Kautalya

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xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ezekiel Lysander Brown 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ eighteen; february 12 2002 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♒︎ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♂ | he/him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bisexual 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ single but mingling 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bronx; ny, usa 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord 𝓯𝓬 | 𝓬𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Taylor-Kae Knott | 7b9d7b	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues chill down-to-earth flexible witty Vices procrastinator sensitive distant lazy On immediate first impressions, Ezekiel's depicted as a chill, down-to-earth type of guy. He is often made fun of by close friends about his toned down nature, claiming that it's fake just so he can impress people--but, it usually doesn't bother him because he isn't the type to fall into childish remarks. His low inclination to do anything perpetuates his lack of motivation and overall lack of interest to follow through with work/dreams. When asked what he wants to pursue in life, Ezekiel will give off a rather dry answer to cut the conversation short (he basically starts something but doesn't finish it). He's nonchalant and indifferent--kinda overall just a lazy person--who normally passes his time sleeping, or taking care of his plants. In few rare occasions, he is seen practicing volleyball together with his cousin, having a tinge of passion flash through his eyes whenever he's playing (but it's usually just a flicker). Rarely acknowledging it, Ezekiel's patience is very low and will--if necessary--lash out on someone he categorizes as annoying. He's not afraid to say what he thinks (honest) but refrains from doing so because he believes it's too much of a hassle to even try to change their mind, especially when it's stubborn people who refuse to admit their ignorance. However, the moments he's able to let go of his laid-back nature, Ezekiel is quite sensitive, reflective and distant, mostly rethinking the comments that are thrown at him and wondering what he did wrong to this person (when he didn't do anything wrong whatsoever) but normally never showing it on the outside. 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ With a sharp wack to the back of his head and a pull to his locks, Ezekiel grew up in a household that taught him how to be tough. His mother, Solanyi Feliz, was a retail worker down at five n' below while his father, Beau Brown was a social worker (underpaid and overworked). His family, struggling financially, settled down in an apartment down at the east Bronx--doing everything they could to ensure Ezekiel and his brother's could have a decent childhood full of fond memories. Despite struggling to provide their children with the basic necessities, they still found ways to provide Ezekiel and his brothers with luxuries at the best times. Residing in a big neighborhood, Ezekiel was known for his--which would surprise many now--loud and outgoing personality. He played in the parks almost everyday whether it was baseball, basketball, or volleyball; he was the type of kid to always make friends randomly and invite them home. He had what you considered a normal childhood. With overflowing confidence and optimism, Ezekiel wanted to be anything and everything at once. Astronaut? Already begging his mother for a telescope for Christmas, singer? Forcing his siblings to listen to his tone-deaf sounds, dance? Forcing his father to pay a monthly fee at a dance studio in order to bring out his, hidden, dancing-with-the-stars, moves. Then, one day, Ezekiel wanted to be a model. He insisted on quitting all his other programs and focused solely on his new dream. His mother signed him up to this modeling management, Wilhelmina, and from there on, Ezekiel had success fall right on to his lap. Everything that he earned, all his hard work, was always given back to his parents (the money, he believed, was never his to begin with.) Soon enough, his motivation for modeling diminished and it was more like he was forcing himself to now do it; it was tiring, it was boring, and it was too much. He was "worrying" about the SAT's, the regents, his grades, but really it was all an excuse to turn down his offers from his modeling gigs (anything to get away from it.) It's like the saying, "If you start something finish it." But, the complete opposite instead; Ezekiel can never finish what he starts. Soon enough, his manager had offered him the Alexandrina Preparatory School application information (his manager insisted this school would be amazing for future modeling gigs). Ezekiel was extremely against the idea of transferring out to attend said school, but, when he sat down to speak about it with his family, they insisted that he'd do whatever makes him happy. That was always his mother's saying, "whatever makes you happy baby." Thus, Ezekiel Lysander Brown, took the offer, and settled down at the flashy school.

