Kautalya

Wellington Academy ₊*

Ｉｄｅｔｔｅ　Ｇｅｎｅｖｉｅｖｅ　Ｂｌａｎｃ

_{i n t e r a c t i o n s. none at the moment
l o c a t i o n. Cottage ► Front gate}

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6:05 AM - Wisteria Cottage
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In all honesty, she shouldn’t have been up this early.

Idette shifted awkwardly on the red couch displayed in the middle of the living room. She had spent the last two hours sitting and keeping her attention at the front door. Remarkably—she herself didn’t know how she did it—Idette didn’t feel as tired as she should’ve been considering she had gotten very little sleep. She liked to believe it was because the coffee was finally doing its job, but her body would say otherwise with the exhaustion creeping up with every lurch of her joints. As much as she loved making everything harder for herself (she, gladly, would’ve loved to take this whole week as a break), Idette still regrets the side of her that just can’t say no to anything. Sure she was always used to the same ol’ routine of constantly being told what to do, but it doesn’t change the fact that she sometimes would just like to, maybe just for one day, be alone and box.

Still, it was her fault in the end for easily accepting the task. The girl on a daily basis would have a never-ending No, Sorry or No thank you, sorry playing like a broken record in her head as ammunition to use if someone were to ask her for something. Her body, however, would betray every bit of her mind and disregard her mental practice by just answering yes, of course I can.

A prime example would be a few days back. Idette had just arrived at her cottage from the gym, sweating from head to toe, with her sports bag and drink almost falling off of her hands from how worn out she was. She knew it wasn’t right to overwork herself and she knew that her practices were harsh and she knew that working out and doing boxing to the point she can't feel her arms wouldn’t rid her of her cynicism—Idette knew all that, yet she still repeated the cycle. Upon opening the door, Idette was hit with a couple of keys thrown in her direction. She dropped all of her belongings in a surprised manner (but didn’t have the energy to present it well) and looked up from the direction it was thrown into. The cottage leader eyed down at Idette while he sipped from his white, “I’m the best mom!” mug. As intimidating as Nathaniel might’ve looked, his attitude and personality was of an awkward person trying to make sure he didn’t look intimidating—that’s where the mug comes into play, he swears it’s the funniest thing.

Idette just stared at him before reaching down and picking her belongings, along with the scattered keys. She felt like she had an idea of where this was going.

“Listen, Blanc.” He placed the mug at the kitchen counter. “You’re in charge of the new kids coming in.”

She had an itching that he was going to push this on to her.

She didn’t want to do it.

She really, really, didn’t want to do it.

But her legs were wobbly, her feet ached, and her vision was bleary and strained, so if she wanted to get out of this situation quickly she would have to just agree to it.

And she did just that. With a quick nod and a stumble to her steps, Idette stuffed the keys into her bag and vanished into her room.

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6:45 AM - Walking to front gate
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Idette rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She didn’t know if her cottage-mates were awake or not, she never really tried her best to keep a concrete conversation with any of them. It wasn’t as if Idette didn’t like them, but she often felt her friendships or interactions often felt forced because she felt obligated to like them or talk to them. But it wasn’t something Idette wanted to psychoanalyze herself for, especially not so early in the morning.

So, the young girl with messy blonde locks, a bandage to her right cheek, her ace band on her right hand, and her school uniform that she wore to seem “professional” (which consisted of the usual white polo shirt of an owl imprint along her cottage emblem and black shorts with Weiss Gillian’s signature at the hem) stood up and quietly left the cottage. She—what the dorm leader was supposed to do—was to meet the incoming students that will be residing at Wisteria once they are to be dropped off from the Wellington Coach.

She walked her way down the hill, passing some students and the wonderful flowers, while finally arriving at the spot where she was told to pick up the students.

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Ｏｃｅａｎｕｓ　Ａｒｇｕｓ　Ｏｄａｌｙｓ

_{i n t e r a c t i o n s. Elaina the cottage leader
l o c a t i o n. Pick-up spot ► Front gate ► Begonia Cottage}

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6:30 AM - Pick-up spot
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Ocean sat crisscrossed at the sidewalk with his blue luggages by his side. He was dropped off at a secluded area with a sign that read, “Wellington students are to be dropped here. Do not drive them past this point, you will be turned down and the student will not be allowed to attend the academy.”

