Secreta Et Mendacium~ {FMC~x~Winged}

[WingedChaos]

SA Academy:

"Welcome to the start of another school year here, we're glad to have you all back once more for another glorious year" The principal of the school said grinning down broadly at the congregated mass of students before him some old some new, most of them where from prestigious families and followed the older traditions, though a few of the new money families they had like to conform with the times allowing for newer rules and regulations to be made within the school rankings.

A dark sly look played in the back of his eyes as he continued his speech talking about the schools rules and regulations, and any new additions to those rules, along with the west section of the school being off-limits.

The students looked up at him expectantly mixtures of boredom and curiosity mingled on their face as they continued to listen to his welcoming speech, this year’s student council sat behind him stoic and unmoving the only empty chair belong to the student president, but he was nowhere to be found as usual. Unannounced to the rest of the student body the council had a bet going on if he would even bother showing up for the welcoming ceremony. The principal tapped his figures on the podium irritably as he was forced to draw out his speech waiting for the illusive student to finally show up and take over, he had more pressing matters to attend to them keep up the farce of being a kind caring principal.

Behind him and all around the group of assembled students were the school’s security force, they wore the same standard school uniform as everyone else, almost blending in if not for the tell-tale arm bands on their right arm, all students had them but the color gave away their rank:

Purple being the most common rank, for any basic student accepted because of their status and rank in their family

Red being the second tier for those who contribute to the school either with money or bringing rewards and achievements to the school

Black armbands belonging to the student security force, helping to make sure that all stays well with in the schools walls.

The student council is made up of several different students and different ranks; the president wears a White one in contrast with his or her black uniform.

The last two arm bands are Green and Blue:
the Green one belonging to the one student they accept every year, a social case almost where they take a low class student and strive to turn them into an elite member of society.

Blue is believe to be rumored and elusive belong to the personal bodyguard of the 'Emperor'.

Generally the school remains peaceful and quiet but there are secrets in these walls, and under the grounds the students now stand on waiting for the Student President to speak.Many of them would be ensnared in the ongoing war between the elite students and the gangs of street urchins that seem to have some grudge against the school, or perhaps in the political plays of building better family alliances as the students work to make their way up the ranks and take down those in their way. Though if the principal has his way will any of them be the same, what is he hiding in the west wing of the school. In a school where lies and secrets are told as easily as breathing air can they survive through the school year or will the secrets they uncover and choices they have to make be too much for our students, will they loose their innocence completely or can they still reach for the light at the end of the school year.

We'll see~

[Flower Maiden Cheza]

Name: If you have to know, it's Hikari Ketsueki. Roughly translated from Japanese, "Blood of Light". Now go home.
Nickname: Snow Blood (Snow because of her Albinoism, and Blood because of her nature)
Gender: Female, if your eyes are broken.
Phrase: "Why don't you go home and cry to mommy?"
Age: 15
Appearance: I'm a goddamn albino, if you can't tell. It's not like the red eyes and snow white hair give it away, right? There's enough hair for you to tell, too, since it's down to my waist most of the time. I like keeping one eye covered by hair. It means it's less for me to take care of, and less I have to look at your faces through. I'm only 4'08 and 84 lbs. Yes, I'm light and short, even for my age. But that allows me to fit into places other people can only dream of getting into, and I'm easily liftable, too. Of course, because of my age, I'm flat, and sometimes pick on other girls for having big chests. My clothing varies, but it's usually in black, white or red. I do have other colours, they're just too annoying to wear.

Personality: I'm cynical, rude and impassionate. Sure, I've slept around, but that was for money, since I'm so scrapped for it, and I really haven't felt an attachment to those people. If you piss me off, which isn't that easy to do, though it seems like I'm pissed all the time, you're going to be in for it. I don't care about any goddamn rules or regulations. You're gone. Off. You understand me? Then again, I'm not sure how that'd work if we're already dead. Jesus... *Takes a breath* Anyway, when I'm alone, that all changes. I'm quite broken when I'm alone, letting thoughts of suicide fill my head. I guess some one finally took notice, as now I'm truly dead... You could say my rudeness is fueled by the anger towards my father, who sold me off to another Japanese family to try and get themselves out of debt. And you know what the friggin' funny part is? It didn't make a dent. I wasn't even sold for 1/100th of the debt he was in. So yeah, I think I'm allowed to want to bash his face in, don't you think?

Biography:
If you want to know, I had a normal childhood... well, sorta. I was brought up strictly in a rich house, not really loved. I was to be the heir of the family fortune and business, and was supposed to act like a little lady. But then, they had a son, and being the goddamn traditionalist they were, they shunned me and named the son as the heir. Years of training, wasted. But I didn't give up my studies. I continued, trying to show my father that I was capable of being the heir. However, no matter how hard I tried, he didn't seem to take notice.

That's when the business started to sink. I mean, like billions of yen in debt, literally. Still, I tried my best, but one day, I overheard a conversation. My father was talking to another man, telling him he'd sell me like I was some kind of object or something! I was in shock, but still, I would go along with it. After all, he was my father, and I needed to make him happy. But then the next days happened. He wouldn't speak to me. He'd speak as if he were talking to someone else, making his demands still known. It was as if I were a lesser being to him. That's when I started to despise him, to hate him.