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Ezekiel Lysander Brown

xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ezekiel Lysander Brown 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ eighteen; february 12 2002 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♒︎ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♂ | he/him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bisexual 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ single but mingling 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bronx; ny, usa 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord 𝓯𝓬 | 𝓬𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Taylor-Kae Knott | 7b9d7b	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues chill down-to-earth flexible witty Vices procrastinator sensitive distant lazy On immediate first impressions, Ezekiel's depicted as a chill, down-to-earth type of guy. He is often made fun of by close friends about his toned down nature, claiming that it's fake just so he can impress people--but, it usually doesn't bother him because he isn't the type to fall into childish remarks. His low inclination to do anything perpetuates his lack of motivation and overall lack of interest to follow through with work/dreams. When asked what he wants to pursue in life, Ezekiel will give off a rather dry answer to cut the conversation short (he basically starts something but doesn't finish it). He's nonchalant and indifferent--kinda overall just a lazy person--who normally passes his time sleeping, or taking care of his plants. In few rare occasions, he is seen practicing volleyball together with his cousin, having a tinge of passion flash through his eyes whenever he's playing (but it's usually just a flicker). Rarely acknowledging it, Ezekiel's patience is very low and will--if necessary--lash out on someone he categorizes as annoying. He's not afraid to say what he thinks (honest) but refrains from doing so because he believes it's too much of a hassle to even try to change their mind, especially when it's stubborn people who refuse to admit their ignorance. However, the moments he's able to let go of his laid-back nature, Ezekiel is quite sensitive, reflective and distant, mostly rethinking the comments that are thrown at him and wondering what he did wrong to this person (when he didn't do anything wrong whatsoever) but normally never showing it on the outside. 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ With a sharp wack to the back of his head and a pull to his locks, Ezekiel grew up in a household that taught him how to be tough. His mother, Solanyi Feliz, was a retail worker down at five n' below while his father, Beau Brown was a social worker (underpaid and overworked). His family, struggling financially, settled down in an apartment down at the east Bronx--doing everything they could to ensure Ezekiel and his brother's could have a decent childhood full of fond memories. Despite struggling to provide their children with the basic necessities, they still found ways to provide Ezekiel and his brothers with luxuries at the best times. Residing in a big neighborhood, Ezekiel was known for his--which would surprise many now--loud and outgoing personality. He played in the parks almost everyday whether it was baseball, basketball, or volleyball; he was the type of kid to always make friends randomly and invite them home. He had what you considered a normal childhood. With overflowing confidence and optimism, Ezekiel wanted to be anything and everything at once. Astronaut? Already begging his mother for a telescope for Christmas, singer? Forcing his siblings to listen to his tone-deaf sounds, dance? Forcing his father to pay a monthly fee at a dance studio in order to bring out his, hidden, dancing-with-the-stars, moves. Then, one day, Ezekiel wanted to be a model. He insisted on quitting all his other programs and focused solely on his new dream. His mother signed him up to this modeling management, Wilhelmina, and from there on, Ezekiel had success fall right on to his lap. Everything that he earned, all his hard work, was always given back to his parents (the money, he believed, was never his to begin with.) Soon enough, his motivation for modeling diminished and it was more like he was forcing himself to now do it; it was tiring, it was boring, and it was too much. He was "worrying" about the SAT's, the regents, his grades, but really it was all an excuse to turn down his offers from his modeling gigs (anything to get away from it.) It's like the saying, "If you start something finish it." But, the complete opposite instead; Ezekiel can never finish what he starts. Soon enough, his manager had offered him the Alexandrina Preparatory School application information (his manager insisted this school would be amazing for future modeling gigs). Ezekiel was extremely against the idea of transferring out to attend said school, but, when he sat down to speak about it with his family, they insisted that he'd do whatever makes him happy. That was always his mother's saying, "whatever makes you happy baby." Thus, Ezekiel Lysander Brown, took the offer, and settled down at the flashy school.

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MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

@TruthHurts22 Attraction its its most literal sense involves someone being interested in someone else, be it due to their personality or their looks. I wasn't necessarily implying sexual attraction, but if you'd like me to clarify that or use another worded, then I'm okay with that!

And in terms of her quirk. its just as it states, she can increase the heart rate of someone (tachycardia) or decrease it (bradycardia) which would illicit physiological reactions depending on how long the quirk stays activated on the person, if that wasn't clear enough. But she has no idea how to use her quirk to its full extent yet since she's a child; but ideally she would use it to her advantage in battles to weaken an opponent during battle.