He recalled himself idly standing there and narrowing his eyes at the disclaimer etched on the wooden sign. It was out of the blue, and maybe a tad bit weird since he was wondering what was so secretive that they didn’t allow people aside from the driver to send the students to Wellington. Either way he didn’t care to question it that much.

He was seen wearing a baggy—that was three times his size—pastel blue sweater over a white dress shirt and black shorts. Oceanus had his hair up in a messy ponytail where strands of black hair were already spilling out, as well as blue and white striped socks that were followed up with buckled black loafers. He wasn’t dressing for the weather and he knew that. It was cold. Oceanus wasn’t new to that. However, as cold as it was, it never stopped him from wanting to wear outfits that wouldn’t restrict him so.

In the beginning, Ocean had wanted to just go without a sweater that was larger than the earth , but his father had insisted, saying Oceanus would arrive at school sick and who would want to be sick in the first week of school?

(and Ocean responded with a slick, “It’s just move-in week. I dont have classes yet…”)

Thus he settled with a baggy sweater and shorts.

As he was about to bury his whole entire face into his rosy knees, he noticed two pairs of clean, fresh, and obviously rich looking shoes in his peripheral view. He slowly looked up. A tall, pale and skinny man stood as straight as a pole while extending his white gloved hand towards Ocean. The man wore what Ocean would assume to be the most expensive suit known to man; It was dressed with gold emblems that glittered in the bright light, a midnight blue of a suit with a thin green windowpane pattern traced alongside the hems of the pants. He noted the unique design of the suit and quickly assumed that the garment was a bespoke. Whether the man in front of Ocean was young or old, it was not noticeable. In fact, Ocean was in awe of the man's features—bright brown eyes, white slick long hair thrown in a ponytail.

He was the definition of Wellington academy.

Ocean took his hand and was guided towards the long, black coach car. Following the driver felt like Ocean had been walking on clouds. His steps were light as if he was floating along the universe, hovering over every spinning star that sprinkled light in the night sky. Needless to say, Oceanus was aloof during the five seconds of travel to the car; because before he knew it the boy was already seated in the back seat and the drive had already begun.

He stared longingly at the driver's mirror, mostly in shock at someone who made Ocean feel like he was in a dreamlike state. The boy never wanted to start conversations, ever, it was rarely a choice, but something about the alluring atmosphere and the comfort of the drivers aura, had Oceanus almost spilling his entire life story. The driver was enigmatic, unpredictable, he was of a riddle. Oceanus never dealt with people like that. He was often used to how loud people were, how invasive others were of the so-called ‘privacy bubble,’ or how rude and uncharismatic. Others could call this judgmental of Ocean, or maybe a- so you think you’re better than them? And Ocean wouldn’t deny it. He always believed maybe it was his upbringing.

He remembered visiting a friend of his mother, who had a child his age at the time. They lived in an apartment, and while Ocean would’ve thought all of his parents' friends fell under the same category as them, this was a surprise to him. That and he’s never seen an apartment before. Upon seeing the room of the kid, Ocean blurted out that it was hardly the size of his bathroom. He made sure to continue on his remarks during the whole time. It didn’t gain him the friendship he had least wanted seeing as Ocean didn’t mind the child.

Realizing he had been staring at the driver while daydreaming, Ocean quickly hid his gaze. He turned his attention on the window and noticed that as bumpy as the road had been, it did not feel so inside the car. In fact, he felt like he was laying in a bed. As simple as that. He didn’t know what type of pixie dust the driver sprinkled on him, and maybe he was enjoying it, it did also scare him at how at ease he was. He noted the quick change in scenery when the driver cut off from the highway. The roads seemed rockier and bumpier, pebbles were spread out, there was land as big as the cosmos stretched out—It was a nice change to behold. The ride began driving upwards a hill, and soon enough Oceanus was welcomed with leaves just as long and grass just as green.

Enchanted forest.

The first word to pop into Oceanus’ head upon witnessing such a fairy-like place. Coils of vines dragged themselves across the hood of the car, at times lingering it’s touch on the roof of the car, other times bumping itself against the windows, resembling a knock. It was an ancient forest that reeked of age. Snapping branches rustled against the forest’s floor and rotted silently, mystical foliage flew their way past the car, shuffling noises were heard deep within the interior of the web of leaves, the forest was enchanting and something that could only be described in fairy-tales. Ocean never knew such a place existed. Then, just when Oceanus blinked, he was welcomed into a tunnel of magic.

