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[b]Ethnicity:[/b]
[b]Usual attire:[/b]
[b][s]Relations:[/s][/b]
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[b]Physical strength:[/b]
-1/10 and why they are that weak/strong-
[b]Mental strength:[/b]
-1/10 and why they are that weak/strong-
[b]Outward personality:[/b]
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[b]Inward personality:[/b]
-At least one paragraph-
[b]Bio:[/b]
-Why are they in Grim City? Just because? How long have they been there?-
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Leader of the D.T.R.
Name:Maximus Xan
Nickname:
Members of the D.T.R. :-: X
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Many, many scars coated over his body and 3 main scars. One on his cheek. A burn mark from when he was younger which goes in a straight line from his cheekbones to the upper right corner of his ear. A mark that looks like it hurts like hell. A mark that says “I’ve been through shit.” Another mark that is on his right arm. It resembles a cursive X, as if someone purposely branded it into him. The third one is on his left arm and it just won’t fade away. A simple mark with no dignifying features even though it goes straight from his pulse to the top, reaching its way around to his right shoulder blade.
A well built body, almost resembling a bodybuilder but not enough veins popping out. However, it is very clear that he works out. His height is at exactly 7'3" and weighing 267 pounds with nothing but muscle. He stands like a brick wall and his shoulders always look a bit slumped over, as if he's about to go hulk on someone if they don't watch their back. Something that people notice when they go to shake his hands is that his fingers are never straight. A double jointed curse. He can't get them form an even straight line and instead, the proximal phalanges are always bent inwards towards the other finger beside one.
His face isn't specifically intimidating. He always seems to have an expression of boredom. His facial muscles aren't familiar with friendly smiles unless they look as though they are a sarcastic or nasty smirk. However, anger is a facial expression that he is familiar with and everyone knows that he looks like he's about to blow when he's angry. Everyone in his group at least. His aura isn't anything special. In fact, it's only his looks that attract attention. The vibe that he gives off is plain, bored, and determined. Almost always appearing as if he is looking down at the ground even though he is never failing to observe the people around him. His dark brown eyes always looking, searching for something that may or may not be in view. Maximus has raven black hair which is always combed back with no gel.
Realistically speaking, his looks aren't half bad. He's got the looks of a bachelor and nonexistent wrinkles. However, like I said before, his expression is about as bland as it gets and his built body covered in scars is far too intimidating to get that much ladies. His skin color is a nice milk chocolate brown but you can't quite tell what race he is just by looking at him.
Ethnicity: Native Hawaiian
Usual attire:
Maximus almost always has on some sort of hoodie. They never stand out though. Camouflage, dirt brown, or plain ol' black. Never too large and never too big for him. They're always just right for his size. On his ears, he has black studded earrings and he wears black bracelets daily. Black, black, and more black. It would be easy to have your eyes skim right past him if he weren't so large but that's his goal. Blend in and stay unnoticed. Under the black and gray boxers are Maximus's jeans and they are usually just his size if not a little tight on him. Not see the outline of his ass tight but tight enough that they won't be falling down anytime soon. He only owns 3 pairs of shoes and they're all the exact same. Same brand, same color. Dark brown with mud covering the soles of them and some on the vamp wing on the shoe which he at least attempts to clean. Summarization?
Boring.
Relations:
Hatred. As the leader of the D.T.R, it is very understandable that Maximus has nothing but pure hatred for the Reapers. He uses violence, threats, and sacrifice. His brutality is not to be underestimated. Killing Reapers during the night and the only exception is if they have a child in sight. He never kills in front of children. Ever. It is his own personal code that he made due to the fact that it was terrible to watch and he doesn't want children to have to go through that. There was only one time when he killed a child Reaper. He was 17 years old and they were 16. Both children. That was a day that he will always see in his dreams as he stabbed him out of anger with the arklain.
However, this does not mean that he would treat a human with less violence if they were to anger him. Or if they can be proven to be valuable. The deaths of a few humans are not as important as the death of all reapers. So, sacrifices has been made. However, he only tries to kill reapers.
Most of his victims are reapers that seems suspicious or they have an important status and are hiding the fact that they are reapers. Following them until he can strike them out of the blue somewhere alone. At times he will kill many if there are more than 5 reapers in one place. Of course, he does not kill every reaper even though he wants to. He tries to narrow it down to killing only violent reapers.
So far, D.T.R. has killed 183 reapers and only 7 humans. 40 reapers were killed in his first massacre. 43 in his second and the rest were spread out at different times. The police has never caught them and the thing is, they don't try very hard and attempting to find the killers. This is because of the unjust system that is treating reapers as if it doesn't matter as much if they are to die. Unfair, yes. But what do you think reality is?
Physical strength:
9.2
Maximus isn't to be messed with. He could punch his hand through a brick wall and it would barely hurt him. Since Maximus was younger, he was taught that the world was "kill or kill." What that meant was that losing was unforgivable and you either won or you became a failure. Taught to always look behind his shoulder before he didn't anything rash and to try his best to never, ever do things out of pure spur of the moment. He has been learning self defense, boxing, and Brazilian Jujitsu since he was younger. However, the only one that he actually ever mastered would be boxing. A champion in his high school days and a murderer in the present. His speed on the other hand is most definitely not her area of expertise and anyone could tell. A decent runner but any fast person could outrun in in a matter of seconds. Maximus has pretty fast reflexes at times but he would much rather sneak attack someone and have them cornered rather than have to chase them down the streets.
Mental strength:
5.0
Calculating, cruel, and merciless towards Reapers. If those are strengths- which he would say are- then he's got a good amount of mental strengths. However, his mental state is quite childish and it is rather easy to get him angry.
Special ability(s):
X-Ray vision:-:
Emitting a ray frequency that produces a transparency effect to visually penetrate solid objects or see within objects. When this happens, his dark brown eyes turn a bit brighter. If Maximus chooses to, he has the ability to see through bones and clothing due to his X-Ray vision. However, it only works on human beings which means that anyone he cannot see through is a Reaper. This has been proven very useful for him out in the public when he is dividing the humans and reapers in his mind. Other than humans, the X-ray vision works on very thin doors.
Outward and inward personality:
Maximus used to be a quiet boy that didn't talk about his feelings. Always hiding them inside himself with a stoic expression that worried his parents. However, that changed after he turned 10 years old. Now, he is a bipolar halfwit that doesn't know how to control his anger. Rage and fury are two terms that some say he is the definition of. Once he snaps, he takes his anger out by destroying things and using violence. Maximus hasn't upheld his teachings of not doing things that he believes are right at that moment but luckily, there's one thing he is good and and that's making plans. Plans that impact people whether they're straight up psychopathic or sane. Maximus knows how to accomplish his goals. Of course, everyone fails and he has completed a mission that was unsuccessful once or twice and that was a night he did not sleep.
He has always observed people and objects in his surroundings, quietly and like a creeper. Making sure not to make any eye contact with people that he had no interest in and only wanting to know about what was going on. Maximus is a man that has no filter. He curses often and he doesn’t need permission to do whatever he chooses. A man that doesn’t obey the law and chooses to attempt to create his own by using violence or whatever else he deems necessary at that point. And that does not have very much limits to what he could do.
Maximus knows no forgiveness. Forgiveness means to put things behind you: move on. That isn't something that he believes in and it is not something that he wants to believe in. Everyone gets one chance to prove that they are worthy of his small amount of trust. And that is not something that many people receive. When you betray him, even if you have been alongside with him for 10 years, you will still die. There will be no excuses and no begging for forgiveness. The feeling of pain and betrayal in his heart will fleet quickly, turning into something dark and gruesome. Pure hatred and the reason for your existence, in his eyes, will vanish.
Throughout the years, Maximus has noticed something that he had failed to realize in his life. Everything was the Reapers fault. Everything was their fault and if they had just stayed in the shadows like they were meant to do, nothing bad would have happened in his life. That is his belief. The Reapers are to blame for everything in his eyes. A premature thought process but it has done wonders in making sure that he barely had any guilt in his body. Maximus is unfamiliar with such a word. Guilt is for the weak and the weak are left to die.
Deep down and hidden in his soul, beneath all the rubbish and detritus is a man that actually wants to change his ways. He wants to be able to suppress his anger and hatred, living with a smile on his face. He wants to change and for some reason, he believes that he is slowly doing so. But reality is harsh and the truth is that he is now practically a lost cause. He barely even flinches when he kills a Reaper and he's killed many humans as well. Maximus simply wants to be happy and satisfied with his life but he knows that will never happen. Not as long as he breathes in the cold air that is mixed in with pollution and watches as Reapers and humans cohabit.
When he became the leader of the D.T.R, he finally understood his reason for his own existence. To kill the Reapers and make them wish that they had never exposed themselves. Bloodshed, in his eyes, is only a way of life because everyone must die and it is unfair that they are allowed to send people to their deaths without permission. They are not god and they are not the chosen ones.
Humans are. Humans are the ones that made civilization as it is now. Even if it is practically broken and worthless, humanity is still something that Reapers cannot just barge into. Aliens is what they are in his eyes. Non-understandable creatures with no reason to show themselves out in the open.
Bio:
Born and raised in Lower Raven, Maximus was the son of a rich couple that were billionaires and the owner of a bank called Raytel. A major bank that had them busy nearly 24/7 with no time for their son. His father was a boisterous and his mother a kind sweetheart with a sharp tongue. Maximus was a 10 year old spoiled brat and his parents hadn't even realized it as they showered him with whatever he desired. However, there was an incident in his supposedly "safe" neighborhood. Reapers.
Maximus was out in the neighborhood, on his way back home with his parents when they were murdered. By a Reaper no less. A mere gunshot was what his parents had received from an unknown man that fled the scene right after. The Reaper came next and unfairly took their souls even though it was not their time. They were at a mere 75% when he absconded with their souls along with all of the money and jewels that they had on them. A murder and a mugging by the people that were supposed to safely take humans souls to the afterlife. It was preposterous.
Soon after that, Maximus became more aware of what was going on around him besides his studies and the boring school gossip that held no meaning. The killings were happening all around him and mostly in a place called Grim City. A place where the Reapers roamed and murdered daily. It was unacceptable. They were stronger? They were stronger so all the humans could do was stand back and watch? No. He would do something about this. He would exterminate the Reapers.
And so, 3X2X he created the D.T.R. and recruited a mere 7 members to fight alongside with them. This was after the discovery of arklain which had Maximus feeling the need for this element. An element that would allow him to be equal with the Reapers and kill them. Soon, pulling some strings, he got hold of the arklain and created many weapons out of them. Members started filling in to get rid of the Reapers. It wasn't just him that was against these creatures. It wasn't just him that had lost family members, loved ones, and friends. It was more than 200 people that had been in the same situation as him.
The D.T.R. now has about 300 members scattered within Raven and counting. Surely his praents would disapprove of what he is now doing. They would say it is "unjust". However, in his eyes, what was unjust was when his parents were taken from him without a warning and all he could do was stare at the caskets with a blank expressions and tears welling in his eyes. The Reapers are at fault for everything that had gone wrong afterwards.
"The shadows was a good place for them. A good place for them to hide. But those days are over. Kill or kill."
-Detailed background information and Why are they in Grim City? Just because? How long have they been there? If they like humans, why?-
Occupation:
-Maintenance worker/Handyman
Hobbies and interests:
-Violence, Brazilian jujitsu, boxing, beer, fighting, observing.
Other:
Leader of the D.T.R.
Theme song: Optional
Name:Maximus Xan
Nickname:
Members of the D.T.R. :-: X
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Many, many scars coated over his body and 3 main scars. One on his cheek. A burn mark from when he was younger which goes in a straight line from his cheekbones to the upper right corner of his ear. A mark that looks like it hurts like hell. A mark that says “I’ve been through shit.” Another mark that is on his right arm. It resembles a cursive X, as if someone purposely branded it into him. The third one is on his left arm and it just won’t fade away. A simple mark with no dignifying features even though it goes straight from his pulse to the top, reaching its way around to his right shoulder blade.
A well built body, almost resembling a bodybuilder but not enough veins popping out. However, it is very clear that he works out. His height is at exactly 7'3" and weighing 267 pounds with nothing but muscle. He stands like a brick wall and his shoulders always look a bit slumped over, as if he's about to go hulk on someone if they don't watch their back. Something that people notice when they go to shake his hands is that his fingers are never straight. A double jointed curse. He can't get them form an even straight line and instead, the proximal phalanges are always bent inwards towards the other finger beside one.
His face isn't specifically intimidating. He always seems to have an expression of boredom. His facial muscles aren't familiar with friendly smiles unless they look as though they are a sarcastic or nasty smirk. However, anger is a facial expression that he is familiar with and everyone knows that he looks like he's about to blow when he's angry. Everyone in his group at least. His aura isn't anything special. In fact, it's only his looks that attract attention. The vibe that he gives off is plain, bored, and determined. Almost always appearing as if he is looking down at the ground even though he is never failing to observe the people around him. His dark brown eyes always looking, searching for something that may or may not be in view. Maximus has raven black hair which is always combed back with no gel.
Realistically speaking, his looks aren't half bad. He's got the looks of a bachelor and nonexistent wrinkles. However, like I said before, his expression is about as bland as it gets and his built body covered in scars is far too intimidating to get that much ladies. His skin color is a nice milk chocolate brown but you can't quite tell what race he is just by looking at him.
Ethnicity: Native Hawaiian
Usual attire:
Maximus almost always has on some sort of hoodie. They never stand out though. Camouflage, dirt brown, or plain ol' black. Never too large and never too big for him. They're always just right for his size. On his ears, he has black studded earrings and he wears black bracelets daily. Black, black, and more black. It would be easy to have your eyes skim right past him if he weren't so large but that's his goal. Blend in and stay unnoticed. Under the black and gray boxers are Maximus's jeans and they are usually just his size if not a little tight on him. Not see the outline of his ass tight but tight enough that they won't be falling down anytime soon. He only owns 3 pairs of shoes and they're all the exact same. Same brand, same color. Dark brown with mud covering the soles of them and some on the vamp wing on the shoe which he at least attempts to clean. Summarization?
Boring.
Relations:
Hatred. As the leader of the D.T.R, it is very understandable that Maximus has nothing but pure hatred for the Reapers. He uses violence, threats, and sacrifice. His brutality is not to be underestimated. Killing Reapers during the night and the only exception is if they have a child in sight. He never kills in front of children. Ever. It is his own personal code that he made due to the fact that it was terrible to watch and he doesn't want children to have to go through that. There was only one time when he killed a child Reaper. He was 17 years old and they were 16. Both children. That was a day that he will always see in his dreams as he stabbed him out of anger with the arklain.
However, this does not mean that he would treat a human with less violence if they were to anger him. Or if they can be proven to be valuable. The deaths of a few humans are not as important as the death of all reapers. So, sacrifices has been made. However, he only tries to kill reapers.
Most of his victims are reapers that seems suspicious or they have an important status and are hiding the fact that they are reapers. Following them until he can strike them out of the blue somewhere alone. At times he will kill many if there are more than 5 reapers in one place. Of course, he does not kill every reaper even though he wants to. He tries to narrow it down to killing only violent reapers.
So far, D.T.R. has killed 183 reapers and only 7 humans. 40 reapers were killed in his first massacre. 43 in his second and the rest were spread out at different times. The police has never caught them and the thing is, they don't try very hard and attempting to find the killers. This is because of the unjust system that is treating reapers as if it doesn't matter as much if they are to die. Unfair, yes. But what do you think reality is?
Physical strength:
9.2
Maximus isn't to be messed with. He could punch his hand through a brick wall and it would barely hurt him. Since Maximus was younger, he was taught that the world was "kill or kill." What that meant was that losing was unforgivable and you either won or you became a failure. Taught to always look behind his shoulder before he didn't anything rash and to try his best to never, ever do things out of pure spur of the moment. He has been learning self defense, boxing, and Brazilian Jujitsu since he was younger. However, the only one that he actually ever mastered would be boxing. A champion in his high school days and a murderer in the present. His speed on the other hand is most definitely not her area of expertise and anyone could tell. A decent runner but any fast person could outrun in in a matter of seconds. Maximus has pretty fast reflexes at times but he would much rather sneak attack someone and have them cornered rather than have to chase them down the streets.
Mental strength:
5.0
Calculating, cruel, and merciless towards Reapers. If those are strengths- which he would say are- then he's got a good amount of mental strengths. However, his mental state is quite childish and it is rather easy to get him angry.
Special ability(s):
X-Ray vision:-:
Emitting a ray frequency that produces a transparency effect to visually penetrate solid objects or see within objects. When this happens, his dark brown eyes turn a bit brighter. If Maximus chooses to, he has the ability to see through bones and clothing due to his X-Ray vision. However, it only works on human beings which means that anyone he cannot see through is a Reaper. This has been proven very useful for him out in the public when he is dividing the humans and reapers in his mind. Other than humans, the X-ray vision works on very thin doors.
Outward and inward personality:
Maximus used to be a quiet boy that didn't talk about his feelings. Always hiding them inside himself with a stoic expression that worried his parents. However, that changed after he turned 10 years old. Now, he is a bipolar halfwit that doesn't know how to control his anger. Rage and fury are two terms that some say he is the definition of. Once he snaps, he takes his anger out by destroying things and using violence. Maximus hasn't upheld his teachings of not doing things that he believes are right at that moment but luckily, there's one thing he is good and and that's making plans. Plans that impact people whether they're straight up psychopathic or sane. Maximus knows how to accomplish his goals. Of course, everyone fails and he has completed a mission that was unsuccessful once or twice and that was a night he did not sleep.
He has always observed people and objects in his surroundings, quietly and like a creeper. Making sure not to make any eye contact with people that he had no interest in and only wanting to know about what was going on. Maximus is a man that has no filter. He curses often and he doesn’t need permission to do whatever he chooses. A man that doesn’t obey the law and chooses to attempt to create his own by using violence or whatever else he deems necessary at that point. And that does not have very much limits to what he could do.
Maximus knows no forgiveness. Forgiveness means to put things behind you: move on. That isn't something that he believes in and it is not something that he wants to believe in. Everyone gets one chance to prove that they are worthy of his small amount of trust. And that is not something that many people receive. When you betray him, even if you have been alongside with him for 10 years, you will still die. There will be no excuses and no begging for forgiveness. The feeling of pain and betrayal in his heart will fleet quickly, turning into something dark and gruesome. Pure hatred and the reason for your existence, in his eyes, will vanish.
Throughout the years, Maximus has noticed something that he had failed to realize in his life. Everything was the Reapers fault. Everything was their fault and if they had just stayed in the shadows like they were meant to do, nothing bad would have happened in his life. That is his belief. The Reapers are to blame for everything in his eyes. A premature thought process but it has done wonders in making sure that he barely had any guilt in his body. Maximus is unfamiliar with such a word. Guilt is for the weak and the weak are left to die.
Deep down and hidden in his soul, beneath all the rubbish and detritus is a man that actually wants to change his ways. He wants to be able to suppress his anger and hatred, living with a smile on his face. He wants to change and for some reason, he believes that he is slowly doing so. But reality is harsh and the truth is that he is now practically a lost cause. He barely even flinches when he kills a Reaper and he's killed many humans as well. Maximus simply wants to be happy and satisfied with his life but he knows that will never happen. Not as long as he breathes in the cold air that is mixed in with pollution and watches as Reapers and humans cohabit.
When he became the leader of the D.T.R, he finally understood his reason for his own existence. To kill the Reapers and make them wish that they had never exposed themselves. Bloodshed, in his eyes, is only a way of life because everyone must die and it is unfair that they are allowed to send people to their deaths without permission. They are not god and they are not the chosen ones.
Humans are. Humans are the ones that made civilization as it is now. Even if it is practically broken and worthless, humanity is still something that Reapers cannot just barge into. Aliens is what they are in his eyes. Non-understandable creatures with no reason to show themselves out in the open.
Bio:
Born and raised in Lower Raven, Maximus was the son of a rich couple that were billionaires and the owner of a bank called Raytel. A major bank that had them busy nearly 24/7 with no time for their son. His father was a boisterous and his mother a kind sweetheart with a sharp tongue. Maximus was a 10 year old spoiled brat and his parents hadn't even realized it as they showered him with whatever he desired. However, there was an incident in his supposedly "safe" neighborhood. Reapers.
Maximus was out in the neighborhood, on his way back home with his parents when they were murdered. By a Reaper no less. A mere gunshot was what his parents had received from an unknown man that fled the scene right after. The Reaper came next and unfairly took their souls even though it was not their time. They were at a mere 75% when he absconded with their souls along with all of the money and jewels that they had on them. A murder and a mugging by the people that were supposed to safely take humans souls to the afterlife. It was preposterous.
Soon after that, Maximus became more aware of what was going on around him besides his studies and the boring school gossip that held no meaning. The killings were happening all around him and mostly in a place called Grim City. A place where the Reapers roamed and murdered daily. It was unacceptable. They were stronger? They were stronger so all the humans could do was stand back and watch? No. He would do something about this. He would exterminate the Reapers.
And so, 3X2X he created the D.T.R. and recruited a mere 7 members to fight alongside with them. This was after the discovery of arklain which had Maximus feeling the need for this element. An element that would allow him to be equal with the Reapers and kill them. Soon, pulling some strings, he got hold of the arklain and created many weapons out of them. Members started filling in to get rid of the Reapers. It wasn't just him that was against these creatures. It wasn't just him that had lost family members, loved ones, and friends. It was more than 200 people that had been in the same situation as him.
The D.T.R. now has about 300 members scattered within Raven and counting. Surely his praents would disapprove of what he is now doing. They would say it is "unjust". However, in his eyes, what was unjust was when his parents were taken from him without a warning and all he could do was stare at the caskets with a blank expressions and tears welling in his eyes. The Reapers are at fault for everything that had gone wrong afterwards.
"The shadows was a good place for them. A good place for them to hide. But those days are over. Kill or kill."
-Detailed background information and Why are they in Grim City? Just because? How long have they been there? If they like humans, why?-
Occupation:
-Maintenance worker/Handyman
Hobbies and interests:
-Violence, Brazilian jujitsu, boxing, beer, fighting, observing.
Other:
Leader of the D.T.R.
Theme song: Optional
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"help with that?" she hadn't looked up and her hair was covering most of her face. She glanced at the man and back to the game when he started playing. Mirei followed his hands as well as the screen. Up. Down. Grab the yellow things. Larger orbs make it so that you can eat the... things. Ok. The game was logical enough. She turned to her screen and put in another quarter. Gently taking the joystick in her hand and began moving it around. Up. Up. Down. Down. Down. Right. Left. She grabbed nearly all of the little orbs and finally grabbed one of the larger ones. Then, jerked it back and went after the annoying buggers that were set on killing the... pacman! Ohhh... She finally understood that it was the yellow things name. With that, Mirei ate most of them before retreating back once they started blinking. She quickly went over to the other larger orb in the left corner and went after them again while grabbing the remaining small orbs. Once that was done, it went dark for a moment and she turned to him. "I did it! Right? Ehmm..." Mirei looked down, realizing that she had over exaggerated. "Sorry... First time in an arcade. Thank you!" she said, looking back up and smiling at him.
Jason smiled, "No problem, I'm Jason. But my friends call me Max." When he saw her face, he almost stumbled onto the ground. She was really pretty, why would someone like her be at an arcade? Jason walked to an arcade cabinet that had seats inside of it, with two machine guns attached to it, pointing at the screen. The game was called Mass Destruction apparently, the arcade cabinet art showed pictures of a futuristic city with soldiers shooting at creatures. It seemed pretty new, so he decided to give it to try. Stepping into the arcade cabinet's seat, the start buttons looked like nuclear signs with in futuristic themed text, it said START. He slipped two tokens into the machine. The game started with a loud gunshot,indicating that Jason was now playing the game. He skipped the cut scene and instantly got to blasting mutants. The machine gun pumped back every time he fired, he found that cool and it had a rocket system. But there was limited rockets so he barely used them. This Mass Destruction game was pretty gruesome as well, green blood flying everywhere. Jason held a straight face, trying not to freak out from the gore. Hey, at least it isn't an eyeball and a heart flying everywhere He thought, while unloading at everything on the screen that looked non-human.