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

Iolani Love

Ｉ O l A N I Ｌ O V E ♥

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__________________________________________ Skip Beat _______________________________________________________________ 14 | Samoan | 49 _______________________________________________________________ [+] ♥ S K I P A' B E A T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♥ Iolani Love has the ability to alter a person's heart rate with a simple wink. She can accelerate or slow the heart rate but not by will. Her right eye accelerates the victims heart rate while the left eye slows it down. The effects normally last for about 5 minutes but will last longer if the target is attracted to the user. However, the victim needs to make eye contact with Love so that she can inflict the quirk on the target. ♥ To undo her quirk, Love blinks. ♥ The quirk's downside would be how it causes her to be anemic so she's normally weak and tired constantly. She's normally seen with carrot juice(she hates it). - With a hero suit resembling a party outfit and Iolani Love's quirk involving with winking, she came to the conclusion of a pretty, blue, flowy dress that wouldn't constrict her movements. Her legs free from any clothing, Love is seen to not wear any goggles and her hair in an updo. Wearing a pair of blue boots that are light on her feet, Love is able to freely move her body and be on her toes(also because she's anemic Love doesn't want to be any more of a burden than what she already believes herself to be so she always want's to be out of reach in battles) and, honestly, she thought it would be pretty. Also because she believed it'd up her chances at using the quirk for longer.

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Dark complexion with star splattered freckles across her face, Iolani Love has bright brown eyes with fluffy pink hair that flows with each of her movements. Standing roughly at 5'2", Love's hair falls roughly on her hips, a soft feel--just like what is thought to be a clouds texture--that tends to be what everyone's eyes fall on when they see the young girl. Besides her hair being the main focus on first impressions, it's mostly noted that Iolani is perceived as an awkward quiet girl. Her brown eyes--followed with her long, wispy lashes--tend to flicker to anything that isn't the person in front of her. Which comes after the wrinkle to her bushy, usually upturned, eyebrows. Her freckles then trails alongside her nose to her cheeks, being of a galaxy of stars(they are of a proliferation of stars scattered about. Like a star-map, detailing the connections of each constellation).

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Iolani Love is generally an awkward person; she apologizes constantly for anything and everything at once, she's dependent on others, and socially inept. She has trouble connecting and opening up to others mainly because she feels as if she's a disappointment and a burden to those that breath the same air as her. While she's imbued with a sense of self-deprecation, Iolani can have her spark of confidence at times. Such as, feeling pretty in an outfit and finding her self-worth with her quirk(that she believes is lousy).

Love is the epitome of a brooding, awkward, quiet girl.

Despite her tendency to wallow in pessimistic thoughts, Love is emotional and able to sympathize with other's immediately. Resulting in a lot of people coming to her to just speak of their problems and not feel judged. Love gives people a sense of acceptance by her aura(although she counters this with how she's a panicky person so what they say can't be true).

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

"Iolani." Her brother whispered, "the 'Hawk of Royalty.'"

Love shut her eyes.

That was Iolani's favorite method.

Her younger(quirkless) brother would cradle her in his arms, and tell her the importance of Love's name. How important she was.

She believed this to be wrong.

Iolani Love grew up in a household that was confusing in the eyes of others. Her mother, who was injured during a battle, suddenly changed one day. She arrived home, with bandages wrapping her body and scars that scratched itself on to her mother's skin--and, suddenly hit the big eyed girl(Iolani). Love grew up admiring both her mother and father, as they were the epitome of heroes. She'd sit crossed legged on the sand, the particles tickling her toes, while listening to the stories her mother and father would bring. Her brother sitting beside her while the waves gave them a background tune. They'd laugh in joy, they'd scream in terror, and they'd weep in sadness with the stories that spilled from their parents. Under the night, star twinkled sky, Iolani Love enjoyed the memories of what was once her happy family.

Her brother, being the youngest, was mostly forced to play outside by Iolani because she'd rather herself get the most hits than him. Someone from their family had to be the one to get out, and that was him. But, when it'd just get too difficult--too tiring--Iolani and her brother would runaway to the beach nearby and lay down, listening to the waves that lullabies them to sleep.

