Kitty

{PRIVATE} BNHA College

@LunarisDaFox@CAWs For Alarm@Heckno12
I summon thee

{PRIVATE} BNHA College

Raven

Name: Raven Kiroshi

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Year in College: Freshman

Appearance:
height - 5'4"

Highschool Raven

Costume: Without the feathers on the hood, plus she has some thigh high boots on that match the rest of the costume, the swords hidden within the costume.

Personality: Raven tends to come off as emotionless, cold, and scary to those who only just look at her and take in her big dark wings, horns, and typical resting face. But to those who actually get to know the girl will know she is quite the opposite. Raven is quite a warm and caring individual her curse having humbled her in a way to know that you can't ever just simply judge anyone as many people have come from different walks of life and gone through many different things to get to where they are today. She is also fiercely protective of those she cares for plus she has a slight feisty/competitive streak to her that definitely is a part of her fierce protectiveness but also it's own thing entirely. Raven also comes across as strong and someone who just brushes off verbal abuse that comes from people who judge her based on her looks but that is a false cover as her wings and horns have always been something she has struggled with. She has mostly accepted the rest of her quirk, minus the dark souls, but she can't accept her physical traits because to her it will always separate her from everyone else.

She did begin to accept herself with the help of Dan, unfortunately there was an incident senior year in which she not only lost her horns but her wings as well. She now has to learn to accept herself as a completely different person from who she used to be. She has also become more timid due to this and is not as fierce as she used to be.

Quirk: Cleverly named 'The Valkyrie's Curse' by a soul of an old man, that had the quirk of simply having cat ears, who gave her advice when she was about 9 on what to do about the teasing of the physical attributes of her quirk which lead into her basically opening up to the man about the darker side of her quirk which led to the naming. 'The Valkyrie's Curse' caused Raven to be born with wings and horns which is all her family thought she would have to deal with. But eventually, it was found out that her quirk also has her talking to the soul's of the dead people and overall enhanced her attributes(strength, speed, agility, flexibility, durability, and stamina). She only learned of her soul sword ability when she met the soul of a young woman from France who had the same quirk as her and was only able to speak with Raven long enough to tell her of that and not answer her question on what to do about the evil souls that speak to her, much to Raven's chagrin. Raven only tried summoning the sword once and stopped halfway through due to being caught by her mother and thus causing her mother to faint at the sight of her daughter pulling a sword out of her chest.

Due to Raven getting her wings cut off she is unable to fly, but they are growing back with every person she kills/ spirit she collects. She can sacrifice how much they've grown to also give her full sized spirit wings in order to fly a lot better, the time is limited though and her wings are once again lost.

Quirk Flaws: The main flaw in her quirk, also the reason as to why her quirk is called 'The Valkyrie's Curse'... she can speak to the dead. The newly dead can communicate with her and know she can hear them and occasionally see them depending on how recently they died and how close she is to where they died. Some want her to pass on messages to their loved ones, some want her to avenge them, some want her to finish something they started, and others just want someone to talk to as they wait for their chance to leave the plane of existence they are stuck in. Then there are those who just torture her with dark words, horrifying tales. These are the souls of the evil people who found their way to her. The souls of the people who did bad things in their life don't get to leave as quickly as the others. Dependent on what they did, they could be there for years. For those, she can't really do much about them other than receiving constant cleansings, be blessed constantly, and carry around items to ward away the bad souls but that doesn't always work... there are always those few that get around the things she does to keep them away. She keeps this part of her quirk generally to herself as in her past it has only ruined her friendships and even strained her relationship with her family.

Another flaw comes when she wishes to use her soul sword. The sword is a literal physical embodiment of her soul thus she drains a good amount of energy when drawing it out and then is putting her soul and self in harms way as if it were to be taken, damaged, or, even worse, broken... all those things would happen to her soul. If taken she will basically become a shell of a person, yes she will live but her soul isn't with her thus she isn't whole. If it is damaged then she will be damaged mentally and emotionally, but with time a damaged soul can be fixed and she will eventually return to normal though in a way scars still remain(which will show as marks on the sword). If the sword is broken, well she may live for some time longer but if the sword is not restored then slowly she will fade, her soul a necessary part of her life and afterlife, so she will just fade as her soul no longer exists.