The driver (which made Oceanus jump when he heard the deep voice), informed Ocean that a mural was painted by one of the students at the school. He, in shock that during this whole time the two were in a comfortable silence, didn’t respond. Mainly for the fact that he was freaking out and didn’t know how to respond. When moments passed and he felt it was too late to reply, Oceanus gave up and brought his attention back on to the mural.

He knew how to draw and paint, but this was on a whole new level of beauty. The mural surrounded the entire inside of the tunnel, as if transporting students into a whole new world. He noticed the splashes of swirls that were drawn on the top of the tunnel and on the sides; he felt like he was Alice, embarking on a journey to another world. If he hadn’t been traveling in a car, Oceanus would’ve loved to trail his fingers across the detailed fish, and the endless colors that clothed the entire tunnel. He couldn’t exactly make out the image but he knew that it was captivating with the infinity swirls, the splashes of water and fishes swimming through, the colors all contrasting with one another—it was truly a sight to gaze on, and it only made Oceanus excited to settle down at the Academy.

And then just like that, just like the beauty of both the forest and tunnel wasn’t enough, Oceanus had the luxury to witness the endless green and flowers that sprouted on the ground. He was truly in awe and fascinated by Wellington’s scenery that made him excited for the library.

The coach came to an abrupt stop and, repeating the same steps, Oceanus was guided out of the car and into the fronts of the Academy’s gates. The driver softly handed the boy his belongings and with a slight bow, he entered the car and traveled down the hill.

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7:00 AM - Front gate
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He wanted to respond back with a bye, he really did, but he was too captivated by the looming statues at opposite ends from one another. The large gate (which he assumed opened to the area of Wellington) shined brightly under the sun’s kisses, while the white statues illuminated a very prestigious look to the Academy. He didn’t know the names of the statues, but he was positive they played a part. Weiss Gillian (from what he has heard and read) was not a man to have a statue that shared no meaning.

As Oceanus was about to step closer to the gate, he noticed a short woman by one of the statues. She wore a sad, somber look, while her brown locks of wavy hair were stationed in a low ponytail. She wore a bright red lipstick and a red flowy dress that fell to her ankles, along with some black flats. Once she got closer (and Ocean could’ve swore she floated while she walked because of how light and soft her steps were), he noticed the blush that was scattered on her face along with her freckles. He wondered if the blush was makeup. She was a pretty woman, someone that preached of peace and reminded those of a sunrise-gold beach. A golden sand sweeping around on the beach, while a peach colored sky would loom over with softness.

_{“Oceanus Argus Odalys, right?”} She quietly spoke, like a whisper.

“I’m Elaina. I’m the cottage leader of Begonia.” She placed her hands on Oceans’ luggage, as if to allow herself to assist him. He let her.

“They are nice people. Your cottage mates,” they were both already on their way there as she floated along with her dress.

She told him in soft whispers and in a honey coated voice, that she will be living on the bottom floor while the students reside on the second floor. She explained how some students have cleaning duties. She told him how everyone has a responsibility in the cottage, she then went on to explain how Wisteria is their neighbor cottage but not to act too friendly with them because their cottage leader, Nathaniel is the worst (she giggled afterwards and it was soothing to listen to. It seemed like Elaina is close friends with said cottage leader.)

Once they traveled to Begonia, Elania unlocked the door and allowed Ocean to walk in first. The place wasn’t a “wow-factor” to Ocean, it was normal (he ended up telling her in a curt sentence that the living room, plus the kitchen and everything that was on the bottom floor was the same size as his room. Elaina was impressed but Ocean began to notice he didn’t change from when he was young. He soon felt embarrassed.)

Awkwardly, Ocean placed his belongings and waited for Elaina to explain what to do next. Rather, all she did was say, "Get comfortable, your room number is Begonia 3. I'll be in my room if you need anything else."

So, Ocean trotted upstairs, walking past the numbered doors and—

"Ah! Oceanus!"

Ocean walked his way towards the railing, looking downwards at Elaina.

"Something came up so I'll be out for a bit. Mordechai might be in there! Not too sure."

He was about to speak up and say a quick "okay," even though he was freaking out on the inside about the sudden roommate topic. He watched her leave the door with a little hum and, with everything setting in, Ocean turned his way back to the front of 'Begonia 3' and knocked...quietly.

Wellington Academy ₊*

@Torack

No worries! Sorry for the confusion, what we had meant was that we'd be giving out additional stars during the rp itself. You can add JD to the characters tab ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ looking forward to seeing himmm in the ICCCC!!!