(the ocean was their second home)

Her mother had a mission of capturing a villain but a she slipped up and, for the first time in her mother's life, she witnessed the true meaning of what a failure meant. She caused the whole mission to fail and the villain got away, scotch free. Fueled with anger, with desperation of the need to be accepted--to be seen as righteous, Love's mother took out all her pent up emotion out on her two children(but mainly Iolani). Her sense of justice reigned over everything, controlling all aspects of her mother; she believed that anything she did was correct, just anything to overwrite the one mission(in all her hero's time)that caused her to fail. She repeatedly told Iolani her name meant nothing. That her weak, eldest daughter shouldn't bear such a name that meant of royalty.

And, over time, Love believed it.

(there was a part of her that fought it--

--my brother doesn't believe that I'm a failure!

So why should I!

--But her mother's loud, bile, words, told her otherwise.)

Her father, for the most part, tried his best to stop the attacks. But as time went by, he busied himself with work and ignored the two--running away from dealing with the problem at hand. Iolani Love, felt no anger for his decision. No hatred towards her mother. Her brother on the other hand, bared distaste to both his parents(he no longer categorized them as parents but as strangers). But there was no denying that Iolani, wanted out.

Thus, she auditioned for UA.

(when the results came in her mother held up a smug--I told you so--look while she watched the young girl quiver, Iolani wanted to swim with the waves that night.)

Her second option was New Heights Academy, which the only reason she even went was of her brother's constant nagging(she was wallowing in her pessimistic thoughts after UA's results). When it came in that she passed--although as the lowest--Iolani Love, felt for the first time in life, she won against her mother.

But, lost against her father.

Leaving home, leaving her brother behind with her mother(just like her father did), Iolani felt disgusted that she herself, felt a sense of relief when she left.

"Iolani" She whispered, "The 'Hawk Of Royalty.'" Love reopened her eyes.

---_{E X A M R E P O R T}

Iolani Love was worried and panicked throughout the whole exam, her mind buried with self-doubt. At the start of the exam, Love was seen in a corner, knees to her chest while she regretted her decision to even have come to the school to audition. She felt weak and helpless and believed her quirk gave her no help with the situation at hand. But, when her head lifted upwards because she heard a small yell, Iolani had an idea that quickly popped into her head. She bounced on her toes and Love was seen snatching ribbons from the other students and thinking ahead by stopping some in their paths to quickly reach for a ribbon.

---_{E X T R A}

_{♥ Constantly touches up her face and hair
♥ Writes poetry
♥ Doesn't like wearing socks
♥ Often uses filler words like “umm”
♥ Enjoys talking about the ocean}

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

I'll try to get my CS up today or tmm!

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Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

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‗‗‗‗‗‗ Ephai blinked.

He was standing by the railing of the boat, staring at the clear water. A groan escaped his lips, a little seasick by the motion. He rested his arms on the bar while placing his head on them; his bright pink hair flowing alongside the breeze, with a color like that, it wasn't hard to spot the small boy. Ephai leaned his whole body on the railing and sighed.

"Unfortunately there won't be any fighting, but you've been less of a nuisance lately so I guess you deserve some fun."

His eyebrows twitched, unfortunately? nuisance? deserve some fun?? He sucked his teeth,"Who does she think she is?" The tapping on his foot increased,"Treating me like some--some--pet!" Finally exhaling his furious sigh, Ephai shook his head. There was no point in thinking about Callaia's remark, if anything, he was on a trip, there was water, the beaches; Ephai nodded, exactly, he should be thinking about the good parts--the parts that he was looking forward to the most.

But--

Ephai left his post.

--It'll just have to wait.

He began his stomps to wherever his dear partner was, readying himself to just annoy her with his complaints.

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Before he knew it, Ephai was rounded up and pushed into the crowd of students that were leaving the boat. Callaia was no where in sight. Pushing his way through the crowd, licking his lips, Ephai darted his direction to the frantic woman named Ms. Opal. Or more so, the townspeople. He picked at the loose strands from his sweater, his eyes lowering, weird.