HS Raven Summoning Soul Sword

Quirk Limitations: She is only as strong as she has trained herself to be. Yes her quirk may have slightly enhanced her strength past normal human strength but only for the age she is at, thus she must train to raise her strength. Same goes for speed, stamina, agility, flexibility, and durability. Raven also has to train herself in flight and the use of her wings and currently struggles with tight turns while flying and leveling out quickly when diving. That typically ends with her in the infirmary when she tries the diving.

Skills: She took a liking to swords at a young age, constantly stealing her older brother's play swords to play with. Since her stealing her brother's swords at a young age typically ended with him using his quirk to shock her and Raven's parents didn't like the idea of their little girl fighting they signed her up for dance classes. Those didn't last long as the wings did not make her a very graceful dancer plus the day they got to use ribbons she decided to use hers as a sword and got in trouble. After many other girly classes at a young age all ending poorly they eventually signed Raven up for a class that would teach different forms of fighting along with the virtues to fighting. Through this class, she took and leveled up throughout her childhood and into her middle school years, Raven learned how to fight with and without swords. She got better and better until she consistently was able to beat the teacher, the girl just had a knack for fighting and the teacher couldn't be prouder of his pupil. It was from him that Raven was given the two swords she uses for fighting.

{PRIVATE} BNHA College

Superheroes in college, learning more about themselves and their quirks while making friends. What more could you ask for?!
Drama? Don't worry there will be plenty!
Fighting? Of course!
Shipping? #ShipQueenisHere!
For Kitty to stop being weird? HAHA NEVER!

But yeah, I mean you guys know what is up, I know what is up. We got our discord to discuss plot and shit. I'll workout a cs here soon and we can get this shit started.

CANCELLED.

Kiara Candice Fulton

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"Why would I just say what people want to hear when I could use the opportunities I have been given to use my voice to raise awareness for something bigger than me."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• KC - this is what she goes by

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16, July 24th

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Female

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Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Taken by Mitchell Pyotr Clark

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Works for a small pageant company that does pageants around the area for kids 5-12 since it allows for a more flexible schedule

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Sophomore

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Prep

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Turns old clothes into new more fashionable attire and accessories, many times just shopping at Goodwill or thrift stores; most of her pageant attire was stuff she made herself this way, she's been doing it for a long time, ever since her grandma and mom taught her to sew
• Outspoken - if she has a problem with something, you will know. She isn't one to stand around and be a bystander nor is she okay with any form of prejudice. She will speak out against anything wrong when she sees it.
• Fighter - verbally or physically, KC won't back down. She won't call people names or be mean, she just won't stand for intolerance and ignorance. She will use her words and the harsh truth all backed by fact to make points and stand her ground. This has been known to get her in trouble because she will argue with her parents if she thinks something is wrong when she really should just shut up. When it comes to fighting physically she also refuses to back off, she's dealt with physically aggressive people before and she will keep her ground and attempt to intimidate them so they will back off. If it turns into fisticuffs she is always ready though, it helping that she knows how to fight due to some anger issues from when she was younger that had her signed up for some classes at the 365 combat club where she still continues to train.
• Quirky - pulls funny faces and enjoys acting silly with her friends and family. She always says it is better to be weird than normal because normal is boring.

| | D R E A M S | |

KC wants to become a fashion designer that makes nice clothing for affordable prices and sends clothes to places where clothing is needed and just be able to afford helping out lots of people in big ways while also being an activist for the things she believes in.

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• Fashion
• Thrift Shops
• Her big family - She loves them even when they get on her nerves
• Momo - her wrinkly baby, often found sitting on her shoulders in a sweater when she is at home.
• Debate, Monologues - she is a great speaker and enjoys doing things that allow her to use her voice to influence others.
• Bowling - It is a big family event, what with her father playing it professionally and being on a team and all.

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• Prejudice, Racism, Poverty, Sexism, etc. - ya know all the things wrong with the world. She won't stand for it.
• Lying - Honesty is important to her, she's been raised from a young age to always be honest sometimes being a bit harsh due to her honesty but to her that is better than covering things with lies only to end up hurting someone even more in the end.
• Bullying - just don't
• Cooking - KC can burn water, she can't cook no matter how hard her family tries to teach her. She just can't cook so she refuses to do so.

| | F E A R S | |

Losing the ones she cares for. She also is afraid of failing the world and the communities she fights for. She wants to make a difference and failing to do so would devastate her.
She mostly fears herself.

