CloudNine x CloudyDreams

[CloudNine]

Full name: Sonata Dren

Preferred Name: Dhreim

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Grade: Junior (11th)

Occupation: Secret Agent

Description of looks: At a height of 5' 5", Dhreim has a skinny figure that shows a flexible build; a perfect body to use for her weapons. Dhreim has electric blue eyes on the left and bright purple eyes on the right. They seem to glow so that in the dark, they almost look like they're glowing brightly. Dhreim has mid-length light lavender colored hair, and bangs that cover her purple eye seem lighter against her pale skin. Her lavender hair, as it gets near the ends, turns a dark shade of blue. At the age of 13, she dyed her dark hazel hair to their current color. Unknown to anyone, Dhreim has a small tribal tattoo underneath her ear, hidden by her hair.

Personality: Dhreim is a very happy person, and tends to smile or grin a lot. She often blanks out and because of this, people think she’s stupid. People that Dhreim could call a friend often scolds her for "keeping her head stuck in the clouds", but Dhreim calls it "clearing her mind", which is actually true. In order for her to relax, she has to clear her mind of intervening thoughts. This practice helps her when she fights because with her swift skills, she doesn't have any time to think. Dhreim is also a very nice person. For people she trusts, she cares for them deeply and will sacrifice her own life for someone she loves. Although she is nice, she is not a person to take advantage of. She can be deadly and will not show mercy to people who harmed or took advantage of her loved ones.

History: Like Rivaille, Dhreim was also picked up from the streets at the age of 11. She and Rivaille soon became close friends. Because of her unusual multi-colored eyes, Dhreim was abandoned when she was a baby and lived off the streets by stealing and shoplifting.

Likes: Cats, sharp pointy things

Dislikes: People touching her

Sexuality: Straight

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Other random things I might have forgotten to add: Dhreim’s best and only friend is currently Lance E. Rivaille. They are extremely close and they are usually seen talking quietly with each other. Though it’s more of Rivaille talking and Dhreim listening.
If your occupation was Secret agent-
Type: Assassin/Sniper

Weapons: Something I made up called, “Dread.”

Description of weapon(s): This weapon is a half gun/half mini-scythe. On the picture shown, the opposite ends of the scythes are guns and on the opposite end of the trigger. Instead of using bullets, these guns are specially designed to use the particles in the air. These special ammunition forms hard compounds to be able to deal a greater amount of damage than regular bullets. The amount of injury dealt with the guns is based on the air quality. If the air is poisonous, the bullet-like particles will also be poisonous, if the air is extremely clean, the damage will be less than normal, etc.

Beads of sweat slowly rolled down Dhreim's pale skin as she panted lightly. She had just finished a full 5-hour intense training. Chugging down a bottle of water, Dhreim quickly walked past the massive training area. Entering the intimidating, unbreakable metal hallway, she quickly walked to the elevator and leaned against the wall as the elevator lightly hummed as it moved upward to the basement. The basement was a dark place. Nobody ever went in there, the perfect place to hide one of the entrances to the secret agency of S.A's. Quickly walking up the stairs hidden behind stacks of storage boxes, Dhreim finally entered her school, Frost Academy. Wiping beads of sweat off her forehead, she noticed a friend of hers. Lance. Grinning, she snuck up behind him and tackled him to the ground.

Sitting criss-cross apple sauce on Lance's stomach Dhreim grinned wider, "What's up Lance?"

[CloudyDreams]

Rivaille stood, watching people pass by him as he waited for his friend. He was near one of the entrances of Frost Academy, the place where he lived...and trained. The small man was wearing his usual; black shirt, black pants, combat boots laced tightly, and his grayed scarf wrapped around his neck. Absentmindedly, he caressed the soft material with his middle and thumb finger. The next thing Rivaille knew, he was down on the ground with a girl on top of him. It was Dhreim, probably just back from another training unit. She was sweating slightly, and gave him a greeting.

"What's up Lance?"