And when was it so foggy?

He stared harder and the longer he glared, the more confused he was. The people obviously had something to them, it was as if they were in a trance.

If this turns out to be some fucking-- I don't know just...

"--This is definitely Callaia's fault." He finished his thought aloud. Turning away from the scene, Ephai quickly waved his head around, where was she anyways. Then, as if things couldn't haven gotten any weirder, a student's surprised yell gathered his attention. Turning to face where the sound came from, he noticed that Ms.Opal, had suddenly turned into a sheep. His eyes widen, instantly his fingers dragged up to his shoulders and the small boy was seen guarding himself. The crowds whispers got louder, several students confused at the sudden transformation. There was even a part of Ephai that believed maybe it was just some stupid--hey! here's a funny greeting--for the students, but when time passed, that didn't seem to be the situation.

His head drooped downwards and the boy shifted his feet, a sweat drop rolled down his cheek.

"--s everyone alright?"

"Don't panic--"

"to help Miss Opal--

"--I mean we are a team right?"

Ephai snapped back to reality. He caught himself staring at the concrete, before lifting his head to a student speaking; then back to what Ephai assumed to be their partner who cautiously hid behind him. Evan and Coda; Ephai practically knew most of the students here, it was his tactic in order to know who to avoid. He bit down on his lip, watching as a new pair interjected--Arlette and Keith--concluding that everyone were to not drink or eat anything.

(He wanted very strongly to oppose to such a rule)

Ephai felt his hand trembling, whats with this... a quiet whimper escaped his lips. Furrowing his eyebrows and listening in on more students state a word or two in the discussion, Ephai couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. One being they were stuck on an island with a teacher who just randomly turned into a sheep and two--his partner wasn't here. He wasn't sure whether to feel angry, afraid, or just overall tired, but Ephai sure was restless. Closing his eyes quickly and reopening them, Ephai felt his vision blur--

“Eph, great job not getting lost or into any fights,”

Swiftly, Ephai turned around, staring at his partner. A scowl instantly appeared, clearing off any evidence of what was going to be an outburst of tears. "You idiot!" He balled up his fist, "How could you--" Then, cleanly interrupting him, she wonderfully asked him if he could do her a favor(or more so a demand). As if she wasn't already giving him trouble by disappearing and then reappearing as if everything was just dandy. He turned his head, searching for Arlette. Did he want to do it? No--but, lowering his head, Ephai sighed. Sometimes, he couldn't say no to Callaia.

"You're annoying." He added, "Hope you know that."

Dragging his feet through the crowd, Ephai rolled up the ends of his sweater and his eyes. Spotting the girl he was searching for, Ephai tapped Arlette on the shoulder. A clear--I'm really fucking pissed--crossed his face, lifting his finger, he pointed towards Callaia, "Go."

Callaia's small statement lingered in his mind, something interesting huh?

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♥ Really, Another Zombie Story!? ♥ (OPEN & ACCEPTING)

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_______________________________________________ Nathaniel flynn Nat | Nate Poor side ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 24 | male | 5'9" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ adaptive | well-mannered | diligent silent | odd | neutral ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ "no . . . . I don't think I have . . . um . . . eaten a rat . . ." - Nate softly spoke, responding to the curious child before him. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