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KC is one of the 12 children of the Fulton family. When she was younger KC had two interests, dressing up and fighting with her eldest brother. The fighting was a bit of a problem as it was the young girl's way to release her anger. When her parents and grandparents noticed her anger issues her grandfather took it upon himself to take her to the combat club to learn a better way to channel her anger than hitting her brother. From that day on she fell in love with releasing pent up stress and energy through fighting.

The dressing up is a whole other story. KC, like most girls enjoyed playing dress up and using her mother's makeup, poorly, to become different things. At first she just dressed up as princesses and such but as she learned more history and of influential women she began to dress up as them. Then she saw her first Miss America pageant on TV at the age of 10. Using the library's computer at school KC did more research on what the pageant was due to how interesting it looked, when she found out how influential the winners became she immediately wanted to start doing pageants. It took a lot but with some help from her aunts and eventually her grandmother, her mother allowed her to do so. Of course, her grandmother had to be with her for each of them, not that KC minded. Starting at the age of 10, KC became a pageant girl.

Unlike the other girls most of her clothing was hand-me downs or from thrift stores. This caused her to receive a lot of teasing from other girls, which bothered her a bit but she didn't show it. It just drove her to take it upon herself to learn how to turn said clothing into better clothing, which she was able to do with the help of her grandma. It was her uniqueness and strong-personality that helped her grow in the pageant community and upon her competing just this most recent year in the Miss Teen competitions she not only won Miss Teen California but also won Miss Teen America. Her next goal is Miss America then Miss Universe. Along with Miss World and Miss International, she wants to become as influential as possible so she can make a bigger difference in the world.

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• 365 combat club
• Debate / Speech club

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| B E S T |
She doesn't excel at any, it is more that she is just equal in all. Ranging in As and Bs and all her classes

| W O R S T |
None really but if she had to choose the one she struggles in most it would be Chemistry or just the sciences in general

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Height - 5'6"

FC: Zendaya | Color: 1A36FF

Shadowrun Down Under: Fantasy/Sci-fi

Tallulah had been downstairs in the clinic's office organizing the days patient files from those who visited the clinic. Taking a few notes in her own personal notebook of what each person presented to the clinic with and what was done, adding sidenotes of what she believed could have been done better or notes on things she noticed of the person's health that they didn't bring up in the event they came back. It was during this note taking process that she received the ping on her PDA from Vanessa who was just upstairs.

Quickly finishing her notes she placed her small journal in her pocket and put the files away. Exiting the office, Tallulah shifted into her small fox form and ran to the meeting room. Using her small fox form to evade Vas as best she could. When she got there, as she was one of the first to arrive, she simply jumped up on the table and laid down in fox form until more people arrived. When others did arrive she hopped down and shifted back, joining the circle of people.

At first the small girl just listened and watched everyone else, taking in everything and all the information while bouncing on the balls of her feet, her tail swaying behind her. Her eyes ever so slightly widened at Joe's idea for Plan B, yes she had killed and would do so if needed but she didn't agree with just killing everyone. She only felt killing was the last option, for her at least. "I don't think Plan B should be killing everyone... I don't agree with that..." She informed the group, "Just disabling them by knocking them out or something seems like a better option." She knew she was a minority in the not killing but she felt the need to say something.

That is all she said though in the mean time, for the rest of the meeting she'd stay quiet as she typically did unless providing ideas in her areas of expertise. Plan making and tactics really weren't her thing, so she just listened and took in all the information.

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with @Kitty@Lovely Complex@Melissa
Location: Dining Area}

Taking out wireless bluetooth earbuds, Jax gave Josie the right bud and he took the left. Wireless earbuds would give them mobility, as they listened to the same tune. They were fortunate enough to find that the dining area was completely empty. It was just them and food, but neither would eat. He didn’t want to eat. Jax was going to relax. What better way than to show a pretty girl that he was a man of many talents.

He played a slow edm song, Feels, by Kiaara, that he made a remix too, which felt right and suited the vibes of the night. The song twirled around like thread around them.