Grunting, he tried to push the taller girl off him with no luck. Sighing, he relaxed and just lay on the ground. "It's Rivaille Dhreim, Rivaille," he said. "What's up..Another hard day at training?" he said with a grin. Rivaille was in luck, he got to somehow got to 'skip' practice.

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Full name: Lance E. Rivaille

Preferred name: Rivaille

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Grade: 11th Grade

Occupation: Secret Agent

Description of looks: With his short stature, he barely reaches the height of 5’4. Despite his fragile and weak appearance, he is very compact; much like a gymnast. Rivaille has a dark brown hair, with streaks of golden brown in them which suggests he’s a mixed breed of some sort. He naturally has a slight tan skin color.

He is seen with a plain scarf that seemed to be originally white, but now gray from use. The scarf is something that is very memorable to Rivaille, and he is rarely seen without it. He usually wears a plain t-shirt accompanied with black jeans and your regular sneakers.

Personality: A very blunt and candid person, he shows no fear in telling others his feelings towards them. Though cold and shadowed most of the times, he does value other people’s lives and will not hesitate to help for the greater good. With his never-changing facial expressions and bright hazel eyes, people feel that he ‘glares’ too much at people. (Though he thinks he’s just studying them for future reference) Rivaille isn’t a genius at solving things like other snipers; most likely from the lack of fundamental education he didn’t have when he was doing crime.

History: Rivaille was picked up by the Secret Agent’s when he was 11, where he roamed and did crime. It is known that he was quite good at his life in crime and still shows minor signs of his past life. He showed exceptional skill with his training and was officially released to Frost Highschool for education. Very close friends with Sonata Dren (Dhreim), who has been training with him step by step.

Likes: Cats (They don’t seem to like him though…), Mr. Scarf

Dislikes: Sweet things, Computers.

Sexuality: Homosexual

Other random things I might have forgotten to add: Thinks of Dhreim like a sister that’s more like a good friend.

If your occupation was Secret agent-

Class: Sniper and Martial Artist

Weapons: His body, sniper rifle, handguns, assortment of blades

Description of weapon(s): Mainly uses his body as a weapon since he is very agile with above-average reactions. He isn’t a ninja though so…

[CloudNine]

Watching Lance's poor attempt to push of Dhreim caused her to bite her lip to keep in laughs. Finally giving up, Lance layed on the ground causing Dhreim to break out in a wide, cocky smirk at her win.

"It's Rivaille Dhreim, Rivaille," he said. "What's up..Another hard day at training?"

Rolling her eyes, "Yeah, training is so hard and it's always Lance to me."

Helping Lance up from the ground, she wondered out loud what he did while she was training.

[CloudyDreams]

Seeing the smirk on her face, Rivaille's face scrunched up. It was normal for people to push him around or watch him helplessly try to push a taller person off from him, but he was alright with it. There were of course pro's for being short. He grabbed Dhreim's offered hand and pulled himself up easily. His bright hazel eyes stared at Dhreim. "Yeah, training is so hard and it's always Lance to me."
He chuckled, looked down at the ground then back up at her. He knew Dhreim would always call him by his first name no matter how much Rivailled told her not too. Dhreim had asked him what he was up too while she was training, and he gave a slight shrug. "Meh...You know...Standing here and there.. Eating...Petting some kitties.", he mumbled. The last part was a rotten lie though, the last cat he tried to hug was a tabby and it had slashed him quite ferociously. Rivaille had no idea why cats wouldn't accept his love, but just accept food on the ground. I'm sure my hugs aren't that crushing... he thought to himself.

[CloudNine]

As she listened to Lance talk about "petting kitties" it became harder to hold in her laughter. By the time he finished talking, Dhreim's face had turned a light shade of red due to how hard she was trying to hold in her laughter. Holding her hands up in a "time-out" symbol, she walked to the entrance of the school, stepped outside, and let out all her laughter. She knew how much cats seemed to have an undying hate toward her good friend. But she understood why. If she was a cat and she was help in a death-hug, she'd hate that person too. After she had let out all her anger, she walked back to Lance and smiled brightly.

"So... hugging kitties?" She patted his shoulder, "It's alright Lance. Maybe you'll find a cat that'll love you in some way... eventaully."