▄a p p e a r a n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ He stands at roughly 5'9" with faint freckles that coat his arms, acting like miniature stars that trail down to his fingers. His hair, normally slick back with a blond, silver color to them; he's insecure about the color so Nathaniel is generally always seen with a cap. He has a thin frame and is not threatening when it comes to his body build, but his face says otherwise. Already stated, Nathaniel is, also, insecure about his freckles to which are hidden with gloves. ▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ From first impressions, other's tend to warn people about Nathaniel. He's odd they say, weird, strange-- (different) --dangerous. The boy is reserved to the point that its uncomfortable for others. He's too quiet they say; he stands there, giving no response back, just watching them with his eyes silently. It's hard to tell what Nathaniel is thinking, he's not expressive. Nathaniel is someone that everyone tends to stray away from. His quiet demeanor and silent mannerisms are prone to make people uncomfortable, where as he doesn't do anything, it's just his aura. Normally, people are not used to being around what they define as different and in this case, Nathaniel is seen as out of the norm by others(hence being categorized as dangerous). His face, in most cases, gives the inkling that Nathaniel is a judgmental person. However, despite it all, Nathaniel is just a quiet, awkward person; he sucks at conversations and constantly fiddles with his fingers out of nervousness. ▄l i f e b e f o r e a p o c a l y p s e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nathaniel was raised by his grandparent(s) whom tried their best to raise him, despite old age creeping up. He was seen as a "disappointment" by his grandmother, who made sure to always remind him of it. As a child, Nathaniel was deemed as a strange boy. He didn't enjoy sports or anything that had to deal with what "boys" were mostly subjected to be interested in. His grandmother, on the other hand, wanted Nathaniel to be tough and "like a man," to which he would respond with a quiet stare. He didn't enjoy talking to his grandmother. She scared him. The boy was always seen following his grandfather around. Whether it was to the park bench or to the living room, reading a book under the misty sunlight. He enjoyed the company of his grandfather(he was of a father figure Nathaniel never had) but was constantly interrupted by the furious yells of his grandmother. Who hit Nathaniel when young to show that she was just showing him "tough love." Nearing the senior year of high school, both of his grandparents passed away quietly. Nathaniel managed himself with a part-time job at a supermarket, bagging the groceries for others.

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skills + extra

<sub>▄s k i l l s
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⋆ Because of how quiet Nathaniel normally is, he's good at sneaking around. He'll pop up behind a person and they wouldn't notice till they turn around, only to be welcomed by an intimidating man.

⋆ pick-pocketing

⋆ quick on his feet

⋆ Not a picky eater

⋆ high pain tolerance

▄e x t r a
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⋆ nate fiddles with his fingers a lot

⋆ cant maintain eye contact

⋆ has a nailed baseball bat. His aim is horrible so he doesn't use a gun (plus, it not his cup of tea).

⋆ writes poetry when he's stressed (which is 24/7).

⋆ pansexual!</sub>

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shhhh

n a t h a n i e l f l y n n

_______________________________________________ Nathaniel flynn Nat | Nate ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 24 | male | 5'9" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ adaptive | well-mannered | diligent silent | odd | neutral ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ "no . . . . I don't think I have . . . um . . . eaten a rat . . ." - Nate softly spoke, responding to the curious child before him. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

▄a p p e a r a n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ He stands at roughly 5'9" with faint freckles that coat his arms, acting like miniature stars that trail down to his fingers. His hair, normally slick back with a blond, silver color to them; he's insecure about the color so Nathaniel is generally always seen with a cap. He has a thin frame and is not threatening when it comes to his body build, but his face says otherwise. Already stated, Nathaniel is, also, insecure about his freckles to which are hidden with gloves. ▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ From first impressions, other's tend to warn people about Nathaniel. He's odd they say, weird, strange-- (different) --dangerous. The boy is reserved to the point that its uncomfortable for others. He's too quiet they say; he stands there, giving no response back, just watching them with his eyes silently. It's hard to tell what Nathaniel is thinking, he's not expressive. Nathaniel is someone that everyone tends to stray away from. His quiet demeanor and silent mannerisms are prone to make people uncomfortable, where as he doesn't do anything, it's just his aura. Normally, people are not used to being around what they define as different--and in this case--Nathaniel is seen as out of the norm by others(hence being categorized as dangerous). His face, in most cases, gives the inkling that Nathaniel is a judgmental person. However, despite it all, Nathaniel is just a quiet, awkward person; he sucks at conversations and constantly fiddles with his fingers out of nervousness. ▄l i f e b e f o r e a p o c a l y p s e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nathaniel was raised by his grandparent(s) whom tried their best to raise him, despite old age creeping up. He was seen as a "disappointment" by his grandmother, who made sure to always remind him of it. As a child, Nathaniel was deemed as a strange boy. He didn't enjoy sports or anything that had to deal with what "boys" were mostly subjected to be interested in. His grandmother, on the other hand, wanted Nathaniel to be tough and "like a man," to which he would respond with a quiet stare. He didn't enjoy talking to his grandmother. She scared him. The boy was always seen following his grandfather around. Whether it was to the park bench or to the living room, reading a book under the misty sunlight. He enjoyed the company of his grandfather(he was of a father figure Nathaniel never had) but was constantly interrupted by the furious yells of his grandmother. Who hit Nathaniel when young to show that she was just showing him "tough love." Nearing the senior year of high school, both of his grandparents passed away quietly. Nathaniel managed himself with a part-time job at a supermarket, bagging the groceries for others.