And I've got way too many feels,
Way too much emotion
And I don't even know it's real
And I say fuck it, keep on going
I get deeper, I get deeper

Before he drew her closer, Jax revealed to the dancing queen that he knew some moves that only animation dancers were well versed in, specifically Mia Rothstein, famous music choreographer (for big names like Amity Bellerose — now Amity Snyder — a huge pop idol). Mia, who co-owns INITIATE, with Summer Snyder. Yeah, he lied about not knowing how to dance. He loved music, and with his love for music, he took it upon himself to learn a few things by watching YouTube videos.

Yeah, I feel in love and I can see you, yeah I can see you
I don't know
I think I'm loving you
I've got way too many feels,
Way too much emotion

With that charming, cool smile that would be engraved on the dancer’s mind from here on out, Jax was thinking about nothing else, but her company, as he alternated how he contracted and relaxed his muscles, in his arms, legs, and torso. His body popped and locked with every other beat and he moved every part of him, like he was both water and metal. One thing he learned from the videos he watched, dancers could harness the elements that make up the Earth. If the song required fire, they would show that burning heat, with their expression, with their strident, hot aggression, and with their fiery passion for their art. If the song needed electricity, the dancer would send a surge through not only themselves, but to those that watched them. For Jax, he knew he needed the fluidity of water, but also the control of metal. Contrasting elements, that he made work. A human robot.

And I don't even know it's real
And I say fuck it, keep on going
I get deeper, I get deeper

When the keyboard entered the song, he smoothly turned on his heel and gilded backwards to her, lifting his left heel, leaving his toes on the ground, and sliding his right foot back. Then he repeated with the opposite side. Yeah, your boy was moonwalking.

Yeah, I think I'm in love, yeah I see you, I can see you
I know
I'll just keep going
I've got way too many feels,
Way too much emotion

While he made his way towards her, he playfully snapped his fingers when the ‘snap’ noise resonated in the room and turned when the singer said the words:

All the senses on my body,
Yeah, I say fuck it, keep on drowning
And you can pour some more
Yeah, you mix it, pour a potion

His face no longer was ‘cool’. No, this strange rarity had a smug smirk plastered on his face and his eyes sparked with this child-like curiosity. Jax was a child in a body of a man, with a pool full of talents, seeping out of him, waiting to be recognized.

I don't know who you are
But I dive into your ocean

The fire and electricity entered the dance when he grabbed her hand and pulled her in, close to him. He was allowing her to feel the warmth of his confidence and strength. If there was one thing about Jax, he was undoubtedly self-assured with himself. His only baggage was dealing with the rift that he had with his father, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was them taking pleasure in being close with each other, letting their bodies move in harmony. He would let her take the lead now. She was the dancer, after all.

The music flowed in through her ear and through her body, every beat becoming a part of her. Every note giving her body life. Upon the beginning of the song, Josie had closed her eyes, letting every part of it flow through her so each emotion and element could be felt from the music. When she finally opened her eyes she couldn’t help as they widened upon seeing Jax dancing. The boy could dance and internally she was flipping out, luckily the music kept her calm on the outside as he danced. His dancing wasn’t just any dancing though. Dancing that she recognized was similar to the style of one of her bosses, Mia Rothstein.

Despite her body moving slightly to the beat of the music, her mind was fully focused on the boy dancing in front of her. A grin plastered on her face as she watched him harness the elements through his body and dance moves. When the blonde moonwalked she couldn’t help the slight giggle that escaped her lips, her hand moving to her mouth as she giggled. He was almost a bit childish but not too much so, the childishness sparking in his eyes for a moment when he was moving closer.

Fire and electricity left his body and entered hers when Jax grabbed Josie’s hand. The same fire and electricity from the song that fueled the dancer’s growing desire to dance herself. Then he pulled her in. The two were practically chest to chest, his warmth and confidence radiating off his body causing Josie to internally swoon. Looking up to him as the music continue to play, she felt as he relinquished control over the pairs movement. He was letting Josie take the lead.

Forgetting all her emotions she let the music take over. The music moved her in a mix of elements, smoothly but with some sharpness. She took the lead expertly. The two of them moving with the rhythm of the music, each slight change in the song bringing a slight change to Josie’s moves. She danced with Jax, leading him with the movement of her own body. Not caring at how close she was getting -even if it would come back to ‘haunt’ her later- nor how their movements looked. To her it was just dancing, she was in another world when music was playing and this time Jax just so happened to be apart of the same world.