The man that took me was nice enough, but I couldn't get my father out of my head. I wanted to kill the bastard so badly, so I could forget his betrayal. I looked back, and then realized I was foolish. He never wanted me in the first place. I tried so hard, but he never wanted me to be the heir. That realization changed me completely. I ran away from the man, unable to take his hospitality. I felt more at home on the streets, I found, among the other people whose lives had been shattered. I took refuge there, learned the back streets of Tokyo well. I fought underground, even sold myself off. I wanted to feel some sort of love, even if it was lustful love. I wanted to know what it was like to be loved, even fakely. I was desprate, still am. However, no matter how much I fought, no matter how much my pain was erased by physical pain, no matter how much I sold myself, I couldn't be satisfied. I knew I couldn't until the original son-of-a-bitch that sold me was dead.

But... while on the streets, I fell in steps with a gang. For a while, I'd be involved in their turf wars, or fight battles within that really didn't mean anything but the fight. I was liked there, wanted, if not needed. I felt a kind of love there, one I couldn't find at home. To supplement that, I did... other things, too. One was continuing my fights on the street when there was nothing going on in the gang. The other... is something I'm not exactly proud of... even if I still do it from time to time if I need money.

For a while, that was my life, day in and day out. Until this man... basically kidnapped me from my life and told me that there was so much more that I could do, that I could become. He saw it within me that I used to be a nice girl, and I could become that girl again. Of course, I told him he was full of shit, but he made me promise that I'd at least try. I took it, only to show him that there's some things you couldn't fix. I wanted to destroy his little goody-two-shoes view of the world. The girl I used to be was long gone.

Still, I returned to my newest home, where they greeted me back with full arms, not really concerned about my leaving. They were worried, sure, but they didn't punish me. Maybe they thought I needed some time to collect my thoughts after what happened to me. I don't know -- I never asked. But now, here I am, a purple band at this school, ready to teach the kid that tried to bring me back that not everything fit into his vision of the world.

[WingedChaos]

Name:
Hanabi, Yumiko


Favorite Phrase:
"Idiots."

Gender:
Female.

Nick Name:
Ice Flower


Rank:
Red: Vice President of the Student Council
Black: Head of Security

Age:
17

Personality:
Yumiko's a rather complex creature that cold outer facade she shows, does nothing to depict the childish and fun spirit underneath. Not many are sure why she likes coming off as cold and factious, if you ask her a question she'll give you an answer if the shortness amount of words possible, ingrained with a sense of perfection being the sole child of her parents she takes her job as head of security seriously, and even runs training drills for her soldiers before and after classes.

She seems remote and detached from the world, unless shes around those close to her, which generally only includes the student council and her five lieutenants, around them she opens up and its like her cold icy exterior melts showing this playful girl making jokes and actually enjoying the company of humans.

A lot of people find it odd that a girl would be running a security force, but anyone that's seen her in fight, and that normally happens when the street gangs try and invade the school wouldn't question her, but even then its hard to get a rise out of her. The only one that's seem to be able to is a cheeky little street rat that just comes and wanders the school, not looking for trouble just not belonging there.


Biography:
The first and only child of the Hanabi Industries, Yumiko was raised on the best money could buy. It mattered little to her, she passed through her schoolings with a bored air around her scoring high marks as if she was having her afternoon tea ceremony lessons. Everything she did was done in the same cold calculated demeanor, not that her parents noticed the way she did it only that did it properly. As the only child her mother would be able to have, Yumiko had to be perfect she had to be the ideal heir for the empire growing under her feet. A lot of her friend's she knew resented being made into a perfect child, but she welcomed it letting other direct her life telling her how to live, it too the responsibility of it all away from her leaving her alone in her mind to escape the world.

Kept away from other children as she was growing up, only have friends during the brief few hours she was in school she never learned how to truly interact with others, so she comes of just as cold and detached as her parents when they raised her. The only outlet she found was in her fathers kendo dojo, that's where she picked up her fighting skills and discipline she uses leading her security force, it became an obsession almost for her, when she wasn't in school or at her lessons on being a proper lady and how to run a business; she was in the dojo fighting against men twice the size of her building up strength and stamina some times practicing to the point of her nearly passing out. The men and students in the dojo became her second family truly caring about asking how her day was and making sure that she didn't push herself till she ended up sprawled on the training mat past the point of exhaustion still trying to keep going. They supported her in her schooling and helped her over come her fear of not being perfect enough for her parents allowing her to regain some type of control over her life.

Taking that control she enrolled herself at the academy, earning her rank by cheap underhand deals and voting. When the president found out about it he kicked her off the student council and back down to a purple rank telling her that there was no easy way out of life and if she wanted her rank back then proof she was worthy of it. At first Yumiko hated him for it, but as she worked her way up the security forces ranking earning their respect and trust she began to find solace in his words, afraid to try and gain entrance back to the security council, afraid that they wouldn't approve of her again since of the way she had joined their ranks to start with she refrained from participating in the next election. Much to her surprise other students and teacher voted her in, even a few of the student council members did as well saying that they liked her for who she was and they way she handled things not because she made a few shady deals. Now she serves next to them happily, glad that the President had stripped her back down only for her to build herself back up, sure she admired him for his courage to help people change but he had become like a big brother to her over the years.