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Idette Genevieve Blanc ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 16 | ♀ | 5'8" | bisexual | junior ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ PDA. ♦ She doesn't like wasting food. The same can be said when others do it. ♦ When people constantly complain but do nothing to solve their problem. ♦ Anything with chocolate. Likes ♦ Touching Metal, Styrofoam, soft blankets, slime, etc. ♦ Listening to cafe chatter, ocean waves, the ticking of a clock, etc. ♦ Stargazing. ♦ Tomatoes. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ Idette is nimble and constantly aware of her surroundings. She has good rhythm, meaning Idette can tell when and when not to hit her opponent. gift ♦ Accuracy; Her aim has been well received by her parents and others. She would play darts and they'd always land on exactly where she'd want them to. While she was good in darts, Idette was extremely good in sports that required precision. She used to be in basketball then was moved into a summer golf team, and the list goes on. However in every single sport she had been in, Idette never enjoyed them. That's until she was introduced to boxing. Ever since then, Idette loved the challenge. ♦ She used to participate in underground matches ♦ Always lands a perfect punch due to her accuracy. She sucks at kickboxing though.

•p e r s o n a l i t y Idette Blanc's family held a strict pattern to everything. Idette had to always be on time, she always had to sit properly, she always had to do this, or to do that—she found comfort in the routine. Her personality was structured and striven to be "perfect" by her parents; they drilled the constant notion that she must always present herself accordingly and never make mistakes. Although it was rough playing the part, Idette never complained and never went against her parent's wishes. She understood how to act in front of them but whenever she was alone, Idette would be characterized as a soft, soothing person. •h i s t o r y ughihatehiders Growing up, Idette was used to the routine that her parents forced upon her. It was a mutual understanding that everyone shared a role in the household. The children listen to the parents and the parents slave away at their corporate jobs. As an only child, all the attention was fixated on Idette. Her room was always clean, she always bared a smile, she always sat a certain way, she talked a certain way—everything Idette did was everything her parents taught her. She understood her parents; they were both hardworking adults that blasted a facade of richness. Her family were poor and struggling but they made sure not to show that on the outside. Reputation was an important aspect in her family. As she grew older, Idette realized that her parents slowly were getting tired of her. She was always prepped up to be a certain someone that by now, her parents would've thought she'd have been an important figure. Someone that can put a good image to the name, "Blanc." Nervous about the lack of attention her parents gave her (at this point they were all strangers to each other), Idette joined an underground boxing tournament. Although She had jumped from sport to sport because neither gave her the future she was hoping for, boxing did. She gained money from these matches for constantly winning, becoming the underground champion in her area (there were cases where Idette lost and because of that she would bury herself into rigorous practices.) Her parents thus became proud of Idette while she enjoyed the constant praise. Soon enough Idette applied for Wellington Academy. She believed that her underground matches weren't enough but if she joined a prestigious school, maybe it would be enough(at the same time Idette did enjoy boxing and the adrenaline that came with it.) •c o t t a g e ---- •p a c k e d i t e m s A pair of broken dull red boxing gloves, a crumpled photo of Idette and her parents (there's a distant feel to the picture), and band-aids with a cartoon mascot design on it. •w e l l e r s t a r s : 5 Idette held on to the standards that her parents forced even at Wellington Academy. She took the star points at the school very seriously and believed gaining every single one would be good for her future and in the eyes of her parents. Gaining the first star, Idette had helped a teacher who had been struggling with their schedule for awhile now (causing confusion and misconception among students so it soon became a problem). She helped them space out the classes, helped with the time and even helped with the lesson plans. The teacher still implements the schedule till this day. Idette's last star gained was for her leadership. She would plan freshman events, the ceremonies for freshman, and is a tour guide for freshman's. •w e l l e r m o o n s : 0 extras theme song Idette has a lot of scars and cuts. She's usually seen fiddling with her bandages wrapped around her arm because of muscle cramps she gets on her wrist. Her nickname is bunny from the name the audience gave her at tournaments for how quick she is on her feet.

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@Torack

I likelikelike JD!! His gift is really cool. I could deff see him and my character, Idette, getting along. I just wanted to ask if JD will have any stars or moons? I know its partially my fault for forgetting to write that section on the CS so my bad!! But just want to make sure.

