later sleeper. Ah, well. Again, win some, lose some. Or maybe a lot, T wasn't quite sure at the moment. His short 'walk' finished, he turned and entred the building once more.