Sleek, slim, slender… Josie brought out beauty, no matter how seductive and smoking she was. Jax admired someone with passion and this girl danced like the music was the only thing keeping her alive, as if the music flowed into her like an IV drip. There were subtle touches on her body. Although his hands did explore, they explored respectfully. He was close, extremely close. So close that someone could mistake them for intimate lovers. And yet, his gaze never left her.

Anyone who was on the receiving end would be bewildered by his stare. There was a deepness in them, like the bottom of the sea. Distant and present, all at the same time. Did he like her or was this simply a moment? Moments could always lead somewhere...

“Do you have a channel?” He curiously whispered. Random, but that’s what was on his mind. If she had a Youtube channel, he would follow her. Maybe even offer his filmmaking skills. Yeah, the moment was over as fast as it came. Jax was not thinking about the dance they were sharing.

Seeing his eyes, the look he was giving her. It made butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach and her thoughts begin to wander and think of what it meant, if maybe he liked her too. All at the same time Josie continued to move with the music, that all came to a stop when he whispered those five words. Those words caused her to stop what she was doing and look at him, a mix of confusion and hidden disappointment in her eyes.

“Do I have a channel?” The girl asked him, “Like as in a YouTube channel? Cause if you do, I don’t.” Both confusion and bewilderment were written on Josie’s face as she looked up at Jax. Her mind wondering if she did something wrong or if he was bored of dancing with her already. She thought they were having a moment but now she was confused and unsure of everything. This boy was completely messing with her mind.

“Oh you don’t? You should totally make one! I can help you get a jumpstart at it. Your dancing is wicked good for others NOT to see it.” What Josie may eventually learn, or not, depending on her time with this boy, Jax came with both talents and endless thoughts. They jumbled around in his mind, some organized in lists, some simply kept in storage. His mother told him he was a creative genius, unfortunately the downside with that was everything else that life had to offer, like love that stood right in front of him, flew right over his goddamn head.

With the dance coming to a close, he took out his phone, getting ready to show his channel where it consisted of primarily the burners, skaters and daredevil. They did a lot of crazy, stupid stunts. He had another channel, less popular, that was for storytelling, but he had way too many ideas for it and it wasn’t nearly as focused as he needed it to be. The music came to a stop, when he opened the YouTube app.

Before he could show her anything though, two loud, very loud voices could be heard:

“I would never be caught dead anywhere near your dick, Tyler.”

“OR ANY DICK.”

Looking at Josie, Jax frowned, “I’m not ready to go back to work.” He was having fun with her.

“I’d like that. I know I couldn’t make a channel myself so I’d really like that.” If it meant more time with Jax then Josie would be down for it. As he pulled out his phone and the song ended, she grew curious and was gonna ask what he was doing only for the shouting to be heard. When she looked at Jax and saw his frown, Josie knew she also didn’t want her time to end with this boy. So she did the only thing she could think of, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the supply closet with her. Only after shutting the door did she realize it was an EXTREMELY tight fit.

So tight that she most definitely could feel his lip ring against her lips… actually, scratch that. His whole lip was on her lips. Everything happened fast and now they were in the dark closet, hardly able to see each other, his steady breathing tickling her face, as their lips touched.

The kiss lingered while…

Outside the closet, AJ went straight to the table of food, ignoring the drunk girl. Fully frustrated, he slapped his hand on the plate of pigs in a blanket, grabbed a handful, and stuffed his face. Bitch taking blows at his dick when she’s never even seen a dick. Well, a dick that wasn’t her twin’s or her father’s. He purposefully filled his mouth so that if she wanted him to speak, he could not. To annoy her even more, he chewed like a cow.

Bailee staggered and stumbled into the room after AJ, the amount of anger and frustration she was feeling growing by the second. She would learn later that alcohol was like adding a log to a fire- it kept things going for longer and made things erupt in flames even more than normal. “Which is why you shouldn’t be calling me a slut in the first place!” Bailee yelled, feeding the flames of their battle. A drunk hiccup escaped her lips as she walked closer to AJ, brows furrowed. “This is Becca’s fault, she told me to drink and have fun in order to forget the problem and now I’m dealing with it all over again,” She thought out loud as she grew more and more irritable.