"Nice to meet you Jason. My name's Mirei." She watches as he puts the tokens into the other game called "Mass Destruction" it looked pretty simple. Mirei sighed, staring at the gun. Staring at guns made her really want to hold it in her hand. They always had this sort of... relief it would give her. Except when her dad was holding a gun. That wasn't good. But when she held it, something would spark. She would feel as if she was floating on air. A machine gun. A Breda m38. An Italian tank- pattern machine gun. A beaut, that was for sure. It was gas-operated, air-cooled, and magazine fed. But that wasn't what it was. It was just a fake gun. You couldn't hurt anyone with it except the aliens or whatever they were in the game. Not that she wanted to hurt anyone. Looking at the screen, Mirei's expression barely changed as she looked at the green blood that was flying everywhere. That doesn't look clean at all. "You play these often?" she asked, curious how he was so good. Probably took a lot of practice. She wished that she was given the time to learn about these things.
Jason turned his head to face her, with an eyebrow raised, "It's the main reason I come to the arcade." He said, while pumping lead into a mutant boss. Well, virtual lead. The monster had a hard weak spot to shoot, so soon Jason had to use another token. The city in the game was destroyed, and the guns could shoot through buildings and break pillars it was pretty cool. He earned the Flamethrower power up and roasted the monster, it running around in flames screeching. It soon collapsed, then the MISSION COMPLETED screen showed after a cutscene of Player 1 (Jason) driving off on a hover bike. Jason's accuracy was 98% so he had earned a bonus level. It was in Manhattan, on a helicopter with an assault rifle. There was flying ghoul-looking mutants on the screen, they looked actually terrifying even for a 22 year old like Jason, one of them even jump scared Jason on purpose. He kept firing the gun at everything on the screen, then the helicopter crashed, going back to the main missions but sadly without the hover bike sequence. Jason panted, his hands sweaty. Jason then earned the Cryoblast gun, freezing mutated soldiers with guns, and watching them crack into red bloody ice. Jason covered his mouth in shock at the amount of gore when they shattered. Jason's face was now sweated. "Jesus Christ!" He said, his hand still over his mouth.
Mirei's expression turned to curious to worried in a matter of seconds. It was visibly obvious that he was... scared? Maybe that was the right word. Horrified might of fit the bill even better. Mirei watched as he panted and sweated at a rapid rate. "A..." She was about to speak but nothing came out as she waited for him to finish or maybe get better? "Jesus Christ!" Mirei now looked even more worried as she placed a hand on his back and looked at him. "A.. are you alright? You don't look well at all." she said, a sad expression on her face. He was still playing the game but he looked like he was about to be sick. This was scary. She didn't like it when people looked this sick. An image popped into her mind but she quickly shook it off, not allowing it to pass through.
Jason practically dolphin dived out of the arcade machine when he died in the game, panting. He held his stomach, then quickly got up and breathed in and out. "Uuhh...sorry, I don't do well with ...gore." He said standing as far away from that machine as possible.
It wasn't every day that someone was so afraid or simply creeped out with the gore. Especially with a bunch of violence for the sake of violence that apparently entertains people. Mirei was one of the people that didn't like or dislike gore. It all depended on what type of situation. Certain things tend to set her off but... that's on extremely rare occasions.
"Oh... you made me nervous. I thought you were about to faint." she said, a slight relieved sigh escaping her lips. "Well, gore isn't for everyone... it's not too... easy on the eyes." she says, glancing over at the game and back to him.
Jason smiled, "No problem, I'm Jason. But my friends call me Max." When he saw her face, he almost stumbled onto the ground. She was really pretty, why would someone like her be at an arcade? Jason walked to an arcade cabinet that had seats inside of it, with two machine guns attached to it, pointing at the screen. The game was called Mass Destruction apparently, the arcade cabinet art showed pictures of a futuristic city with soldiers shooting at creatures. It seemed pretty new, so he decided to give it to try. Stepping into the arcade cabinet's seat, the start buttons looked like nuclear signs with in futuristic themed text, it said START. He slipped two tokens into the machine. The game started with a loud gunshot,indicating that Jason was now playing the game. He skipped the cut scene and instantly got to blasting mutants. The machine gun pumped back every time he fired, he found that cool and it had a rocket system. But there was limited rockets so he barely used them. This Mass Destruction game was pretty gruesome as well, green blood flying everywhere. Jason held a straight face, trying not to freak out from the gore. Hey, at least it isn't an eyeball and a heart flying everywhere He thought, while unloading at everything on the screen that looked non-human.
"Nice to meet you Jason. My name's Mirei." She watches as he puts the tokens into the other game called "Mass Destruction" it looked pretty simple. Mirei sighed, staring at the gun. Staring at guns made her really want to hold it in her hand. They always had this sort of... relief it would give her. Except when her dad was holding a gun. That wasn't good. But when she held it, something would spark. She would feel as if she was floating on air. A machine gun. A Breda m38. An Italian tank- pattern machine gun. A beaut, that was for sure. It was gas-operated, air-cooled, and magazine fed. But that wasn't what it was. It was just a fake gun. You couldn't hurt anyone with it except the aliens or whatever they were in the game. Not that she wanted to hurt anyone. Looking at the screen, Mirei's expression barely changed as she looked at the green blood that was flying everywhere. That doesn't look clean at all. "You play these often?" she asked, curious how he was so good. Probably took a lot of practice. She wished that she was given the time to learn about these things.
Jason turned his head to face her, with an eyebrow raised, "It's the main reason I come to the arcade." He said, while pumping lead into a mutant boss. Well, virtual lead. The monster had a hard weak spot to shoot, so soon Jason had to use another token. The city in the game was destroyed, and the guns could shoot through buildings and break pillars it was pretty cool. He earned the Flamethrower power up and roasted the monster, it running around in flames screeching. It soon collapsed, then the MISSION COMPLETED screen showed after a cutscene of Player 1 (Jason) driving off on a hover bike. Jason's accuracy was 98% so he had earned a bonus level. It was in Manhattan, on a helicopter with an assault rifle. There was flying ghoul-looking mutants on the screen, they looked actually terrifying even for a 22 year old like Jason, one of them even jump scared Jason on purpose. He kept firing the gun at everything on the screen, then the helicopter crashed, going back to the main missions but sadly without the hover bike sequence. Jason panted, his hands sweaty. Jason then earned the Cryoblast gun, freezing mutated soldiers with guns, and watching them crack into red bloody ice. Jason covered his mouth in shock at the amount of gore when they shattered. Jason's face was now sweated. "Jesus Christ!" He said, his hand still over his mouth.
Mirei's expression turned to curious to worried in a matter of seconds. It was visibly obvious that he was... scared? Maybe that was the right word. Horrified might of fit the bill even better. Mirei watched as he panted and sweated at a rapid rate. "A..." She was about to speak but nothing came out as she waited for him to finish or maybe get better? "Jesus Christ!" Mirei now looked even more worried as she placed a hand on his back and looked at him. "A.. are you alright? You don't look well at all." she said, a sad expression on her face. He was still playing the game but he looked like he was about to be sick. This was scary. She didn't like it when people looked this sick. An image popped into her mind but she quickly shook it off, not allowing it to pass through.
Jason practically dolphin dived out of the arcade machine when he died in the game, panting. He held his stomach, then quickly got up and breathed in and out. "Uuhh...sorry, I don't do well with ...gore." He said standing as far away from that machine as possible.
It wasn't every day that someone was so afraid or simply creeped out with the gore. Especially with a bunch of violence for the sake of violence that apparently entertains people. Mirei was one of the people that didn't like or dislike gore. It all depended on what type of situation. Certain things tend to set her off but... that's on extremely rare occasions.
"Oh... you made me nervous. I thought you were about to faint." she said, a slight relieved sigh escaping her lips. "Well, gore isn't for everyone... it's not too... easy on the eyes." she says, glancing over at the game and back to him.
A time skip to the next morning~
Jason walked out of the Tony Snowflake to his car. It was a nice night at work, but he was very tired. He got in his car and brushed his red hair out of his face. If this wasn't a time for a beer, he didn't know what was. Jonas sighed, and brushed his red hair out of his face. He drove off to the nearest bar around town.
Mornings were always dreadful on the night after a late night at work. She pulled herself out of her bed and reached for her phone. 2 calls from Nai and 10 messages. Just texts that informed her about her romantic night. She smiled and puts her phone back down as she gets out an outfit. Work... She wouldn't have to work until about 5 PM today so that was good.
Mirei pulls out a light blue dress that was loose and off the shoulders. She had a light amount of makeup on along with light pink lipgloss which she kept biting off. She then grabbed her bag and was about to leave her apartment when she realized that she had no idea where she wanted to go and that she had no shoes on. Well, she hadn't gone to the bar all that much last night so she might as well get a drink. "At 8am..." She sighed and thought about her choice but in the end decided that she really wanted a cocktail. "Oh well." she muttered, grabbing her keys and heading out. Mirei said her good mornings to the people around her, left the building, and got in her car. She quickly began heading over to the bar.
Jason drove home and got out of his waiter uniform, it was very relaxing to be naked. Wait, the hell, Jay? He asked himself. He's never this loose by himself, and usually felt rather...uncomfortable naked even by himself. He pulled on a grey sweater with a Pac-Man shirt over it. He pulled on his jeans, and pulled his belt on. "What shoes to wear..." He stumbled across his pair of Retro Jordans and pulled 'em on. High tops were always REALLY hard to put on, at least for Jason. But hey, got pay to look good. He ran back to his car and drove to the bar.
After he got out of the car, he sniffed and already smelled the beer, booze, and other types of alcohol. "Hell yeah.." He said smirking, he walked inside. "Hey, can I get some beer. Not too strong, please." The bartender nodded, then poured him a light beer drink. Jason took it and sat down at the table, he didn't like sitting at the bar. Weirdos always sit over there, at least that's what he thinks. He sipped his drink then sat it on the counter,. He really, really needed this.
Finally reaching Mochavine, Mirei stepped out of her ferrari and went into the cafe. She sighed and took a seat on the counter. "Ummm, i'll have a black Russian please." She sets down her bag and puts her elbows on the counter, resting her head on her hands. She smiled when she recieved her drink, whispering a slight thank you and taking a sip. She winced, the strong drink giving her a kick for the morning. Mirei hadn't noticed anyone around her and took another sip out of her drink before letting out a relieved sigh. This was her type of morning.
Jason cleared his throat, this beer was a little tough for him. What a lightweight you are. He told himself he walked back to the bartender. "Another beer, please?" The bartender nodded and handed it to him. Jason sipped it, and letted out a relieved sigh. This was his type of morning.
Mirei closed her eyes and drank some more before tilting her head to the side. She then realized that there was someone that she could recall meeting. Just the night before. "Ah, ummm... Jason, was it?" She asks quietly, pretty sure she was correct.
"..Huh...? Mirei?" He turned his head to the familiar white haired woman he had met at the arcade that other night. He smiled, "Hey. Have you gotten better at games, yet?"
He joked. He then took another sip from his beer, and gulped. Then wiped his itchy nose. He looked at his watch, then looked back at her. "You've been doing well?"
"I...have...Sort of. Not really. A little bit." mumbling as she speaks, not sure of whether she had improved or not. "I've been doing fine." she says, her words a bit slurred. Uh oh. Am I drinking too much?...Nah. She looks down and back at him. "And you?"
"I'm doing great." He sounded a little weird. He couldn't possibly be drunk, so he shrugged it off. He slurped his beer again. "Hey, wanna get out of here?" He asked her, while going back to slurping his beer. He hoped she wasn't thinking that he meant go to his house. He's not looking forward for that, just seeing if she's interest in playing some more arcade games. Now listening to himself, he sounds somewhat like a total douche. He cleared his throat again, his vision was a little weird...Odd.
She hiccuped and smiled. "That's good." she says sweetly, taking another sip out of her drink. "Get out of here?" Mirei thought about it for a while before nodding. "Sure, why not?" with that, Mirei gets up out of her seat. Where are we going? Arcade?? She hiccuped once more and looked at him. "Ah, um. I have a car. Where do you-hic- want to go?" This then processed through her mind and she shook her head. "No good. I drank. We can't drive. Cab?"
"Y-Yeah..Cab.." Jason was trying his best not to hiccup like her. He got up and called a Taxi, and walked outside. "You...coming o-utside or what?" He said, smirking. Don't show that you're lightweight, Jay. You can do it. Soon enough, the Taxi came outside the bar.
"Mmhmm." She wasn't too drunk. Just a few little hiccups and that was about it. Her words weren't as slurred as before so she felt like she had grasped control of herself. Mirei set down some money and walked outside, following behind him. She stepped into the Taxi and allowed him to decide the destination. She wasn't sure if he was headed to the arcade but where else?
"Lancom Arcade, please.." Jonas staggered. And it felt like a minute and they were already there. Jason got out of the Taxi, Jason hiccuped. Damn it, Jay! He told himself. He walked into the Lancom Arcade. He had like 50 bucks on him so they were going to get at least enough credits for the night. This was going to be fun, he wondered what this would lead to.
She followed behind him and got out of the car. Mirei realized that he hadn't payed the taxi driver and gave the guy $60 due to the fact that she didn't realize how much she was giving.
She then quickly went up to him, grabbing his sleeve so that she could keep up. Mirei quickly let go. "My bad.." she said before walking ahead of him. She didn't know how much to give the worker at the arcade and she wasn't sure if the $50 included her so she gave the guy $40, not knowing how much credits that got her.
"Uh..the 50 bucks were for both of us, but okay." Jason grabbed the credits and instantly ran to a game. It was called Invasion, seemed like a 3D version of Space Invaders but cooler. He wondered if Mirei liked this place as much as he liked it. Now he felt bad, dragging to her a place that she possibly may not like. He hoped Mirei was having fun.
"O-oh really? My -hic- bad..." She looked at the game and her eyes widened. It looked different. These games had really good graphics. Not that she could say much with her little knowledge of games. "I'll just watch you play and...maybe try afterwards." she says, smiling sweetly up at him and looking back towards the game.
Jason turned his head and looked back at her, smiling back. He then swerved the space ship and blasted the alien's ship. Soon at one point, he stopped playing was now just walking around looking for something. Time was passing by for him, "Ugh...my head hurts." Yeah, he may be drunk.
She watched as he finished up playing and her eyes followed as he started wandering around. "Hm?" Mirei tilted her head and walked over to him. "A-hic- you alright?" she asks, walking over to him. The drinks were probably kicking in for him now. "Need anything? Maybe -hic- you should rest?" looking up at him with a nervous look even though she was rather drunk as well.
"Y-Yeah..I think we both need to..I'll walk you home..?" Jason noticed that he didn't have any money to pay the Taxi driver for another ride. He wondered if she did.
"Mmhmm, alright." she says, waving goodbye to the worker and exiting the arcade. Taxi taxi taxi... She waited for a taxi before one finally came. "Ah, ummm..." Mirei had forgotten the name for a moment. "Oh! Tower of Takaita!"
Jason laughed like the drunk guy at the moment he was. "N-Nah...that's...that's Taxitata...right?" He said chuckling. He burped, luckily covered his mouth and was not too drunk to not be rude. "E-Excuse me.." Jason cleared his throat.
"R-really?..." Mirei thought about it for a while before shaking her head. "I... don't think -hic- so... i'm not sure. Mr. Taxi, am I correct??" she asks, looking over at the man. He reassures her that it is an actual place and Mirei goes ahead and gets in the cab. "You do-hic- have to come if you don't want to y'know." she says, her words somewhat slurring now. "You can but..." Mirei doesn't finish her sentence and just rests her head on the side of the car.
Mornings were always dreadful on the night after a late night at work. She pulled herself out of her bed and reached for her phone. 2 calls from Nai and 10 messages. Just texts that informed her about her romantic night. She smiled and puts her phone back down as she gets out an outfit. Work... She wouldn't have to work until about 5 PM today so that was good.
Mirei pulls out a light blue dress that was loose and off the shoulders. She had a light amount of makeup on along with light pink lipgloss which she kept biting off. She then grabbed her bag and was about to leave her apartment when she realized that she had no idea where she wanted to go and that she had no shoes on. Well, she hadn't gone to the bar all that much last night so she might as well get a drink. "At 8am..." She sighed and thought about her choice but in the end decided that she really wanted a cocktail. "Oh well." she muttered, grabbing her keys and heading out. Mirei said her good mornings to the people around her, left the building, and got in her car. She quickly began heading over to the bar.
Jason drove home and got out of his waiter uniform, it was very relaxing to be naked. Wait, the hell, Jay? He asked himself. He's never this loose by himself, and usually felt rather...uncomfortable naked even by himself. He pulled on a grey sweater with a Pac-Man shirt over it. He pulled on his jeans, and pulled his belt on. "What shoes to wear..." He stumbled across his pair of Retro Jordans and pulled 'em on. High tops were always REALLY hard to put on, at least for Jason. But hey, got pay to look good. He ran back to his car and drove to the bar.
After he got out of the car, he sniffed and already smelled the beer, booze, and other types of alcohol. "Hell yeah.." He said smirking, he walked inside. "Hey, can I get some beer. Not too strong, please." The bartender nodded, then poured him a light beer drink. Jason took it and sat down at the table, he didn't like sitting at the bar. Weirdos always sit over there, at least that's what he thinks. He sipped his drink then sat it on the counter,. He really, really needed this.
Finally reaching Mochavine, Mirei stepped out of her ferrari and went into the cafe. She sighed and took a seat on the counter. "Ummm, i'll have a black Russian please." She sets down her bag and puts her elbows on the counter, resting her head on her hands. She smiled when she recieved her drink, whispering a slight thank you and taking a sip. She winced, the strong drink giving her a kick for the morning. Mirei hadn't noticed anyone around her and took another sip out of her drink before letting out a relieved sigh. This was her type of morning.
Jason cleared his throat, this beer was a little tough for him. What a lightweight you are. He told himself he walked back to the bartender. "Another beer, please?" The bartender nodded and handed it to him. Jason sipped it, and letted out a relieved sigh. This was his type of morning.
Mirei closed her eyes and drank some more before tilting her head to the side. She then realized that there was someone that she could recall meeting. Just the night before. "Ah, ummm... Jason, was it?" She asks quietly, pretty sure she was correct.
"..Huh...? Mirei?" He turned his head to the familiar white haired woman he had met at the arcade that other night. He smiled, "Hey. Have you gotten better at games, yet?"
He joked. He then took another sip from his beer, and gulped. Then wiped his itchy nose. He looked at his watch, then looked back at her. "You've been doing well?"
"I...have...Sort of. Not really. A little bit." mumbling as she speaks, not sure of whether she had improved or not. "I've been doing fine." she says, her words a bit slurred. Uh oh. Am I drinking too much?...Nah. She looks down and back at him. "And you?"
"I'm doing great." He sounded a little weird. He couldn't possibly be drunk, so he shrugged it off. He slurped his beer again. "Hey, wanna get out of here?" He asked her, while going back to slurping his beer. He hoped she wasn't thinking that he meant go to his house. He's not looking forward for that, just seeing if she's interest in playing some more arcade games. Now listening to himself, he sounds somewhat like a total douche. He cleared his throat again, his vision was a little weird...Odd.
She hiccuped and smiled. "That's good." she says sweetly, taking another sip out of her drink. "Get out of here?" Mirei thought about it for a while before nodding. "Sure, why not?" with that, Mirei gets up out of her seat. Where are we going? Arcade?? She hiccuped once more and looked at him. "Ah, um. I have a car. Where do you-hic- want to go?" This then processed through her mind and she shook her head. "No good. I drank. We can't drive. Cab?"
"Y-Yeah..Cab.." Jason was trying his best not to hiccup like her. He got up and called a Taxi, and walked outside. "You...coming o-utside or what?" He said, smirking. Don't show that you're lightweight, Jay. You can do it. Soon enough, the Taxi came outside the bar.
"Mmhmm." She wasn't too drunk. Just a few little hiccups and that was about it. Her words weren't as slurred as before so she felt like she had grasped control of herself. Mirei set down some money and walked outside, following behind him. She stepped into the Taxi and allowed him to decide the destination. She wasn't sure if he was headed to the arcade but where else?
"Lancom Arcade, please.." Jonas staggered. And it felt like a minute and they were already there. Jason got out of the Taxi, Jason hiccuped. Damn it, Jay! He told himself. He walked into the Lancom Arcade. He had like 50 bucks on him so they were going to get at least enough credits for the night. This was going to be fun, he wondered what this would lead to.
She followed behind him and got out of the car. Mirei realized that he hadn't payed the taxi driver and gave the guy $60 due to the fact that she didn't realize how much she was giving.
She then quickly went up to him, grabbing his sleeve so that she could keep up. Mirei quickly let go. "My bad.." she said before walking ahead of him. She didn't know how much to give the worker at the arcade and she wasn't sure if the $50 included her so she gave the guy $40, not knowing how much credits that got her.
"Uh..the 50 bucks were for both of us, but okay." Jason grabbed the credits and instantly ran to a game. It was called Invasion, seemed like a 3D version of Space Invaders but cooler. He wondered if Mirei liked this place as much as he liked it. Now he felt bad, dragging to her a place that she possibly may not like. He hoped Mirei was having fun.
"O-oh really? My -hic- bad..." She looked at the game and her eyes widened. It looked different. These games had really good graphics. Not that she could say much with her little knowledge of games. "I'll just watch you play and...maybe try afterwards." she says, smiling sweetly up at him and looking back towards the game.
Jason turned his head and looked back at her, smiling back. He then swerved the space ship and blasted the alien's ship. Soon at one point, he stopped playing was now just walking around looking for something. Time was passing by for him, "Ugh...my head hurts." Yeah, he may be drunk.
She watched as he finished up playing and her eyes followed as he started wandering around. "Hm?" Mirei tilted her head and walked over to him. "A-hic- you alright?" she asks, walking over to him. The drinks were probably kicking in for him now. "Need anything? Maybe -hic- you should rest?" looking up at him with a nervous look even though she was rather drunk as well.
"Y-Yeah..I think we both need to..I'll walk you home..?" Jason noticed that he didn't have any money to pay the Taxi driver for another ride. He wondered if she did.
"Mmhmm, alright." she says, waving goodbye to the worker and exiting the arcade. Taxi taxi taxi... She waited for a taxi before one finally came. "Ah, ummm..." Mirei had forgotten the name for a moment. "Oh! Tower of Takaita!"
Jason laughed like the drunk guy at the moment he was. "N-Nah...that's...that's Taxitata...right?" He said chuckling. He burped, luckily covered his mouth and was not too drunk to not be rude. "E-Excuse me.." Jason cleared his throat.
"R-really?..." Mirei thought about it for a while before shaking her head. "I... don't think -hic- so... i'm not sure. Mr. Taxi, am I correct??" she asks, looking over at the man. He reassures her that it is an actual place and Mirei goes ahead and gets in the cab. "You do-hic- have to come if you don't want to y'know." she says, her words somewhat slurring now. "You can but..." Mirei doesn't finish her sentence and just rests her head on the side of the car.
Jason got in the car with her, and burped again. "Excuse me...Gruuh, my breath tastes like alcohol." He leaned on the seat, and hiccuped. "I...I'll come." He said, and nearly damn passed out.
Mirei has her eyes closed as she leans on the window of the car. She sits up all of a sudden and looks out the window. When was she getting there? She looks over towards Jason and wonders what he's thinking about. What was she thinking about? Mirei really didn't know what was going through her mind at the time. All of a sudden, she pulled the collar of his shirt and kissed him. A long one. Drunk Mirei seemed to know what she was doing and went ahead for a french kiss. She then pulled away and smirked. "Beer? Beer's good." she says, licking her lips.
With that, she looks out the window and smiled. "Oh, we're here!" she says, stepping out of the car after handing the man a wad of money.
Jason was surprised. He never expected her to kiss him, especially like that! She even french kissed him. Jason got out of the car too, and was more aware of the situation than he was a few minutes ago. "..Mirei..why did you just kiss me?" He asked her, still shocked. He walked over to her, while walking to her house. "Actually...that as nice." He said.
Could he possibly be in love with a woman he just met yesterday? Eh, not bad for him actually.
"Hm?" she walked towards the building and stopped. "Y'know... I really like beer." she says, smiling as sweetly as ever. "Besides, I guess I just... felt like it?" With that, Mirei continues walking towards her apartment. "Bye Jason." she says, waving at him with a sly smile on her face.