[CloudyDreams]

Dhreim was quite red at the face when Rivaille had finished talking about his adventure's with the feline. The next thing the thick-headed guy knew, she was passing by him. He could hear a massive outburst of barking laughter, and he reddened slightly. She came back a few minutes later and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "It's alright Lance. Maybe you'll find a cat that'll love you in some way... eventually."

Puffing his cheeks, he gave a arrogant nod and crossed his arms and looked the other way. Talking about his failed relationships was embarrassing...in some way. "I WILL find one...soon. Very soon," he said indignantly. Then, a shrieking bell alarmingly rang. Rolling his eyes a bit, he let out a sigh and started walking towards a hall way, where it would eventually lead to a room with the instructors. Looking back at Dhreim he gave a slight nod, "You coming?" There was really nothing to laugh about anymore, it was time to kill another, or something like that.

[CloudNine]

Looking at Lance, she nodded, her face taking on a darker expression. Walking alongside Lance, she felt weary, tired. She was tired of killing. She wanted a normal life. It was what she yearned for; to own a house, work for a living, and be in a relationship. She wanted to experience everything, but with her status, it was forbidden. Rubbing her arms to relax herself, she sighed and regained her composure as the two of them neared the meeting room. Cracking the door open, Dhreim stepped in with Lance behind her and shut the door.

"Glad you made it on time. I've just recieved your next mission."

[CloudyDreams]

Killing, stealing, black-mailing, and beating up people was a daily chore for Rivaille. He didn't exactly mind the last 3, since he came from crime, and crime revolved around the dark stuff. Still, killing someone still wasn't easy for a long-time veteran like Rivaille. It hurt his conscience to know that even if he killed a bad person, there were always a few people who would get hurt because he killed. When the two had entered the room, there were already there.

"Glad you made it on time. I've just recieved your next mission."

Rivaille suppressed another sigh, and held out his hand for the written documents. He soon was in possession of the papers, and he waited silently for the instructor to say any more additional information.

[CloudNine]

As Lance took the documents, Dhreim stood to the side and decided to relax herself. She only intended to "blank out" for a couple seconds to clear her thoughts. This relaxation was different from when she fought. She was free to think, and be in her own world. She was now just an blank slate. Her mind was now somewhere else. In her mind, she could hear the instructor explain the details of their mission. She wanted to listen, but at the same time she didn't. It felt like she stood there for hours before she was viciously pulled out of her world. As her eyes came into focus, and her mind cleared, she found herself laying on the floor in a feeble position, clutching her stomach.

The instructor had punched her.

As her body and everything came into focus, she could feel the pulsing pain around her stomach. Unlike the other Agents, her body was weak. Her body was more fragile than most because she had focused her body highly in speed and gymnastics. She was also an offensive person in combat, and lacked in defense. Her reaction time for defense was extremely slow, but she excelled at swift, offensive attacks. Taking in the pain, Dhreim slowly stood up and faced the instructor. He was a terrible man. His face was full of war scars, and his beady eyes were cold. But, he was a good leader and he was not one to be messed with.

[CloudyDreams]

The instructor had punched the girl next to Rivaille. Surprised, he stood there, frozen in place. Dhreim had fallen to the ground, clutching her stomach. He could see obvious pain in her body. Clutching his fists, his eyes found the instructors. He clenched his jaw, and the muscle rippled around his jawline. Rivaille studied the scar lines on his face, the beady eyes, and the firm aggressive aura he held. The instructor half-snarled at Rivaille then jabbed a finger at Dhreim. "You...need to pay attention dimwit." Rivaille cursed in his mind, and decided to take action. "We'll go know," he said stiffly to the instructor. Grabbing Dhreim's left arm firmly with his left arm, he guided her out of the room with the paper clutched in his right. The door banged behind the two with a deafening clang. Rivaille knew he would get hell for acting up in front of the instructor, but it was all right. The instructor was a total bastard. Without looking at Dhreim, he asked: "You alright?" He knew well that she was just clearing her mind, no spacing out because she was dumb.