Like the asshole that he was, he pointed to his full mouth and even pushed food out to drop on the ground. Sorry, can’t talk. Too busy eating. Maybe the more she spat shit out, she’d figure out the fault in her actions. Y’know, like forgetting a problem rather than dealing with it? Obviously, the sensical route did not make sense to her. Instead of putting the blame on herself, she was blaming everyone else, like her twin that gave her bad advice and was better at dealing with her emotions. Putting his pointer finger up, telling her to hold up, but really hoping she’d just keep going, AJ grabbed a pitcher of water and started slowly guzzling it down. Taking his sweet fucking time.

The brunette kept on talking. She didn’t care if AJ was too busy eating to care. The girl was on a mission… whatever is was. In her mind the words she was saying rang clear as a bell, but in actuality she stuttered and hiccuped through her words. “You can’t just waltz in here and call me names when you didn’t even try to talk to me when I was gone! You-”

“NOT FUCKING TRUE!” AJ put the half empty pitcher back on the table and wiped his mouth aggressively. “Not my damn fault you block notifications on your phone when you’re at meetings. You know what that does? It doesn’t show anything from others until you remember to enable it. I’m not your bitch, Bailee. I’m not going to spam you until you message me back. I’ll call or text every so often, but if I get nothing in return, that ain’t my problem. It takes two to tango and I did my part. When the fuck do you ever do your’s?” By now, he was making his way toward her, visibly fed up.

Hiccup.

That was all that Bailee had to say in response. Her drunk-angry demeanor changed to solemn and sad in two seconds flat. What else could she say? The man had a point. Even intoxicated Bails knew he was right. It was the same thought she had earlier when she knew she hadn’t been there for him over the past few months. And this was the cherry on top of her disappointment sundae. Her emotions usually weren’t this volatile, but that’s what tequila did for you. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, which were starting to become blurrier with a few small tears, she let silence rang through the room except for another small hiccup escaping from her lips. After a few moments she spoke, “Is that why you’ve been an absolute dick to me? Because I’ve been a dick to you?”

God-fucking-dammit. He made her cry. With furrowed brows, AJ shook his head, “No, Bails.” He paused and took a step closer. With his pointer finger, he lifted her face by the chin, to look up at him, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m just kind of a dick.” He gave a goofy grin. There was more to it, like yeah, he did kind of hold grudges, and yeah, he was spiteful. BUT, he was a dick to her today, because of this morning. Because she used his first name. Because she told him how to deal with his break up, when he didn’t want to deal with his break up. But the main reason was, AJ most definitely was categorized at this school as an asshole. He just was… a dick!

Bailee let herself look up at AJ for only a second and then turned her head away quickly. She didn’t like it when people saw her cry. Beginning to wander around the room, she let her feet drag on the ground, refusing to pick them up with each step. They felt heavy, like bricks were taped to her shoes. “Drinking makes me mean,” She mused, letting her eyes drift from wall to wall. She wasn’t sure what exactly gave her the urge to walk aimlessly, but whatever it was, she was glad she wasn’t making eye contact anymore. “And you’ve been the one to deal with mean me. You deserve an award or something,”

“I got an idea.” In a matter of seconds, Bailee’s feet were no longer on the ground. With ease, AJ swooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, her plump ass right by his face. “To our next destination, Bailee-bails!” Nope, he wasn’t going to tell her where they were going. They were just going.

“Noooooo AJ, put me down.” The brunette whined like a two year old as she felt herself being picked up. As all the blood rushed to her head she grew slightly dizzier, which only made her giggle like an idiot. “Where are we going?” Bailee asked, hitting her hands on AJ’s back.

The last thing the people in the closet heard was AJ say: “A bedroom.”

The supply closet door opened and the two that were hidden inside of it were no longer interlocking lips. It had already been almost thirty minutes since Jax has been away from the DJ stand. “Sorry about that, I hope my ring didn’t hurt you.” The handsome blond’s face softened, hoping she didn’t mind being awkwardly stuck in a closet with him.

Josie nodded absentmindedly not quite hearing what he said, the words just going in one ear and out the other. “I got to go. I’ll see you around.” The dancer took the earbud out of her ear and handed it to him before walking out of the room.