Jason smiled, waving back. He just got kissed, by a hot woman, not to mention she french kissed him. As soon as she couldn't see him when she walked in her apartment, Jason started crypt walking. "Go Jason! Go J. Go Jason!" He then fist pumped the air and walked home.
Man this was going to feel horrible in the morning, but you know what? He may have not gotten laid, but it was still worth it.
Mirei has her eyes closed as she leans on the window of the car. She sits up all of a sudden and looks out the window. When was she getting there? She looks over towards Jason and wonders what he's thinking about. What was she thinking about? Mirei really didn't know what was going through her mind at the time. All of a sudden, she pulled the collar of his shirt and kissed him. A long one. Drunk Mirei seemed to know what she was doing and went ahead for a french kiss. She then pulled away and smirked. "Beer? Beer's good." she says, licking her lips.
With that, she looks out the window and smiled. "Oh, we're here!" she says, stepping out of the car after handing the man a wad of money.
Jason was surprised. He never expected her to kiss him, especially like that! She even french kissed him. Jason got out of the car too, and was more aware of the situation than he was a few minutes ago. "..Mirei..why did you just kiss me?" He asked her, still shocked. He walked over to her, while walking to her house. "Actually...that as nice." He said.
Could he possibly be in love with a woman he just met yesterday? Eh, not bad for him actually.
"Hm?" she walked towards the building and stopped. "Y'know... I really like beer." she says, smiling as sweetly as ever. "Besides, I guess I just... felt like it?" With that, Mirei continues walking towards her apartment. "Bye Jason." she says, waving at him with a sly smile on her face.
Jason smiled, waving back. He just got kissed, by a hot woman, not to mention she french kissed him. As soon as she couldn't see him when she walked in her apartment, Jason started crypt walking. "Go Jason! Go J. Go Jason!" He then fist pumped the air and walked home.
Man this was going to feel horrible in the morning, but you know what? He may have not gotten laid, but it was still worth it.
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| Alvrentasia Cruela Devine |
| Nickname |
Alvri::
Middle school and she only had one friend. One friend who typically never spoke to anyone but Alvrentasia. She said that her name was too long so she decided on Alvri to shorten it up. Alvrentasia didn’t mind and she actually was fond of her. However, she might not like it if someone calls her that when she barely knows or doesn't like said person.
| Birthday |
November 9th
| Age |
17
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Go ahead and make up your own guess.
| Relationship Status |
Single. Love or simple dating games? Do I look like that’s on my mind?
| Classification |
Senior
| Social Tier |
B-list
| Role |
Artist/Musician
| In Depth Appearance |
Alvrentasia is a natural beauty with elegance that rarely ever wears a bunch of makeup. The only makeup that she applies is generally a small amount of black eyeliner, mascara, and a dark red lip tint. Symmetrical face and a smile that is sometimes so fake that it hurts. But she usually just doesn't smile in general. A cute smile if she smiles genuinely though. Her body is slim but visibly muscular along with her 38C cup breasts. Most of her appearance was inherited from her mother. Her slim face and the dark blue eyes are from her father. From her mother she got her thin lips, dark brown hair, and tousled wavy hair that she doesn’t have to do much to everyday. The only time she actually bothers to do something with her hair is when she is meeting with her parents. Her clothing style is proper most of the times. At least, at school it is. She usually wears blouses along with black skirts. Her style isn’t unfashionable or anything. It’s mature and she doesn’t wear things that exposes her breasts. Desperate for attention she is not. She likes her simple style that keeps her in the background, Her height is 5’8” so it’s a bit taller than average. If you happen to see her out and about, you can see that her style is different. She wears combat boots, black, black, and more black. That's why she tries to not be seen outside of the Academy but if she is, oh well.
“I’m a sweet and innocent angel. Can’t you tell?”
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
☩ Picking at the skin behind her nails whenever she is nervous and sometimes just because
☩ Biting her lip when she is irritated
☩ Talking under her breath
☩ Presses on her temples when she feels like puking
☩ Ignoring people when she is drawing
☩ Cracking her knuckles when she is impatient
| Likes |
❥ Her violin
❥ Drawing
❥ Kids
❥ Her parents
❥ Being organized
❥ Smoking
❥ Sweets
❥ Money
❥ Boxing
❥ Skating
❥ Reading
❥ People that know what they want in life
❥ Geeks because they are obsessed with a specific thing and are committed to it.
❥ Having classical music playing in the background while she studies
❥ Learning/studying
❥ The number 8.
❥ Even numbers.
❥ Beer and drinking in general
❥ Being underwater/swimming
| Dislikes |
✘ Involving herself in others affairs
✘ Romantic movies
✘ Public restrooms
✘ People tying to change or fix her
✘ Getting hit on in general
✘ People pitying her for whatever reason
✘ Having a bunch of people around her
✘ Loud noises
✘ Anyone bothering her when she is playing her violin or drawing
✘ Remembering when her father got violent
✘ People asking her “what’s wrong”
| Hobbies |
♬ Playing the violin
♬ Drawing
♬ Studying/Doing homework
♬ Reading
"I'm a bad person. You can't change me so why don't you stop trying?"
| Secrets |
-- Often takes pills to get through the days. Typical depression pills that are quite strong and weren’t exactly prescribed by a doctor.
-- Nice. Alvrentasia isn't trying to put it out there that she actually has a heart. She can be nice at times but please refrain from calling her a "good" person.
-- A bit traumatized from when her father got violent. The abuse is a secret.
-- Likes stuffed animals and cute things in general.
- The fact that she volunteers at a child hospital because she it not trying to let that be known.
-- A virgin. This isn't really a secret but no one really knows and she doesn't advertise it. She has no interest in getting involved in extra things like that at the time.
-- Has a depression disorder as well as anxiety
| Fears |
⚠ Having people actually act like they care about her and her falling for it
⚠ Failing expectations
⚠ Actually Trusting someone
⚠ Falling in love
⚠ Stone cold truth
⚠ Dying before her parents do or get to see her become successful
⚠ Bright rooms with no door in sight
| Personality Traits |
✤Quiet ✤Irritable ✤Stubborn ✤Trust issues ✤Sarcastic at times ✤Loyal ✤Astute ✤Kind when she feels like being kind ✤ Proper ✤ Determined ✤Serious ✤Actually quite considerate
| Personality |
Alvrentasia is a woman that knows what she wants and she doesn’t want anyone getting in the way of that. She wouldn’t usually go out of her way to stop a fight between immature teens that can’t control their anger. However, she doesn’t judge people. No, not really because she’s nice. It’s just that she doesn’t have the time to be talking about others when she has her own life goals. Not one to try and understand the reason that people go out of their way to talk about others badly while they honestly look like fools for even doing so. Children. That’s all they are. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t sweet if you actually get under that thick skin of hers. She comes off as judgmental, serious, and poised. Quite the opposite though. Well, not the serious part. Alvrentasia finds her goals in life to be the top priority and will do her utmost best not to allow anyone to falter the barrier she has up in front of her almost 24/7. The poised part is wrong and you will realize that if you spend enough time with her. She is composed at times but she is not self confident. But she won’t let that part of her shine through.
Time is money. A big believer of this famous line. She gets stressed out over studies easily and stressed in general. However, she also knows that she has to let loose sometimes. Some people think that she’d be a goody-goody but they can be proved to be quite wrong. A daredevil and a badass if I must say, Alvrentasia isn’t afraid of much. Heights? She’s gone skydiving. Sharks? Don’t go that deep into the ocean. Peer pressure? You can try to sell her drugs but all you’d get is a roll of the eyes. Spiders or snakes? Please. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. She won’t be backing down from something she committed to.
All in all, Alvrentasia looks like she is unaffected by practically everything. Not much people could say that they’ve seen her cry or smile genuinely because her smiles typically look fake. She doesn’t do crying and she doesn’t do talking about her feelings because what she feels is her own business and she finds no use in telling anyone about it. What could they do about it, anyways? So she minds her own business and will only get involved in bullying if someone is taking it too far. A sweet girl is what you’d be able to see if she gets used to you. And that probably won’t happen if you’ve only talked to her 5 times. She is nice in general to people she just meets because her mother taught her about manners.
The type of people Alvrentasia has a soft spot for are children, quiet people because you know, not annoying. Or maybe it’s because of a childhood friend that she had when she was younger. Quiet people are just so tolerable. It’s even better if they can handle “awkward” silences because she welcomes those. Nice people are fine but too nice is a different matter. When they’re nice to everyone and they come up to her looking for a new friend, that’s annoying. She sure as hell isn’t a charity case either. If she’s alone, that means that she probably wants to be alone. It’s not like she’s antisocial. She knows how to talk to people she just usually chooses not to. However, if she’s bored, maybe she’ll chat someone up. Unless she’s reading a book. Another type of person that she likes are geeks. Video game geeks, movie geeks, music geeks, etc. Geeks are a breath of fresh air for her and surprisingly, she actually listens to them. She'd be that person that would be listening to some outcast geek talk about their obsession while looking bored when she's actually not. They're just so... committed. Kids. People would think she'd hate them but nope, she loves em. They're so damn cute and full of innocence. The opposite of her.
A splash of the past
| Place of Origin |
Keswick, England
| History |
Some people think that Alvrentasia would be a spoiled, rich brat but they’re wrong. She didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in her mouth and she doesn’t need one in her life because she’s going to succeed no matter what. That said, she was pretty well off. Her parents had enough money to provide her with things that she needed along with extra. Not that she actually asked for anything other than her food and more books and textbooks though. Her mother was a lawyer and her father was a stay at home dad that loved alcohol. Needless to say, he was a decent father. A pretty good, decent father. He said good morning, made her breakfast, made her lunch, made her dinner, and let her try a cigarette when she was 13. It was a learning experience and she is a fan of cigs now. He may sound like a bad father but he was a sarcastic and funny guy who loved to do D.I.Y projects with or without Alvrentasia. He used to be a detective but then she came along and he decided to quit and stay home which he now probably regrets. Even with this, he was pretty strict and so was her mom. Her mom especially. She’s a tough chick that wanted, no, needs Alvrentasia to be successful. Some people think that her life goals is to be a violinist or perhaps an artist. No. Unrealistic. Her goal is to become a successful doctor. Is it because she wants to help people? Not really. It’s mostly so that she brings in the big bucks. Perhaps she’ll even become the owner of her own company but for now, she’s sticking to a doctor. Alvrentasia got into the Saint Marys academy as a scholar for her knowledge as well as her violin skills. Her mother was extremely proud of her as well as her father.
Alvrentasia’s parents fought often. So much that she wondered why the hell they were together. Marriage was supposed to be about love. At least, that was what her parents told her when she was 6 years old. They sometimes get so loud that the neighbors called the cops once because her father threw a vase which shattered into a bunch of pieces but Alvrentasia was not phased. She was used to their childish ways of letting out anger and her mother had only been hit once or twice when her father was a bit drunk. Other than that, a great family. When they fought, Alvrentasia just took out her violin and began playing. The violin is a big part of her life. It was something that she had received from her grandfather when she was 7 years old. Of course, she couldn’t do much with it since she was only 7 but she since then, she played and played until her fingers would get numb. She found it as a way to escape. For a while, her grandfather taught her how to play but that that only lasted until she was 10 years old because he then died. She didn’t cry at the funeral and she didn’t cry when she got home from the funeral. She just started playing the violin and that was when the tears started coming out. Probably the most she’s ever cried in her life.
Art came in a bit later. Her mother had done it when she was younger so she practically forced it onto Alvrentasia. Sure, it started off as a drag but soon, it became just… a way of her daily life. She went to art classes 2 times a week and drew whenever she got home. Typically she uses watercolor or a simply pencil when she is doing art. When she drew, Alvrentasia was completely immersed. Not as much as when she played the violin but almost. Flowers are nice to draw but most of her drawings are… depressing to say the least.
Middle school was just her reading 24/7 and cursing at people that came up to talk to her. Surprisingly, she never had a rebellious phase with her parents. Some people would say that she did in middle school but her parents don’t bother with her personal life enough to actually know about those details. She started drinking at age 15 and that was something that looked inevitable from the outside due to her alcoholic of a father. But she didn’t drink all of the time. Only when she was bored. Other times she could either be found drawing, playing the violin, or studying. Especially studying. Alvrentasia studies obsessively and to the point where she could be considered a nerd. She won’t become a doctor without lots of studying. An intelligent female is what Alvrentasia is for sure. A classic all A student with a sharp tongue and she’s headed places.
Her father was the one that taught her how to shoot a gun with proper aim and with her eyes closed and break a guys/girls nose with a single punch. Being a detective, he knew some things. Her mother didn't know that he taught her so much... violence but it didn't matter. She loved her occasional lessons and that was how she got into boxing for self defense. Father began teaching her when she was around 10 years old and stopped when she was 15. But she still continued afterwards with her boxing and such. She works out everyday but she never puts boxing before studying.
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Art and music club
|Miscellaneous |
The Blacklist.
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The night is beautiful. Wonderful to some and dreadful to others. The night provides most with the time to think. The time to ponder on their decisions or regret their past ones.
Lilien stroked her brothers hair as she held him near her. He sat between her legs with tears in his eyes as he whimpered. “Shhh…” whispering into his ears as he cowers over.
“It’s alright. They’ll stop fighting soon lovely.” Why was he like this. 17 and he still goes into the corner whenever father gets violent. Why was he so…weak? Violence did nothing to her. She couldn’t feel the pain. She actually couldn’t. Most would think that it was an ideal situation when you could jap a knife into your hand and feel absolutely nothing.
But it wasn’t.
It wasn’t ideal when you would have to pry your father away from your brother when father hit him. And through all of the screaming, she would never actually understand what he was going through because she would never be able to actually experience it. She would just be able to watch someone get hurt and attempt to do something about it.
Lilien wipes away his tears and closes her eyes, beginning to hum a peaceful tune silently.
The night. The night isn’t wonderful. She could hear the screaming clearly. Because the night loved silence. The houses around her were silent but she was unlucky. She was unlucky and that was the reason that her mother was a crazed and cowardly alcoholic. That was why she had a weak brother that couldn’t handle her abusive father.
This is why Lilien hated the night. Because she wasn’t special but she was unlucky. And that was why she has to hold her brother in her arms and hope that the morning came as soon as possible and hope that no harm came to her brother.
"Just try to fall asleep lovely. I'll protect you."
Lilien stroked her brothers hair as she held him near her. He sat between her legs with tears in his eyes as he whimpered. “Shhh…” whispering into his ears as he cowers over.
“It’s alright. They’ll stop fighting soon lovely.” Why was he like this. 17 and he still goes into the corner whenever father gets violent. Why was he so…weak? Violence did nothing to her. She couldn’t feel the pain. She actually couldn’t. Most would think that it was an ideal situation when you could jap a knife into your hand and feel absolutely nothing.
But it wasn’t.
It wasn’t ideal when you would have to pry your father away from your brother when father hit him. And through all of the screaming, she would never actually understand what he was going through because she would never be able to actually experience it. She would just be able to watch someone get hurt and attempt to do something about it.
Lilien wipes away his tears and closes her eyes, beginning to hum a peaceful tune silently.
The night. The night isn’t wonderful. She could hear the screaming clearly. Because the night loved silence. The houses around her were silent but she was unlucky. She was unlucky and that was the reason that her mother was a crazed and cowardly alcoholic. That was why she had a weak brother that couldn’t handle her abusive father.
This is why Lilien hated the night. Because she wasn’t special but she was unlucky. And that was why she has to hold her brother in her arms and hope that the morning came as soon as possible and hope that no harm came to her brother.
"Just try to fall asleep lovely. I'll protect you."
X had a M16 rifle in his hands as he lay down atop of a building just by the Flouri Airport. His crew was already inside of the airport with their guns. They were holding the innocents hostage at the time and X was waiting. Waiting for his target.
The target was John Bucken. The leader of a Reaper organization that has, as of lately, been starting many riots around Rosen and claiming that humans were at fault for most of the things that went on. Humans? When they were the ones going around killing people that weren’t ready to die? And it was humans fault? HA! Yeah fuckin right.
He could feel a nice breeze on his neck as he inhaled. Every single time he did this. He imagined his mother. His father. The both of them together. They weren’t ready to die. They just weren’t and he knew it. He saw it in their eyes.
But the Reaper didn’t. The Reaper just decided to kill them off with a nasty, shit eating smirk on his face. They didn’t deserve it. They didn’t DESE-
X presses the trigger with his eyes nearly closed and there it goes. Through the glass window perfectly and right at the man's head. It was a perfect shot just like his other ones.
The black gloves on his hands felt hot. He didn't know the reason why but they did. X grabs his rifle and heads down the stairs, ultimately jumping down and landing on two feet. Once he went through the airport entrance doors, he could see only a few x-rays. These were innocent people. Most of them were Reapers. His crew awaited his orders. Once he lifted his right hand, 5 men came in, carrying in their hands a Reaper. Each of the reapers had a bomb strapped to them and 3 of them were crying while the other 2 were trembling. It didn't matter though.
X called over one of the other members and whispered something into his ear. Soon, they began to let the humans exit the building. Hopefully all of them but doubtful. With that, he signaled for his crew to leave the building after properly stationing the Reapers. After that, they left the building quickly. Everything was done quickly and organized. They locked the doors after they left and went over to the vans that were parked outside of the building. It wasn't too far but it wasn't close at all either. All of them get into the car after putting the weapons in the back.
"Are we ready to go?"
"Yeah."
X doesn't talk. He just sits in front of the wheel and begins to drive. Seconds after, he presses a button and explosions can be heard throughout the entire place. The booming sound which caused his crew member to laugh and cheer. Those idiots. X felt many things at this time. Many things. And regret wasn't one of them.
"We're just in, the Flouri bank was hit last night at 8 PM. How many casualties were there Allen?" Marine bites her bottom lip at the news as she waits for the report.
"...55 dead and 140 injured. And counting." she says in a confident tone. Her expression was stone cold and you wouldn't be able to tell that she was afraid. As a Reaper, she was afraid. "Only 4 humans were found dead and it seems to have been the terrorist group against humans that has hit. The D.T.R. This is... they're 4th big hit this month. Th-this one seems to be a suicide bombing. That is all the facts for now. We'll go to Allen for more details on this terrorist group."
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Those fucking cunts. Goddamn fucking cunts. She had her mark covered and everyone probably thought that she was a human. This terrorist group was scary. Terrifying. They were monsters.
"Get me a mother fucking glass of water. Now."
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Alvrielle Rosen
“Fine, call me a nerd just because i’m smarter than you.”
Name
Alvrielle Crystal Rosen
Nicknames
Cupcake- It was one time when she just happened to eat all of the cupcakes at a little party in high school. She didn’t know that they took forever to make and weren’t even for that party! They shouldn’t have just left 5 cupcakes lying around during her little phase where she was pissed for getting a 89 on a test! How the heck do they even still remember that? Well, whatever. I’ve gotten used to it anyways.
Alvri- Some of them call her this at times. Not really though.
Alvri- Some of them call her this at times. Not really though.
Age
23
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Appearance
Alvrielle stands at 5'8" so she hits just above that average height point but she doesn't mind it. She has lucid blue eyes that seem almost transparent and bangs that go across her face. Her hair is brown and has tousled curls that do whatever the heck they want. She has a large scar on her wrist which goes across and looks like it was done on purpose. But it wasn't. She was 10 years old and she was attempting to make a salad. However, a squirrel came out of nowhere and scared the heck out of her. A squirrel! Alvrielle has piercings but she rarely ever wears earrings. Her lips a natural rosy color which she applies light pink lipgloss to. She wears glasses at times. Not always though since her eyes aren't too bad. Those geeky big framed glasses.
Her attire consists of anything really. Usually she'll have on a nerdy outfit though. A superman sweater, black jeans, and a pair of converse sneakers. However, she does go girly at times with a cute polka dot dress or a nice blouse and a black skirt to go with them. She feels pretty neutrally about heels. ALvrielle likes how they make her taller but she does not like discomfort.
Her attire consists of anything really. Usually she'll have on a nerdy outfit though. A superman sweater, black jeans, and a pair of converse sneakers. However, she does go girly at times with a cute polka dot dress or a nice blouse and a black skirt to go with them. She feels pretty neutrally about heels. ALvrielle likes how they make her taller but she does not like discomfort.
"Wait. Wait. Is that a new trend or something? It looks funny! Tell me about it!"
Personality
Alvrielle seems like a big bubble of joy that is extremely nerdy. She has a habit of at least attempting to look on the bright side of things. Even when she doesn’t believe her own words. Alvrielle has always been that girl that just does what she wants and can be easily thought of as wierd. Not that she minds. She gets it. Alvrielle really wants everyone around her to be happy. And that doesn’t count herself. She’s that chick that’s fine with staying in the background if everyone else gets to shine. Especially love. She loves to act as cupid. However, she doesn’t believe that she is someone that anyone would want to date honestly. So she’d much rather have fun with her friends than get involved with romance only to have her heart broken later.
She has always been a fan of comic books, math, science, and all that jazz. Alvrielle just wants to have a good time with her friends. She can be sarcastic at times but only with her friends. Alvrielle is one that will tell you straight up if you're being a jerk but she can tell a white lie. Only if it is really in need though because all in all, she hates to lie.
At times, she can come off flirty but honest to god, she doesn't know this. If she asks a guy if they want to cuddle, she doesn't say it to get close to them really. She just likes to cuddle. Alvrielle would be the girl that wouldn't understand even the simplest of hints if they involve herself. However, she can piece things together if it has her friends involved instead and she loves this trait of hers.
A sweetheart, Alvrielle is the girl to go to when you're having a hard time and you just want someone to cheer you up. She'll try her best to get whatever's on your mind off your mind. Whether that involves her geeky tactics, nerdy facts, watching a movie, telling jokes, or Alvrielle telling you an embarresing story. She can't help but want to have everyone be happy. That means that at times, she can be pretty persistent and she can act like she knows things you don't but in the end, she's pretty clueless about herself. A hypocrite? Just a bit.
She has always been a fan of comic books, math, science, and all that jazz. Alvrielle just wants to have a good time with her friends. She can be sarcastic at times but only with her friends. Alvrielle is one that will tell you straight up if you're being a jerk but she can tell a white lie. Only if it is really in need though because all in all, she hates to lie.
At times, she can come off flirty but honest to god, she doesn't know this. If she asks a guy if they want to cuddle, she doesn't say it to get close to them really. She just likes to cuddle. Alvrielle would be the girl that wouldn't understand even the simplest of hints if they involve herself. However, she can piece things together if it has her friends involved instead and she loves this trait of hers.
A sweetheart, Alvrielle is the girl to go to when you're having a hard time and you just want someone to cheer you up. She'll try her best to get whatever's on your mind off your mind. Whether that involves her geeky tactics, nerdy facts, watching a movie, telling jokes, or Alvrielle telling you an embarresing story. She can't help but want to have everyone be happy. That means that at times, she can be pretty persistent and she can act like she knows things you don't but in the end, she's pretty clueless about herself. A hypocrite? Just a bit.
Likes
✡Cupcakes
✡ Sweets in general
✡ Learning
✡ Reading
✡ Photography
✡ Parties
✡ Forehead kisses
✡ Cuddling
✡ Stand up comedy
✡ A nice movie with her second family
✡ Sweets in general
✡ Learning
✡ Reading
✡ Photography
✡ Parties
✡ Forehead kisses
✡ Cuddling
✡ Stand up comedy
✡ A nice movie with her second family
Dislikes
✄ Being pessimistic
✄ Being bored
✄ Stupid questions
✄ PEARS
✄ Being bored
✄ Stupid questions
✄ PEARS
Fears about the trip
-She’s afraid of getting lost. You’d be surprised how easily she can get lost.
"You know what. When you're down in the dumps, i'm down in the dumps. Let's eat some ice cream and watch Netflix, shall we?"
Strengths
+ Smart
+ Friendly
+ Comforting
+ She can go with the flow
+ Good baker
+ Outgoing
+ Friendly
+ Comforting
+ She can go with the flow
+ Good baker
+ Outgoing
Weaknesses
- Blunt
- Oblivious
- Doesn’t like to hear the truth
- Clumsy
- Negative about herself
- Oblivious
- Doesn’t like to hear the truth
- Clumsy
- Negative about herself
History
Alvrielle was born in a somewhat bad household. Her parents were drug attics and alcoholics. So most of the time they lounged around, high, and expected her to do everything. They weren’t the best parents. However, when she was 13 years old, she was put into social services. Soon, she found two parents that were sweet and loved her so much. She was 14 when they officially adopted her. Throughout the years, they have figured out that she isn’t her true self to them. She never acted selfish and she never got mad when things didn’t go her way.