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@Sonnenschein

Yes!! Heres the OOC: roleplayerguild.com/topics/183243-wel…

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@Fabricant451

Evey is adorable!!! I cant wait to see more of her. You can move her to the characters tabbbb (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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@AnaSilan Sunja Hey I like Mordechai! You can add him on to the characters tab ;>

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__________________________________________ Ocean _______________________________________________________________ 14 | Incoming Freshman | ♂ & 5'2" _______________________________________________________________ [+] ° G i f t ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ° Flora Londinensis. There was a time where his parents took him and his brothers swimming every weekend. Oceanus was not one to swim like his siblings, instead, he'd stay cuddled up beside his mother reading the book Flora Londinensis. A book full of flora descriptions back in the mid 18th century was enough to have Oceanus invested in it. He wondered how amazing it must've been to travel and inverse in a world full of beauty. Luckily the book was not a hard find with his rich parents, growing up in what was practically a castle, Oceanus was given books that were dated from way back that was worth more than anything else on this world. On one of their swimming trips, his oldest brother came back with a shell that was embezzled in crystals like no other. Oceanus was in awe and in love. He looked back at the book then to the sea and Oceanus pondered if all seas shared the same shells. ° Oceanus's gift is he's invested in the discovery of shells at beaches. He travels with a journal where he draws the shells he find and goes out of his way to research what they are. It's a privilege to be able to witness the different shells he finds. - ♥ ° The ocean ° The sea ° The beach ° Shells ° Crystals ✘ ° Long sleeve outfits (sweaters, coats, etc) ° Popcorn ° Winter (but he tries his best to tolerate it) ° Baking (he can't cook or do anything that involves the kitchen) ° Sad movies (he cries easily and hates crying) _______ S K I L L S ° Extremely good at observation. His interests(gift) consist of collecting shells and researching about them, but he also draws the shells and adds every single detail. Hence why his observations skills are good because Oceanius always worries about the tiniest speck of detail when drawing.

P E R S O N A L I T Y Oceanus Argus Odalys is always in his own world. He's too quiet they say; he stands there, sometimes giving no response, or other times just a one word phrase. With a quiet demeanor and silent mannerisms, Ocean tends to blend in. Occasionally Ocean wallows in his pessimistic thoughts while constantly overthinking and criticizing himself. However, although Ocean is an awkward quiet boy, he too can unfold a loud laughter of comfort. The ocean, just like his nickname, is his happy place(or really anything that involves a large body of water). The boy who is constantly with a blank expression or a worried one, will burst into a smile big enough for the universe when surrounded by the sea. To think that he once used to hate the waters, used to curse the splashes that stung him when he laid his foot in the waves; Oceanus now jumps straight into the water, not caring whether he has clothes on. He'll run to the sands with a bright expression searching for any findings at these places. In a word, Oceanus is a distant star, too large to understand.

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none atm

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Ocean would say that he grew up in a relatively normal household, but others would disagree. His parents, rich in whatever they worked in (he never cared to know), provided their children the maximum necessities. He grew up in what looked like a castle in his young eyes. Detailed with hard cold marble floors and each tile chosen with a specific design by his parents, everything in this magnificent home was structured just like his parents had wanted.

Oceanus grew up with older brothers and one sister. They were all boisterous and loud, following after the traits of their parents. Ocean was the only one who stood silently in the midst of their loud chatter.

He felt like an outsider watching his family. He felt like he didn't belong.

Maybe that's why Oceanus took comfort of the waters. They felt like his home.

Everyone knows Wellington Academy. It was a school of wonder, of mystery, and everyone damn well knew if you graduated from that school you're known throughout. At first it wasn't something Ocean was interested in but when his parents sat Oceanus and his siblings down, told them about the school and insisted every single one of them to attend, there was a spark of determination that flowed through Ocean. He felt he could belong in a place where everyone shared the same passion in their interests.

Thus, Oceanus called the academy. He sent them several books of his shell findings and was the only one out of his siblings to get accepted.

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_{° His already written journals of shells as well as a few extra blank ones.
° A jar of his favorite shells.
° A locket bracelet charm with a picture of his family.
° Already used notebooks for class.
° Riddle books.
° His favorite pair of socks with the design of cartooned shells. He considers them his lucky pair.}

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_{° Constantly touches up his face and hair/ fiddles with his fingers.
° Picky eater.
° Doesn't like wearing socks
° Often uses filler words like “umm”
° Enjoys talking about the ocean
° Pansexual}

_{Theme song}

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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).

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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).

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"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}

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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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