“Wait, you don’t want my number?” The girl was gone before they could exchange digits. Welp, back to work Jax went.

As soon as she was out of the room she took off running to find Savannah. Josie needed her redhead right now.

Shadowrun Down Under: Fantasy/Sci-fi

@Cleverbird@DizzyRenegade
Once your characters are in the character tab we will be able to start the roleplay. So when you get a chance please move them over.
-a small reminder from the co-gm that doesnt get the fancy banner but is really only co-FM for aesthetic :P

CANCELLED.

Tamami Saori

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| | A G E | |

16, May 23

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Female

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Pansexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

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Full time student

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Sophomore

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Foreign Exchange Student

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Saori has a unique sense of style as her host family puts it. Back in Japan while growing up she fell in love with the Harajuku style and area in Tokyo. She took it up as her own style and it has become how she dresses ever sense. In order to help with her style not only does she have a large range of items in her wardrobe, but she also has multiple wigs so she isn't stuck with just how her hair is dyed for a few weeks. She enjoys changing up her look almost everyday. Her natural hair is currently dyed a mint green right now(as seen in first pic). But it is most likely going to change within the next week or two. She also enjoys matching her eye color with her hair and outfit so she also has different pairs of reusable colored contacts for her picking, her natural eyes are a nice dark chocolate though. Height wise, Saori is an average height for a Japanese woman, standing at 5'3".

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W H O A M I ?

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Obsessed with Corgis. She thinks they are adorable and thus her phone case is a Corgi, her screensaver, she has multiple pillows and stuffed animals of Corgis, shirts with corgis - she has a lot of Corgi items. Unfortunately, she has no Corgi... yet.
• Has a weird habit of always trying to eat with chopsticks before using any other utensil, her goal is to find out what food you can and cannot eat in America with chopsticks.
• Saori enjoys spicing up her look by changing her hair color regularly without damaging her hair so she uses wigs to do so. She also enjoys changing her eye color with colored contacts.
• The wigs she wears she typically buys as bleach blonde and dyes them herself as no wigs online satisfy her tastes, thus she has gotten very talented with styling and dying hair

| | D R E A M S | |

She's torn between fashion design or something with hair and makeup as she has gotten very skilled at all three with her current style.

| | L I K E S | |

• Corgis
• Harajuku
• Ikura (Salmon Caviar/Eggs)
• Corgis
• Takoyaki - one of her favorite foods back in Japan
• American Candy - it is very sugary, she enjoys the sweetness of it. Much more sugar than she's used too.
• Anime/Manga (especially boy x boy love ones)
• Were Corgis mentioned yet?

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• Some Americans take on Sushi - it isn't very good
• Puke/puking - she is a sympathy puker
• Being Touched - She likes it to a point but she doesn't enjoy a lot of touching or hugging, especially without permission
• Golf - her father took her golfing with big names in the company, she absolutely hated it

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Alektorophobia... yeah she's afraid of chickens, she isn't quite sure why she's just afraid of them. She is also afraid of just never being good enough. She doesn't know for what or who, but she's afraid of never being good enough.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

Saori was born and raised in Tokyo, Japan to a very important businessman in Japan and his wife. She lived a normal life in her mind, strict parenting and hard push for success. Her parents always wanted what was best for their daughter. Although her father had different plans in mind, he wanted her to take over the family business one day and when she was thirteen she began to work for the company, starting at the bottom and working her way up, earning money as she did so.

Nearby the company building was the Harajuku district of Tokyo, some days she would take a detour there on her way home and each time she fell more and more in love with the style. Eventually she began using her money and buying clothing and makeup from the stores. Then she began wearing it out more than just with her friends, wearing some of it to work. One day she went an extra mile and dyed her hair. All of this done without permission from her parents, all of it angering her father. She eventually told him she quit the family company and didn't want to inherit the business and a year later she was sent to America. Whether as punishment or because her father wanted her gone, she didn't know but now she'd have the ability to freely be herself.

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A C A D E M I C S

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| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Art - Painting/Drawing (due to her skills in makeup, fashion, and hair)

| W O R S T |
English and History

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FC: Ezaki Nanaho | Dialogue Color: CBBDFF

Shadowrun Down Under: Fantasy/Sci-fi

@FalloutJack yes the color code is for dialogue