Middle school wasn’t great for her but her father but her in Brazilian jujitsu and you’d think that she’d use that when she got bullied but she never did. Instead, she put up with it because of the fact that she didn’t want to hurt anyone. That didn't help but what did was when it got out that she beat up some guy from another school. Which, isn't true. The truth is that he happened to creep up behind her all of a sudden and she put him into a choke hold out of reflex. However, that got the bullying to stop for a while.
When she was 15, she picked up a violin for the first time and she might have hated it. But she loved how much her mother loved to watch her play it. That was how she got started with the violin. The camera was something that she loved as well. Taking photos of people was never really her forte though. They could just be so...fake. Over the years, the lowest grade that she got was an 89. Alvrielle always made sure to get good grades, be polite and proper, and be kind to everyone. Because that was her parents ideal of her probably. Nowadays, being older and more independent, she does more of what she wants and is much more carefree than when she was in school.
Middle school wasn’t great for her but her father but her in Brazilian jujitsu and you’d think that she’d use that when she got bullied but she never did. Instead, she put up with it because of the fact that she didn’t want to hurt anyone. That didn't help but what did was when it got out that she beat up some guy from another school. Which, isn't true. The truth is that he happened to creep up behind her all of a sudden and she put him into a choke hold out of reflex. However, that got the bullying to stop for a while.
When she was 15, she picked up a violin for the first time and she might have hated it. But she loved how much her mother loved to watch her play it. That was how she got started with the violin. The camera was something that she loved as well. Taking photos of people was never really her forte though. They could just be so...fake. Over the years, the lowest grade that she got was an 89. Alvrielle always made sure to get good grades, be polite and proper, and be kind to everyone. Because that was her parents ideal of her probably. Nowadays, being older and more independent, she does more of what she wants and is much more carefree than when she was in school.
"I really... feel like curling up with a nice book and cuddling. Hey! Who's up for some cuddling? Haha, I charge though! Wait... That sounded like prostitution."
Favorite memory
Getting officially adopted by Kilien Burant and Vria Burant. Especially the party they threw for her afterwards but that entire day was just wonderful for her.
Least favorite memory
Her actual mother and father not coming to a parents and child get together at the school and in the end, not coming home for the night.
Birthday
December 18, 1992
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"I think that everyone’s just so lovely. I mean. They are, aren’t they?”
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Lilien awoke with her brother near her on the ground. He had blood on him. She sighed and stood up, ruffling her unruly hair. She had on a pair of black shorts along with a tank top that was meant for men. Under it was a black sports bra due to the fact that it would expose some sideboob if she didn’t wear it.
She sniffed and scratched her leg which had a scar on it. Heading into the restroom and carefully applying foundation to the marks and bruises on her body. Lilien hummed as she did so, making sure not to allow anything to be seen.
“Good morning mother.” she whispered, kissing her mother’s forehead as she lay on the ground. Her mother blinked once before nodding and clutching Lilien’s hand, then releasing it. “I’ll make breakfast. You’d like some curried egg with spinach, wouldn’t you? You’ve been losing more weight mother…” her voice is quiet as she speaks into her mother’s ear.
“Mmm… I just ate last night dear. I-I ate an entire pie. And a bowl of salad.”
It doesn’t count as eating if you throw it all in the trash while you think i’m not watching. It doesn't count if you throw most of it up afterwards. It doesn’t count at all. “Alright. I’ll make you your breakfast.” giving her a faint smile before she walks into the kitchen.
Right as she walked into the kitchen, she felt something in her foot and looked down. “Oh. Shit.” she says with a monotone expression after realizing that she had stepped on a shard of glass. She doesn’t bother pulling it out and instead goes over to the sink and washes her hands, humming yet again. She got out three eggs and saw that there were no spinach. Dang it. She also needed to head out to work. “Mother, i’ll have to have you eat a simple thing of toast for today. I do apologize.” Lilien calls out to her loudly yet it sounds so soothing that you wouldn’t even be able to tell that she was yelling. There was no response from her mother. Everything was just silent.
Lilien went into her brothers room and got out a simple white T-Shirt that was a bit too big for her. It looked as if it was meant to be a dress on her. She took off the tank top and the horrendous scars underneath them showed. Lilien began humming as she placed a black sweater over the sports bra. She would keep the shorts on. Not that they were barely seeable to the eye after being covered by the top. She then grabbed her bag and just as she did, she heard the doorbell ring.
Her mother automatically ran into her tiny room and locked her door while her brother remained asleep. Lilien’s eyes unconsciously widened as she wondered who it could be. Her father isn’t home at these times so it could only be a salesperson or a loan shark. She grabs a knife and stuffs it in her back pocket before opening the door. Once she slowly opens it, she exhales subtly. This mans heart was purple. He hadn’t killed anyone before.
“Goodmorning.” she says, a kind smile now on her face. “Is there a problem?” Slowly closing the door and taking out her key to lock the door.
"Good morning, miss. Are your parents home?" RJ asked politely. He watched Lilien close the door. His eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head. "Unless, of course, you are the owner of this house?"
She began to walk as if she expected him to follow. "I live here with my brother and mother. My mother left at 6 am for work so I apologize for that." She stopped and turned around to face him. "I take care of practically everything in the house though. What do you need?"
RJ smiled, satasfied with the answer. He had glanced down at the knife in her pocket, but chose to ignore it seeing as he could probably get away if she pulled it on him. "I am from the local Social Working facillity and a few nights ago, we got a noise complaint from one of your neighbors. They seemed very concerned. May I ask what you and your family were up to on May 19th?"
Shit. One of those. Lilien covered her mouth and chuckled. "Oh my. I didn't think... I told them to turn it down." Lilien put a smile on her face. "My mother has a habit of watching horror movies on full blast on Saturdays. She just wouldn't turn it down. I'm sorry..." Lilien's voice is calm and apolagetic as she plays with her fingers.
RJ's smile disappeared. "Right. Of course, horror movies are such a classic excuse, you know..." He looked at the sky for a moment and sighed. "We have over ten 'noise complaints' on your house. I just want to to know that we have the resources to help you, whatever is going on." He raised his hand to place it on the smaller girl's shoulder. His eyes softened considerably. "Could I take a look around your house?"
Lilien's smile vanished as well and it was replaced with an expression of boredom and disgust. Fuck. This had happened before andthis excuse had worked. I guess they hired someone with a little more logic. This was why Lilien hated it when her father took his anger out on mother. It was usually Lilien but he just had to choose mother. Fuck. She smacked his hand off of her shoulder. "No. I need to get to work. You'll have to come another time." I don't need protecting from a coward. Last night I couldn't help mother because of the fact that my brother went frantic. I could have hurt him.
He didn't seem phased by her action. "That's fine," he said, digging through his bag and pulling out a notebook and a pen. He clicked the pen a few times and scribbled on the top corner of the page. RJ looked at the girl with an attentive expression. "Could you tell me where it is that you work and if your income is primarily supporting your family? I also need your mother's workplace, home number, cell number if you have it, and a time that would be best for me to contact you again." He didn't want to seem pushy, but yes he did. RJ decided that he wanted to protect this kid and her brother, if what she was saying was true and she did have a brother. He was not sure what to make of the parents, but he knew that the kids were worth potentially getting stabbed over.
Agh. Just as she was about to respond, her brother came out of the door with a black sweater, jeans, and red sneakers. He had obviously just woken up and his hair was a bit messy. No. God no. Vincent locked the door quickly and went over to her.
"Who the hell are you?" Vincent had a nasty look on his face as he went behind Lilien and practically pulled her back, grabbing her shoulders. "Sis, you shouldn't talk to creeps. You know that."
With that, Lilien rolled her eyes. "He's not a creep Vince. Just some guy from social services. What are you doing? Wait. Do you have work today? I thought you didn't work on Sunday's."
"No. I'm just going out to the store to go and get some food. We're out of alota of shit so I thought i'd go and get it so that you didn't have to." he sounded calmer than before now and loosened his grip on her. He had too much strength for his own good. That might leave a mark.
"Oh, alright. Thanks Vince. Anyways. You needed to know where I worked?" she looked back at the man that had asked a question. I work at about 8 different places but let's just tell him one. "I work at a diner. Lovely Sunset Diner, it's right by here. I can just ride a bus to the place and you probably saw it on your way here. My mom works at a new place. I forgot the name but i'll find out. But we get by just fine so you don't need to worry about that." Most of the income came from her since she actually did make a good amount of money. Hopefully this was enough.
"Considering the recent attacks, I think it would be better if I gave you two a ride to wherever you're going." RJ smiled brightly. He put his pen in his left hand and extended his right hand to Vincent.
"You must be the brother." He said, "My name is Robert Carr, from Social Works. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I take my job very seriously."
Vincent didn't like this idea but he also knew that the car was in the shop. He murmered something under his breath and nodded. "Fine. Sis. Go with him, alright?" He said it as if she had to do whatever he told her. But Lilien did listen to whatever he said. "Got it.. What about you?" she asks, looking up at him. "I've got to go and do something else before I go to the store so i'm alright." with that, he leans forward and kissed his sister's cheek, almost kissing her on the lips. Then, he whispers something into her ear that wouldn't be able to be heard by the Robert. "This thing's a human. He reeks. If he does anything, you know what to do. Just kill him." he says before giving her shoulders another light squeeze and off before the other man could say anything.
Lilien narrowed her eyes at him as he walked off. He never liked how he was fine with hurting other's yet broke when it came to father. Goddamn blood thirsty, sister complex imbecile. Lilien herself wasn't too fond of violence. At least, she liked to say so anyways. "You heard him. Let's go, yeah?"
"Yeah..." RJ paused to watch Vincent walk away. "Right this way." He bowed and gestured to his car in a dorkily chivalrous way. He then walked all the way to the Nissan and opened the passenger door before opening his own. He got in and patted the passenger seat, smiling at Lilien so that she wouldn't feel threatened.
Lilien follofollowed behind him obediently and as quietly as possible. His smile made her unconsciously take a small step backwards until she figured that he was just doing it to seem nice or whatever. Lilien got into the car and turned her head to look outside. She was hoping that he wouldn't ask any more questions. These types tended to overstep boundaries but he probably wouldn't.
RJ sighed. He was a bit disappointed that his new companion wasn't talking much. He started the car and turned the radio on to the popular music station. It was the safest bet he had.
"You can mess with the radio if you want." He offered and pulled away from the curb. "What was it, Lovely somethin' Diner? You're gonna have to give me directions." RJ's stomach growled. He had barely even touched his breakfast this morning before the call came and he rushed out the door. He blushed a little.
An awkward silence fell in the car and it drove RJ mad. He wanted so badly to ask questions, but he knew that, while this would be the perfect situation, it would probably not earn him the trust and respect that he needed from her to do his job correctly. He spoke up anyways.
"So, how is life here? You know, I've only been in town for a few months, so I haven't had the chance to do much. And with work and everything, man... my coworkers are really working me and my friend. They send us out to do all of the rough jobs. Last night, with the attack and everything, they had us working till three! Do you ever have to work super late?" He rambled.
Lilien didn't feel like having to listen about any of those Reaper killing terrorists. "Lovely Sunset Diner. It's on Lilac street and it's about 10 minutes from here. Just keep going straight." Lilien barely looked at him until she heard his stomach growl. Jesus. He wouldn't end up eating at the darn place, would he? Seeing him blush made her internally chuckle. Pft. How cute. This specific diner that she worked at was a place home to a bunch of dangerous gang members. A while back, they made it their hang out spot and they even took a liking to Lilien. Of course, not her brother since he's a dipshit to any guy that she talks to.
The question about how life was here made her smirk as she looked up at him. Had he not seen the shitty place she lived in? Or maybe he wasn't looking outside of the car enough to see more than 5 homeless people asking for some money. "It's just great." she says, not meaning to sound so rude and sarcastic. "Yea, the latest i've worked is probably 8 am." she responds. 2 am? Please.
"Damn," RJ muttered, "Straight savage." He smirked at his own usage of street slang, "Do you at least get over-time?" He glanced over to her. A young girl like that should not be working through the night like that, he thought. That was the reality of the job, he supposed, meeting kids and people who wouldn't get much further than where they were at the moment. He looked back out the windsheild. RJ's confidence kept her tone from getting to him.
"You can be yourself." He smiled softly, "It doesn't bother me. You forget what I do for a living." He laughed under his breath. "Some people try so hard to make their lives seem normal, but they also forget. Why do they think I'm there? Socializing? Hah." He joked, then realized that he sounded more like his dad than a 24 year old.
"Ah, i guess.. Sometimes." The late night work wasn't for the diner. The diner was owned by a sweet guy around 30 years old. They made sure to pay her and besides, they knew her father. The nice cop that went around town protecting them from bad guys.
The mention of being herself made a smirk form on her lips. At times like these, a lot of people would say stuff like "You don't know what i'm going through." or "You don't know anything." but she knew that she also knew nothing about him. "I wasn't trying to make my life seem normal." she says, looking back out the window. After that, she turned her head, finally actually looking at him. "How old do you even think I am? Just wondering."
Rj was stunned by the question. He slowed down and stopped at a red light. "I don't know." he admitted, "Young. Maybe older teens..." He looked at her, making eye contact. "I'm gonna guess in the 17-19 range..." He noticed that the light had turned green and accelerated again. "How close was I? Close?" He thought for a bit and then asked, "How old do you think I am?"
"19." she says, moving her eyes away from his gaze. Eye contact wasn't something that she was a fan of. "You?" with that, Lilien looks back at him but not at his face or anything like that. She looks straight at his chest and through to his heart. "24." she says as a matter of factly.
"Right!" RJ grinned stupidly, "Fantastic! God, I love reapers. So amazing." He looked back at her. "You're amazing, you know that?" He stated in a serious tone. RJ, at this point, had abandonned all civility and respect for personal boundaries. He smiled out the windshield.
His sudden outbursts caused Lilien to flinch as she looked over at him. Well, not everyone loves Reapers so dearly. His unexpected compliment made Lilien turn her head back outside of the window, her hair covering her face a bit more now. I swear to god. I will not get embarrassed by this shit. "That's the place right over there. You see it? Just turn left here." The Diner looked run down and it had more than 4 motercycles outside of it along with a few classic motercycle gang guys that were just hanging around the place. The cars looked actually pretty posh due to the fact that a new gang had been hanging around and they seemed to have some cash for nice cars.
The sign was barely even holding up, the u in Sunset not anywhere to be seen. It seemed like a shitty place but the inside was better than the outside. Not that you could see that from the outside with the black curtains covering the windows.
RJ did as he was directed, not entirely oblivious to the now straigned atmosphere in the car. He pulled in to a parking space at the far end of the parking lot. His clean white car looked enitrely out of place in the parking lot, but RJ had been in rougher parts of town and didn't feel nearly as phased by it as he should have.
As he took the keyes out of the ignition, he shifted to face Lilien. "Hey, do they serve pancakes here?" He smiled.
With this question, she brightened a bit. ""Yeah! Mary makes really good pancakes." she toned it down a bit, surprised that he even wanted to go inside. ""...You're going to eat here? I mean. It's alright but..." She opened the car door but still faced him.
"Well, yeah. It's only, what 8;45?" RJ said, opening his own car door. "I haven't had breakfast yet, and those pancakes seem promising anyways." He stepped out of the car and hit the 'lock' button inside the drivers door before closing it. RJ purposefully avoided the obvious 'but you're super white bread and these guys could seriously kill you,' statement that was inevitable. He started walking towards the diner. RJ nodded at the men who were standing outside.
"Beautiful day, Gentlemen." He called out, but didn't further engage. He hoped his comment would show that he isn't afraid of them and that he wasn't a threat to them.
Lilien chuckled. They weren't bad guys but they sure as hell looked terrifying. Upon opening the door, one of them called out to her. ""Oh, sweetcakes!" he yelled, coming over to her and giving her a smack on the butt. Lilien kissed his cheek and smacked his hand. "What'd I tell you about that? I'll tell your girlfriend. And she's a feisty one, ya know." Lilien has obviously brightened up a bit. Sweetcakes. That was the worst nickname ever.
""What's that you've brought? A boyfriend? Freshmeat?" he asks teasingly as he looks over at RJ. "You know I don't do boyfriends. But he's not freshmeat either you bloodthirsty idiot. You're acting like my brother." at this, the man looks back at Lilien. "Your brother? That guy with the major sister complex? Nah. He's just an idiot. Me, baby, i'm sweeter than him." He says confidently.
Lilien punches him pretty hard but gives him a playful smile. ""That's my brother you're talking about. Watch it. Remember what happened the last time you pissed him off? How's your arm, baby?" with that, the man that was named Calen put a hand to his heart and acted hurt. "Ouch sweetcakes. Ouch." He soon went on his way and Lilian said hello to a bunch of the other guys and gals that were hanging around. No one there didn't look like they hadn't killed anyone.
"They're idiots. They won't hurt you." Lilien then walks into the Diner and a sweet older lady that was 49 years old and had white hair smiled at her. "Hey darling. Get your uniform on and get to work. Business is booming this morning." she says kindly. "Morning Mary." Lilien goes over and kisses her on the cheek. "This guy wants some of your devine pancakes." Lilien loved this place if it wasn't obvious enough. She smiled and put on an apron.
"Looks better on the inside, does it not?" she asks him. The inside looked like a classic Diner that had been around for a while. They even had a jukebox in the corner that was playing Fooled around and fell in by Elvin Bishop. Lilien swayed to the music a bit as she gave him a glass of water with a professional smile.
RJ reached out to shake Mary's hand. "Good morning, ma'am. It's a beautiful day out." He gave a charming smile before looking back at Lilien. He had an expression of serenity on his face whenever he looked at troubled people in their comfort zones. It wasn't often, mind you, but RJ reveled in it. He liked watching Lilien enjoy herself in this place.
"It's beautiful." RJ exhaled. He had a soft spot for diners like this, the ones that reminded him of the old dives back in Washington. His dad always told him that diners are where friends and family can be found, and RJ believed it. It was in a diner like this that he went on his first date and where he had his first kiss. Not that it was different from anywhere else he went, but RJ felt comfortable. He did a 360 survey of the place before finding an empty stool at the counter.
"You seem more chipper now." RJ mentioned. "Does Mary treat you well?" His question seemed more casual than the questions from before, less of an interview and more like a passing remark. He sipped his water and looked up at Lilien with puppy-dog eyes.
It's a beautiful day out? She hadn't heard anyone say that in a while. Lilien slightly smiled when she heard him compliment the Diner. For some reason, a compliment to the diner made her feel better than getting a compliment meant for herself. Much better. His remark of her being more chipper didn't surprise her but she felt like she should tone it down. "Mary? Mary's lovely. She's like the mother for all of us." she says, her eyes nearly closed as she wipes down the counter.
Mary speaks up then. "You're too sweet. Your fa-" with that, Lilien quickly cuts her off and begins speaking. "Oh! Mary! Do you have any apple pie? I don't know what you do, but it tastes better when you make it." she says, giving Mary a smile and turning back to RJ. Wait. What the heck was this guys name? Oh yeah. Roberto. Wait no. Robert? Yeah.
"Yeah I have some dear. Freshly baked too. I'll go and get it." with that, Mary dissapeared into the kitchen and Lilien internally exhaled, glad that she got around the mention of her father. She barely even said father before she cut her off so it was fine.
RJ put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward. "How long have you been working here, then?" He asked, making eye contact again. His mouth was formed into the shadow of a smile. He appeared to be much more relaxed than he was earlier. Perhaps the tiredness from last night was catching up to him again. He yawned, covering his mouth with his fist.
"Sorry, could I get some coffee?" He asked. "Gotta get that caffeine rush." RJ flashed another charmingly dorky smile and sat up straight. He ran a hand through his hair, which was relatively well behaved, though still a bit on the crazy side. He attempted to make the best of the situation by rustling it a bit and parting it slightly. The effort was futile, his hair morphed right back to its original appearance, much to RJ's frustration.
"I've been working here for... about 5 years now." she says, her eyes widening at her own words. Time flew fast. "Yeah, sure." she says, going over to the coffee station and pouring him a nice and hot cup. "There." Lilian looked at his hair which he kept messing with for whatever reason. "What are you doing? Your hair looks fine." she says, handing a man nearby his order.
"Hm?" RJ focused on her. "Oh, thanks, but I let it dry while I slept so I think it dried funny..." His voice trailed off. "Not that I can do anything with it right now, but-" he cut himself off by drinking some coffee. "Long hair must be nice. You can do a lot with it to keep it out of the way." He remarked. "Did your parents let you dye it, or was it a spur of the moment kind of thing?" Again, trying to make his questions sound as casual as possible. Afterall, RJ was still on the clock, working his hardest to gage what kind of life Lilien was leading. Now that they were in this diner, RJ felt confident that he could get more out of her. She seemed to be more open and responsive to either the place or his new, calmer tone, and RJ knew it.
"Oh." she says, not really getting it since she doesn't touch her hair much. "Yeah. My hair's beautiful." she says before getting a man another thing of beer. "Well, my brother says so anyways." The mention of her parents didn't make her feel great bt it was what it was. "My brother said that it would look good if I dyed it this color. So I did."
"And your parents didn't get mad? I know my dad would have killed me if I dyed my hair." RJ smirked at the idea of himself with blonde, or maybe even green hair. "He's a great guy, but he's all about being genuine and.. I guess not dying hair. 'He's got two girls though, so I can't imagine what that's gonna be like for him." He laughed. "It wasn't a problem for me and my brother." His mouth smiled, but his eyes did not at the mention of his brother.
"Now, your brother," RJ began slowly, so as to not set her off, "You two seem to really get along." He smiled and took another sip of coffee. "Does he work too? Or is it just you and your mom working?"
"They didn't mind. They said it looked nice." Lies. That's a lie. Her father nearly killed her. Saying how it would mess up his image if both of his siblings went around with that obscene color. But she didn't care. Lilien's eyes automatically shot up, meeting his when he mentioned her brother but she cooled herself down, writing down orders. "He works as well." she says, looking back down.
"I didn't mean to pry." RJ said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I don't want you to think I'm one of those guys." His eyes were apologetic. RJ silently cursed himself. He was sure he'd just taken one step forward and two steps back in this small investigation. His hands rubbed the mug in his hands. "You seem busy now, I'll let you do your job." RJ smiled at Lilien warmly and took his phone out.
Lilien raised an eyebrow. "One of those guys? I hadn't assumed anything. So far, you're a 24 year old male that is frustrated at his hair and a classic social worker that has a job that requires you to ask questions." she sounded a bit irritated as she spoke. "Yes. I do hope you enjoy your meal, sir." she says, flashing him a fake and professional smile before walking off to take a man's order.
RJ watched her walk off. He turned back to his phone and texted his friend.
-'Hey, man. Can't pick you up. Having breakfast.'
Along with a hilariously unflattering selfie. His friend texted back,
-'I said I was calling in sick. I'm going to assume you're having fun on the job. Beautiful as always, RJ.'
RJ sighed, bored. He dug out a sketchbook and began to draw nothing in particular.
Mary came around with the apple pie and saw that Lilien was now off and about. She handed him a slice of pie along with a side serving of an apolagetic smile and said, "You should just give up hun."
"Yeah? I dunno, I thought I did pretty well." RJ smiled up at the kind old lady. "We only met, what," he checked his watch, "20 minutes ago?"
"Haha, it's her we're talking about. I've known her for so long yet I don't actually know anything about her. Besides, the game you're playing, it's a dangerous one. Just leave it alone, yeah?" her voice is soothing and sweet as she speaks to him.
"I wish I could, ma'am, but this is kinda my job. I'm concerned for her. People have been sending us tips about," RJ paused and leaned in, voice suddenly hushed, "supposed violence in her house. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" He asked, more politely than before. He, for the first time since walking in the diner, gave the imression of a real proper social worker.
Mary's eyes went wider as she listened to him. "O-oh... No I don't but she's fine. Look at her, she's an angel. A true angel. Her father's a nice guy as well. But... her brother is another case. However, he's probably sweet as well." she says. Mary truely knew nothing about any of this and it came as quite a shock to her.
RJ nodded and made a quick note in his sketchbook.