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skills + extra

<sub>▄s k i l l s
^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}
⋆ Because of how quiet Nathaniel normally is, he's good at sneaking around. He'll pop up behind a person and they wouldn't notice till they turn around, only to be welcomed by an intimidating man.

⋆ pick-pocketing

⋆ quick on his feet

⋆ Not a picky eater

⋆ high pain tolerance

▄e x t r a
^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}
⋆ nate fiddles with his fingers a lot

⋆ cant maintain eye contact

⋆ has a nailed baseball bat. His aim is horrible so he doesn't use a gun (plus, it not his cup of tea).

⋆ writes poetry when he's stressed (which is 24/7).

⋆ pansexual!</sub>

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The Curse of Sonina

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_{location: cafeteria
interaction: open}

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"There." The girl stretched her fingers out, following after a slight yawn. Her eyes fluttered close as she leaned back, resting her aching back on the wooden chair that stationed itself by the windows of the cafeteria. It was a tough week. Considering she was busy with schoolwork, struggling to find what to film, and of course--the one thing she wanted to forget about--the entity she met with.

Her eyebrows crinkled, she puffed out a big sigh. Forget about it.

"Are you serious!?" A shout lingered in the cold air, "you want to do all the work?!"
She stared up at his face, an expression of frustration crossed his face.
"You know.." He rubbed his temple, "I let it go when you left that other night, but--"

She gripped her arm tightly, avoiding eye contact; she wanted to avoid this whole discussion more than anything.

"--I don't know what the fuck happened for you to run off like that--" He balled up his fist.

"--But for you to give me that shitty excuse. A-About a damn ghost well-" He latched his hand onto the bag that was toppled onto the bench.

"Then fine! Do it yourself for all I care."

Forget about it Theodora.

The girl reopened her eyes, darting downwards to her fingers, fiddling with them. She knew that he wouldn't have believed her, but just anyone--somebody needed to know. Squinting her eyes, Theodora recounted the experience once more. The black figure digging its stare into her, it's arms at it's side and the body, elongated and stretched out. Her head slowly rose upwards, pressing her palm down on the laptop and closing it off. She lifted her fingers up and brought the ends of her turtleneck to her mouth, slouching lower into the seat. It wasn't easy avoiding mirrors but, Theodora experimented(it was more like a game to her)with the entity. She noticed--after hours of pep-talk--that it didn't seem to appear when she fully looked at herself in the mirror; In fact, she could only ever see it when she passes by the bathroom mirrors, from the corner of her eyes.

One time, however, Theodora managed to catch a clear glimpse of it when she was fully staring at herself in the mirror. The entity was at the corner of her bed, its fingers clutching the hem of the blanket, it's head uprooted to glare at Theodora.

She turned to face her bed.

It was gone.

Shaking her head, Theodora scanned her surrounding. She noticed a group of students sitting at a table, her eyes, hidden under her unruly bangs, noticed a few of them. Theodora was never good with names but she knew who was who by the side conversations some students would have(that she would easily eavesdrop on). Felix, her eyes moved to the other one, Jason and the other two, Luke and Maxwell.

Her stare drifted to her laptop, it's color chipped and the stickers from her favorite games slowly falling from their place. She dropped her grip on her turtleneck, her hands reaching towards her small purse, pulling out a small snack. Bringing the bar to her mouth and taking a bite, Theodora wished for the entity to leave her alone.

If you have telepathic powers and are currently listening, please leave me alone.

She spoke--in her head--for the hopes that the "mirror ghost," would once and for all listen and leave her alone.

It's not easy trying to sleep and catch a shadowy figure peeking from the ends of the mirror, watching her.

Ugh, Theodora.

Forget about it.