"She didn't mention her father..." he said to no one in particular. His eyebrows furrowed. He wrote down his work and cell numbers on a section of his sketchbook and tore it off. He folded it carefully and handed it to Mary. "Call me or text me if you notice any changes in her behavior or any bruising. It's for her own good. She probably won't want you to do anything, but, if you really want what's best for her, like I do, you'll keep me informed?" He smiled softly.
Mary soon regretted mentioning her father after she heard him say that he hadn't heard about him. "I- I really don't kno-" before Mary could even thing about responding, Lilien came in between them. "My, aren't you two friendly." she says, a sweet smile on her face. "Get out. You ate your food so get. Out.[/i]" her voice is cold and her eyes are dead. He needed to go. Now. Lilien turns to Mary and gives her a kind smile. "Mary, your husband says he wants to speak to you." With that, Mary goes off to her husband, waving goodbye slightly.
RJ sighed, closed his book, put it in his bag, and frowned deeply. "First," he stated, "I'm going to pay for this food, and then I am going to stay for a while and enjoy my coffee." He returned a sickeningly sweet smile beofre grabbing two tens from his wallet. "Keep whatever's left as change." RJ offered, putting his wallet back in his bag. He sipped his coffee again.
Lilien clicked her tongue and bite her bottom lip for a second. "...Bloddy hell. Fine. Do whatever the hell you want. But..." she murmers something under her breath, picking up an empty platter that was near him. She then went over to the people that knew her and raised an eyebrow. They knew what that meant. It meant that they better not say anything about her to him.
She sniffed and scratched her leg which had a scar on it. Heading into the restroom and carefully applying foundation to the marks and bruises on her body. Lilien hummed as she did so, making sure not to allow anything to be seen.
“Good morning mother.” she whispered, kissing her mother’s forehead as she lay on the ground. Her mother blinked once before nodding and clutching Lilien’s hand, then releasing it. “I’ll make breakfast. You’d like some curried egg with spinach, wouldn’t you? You’ve been losing more weight mother…” her voice is quiet as she speaks into her mother’s ear.
“Mmm… I just ate last night dear. I-I ate an entire pie. And a bowl of salad.”
It doesn’t count as eating if you throw it all in the trash while you think i’m not watching. It doesn't count if you throw most of it up afterwards. It doesn’t count at all. “Alright. I’ll make you your breakfast.” giving her a faint smile before she walks into the kitchen.
Right as she walked into the kitchen, she felt something in her foot and looked down. “Oh. Shit.” she says with a monotone expression after realizing that she had stepped on a shard of glass. She doesn’t bother pulling it out and instead goes over to the sink and washes her hands, humming yet again. She got out three eggs and saw that there were no spinach. Dang it. She also needed to head out to work. “Mother, i’ll have to have you eat a simple thing of toast for today. I do apologize.” Lilien calls out to her loudly yet it sounds so soothing that you wouldn’t even be able to tell that she was yelling. There was no response from her mother. Everything was just silent.
Lilien went into her brothers room and got out a simple white T-Shirt that was a bit too big for her. It looked as if it was meant to be a dress on her. She took off the tank top and the horrendous scars underneath them showed. Lilien began humming as she placed a black sweater over the sports bra. She would keep the shorts on. Not that they were barely seeable to the eye after being covered by the top. She then grabbed her bag and just as she did, she heard the doorbell ring.
Her mother automatically ran into her tiny room and locked her door while her brother remained asleep. Lilien’s eyes unconsciously widened as she wondered who it could be. Her father isn’t home at these times so it could only be a salesperson or a loan shark. She grabs a knife and stuffs it in her back pocket before opening the door. Once she slowly opens it, she exhales subtly. This mans heart was purple. He hadn’t killed anyone before.
“Goodmorning.” she says, a kind smile now on her face. “Is there a problem?” Slowly closing the door and taking out her key to lock the door.
"Good morning, miss. Are your parents home?" RJ asked politely. He watched Lilien close the door. His eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head. "Unless, of course, you are the owner of this house?"
She began to walk as if she expected him to follow. "I live here with my brother and mother. My mother left at 6 am for work so I apologize for that." She stopped and turned around to face him. "I take care of practically everything in the house though. What do you need?"
RJ smiled, satasfied with the answer. He had glanced down at the knife in her pocket, but chose to ignore it seeing as he could probably get away if she pulled it on him. "I am from the local Social Working facillity and a few nights ago, we got a noise complaint from one of your neighbors. They seemed very concerned. May I ask what you and your family were up to on May 19th?"
Shit. One of those. Lilien covered her mouth and chuckled. "Oh my. I didn't think... I told them to turn it down." Lilien put a smile on her face. "My mother has a habit of watching horror movies on full blast on Saturdays. She just wouldn't turn it down. I'm sorry..." Lilien's voice is calm and apolagetic as she plays with her fingers.
RJ's smile disappeared. "Right. Of course, horror movies are such a classic excuse, you know..." He looked at the sky for a moment and sighed. "We have over ten 'noise complaints' on your house. I just want to to know that we have the resources to help you, whatever is going on." He raised his hand to place it on the smaller girl's shoulder. His eyes softened considerably. "Could I take a look around your house?"
Lilien's smile vanished as well and it was replaced with an expression of boredom and disgust. Fuck. This had happened before andthis excuse had worked. I guess they hired someone with a little more logic. This was why Lilien hated it when her father took his anger out on mother. It was usually Lilien but he just had to choose mother. Fuck. She smacked his hand off of her shoulder. "No. I need to get to work. You'll have to come another time." I don't need protecting from a coward. Last night I couldn't help mother because of the fact that my brother went frantic. I could have hurt him.
He didn't seem phased by her action. "That's fine," he said, digging through his bag and pulling out a notebook and a pen. He clicked the pen a few times and scribbled on the top corner of the page. RJ looked at the girl with an attentive expression. "Could you tell me where it is that you work and if your income is primarily supporting your family? I also need your mother's workplace, home number, cell number if you have it, and a time that would be best for me to contact you again." He didn't want to seem pushy, but yes he did. RJ decided that he wanted to protect this kid and her brother, if what she was saying was true and she did have a brother. He was not sure what to make of the parents, but he knew that the kids were worth potentially getting stabbed over.
Agh. Just as she was about to respond, her brother came out of the door with a black sweater, jeans, and red sneakers. He had obviously just woken up and his hair was a bit messy. No. God no. Vincent locked the door quickly and went over to her.
"Who the hell are you?" Vincent had a nasty look on his face as he went behind Lilien and practically pulled her back, grabbing her shoulders. "Sis, you shouldn't talk to creeps. You know that."
With that, Lilien rolled her eyes. "He's not a creep Vince. Just some guy from social services. What are you doing? Wait. Do you have work today? I thought you didn't work on Sunday's."
"No. I'm just going out to the store to go and get some food. We're out of alota of shit so I thought i'd go and get it so that you didn't have to." he sounded calmer than before now and loosened his grip on her. He had too much strength for his own good. That might leave a mark.
"Oh, alright. Thanks Vince. Anyways. You needed to know where I worked?" she looked back at the man that had asked a question. I work at about 8 different places but let's just tell him one. "I work at a diner. Lovely Sunset Diner, it's right by here. I can just ride a bus to the place and you probably saw it on your way here. My mom works at a new place. I forgot the name but i'll find out. But we get by just fine so you don't need to worry about that." Most of the income came from her since she actually did make a good amount of money. Hopefully this was enough.
"Considering the recent attacks, I think it would be better if I gave you two a ride to wherever you're going." RJ smiled brightly. He put his pen in his left hand and extended his right hand to Vincent.
"You must be the brother." He said, "My name is Robert Carr, from Social Works. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I take my job very seriously."
Vincent didn't like this idea but he also knew that the car was in the shop. He murmered something under his breath and nodded. "Fine. Sis. Go with him, alright?" He said it as if she had to do whatever he told her. But Lilien did listen to whatever he said. "Got it.. What about you?" she asks, looking up at him. "I've got to go and do something else before I go to the store so i'm alright." with that, he leans forward and kissed his sister's cheek, almost kissing her on the lips. Then, he whispers something into her ear that wouldn't be able to be heard by the Robert. "This thing's a human. He reeks. If he does anything, you know what to do. Just kill him." he says before giving her shoulders another light squeeze and off before the other man could say anything.
Lilien narrowed her eyes at him as he walked off. He never liked how he was fine with hurting other's yet broke when it came to father. Goddamn blood thirsty, sister complex imbecile. Lilien herself wasn't too fond of violence. At least, she liked to say so anyways. "You heard him. Let's go, yeah?"
"Yeah..." RJ paused to watch Vincent walk away. "Right this way." He bowed and gestured to his car in a dorkily chivalrous way. He then walked all the way to the Nissan and opened the passenger door before opening his own. He got in and patted the passenger seat, smiling at Lilien so that she wouldn't feel threatened.
Lilien follofollowed behind him obediently and as quietly as possible. His smile made her unconsciously take a small step backwards until she figured that he was just doing it to seem nice or whatever. Lilien got into the car and turned her head to look outside. She was hoping that he wouldn't ask any more questions. These types tended to overstep boundaries but he probably wouldn't.
RJ sighed. He was a bit disappointed that his new companion wasn't talking much. He started the car and turned the radio on to the popular music station. It was the safest bet he had.
"You can mess with the radio if you want." He offered and pulled away from the curb. "What was it, Lovely somethin' Diner? You're gonna have to give me directions." RJ's stomach growled. He had barely even touched his breakfast this morning before the call came and he rushed out the door. He blushed a little.
An awkward silence fell in the car and it drove RJ mad. He wanted so badly to ask questions, but he knew that, while this would be the perfect situation, it would probably not earn him the trust and respect that he needed from her to do his job correctly. He spoke up anyways.
"So, how is life here? You know, I've only been in town for a few months, so I haven't had the chance to do much. And with work and everything, man... my coworkers are really working me and my friend. They send us out to do all of the rough jobs. Last night, with the attack and everything, they had us working till three! Do you ever have to work super late?" He rambled.
Lilien didn't feel like having to listen about any of those Reaper killing terrorists. "Lovely Sunset Diner. It's on Lilac street and it's about 10 minutes from here. Just keep going straight." Lilien barely looked at him until she heard his stomach growl. Jesus. He wouldn't end up eating at the darn place, would he? Seeing him blush made her internally chuckle. Pft. How cute. This specific diner that she worked at was a place home to a bunch of dangerous gang members. A while back, they made it their hang out spot and they even took a liking to Lilien. Of course, not her brother since he's a dipshit to any guy that she talks to.
The question about how life was here made her smirk as she looked up at him. Had he not seen the shitty place she lived in? Or maybe he wasn't looking outside of the car enough to see more than 5 homeless people asking for some money. "It's just great." she says, not meaning to sound so rude and sarcastic. "Yea, the latest i've worked is probably 8 am." she responds. 2 am? Please.
"Damn," RJ muttered, "Straight savage." He smirked at his own usage of street slang, "Do you at least get over-time?" He glanced over to her. A young girl like that should not be working through the night like that, he thought. That was the reality of the job, he supposed, meeting kids and people who wouldn't get much further than where they were at the moment. He looked back out the windsheild. RJ's confidence kept her tone from getting to him.
"You can be yourself." He smiled softly, "It doesn't bother me. You forget what I do for a living." He laughed under his breath. "Some people try so hard to make their lives seem normal, but they also forget. Why do they think I'm there? Socializing? Hah." He joked, then realized that he sounded more like his dad than a 24 year old.
"Ah, i guess.. Sometimes." The late night work wasn't for the diner. The diner was owned by a sweet guy around 30 years old. They made sure to pay her and besides, they knew her father. The nice cop that went around town protecting them from bad guys.
The mention of being herself made a smirk form on her lips. At times like these, a lot of people would say stuff like "You don't know what i'm going through." or "You don't know anything." but she knew that she also knew nothing about him. "I wasn't trying to make my life seem normal." she says, looking back out the window. After that, she turned her head, finally actually looking at him. "How old do you even think I am? Just wondering."
Rj was stunned by the question. He slowed down and stopped at a red light. "I don't know." he admitted, "Young. Maybe older teens..." He looked at her, making eye contact. "I'm gonna guess in the 17-19 range..." He noticed that the light had turned green and accelerated again. "How close was I? Close?" He thought for a bit and then asked, "How old do you think I am?"
"19." she says, moving her eyes away from his gaze. Eye contact wasn't something that she was a fan of. "You?" with that, Lilien looks back at him but not at his face or anything like that. She looks straight at his chest and through to his heart. "24." she says as a matter of factly.
"Right!" RJ grinned stupidly, "Fantastic! God, I love reapers. So amazing." He looked back at her. "You're amazing, you know that?" He stated in a serious tone. RJ, at this point, had abandonned all civility and respect for personal boundaries. He smiled out the windshield.
His sudden outbursts caused Lilien to flinch as she looked over at him. Well, not everyone loves Reapers so dearly. His unexpected compliment made Lilien turn her head back outside of the window, her hair covering her face a bit more now. I swear to god. I will not get embarrassed by this shit. "That's the place right over there. You see it? Just turn left here." The Diner looked run down and it had more than 4 motercycles outside of it along with a few classic motercycle gang guys that were just hanging around the place. The cars looked actually pretty posh due to the fact that a new gang had been hanging around and they seemed to have some cash for nice cars.
The sign was barely even holding up, the u in Sunset not anywhere to be seen. It seemed like a shitty place but the inside was better than the outside. Not that you could see that from the outside with the black curtains covering the windows.
RJ did as he was directed, not entirely oblivious to the now straigned atmosphere in the car. He pulled in to a parking space at the far end of the parking lot. His clean white car looked enitrely out of place in the parking lot, but RJ had been in rougher parts of town and didn't feel nearly as phased by it as he should have.
As he took the keyes out of the ignition, he shifted to face Lilien. "Hey, do they serve pancakes here?" He smiled.
With this question, she brightened a bit. ""Yeah! Mary makes really good pancakes." she toned it down a bit, surprised that he even wanted to go inside. ""...You're going to eat here? I mean. It's alright but..." She opened the car door but still faced him.
"Well, yeah. It's only, what 8;45?" RJ said, opening his own car door. "I haven't had breakfast yet, and those pancakes seem promising anyways." He stepped out of the car and hit the 'lock' button inside the drivers door before closing it. RJ purposefully avoided the obvious 'but you're super white bread and these guys could seriously kill you,' statement that was inevitable. He started walking towards the diner. RJ nodded at the men who were standing outside.
"Beautiful day, Gentlemen." He called out, but didn't further engage. He hoped his comment would show that he isn't afraid of them and that he wasn't a threat to them.
Lilien chuckled. They weren't bad guys but they sure as hell looked terrifying. Upon opening the door, one of them called out to her. ""Oh, sweetcakes!" he yelled, coming over to her and giving her a smack on the butt. Lilien kissed his cheek and smacked his hand. "What'd I tell you about that? I'll tell your girlfriend. And she's a feisty one, ya know." Lilien has obviously brightened up a bit. Sweetcakes. That was the worst nickname ever.
""What's that you've brought? A boyfriend? Freshmeat?" he asks teasingly as he looks over at RJ. "You know I don't do boyfriends. But he's not freshmeat either you bloodthirsty idiot. You're acting like my brother." at this, the man looks back at Lilien. "Your brother? That guy with the major sister complex? Nah. He's just an idiot. Me, baby, i'm sweeter than him." He says confidently.
Lilien punches him pretty hard but gives him a playful smile. ""That's my brother you're talking about. Watch it. Remember what happened the last time you pissed him off? How's your arm, baby?" with that, the man that was named Calen put a hand to his heart and acted hurt. "Ouch sweetcakes. Ouch." He soon went on his way and Lilian said hello to a bunch of the other guys and gals that were hanging around. No one there didn't look like they hadn't killed anyone.
"They're idiots. They won't hurt you." Lilien then walks into the Diner and a sweet older lady that was 49 years old and had white hair smiled at her. "Hey darling. Get your uniform on and get to work. Business is booming this morning." she says kindly. "Morning Mary." Lilien goes over and kisses her on the cheek. "This guy wants some of your devine pancakes." Lilien loved this place if it wasn't obvious enough. She smiled and put on an apron.
"Looks better on the inside, does it not?" she asks him. The inside looked like a classic Diner that had been around for a while. They even had a jukebox in the corner that was playing Fooled around and fell in by Elvin Bishop. Lilien swayed to the music a bit as she gave him a glass of water with a professional smile.
RJ reached out to shake Mary's hand. "Good morning, ma'am. It's a beautiful day out." He gave a charming smile before looking back at Lilien. He had an expression of serenity on his face whenever he looked at troubled people in their comfort zones. It wasn't often, mind you, but RJ reveled in it. He liked watching Lilien enjoy herself in this place.
"It's beautiful." RJ exhaled. He had a soft spot for diners like this, the ones that reminded him of the old dives back in Washington. His dad always told him that diners are where friends and family can be found, and RJ believed it. It was in a diner like this that he went on his first date and where he had his first kiss. Not that it was different from anywhere else he went, but RJ felt comfortable. He did a 360 survey of the place before finding an empty stool at the counter.
"You seem more chipper now." RJ mentioned. "Does Mary treat you well?" His question seemed more casual than the questions from before, less of an interview and more like a passing remark. He sipped his water and looked up at Lilien with puppy-dog eyes.
It's a beautiful day out? She hadn't heard anyone say that in a while. Lilien slightly smiled when she heard him compliment the Diner. For some reason, a compliment to the diner made her feel better than getting a compliment meant for herself. Much better. His remark of her being more chipper didn't surprise her but she felt like she should tone it down. "Mary? Mary's lovely. She's like the mother for all of us." she says, her eyes nearly closed as she wipes down the counter.
Mary speaks up then. "You're too sweet. Your fa-" with that, Lilien quickly cuts her off and begins speaking. "Oh! Mary! Do you have any apple pie? I don't know what you do, but it tastes better when you make it." she says, giving Mary a smile and turning back to RJ. Wait. What the heck was this guys name? Oh yeah. Roberto. Wait no. Robert? Yeah.
"Yeah I have some dear. Freshly baked too. I'll go and get it." with that, Mary dissapeared into the kitchen and Lilien internally exhaled, glad that she got around the mention of her father. She barely even said father before she cut her off so it was fine.
RJ put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward. "How long have you been working here, then?" He asked, making eye contact again. His mouth was formed into the shadow of a smile. He appeared to be much more relaxed than he was earlier. Perhaps the tiredness from last night was catching up to him again. He yawned, covering his mouth with his fist.
"Sorry, could I get some coffee?" He asked. "Gotta get that caffeine rush." RJ flashed another charmingly dorky smile and sat up straight. He ran a hand through his hair, which was relatively well behaved, though still a bit on the crazy side. He attempted to make the best of the situation by rustling it a bit and parting it slightly. The effort was futile, his hair morphed right back to its original appearance, much to RJ's frustration.
"I've been working here for... about 5 years now." she says, her eyes widening at her own words. Time flew fast. "Yeah, sure." she says, going over to the coffee station and pouring him a nice and hot cup. "There." Lilian looked at his hair which he kept messing with for whatever reason. "What are you doing? Your hair looks fine." she says, handing a man nearby his order.
"Hm?" RJ focused on her. "Oh, thanks, but I let it dry while I slept so I think it dried funny..." His voice trailed off. "Not that I can do anything with it right now, but-" he cut himself off by drinking some coffee. "Long hair must be nice. You can do a lot with it to keep it out of the way." He remarked. "Did your parents let you dye it, or was it a spur of the moment kind of thing?" Again, trying to make his questions sound as casual as possible. Afterall, RJ was still on the clock, working his hardest to gage what kind of life Lilien was leading. Now that they were in this diner, RJ felt confident that he could get more out of her. She seemed to be more open and responsive to either the place or his new, calmer tone, and RJ knew it.
"Oh." she says, not really getting it since she doesn't touch her hair much. "Yeah. My hair's beautiful." she says before getting a man another thing of beer. "Well, my brother says so anyways." The mention of her parents didn't make her feel great bt it was what it was. "My brother said that it would look good if I dyed it this color. So I did."
"And your parents didn't get mad? I know my dad would have killed me if I dyed my hair." RJ smirked at the idea of himself with blonde, or maybe even green hair. "He's a great guy, but he's all about being genuine and.. I guess not dying hair. 'He's got two girls though, so I can't imagine what that's gonna be like for him." He laughed. "It wasn't a problem for me and my brother." His mouth smiled, but his eyes did not at the mention of his brother.
"Now, your brother," RJ began slowly, so as to not set her off, "You two seem to really get along." He smiled and took another sip of coffee. "Does he work too? Or is it just you and your mom working?"
"They didn't mind. They said it looked nice." Lies. That's a lie. Her father nearly killed her. Saying how it would mess up his image if both of his siblings went around with that obscene color. But she didn't care. Lilien's eyes automatically shot up, meeting his when he mentioned her brother but she cooled herself down, writing down orders. "He works as well." she says, looking back down.
"I didn't mean to pry." RJ said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I don't want you to think I'm one of those guys." His eyes were apologetic. RJ silently cursed himself. He was sure he'd just taken one step forward and two steps back in this small investigation. His hands rubbed the mug in his hands. "You seem busy now, I'll let you do your job." RJ smiled at Lilien warmly and took his phone out.
Lilien raised an eyebrow. "One of those guys? I hadn't assumed anything. So far, you're a 24 year old male that is frustrated at his hair and a classic social worker that has a job that requires you to ask questions." she sounded a bit irritated as she spoke. "Yes. I do hope you enjoy your meal, sir." she says, flashing him a fake and professional smile before walking off to take a man's order.
RJ watched her walk off. He turned back to his phone and texted his friend.
-'Hey, man. Can't pick you up. Having breakfast.'
Along with a hilariously unflattering selfie. His friend texted back,
-'I said I was calling in sick. I'm going to assume you're having fun on the job. Beautiful as always, RJ.'
RJ sighed, bored. He dug out a sketchbook and began to draw nothing in particular.
Mary came around with the apple pie and saw that Lilien was now off and about. She handed him a slice of pie along with a side serving of an apolagetic smile and said, "You should just give up hun."
"Yeah? I dunno, I thought I did pretty well." RJ smiled up at the kind old lady. "We only met, what," he checked his watch, "20 minutes ago?"
"Haha, it's her we're talking about. I've known her for so long yet I don't actually know anything about her. Besides, the game you're playing, it's a dangerous one. Just leave it alone, yeah?" her voice is soothing and sweet as she speaks to him.
"I wish I could, ma'am, but this is kinda my job. I'm concerned for her. People have been sending us tips about," RJ paused and leaned in, voice suddenly hushed, "supposed violence in her house. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" He asked, more politely than before. He, for the first time since walking in the diner, gave the imression of a real proper social worker.
Mary's eyes went wider as she listened to him. "O-oh... No I don't but she's fine. Look at her, she's an angel. A true angel. Her father's a nice guy as well. But... her brother is another case. However, he's probably sweet as well." she says. Mary truely knew nothing about any of this and it came as quite a shock to her.
RJ nodded and made a quick note in his sketchbook.
"She didn't mention her father..." he said to no one in particular. His eyebrows furrowed. He wrote down his work and cell numbers on a section of his sketchbook and tore it off. He folded it carefully and handed it to Mary. "Call me or text me if you notice any changes in her behavior or any bruising. It's for her own good. She probably won't want you to do anything, but, if you really want what's best for her, like I do, you'll keep me informed?" He smiled softly.
Mary soon regretted mentioning her father after she heard him say that he hadn't heard about him. "I- I really don't kno-" before Mary could even thing about responding, Lilien came in between them. "My, aren't you two friendly." she says, a sweet smile on her face. "Get out. You ate your food so get. Out.[/i]" her voice is cold and her eyes are dead. He needed to go. Now. Lilien turns to Mary and gives her a kind smile. "Mary, your husband says he wants to speak to you." With that, Mary goes off to her husband, waving goodbye slightly.
RJ sighed, closed his book, put it in his bag, and frowned deeply. "First," he stated, "I'm going to pay for this food, and then I am going to stay for a while and enjoy my coffee." He returned a sickeningly sweet smile beofre grabbing two tens from his wallet. "Keep whatever's left as change." RJ offered, putting his wallet back in his bag. He sipped his coffee again.
Lilien clicked her tongue and bite her bottom lip for a second. "...Bloddy hell. Fine. Do whatever the hell you want. But..." she murmers something under her breath, picking up an empty platter that was near him. She then went over to the people that knew her and raised an eyebrow. They knew what that meant. It meant that they better not say anything about her to him.
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:-:Location:-: Rosen- Lilien's apartment --> The Lovely Sunset Diner
NPC'S- Mary, the owner of the Lovely Sunset Diner - Calen, the motorcycle gang member
Lilien awoke with her brother near her on the ground. He had blood on him. She sighed and stood up, ruffling her unruly hair. She had on a pair of black shorts along with a tank top that was meant for men. Under it was a black sports bra due to the fact that it would expose some sideboob if she didn’t wear it.
She sniffed and scratched her leg which had a scar on it. Heading into the restroom and carefully applying foundation to the marks and bruises on her body. Lilien hummed as she did so, making sure not to allow anything to be seen.
“Good morning mother.” she whispered, kissing her mother’s forehead as she lay on the ground. Her mother blinked once before nodding and clutching Lilien’s hand, then releasing it. “I’ll make breakfast. You’d like some curried egg with spinach, wouldn’t you? You’ve been losing more weight mother…” her voice is quiet as she speaks into her mother’s ear.
“Mmm… I just ate last night dear. I-I ate an entire pie. And a bowl of salad.”
It doesn’t count as eating if you throw it all in the trash while you think i’m not watching. It doesn't count if you throw most of it up afterwards. It doesn’t count at all. “Alright. I’ll make you your breakfast.” giving her a faint smile before she walks into the kitchen.
Right as she walked into the kitchen, she felt something in her foot and looked down. “Oh. Shit.” she says with a monotone expression after realizing that she had stepped on a shard of glass. She doesn’t bother pulling it out and instead goes over to the sink and washes her hands, humming yet again. She got out three eggs and saw that there were no spinach. Dang it. She also needed to head out to work. “Mother, i’ll have to have you eat a simple thing of toast for today. I do apologize.” Lilien calls out to her loudly yet it sounds so soothing that you wouldn’t even be able to tell that she was yelling. There was no response from her mother. Everything was just silent.
Lilien went into her brothers room and got out a simple white T-Shirt that was a bit too big for her. It looked as if it was meant to be a dress on her. She took off the tank top and the horrendous scars underneath them showed. Lilien began humming as she placed a black sweater over the sports bra. She would keep the shorts on. Not that they were barely seeable to the eye after being covered by the top. She then grabbed her bag and just as she did, she heard the doorbell ring.
Her mother automatically ran into her tiny room and locked her door while her brother remained asleep. Lilien’s eyes unconsciously widened as she wondered who it could be. Her father isn’t home at these times so it could only be a salesperson or a loan shark. She grabs a knife and stuffs it in her back pocket before opening the door. Once she slowly opens it, she exhales subtly. This mans heart was purple. He hadn’t killed anyone before.
“Goodmorning.” she says, a kind smile now on her face. “Is there a problem?” Slowly closing the door and taking out her key to lock the door.
"Good morning, miss. Are your parents home?" RJ asked politely. He watched Lilien close the door. His eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head. "Unless, of course, you are the owner of this house?"
She began to walk as if she expected him to follow. "I live here with my brother and mother. My mother left at 6 am for work so I apologize for that." She stopped and turned around to face him. "I take care of practically everything in the house though. What do you need?"
RJ smiled, satasfied with the answer. He had glanced down at the knife in her pocket, but chose to ignore it seeing as he could probably get away if she pulled it on him. "I am from the local Social Working facillity and a few nights ago, we got a noise complaint from one of your neighbors. They seemed very concerned. May I ask what you and your family were up to on May 19th?"
Shit. One of those. Lilien covered her mouth and chuckled. "Oh my. I didn't think... I told them to turn it down." Lilien put a smile on her face. "My mother has a habit of watching horror movies on full blast on Saturdays. She just wouldn't turn it down. I'm sorry..." Lilien's voice is calm and apolagetic as she plays with her fingers.
RJ's smile disappeared. "Right. Of course, horror movies are such a classic excuse, you know..." He looked at the sky for a moment and sighed. "We have over ten 'noise complaints' on your house. I just want to to know that we have the resources to help you, whatever is going on." He raised his hand to place it on the smaller girl's shoulder. His eyes softened considerably. "Could I take a look around your house?"
Lilien's smile vanished as well and it was replaced with an expression of boredom and disgust. Fuck. This had happened before andthis excuse had worked. I guess they hired someone with a little more logic. This was why Lilien hated it when her father took his anger out on mother. It was usually Lilien but he just had to choose mother. Fuck. She smacked his hand off of her shoulder. "No. I need to get to work. You'll have to come another time." I don't need protecting from a coward. Last night I couldn't help mother because of the fact that my brother went frantic. I could have hurt him.
He didn't seem phased by her action. "That's fine," he said, digging through his bag and pulling out a notebook and a pen. He clicked the pen a few times and scribbled on the top corner of the page. RJ looked at the girl with an attentive expression. "Could you tell me where it is that you work and if your income is primarily supporting your family? I also need your mother's workplace, home number, cell number if you have it, and a time that would be best for me to contact you again." He didn't want to seem pushy, but yes he did. RJ decided that he wanted to protect this kid and her brother, if what she was saying was true and she did have a brother. He was not sure what to make of the parents, but he knew that the kids were worth potentially getting stabbed over.
Agh. Just as she was about to respond, her brother came out of the door with a black sweater, jeans, and red sneakers. He had obviously just woken up and his hair was a bit messy. No. God no. Vincent locked the door quickly and went over to her.
"Who the hell are you?" Vincent had a nasty look on his face as he went behind Lilien and practically pulled her back, grabbing her shoulders. "Sis, you shouldn't talk to creeps. You know that."
With that, Lilien rolled her eyes. "He's not a creep Vince. Just some guy from social services. What are you doing? Wait. Do you have work today? I thought you didn't work on Sunday's."
"No. I'm just going out to the store to go and get some food. We're out of alota of shit so I thought i'd go and get it so that you didn't have to." he sounded calmer than before now and loosened his grip on her. He had too much strength for his own good. That might leave a mark.
"Oh, alright. Thanks Vince. Anyways. You needed to know where I worked?" she looked back at the man that had asked a question. I work at about 8 different places but let's just tell him one. "I work at a diner. Lovely Sunset Diner, it's right by here. I can just ride a bus to the place and you probably saw it on your way here. My mom works at a new place. I forgot the name but i'll find out. But we get by just fine so you don't need to worry about that." Most of the income came from her since she actually did make a good amount of money. Hopefully this was enough.
"Considering the recent attacks, I think it would be better if I gave you two a ride to wherever you're going." RJ smiled brightly. He put his pen in his left hand and extended his right hand to Vincent.
"You must be the brother." He said, "My name is Robert Carr, from Social Works. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I take my job very seriously."
Vincent didn't like this idea but he also knew that the car was in the shop. He murmered something under his breath and nodded. "Fine. Sis. Go with him, alright?" He said it as if she had to do whatever he told her. But Lilien did listen to whatever he said. "Got it.. What about you?" she asks, looking up at him. "I've got to go and do something else before I go to the store so i'm alright." with that, he leans forward and kissed his sister's cheek, almost kissing her on the lips. Then, he whispers something into her ear that wouldn't be able to be heard by the Robert. "This thing's a human. He reeks. If he does anything, you know what to do. Just kill him." he says before giving her shoulders another light squeeze and off before the other man could say anything.
Lilien narrowed her eyes at him as he walked off. He never liked how he was fine with hurting other's yet broke when it came to father. Goddamn blood thirsty, sister complex imbecile. Lilien herself wasn't too fond of violence. At least, she liked to say so anyways. "You heard him. Let's go, yeah?"
"Yeah..." RJ paused to watch Vincent walk away. "Right this way." He bowed and gestured to his car in a dorkily chivalrous way. He then walked all the way to the Nissan and opened the passenger door before opening his own. He got in and patted the passenger seat, smiling at Lilien so that she wouldn't feel threatened.
Lilien follofollowed behind him obediently and as quietly as possible. His smile made her unconsciously take a small step backwards until she figured that he was just doing it to seem nice or whatever. Lilien got into the car and turned her head to look outside. She was hoping that he wouldn't ask any more questions. These types tended to overstep boundaries but he probably wouldn't.
RJ sighed. He was a bit disappointed that his new companion wasn't talking much. He started the car and turned the radio on to the popular music station. It was the safest bet he had.
"You can mess with the radio if you want." He offered and pulled away from the curb. "What was it, Lovely somethin' Diner? You're gonna have to give me directions." RJ's stomach growled. He had barely even touched his breakfast this morning before the call came and he rushed out the door. He blushed a little.
An awkward silence fell in the car and it drove RJ mad. He wanted so badly to ask questions, but he knew that, while this would be the perfect situation, it would probably not earn him the trust and respect that he needed from her to do his job correctly. He spoke up anyways.
"So, how is life here? You know, I've only been in town for a few months, so I haven't had the chance to do much. And with work and everything, man... my coworkers are really working me and my friend. They send us out to do all of the rough jobs. Last night, with the attack and everything, they had us working till three! Do you ever have to work super late?" He rambled.
Lilien didn't feel like having to listen about any of those Reaper killing terrorists. "Lovely Sunset Diner. It's on Lilac street and it's about 10 minutes from here. Just keep going straight." Lilien barely looked at him until she heard his stomach growl. Jesus. He wouldn't end up eating at the darn place, would he? Seeing him blush made her internally chuckle. Pft. How cute. This specific diner that she worked at was a place home to a bunch of dangerous gang members. A while back, they made it their hang out spot and they even took a liking to Lilien. Of course, not her brother since he's a dipshit to any guy that she talks to.
The question about how life was here made her smirk as she looked up at him. Had he not seen the shitty place she lived in? Or maybe he wasn't looking outside of the car enough to see more than 5 homeless people asking for some money. "It's just great." she says, not meaning to sound so rude and sarcastic. "Yea, the latest i've worked is probably 8 am." she responds. 2 am? Please.
"Damn," RJ muttered, "Straight savage." He smirked at his own usage of street slang, "Do you at least get over-time?" He glanced over to her. A young girl like that should not be working through the night like that, he thought. That was the reality of the job, he supposed, meeting kids and people who wouldn't get much further than where they were at the moment. He looked back out the windsheild. RJ's confidence kept her tone from getting to him.
"You can be yourself." He smiled softly, "It doesn't bother me. You forget what I do for a living." He laughed under his breath. "Some people try so hard to make their lives seem normal, but they also forget. Why do they think I'm there? Socializing? Hah." He joked, then realized that he sounded more like his dad than a 24 year old.
"Ah, i guess.. Sometimes." The late night work wasn't for the diner. The diner was owned by a sweet guy around 30 years old. They made sure to pay her and besides, they knew her father. The nice cop that went around town protecting them from bad guys.
The mention of being herself made a smirk form on her lips. At times like these, a lot of people would say stuff like "You don't know what i'm going through." or "You don't know anything." but she knew that she also knew nothing about him. "I wasn't trying to make my life seem normal." she says, looking back out the window. After that, she turned her head, finally actually looking at him. "How old do you even think I am? Just wondering."
Rj was stunned by the question. He slowed down and stopped at a red light. "I don't know." he admitted, "Young. Maybe older teens..." He looked at her, making eye contact. "I'm gonna guess in the 17-19 range..." He noticed that the light had turned green and accelerated again. "How close was I? Close?" He thought for a bit and then asked, "How old do you think I am?"
"19." she says, moving her eyes away from his gaze. Eye contact wasn't something that she was a fan of. "You?" with that, Lilien looks back at him but not at his face or anything like that. She looks straight at his chest and through to his heart. "24." she says as a matter of factly.
"Right!" RJ grinned stupidly, "Fantastic! God, I love reapers. So amazing." He looked back at her. "You're amazing, you know that?" He stated in a serious tone. RJ, at this point, had abandonned all civility and respect for personal boundaries. He smiled out the windshield.
His sudden outbursts caused Lilien to flinch as she looked over at him. Well, not everyone loves Reapers so dearly. His unexpected compliment made Lilien turn her head back outside of the window, her hair covering her face a bit more now. I swear to god. I will not get embarrassed by this shit. "That's the place right over there. You see it? Just turn left here." The Diner looked run down and it had more than 4 motercycles outside of it along with a few classic motercycle gang guys that were just hanging around the place. The cars looked actually pretty posh due to the fact that a new gang had been hanging around and they seemed to have some cash for nice cars.
The sign was barely even holding up, the u in Sunset not anywhere to be seen. It seemed like a shitty place but the inside was better than the outside. Not that you could see that from the outside with the black curtains covering the windows.
RJ did as he was directed, not entirely oblivious to the now straigned atmosphere in the car. He pulled in to a parking space at the far end of the parking lot. His clean white car looked enitrely out of place in the parking lot, but RJ had been in rougher parts of town and didn't feel nearly as phased by it as he should have.
As he took the keyes out of the ignition, he shifted to face Lilien. "Hey, do they serve pancakes here?" He smiled.
With this question, she brightened a bit. ""Yeah! Mary makes really good pancakes." she toned it down a bit, surprised that he even wanted to go inside. ""...You're going to eat here? I mean. It's alright but..." She opened the car door but still faced him.
"Well, yeah. It's only, what 8;45?" RJ said, opening his own car door. "I haven't had breakfast yet, and those pancakes seem promising anyways." He stepped out of the car and hit the 'lock' button inside the drivers door before closing it. RJ purposefully avoided the obvious 'but you're super white bread and these guys could seriously kill you,' statement that was inevitable. He started walking towards the diner. RJ nodded at the men who were standing outside.
"Beautiful day, Gentlemen." He called out, but didn't further engage. He hoped his comment would show that he isn't afraid of them and that he wasn't a threat to them.
Lilien chuckled. They weren't bad guys but they sure as hell looked terrifying. Upon opening the door, one of them called out to her. ""Oh, sweetcakes!" he yelled, coming over to her and giving her a smack on the butt. Lilien kissed his cheek and smacked his hand. "What'd I tell you about that? I'll tell your girlfriend. And she's a feisty one, ya know." Lilien has obviously brightened up a bit. Sweetcakes. That was the worst nickname ever.
""What's that you've brought? A boyfriend? Freshmeat?" he asks teasingly as he looks over at RJ. "You know I don't do boyfriends. But he's not freshmeat either you bloodthirsty idiot. You're acting like my brother." at this, the man looks back at Lilien. "Your brother? That guy with the major sister complex? Nah. He's just an idiot. Me, baby, i'm sweeter than him." He says confidently.
Lilien punches him pretty hard but gives him a playful smile. ""That's my brother you're talking about. Watch it. Remember what happened the last time you pissed him off? How's your arm, baby?" with that, the man that was named Calen put a hand to his heart and acted hurt. "Ouch sweetcakes. Ouch." He soon went on his way and Lilian said hello to a bunch of the other guys and gals that were hanging around. No one there didn't look like they hadn't killed anyone.
"They're idiots. They won't hurt you." Lilien then walks into the Diner and a sweet older lady that was 49 years old and had white hair smiled at her. "Hey darling. Get your uniform on and get to work. Business is booming this morning." she says kindly. "Morning Mary." Lilien goes over and kisses her on the cheek. "This guy wants some of your devine pancakes." Lilien loved this place if it wasn't obvious enough. She smiled and put on an apron.
"Looks better on the inside, does it not?" she asks him. The inside looked like a classic Diner that had been around for a while. They even had a jukebox in the corner that was playing Fooled around and fell in by Elvin Bishop. Lilien swayed to the music a bit as she gave him a glass of water with a professional smile.
RJ reached out to shake Mary's hand. "Good morning, ma'am. It's a beautiful day out." He gave a charming smile before looking back at Lilien. He had an expression of serenity on his face whenever he looked at troubled people in their comfort zones. It wasn't often, mind you, but RJ reveled in it. He liked watching Lilien enjoy herself in this place.
"It's beautiful." RJ exhaled. He had a soft spot for diners like this, the ones that reminded him of the old dives back in Washington. His dad always told him that diners are where friends and family can be found, and RJ believed it. It was in a diner like this that he went on his first date and where he had his first kiss. Not that it was different from anywhere else he went, but RJ felt comfortable. He did a 360 survey of the place before finding an empty stool at the counter.
"You seem more chipper now." RJ mentioned. "Does Mary treat you well?" His question seemed more casual than the questions from before, less of an interview and more like a passing remark. He sipped his water and looked up at Lilien with puppy-dog eyes.
It's a beautiful day out? She hadn't heard anyone say that in a while. Lilien slightly smiled when she heard him compliment the Diner. For some reason, a compliment to the diner made her feel better than getting a compliment meant for herself. Much better. His remark of her being more chipper didn't surprise her but she felt like she should tone it down. "Mary? Mary's lovely. She's like the mother for all of us." she says, her eyes nearly closed as she wipes down the counter.
Mary speaks up then. "You're too sweet. Your fa-" with that, Lilien quickly cuts her off and begins speaking. "Oh! Mary! Do you have any apple pie? I don't know what you do, but it tastes better when you make it." she says, giving Mary a smile and turning back to RJ. Wait. What the heck was this guys name? Oh yeah. Roberto. Wait no. Robert? Yeah.
"Yeah I have some dear. Freshly baked too. I'll go and get it." with that, Mary dissapeared into the kitchen and Lilien internally exhaled, glad that she got around the mention of her father. She barely even said father before she cut her off so it was fine.
RJ put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward. "How long have you been working here, then?" He asked, making eye contact again. His mouth was formed into the shadow of a smile. He appeared to be much more relaxed than he was earlier. Perhaps the tiredness from last night was catching up to him again. He yawned, covering his mouth with his fist.
"Sorry, could I get some coffee?" He asked. "Gotta get that caffeine rush." RJ flashed another charmingly dorky smile and sat up straight. He ran a hand through his hair, which was relatively well behaved, though still a bit on the crazy side. He attempted to make the best of the situation by rustling it a bit and parting it slightly. The effort was futile, his hair morphed right back to its original appearance, much to RJ's frustration.
"I've been working here for... about 5 years now." she says, her eyes widening at her own words. Time flew fast. "Yeah, sure." she says, going over to the coffee station and pouring him a nice and hot cup. "There." Lilian looked at his hair which he kept messing with for whatever reason. "What are you doing? Your hair looks fine." she says, handing a man nearby his order.
"Hm?" RJ focused on her. "Oh, thanks, but I let it dry while I slept so I think it dried funny..." His voice trailed off. "Not that I can do anything with it right now, but-" he cut himself off by drinking some coffee. "Long hair must be nice. You can do a lot with it to keep it out of the way." He remarked. "Did your parents let you dye it, or was it a spur of the moment kind of thing?" Again, trying to make his questions sound as casual as possible. Afterall, RJ was still on the clock, working his hardest to gage what kind of life Lilien was leading. Now that they were in this diner, RJ felt confident that he could get more out of her. She seemed to be more open and responsive to either the place or his new, calmer tone, and RJ knew it.
"Oh." she says, not really getting it since she doesn't touch her hair much. "Yeah. My hair's beautiful." she says before getting a man another thing of beer. "Well, my brother says so anyways." The mention of her parents didn't make her feel great bt it was what it was. "My brother said that it would look good if I dyed it this color. So I did."
"And your parents didn't get mad? I know my dad would have killed me if I dyed my hair." RJ smirked at the idea of himself with blonde, or maybe even green hair. "He's a great guy, but he's all about being genuine and.. I guess not dying hair. 'He's got two girls though, so I can't imagine what that's gonna be like for him." He laughed. "It wasn't a problem for me and my brother." His mouth smiled, but his eyes did not at the mention of his brother.
"Now, your brother," RJ began slowly, so as to not set her off, "You two seem to really get along." He smiled and took another sip of coffee. "Does he work too? Or is it just you and your mom working?"
"They didn't mind. They said it looked nice." Lies. That's a lie. Her father nearly killed her. Saying how it would mess up his image if both of his siblings went around with that obscene color. But she didn't care. Lilien's eyes automatically shot up, meeting his when he mentioned her brother but she cooled herself down, writing down orders. "He works as well." she says, looking back down.
"I didn't mean to pry." RJ said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I don't want you to think I'm one of those guys." His eyes were apologetic. RJ silently cursed himself. He was sure he'd just taken one step forward and two steps back in this small investigation. His hands rubbed the mug in his hands. "You seem busy now, I'll let you do your job." RJ smiled at Lilien warmly and took his phone out.
Lilien raised an eyebrow. "One of those guys? I hadn't assumed anything. So far, you're a 24 year old male that is frustrated at his hair and a classic social worker that has a job that requires you to ask questions." she sounded a bit irritated as she spoke. "Yes. I do hope you enjoy your meal, sir." she says, flashing him a fake and professional smile before walking off to take a man's order.
RJ watched her walk off. He turned back to his phone and texted his friend.
-'Hey, man. Can't pick you up. Having breakfast.'
Along with a hilariously unflattering selfie. His friend texted back,
-'I said I was calling in sick. I'm going to assume you're having fun on the job. Beautiful as always, RJ.'
RJ sighed, bored. He dug out a sketchbook and began to draw nothing in particular.
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Alvrentasia sighed a sigh that made it quite obvious that she was annoyed. "Look... You look pretty good and what are you, my age? If you're looking for my mom, go to her place. This isn't her one night stand hotel room anymore and you really don't look like her type. Don't you have chicks my age to be hitting on? I mean, honestly. She's 49 man. You could do better." Looking up at the guy, she didn't actually smile. Honestly, she didn't have time to be dealing with guys that were into cougars. And why the hell did he call her Al? Creep. She tapped her foot an continued to look at him. Something was off. This guy didn't really look like a stranger to her. There was this feeling of nostalgia that she couldn't put her finger on.
That was until she saw those dimples. "Wait a sec. Elias?? Whoa, you're huge now. You are Elias, right?" She continued to look at him from head to toe and lightly smiled. "God, you are! Get in here!! Oh my god how have you been?? What's it been? 8 years or something??" Alvrentasia walked into the house, expecting her to follow him. She picked up the plate of pancakes and handed it to him. "Want some pancakes? They're fresh and I know you like em."
That was until she saw those dimples. "Wait a sec. Elias?? Whoa, you're huge now. You are Elias, right?" She continued to look at him from head to toe and lightly smiled. "God, you are! Get in here!! Oh my god how have you been?? What's it been? 8 years or something??" Alvrentasia walked into the house, expecting her to follow him. She picked up the plate of pancakes and handed it to him. "Want some pancakes? They're fresh and I know you like em."
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The thing that stands out the most about her appearance is most likely her skin. It isn’t pale and it isn’t dark. Her skin looks nearly transparent to those around her. Like you could put your hand through her and nothing would happen.
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Basic Information
Name:
Livrelle Rienne Alendier
Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Dr. Miracle~ Any of her patients can call her this because of the fact that her result are, well, practically impossible. They aren't supposed to be that good.
The secret angel~ Due to the fact that she has her own little hospital in her apartment, people began to call her this. The people that went to her because they couldn't afford medical care or pay for the surgeries that they would have to go through.
Liv~ Just a nickname since her name is Livrenna and you can shorten it to Liv.
The secret angel~ Due to the fact that she has her own little hospital in her apartment, people began to call her this. The people that went to her because they couldn't afford medical care or pay for the surgeries that they would have to go through.
Liv~ Just a nickname since her name is Livrenna and you can shorten it to Liv.
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Height:
6ft
Weight:
126
Home District:
Greencrest Heights.
Appearance
Hair Color:
Dark Brown
Eye Color:
Light Blue
Ethnicity:
English and Brazilian
Physical Appearance:
With a very feminine face, Livrelle has always had a thing about her appearance that just made other people feel a bit anxious just by being around her. Her skin tone is pretty pale. She has light blue eyes are large and seem to dart around the room very often. She looks straight forward but when she stands still, her eyes cannot.
She has a model type body and could be considered too skinny. It looks as if she rarely ever eats. Standing at exactly 6 feet, she is taller than an average woman but she’s never considered herself too tall. Compared to a model’s body, she has a bit more muscle though. She is well toned and she has abs. Livrelle has always taken care of her body and made sure that she had enough strength to hold herself up during a fight and make sure that she didn’t get hurt. She stands up tall and straight all of the time. Slouching is something that she wouldn’t dare to do.
Her hair that is a dark brown has tousled light waves that are either down or in a tight ponytail in the back. Her face is extremely symmetrical and her bangs are mostly on the right side, framing her face on the sides. Livrelle has rosy lips that are smaller than average lips and that is something that she used to feel self conscious about but now she doesn't as much. She's found that her small lips are quite cute on the contrary.
She has a model type body and could be considered too skinny. It looks as if she rarely ever eats. Standing at exactly 6 feet, she is taller than an average woman but she’s never considered herself too tall. Compared to a model’s body, she has a bit more muscle though. She is well toned and she has abs. Livrelle has always taken care of her body and made sure that she had enough strength to hold herself up during a fight and make sure that she didn’t get hurt. She stands up tall and straight all of the time. Slouching is something that she wouldn’t dare to do.
Her hair that is a dark brown has tousled light waves that are either down or in a tight ponytail in the back. Her face is extremely symmetrical and her bangs are mostly on the right side, framing her face on the sides. Livrelle has rosy lips that are smaller than average lips and that is something that she used to feel self conscious about but now she doesn't as much. She's found that her small lips are quite cute on the contrary.
Attire:
Livrelle has a mature aura to her and that is shown in her fashion sense. There is nothing suggestive about her outfit. Her typical outfit almost always consists of at least a blazer to make her look more professional. Livrelle does not show her chest unless it is at a special even due to her parents influence that it made a better impression if she showed a little bit but not too much.On off work days, she will perhaps wear something more casual such as a lengthy skirt along with a blouse. She doesn't wear skirts that are too short because she has an image to uphold and it isn't one that says she is immature. With all of her outfits, she wears a beautiful pocket watch that has been passed down her mother's side of the family for a long time. She also always has on a pair of latex gloves if she can due to the fact that she's pretty much a germophobe.
Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:
Livrelle is a very nervous and rapid girl. She almost always feels the need to move and she cannot seem to calm herself down. This has always been so ever since she was young and she had expectations to live up to. This unsettling trait means that her words are faster during conversations and she trusts time more than anything. Time is money. That famous line was inputted into her at the age of 11. She never wastes time and she has a habit to overthink things in her daily life.
She has always been a good girl in her parents eyes. Livrelle listens to her parents and she never had a rebellious stage in their eyes. Never. However, that is far from the truth. Livrelle is easy to get violent when someone is pissing her off and she will lash out at violent idiots on the streets if she feels like it. Livrelle never got a good idea on what was acceptable when she was angry. Being a daughter from a rich family, she wasn’t used to getting in trouble for any of her actions. Especially when she didn’t do it in front of her parents. Her violent outbursts were kept on the downlow and she only ever hurt strangers. The gangs out on the street or the normal bullies that she wouldn’t feel guilty hurting. Of course, deep down she knew it was wrong but honestly she just didn’t care enough to stop.
Her patience is nearly nonexistent. Livrelle hates to have to wait for someone and tardiness is unacceptable. Slowing down isn’t something that she’s very good at but at home she can. Compromise she can only handle if it makes sense. Someone making a mistake in the workplace and resulting in a compromise will piss her off to a high level. Her anger, over the years, has become manageable but that just means like unlike how she was when she was younger, she doesn’t use violence as much.
Livrelle is a serious girl. Be stupid and say something sarcastic to her and almost 100 percent of the time she’ll respond that it either didn’t make sense or that she means what she says. She used to try and make jokes but gave up after a short time of people not understanding her dull humor. And that’s how a lot of people will see her. Dull. Not that she really is. Livrelle has always been anti social. Who wants to be friends with a girl that valued her studies over having fun any day and never really smiled in class?
She has never been really confident in her own abilities. No matter how good her grades were and how much the suck ups around her parents praised her. Nothing was ever enough. Nothing ever is enough for her. If her goal is to go to an IVY league college and she actually gets in, she’d be thinking about the other school that had a lower acceptance rate and wondering if she wouldn’t have been able to get into that school. Livrelle is a natural worrywart but a lot of the times, that just makes her better at her job and a better friend. She won’t leave a friend alone if they’re crying. She has always been a pretty good listener and somehow she was good at cheering her friends up. With that sense of humor that she doesn’t really have.
She’s quite the ballsy gal. Livrelle was a dare devil when she was younger mostly because she didn’t find a lot of things to be a big deal. However, she never did stealing. Most rich kids did but it never went through her head to do so because she already had everything that she needed. Livrelle longs for interesting things to happen around her.
As a girl that grew up safe and sound in a mansion, she doesn't actually know about bad people. She still has that mind set that everyone has something good about them and she just doesn't want anything to taint that. A delusional girl, she denies a lot of things that happens and would much rather forget something than regret it. In the end, Livrelle is only 25 and is still fairly innocent. She's sweet once you get to know her but it doesn't show too much during first impressions. Unless you're a patient.
She has always been a good girl in her parents eyes. Livrelle listens to her parents and she never had a rebellious stage in their eyes. Never. However, that is far from the truth. Livrelle is easy to get violent when someone is pissing her off and she will lash out at violent idiots on the streets if she feels like it. Livrelle never got a good idea on what was acceptable when she was angry. Being a daughter from a rich family, she wasn’t used to getting in trouble for any of her actions. Especially when she didn’t do it in front of her parents. Her violent outbursts were kept on the downlow and she only ever hurt strangers. The gangs out on the street or the normal bullies that she wouldn’t feel guilty hurting. Of course, deep down she knew it was wrong but honestly she just didn’t care enough to stop.
Her patience is nearly nonexistent. Livrelle hates to have to wait for someone and tardiness is unacceptable. Slowing down isn’t something that she’s very good at but at home she can. Compromise she can only handle if it makes sense. Someone making a mistake in the workplace and resulting in a compromise will piss her off to a high level. Her anger, over the years, has become manageable but that just means like unlike how she was when she was younger, she doesn’t use violence as much.
Livrelle is a serious girl. Be stupid and say something sarcastic to her and almost 100 percent of the time she’ll respond that it either didn’t make sense or that she means what she says. She used to try and make jokes but gave up after a short time of people not understanding her dull humor. And that’s how a lot of people will see her. Dull. Not that she really is. Livrelle has always been anti social. Who wants to be friends with a girl that valued her studies over having fun any day and never really smiled in class?
She has never been really confident in her own abilities. No matter how good her grades were and how much the suck ups around her parents praised her. Nothing was ever enough. Nothing ever is enough for her. If her goal is to go to an IVY league college and she actually gets in, she’d be thinking about the other school that had a lower acceptance rate and wondering if she wouldn’t have been able to get into that school. Livrelle is a natural worrywart but a lot of the times, that just makes her better at her job and a better friend. She won’t leave a friend alone if they’re crying. She has always been a pretty good listener and somehow she was good at cheering her friends up. With that sense of humor that she doesn’t really have.
She’s quite the ballsy gal. Livrelle was a dare devil when she was younger mostly because she didn’t find a lot of things to be a big deal. However, she never did stealing. Most rich kids did but it never went through her head to do so because she already had everything that she needed. Livrelle longs for interesting things to happen around her.
As a girl that grew up safe and sound in a mansion, she doesn't actually know about bad people. She still has that mind set that everyone has something good about them and she just doesn't want anything to taint that. A delusional girl, she denies a lot of things that happens and would much rather forget something than regret it. In the end, Livrelle is only 25 and is still fairly innocent. She's sweet once you get to know her but it doesn't show too much during first impressions. Unless you're a patient.
Hobbies/Interests:
As a straight A student growing up, Livrelle loved to read. She would read books about anything but mostly about new discoveries in the medical world. Her parents never knew but she loved art as well. Specifically painting. She would paint out her feelings on that day or paint what she had seen. Over the years, she hasn’t painted as much as she’d like to but she is starting to get back into it. Something that interests her is medecine. She had a short amount of time where she was a doctor and that taught her a bit.
Skills/Talents:
She knows how to speak 4 languages in total. English, Japanese, Spanish, and French. This is because of the fact that she can remember things extremely quickly. Brazilian jiu-jitsu is something that she began to get taught at age 10. Over the years, she received a red belt at the age of 19. Livrella is a beast when it comes to this martial art form.
What is the most important skill to her is her surgical skills. As mentioned before, she is extremely young for an orthopedic surgeon. However, even if she has her power to help her, it doesn’t change the fact that she is extremely good at what she does. Livrelle couldn’t get to where she was without hard work and a natural knack for what she does as a living.
What is the most important skill to her is her surgical skills. As mentioned before, she is extremely young for an orthopedic surgeon. However, even if she has her power to help her, it doesn’t change the fact that she is extremely good at what she does. Livrelle couldn’t get to where she was without hard work and a natural knack for what she does as a living.
Goals/Motivation
Survive, make money, help out, and save some people.
History/Bio:
She was born and raised in London, England. Her parents, Catriona and Benison Alendier are an extremely wealthy business couple. Their wealth comes from her mother’s family and their fortune received from the international trading company that they had owned. With that, she married her husband at the age of 19 and it was a arranged marriage. What an old marital union isn’t it? However, they didn’t mind. Rather than loving each other after they had gotten married, they found that they made good business partners and a few years after the marriage came Livrelle. She was not an accident at all. Her parents had been preparing for her before they even got the results telling her mother that she was pregnant.
Livrelle never really liked the way she could complain but she could never really complain either. The expectations for her were extremely high and her parents spoiled her to no end. They might as well have told her that she was either to become a successful lawyer or a doctor when she was just a baby because that was all they saw in her. However, becoming a doctor soon sparked an interest in her. But not a doctor. A surgeon. Livrelle’s mind worked fast ever since she was young so she obtained new knowledge very fast. At the age of 14 years old she already had a degree and a part time job.
During her childhood, she never really had any fun at all. The most fun she had was going to dinner parties with her parents and that was only fun because of how delusional she was into believing that it was. She was a classic nerd at school but she never got made fun of because her parents had a lot of influence around her home town. That was also the reason that people tended to avoid her whether it was for their own good of their parents wishes. Livrelle was used as a child though. If kids got close enough to her, she’d end up giving them things and that would be her so called friendship.
At the age of 18, she was already receiving her Doctorate degree at a college. Livrelle soon became a full on orthopedic surgeon afterwards. Probably the youngest orthopedic surgeon that a lot of people have met but with money and skill comes opportunities to do the impossible. She had already moved away from her home country at 24 due to the fact that she was tired of being held down by her parents. She wanted to get rid of all of the stress that was around her. Her surgeon job in her home country already had clients practically picked out for her when she first started. They were all famous or just straight up rich. Even if they needed help, it was like the others that weren’t as well off didn’t have the opportunity to get helped by her. And that was the reason that she moved.
When she moved, she already had a lot of money. However, she didn’t want to go back onto that path of only helping the privileged. So she got an apartment that wasn’t too bad and decided to work there. Livrelle has her own surgical room that can be used inside of her apartment and she often does work for free if they don’t have enough money. Full time, she works at SnowHill Hospital on the weekdays. Saturdays and Sundays she works on call rather than in the hospital. But Monday through Sunday, if you just need help and catch her near her home, she'll be there for you.
Livrelle never really liked the way she could complain but she could never really complain either. The expectations for her were extremely high and her parents spoiled her to no end. They might as well have told her that she was either to become a successful lawyer or a doctor when she was just a baby because that was all they saw in her. However, becoming a doctor soon sparked an interest in her. But not a doctor. A surgeon. Livrelle’s mind worked fast ever since she was young so she obtained new knowledge very fast. At the age of 14 years old she already had a degree and a part time job.
During her childhood, she never really had any fun at all. The most fun she had was going to dinner parties with her parents and that was only fun because of how delusional she was into believing that it was. She was a classic nerd at school but she never got made fun of because her parents had a lot of influence around her home town. That was also the reason that people tended to avoid her whether it was for their own good of their parents wishes. Livrelle was used as a child though. If kids got close enough to her, she’d end up giving them things and that would be her so called friendship.
At the age of 18, she was already receiving her Doctorate degree at a college. Livrelle soon became a full on orthopedic surgeon afterwards. Probably the youngest orthopedic surgeon that a lot of people have met but with money and skill comes opportunities to do the impossible. She had already moved away from her home country at 24 due to the fact that she was tired of being held down by her parents. She wanted to get rid of all of the stress that was around her. Her surgeon job in her home country already had clients practically picked out for her when she first started. They were all famous or just straight up rich. Even if they needed help, it was like the others that weren’t as well off didn’t have the opportunity to get helped by her. And that was the reason that she moved.
When she moved, she already had a lot of money. However, she didn’t want to go back onto that path of only helping the privileged. So she got an apartment that wasn’t too bad and decided to work there. Livrelle has her own surgical room that can be used inside of her apartment and she often does work for free if they don’t have enough money. Full time, she works at SnowHill Hospital on the weekdays. Saturdays and Sundays she works on call rather than in the hospital. But Monday through Sunday, if you just need help and catch her near her home, she'll be there for you.
Relationships
Family:
Catriona Alendier- Mother (Alive)
Benison Alendier- Father (Alive)
Benison Alendier- Father (Alive)
Dynamics: (Relations with other characters - You don't have to put relation with family here.)
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Abilities
Power Class:
Extra-Sensory
Power:
This ability is truly a unique one. The ability to see something that could have been or was before and match it up to that. Her power mostly helps during her surgery on children with musculoskeletal deformities. Not that it doesn't help with her other operations such as dislocations, fractures, strains, bone tumors, arthritis, etc. She has the ability to see into another timeline where they have a more normal appearance than the one that they were born with. With that, she can repair it into how it would have or was. Rather than trying to fix something, she tries to match how the musculoskeletal system appears in the other system.
Limits:
The alternate timelines do not prove useful in situations where the body systems is not involved. This isn't something where during the day she can just see how something could have been if someone didn't fall or get hit by a car. This power is practically useless if it is not inside of the operation and during the surgery.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
The limit of this power is that she it runs out of time after a while. If she isn't fast with the operations, she runs the risk of making the child worse than it originally was. And when time runs out, that's it. The patient even runs the risk of dying due to the fact that did it without completing it and it was never supposed to be in that timeline in the first place. This has only happened 2 times in her life and she still regrets it to this day. However, now she is more skilled than she was in the past and she has much more experience.
Seeing into another timeline isn't necessarily always a good thing. She can see some things that she would never have wanted to see that can have nothing to do with her. And this power does give her a slight headache if she loves into the alternate universe for far too long.
Seeing into another timeline isn't necessarily always a good thing. She can see some things that she would never have wanted to see that can have nothing to do with her. And this power does give her a slight headache if she loves into the alternate universe for far too long.
Other:
- Already noted but going to go ahead and put it down here too: Works at SnowHill Hospital (Located in Oakdell Harbor) as an Orthopedic surgeon and also has her own (unlicensed hospital inside of her apartment which she does operations on people that cannot afford to pay.
- Born with a severe case of congenital analgesia. Inability to feel physical pain.
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Livrelle Rienne Alendier
@Mr Allen J
Oakdell Harbor, Snowhill Hospital.
As she performed the operation, Livrelle looked closely at the other musculoskeletal system. She was already seeing into the alternate universe where this system looked how it was supposed to. Flawless. Something that the people around her could not see and it always worried them during an operation. They were left with thoughts of “What the heck is she doing?” and “Isn’t she supposed to not do that?”. However, Livrelle knew exactly what she was doing and the amount of time she had to do it.
“Atraumatic suction tube.” she says, holding out her right hand for someone to give her the tool that moment.
“Wh-what. Wouldn’t tha-”
Livrelle cuts her off and averts her eyes, looking at the woman that had just spoken. “Waste my time? That’s not OK. Not OK at all. Give me the suction tube now.” Her words left her mouth quickly and wasted no time in getting to the point.
With that, the woman hands her the tool and she continues on with the process. Every single time they would question her methods and every single time they were left with great results. Great? No no. Not great. Perfection. And this was just a spine surgery operation. Not that it was any less important but it was far easier to do than the other operations that she was subjected to.
Oakdell Harbor, White Coast.
Livrelle had finished faster than usual and the spine was back to how it originally was before. Perfection. She just loved it. Throwing away the gloves which were covered in blood, she sighed. A slight headache arose as she took off her mask. Soon enough she had on a new pair of latex gloves on and her assistant came around.
“Ms. Alendier. The results were fantastic as always. Th-they're not even possible. It's as if nothing was ever wrong.” said the timid woman said with a smile.
“What? Of course they were. They always are.” her expression didn't change as she looks over at her assistant from the corner of her eye and continues walking. Alison smiles in agreement and doesn't say another word.
“I’m off for the rest of the day. Have Mr. Klark’s diagnostic tests by tomorrow. Please. Thank you.” her words are spaced out, as if she wasn’t used to using them at all. She knew of manners but she just always forgot to say them right away. With that, she went right past the woman with a slight nod as thanks.
Walking out of the building, she had on a lengthy gray trench coat that went past her upper body and nearly past her knees but not quite there. If you were to look at the meaningless details of the trench coat you could tell that it was in fact meant for men. The garments buttoned left over right instead of reverse or the fact that while women button theirs right over left or the fact that the left flap goes under the buttoned storm patch allowing the water should slide from the man’s right shoulder. However, pointless details are fruitless and have no reason to be addressed.
Her parents would have said differently with their “A lady must appear poise and proper. Not too proper though. Just enough innocence to have them wanting you but not so that they’ll be afraid of tainting you.” Half of the time she had no idea what she was talking about when she mentioned these things and the other half she just didn’t want to understand.
Beneath the trench coat was a simple black top that was just up to her elbows. The streets always seemed to be less busy when she just got out of an operation. Why must they always question my methods? 9 seconds. I wasted 9 seconds speaking to that woman about how I was capable to do my job properly. She’s an amateur. A simple woman that doesn’t understand how my powers work so I mustn’t get angry. Walking in her raven black pants and in a pair of black Oxfords, her expression was irritated and bored at the same time.
Livrelle took out a cigarette and quickly a lighter followed. She light the cigarette before taking a nice long drag with her eyes nearly closed. It was becoming peaceful. The streets around her were tranquil for the time being and nothing mattered. She looked up at the sky as she walked down the street. Those moments when nothing around you mattered only lasted for 3 seconds tops. Looking back down and realizing that she was still in a shit town no matter how pretty the sky looked at 2 pm in the afternoon. The litter around her and the idiots as well.
Livrelle stepped out of the alleyway and took another drag before she lifted an eyebrow and looked at the hybrid which had many features that stood out. It was really a sight to behold. She had heard of hybrids but she never actually got to see one up close like this. The exoskeleton around the female was something that she found amazing, even the antennas. Livrelle then took a look at the men around her that had a insignia that would raise alarm.
“Bloody fuckin hell.” she murmured as she stepped in front of the hybrid and tilted her neck, her bangs moving to the side as she popped her neck. She was bored either way and if they were human, she'd have to try and take them. If they were meta's well, she was screwed. “So. What’s the problem here you fuckers. Doesn’t seem like she’s doing anything wrong.”
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"I love the stars.
Hopefully they only watch me at night."
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"Did you see what I saw in my dreams?"}
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I am what you would call
a
Realistic
Dreamer
and
Romantic
What does that mean?
Simple.
I've always loved to dream. But I had already decided that my dreams wouldn't become reality. It didn't matter how many people told me
"You can be anything you want in life."
Because looking at reality, that wasn't how it worked in my eyes. You could become an artist and being an artist is a wonderful thing. Especially if you can make a living off of that.
However,
Money is extremely important in my eyes. So, since I was young, my interests in jobs were almost completely based on
The amount of Income that I could receive from it.
That isn't a bad thing. It isn't at all. But it isn't so great when you apply that to real life. When you get traumatized over simple things and stress over trivial matters. When you bury yourself in something and you aren't even sure
If you enjoy it at all.
When nearly everything you do is based on what you think your parents want and when you attempt to live up to your parents expectations but and then wonder.
"Do they even have any expectations from someone like me?"
The realistic romantic comes from the fact that I have always loved romantic movies. Especially if they have comedy included in them.
However,
I have never once thought that I deserved such a romance. Nor have I believed that they were real. Fantasies? Perhaps.
Romance. Love. Lust. All of it. Is it not overrated? Perhaps that is just be overthinking things once again.
To overthink: think about (something) too much or for too long.
This is something that I do far too much in my life. Another thing that I do is
Be a hypocrite.
Criticism? That might as well be my middle name. As much as I wanted to act like an innocent or perhaps kind being, I knew that I was a hypocrite,
insensitive,
and.
That's where i'll end this. Maybe i'll add more late or maybe I won't.
As it says as the title of the hider, this is all pointless facts and I feel bad for you if you actually read all of that. I bid
you a good day or night.
"Au Revoir"
Hopefully they only watch me at night."
╔═.♥.═════════════════════════════╗
"Did you see what I saw in my dreams?"}
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════.♥.═╝
I am what you would call
a
Realistic
Dreamer
and
Romantic
What does that mean?
Simple.
I've always loved to dream. But I had already decided that my dreams wouldn't become reality. It didn't matter how many people told me
"You can be anything you want in life."
Because looking at reality, that wasn't how it worked in my eyes. You could become an artist and being an artist is a wonderful thing. Especially if you can make a living off of that.
However,
Money is extremely important in my eyes. So, since I was young, my interests in jobs were almost completely based on
The amount of Income that I could receive from it.
That isn't a bad thing. It isn't at all. But it isn't so great when you apply that to real life. When you get traumatized over simple things and stress over trivial matters. When you bury yourself in something and you aren't even sure
If you enjoy it at all.
When nearly everything you do is based on what you think your parents want and when you attempt to live up to your parents expectations but and then wonder.
"Do they even have any expectations from someone like me?"
The realistic romantic comes from the fact that I have always loved romantic movies. Especially if they have comedy included in them.
However,
I have never once thought that I deserved such a romance. Nor have I believed that they were real. Fantasies? Perhaps.
Romance. Love. Lust. All of it. Is it not overrated? Perhaps that is just be overthinking things once again.
To overthink: think about (something) too much or for too long.
This is something that I do far too much in my life. Another thing that I do is
Be a hypocrite.
Criticism? That might as well be my middle name. As much as I wanted to act like an innocent or perhaps kind being, I knew that I was a hypocrite,
insensitive,
and.
That's where i'll end this. Maybe i'll add more late or maybe I won't.
As it says as the title of the hider, this is all pointless facts and I feel bad for you if you actually read all of that. I bid
you a good day or night.
"Au Revoir"
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Alivrientel Xiel Granten
"I will never call myself a good person nor will I sacrifice myself for another being. I understand my priorities far too well dear."
| NICKNAME |
Some people have nicknames, some don't.
| AGE |
28
| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |
Give us a paragraph or two of what your character looks like, how they dress et cetra. Give us a good picture of what they look like, the more detail the better. A picture can be used to supplement the description but the description should be able to stand on its own without the picture if you catch my gist.
| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |
Have you ever met someone that you had to stop and wonder
"What does this person care about? Does she love?"
That would be Alivrientel. A woman that can appear so kind but for whatever reason doesn't seem like she actually cares about anything.
"What does this person care about? Does she love?"
That would be Alivrientel. A woman that can appear so kind but for whatever reason doesn't seem like she actually cares about anything.
| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |
Either a couple of paragraphs or a whole analytical essay. Remember quality over quantity. Kiddos.
| CHARACTER MOTIVATION |
Everybody has a goal from getting the girl, to getting vengeance, to saving the day. What motivates your character?
| SKILLS |
Everybody is good at something and it is those skills that may just mean life and death on the long road ahead
| EQUIPMENT |
What do they carry on their persons?
| OTHER |
If anything else suits your fancy
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"The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or even touched - They must be felt with the heart." -Helen Keller
Personal Information
Name:
Birdie Serein Applesgale
Nickname:
N/A
Birth Date:
December 18, 1997
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
The daughter of Aphrodite is but of course a natural beauty. Her oval shaped head that also has light pink lips. Her lips are medium sized and dimples are seen whenever she smiles brightly. Birdie's eyes can appear a grayish blue at times and a brighter, ocean blue at other times. Her eyes twinkle like stars. She has dark brown hair that has a few darker streaks. Her hair has naturally beachy waves that she doesn't really like to apply heat to since it's unhealthy and makes her hair feel damaged afterwards. Her height is 5'7 and is just above average. She doesn't apply much makeup besides a little eye makeup and lipgloss. Not that she really needs it. Also, on the back of her neck is a Jonquil flower.
Clothing Style:
Delving Deeper
Quirks/Oddities/Habits
At least five
Likes:
At least five
- Sweets
- The violin
- Reading
- The idea of feeling pain
- Music
Dislikes:
At least five
Fears:
At least three
- Her brother never forgiving her
- Dark rooms
- Love
Personality:
♦ Blunt ♦ Kind at heart ♦ Dreamer ♦ Scared
What would you expect the daughter of a goddess such as Aphrodite to be like? The goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation. Would you expect a flirty nature and undeniable charm? An urge for romance as she searches for love? Beauty which she flaunts for all to see? A kind and giving heart as she walks with elegance? Flirty, no but she does indeed have charm.
Birdie can come off as a person that doesn't want to get to know you. She is a sweetheart but she's a sweet heart that has a hard time with people. Birdie has an enormous wall around her that is thick and tall. Her relationship with trust is thin and merely there. Upon meeting someone, she will not speak much. It's that second meeting that means something. Her first meetings usually go fine but she just doesn't know what to expect of those around her. She doesn't know who is putting up a farce and who is actually being genuine.
Birdie, a girl that can seem rather haughty but that isn't quite true. She actually has rather low self confidence on the inside. Birdie has always known that the confident and prideful like to feed on the weak. She knows that she does not like to be stuck up but she will put up a farce in order to not have to deal with certain things.
She has always been one to be straightforward. If she thinks of someone as a friend, they'll know to the point of twisting that affection and thinking of it as love. When it comes to love, besides her power, she has no idea about her own. However, Birdie is a romantic. She loves those romantic stories but she knows that they aren't real and she will never expect it to happen to her.
Background:
Little miss Birdie. Little miss Birdie's father was just a plain man that happened to have extremely good looks and was good at wooing ladies. Something he was not, however, was well off financially and mentally. Her father and Aphrodite had met by chance one day at a nice restaurant. Her father had just finished off a date and he encountered a beauty that looked like a goddess and evidently, was one. He automatically fell for her. His deep affection started with a little bit of stalking. Just to get some information before he finally went for it and asked her out. He had on his only expensive outfit and a bouquet of roses. Aphrodite said yes, of course, as vulnerable to such a gesture. And later they had Birdie. But not before Aphrodite found out the truth. That the man she had slept with was a poor, unfortunate soul. He had no money and there was no way that she would be taking care of a child that was from a bad upbringing. Even though her father spent some of the only money he had left on her, it was no good. One day, she was just gone. Poof.
With Aphrodite gone, her father was left with Birdie. A name he had given her 1 month after she was gone. He had seen a Great Spotted Woodpecker outside when he was walking in a forest in his home in Europe. Have you ever seen a Great Spotted Woodpecker? It's so simple yet so beautiful. 3 different colors that all meant something very specific to him. Red, a representation of burning passion. Desire. Love. Black, a color that supposedly associates with fear and the unknown. Because what does mankind fear more than the unknown? And white. White is so simple. A sheet of paper can represent purity. It can represent a successful beginning. That was why he named her Birdie and 10 years later, he put a collar around her neck that said so before leaving her in front of an orphanage in the rain at 10 years old.
At 10 years old, Birdie was a girl that rarely ever showed any expression on her face. A smile was never there and her eyes seemed lifeless. Her father had somewhat taken care of her for 10 whole years. Of course, he was filled with a small amount of love for her and her doll like face didn't help that it reminded him of her mother. Birdie's father would often come home drunk and at times he would get violent. Nothing too bad but just enough. However, Birdie had realized something. No matter the pain, she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel it even if it left a mark and that scared her, usually causing her to cry from that rather than from pain. She would later find out that she had a case of congenital analgesia. This scared her because as a child, her heart was practically empty. She help little to no love for her father and her mother was just a whore she had heard stories about. She didn't feel sad about her situation but she didn't feel happy either. She just felt... unlucky.
The orphanage was a decent place. The mothers there were about as kind as they could be and the kids weren't of importance to her. She just stayed away from them for the most part. When she was 12 years old, she was adopted by an old couple that were both in their 60's and 70's. Sweet people they were and on the verge of death as well. The couple had longed for children for as long as they could remember. They already had one child that was 14 when she came into the family. A conceited and annoying teenager that wasn't a fan of Birdie at first. They had a young child of 10 years of age but he died from cancer 3 years before they adopted Birdie. So there she was with a new brother and a new set of parents.
Birdie had finally found that something that she was missing. That void in her heart had been filled. Her parents were very well off. They were even considered filthy rich by the size of their home. She took care of them as much as she could and they did the same. Her brother, Allen, wasn't easy to deal with. As they got older, he got even more irritating. A pervert and a brat is what he was. One night he had sneaked into her room when she was 13 and he was 15. What he attempted to do, she'll never know but she hit him as hard as she could, knocking him over and causing him to hit the size of the bed. He was in a coma for a little over 2 months. Birdie felt nothing but guilt and shame. She couldn't feel pain so she would never know how it felt when she hit him. After that, her brother held a grudge against her.
Birdie felt immense guilt and shame. She always felt like her parents wouldn't love her as much even though they said that they had forgiven her. She just couldn't feel right and always wanted to make up for it. So, she got straight A's throughout school, began to learn the violin, and joined a self defense class since her parents felt that she needed to be able to protect herself without killing anyone. Birdie had all this strength that she was practically afraid to use. And she had something else that she didn't have any idea she had.
As Aphrodite's daughter, she obviously had powers. Powers that she didn't know she had. It was at 16 in high school when she met a guy. This guy was like her biological father. He didn't know of limits. He constantly came to pursue her and Birdie was frustrated. At one point, she accidentally used her charm-speak to tell him to go and die. This wouldn't have worked if he wasn't in love with her but he was. The next day, he was found dead in his bedroom and holding a gun. That was when Aphrodite came into her life.
Aphrodite knew that she needed help. She told her that she was to go to Olympus Academy but Birdie refused, saying that she wanted nothing to do with her. However, after Aphrodite had explained, she then decided that she had to listen. She needed to figure out how to use these powers. So far, she has had a pretty good school life.
Extra:
Hades hands down~
Godly Information
Godly Parent:
Relationship With Godly Parent:
Birdie and Aphrodite don't have the best mother-daughter relationship. With Birdie thinking of Aphrodite as a bitchy slut and Aphrodite adoring her daughter for her beauty but not enough. Aphrodite still feels as though she is the child of a failure and those genes may be inside of her. It doesn't really matter to Birdie though. She just wants to not become a whore like her mother and to instead learn to just control her powers.
Godly Abilities:
Charmspeaking~
Charmspeak is a type of hypnotism or persuasion in which it allows the speaker to convince someone else to do or get whatever they want. The strength of the command depends on the tone and the emotion of the charmspeaker's voice, as well as their skill with it. Eventually, charm speak wears off and the person has no recollection of why they did what they were commanded to do.
:-:Limits:-: Only works if they do not hate her or actually know her. If they are in love with her, it works even better. She can only use it successfully if she has an extremely strong desire to do so.
:-:Limits:-: Only works if they do not hate her or actually know her. If they are in love with her, it works even better. She can only use it successfully if she has an extremely strong desire to do so.
Amokinesis~
Amokinesis is the ability to control the emotion of love or desire.
:-:Limits:-:
:-:Limits:-:
Love?~
This power gives her the ability to tell whenever one is in love. It gives the person a light pink glow and heat radiates from them.
:-:Limits:-: It will not allow her to know who.
:-:Limits:-: It will not allow her to know who.
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"I believe in a pure love. The love in those romantic movies. But those aren't real so I don't know what to believe about love."
Personal Information
Name:
Birdie Serein Applesgale
Nickname:
Serein or Apple (if you want her to hate you) Bird is something else that gets you on her hate list but not too much. She isn't really a fan of her own name though.
Birth Date:
December 18, 1997
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
The daughter of Aphrodite is but of course a natural beauty. Her oval shaped head that also has light pink lips. Her lips are medium sized and dimples are seen whenever she smiles brightly. Birdie's eyes can appear a grayish blue at times and a brighter, ocean blue at other times. On rare occasions, they look purple. Her eyes twinkle like stars. She has dark brown hair that has a few darker streaks. Her hair has naturally beachy waves that she doesn't really like to apply heat to since it's unhealthy and makes her hair feel damaged afterwards. Her height is 5'7 and is just above average. A slender body but she does have muscle. She doesn't apply much makeup besides a little eye makeup and lip gloss. Not that she really needs it. Also, on the back of her neck is a Jonquil flower.
Clothing Style:
Birdie usually wears strictly black and white. Boring yes but oh well. On occasion she does wear silver or gold though. Birdie loves proper clothes. She will not wear anything that is pink due to the fact that she heard they were colors that represent Aphrodite. Due to her genes, however, she is a fashionista. It isn't even on purpose but when you're the daughter of Aphrodite, you cannot handle a bad coordinate. Her outfits are practically always on point.
Delving Deeper
Quirks/Oddities/Habits
At least five
- Saying the names of stars in alphabetical order when she is nerous or scared
- Practically anerexic. Birdie cannot eat a lot of food
- Biting her bottom lip when she is bored or nervous
- Timing a lot of things
- Smoking only when she's pissed or extremely bored -- Trying to quit
- Rambling when she is trying to get along with someone
- Combing her hair with her fingers when she is bored or frustrated
Likes:
At least five
- Flowers
- Stars + constellations
- Sweets
- The violin
- Time
- Alcohol
- Reading
- Cute things
- The idea of feeling pain
- Music
Dislikes:
At least five
- Sour candy
- Her name
- Oranges
- Having to explain simple things
- Her powers
- Aphrodite
- Violence
Fears:
At least three
- Her brother never forgiving her
- Dark rooms
- Love
Personality:
♦ Blunt ♦ Kind at heart ♦ Dreamer ♦ Scared
What would you expect the daughter of a goddess such as Aphrodite to be like? The goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation. Would you expect a flirty nature and undeniable charm? An urge for romance as she searches for love? Beauty which she flaunts for all to see? A kind and giving heart as she walks with elegance? Flirty, no but she does indeed have charm.
Birdie can come off as a person that doesn't want to get to know you. Proper and organized is what she is. She is a sweetheart but she's a sweet heart that has a hard time with people. Birdie has an enormous wall around her that is thick and tall. Her relationship with trust is thin and merely there. Upon meeting someone, she will not speak much. It's that second meeting that means something. Her first meetings usually go fine but she just doesn't know what to expect of those around her. She doesn't know who is putting up a farce and who is actually being genuine. She can be pretty rude though. However, she just loves innocent people. At least, seemingly innocent people.
Birdie, a girl that can seem rather haughty but that isn't quite true. She actually has rather low self confidence on the inside. Birdie has always known that the confident and prideful like to feed on the weak. She knows that she does not like to be stuck up but she will put up a farce in order to not have to deal with certain things. When you get to know her, you would be surprised at some of the things that come out of her mouth. At times they can be cruel but at other times they can be extremely sweet.
She has always been one to be straightforward. If she thinks of someone as a friend, they'll know to the point of twisting that affection and thinking of it as romantic love. She will be loyal to them and help them in their time in need. Keep in mind though that she is blunt and she usually won't sugarcoat things. When it comes to love, besides her power, she has no idea about her own. However, Birdie is a romantic. She loves those romantic stories but she knows that they aren't real and she will never expect it to happen to her. 2 things that she has always been interested in are stars and flowers. She knows pretty much every star name, constellation, and flower out there. Ever since she was young she was obsessed with them.
Smart. That's for sure. But it'd have to be science she had the upper hand in. But she wasn't a fan in school so she stuck with being a violin prodigy.
Birdie, if you haven't noticed, likes to do what she wants. She isn't a "bad girl" rebel or anything but she won't be following any crowds and don't worry about peer pressure. Birdie just wants to do as she does and drift through life.
Background:
Little miss Birdie. Little miss Birdie's father was just a plain man that happened to have extremely good looks and was good at wooing ladies. Something he was not, however, was well off financially and mentally. Her father and Aphrodite had met by chance one day at a nice restaurant. Her father had just finished off a date and he encountered a beauty that looked like a goddess and evidently, was one. He automatically fell for her. His deep affection started with a little bit of stalking. Just to get some information before he finally went for it and asked her out. He had on his only expensive outfit and a bouquet of roses. Aphrodite said yes, of course, as vulnerable to such a gesture. And later they had Birdie. But not before Aphrodite found out the truth. That the man she had slept with was a poor, unfortunate soul. He had no money and there was no way that she would be taking care of a child that was from a bad upbringing. Even though her father spent some of the only money he had left on her, it was no good. One day, she was just gone. Poof.
With Aphrodite gone, her father was left with Birdie. A name he had given her 1 month after she was gone. He had seen a Great Spotted Woodpecker outside when he was walking in a forest in his home in Europe. Have you ever seen a Great Spotted Woodpecker? It's so simple yet so beautiful. 3 different colors that all meant something very specific to him. Red, a representation of burning passion. Desire. Love. Black, a color that supposedly associates with fear and the unknown. Because what does mankind fear more than the unknown? And white. White is so simple. A sheet of paper can represent purity. It can represent a successful beginning. That was why he named her Birdie and 10 years later, he put a collar around her neck that said so before leaving her in front of an orphanage in the rain at 10 years old.
At 10 years old, Birdie was a girl that rarely ever showed any expression on her face. A smile was never there and her eyes seemed lifeless. Her father had somewhat taken care of her for 10 whole years. Of course, he was filled with a small amount of love for her and her doll like face didn't help that it reminded him of her mother. Birdie's father would often come home drunk and at times he would get violent. Nothing too bad but just enough. However, Birdie had realized something. No matter the pain, she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel it even if it left a mark and that scared her, usually causing her to cry from that rather than from pain. She would later find out that she had a case of congenital analgesia. This scared her because as a child, her heart was practically empty. She help little to no love for her father and her mother was just a whore she had heard stories about. She didn't feel sad about her situation but she didn't feel happy either. She just felt... unlucky.
The orphanage was a decent place. The mothers there were about as kind as they could be and the kids weren't of importance to her. She just stayed away from them for the most part. When she was 12 years old, she was adopted by an old couple that were both in their 60's and 70's. Sweet people they were and on the verge of death as well. The couple had longed for children for as long as they could remember. They already had one child that was 14 when she came into the family. A conceited and annoying teenager that wasn't a fan of Birdie at first. They had a young child of 10 years of age but he died from cancer 3 years before they adopted Birdie. So there she was with a new brother and a new set of parents.
Birdie had finally found that something that she was missing. That void in her heart had been filled. Her parents were very well off. They were even considered filthy rich by the size of their home. She took care of them as much as she could and they did the same. Her brother, Allen, wasn't easy to deal with. As they got older, he got even more irritating. A pervert and a brat is what he was. One night he had sneaked into her room when she was 13 and he was 15. What he attempted to do, she'll never know but she hit him as hard as she could, knocking him over and causing him to hit the size of the bed. He was in a coma for a little over 2 months. Birdie felt nothing but guilt and shame. She couldn't feel pain so she would never know how it felt when she hit him. After that, her brother held a grudge against her.
Birdie felt immense guilt and shame. She always felt like her parents wouldn't love her as much even though they said that they had forgiven her. She just couldn't feel right and always wanted to make up for it. So, she got straight A's throughout school, began to learn the violin, and joined a self defense class since her parents felt that she needed to be able to protect herself without killing anyone. Birdie had all this strength that she was practically afraid to use. And she had something else that she didn't have any idea she had.
As Aphrodite's daughter, she obviously had powers. Powers that she didn't know she had. It was at 16 in high school when she met a guy. This guy was like her biological father. He didn't know of limits. He constantly came to pursue her and Birdie was frustrated. At one point, she accidentally used her charm-speak to tell him to go and die. This wouldn't have worked if he wasn't in love with her but he was. The next day, he was found dead in his bedroom and holding a gun. That was when Aphrodite came into her life.
Aphrodite knew that she needed help. She told her that she was to go to Olympus Academy but Birdie refused, saying that she wanted nothing to do with her. However, after Aphrodite had explained, she then decided that she had to listen. She needed to figure out how to use these powers. So far, she has had a pretty good school life.
Extra:
Hades hands down~
Godly Information
Godly Parent:
Aphrodite
Relationship With Godly Parent:
Birdie and Aphrodite don't have the best mother-daughter relationship. With Birdie thinking of Aphrodite as a bitchy slut and Aphrodite adoring her daughter for her beauty but not enough. Aphrodite still feels as though she is the child of a failure and those genes may be inside of her. It doesn't really matter to Birdie though. She just wants to not become a whore like her mother and to instead learn to just control her powers.
Godly Abilities:
Charmspeaking~
Charmspeak is a type of hypnotism or persuasion in which it allows the speaker to convince someone else to do or get whatever they want. The strength of the command depends on the tone and the emotion of the charmspeaker's voice, as well as their skill with it. Eventually, charm speak wears off and the person has no recollection of why they did what they were commanded to do.
:-:Limits:-: Only works if they do not hate her or actually know her. If they are in love with her, it works even better. She can only use it successfully if she has an extremely strong desire to do so.
:-:Limits:-: Only works if they do not hate her or actually know her. If they are in love with her, it works even better. She can only use it successfully if she has an extremely strong desire to do so.
Amokinesis~
Amokinesis is the ability to control the emotion of love or desire.
:-:Limits:-:
:-:Limits:-:
Love?~
This power gives her the ability to tell whenever one is in love. It gives the person a light pink glow and heat radiates from them.
:-:Limits:-: It will not allow her to know who.
:-:Limits:-: It will not allow her to know who.
Birdie Applesgale
{"I look at a lot of people. It doesn't mean I want to get to know them."}
| ☠ Enemy || ☯ Neutral || ★ Friend || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ⚜ Acquaintances |
| CECILY . MERRICK {Symbol} |
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| ZACHARIAH . ROTHSCHILD {Symbol} |
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| ZACHARIAH . ROTHSCHILD {Symbol} |
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| MARECELLA . BONAPARTE {Symbol} |
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| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| RHEA . PSOMAS {★} |
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| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| AVERY . STRANTTON {Symbol} |
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| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| BRIANNA . CAVERLY {★} |
"She seems to be pretty fond of me.All in all a sweet girl."
She'll never know why but Brianna is pretty fond of Birdie. The relationship was built off how persistent she was but oh well. Birdie finds her nice to be around, even if Brianna does most of the talking.
| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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"She seems to be pretty fond of me.All in all a sweet girl."
She'll never know why but Brianna is pretty fond of Birdie. The relationship was built off how persistent she was but oh well. Birdie finds her nice to be around, even if Brianna does most of the talking.
| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| HARADA . DANA {☯} |
"Let me just say one thing. Dana. Is. Hot."
Birdie loves her looks. She's a polite girl so she doesn't have an issue with her. Either way, she'd totally try to become friends with her.
| JONAS . HIGHWIND {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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"Let me just say one thing. Dana. Is. Hot."
Birdie loves her looks. She's a polite girl so she doesn't have an issue with her. Either way, she'd totally try to become friends with her.
| JONAS . HIGHWIND {Symbol} |
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| JOHNATHAN . O'CONNOR {♫} |
"God do I love Webster. He is cute as all hell. Especially when he speaks about his crush. He is my babe~"
Birdie just adores Webster. He's a rare sweetheart. They met a while back since they were in the same class and they really hit if off. Nowadays he confines in her about his crush on Mariana and her bluntness usually helps him out. And the fact that she is Aphrodite's daughter. But either way, she totally teases him a lot about his crush. She finds him adorable and really trusts him. Well, the most she can trust a friend anyways.
| REBEKAH . CROSS {☯} |
"Seems good I guess."
Haven't spoken much and Birdie doesn't have any specific interest in her so they don't seem to be becoming friends anytime soon.
"God do I love Webster. He is cute as all hell. Especially when he speaks about his crush. He is my babe~"
Birdie just adores Webster. He's a rare sweetheart. They met a while back since they were in the same class and they really hit if off. Nowadays he confines in her about his crush on Mariana and her bluntness usually helps him out. And the fact that she is Aphrodite's daughter. But either way, she totally teases him a lot about his crush. She finds him adorable and really trusts him. Well, the most she can trust a friend anyways.
| REBEKAH . CROSS {☯} |
"Seems good I guess."
Haven't spoken much and Birdie doesn't have any specific interest in her so they don't seem to be becoming friends anytime soon.
| SKYE . WOODSEN {☠} |
"...Why. No. Fucking prick."
She just can't help but dislike him. I mean, she's the son of that whore Yes, I know, so is Birdie but STILL. It's just that she can't see anything good about him. Maybe it's just her that is being pessimistic but she sure as heck won't bother talking to him and she doesn't think he'd talk to her so it'll probably be fine.
| [color=???]Birdie Applesgale[/color] {Symbol} |
";)"
She doesn't mind herself but like said before, her self confidence is low but don't worry, she won't bother anyone with it and she keeps to herself about her own feelings.
"...Why. No. Fucking prick."
She just can't help but dislike him. I mean, she's the son of that whore Yes, I know, so is Birdie but STILL. It's just that she can't see anything good about him. Maybe it's just her that is being pessimistic but she sure as heck won't bother talking to him and she doesn't think he'd talk to her so it'll probably be fine.
| [color=???]Birdie Applesgale[/color] {Symbol} |
";)"
She doesn't mind herself but like said before, her self confidence is low but don't worry, she won't bother anyone with it and she keeps to herself about her own feelings.
| MARIANA . DIXON {Symbol} |
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| DALLAS . RELOS {☯} |
"Sort of boring looks and I don't know what his personality is besides the fact that he flirts."
He is on the borderline of becoming a pest in her mind. Birdie isn't a fan of people that flirt incessantly with no meaning. Especially if they have decent looks and could hit on someone that would like it. Either way, she just thinks of him as a classic flirt.
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| DALLAS . RELOS {☯} |
"Sort of boring looks and I don't know what his personality is besides the fact that he flirts."
He is on the borderline of becoming a pest in her mind. Birdie isn't a fan of people that flirt incessantly with no meaning. Especially if they have decent looks and could hit on someone that would like it. Either way, she just thinks of him as a classic flirt.
| TESSA . GALLOWAY {★} |
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| HONEY . EMERSON {★} |
"How can you not love him? I bother him to no end."
Another victim. Birdie and Honey's first meeting was, if you couldn't guess, awkward as all heck. However, the second meeting was better. She called him cute and started chatting them up. Now they're texting buddies and could be called friends. Birdie doesn't actually think he likes her but oh well, she chats him up anyways.
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| HONEY . EMERSON {★} |
"How can you not love him? I bother him to no end."
Another victim. Birdie and Honey's first meeting was, if you couldn't guess, awkward as all heck. However, the second meeting was better. She called him cute and started chatting them up. Now they're texting buddies and could be called friends. Birdie doesn't actually think he likes her but oh well, she chats him up anyways.
| DELILAH . WELLS {Symbol} |
"Seems like your typical, boring, nice girl. But hey, being nice is good."
They've met and she can't really call them friends just yet. Either way, Birdie doesn't mind her and is surprised by how she can be nice to literally everyone. However, she worries and thinks that she's a possible pushover.
| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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"Seems like your typical, boring, nice girl. But hey, being nice is good."
They've met and she can't really call them friends just yet. Either way, Birdie doesn't mind her and is surprised by how she can be nice to literally everyone. However, she worries and thinks that she's a possible pushover.
| [color=???]F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E[/color] {Symbol} |
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| ADACHIHARA . KAZUMA {Symbol} |
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| DUSTYN . FLINT {Symbol} |
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| DUSTYN . FLINT {Symbol} |
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| FELICITY . UNDERWOOD {Symbol} |
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| ALEXANDER . REISENDER {Symbol} |
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| ALEXANDER . REISENDER {Symbol} |
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| ZAHEEM . IBRAHIM {Symbol} |
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| DEVLIN . CHADWICK {Symbol} |
"She's really sweet. Nice girl to talk to."
They haven't spoken too many times but they can be considered as friends. Birdie will totally chat her up when she sees her and she's nice to be around.
"Character thoughts on relations."
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| DEVLIN . CHADWICK {Symbol} |
"She's really sweet. Nice girl to talk to."
They haven't spoken too many times but they can be considered as friends. Birdie will totally chat her up when she sees her and she's nice to be around.
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